† 007. [ video / action ANYWHERE / fourth wall ]

[harbringersoul]

[The video is shaky and poorly lit, an alley with nothing in it-- until what looks like deeper shadow moved by inches and becomes an elbow. Camera angle change to include half of a torso, hunched shoulders and bowed head, obviously Ys to those who know him. He's clenching something in his hands, it's shiny... a metal stick? No, it's scalpel, stolen

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[Ys tenses immediately, defensive and glaring, but... it's only Bakura. Harmless, his mind supplies, and he slumps more than hunches against the wall. Still, his hands keep the scalpel between hidden his knees. There is too much going on to throw caution to the wind, or even accept help that is offered when he never has before.]

I'm... fine.

[If his soft words can even be heard.]

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[He's talking to the ground more than anything else.]

... leave.

[But if Bakura tries, a dratini will take the chance to leave Ys' side and herd help to his trainer.]

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[He won't... This isn't an expression of hope, or fascination, but incomprehension. Lost.]

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[But it fades into careful blankness, quickly enough to have never been.]

You don't... There's no need. [Even to Ys, his voice is faint; his dratini lets out a high pitched whine. His eyes aren't focused on Bakura any longer, but to slightly off center... and he's trembling.]

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[Ys nearly jumps out of his skin, hands so tense around the metal that there must be grooves under his fingers. Harmless, he thinks, a light touch; too close. Bakura must be able to feel how hot he is now, it's radiating, and he is trembling from it, muscles wound too tight for too long. It's a wonder her hasn't collapsed.]

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[Concern prompts him to shy away, too tired to do anything but retreat. Ys hadn't thought it through and over balances, knocking a shoulder hard into the wall, the opposite side as Bakura. He grunts in pain. His body won't move how he wants it to; so it's a fever interfering.]

I thought that sickness... was impossible...

[Murmuring to himself again, his little weapon is clearly visible to Bakura now, fisted hand propped up on his left knee. His shoulder throbbed.]

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[Ys is light enough that anyone half grown could carry him. He's too weak to resist physically, but he has made up his mind. No where is safe, not even the Center. This might be nothing more than a token protest, but:]

Don't--