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[Malik had found something while looking through the East Wing. Just what that "something" was becomes apparent when an engine roars to life, and the skid of tires on tiled flooring echoes through the halls.

Sure...sure, he could just walk his new bike outside...but where was the fun in that?! This wasn't an ATV, and it likely wasn't going to fair well in the spotty terrain outdoors...

So he's just going to take a few smooth-riding laps in the halls before he goes to test it outside.

When somebody gets in his way, he rears the bike back onto one wheel, skidding a few feet on the floor before the front tire slams back down and he comes to a stop.]

What, are you trying to get yourself killed?

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[Finally, he lets go, getting to his feet and decidedly not returning the dagger. His expression was cold.

His heart wrenched and made him queasy.]

Maybe I misjudged you. [What was he thinking...investing in somebody like that? People outside of his family...they were nothing more than tools!]

Edited 2013-09-24 23:00 (UTC)

Kehkeheh...

[That's the only sound Malik manages to get out before Bakura's lips are against his own, and he responds languidly to the kiss. It wasn't out of laziness, rather, he was reveling in it. The taste, those soft lips...]

...I'm sorry.

[Bakura's voice was quiet. He stayed where he was, lying on the ground and staring up at the ceiling. Malik probably couldn't tell the effort actual apologies cost him - and probably didn't care.

His mind ached, and for some reason, his chest was hurting a little too.]

I lost my temper again. It's no excuse, I know. I... really did want you to stay with me. If you'd stayed like that, you wouldn't die on me again. And...

[His chest hurt worse suddenly. What was this pain? It was like a knife twisting in his chest, like some part of him was fighting against these words.]

...I didn't want to be alone again. I don't understand these feelings... but I didn't want to lose them.

Some day, you're going to disappear, no matter how much I try to hold onto you. That's the price of growing attached to humans.

I know it doesn't mean much... but I'm sorry. I didn't realize it would hurt you that badly.

... [That's the second time now, that Malik has heard Bakura apologize; the first had been when he'd come back from the dead. The words claw at his insides, twisting themselves around his heart and squeezing.

It was so stupid...to let himself feel like this. Every time he started to accept it, he came back to the same crushing doubt.

Malik let his hands fall limply at his sides, his head bowed.

Why did everything have to be so difficult? If he wasn't allowing himself to drown in his own vices and passions...he had this.

And Bakura...Bakurajust had to make it worse. He should be mad at him, he was mad at him, but not entirely. That stupid Spirit...was he really that afraid of losing him?

He had an eternity, and all Malik had was a short and likely painful lifetime.]

You idiot. You should have just asked, if it bothered you that much.

[He lifts a hand up, wiping his eyes.] But...I don't think my soul can handle eternity. Sometimes I can barely handle the days in front of me.

[After a moment, he adds on as an after thought...] Besides, you'll get bored eventually and find something else to entertain you.

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I... don't want something else.

[It's a painful confession. One he hasn't made before. He stares at the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts enough to speak.]

I don't want to lose you, but... if you really don't think you can handle that eternity... it's fine. I won't try to force you.

It's painful and boring, and during the times when you're not in contact with your body, it's like you're melting into nothingness. I can understand why someone wouldn't want that.

[He sits up slowly, one hand lifting to rub at his neck. That dull ache isn't going away. It seems to be getting worse with every word he speaks. Bringing his hand to his face, he tried to focus on finding words.]

If you hate me, I'll leave. I like you enough to do that. But... even if you won't be with me for long, I'd like to be with you while I can.

[If he leaves... it'll just be early. Yes... he was foolish to try to hold onto these feelings. Of course someone who could still be called 'human' would never be able to handle this.

His head hurts. What is this dizzying sense of blackness in the back of his mind? It's like something's raging at him right now, something he can't remember or even conceptualize inside of his head.]

In the end, the decision's up to you.

[...though he's not letting Malik go as easily as all that, whatever Malik says.]

[Finally, Malik takes a seat next to the bed, leaning over so that his head might rest against it and the soft sheets. He lets out a thoughtful sigh, reaching into his pants to pull out that dagger and turn it in his hands.

Immortality. That was something humanity strived for, wasn't it? Then why was the idea so terrifying to him? Eternity was incomprehensible.]

You broke my trust. You're lucky, I really considered killing you back there. [He accidentally pricks his finger on the blade, wincing.]

...But I don't hate you.

[Malik sets the blade down in his lap, slouching over so that his bangs hid his face.]

If I do this...and my body dies without me, I can never make it to the afterlife. Then again... [A small, distraught laugh escapes him.] Ammit was going to eat me anyway.

What's worse? Disappearing, or never being able to disappear?

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Who knows?

[Drawing his knees up, he rests on them. Disappear, or never disappear? Nothingness, or an empty eternity? It's the same question that faces him.]

I can't pass to the afterlife myself. Because my 'name' and 'body' were destroyed... So I can't even guess at that, even if I hadn't fucked up my chances long ago.

Truthfully... either way, you have a choice I don't. If your body dies... As long as your soul is intact, I can transfer you into a new one. You can live as a human again. Eternity doesn't need to be eternity.

[Instead of living like a parasite, relying on weak and useless bodies because the Ring's a picky bitch.]

[It had been obvious that Bakura was stuck in this realm, forever a spirit of the Ring...but hearing him say it was still unsettling. He really had no choice but eternity.]

...That's right. I would need to use someone else's body... [He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. It's not that he minded using others, but it still wasn't his body. The fact that he had the potential of ending his "eternity" at any time though...that was a small comfort.]

But even if I did... [He looks sternly over, a slight pout on his lips. Why was he even humouring this?! Why did he feel this strongly about Bakura...enough that he felt pity for him.] We have no way of guaranteeing the items would stay together.

Ugh... [Malik brings his hand, and the dagger up to his head, seemingly overcome with a headache. It wasn't him though, just his own thoughts.]

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Oi... If you do that while holding the dagger, you're going to give me a fright. At least put it aside.

[He's hoping it isn't what it looks like. The idea of the other Malik killing him with his own knife is both tiresome and unnerving.]

...heh. I never thought of that. Stupid, right?

[The only way to keep the soul containers together for sure... The problem is the part where it's probably almost impossible.]

I could always try to seal you into the Rod instead.

[He's only half-joking.]

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... [Malik places the dagger on the bed, but it seems the "headache" faded soon after anyway. He just kept his hand there as a comforting press to his temple.]

...the Rod? [Besides the idea being almost ludicrous in and of itself, there was something else:] I thought you wanted the Rod.

[It made sense, sure...but Malik didn't need the Rod once he'd killed the Pharaoh. After that...he just wanted to help his family.

Maybe eternity wouldn't be so bad if he could do that. He'd free the Tombkeepers, help establish them in the outside world...

He wouldn't mind living a little longer if it meant seeing to that. They could always take outsiders to act as bodies for him and Bakura. It'd be for a good cause, after all...surely they wouldn't mind, knowing that.

Even if they did, he didn't care.]

The Rod's just a key, remember? After I retrieve the Items from Shadi, Yugi and whoever has the Tauk... I won't need it as a key anymore.

[That's not strictly true. He needs Yugi still, but he's still hiding that fact. But Malik doesn't need to know that. Having never experienced the duel against the other Malik, he also doesn't know of his connection with Shadi. If he did, he'd never have mentioned that, either.]

Once the Gate opens... there's no need for any of it. I'll have what I seek... and everything will be fine.

[For him.]

Right... [He looks down at the item, considering this. Bakura still didn't know that he needed Yugi alive to open the door, did he? Either way...]

I'll do it...under a few conditions. [Glancing up at Bakura again, he watches his expression carefully.]

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...eh? What are they?

[He never expected Malik to answer at all, let alone with a view to considering it. So he listens curiously, a questioning expression on his face.]

[Malik holds up a finger for each stipulation.]

For one, once I've defeated the Pharaoh, I want to stay with my family. If you want to be with me, you'll have to accept that.

Two...my sister has the Tauk. I don't care if you take it, but if you hurt her, I'll turn your Ring into scrap metal.

And for the last one...if I change my mind, you put me back. Don't argue it with me--just do it!

[Malik's voice was firm the entire time. There was no way he'd be moved on any of his conditions; that much was clear.] Do you understand?

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['Family'? How pathetic... Of all the conditions he could have asked for, that was his big priority? But then, remembering the images he'd seen in Malik's head, he guesses it isn't surprising.]

Your sister... [That complicates things, but not terribly. Getting Shadi's items would be harder, since angry ghosts tended to make shit problematic.]

That's fine. I won't lay a finger on your family, or try to drive them away, or do anything to separate you.

[Even if he doesn't understand it.]

I understand. I won't even ask.

... [No...even with that, it just wasn't good enough. Malik needs more than just Bakura's word.]

I want you to swear it to me over something.

[He glances around, trying to figure out...what, exactly.]

...

[Swear it over something? Hm... he remembers something about a certain semi-sacred vegetable.]

I think we have onions in the kitchen. I can go get them.

[Getting up...]

Onions? [Malik knows about that, but...]

I have a better idea. [He grabs the dagger off the bed, holding out his other hand for Bakura's.]

Give me your hand.

[Huh. He has a feeling he knows what Malik's about to do, but hell, it's not like it's against his religion to spill blood on sundays or anything. Before he holds his hand out, however, he pauses.]

Malik... why don't we make this a little more meaningful? An oath like this should be shared.

Hm? [He blinks, eyes darting briefly towards the dagger.]

What do you mean? You're the one swearing to me.

Yes... I am. But...

[He sits in front of Malik.]

I'm talking about a promise that has nothing and everything to do with this. Nothing to do with the Items, or with our goals... just with us. Of course, I'm going to swear that oath to you... but I'm suggesting this as well.

Have you heard of the term 'blood brothers' before? It's a promise of loyalty formed by mixing our blood. By mixing the blood from both of our hands, in that way, we become symbolically linked as 'family' as well as whatever else we are. You could call it a sacred oath. It's a promise of kinship that can never be broken, or betrayed. A promise of trust. By taking it, we swear to never intentionally betray, murder, or abandon one another.

...though, knowing us, I wouldn't suggest promising not to hurt one another.

[His voice is a little dry as he rests his hand on his side.]

["Blood Brothers"...? No, Malik had never heard of such a thing, and as such he listens with scrutiny.

But the picture that forms...isn't a bad one. It had barely been an hour ago that he was proclaiming Bakura as his. This promise of loyalty and trust was exactly what he wanted. It was control...power over Bakura, but most of all it was security.

He wanted this foolish Spirit almost as much as he wanted to kill the Pharaoh.]

...Interesting. [Malik lifts his hand, looking thoughtfully down at it.]

I'll do it. [He clenches his hand into a fist.]

[An odd feeling of relief settles into him at the agreement, unexpected as it is. This uncertain game has drawn even him into foolish mistakes. Hopefully this isn't going to be another one.]

Then, I'll make my promise regarding your conditions first, shall I?

[He extends his hand, offering it to Malik like a sacrifice.

And knowing Malik's sadism, it might as well be.]

...Yes. [Sadism indeed; even given the circumstances, Malik can't help but briefly smirk as he brandishes the knife. He reaches out with his other hand to grab hold of Bakura's, making sure it stays in place as he slowly rakes the blade across his palm.

He releases the hand once he's finished, waiting for Bakura to go on.]

Edited 2013-09-25 02:18 (UTC)

[He hisses slightly with an irritated look at how slow Malik took that. They probably shouldn't have done this indoors; the blood bubbles up from the wound, spilling over the edges to drip towards the side of his hand and head ever-downwards to the ground.]

Then, I swear upon this blood you've spilt... No matter what happens, I will not so much as harm a hair on the head of your family. I swear not to try to separate you from them in any way, and to immediately and unhesitantly obey any request from you to restore your soul to its original location.

[Is he meant to add an amen or something? Because he doesn't care for that crap]

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