[thread] headlong
Who: Youngest Self and Older Self [chibi!kura and TK!kura]
What: Fluff, I'm sure~ Saving the tiny from wandering around by itself
When: After the Youngest splits up with YnBakura
Where: Wandering the city
Rating: G [...for now; these are Bakurae]
Once he'd managed to escape from the (admittedly almost comforting) hands of the older boy who called himself Bakura, the little thiefling found himself oddly... lost. This city he'd been brought to was nothing like the cities of his home. Everything here was... cold. Impersonal. Angry.
Shivering, Bakura continued moving at a slow pace down the block he'd found himself on. Things flashed, light glittered, odd noises surrounded him. It was almost enough to be scary, this place. Not that he was scared. Only an idiot would be scared to suddenly find himself alone in a city he didn't understand which was freezing and didn't smell remotely like the desert and was clearly filled with evil spirits just waiting to eat the souls of young boys wandering alone and Bakura was getting to the point where he'd even be happy to see that creep who'd claimed to be from Kuru Eruna as well.
Or... who was that "Former Self" the other Bakura had been speaking about? Maybe he'd know something...?
The important thing was to keep going. Glaring at the world around him, Bakura threw his shoulders back, head high as he moved down the street. Things were under control. He was going to find that guy from home (if he wanted to) and somewhere warm with food (when he needed it).
Totally under control.
What: Fluff, I'm sure~ Saving the tiny from wandering around by itself
When: After the Youngest splits up with YnBakura
Where: Wandering the city
Rating: G [...for now; these are Bakurae]
Once he'd managed to escape from the (admittedly almost comforting) hands of the older boy who called himself Bakura, the little thiefling found himself oddly... lost. This city he'd been brought to was nothing like the cities of his home. Everything here was... cold. Impersonal. Angry.
Shivering, Bakura continued moving at a slow pace down the block he'd found himself on. Things flashed, light glittered, odd noises surrounded him. It was almost enough to be scary, this place. Not that he was scared. Only an idiot would be scared to suddenly find himself alone in a city he didn't understand which was freezing and didn't smell remotely like the desert and was clearly filled with evil spirits just waiting to eat the souls of young boys wandering alone and Bakura was getting to the point where he'd even be happy to see that creep who'd claimed to be from Kuru Eruna as well.
Or... who was that "Former Self" the other Bakura had been speaking about? Maybe he'd know something...?
The important thing was to keep going. Glaring at the world around him, Bakura threw his shoulders back, head high as he moved down the street. Things were under control. He was going to find that guy from home (if he wanted to) and somewhere warm with food (when he needed it).
Totally under control.