[Those words are like a knife driving through his chest and gut, the two of them being harshly twisted until he feels ill...and angry. The jealousy he feels bubbles up inside him, noxious and blinding.]
Oh...who would have guessed. [The words are dark and muttered as Malik gets to his feet, the Rod in his hand as he approaches Bakura.]
I think you're forgetting something, Bakura. [And in an instant what outer cool demeanor Malik had is gone as he strikes Bakura across the face with the sharp wing-like protrusions of his Millennium Rod. It easily cuts.] You're mine!
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Oh...who would have guessed. [The words are dark and muttered as Malik gets to his feet, the Rod in his hand as he approaches Bakura.]
I think you're forgetting something, Bakura. [And in an instant what outer cool demeanor Malik had is gone as he strikes Bakura across the face with the sharp wing-like protrusions of his Millennium Rod. It easily cuts.] You're mine!