Three's Company Too [Complete]
Characters: Zetsu, Mio Amakura, Jonouchi Katsuya
Setting: The Two Door Bedroom
Time: Day 006, early evening
Summary: A Jonouchi freak out is stalled when a plant and his loli arrive
Warnings: Angst is very probable
The hallways of the house seemed too large and empty to Jonouchi, who strode through with confidence in his step and none in his heart. It'd never bothered him before, but as night approached, every moment he spent by himself wore down his mind bit by bit. What if those phantasms were to come for him again? Would he notice them coming? Could he fight back this time? Could he escape? What if they tried to take someone important to him again? Would they keep targeting his friends? Alone, his doubts were hard to shake, and by the time he stepped into his bedroom he had nearly forgotten why he had come. He had done his best to avoid this room since his release, and standing in it alone filled him with a fear he tried to pretend didn't exist. It was here... this was where they had come in and taken him from, with hardly a sound and without the duelist being able to do anything to prevent his fate.
He stood there in silence for a while. A few minutes? He wasn't sure how long. When he came to his senses, he finally remembered his errand. Night would be falling soon. If he wanted to protect himself, he was going to need his knife. He didn't remember taking it anywhere else, so he was convinced it should still be there. True to his memory, a scan of the room showed his knife was on the nightstand, right where it should have been. Walking over to it, he stared down at it in quiet contemplation. The nightstand was clean, not a speck of dust to be found on it. It was like he'd only left for a few minutes, or not at all. How long had it truly been? How many weeks had he been confined in that hell? Grasping the knife, he stuck it in his pants and resolved to leave the room. He couldn't stay there, everything about it reminded him of that time. He needed to get out, to find his way back to friendly company. He didn't care where or with who, but he needed to leave. His feet didn't share the same sentiment. For some reason, they refused to move as memories of his imprisonment came flooding back. The empty cell, the sore shoulder, the feelings of despair... he was trapped.
With a vigorous headshake, he managed to break free of the spell. He wasn't trapped again - not yet. All he had to do was go out that door, and he'd be free.
Setting: The Two Door Bedroom
Time: Day 006, early evening
Summary: A Jonouchi freak out is stalled when a plant and his loli arrive
Warnings: Angst is very probable
The hallways of the house seemed too large and empty to Jonouchi, who strode through with confidence in his step and none in his heart. It'd never bothered him before, but as night approached, every moment he spent by himself wore down his mind bit by bit. What if those phantasms were to come for him again? Would he notice them coming? Could he fight back this time? Could he escape? What if they tried to take someone important to him again? Would they keep targeting his friends? Alone, his doubts were hard to shake, and by the time he stepped into his bedroom he had nearly forgotten why he had come. He had done his best to avoid this room since his release, and standing in it alone filled him with a fear he tried to pretend didn't exist. It was here... this was where they had come in and taken him from, with hardly a sound and without the duelist being able to do anything to prevent his fate.
He stood there in silence for a while. A few minutes? He wasn't sure how long. When he came to his senses, he finally remembered his errand. Night would be falling soon. If he wanted to protect himself, he was going to need his knife. He didn't remember taking it anywhere else, so he was convinced it should still be there. True to his memory, a scan of the room showed his knife was on the nightstand, right where it should have been. Walking over to it, he stared down at it in quiet contemplation. The nightstand was clean, not a speck of dust to be found on it. It was like he'd only left for a few minutes, or not at all. How long had it truly been? How many weeks had he been confined in that hell? Grasping the knife, he stuck it in his pants and resolved to leave the room. He couldn't stay there, everything about it reminded him of that time. He needed to get out, to find his way back to friendly company. He didn't care where or with who, but he needed to leave. His feet didn't share the same sentiment. For some reason, they refused to move as memories of his imprisonment came flooding back. The empty cell, the sore shoulder, the feelings of despair... he was trapped.
With a vigorous headshake, he managed to break free of the spell. He wasn't trapped again - not yet. All he had to do was go out that door, and he'd be free.