Under Circumstances || Better Titled: What The Hell Are You Doing, Kaiba?

What a wonderful idea, put your trust in the unstable boy, Kaiba.

The supply run went well, quite a bit better than we had hoped it would have.

We found it was much easier to get past the Walkers now, we hadn't seen any for weeks, and now, it seemed as though they were all rotting away. Hopefully, with the heat of the sun, they'd be made into piles of flesh and we wouldn't need to worry about them anymore. With luck, the only threat they'd be was the disease and bacteria their corpses held.

Siegfried and I returned before sunset, everything we'd need for sometime had been found. It seemed to us, that in this small town, there had been no survivors. None of the stores had been broken into, it was the same with the houses.

It wasn't unlikely that this outbreak had taken billions of lives, that is, if it escaped Japan, and if not, that it had taken the vast majority of the lives of those who remained stuck here.

We were lucky enough to be alive now, to be as we were now.

We were lucky to have not ended up like those in that town, or those in Domino, or even, like Mazaki.

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Out return was marked with two smiling faces.

Mutou and Jounouchi seemed to be relieved that the two of us had come back unscathed from our trip.

Whatever tension had remained with Jounouchi when we had left only seemed to have vanished now.

However, the look which Bakura wore was one of sadness.

As though he had hoped we wouldn't have returned, or maybe he had just wanted a bit longer feeling as though he was trusted? Maybe he had hoped for a bit longer as the protector of our group? I felt bad now, as I knew he expected me to take the gun from him, and with it, the trust which I had left with him. It must not have felt good knowing that he was only trusted with such a thing while I was away.

Maybe, it was that he felt he wanted all of us to trust him, he wanted all of us, including myself, to allow him the opportunity to prove himself, to allow him to show he could protect us, that he would protect us.

Maybe, by being uneasy in his presence, I had somehow hurt him?

How much trust did his friends keep in him? Had they ever kept even an ounce?

I felt bad now, thinking that I'd take the once chance he had been given from him, especially so soon.

Yet, I knew there was no longer a need to keep more than one weapon out.

Two of us would have to put our weapons away.

Would I be able to stand not being the one?

I decided now, that if he really did want this trust so badly, he wouldn't so easily betray it.

I held my hand out to Siegfried as we stood with the rest of our group.

"Gun."

He gave it over without argument.

Bakura, with a hollow expression, held his out as well now.

I reached out but only to push it back toward him.

"Keep it for now, we'll need one, just in case."

His breath hitched, he seemed not to realise the noise he had made.

A wide smile now, almost as disgustingly wide as Jounouchi's usually was.

He nodded.

"Okay, you can trust me, Kaiba-sama."

I nodded.

"I know I can, Bakura-chan."

He seemed to be over the moon with his joy.

He held the gun close to himself, hugged it as though it was some cute animal that he felt the need to squeeze his affections onto. Thank god is wasn't an animal, as he was squeezing far too tightly.

None of his friends seemed to realise how much this meant to him, that was fine, I only hoped that when they had the chance to put their trust in him, they would.

Bakura may have been off his rocker, but he was worthy of what I had given to him.

Both the happiness and the trust.

"Thank you."

"Please, take care of us."

"I will, I will!"

I now left to put the other two weapons away.

Bakura and Von Schroeder remained behind, but Mutou and Jounouchi followed after me.

I didn't doubt that they had something to say.

If Bakura wasn't used to trust, I didn't doubt that they disliked that I had given the weapon to him.

Yet neither spoke up about that issue.

Maybe they didn't think they could say anything for it as nothing had happened.

"Can I help you?" I asked after moments of their silence.

"It's nothing, we just," Mutou paused his sentence as he tried to figure out what it was he wanted to say. "It's just, I wanted to thank you, for putting so much trust in us and telling us the truth about what you've done, Kaiba-kun."

"You're thanking me for needless things, Mutou, I couldn't keep this secret forever."

I didn't get them, not at all.

"That explains one, but what about you, Jounouchi, what did you want?"

"Well uh, I just, I wanted to talk to you."

"Go on, don't bother wasting time."

He looked to his friend who stood there with us, then back to me.

"I. . can wait till the drive."

So, he wanted to be alone? Whatever for, I couldn't figure out, but regardless I would allow it.

"So be it."

They both remained standby awkwardly in front of me.

I rolled my eyes.

"There's gasoline in the back," I pointed toward the car behind me. "Fill up the gas tanks and we'll head out."

They were quick to nod now that they had been given a command and a reason to leave my presence.

As they retrieved the gasoline, I put the other two guns away.

I then turned and headed back toward Bakura and Von Schroeder.

My blood ran cold.

Bakura opened fire.