On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[shiromadoushi]

[One will just confuse him and the other he's used to :)

And that works! one more stamp on his frequent hospitalization card. Two more and he gets a free ambulance ride~! Assuming he was just out and about, then suddenly YB took over, then suddenly whoops that didn't go well at all?]

[brbshoestealing]

[Works for me! You wanna start, from the point where he gets shoved aside for YB to take control?]

[shiromadoushi]

[sure!]


There was almost never any warning to these sorts of things. Just a sudden jerk, much like waking up suddenly, as he simply was no longer where he had been before.

...but most of the time he was at least somewhere...

At the moment, he wasn't quite sure where he was. Which in itself wasn't that unusual, but there was something a good deal more surreal about this than just waking up in a random store. Or on the dock. Or on the back of someone's motorcycle. Or... wherever that duel had been being held.

...okay, maybe surreal was starting to become normal as well. But there was still something more to this... lack of place that he had found himself.

[brbshoestealing]

It's only fifteen, twenty minutes that the Spirit is in control before Bakura's body fails him. He'd underestimated the dangerous duelling arena; hadn't considered thoroughly enough the consequences of converting his Life Points into traps and monster effects. The result of his cockiness? Nothing new. Bakura's body would be retrieved from the dome it had collapsed in, and would likely be admitted to the nearest hospital. Someone would likely attempt to steal the Ring from Bakura's unconscious body, and from there it would be a simple matter for the Spirit to seize control while his preferred host's body healed.

This isn't the first time the Spirit has returned to the Ring after a failure; it is, however, the first time he's felt a new soul (not that of Zorc, not that of the Thief) within it. Immediately, he reaches out his own soul to wrap around and choke the intruder, fully intending on suffocating them before they can cause any damage - but he pauses at the familiarity of it. This was...

...Well. Clearly, Bakura's body had given up on them before the Spirit could push Bakura's soul back into it. Not a mistake the Spirit would make again.

I am assuming YB hasn't properly materialized yet

[shiromadoushi]

The sudden rush of something reaching out for him had caught Bakura unaware, panic surging through him as it wrapped around, blocking out what little there was around him with an oppressive darkness...

Only to pull back almost as soon as it had begun, leaving him paranoid and confused as he looked wildly around to try and find even a hint as to what had just happened.

...there was a feeling that hadn't been there before as well... something...

"...Is someone there...?" he called timidly, hand over his chest.

it is his Ring he will play hide and seek if he wants to

[brbshoestealing]

While Bakura's younger soul may have automatically sought to form a manifestation of itself, the Spirit's in no rush to do so. There's little point in it, and it's not like he intends on lingering in here for long. Even now, his soul is pushing at the edges of the Ring's confinement, waiting for a greedy thief to try to claim it as their prize. All it will take is one touch from a viable host...

The confusion emanating from Bakura's soul is enough to grate on the Spirit's nerves, though, and it's with an abrupt use of his will that he manifests a form that is a double of Bakura's. He makes sure it's crisp and clear, to the point where it almost looks more like Bakura than Bakura does. His hand (pale, slim, an exact replica of the body he's locked out from) comes to rest on a hip that only exists for as long as he cares to will it to, and there's no attempt to disguise the annoyance in the Spirit's expression.

"You've wound up somewhere you shouldn't be." Granted, not by his own fault--the only reason he hasn't been ruthlessly locked aside just yet.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's eyes widened as his exact double materialized before him. This... this was...

"You... the Ring's voice...?"

There was no other possibility. That tone was one that had burned itself into his memory from the first time he had heard it, the near exact replica of his own voice, twisted into something darker. Even if it was more irritated than triumphant, it was unmistakable.

For a brief moment, he couldn't help but think of that moment in Monster World, but this was different. The Spirit before him was calm, looking almost like a perfect reflection than the way its possession had changed his expression before.

...which meant the truce was still in effect, right?

"...Did something happen?" If they were both in the same place... he must be unconscious, right? Since neither of them were in control...