look at this poor yag. :(


The worst was over?

Maybe? It was so bad. So, so bad. It wasn't getting any better.

It felt like his intestines had exploded. Maybe they had. Blood and spit leaked from the corner of his mouth and stained his sheets. His head was pounding worse than any hangover. The scratching in his skull was still going. How long has it been?

Ten… fifteen?... I can't…

He lay limply in bed, drenched in sweat. He was gripping the sheets as if his life depended on it. He had torn his pillow in half. Feathers dusted the room.

I'm fucking done… I'm done… This is too much… Fuck this.

The Blood Riot.

It was winning. Orochi was prying him apart, splitting his skull open. He fought desperately to keep hold on himself. They wanted to take over. They wanted to drive him out of his own body. He struggled and struggled… It was routine, but it never got any easier.

Normally, they didn't hit him so hard. Most days Riot was an annoyance. Like a perpetual, unkillable mosquito which whizzed about his head and stung him every chance it got. Oh, but sometimes they tried to destroy him.

Today were trying to destroy him.

...They're gonna win.

The sun had risen higher. Stripes of dim light crept through the blinds. He stared at the phone that lay next to his head. His breath was catching in his throat. He couldn't talk. Not yet... Why did he even pick up? Nobody could do anything for him, and especially not anyone over the phone.

*Yagami?*

I'm finished… What's the point… ugh… fuck…

Another pang wracked through him. He pressed his face into the mattress and groaned. He realized he was weeping… just crying… like a fucking toddler…

*Yagami, are you there?*

Who was that? He recognized the voice… Chizuru? He forced an eye open to check the caller ID.

"K-kagura? Wha-... urk… "

He coughed something out, then watched grimly as the sheets slowly stained with blood. He was in no shape to talk, much less snark at her.

If I'm gonna lose… no… I won't let them win… I'll never let them have me… I'll take them down with me… I'll drag them to hell…

*Yagami, are you alright? What happened,*

He could barely understand her. His hearing was coming back, but slowly. There was rushing in his ears. He rasped into the receiver. His throat stung. It tasted like iron.

"Kagura… I think… I'm … gonna kill myself."

*Huh?*

He wasn't sure if he was thinking straight. It scared him, but the madhouse in his head was becoming more and more chaotic. He was struggling to keep it at bay. He was slipping… slipping away… down into the depths.

*What?! Wait. Wait! Yagami! Calm down okay? Just tell me where you are.*

What happened if he just let go? Could he fight his way back? Should he risk it?... it hurt so badly. If Kusanagi was here, he'd just let loose and let him deal with Riot. But there was nobody around. If he slipped now, he would massacre his neighborhood. Then he'd be shot.

Should I do it?... end it?... is there another way?

Who was next in line? He had a step-brother back in Japan. His family had always treated him well enough. They wanted him to stay alive as long as possible. When he died, the curse would pass to the next unlucky heir. They wanted to minimize their losses. It was pure economics… nothing wrong with that…

That kid, right? With the stupid hair... yeah, I remember him… I wonder if he can handle this... Damn I feel bad… He's a nice kid…

*Yagami? Where are you? Are you in Florida? Do you need an ambulance? Is it… is it the Blood Riot?*

He didn't answer. He wasn't listening. Riot had begun gurgling loudly in his ears. Orochi was talking nonsense. His mind wandered in a haze. He stared listlessly at the glow of his cellphone. He placed a thumb against his throat.

I should have bought that life Insurance policy… I should give Yamazaki a call before I do it… do I have time?... He can work something out for me… otherwise… the taxes…

*Yaga- Iori! Please! Please, listen to me! Are you at home? Tell me!*

Iori started at his name.

Why does she want to know… is she gonna call an ambulance? No… I'll kill people…

"D-don't fucking call anyone!"

*I won't. I promise. I won't. I'll come to where you are, okay? You're home, right?*

His teeth chattered as he laughed. It burned his throat and hurt his lungs, but he kept right on. Nobody could help him… well maybe if Kusanagi roasted him… but that guy wasn't around, and Iori would never ask him for help.

*Iori?*

Even if she showed up on his doorstep, what could she do. She had no flames… wait… could the mirror do something? Whatever. Chizuru was in Japan. He was in Florida. It wasn't going to work. Maybe she wanted to attend his funeral. It'd probably be in the news anyways. Why would she want to attend my funeral… I thought she hated me…

"Hahaha… (coughing). Thanks Kagura… It's a flight… don't bother…"

*Don't do anything until I get there.*

"... What? How ar-"

*Promise me. Don't do a thing! I need ten minutes.*

"Aren't y-..." Another coughing fit. "-Japan?"

"Ten minu- Five okay? Give me five. Fight for five more minutes. Can you do that? Please!"

He gritted his teeth and pulled his hand away from his throat. Why the hell not. Those suicide prevention ads always asked people to wait ten minutes before doing it… right? He could fight a bit longer… at least he could try. He glanced at the time. 5:12.

"Alright. Five."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Five minutes… come on fuckers… do your worst.

He heard raucous laughing.

Then I'll be the one to finish it.


boi u got problems

If u don't read my other stuff, There R 2 guys living in Yag's head. Orochi (who shows up occasionally) and the Blood Riot, who's always there pissing mai boi off. They usually work together to try and perform coup d'etat, except normally if you fail a gov't overthrow, u get your head chopped off. Yag can't chop off the heads of his imaginary friends (lol) so they try it every so often. Understandably, Yag ain't too happy.