[[It had been a rather long few days for Bakura and it was starting to show. Everything felt like it was falling apart under him and burying himself in the flood of new arrivals, Ryuzaki's cat and everything in between had only done so much to distract him from it.
He had fallen into the trap that the Ring's Voice had set for him. Every single encounter he had failed somehow and given the Voice something that he had wanted. He hadn't been able to keep him out of his home and now the Voice was trying to make it look like he was the victim and Bakura's efforts to try and shield his friends from the conflict had backfired.
He had arrived far too early to training because he hadn't slept. The combination of growing, unfamiliar hatred and gnawing, far more familiar, self loathing had eaten away at him and left him staring at the ceiling, trying to plan but having everything refuse to come together, snatches of the brief--whatever it had been when they had resonated mixing with the Voice's words and shattering his concentration.
If only the Voice had never come to Death City. If only he hadn't come back after Monster World. If only he hadn't put the Ring back on...!
He was sitting a bit apart from everything as he brooded, knowing that he should be practicing but being too caught up in the chaos in his head to be able to focus on it. He needed a plan, he needed some way to figure out what the Voice wanted from him so he could keep him from getting it!]]
[Open] Pre-fight
He had fallen into the trap that the Ring's Voice had set for him. Every single encounter he had failed somehow and given the Voice something that he had wanted. He hadn't been able to keep him out of his home and now the Voice was trying to make it look like he was the victim and Bakura's efforts to try and shield his friends from the conflict had backfired.
He had arrived far too early to training because he hadn't slept. The combination of growing, unfamiliar hatred and gnawing, far more familiar, self loathing had eaten away at him and left him staring at the ceiling, trying to plan but having everything refuse to come together, snatches of the brief--whatever it had been when they had resonated mixing with the Voice's words and shattering his concentration.
If only the Voice had never come to Death City. If only he hadn't come back after Monster World. If only he hadn't put the Ring back on...!
He was sitting a bit apart from everything as he brooded, knowing that he should be practicing but being too caught up in the chaos in his head to be able to focus on it. He needed a plan, he needed some way to figure out what the Voice wanted from him so he could keep him from getting it!]]