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x; continued here with @lyricalnightingale
Something was wrong, in all honestly. Something was very, very wrong. Yuto was practically on the verge of having boiling blood running through his veins as he stood on the battlefield, arguing with Ruri. There was an unsettling feeling that had pooled and sat patiently in his gut that always flooded in when he had fought with her like this…
But he pushed it aside. Again. Leaving it ignored for the umpteenth time, but against his rage, his could he not? Heartland had been overrun. Ruined. Torn into a wasteland of rubble and fire as the invaders from Duel Academy ruined their home…
And something… something about the fire just fanned the flames of his anger, leaving him a growling, snarling mess every time someone fell. He wanted to fight back. Take his home back. Reclaim what was his.
Make them pay. Make them suffer. Give them what they deserved. Give them what they wanted—
— but. Ruri stood in his way. All he did was steal one of the tiny devices that allowed them to card other people to where he could make them suffer like they had made others suffer… but Ruri wasn’t having it. He wasn’t being allowed to install it, and was being given a mouthful the instant he took it.
His face was scrunched up in his anger as he simply stared at her with glaring eyes, as she continued to shout and cry about how dueling wasn’t meant for this and about his choices in this war as the device was still within his grasp, and his boot was still on the chest of the fallen Academy Warrior — bested by his dragon.
… Something about how duels weren’t meant to harm others eased his heart yet put his stomach in knots as the substance within his gut twisted and turned with her words. Yet… there were whispers of doubt in his mind… If dueling wasn’t to harm others, then why was it possible to do so?
Why was it so easily… dangerously… deliciously possible to do so? The temptation was too great in the wake of his blood running hot through his veins, yet… the one person he cared the most in this war was tired of being on opposing sides with him. An ice dagger against the heat of rage that leads the purple-haired boy to fall silent, gray eyes rolling to the side as he sighed and looked away.
She was right. She was right in how they should have been supporting one another, holding each other’s hands against the fire and being back to back with every duel. That’s how this resistance was meant to work. Was meant to fight for this dimension. At least… in a perfect world. A sigh left him, at memories of Kaito, and his dark cries of repentance. And his memories of Shun, and how he went from being one of their most analytical and strategic, to running off and even carding those he was up against. Sometimes he calmed down, but it was few and far between. Yuto was easily convinced — this wasn’t cuddle time. This was war.
… And so, Ruri’s words fell on deaf ears, as an angered face covered by a mask gave her his thoughts back.
“You say we should support each other… then why aren’t you supporting me in wanting to fight back?”
















