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WHO: Bakura, Kiryu, open to any other 10th floor-ers but I think Alastair's the only other possible one?
WHERE: 10th floor, Hell Towers
WHEN: After Kiryu finds out Saitou was ported out, so like... 2pmish?
WARNINGS: FIRE!
SUMMARY: Kiryu's method of dealing with the fact that Saitou was ported out is sulk and to set things on fire. In his apartment. Setting off the smoke alarms and alarming Bakura.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever Cal wants after.

Bakura looked up from where he was working on his TRPG as the sound of the fire alarm went off. He gave an exasperated sound, setting down his knife. Really, he had been enjoying the month or so of NOT having the alarm go off every time Hiruma tried cooking. It was worth the extra time to cook extra for his cooking-challenged friend to keep the air clear and himself not panicking.

So why on Earth was he burning something now? Really, if he wanted something to eat, all he had to do was--

... wait.

Hiruma was off on his trip with the rest of his roomates.

Which meant it wouldn't be Hiruma burning another frozen meal.

...

OH SHI--

He near flew out of the room into the hall, looking towards the sound of the alarm. Alastair, Kiryu's and Saitou's apartment. Not good!

He raced down, pounding on the door. "Kiryu-kun! Saitou-san! Are you all right?" he yelled.

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Kiryu hadn't noticed the alarm. His headphones blocked out enough sound and he'd turned his music up enough that he could really hear anything else. He wouldn't have cared anyway; he had enough control over the fire to keep it from burning anything he didn't want to burn.

He lit another brick of wood and tossed it in the metal trash can sitting in front of him. The trash had burned pretty quickly, although it smoked more than he'd expected. The wood didn't usually burn quite as fast, although it was definitely burning hotter and higher now from how upset he was.

A small part of him was annoyed at Saitou, for leaving again. The rest was pissed off at that part and the porter and already upset by all the other crap going on.

At least Alastair was at work. He had time to calm down and figure out what to tell him.

Infernity Beast was the one to notice Bakura at the door. It nudged at Kiryu's headphones enough to get him to take them off so he could deal with the noise.

But Bakura wasn't going to get him to get up. Kiryu summoned Infernity Mirage to go open the door instead. He was happier staying here on the floor.

Bakura blinked as the door opened. That-- that was not what he--

But that wasn't something to think about now there was a fire, he could see the smoke! He pushed on intro the apartment, raising his shirt up to block out the smoke.

He paused, blinking. "... Kiryu-kun, what are you doing?!" he exclaimed, moving to the windows to open them, trying to fan the smoke out, coughing a few times.

Kiryu glanced back over the couch, eyes following Bakura's progress without really seeing him. It wasn't long before he turned his attention back on the fire, absently grabbing another block of wood.

"Practicing." The block went up in flames and he tossed it into the can.

"... Practicing...?"

That did not sound good. At all.

Nor did Kiryu look good, he realized, now that he knew the apartment wasn't about to burn down.

There was a slightly sickening feel in his stomach as he realized when he had last seen Kiryu look like this...

"... what happened...?"

Kiryu shrugged, tugging his knees tighter against his chest. He felt like kicking the can over except he kind of liked living here, or screaming or lashing out in some way other than lighting fires. He knew he probably looked like crap, but he couldn't just ask Bakura to leave.

"That damn bitch. It's always that damn bitch. She can't just leave anyone alone..."

Bakura's eyes went wide and he let out a small, soft curse. "She-- no. No she couldn't have, it has-- it has t be something like what she's doing messing with everyone else, she wouldn't just--"

His fists clenched, shaking slightly, knowing fully that the porter would indeed so something like that.

"None of them are completely gone," Kiryu muttered. The fire briefly grew twice as big as before, leaping furiously above the top of the can. "None of us just left last year, no one has this year."

Bakura was quiet a long moment, watching the flames. "Maybe... maybe he'll be back...? He came back before.." he offered, trying so very hard to clutch to that small bit of optimism.

"It's not...just that..."

Kiryu eyed Infernity Beast for a moment before reaching out to pet it, visibly relaxing a little.

"He'd better come back. But with the 'porter...it might be months..."

"As long as he comes back..." Bakura said softly. "And remembers. Hopefully it won't be that long...."

He flinched and grabbed another couple blocks of wood; they almost lit before he touched them. They were almost completely ablaze before they ended up in the can.

"He'll remember," he bit out. "Or I'll make him. I don't fucking care how long he's gone, he'll remember."

Bakura nodded, giving a very faint smile. "Un. You're right, I'm sure he will. Saitou-san's not the type to forget important thinks like you."

Partly, it was to make Kiryuu feel better, but the last few times Saitou had vanished he had come back remembering... so he should again, right?

Alastair could smell the odd twinge of woodsmoke in the hallway when he stepped off the elevator. It was so out of place, but he didn't stop to wonder, going to the apartment door and checking to see if it was locked. Nope, he could just let himself in - and the scent hit him stronger, then.

"...what the...?"

Kiryu was still in the main room, sitting on the floor against the couch. A metal trash can sat on the floor in front of him, half full of ashes. He'd run out of wood at least an hour ago, but he hadn't felt like getting up yet. Aome was actually perched on the couch above his head, eying Infernity Beast where it was sleeping next to him.

Her ears twitched when the door opened, but neither of them looked up; Kiryu had his headphones on and Alastair could probably hear his music from the doorway.

Suffice it to say, this scene did not look good.

Alastair made a point of putting down his laptop bag and taking off his coat before going to stand in front of Kiryu and find out just how not-good it really was. He didn't need to say anything, not that Kiryu would hear him anyway - he just folded his arms and loomed over him with a suspicious frown.

It took Kiryu a moment to notice there was something new in his line of vision and another to actually look up at Alastair. He didn't look like he'd been crying--he didn't cry--but he definitely look more defeated than he had any time recently.

he didn't say anything either, but he did push one side of his headphones back off his ear.

That sort of look never failed to awaken Alastair's sympathy.

"What happened?" he asked simply. Flatly. He was aware of how quiet the apartment was...of the cat sitting there instead of being on a certain someone's shoulder. If Kiryu's public confession on the comm had come back to bite him...

Well, if Kiryu's little confession had come back to bite him, he wouldn't be sitting there, he'd be trying to escape from jail. But it hadn't yet, thankfully.

He stared at Alastair for a moment before looking away again. "He's gone."

Alastair's eyes widened briefly, but it seemed to take the news a minute or so to sink in fully. His expression flattened into a blank, resigned stare. All he could say, half to himself, was "...not again."

He stood there staring at the floor for a while, and then moved to sit next to Kiryu. Not too close, but not far away either. Eventually, he would probably rage against the 'porter - again - but right now it just took too much energy. It was better to sit, and try to understand.

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C'mon, LJ HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO POST THIS? ><

orz i know right

I had to post that like.. 5 times @_@

XD yeah, I was trying to post something then too and...ugh

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AFTER 5 PM...

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