Like a blow to the head has left me reeling

[sable_cloak]

WHO: The Shadow, Alastair
WHERE: A random apartment in a relatively vacant building. Kinda sketchy, but only enough to keep away curious people.
WHEN: Backdated - Late Saturday Night
WARNINGS: De-brainwashing.
SUMMARY: The Shadow helps to cure yet another victim of The Major's brainwashing plot.
FORMAT: Paragraph for starters

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[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu had his comm open so he could glance at the directions while he drove (which was no more dangerous than dueling while driving, really). They were annoyingly detailed. He really hoped Bakura wasn't sending them to meet a cop or something. Although he did have some idea about this area of town and it didn't seem to be a place a cop would hang out.

He'd made sure they left as soon as possible; he wanted his boyfriend back to normal now damn it, and no one was going to stop him. They still ended up leaving a little later than he would have liked, but he supposed this way they wouldn't be hideously early.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he knew enough to cling to Kiryu's back while they rode and just hang on. His motorcycle helmet muffled sound and left him alone with his thoughts, which were still wavering back and forth between lucidity and confusion. His loyalties were clashing, and he knew something was wrong because his head hurt and his stomach felt funny, but aside from the occasional urge to flee, he just went along with whatever his brothers were telling him to do. Right now that meant going with Kiryu somewhere, and he had no reason to argue.

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu was really glad they hadn't had to force Alastair to come with him. Everything was easier that way. And he trusted Alastair to have enough sense to not run off while they were riding somewhere.

He squeezed one of Alastair's hands once they rounded the last corner and pulled to a stop outside the apartment building. Definitely one of the shadier parts of town. One of the few areas that almost felt like Satellite. He couldn't help but smile as he slid off the bike and held a hand out to Alastair.

"C'mon, it's gotta be this one."

[hackeralastair]

Taking off his helmet, Alastair hesitantly took the hand and followed its lead. The sudden urge to break free and run crept up on him again, but he swallowed it and held tight to that hand. "Creepy-ass neighborhood at this time of night," he complained. "Just the kind of place you'd expect comic-book villains to hide out or something."