after the entire incident with blood shepherd, takeru had all but dashed to get home. he hadn’t spoken to anyone, hadn’t said a word to flame – despite how confident they spoke in vrains, flame knew that takeru was struggling. flame had to keep up his bravado so takeru wouldn’t fall too far into the depths of despair ( how sickeningly ironic ). deep down, flame knew that they got through the duel by the skin of their teeth – that there was a chance that blood shepherd’s set card could’ve changed all that. but there was no use in thinking about that. they could deal with that later. right now, flame had to deal with the aftermath of such a traumatic duel.
takeru had all but shut himself in as soon as they got back. it was rather nostalgic, if it wasn’t so worrisome. naturally, takeru would react like this. the adrenaline had died down and he was left remembering the pain he’d tried to repress. flame emerged from the duel disk, unsure of what to do to help him, but he’d try nonetheless. he couldn’t just watch this.
“ takeru. say something, homura takeru. ” even when takeru was upset he’d babble something that resembled a sentence, but the silence was unnerving. of course, flame knew the reason, knew it was from trauma that was unable to be comprehended with just words, but he didn’t know how to react when takeru had plunged so far in the depths. but by no means did that mean he’d give up. “ you know i won’t tell a soul. what is it that humans say – i’ll lend you my shoulder? i can give myself very broad shoulders, too, so please, say something before i sound too much like ai for comfort … ” // @burnssouls
when takeru made it out of link vrains, he leaves immediately, rattling off some excuse to yusaku. he doesn’t remember what it was. maybe he said he had homework to do or something. it doesn’t matter. he wanted to get away, he needed to get away as soon as possible. he felt his mask slipping. his true feelings were coming back to the surface and everything he had been suppressing was hitting him all at once. he couldn’t take it.
he felt like he was in a daze the entire way home. when he got back to his apartment, he buried himself under the covers on his bed, his entire body shaking. he wanted to forget again. he wished he could. he never wanted to remember despair again. he had escaped, but just barely. if blood shepherd had been able to reveal his face-down... no, no, he needed to stop thinking about such things. he shouldn’t keep doing that, but his mind was racing.
he couldn’t stop thinking about the three despairs towering over him. they were going to hurt him, just like in the past. history was repeating itself, but it was even worse this time. when he heard flame’s voice, he flinched. he forgot flame was even there. he forgot about his surroundings entirely actually. “i-i....i....” he didn’t know what to say. he felt bile in the back of his throat and terror in every inch of his body. tears had welled up in his eyes. “f-fla...me...i...” his fingers are digging into his skin, desperately trying not to have a panic attack.
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