#jekyllryouhydebakura

“I don’t enjoy anything.”

That was just an immediate, visceral response he allowed to happen. How did he even get into this situation? Why was he here? Clearly, these things didn’t matter considering they did nothing to change the present.

Godling looked at him, twisting his mouth to the side in thought.

☽ = wandering alone at night

As skeletal and weak as he looked, Bakura was as always frighteningly strong and capable. Frightening because there was no physical way for his emaciated form to be capable of hitting so hard or holding down someone of far greater mass and weight, and therefore the usual human mind faltered when this was demonstrated.

Bakura was not quite aware of this himself, his mind was too thinly stretched and unrooted, becoming only moreso as his ravaged soul slowly drained from the wounds the shadows had wrought in him over the eons. He was not aware of his impossible strength, and perhaps not aware of how drastically weak he appeared. It was hard to keep his thoughts in tact for longer than a few minutes these days.

But it was made easier each time he ate. Each time he held someone down and gouged at their face, filthy fingers or fanged maw shattering skull bones and slurping up the bright spark of a soul before it was wasted. After many weeks of not having had the presence of mind to be able to fight someone down, he’d stumbled upon a girl who’d been left for dead and he quite happily finished the job. 

He marveled at the tiny new muscles that had grown in his arms, his claws resharpened his mind staying put for whole half hours at a time. No progress that others may notice but he himself knew the difference. 

Enough so that when he smelt someone out in the cold dark of the night he made the decision to have another go. Surely he was once more strong enough to bring down a lone human, and each time he ate he’d only get stronger. 

He listened to the steps slowly approaching, one human alone, slightly familiar smell, rather posh shoes from the clacking and the speed of the gait. No it didn’t matter who this was, strategy was far from his mind. Bakura was mad and insatiably hungry, but more than that he’d finally had another taste of feeling real again and he craved that like almost nothing else.

He took up the chase, crawling down to the street end of this particular alley and waiting motionless for the person to pass. But he couldn’t wait. The moment they were close he shifted his feet, hunched a little more, and sprung! Claws outstretched and aimed for the chest. Knock him down and rip out those pretty little eyes, just the ticket!

Your muse just caught mine singing when they thought they werealone. Send “Nice voice” for my muse’s reaction to them realizingyours was listening