Lonely Existence

Flight to Brazil

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We are on our way to South America. Rio De Janeiro in Brazil to be exact. Aside for Bakura taking up residence in the lavatory, the jet ride has been fairly quiet and uneventful. I miss our fun and mischief filled flights. When did things become so complicated? I just hope things will calm down enough for the guys to enjoy the rest of the tour.

Speaking of Bakura, he has been in the jet's lavatory for a while and I am actually getting worried. I purse my lips, glancing over my shoulder towards the back of the jet. The small red label indicates the door is still very much locked door is I stand and make my way over. I hear the toilet flush and a quiet groaning come from the other side of the door.

I knock gently, "Bakura, are you okay?"

"Fucking peachy. Now piss off, Atemu," Bakura's voice croakes in response. Hmmm. It was mere seconds later that the sound of vomiting meets my ears. Is he sick?

I lean against the door, "Do you need the physician?"

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" his voice sounds strained this time.

I felt a soft touch grasp my shoulder. My eyes meet warm, milk chocolate, "He's going through withdrawal."

I nodded in understanding. I remember my withdrawal. It was hell on Earth. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I should have known. Bakura was heavily into cocaine for a few days. There was bound to be some withdrawal after that.

"He's been shaking a lot the past two days and he has been completely exhausted," Ryou's gaze lowers.

"I hadn't noticed anything was wrong," my lips pull downward into a frown.

"He's been very good at hiding it until now," Ryou leans against the door, "Kura, can I get you anything?"

Another groan from the other side, "Is Atemu still out there?"

"I'm here," I respond.

"Go sit down and leave me al..." Bakura growls through the door before the sound of vomiting interrupts him. Ryou gives me an apologetic look. I shrug and provide him my most comforting smile.

Ryou knocks on the door again, "Kura, please tell me how I can help you."

I sigh, walking further back into the jet towards the kitchenette area. I search the cabinets, retrieving a few items before returning to Ryou. I hand him a pack of seltzer water and saltine crackers.

"Here. These should help calm his stomach. Please let Seto or I know if he needs anything," I place the items in Ryou's hands and head back to my seat. Ryou glances down at them momentarily and then knocks on the door.

"Kura, I have some crackers for you. Can I come in?" Ryou hollers through the door. A few moments later, a very pale, green and sweaty looking albino emerges from the bathroom.