Bakura had been awake for close to ten minutes but his eyes were still shut, giving the appearance of someone fast asleep as could be. One if his hands were bound to the bed by a soft leather cuff, his body still tingling from whatever kind of healing magic they'd used on him. He ached faintly just about everywhere but nothing was torn or broken. ( Read more... )

Of course he hadn't paid attention enough to notice Bakura steal anything at first, when he just took it out and started eating that made it pretty blunt. He didn't say anything about it, but Havoc made sure to check his pockets to make sure his shiny silver watch was still where he remembered it ( Read more... )

There are always moments of disorientation when one wakes up from a near-catatonic sleep. The only thing that matters in that time is the solid thing beneath the body and the fragmented images slowly being overridden by pain. Pain brought things into focus, like the images that were just light playing across his eyelids ( Read more... )

They were so loud, just screaming and screaming and screaming...

Oh, he knew what they were saying. He heard every single word. They made it so he felt every single word the way one felt a knife slide across bone. (Or was that really a knife he felt?) They were like the most irritating kind of parent, always on about failure and their own despair ( Read more... )

Thunk ( Read more... )

The spirits had contacted him rarely since coming to Traverse Town. Each time they said less and griped him more weakly, but in no way did Bakura miss cursing at dust and shadows or angsting in dark rooms. Hell, he was beginning to find he missed Egypt less and less - but then, he could just be spoiled. Most places in town had electricity and hot ( Read more... )

Bakura hated the scent of burnt flesh. Though it smelled only faintly, it was still detectable and therefore the source of much annoyance. With the adrenaline draining out of his system he was just beginning to feel his wounds in earnest but he had to admit he'd been a little sloppy. Again. He was making a lot of enemies very quickly, as always. He ( Read more... )

This stupid town was really starting to piss Dante off. He'd been around, doing everything there was to do in this dump, and the most he'd been able to come across was a shitty bar, a bunch of boring townspeople that really didn't know their asses from a hole in the ground, and hordes of those strange, black, sperm monsters. He vaguely remembered ( Read more... )

Naminé frowned as she repeatedly checked her journal for a reply from Axel. She had recently discovered a little button with two arrows circling around each other that ... well, made the page appear again. Seemingly useless, but she noticed that sometimes a new reply from Axel would appear. What a neat little contraption, it seemed to add new ( Read more... )

The ceiling was cracked and dirty, a strong perpetual draft leaking through the faded plaster and ragged sheets to wind deeply into the marrow of his bones. His hands were closed around the old and tattered journal, slowly stroking the spine, fingers still caked with dried blood. His expression was unreadable in the darkness ( Read more... )