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He had done something.

Bulba had been able to figure that much out since the nightmares had started. What he couldn't figure out was exactly what it had been, or the how or the why. Nothing good, at any rate. Yet no matter how much he tried, he couldn't keep a firm grasp on the images he knew were lurking in his mind.

The screams were as frustrating as they were frightening. The bitterness that filled his mouth churned his stomach even more when night after night he couldn't place what it was. The lingering traces of a sweet scent were hauntingly familiar.

He knew these things. He knew he knew them. Very well, probably. But he could not for the life of him attach the lingering feelings to solid concepts. At least not the right ones.

Every time he had gone out under the cherry blossoms, he had been filled with an acute sense of dread. They were far too fragrant. The sweetness wasn't quite the same, but it was close enough to make his nauseous. Hundreds of pink petals falling gently through the air. Hundreds of pink petals scattered across the ground.

Suddenly, staying awake wasn't an escape anymore. He'd been starting to believe that this was going to drive him completely mad. All the late nights shivering, all the times he woke up with tears flowing across his cheeks, every burst of guilty panic that he never seemed able to get used to… Now that he could no longer seek a reprieve in the daylight, he was certain he was going to lose it.

The feeling could be kept at bay when Kirby was at his side but…Kirby wasn't there anymore.

He had done something.

He had killed Vinnie.

At first having this knowledge handed to him was simply that: a simple fact and nothing more. The more it sat with him, however, the more it took root and became an understanding. He had forcibly caused the then Ivysaur to lose his life. He had… Bulba didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to process this. He only had what Max had told him to go on. At least until he slept.

The screams belonged to an Ivysaur writhing in pain. The bitterness in his mouth was the taste of sap and blood. The sweet smell was a dying flower's desperate attempt to save itself. The anxious feeling that filled him when he stood beneath the cherry trees was born from pulling each pink petal out, one by one. A voice was whispering in his ear, and all he could see was haunted, hating red eyes.

Bulba had woken up silently, laying still save for the trembling that had slowly started in his fingers and was moving up his hands. He remembered the how and the what. But what was the why…? What drove him to kill one of his own in cold blood? What kind of person had he been? There was a feeling settling over him that turned his blood to ice.

He had enjoyed it.

It wasn't him. That's what they would tell him. Whoever he had been, it hadn't actually been him. As nice as that sounded, he found it incredibly difficult to actually buy in to. Not when he could still feel the warmth of blood seeping through gloves across his hands. Try as he might, he couldn't get the feeling to go away. Over the week he collected more and more small scratches across his hands as he absently tried to brush the phantom liquid away. He never really noticed the stinging.

A tiny, still rational part of him tried to reason that maybe he really should go talk to Knuckles. He was a really good guy. The echidna wouldn't be about to point any fingers if he had gone through something similar himself. Bulba wasn't about to do that though. He felt uncomfortable knowing that Max knew. Who else knew… Green, if Max had been any indication. Is that why he had been acting so strange? If he knew, Char and Nyx probably did. He wondered how long they had looked at him, knowing what he had done. Had Kirby known? Was that why he… He felt sick every time he thought about the possibility.

And of course, Vinnie knew. That was without a doubt the worst. That night they had both been up with their own demons… here it was that Bulba had (probably) been the cause and yet… yet… Vinnie had still be the one reassuring him that everything would be fine. That it hadn't been him. That it hadn't been real. But there he was with his own fears and Bulba had just… He felt absolutely horrible. Bulba couldn't possibly imagine what must have been going through Vinnie's head, and yet…

The Venusaur had been nothing but kind to him. To him.. He didn't deserve a lick of it and yet there it was. Looking back at all the kind words and somewhat awkward reassurances, they just drove a knife through his chest.

Bulba didn't understand any of it. Not why it had happened, not how Vinnie could stand to be anywhere around him, not what he could possibly do about any of it. He had wanted to know what he had done so he could try to fix it but how on earth was he supposed to do that? There was no apology for this. How did one make amends to the dead when they were living and carrying that burden with them?

When the decision clicked in his mind, he didn't hesitate. This was necessary. It was hardly fair, but it was all he could allow himself to do. There were far too many things keeping him there. Too many promises he refused to break. His room mate's words rolled around his mind, but he could not heed them. There'd be no running from this. He wouldn't be able to even if he tried.

Far off where he was sure no one could see, it was done. It was over as soon as he started. It was startling how easy it had been and how delicate it all really was. It hurt far more than he expected, but he didn't seem to notice. It was a far paler comparison anyway. A sweet protest was trailing through the air. Bulba stared bleakly down at the yellow petal as it touched the forest floor. It was as much of an apology to the place it had happened as much as it was to the person he had done it to. It wasn't a place he could stay for long. He'd betrayed the forest just as much.

He supposed accepting it was all he could do. The dreams just got worse. He still wanted answers those memories couldn't provide. A week was a long time for anything to happen in. If Vinnie hadn't been the only one… All of these things, Bulba knew, came down to actually confronting it. If anyone else would be able to shed some light on things, it was probably the person it had happened to. But if not him, then… well there might have been another option.

After a few failed attempts at scrolling through the contact list on his phone, he finally managed to hover on the other saur's name long enough to press the call button.

… He hung up shortly after, dropping the phone next to him and pressing his palms to his temples. Everything was so messed up.

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Hello. This is mostly just out of curiosity. A short while back on the network you wrote about bending some rules… I was wondering if you might still be persuaded? …Just wondering. Thank you. --Bulba

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Bulba, Poor creature. Of course I'm willing to help you. Stop by my office anytime you'd like to talk. Don't worry; I'll know when you're coming. - Uxie

Uxie, Thank you for the reply. I'm not entirely sure I'll be by. I'd like try and figure some things out on my own but... Well, I guess we'll both know if I decide to drop by, huh? Thanks again. --Bulba

Bulba, Take as long as you need. I realize it's not an easy choice to face. - Uxie

After he hung up the phone, Bulba had flopped back on the grass. Regret came almost instantly in the form of a sharp pain flashing through his back. Even in this form it was still tender. He clenched his teeth and it slowly eased as he stayed still.

He laid there for the rest of the afternoon, watching the clouds slowly drift overhead. Occasionally the breeze would bring stray flower petals above him and his fingers would curl in the grass. It was kind of funny how much he had been looking forward to spring, just to end up wishing it was winter again.

Eventually evening began to paint the blue sky with streaks of pink and orange. He stopped by his room after he had hauled himself up, writing and replying to a few e-mails before anything else. He lingered at his desk, fighting the rising urge to completely disregard the rest of the evening.

Yet there he was a short while after, staring down Vinnie's door. With a deep breath, he quickly rapped his knuckles against the wood.

The Venusaur had been expecting Bulba to drop by after that awkward phonecall he'd gotten earlier in the day - a call that had left him feeling somewhat unsettled. The longer he thought about it, the less at ease he felt. The younger saur had been too quiet, too hesitant in speaking. It almost seemed worse than the night he found the Ivysaur awake in the common rooms, if that were possible.

He didn't want to speculate if any new troubles had managed to rear their ugly head over Bulba. Vinnie knew he had a tendency to overthink things in worry, and it frankly helped no one. Still, a tiny possibility haunted him: what if Bulba remembered? Just by some act of chance, everything came back to him? The thought didn't sit easily on him - because if he remembered one thing, all that was needed was a chain reaction for the full truth to come out: fatally poisoning Green. That by itself was a hundred times worse than murdering some punk Ivysaur in the woods. If it had been Vinnie, and Red had almost died? He didn't know how he'd live with himself.

All Vinnie did know was that he regretted not finding Bulba immediately after the phone call. He hadn't been in his room, so he couldn't begin to guess where he went. The Venusaur could only wait until evening, when Bulba said he'd come to him.

The knock on his door still managed to startle him, somehow. Vinnie collected himself, trying his best to stifle the look of worry that was most likely ingrained onto his face at this point. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe everything went wrong.

The door opened. Did Bulba look... paler than usual? The feeling of apprehension surfaced again, audible. "Hey. Are you... okay?"

He looked paler, yes. A bit more disheveled in appearance, too, though Bulba had never bothered to be too incredibly neat and tidy in the first place. There were just enough subtle things wrong with the picture to notice.

He looked up briefly when the door opened, and almost immediately dropped his gaze. He couldn't quite bring himself to look the older saur in the eye. He kind of wanted to dart off down the hall, but he'd been suffering that feeling far too often lately. "Um..." Bulba chewed on the inside of his lip, looking unsure of how to answer that. In the end he just went with the mostly honest answer of, "... Could be better."

Bulba attempted to peek around the Venusaur into his room as if he were looking for someone, or possibly listening for them. He couldn't hear any snoring though. "Is Sonny in...?"

"Not right now. I think he might'a fallen asleep somewhere else..." Probably blocking traffic somewhere. Vinnie picked up pretty easily that Bulba wasn't looking to discuss things in the hall. He stepped back and opened the door wider, wordlessly inviting the Ivysaur inside.

His room was about as messy as it usually was, with a row of potted plants lining the window. His new additions were about as odd as he'd mentioned on the phone: half a dozen giant tulips the size of children. It'd almost be comical if it weren't for the fact that they crowded up Vinnie's half of the room.

He gave the computer chair a rolling push towards Bulba, if the kid wanted to sit down, while taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "So." Concerned red eyes watched the Ivysaur with hesitation. "What's up?"

Those were. Some pretty massive tulips. They brought him to a slow stop as he wandered in the room, and he was pretty much openly gawking at them. It was a small forest comprised entirely of mighty tulips. What in the world. How were they there. Why did they exist.

He idly stopped the chair's rolling progress with his foot. After a moment's consideration he let it stay where it was, slightly twisting it back and forth with his hand on its back. He'd just stand around awkwardly for now.

"I'm just trying to figure some things out," he said quietly, still keeping an active watch on the mutant flowers as if they would start dancing at any moment. "I was wondering if you remembered anything from that weird week at all." Bulba was curious to hear what Vinnie would say. It wasn't being fair since Bulba already knew he knew, but he wanted to know just how much of a secret this was supposed to be. "I don't think I asked before."

As much as he wanted to, Vinnie couldn't outright say he remembered nothing. After all, he'd already let a few facts slip to people, just by way of a supposedly hazy memory. Getting tangled up in an inconsistent lie was more troublesome than anything else. Deliberate omission and half truths weren't exactly wrong, so he'd still be answering the question...

But it bothered him that Bulba seemed to be searching for answers behind that week at all. Vinnie shifted uncomfortably as he sighed, a clear unwillingness to answer in his air. "Not lots," he muttered. He grew distant. The red of his gaze began to stray towards the ground, unable to hold the younger Saur in his sight.

"I already told you I trashed Max's tank. Among other things. I was just an angry fuck up of an Ivysaur." And that's all he was. Really.

"Oh."

So he wouldn't say. Bulba couldn't say he was surprised. He couldn't blame him either. It had to take a lot to just come out with "oh and also you murdered me." That wasn't really something you said to a guy. The only reason Vinnie's silence on the matter hurt now was because Bulba already knew. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, after all. He tightened his jaw, briefly casting a look over the top of Vinnie's head.

Quite frankly it wasn't any easier coming out and saying he knew what he had done. He let the awkward void of silence fill the space between them. How to go about it. Bulba opened his lips to say something but his mouth felt to dry to form words. There was a small voice inside of him pleading to just drop the issue, that each of them could just work things out on their own and-- Bulba ignored that as quickly as it bubbled up. That couldn't happen. Perhaps it would save them both from this moment, but things were never going to be the same for either of them.

Bulba silently took a seat in the chair, hesitantly wheeling closer to where Vinnie sat on the bed. The Ivysaur bowed his head, keeping his gaze somewhere around Vinnie's knee as he held a somewhat marred hand out towards him to hand him something. Most of what he held remained scattered in the forest, but there was a bit that was just for him. Tiny slivers of what looked like grass and a few torn, soft swatches of bright yellow probably meant very little for almost anyone else, but Bulba was briefly hesitant in letting them go. There was no point in explaining them. Bulba knew Vinnie would know right away.

I know what you're not telling me.

". . . I'm sorry," he finally managed to whisper, his voice fleet and wavering.

Vinnie's eyes turned back towards Bulba as the younger Saur outstretched his hand to him, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still. He could see the shredded petals, but somehow his mind just couldn't bring itself to comprehend it, much less accept the very real facts that were presented to him in this sad, morbid handful. Everything went cold, and still. For a moment, he could almost feel the prickling of numbness at the base of his spine.

It wasn't until the petals' fragrance hit him that everything began sinking in, near drowning the Venusaur under the shock of realization. He stared openly, as though he had just been offered a severed limb by way of apology. Why, why?

First wave, and his blood ran cold: Bulba knew. How did Bulba know? Did he remember? Was he told? It couldn't be Green. Was it Max?

Second wave, panic: Bulba knew. He wasn't supposed to know. It wasn't his burden and I fucked up.

Third wave, horror: Bulba knew. He remembered and... did that to himself?

Vinnie opened his mouth, but any chance of coherent thought faltered long before they had a chance to reach his lips. The silence was suffocating as his expression struggled to keep up with the flurry of emotions inside him. His instincts urged him to comfort the Ivysaur, but every shred of petal before him felt like a complete betrayal. He didn't want this. He just wanted to leave everything behind. Bulba had to know he was already forgiven, so why...?

In the end, it was anger that won out after all. It was just so, so much easier to distill the confusion into simple fury. His fingers curled up, forcefully gripping the edge of the edge of the bed lest he give into the urge to hit something then and there.

"What did you do to yourself."

Edited 2011-04-14 08:49 (UTC)

Bulba dropped his hand back to his lap. Try as he might, he still couldn't look at him. Not just yet. Maybe in another moment.

He was angry. Bulba supposed that was alright. He preferred that rather than kindness. It was so much easier to deal with the image of hateful eyes when there was a seething voice accompanying it. It hurt far less than the knife that warmth and kindness hid. Negative emotions were justified. Those were supposed to happen.

He didn't know he was forgiven. He wasn't even expecting that. That wasn't something you received forgiveness for. Honestly he wasn't sure what he was expecting from any of this. As long as he got answers, perhaps it didn't really matter.

It wasn't something he'd let himself come to regret. He couldn't quite tear his eyes away from the flecks of yellow. That was him. Bulba finally risked a second glance up at Vinnie, gold meeting red just long enough for him to speak. His voice continue to come quietly, but he was far more sure of himself than he was a few moments ago.

"... What's only fair. You remember it. I should too."

Vinnie snapped back, "That's not what I asked," with more harshness than he really intended. His worry for Bulba's physical condition only fed the growing bile in his voice, superceding all else. The idea that anyone would hurt themselves like that in an attempt to make amends pissed him off to the point where he simply couldn't sit there and look at Bulba anymore.

In a furious huff, the Venusaur stood up, forcibly severing that tenuous link of eye contact. All that frustrated energy clawed at him from the inside, and it was all he could do to keep himself from storming away, period. Not that he could go very far anyway, within the confines of his dorm room. But no, this had to be addressed.

He paced over to the table by the window, all crowded up with his normal-sized potted plants. Breathe. His voice came lower now - no less furious, only dulled into a dangerous seethe. "Why in all the hells would you do that to yourself?"

Bulba listened to Vinnie pace through the small room rather then watched. He had turned his head away, watching the huge tulips again instead. The Venusaur's wrath was punctuating every word well enough to linger in the air. It might have been easy to confuse him for a fire type. Perhaps that was just the venom talking.

Guilt had a funny way of working things, that was why. There were a couple of different ways to answer that question, and each was far more unsatisfactory than the last. Bulba's mouth worked to say something, but he couldn't quite figure out which words to say. They sat unmoving on his tongue, waiting. In the long run, Bulba knew it didn't really matter what he said at this point. Absolutely none of it was anything that Vinnie would want to hear.

The Ivysaur sat up a little straighter in the chair, lifting his head. There was no good way through this. That was okay. He was already feeling lighter.

"It was something I needed to do."

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