Setting: Second Floor, Main Area
Time: Night 007, after Makoto bites the dust
Summary: A paranoid duelist meets a paranoid schoolgirl. ... profit?
Warnings: Angst very probable
Something happened as Jonouchi sat in his room, fingers running through hand seals he now knew intimately. Despite the bug popping from his stomach and ruining another shirt, he'd managed to bite back the fear that had been plaguing him. He hadn't been worried about the phantasms, about monsters or even so much about his well being. He was still angry at himself (and doubted that would change anytime soon), but fear hadn't been part of the equation... until recently. At some point after his latest meal, the duelist could feel himself being watched. The doors were shut, his room had no windows and he was the only occupant. Still, the feeling persisted. He didn't know by what or who, but he knew he was in danger. Were the things with gas masks going to come back? Perhaps a group of monsters would break down the door and finally get the better of him? He didn't know what, and the relative silence of the room was maddening.
Getting up from his bed, he gripped his knife and began pacing around the room. They wouldn't catch him unaware again... he'd be ready this time. Round and round the tiny bedroom walked the duelist, but still, nothing came. Had he been wrong? Was it just his imagination? No. It couldn't be... he still felt a strange fear in the pit of his stomach. Would another bug come bursting forth and put his life in danger? No, he tried to tell himself. That was impossible. They'd only put one inside of him. Jonouchi could feel himself losing his grip on reality, and so he tried to stay anchored any way he could. His pacing became accompanied by muttering, as he tried to name off all the cards in his deck. The combined sounds of his footsteps and low voice soon echoed throughout the room. "Time Wizard, Red Eyes, Graverobber, Scapegoat, Angel Dice, Devil Dice..."
Eventually though, even that wasn't enough. He had to get out of his room, he couldn't stay there. If something was coming for him, it could face him out in the hallway, out in the open! Throwing open his door, he turned the corner into the hallway, knife grasped tightly in hand. Whatever the world had to throw at him could go ahead and come!