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Often I am upset

That I cannot fall in love

But I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Sitting on the floor, Ari stared up at the ceiling. It wasn't a surprise to him that he couldn't sleep, this wasn't the first time and Heaven only knows that it wouldn't be the last.

Honestly he spent more time thinking than anything else. It probably unnerved the others with how well he could think, seeing as... He ran into horrible situations without thinking first.

But alas, it didn't help any better than when he tried his own spontaneous therapy session with his Zanpakuto spirit.... In fact he could probably say that it was worse than those spontaneous therapy sessions. Usually, he'd try and clean up after the mess they'd made earlier. But both Grandpa and their mother had strongly disapproved.

So while he stayed at the Muto residence, he could no longer putter around trying to get rid of the sudden strangling feeling around his throat.

Shaking his head, Ari stood up from his position on the floor.

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now

But I swear

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

Starting toward the bathroom, Ari paused before he looked back at his sleeping brother. He couldn't help but smile a bit when the kid muttered something about Dark magicians not needing cheese blocks.

Turning back around, Ari assured himself that Yugi didn't need to know what he was planning yet. Besides, if he stuck around the smaller duelist enough... He'd grow to hate him in one way or another.

Kodaina argued otherwise but he let the argument fall on deaf ears as he searched the bathroom for what he was looking for.

Did he want to do this?

It was a big step in the wrong direction, he knew that much. He could feel the anxiety building up in his chest as he stared at his long hair through his partial working cyan eye. What if this didn't work?

He'd always heard that cutting your hair short was a signal for life change.

I'll cut my hair

To make you stare

I'll hide my chest

And i'll figure out a way to get us out of here.

Taking a deep breath, Ari took the scissors off the counter where Yugi had placed them then stared at his face in the mirror experimentally. The back of his hair nearly reached his ankles, while the front nearly reached his chest.

Could he...?

With a gentle coaxing from Kodaina, Ari lifted the scissors up and started cutting. First, he started with the bangs. He paid little attention to whether or not it was actually even. Finally. he stared at the back of his hair and sucked in a breath.

Then he cut.

Turn off your porcelain face

I can't really think right now in this place