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Room 401	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yami and Jou, Honda and Otogi, Anzu and Shizuka�
Great. Visitors. Why can�t you all just leave me alone?

Jou sits by Bakura�s bed, his arm in a cast and a
dark bruise on his cheek, keeping Yami close to him, almost protectively. Shizuka
keeps a hand on his shoulder as he sits there, as protectively. Must be
thinking about how she almost lost him in the explosion. Anzu and Honda aren�t
hurt at all, though � they weren�t in the class. How did Jou get in the class
with me? He didn�t ever do very well� Otogi was there, but he doesn�t look hurt
either.

�Hey,� Jou says to Bakura. He glances toward him,
but looks away. See something you don�t want to, mutt? �How�re you doing?�

The white-haired one leans back and continues
watching the TV. �What do you care?� Click. Channel changes. That sound� He�s
become so used to it. The room wouldn�t seem right without it. Bakura never
watches the same channel for more than three seconds at a time.

�We care.� Otogi tries to defend them, but they obviously
don�t � this is a courtesy visit. Nothing more. A courtesy visit to Bakura.
Great. Debt paid. Conscience eased. Everyone out � you�re distracting.

�We didn�t realize you guys were still here�� Yeah,
right, Anzu. Lying bitch. You were all just too busy. Point taken. Now leave.

�Whatever.� Click� Click� Click�

�We do care,� Otogi says. You keep saying that,
dice-boy. Somebody�ll listen. Not me, though. Not Bakura, either. Maybe the
doctors will reward you for your kind thoughts. �We just��

�I said, whatever.� He should just tell them to
leave. He doesn�t want them here any more than I do. �So, where�s shrimpy?
Chibi pharaoh?�

Yami flinches. How very interesting. Where is your
precious aibou, Yami?

�Dead�� he almost whispers. Jou squeezes his hand.
Love blooms eternal, right? You traitor. How could you go and betray Yuugi like
this, already?

�He was in a coma,� Honda clarifies. �He died
yesterday�� He seems shy of the subject. Why�s that? Afraid Bakura will get
teary-eyed at the mention of a dead hikari? Dream on. The man is so out of it,
he doesn�t even remember Ryou�s dead, and when he does he could give a shit
less.

Ah, but here�s the great strong Pharaoh, about the
cry in puppy-chan�s arms. Wha wha, poor you. Get over yourself.

�So you were all there.� Bakura�s voice is utterly
expressionless� sounds like he doesn�t care. Good for him.

�We� Yes,� Shizuka admits. �We didn�t really
remember that you guys were in here too. Yuugi just seemed so�� Oh, is she
about to cry? He turns onto his side, putting his back to them. Leave, if
that�s so. I hate tears. Hate them. Get out if you�re going to cry. In fact,
get out anyway. We don�t want you here!

�Whatever.� Click� Click� Click� Click� Click�

�So� how are you?� Jou asks him. �With Ryou and
all��

Bakura pauses. Remembering what they�re talking
about. Right� Ryou�s dead. Got it. He can�t see any more clearly than when he
was brought here, and they�re all people-colored blurs behind him, so obviously
can�t see them there, but he knows that the thoughts are visible on his face
for anyone who knows him as his roommate does.

�Fine.� Short and to the point. That�s it � get
angry and shove them out. Make them leave us alone again.

�Sorry,� Jou says. There�s a pause. Click� Click�
Click� Maybe they�ll leave now�

�How�s� he doing?� Honda gives a meaningful
emphasis on the pronoun, indicating brown hair and unfocused blue eyes.

�Yeah� He hasn�t spoken to anyone since they told
him� you know, about Mokuba.� Somehow, Anzu
manages to sound concerned. Of course, it�s not like I�m not here� I can hear
you perfectly well, you assholes� I don�t think I can reply to you, and I can�t
see you very well, but I can hear your every word.

�Whatever. He hasn�t died.� Not yet, anyway. He�s
working on it, though.

�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�

�Let him be�� Yami�s voice is quiet but rough. Been
crying, my liege? I hate tears. Hate them. Get out if you�re going to cry. In
fact, get out anyway. We don�t want you here! �He�ll deal with it on his own��

Yami wants to get out of here, so that he can go cry
in Jou�s arms. Cry over his little lost hikari. It�s obvious. So go already!

Click� Click� Click� Click� Click� Click� Click�
Click�

�So� did you guys want something?�

Nervous shuffling. They�re uneasy. Craziness can do
that. �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.� Even in his grief
Yami takes control. I thought you cared about Yuugi � how can you forget him, not
be thinking about him every second of every minute of every hour of every day�
How can you possibly take control?

They stand and bid Bakura an unacknowledged farewell
and file out. Jou stops next to the room�s other occupant, Yami still by his
side, still looking down vaguely toward the floor.

�Kaiba� you all right?�

It�s hard to meet his eyes, but he tries. He can�t
answer, but he tries to tell him with his eyes that no, he is definitely not all
right. Did it work? No idea� with how he hurries out, guess not.

Good riddance � may I never see you again. They�re
painful to see, to hear� what right do you, any of you, have to be alive? To be
talking however inanely, walking toward whatever pointless destination, when
Mokuba is dead? Yuugi and Ryou had it right � without Mokuba, there�s no reason
to live � no reason for anyone to live. Everyone should just die and put
themselves out of their misery� Mokuba
was everything�

And now he�s nothing.

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So� that�s interesting� Kaiba hasn�t spoken to
anyone? That�s not true. He�s heard him speak. Maybe not to the doctors or the
nurses or anyone else, but surely�

Oh, him. He�s spoken to him. The only person he�s
spoken to is me. Wonder how come.

Click�

Maybe he thinks we should connect on some level. He
trusts me. Thinks we�ve been through the same thing, so I�m the only one he can
talk to� What a fool. I don�t sit here obsessing over Ryou, just because he�s
dead. That�s all you have to do, really. Move on. Get over it. Get over
yourself. He ain�t coming back.

Click�

But, he trusts me� Does it really count if you
betray the trust of a crazy person? Cause Kaiba is off his rocker. No one in
their right mind would just sit there, not even crying, just sitting ever sitting,
on the bust above my door� I mean, not crying, just staring at nothing and
thinking about him. It�s not healthy. Poor bastard. Must really suck to be that
insane.

Click�

Wonder how come all the nice ones died. Yuugi � he
was unbearably nice. Mokuba was a good kid. Ryou was the nicest, kindest, most
caring person ever� even to me. So why�d they all die? And how come did we all
live? Kaiba � he ain�t a nice person, by any stretch of the word. He�s a
jackass. Jerk. Asshole. Whatever you want to say, that�s what he is. I�m not
such a catch either. Yami can be a lunatic, if he sets his mind to it. So how
come did the nice ones all die and all the jerks live? Almost unscathed? Well,
guess not, on that count. Kaiba might lose his hand � still a funny idea. I can
see it still hurts him, but he still won�t tell anyone. Guess that goes with
not talking. I didn�t notice he wasn�t talking. Well, I did, but he was just
being contrary. He has to have spoken to someone. Maybe when I�m not in the
room. Or maybe when he isn�t. I guess he hasn�t spoke to the doctors or nurses
or anything while I�ve been here�

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