Characters: AU!Kaiba Seto, OU!Schuldig Where: Schu's Apartment When: Not too long after his latest entry Summery: Kaiba decides to go check on Schuldig after doing a bit of hacking. Warnings: Not too sure.
Schuldig had barely gotten back to his room after his trick in the cafe. He hadn't had that much backlash since he'd been in his first team out of Rosenkreuz. He'd tried to make it to the bathroom, to get some painkillers to at least take away the physical reaction to the backlash. But it had hurt too badly.
Getting this much swig was dangerous. It would mean getting himself back together, and that was always iffy. So he had used what mental fortitude he had left to make of box of himself and lock it in the depths of his mind. If he put himself together wrong, it would be there to fix him. He'd done the same thing before the tower, but that with full power and concentration; it had been his and Crawford's plan.
When he'd finished he'd gathered up the energy to make a post in his PDA. If things did go too wrong, he would be able to listen to it, to know what happened. And, of course, if Crawford should ever make it back, it would definitely be on his list of 'Things Schuldig Should Have Recorded For Me To Know About Later'.
He hadn't had time to finish it, though. His mind had boomed, spreading out throughout Econtra. He was everywhere, and everyone, touching all the minds open to him. He was still vaguely conscious of his physical self, as a single drop in a pool of chaos.
It tore him apart, and he was in shreds, and the word 'Schuldig' reverberated somewhere in all the spinning colors.
"Idiot..." Kaiba muttered to herself as she searched the apartment for Schuldig. She had no idea what the hell had gone on and right now she didn't really care. She hadn't talked to him much after their first encounter, but he had made it to the short list of people that she actually cared about.
"Pull yourself together." She said, not knowing just how seriously the backlash had hurt him. Heck, she didn't even really know what he was.
Getting this much swig was dangerous. It would mean getting himself back together, and that was always iffy. So he had used what mental fortitude he had left to make of box of himself and lock it in the depths of his mind. If he put himself together wrong, it would be there to fix him. He'd done the same thing before the tower, but that with full power and concentration; it had been his and Crawford's plan.
When he'd finished he'd gathered up the energy to make a post in his PDA. If things did go too wrong, he would be able to listen to it, to know what happened. And, of course, if Crawford should ever make it back, it would definitely be on his list of 'Things Schuldig Should Have Recorded For Me To Know About Later'.
He hadn't had time to finish it, though. His mind had boomed, spreading out throughout Econtra. He was everywhere, and everyone, touching all the minds open to him. He was still vaguely conscious of his physical self, as a single drop in a pool of chaos.
It tore him apart, and he was in shreds, and the word 'Schuldig' reverberated somewhere in all the spinning colors.
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"Pull yourself together." She said, not knowing just how seriously the backlash had hurt him. Heck, she didn't even really know what he was.
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