EGYPTIAN WHEELIES

[obeytherod]

[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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[obeytherod]

[Malik was Egyptian...amens meant nothing to him. Bakura's words and split blood were more than enough to satisfy him.

That much was made clear by the way Malik unhesitatingly moved the blade to his own hand next.]

...

[He braces himself with a baited breath, and then slices open his own palm in the same matter, letting out a low hiss. Once the deed is done, his hand cringing ever so slightly, Malik grabs Bakura's own bleeding palm and squeezes it to his own.

He wasn't quite as eloquent in his own attempts at swearing.]

...With this, I promise to never intentionally betray you, murder you, or abandon you. [There's a brief pause, as he was still mustering up the courage to say something so...intimate.] We're family now.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[It was almost cute. Malik clearly had no idea about this stuff... though how could he? The guy had next to no idea about most stuff.

Clasping Malik's hand in his own briefly, he nodded with a firmness and seriousness to it that seemed different to his usual childishness.]

I promise the same; that I won't intentionally betray, murder or abandon you. From this moment on-

[...okay he shouldn't have silently mocked Malik, this shit is hard to say. He swallows a little.]

-from this moment on, we're family.

[obeytherod]

[Malik waits a moment, as if for a signal to stop...but eventually just lets go himself after giving Bakura's hand a definitive squeeze.

Once he's pulled away he looks down at his own hand, their blood smeared and mixed together on it.]

...Family, huh.

[He closes his eyes, an almost peaceful expression gracing his usually sharp features. Family...that's why he needed to get out of here, because he needed to get his revenge, and free his family.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's an odd feeling. His hand is tingling, and he's wondering what he's gotten into. 'Family', huh? What a stupid thought... But he's gotten what he wanted. Even so, his thoughts are a maelstrom of curiosity and strange thoughts.

He stays silent for a while before he speaks.]

Let me know when you're ready.

[He isn't going to surprise him this time

[obeytherod]

Oh, yeah. [The words are muttered like an afterthought. He'd almost forgotten, what with all the cutting open of their palms, blood, and oath taking.

Reaching to his belt, Malik pulls his Millennium Rod into one hand. Despite being prepared this time...he still looks and feels a bit nervous.

It had been far from pleasant the first time.]

...I'm ready.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The question is... will it work again, since Malik lost the first time? Only one way to find out if the initial loss still counts!]

Soul-Body Transfer!

[With Malik actually holding the Rod, it should be a lot less unpleasant, at least...]

[obeytherod]

Hhk--! [Malik squeezes his eyes shut, shuddering slightly. When he opens them again he glances around.]

...Did it work?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...who knows? If you put the Rod down and you pass out, that'd be the easiest way to find out.

[Bakura just grins, watching him to see if he'll take the bait.]

[obeytherod]

... [It was better to find out now, then later if the Rod was somehow taken from him, so...

Malik extends his arm out, holding the Rod tightly in it...before letting it fall from his grasp. The second the Item loses contact with his person, his eyes go blank and he crumples to the floor.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hmhmhm...

[Well, that answered that. Oh Malik, you idiot, you should have at least put some pillows down first. Picking up the Rod, he taps the end of it against Malik's nose, holding it there.]

Good morning, Malik! Sleep well?

[obeytherod]

[His eyes instantly regain the life in them, and Malik grimaces at the uncomfortable position he's landed in.

Really...his legs crossed, while he was laying on his back?

The first thing Malik does is uncross his legs with some difficulty. The second is grab his Rod.]

...Ugh. My head hurts. [He sits up and gives it a rub.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh... Maybe you should have sat down on the bed before you tried that... I'll get you some ice!

[Just going to get up and disappear into the kitchen, sounding disturbingly cheerful.]

[obeytherod]

...Oy, get the first aid kit while you're at it! [Another grimace. Malik had taken the Rod with his bloody hand, and now it was soaked in the stuff. The metal makes a sickeningly sticky sound when it's pulled back from his hand.

Hnn, his head really hurts. Malik sets the Rod down again so he can--

Well, what he was going to do doesn't really matter as he thunks against the floor again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Returning with the ice and the first aid kit in his arms, he pauses to stare. Malik, are you serious? Setting them aside, he drags Malik up onto the bed and quickly cleans and bandages his hand before he lets him even lightly touch the Rod this time.

He tucks it into Malik's belt - though his hands don't take the most direct path there. This is an opportunity, after all!]

Oy, oy... try to remember, okay?

[obeytherod]

[When Malik wakes up this time, he's already starting to feel like this was a bad idea. But for now...he'll just try to deal with it. It was going to take some getting used to.

The darkness inside the Rod was strange...and unsettling, but not the worst he's suffered. He could always peek through the Ring, at least.

He sounds a bit salty.] ...Hey, it's not like I can just wear it around my neck like you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. It's hilarious seeing Malik like this, and he has to bite back snickers. How many times is he going to drop the Rod, he wonders?]

Maybe you need some way to connect it to you.

[Sitting on the edge of the bed beside Malik, he flops over to half-lie beside him, face down. His voice is a little muffled, if amused.]

Like a rope.

[obeytherod]

Where the hell am I going to put a rope? That'll look tacky!

[Malik folds his arms behind his head, Rod held firmly in one hand; the other laid open, twitching slightly at the throbbing gash he'd made across it.]

Maybe a holster...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He eyes Malik's hand's switching with a slight smirk. That was a good look for it...]

Maybe you need to check out some fashion magazines next. [A slight pause.] I've got painkillers left over if you need them.

Speaking of holsters...

[He just snakes his hand up Malik's trouser leg to uncouple the sheath there.]

I'm taking this back.

[obeytherod]

I'll be okay. [It hurt, but it was also a reminder of what they'd just done; Malik didn't want that strange, masochistic comfort to leave him just yet.]

Hm--ah! [His leg jerks at the sudden touch before settling back down against the bed. Bakura's hands were cold!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He snickers a little, reclaiming the knife and sitting down on the edge of the bed to clean the blood off of it carefully before resheathing it. Precious things require good care, after all.]

My host is going to be very confused in the morning.

[obeytherod]

[Malik lets out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.]

I'll just say you fell on something. Hopefully he won't whine too much, I want that Monster World set finished already!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Just relax! Our fingers are nearly 100% healed now, and a little cut like this isn't going to slow him down. If you want it done faster, I'll have to leave him in control for longer when he's home. He's spending more of his free time with his friends then he is here, from what I've noticed.

[He sets the knife in the dresser, carefully, and returns to sit beside Malik.]

Tired?

[obeytherod]

Keh keh...I wonder why. [Ryou was really frightened of him, wasn't he? Not that Malik really blamed him. Still, it was inconvenient...]

A few more hours a day shouldn't hurt, as long as he works on it during that time.

[He flicks open an eye at that question.] After today? Yes.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Fine, then. Just tell him that the extra time is solely to be spent in the apartment if he wants it to continue. As long as you give him a little push, he'll get it done.

[Bakura raises an eyebrow and gets up off the bed.]

I'll leave you to it, then.

[obeytherod]

[Hmhmhm...Ryou really was a doormat. Malik would be sure to make that stipulation clear to him later.

When Bakura gets up, he pushes himself up onto his elbows.] Oy! ...Where are you going? It's late anyway.

[...He kind of liked sleeping next to the other man, even if it was only when he woke up to his nightmares.]