Room 326 | By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Visiting? “Why
would we want to visit them? They never came to see Aibou…”
“Yami…”
Jounouchi reproaches with only his eyes. “They’re sick – they didn’t even know
Yuugi was here in the hospital. I don’t even know what kind of shape they’re
in, but I’ve heard some stuff…”
Anzu nods. “I
heard that Kaiba hasn’t spoken to anyone since he learned Mokuba was dead…”
Blond head nods in agreement. “And… Yuugi was always trying to make friends
with both of them – we really should be nice enough to go see them…”
Jounouchi
wraps his arms around his shoulders, supporting and comforting him. He leans
back against him, accepting the strength. Why do they all continue to turn to
him, as though he is the leader of their group? That was Yuugi…
“And, Bakura
lost his hikari too… He probably needs some support…”
After a
moment, he nods. “All right… let’s go see them, for just a little while…”
But I will not
speak to Kaiba. If I speak to him, I will kill him. Like he killed aibou.
Jounouchi
takes the initiative and leads them all down the hall; he knows where the
others are. He simply allows himself to be led, barely registering the room
when the door is opened. Bakura is sitting on his bed, changing the channel on
the TV about once every three seconds. He doesn’t look bad at all; he doesn’t
look at them at all, either.
And Kaiba… You
loathsome, foul, evil creature…
Burned… the
left side of his face if burned, and what is visible of his arm. His left hand
is tightly and thickly bandaged, invisible and immobile. His eyes don’t focus
well as he watches them.
Look away
before something bad happens to Kaiba…
“Hey,” Jounouchi says to Bakura. He glances toward
Kaiba, but looks away. Maybe not to draw Yami’s attention to him. Maybe because
he doesn’t want to see him “How’re you doing?”
Bakura leans back and continues watching the TV.
“What do you care?” There’s a click; the channel changes.
“We care.” Otogi tries to defend us all, but how
successful he is, is… debatable. I know I don’t care…
“We didn’t realize you guys were still here…” And
now Anzu lies for us… we – those of us who cared – knew right where they were…
I never knew, but I never – still don’t – care.
“Whatever.” Click… Click… Click… And now Bakura returns
my apathy. He doesn’t care about our condolences. Something is wrong with him…
His Aibou is dead, and he doesn’t care…
“We do care,” Otogi says. Some of us, anyway. Not I.
“We just…”
“I said, whatever.” He hasn’t taken his eyes from
the TV yet… Yami raises his eyes a little to inspect him. Something is… wrong…
“So, where’s shrimpy? Chibi pharaoh?”
Flinch. Aibou…
…alone…
“Dead…” he almost whispers. Jounouchi squeezes his
hand. The strength he offers is all that keeps him going…
“He was in a coma,” Honda clarifies. “He died
yesterday…” He seems shy of the subject. He doesn’t want to hurt the yami,
either of them… But Bakura could care less.
“So you were
all there.” Bakura’s voice is utterly expressionless… sounds like he doesn’t
care. Of course… we were none of us his friends… his hikari’s friend, but never
his…
“We… Yes,” Shizuka admits finally. “We didn’t really
remember that you guys were in here too. Yuugi just seemed so…” She seems about
to cry. She is going to cry for my Yuugi, as I have… as we all have…
Kaiba turns over, placing his back to them all.
“Whatever.” Click… Click… Click… Click… Click…
“So… how are you?” Jounouchi asks him. “With Ryou
and all…”
Bakura pauses. There are suddenly thoughts visible
on his face… Confusion. Trying to remember Ryou…? Shocked realization. He
remembers. Anger. Then, apathy once more.
“Fine.” Short and to the point. He doesn’t want to
think about his Aibou. He is denying him…
“Sorry,” the blond says. There’s a pause. Click… Click…
Click… He’s not right…
“How’s… he doing?” Honda gives a meaningful
emphasis on the pronoun, indicating brown hair and unfocused blue eyes. Like
any of us should care. This is all his fault…
“Yeah… He hasn’t spoken to anyone since they told
him… you know, about Mokuba.” Anzu
manages to sound concerned. Maybe she does care about him. How, is a mystery.
You cannot care for a monster. She doesn’t realize that Aibou’s death was his
fault.
“Whatever. He hasn’t died.” And, Bakura cares as
little for Kaiba as for Ryou… he’s severed any attachments he may have, so he
doesn’t have to care or remember about Ryou. His hikari. How can he forget his
hikari?
“Are you sure you’re all right?” There’s concern in
Honda’s voice. “You don’t sound so –”
“I said I’m fine.” He has that same casual, light
voice again. Like nothing at all can bother him. Imperturbable… Insane.
“Let him be…” Finally he speaks, in Bakura’s
defense. He is crazy, but he is surviving, a travesty though it be. He needs to
learn to survive properly… or he will die in slow empty loneliness… “He’ll deal
with it on his own…”
I… I don’t want to be here. Not with these two
insane, lonely boys… They’re going to rub off…
Click… Click… Click… Click… Click… Click… Click…
Click…
“So… did you guys want something?”
The girl, Otogi, they shuffle. They’re uneasy.
Craziness can do that. And Bakura is crazy. Insane. Utterly insane. “No, we
just wanted to come visit you… say sorry we didn’t come earlier…”
“You did that.”
“I guess…”
“Let’s go… They’ll be all right.” I… I need to get
away from them, before I go insane… I can sense their insanity. It’s painful…
It’s… horrible… both of them… they lost someone as I did. Am I destined for the
same?
They stand and bid Bakura an unacknowledged farewell
and file out. Jounouchi stops next to the room’s other occupant, Yami still by
his side, still looking down vaguely toward the floor.
“Kaiba… you all right?”
Kaiba tries to meet Jounouchi’s eyes… it doesn’t work
well. But, it’s obvious – he’s not okay. He may never be okay.
And he deserves it. He killed my aibou…
Jounouchi removes him from the room, takes him away
from there. Away from the oppressive insanity. He feels instantly better, more
in control.
“They’re insane, Jounouchi. Both of them.”
“Sh. Don’t say that. You just need to go home… Rest
for a bit. It’ll be okay…”
“I don’t want to go back…”
Jounouchi looks at him. “To the game shop?” Nod. “I
understand. You can come stay with me, if you want… My dad’ll understand.”
“Thank you, Jounouchi.”
The blond takes him home.
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