77 Maka Albarn [video]

[togana_keiri]

[Maka's been back from the dead for almost a week now, but it's hard to believe that if her appearance is anything to go by. There are dark circles under her eyes that might fit in with the experiment this week, if not for the other factors. Her face is pale, and her hair out of it's usual style, instead hanging limply at her shoulders. ]

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[denyamenti]

[ Bakura watches the disgraceful display on the faciliberry and tosses it aside with a snort. What did he care? He hadn't even checked on her after she returned to life.

So it is with great annoyance and not much justification that he's stalking down the corridors, still damp from the week's persistent attempts to keep them awake, and enters her room without a knock or warning. He seizes her by the front of the shirt and shoves her back against the wall, all but spitting out the words. ]

You are a Ra-damned liar. No better than any other saew-seba that came before you!

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[togana_keiri]

[She looks startled for a moment but she doesn't do anything. Doesn't lift a hand to fight him off or say anything.]

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[denyamenti]

[ getting no reaction just aggravates him further, and he recites in a fair approximation of her tone of voice: ]

"I gave up. I stopped fighting back, and I waited to die. But I'm better now, and I'm staying that way. It was dumb."

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[togana_keiri]

[She smiles and shrugs, like he's made a joke.]

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[denyamenti]

[ his lip curls in a sneer and he thrusts her back against the wall a second time ]

All lies, no truths. You're not really leaving Shibusen, you don't care if Val wins, you don't give a damn if your friends get picked off one by one.

Isn't that right?

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[togana_keiri]

...I care too much. [The words are practically a whisper.]

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[denyamenti]

[ he releases her shirt with a dismissive tch and strides over to the bedside where he noted her handheld scythe when he came in, and picks it up ]

This is mine now.

There's no point in wasting a good weapon on a broken puppet like yourself.

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[togana_keiri]

You...[Her hands twitch and she takes a step forward.]

Give it back. [If it was just a weapon, she'd let him take it. But it's not just a weapon. it was a gift from a close friend.]

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[denyamenti]

No. Just sit there and smile your blank look, and I'll be on my way. It's not as though you care either way.

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[togana_keiri]

Shut up.

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[denyamenti]

I can't hear you over the sound of your self-pity, girl. Go crawling to your friends who will let you cry and pat you nicely atop the head for it.

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[togana_keiri]

SHUT UP! [Without a second thought she lunges at him, aiming her fist straight at his face.]

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[denyamenti]

[ he bats her fist aside so that it goes harmlessly over one shoulder instead; it lacks all her usual grace and precision ]

If you have breath enough to squall like that, you should put it to better use apologizing to those who made the error of saving you, only for you to come back like you are now, thinking only of yourself and whining about you misfortunes.

[togana_keiri]

[She doesn't stop and takes another swing.]

What would you even know? It must be so easy for you, shutting yourself down and keeping people out. You don't care about anyone!

I wish I could be that cold! I wish I could be like you and not care because it would make my life EASIER. Then the next time they took someone I'd be like you. I'd stand there uncaring and ignore it because why would it matter to me? [By this time her voice is choked with tears but she doesn't stop.]

What does it matter that they took my partner and my father and my teacher, all while I was dead? That they threw them into an incinerator and burned them alive? THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU SO IT DOESN'T MATTER. I should just ignore it, right? Just get over it. They're just people. Nothing special about them...[She wipes furiously at her tears and takes a step back.]

...I wish I really could be like you...I don't want to care anymore...

[denyamenti]

[ He catches her fist in his hand, tight enough to bruise and keep her from pulling back, closing what little distance there was between them to almost nothing. The world narrows to just the two of them as her words open a floodgate; his soul, while dark and tainted, had always remained relatively steady. But in the span of a few seconds, it becomes a seething, roiling mass of hatred and rage beyond what any human should be capable of. It scorches down the link of soul perception, threatening to drown her not unlike insanity, but different as well. Bakura wanted to kill her. Without question or reservation, the feeling slammed into her like a tidal wave. He had brought hell to Earth not once but twice and he was ready to do so again with her as his target.

And yet despite the maelstrom raging beneath the surface, control remained. His voice didn't raise and his expression remained, though angry, level. ]

I don't give a damn if you care about them or not. If you lose someone, it should make you stronger, not weaker. You're nothing

[togana_keiri]

[She doesn't even try to pull her wrist back. The pain at least helps her to keep awake. It occurs to her that she's hit a sore spot, but unlike other times, she just can't be bothered to care. It's too hard.]

Say that to me when you've been here as long as I have.

I'm only human, Bakura. It used to make me stronger, but not anymore.