[The pressure and the pull of everything sucking away makes his arms burn, legs dangling to the abyss, and he's faced down gods and jumped off buildings and done the impossible--
--but the impossible has never been space dragging him away with all its might. It's hard to breathe, even with all that precious air whipping and whirling by him, and he's slipping, can't readjust his grip, can't let go or he won't be able to hold back on, but he can't keep this up. He's not Penny. Akira is not a bolted down hunk of metal to grip on tightly to. If he can hold on, if he can stay right here, for a few more seconds, it has to be seconds, it has to just be a few more sec--
Kaiba's ripped forcefully away from the chain, taking with him one of Akira's gloves still gripped in a hand. He'd scream, he thinks he's screaming, but the sound is lost to the cacophony of rushing air, and then no air at all, tumbling into space.]
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--but the impossible has never been space dragging him away with all its might. It's hard to breathe, even with all that precious air whipping and whirling by him, and he's slipping, can't readjust his grip, can't let go or he won't be able to hold back on, but he can't keep this up. He's not Penny. Akira is not a bolted down hunk of metal to grip on tightly to. If he can hold on, if he can stay right here, for a few more seconds, it has to be seconds, it has to just be a few more sec--
Kaiba's ripped forcefully away from the chain, taking with him one of Akira's gloves still gripped in a hand. He'd scream, he thinks he's screaming, but the sound is lost to the cacophony of rushing air, and then no air at all, tumbling into space.]