Because there weren't enough dragons here yet.

[moderndaydragon]

[There's a shadow passing over the campus today. It's not a bird, nor a plane, nor Superman (which is good, because he's a jerk). Instead, it's a very familiar large, white-scaled dragon that, for some reason, seemed to find the skyways of the Campus a good place to be.

Of course, anyone who watches it can see it might not have entirely been the dragon's decision. From the way it's wobbling in the air, it appears to be hurt -- which is only reinforced as the beast's wings finally crumple, sending it crashing somewhere in the forest.

In the forest, there's a long path of crushed trees and vegetation, with what looks and smells strongly of blood along it...]

Comments

[moderndaydragon]

[She winces when she's picked up, but otherwise bites back any complaints; this guy is already being really nice, and he knows she's hurt, so no need to keep griping about it.

She shifts to wrap her arms around his neck, just tight enough to hang on so she didn't irritate him too much.]

Thanks.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[If it had been anyone else, they'd be hurting much more, but luckily for her, Bakura is used to acting nice. He's pretended to be Ryou enough times to make the mask of kindness slip into place with ease. It's almost a matter of roleplaying... only in this case, the consequence might involve losing his head if he says the wrong thing and she gets mad.

An odd rush of exhileration rises within his chest. How utterly fun!]

Heheh. Don't mention it.

[His own leg injury doesn't slow him down even a little bit. Within just a few moments, the open area made by the fallen trees narrows into its usual corridor of overhanging branches. The sunlight shimmers scattered brightness over the land beneath the trees.]

Where were you before this?

[moderndaydragon]

I was traveling with friends for... something. But that's fuzzy too, so I can't really remember...

[The gentleness and the mask have her fooled completely, and she's leaning some on him for comfort's sake.]

Sorry. I guess I did hit my head.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He can feel the warmth of her blood. It's almost as warm as her body. He has to wonder if that's the injury at fault, or if dragons-turned-humans just ran hotter than normal people.]

It'll come back to you. Memories usually do, with time.

[moderndaydragon]

I hope so. It's a little unnerving to not be able to remember anything.

[Right now, though, she really wants to get this wound cleaned out and something to eat. It's a miracle her stomach isn't snarling loud enough to alert the entire Campus.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He vaguely wonders if she has to eat enough in her human form to sustain her dragon form. Or is it the other way around? Changing like that has to burn a lot of energy.]

You can see the building now. We're nearly there.

[Sure enough, looming through the trees is the sight of cold walls and wide windows.]

[moderndaydragon]

[There's a heavy sigh of relief at the sight of that, Karasu's eyes half-shutting.]

Thank god...

[They could not be there soon enough, really. She may be one of the few people actually grateful to see the place.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[More grateful than he was, that was for sure. As long as Yugi wasn't there, this place was just a time-waster. He ignores her words briefly, shouldering the front door open as best he can while holding her and edging into the cool shade of the entrance hall.]

Pick a direction, left or right. There's rooms in each.

[moderndaydragon]

Ah... Right, then.

[He wouldn't have told her if there was a girls' side, probably... right?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Really, he'd never even bothered to check. As far as he knew, people just picked a room and fell into it. He certainly had.

He carries her to the Eastern Dormitories without another word, checking the ones there for signs of being lived in until he found one that was empty. ...it was a little hard with her in his arms, but he was nothing if not versatile.]

...this one seems to be free. Hold on.

[Just gonna set her down on the couch for a moment to check the drawers. There, nobody living there.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Ooof... she leans back on the armrest, closing her eyes with a somewhat shaky breath. She appreciates the gentleness, but the jostling is still a bit painful.]

That's good, then... I kind of prefer not having roommates anyway.

[Just... gonna sit here for a minute or two before asking about the showers. Don't go anywhere, will you?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Used to being alone?

[He asks it casually, sitting on the dresser and watching her as she takes her moment of rose.]

[moderndaydragon]

Yes, honestly. Whether it's because of that or not, I just prefer the quiet when I'm by myself.

[Phoo... that's better. Okay, time to get up.]

Where's... the shower?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh. I know that feeling.

[He points towards the other door.]

The bathroom's adjoined to the room. Think of it like an apartment; kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. So no shared showers, thankfully. Just take a chair in with you if standing's going to be difficult.

[moderndaydragon]

Thanks...

[She will, in fact, be taking a chair in there! It takes about an hour, but she eventually does come out mostly dry but for damp hair and her side at least somewhat competently bandaged. Someone left a first aid kit in there and hot damn did she intend to use it.

Of course that means she comes out in a towel...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[In the meantime, he had waited for her to leave for the shower before he turned his attention elsewhere.

His hands were stained red.

The blood from her wound had seeped through the thin coat to slowly cover his hands. Something in his eyes flickered at the sight, a familiar pleasure rising within him. Raising his hand to his mouth, he drew his tongue along the length of one of his fingers.

The taste hit his senses with as much force as a car crashing into a tree. Compared to the simple copperish taste of human blood, it held a sharpness to it that flooded his mind with the taste, briefly overwhelming his senses.]

This is-!

[Fascinating. It wasn't so much different to human blood as it was stronger. To compare, it was like the difference between an unsweetened tea and one that had been given honey. In a way it could be considered ambrosia.

By the time she came out, his hands were as clean as could be. He had let the tap run briefly to hide it, before turning it off and waiting for her.]

You look much better.

[moderndaydragon]

I feel a bit better. There was a first aid kit in the bathroom, so I managed to do a little, at least...

[The wound is certainly still bleeding, though Bakura can't see it through the towel. She's holding it around herself, even though he HAS seen her naked, and just settling back down on the couch for now. It... is probably going to be tough to handle for a while, but at least the medical attention makes it possible to move.]

Ah... I don't suppose there's anywhere to get clothes, is there?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh. Don't worry too much about that! Whoever runs this place has a habit of 'spawning' them.

Once they realize you've chosen this room, it'll usually bring them in somehow.

[He checks the drawers he's sitting on, drawing them open with his feet until-]

See?

[moderndaydragon]

[Karasu goes over to look, clearly surprised at the sight of... well, a lot of clothes she would wear.]

So they just... saw the future or something and stocked this place with clothes for me? Or did this just... appear?

[fluffydeathdealer]

They weren't there when I checked before, when I brought you in. Either someone brought them in without my noticing, or they just appeared. Either way, it's convenient!

[He pats the dresser with one hand, in much the same way his past self would have.]

They won't disappear from what I've seen.

[moderndaydragon]

...Not the strangest thing that's happened. [And she accepts it like that, dropping the towel to fish out some of the clothing. With the current state right now, she seems content to just yank on a nightgown, smoothing it out a little while carefully avoiding her side.

There. That's better.]

Where do you stay?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He raises an eyebrow at her casualness, although there's nothing perverted in his eyes as he glances over her. His eyes are drawn to her side, where the bandages are reddened, before it's covered up by the cloth.]

You're still bleeding. Sure you don't need stitches?

[moderndaydragon]

[He's already seen her naked, and she's sure it isn't the first time she's lost her clothing in a transformation. At the question, she hesitates.]

...I probably do, but I have no idea how to actually stitch up myself.

[fluffydeathdealer]

There's a nurse nearby, if you need a professional to do it. I'd offer, but we don't have any anaesthetic here, and I have a feeling you'd be pretty inconvenienced if I did it without it.

[moderndaydragon]

I don't think a nurse would be the best idea.

[Ug, but that no anesthetic is even worse, even if she does need it. She can't believe she's asking this, but...]

Could you... find some elsewhere? Or even just... take some of hers.