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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[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[If he hesitates, Malik will probably laugh, so he just climbs on behind him awkwardly. How is he even meant to hold on? Malik didn't say what he'd need to hold on to.

He guesses he's meant to just wrap his arms around Malik's chest.]

Like this?

[obeytherod]

Keh heh...yes, like that. Just make sure your feet don't touch the ground.

[Malik starts the engine and then kicks the stand back in, the motorbike starting off slow and then working up to a decent 25 mph down the hall. He wasn't going too fast now, because he didn't plan on running laps any more; Malik was going to take them outside.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Shut up! What sort of an idiot do you take me for?!

[Despite the sharpness of his words, Bakura's less concerned about touching the ground and more concerned that his hair will snag in something, so before they speed off, he takes a second to tuck his hair over his shoulder. At least his closeness to Malik traps it.

His breath catches in surprise at the bike's movement, feeling oddly like his stomach fell for a moment. His arms tighten just slightly around Malik. It's not out of fear so much as it is of surprise. What the hell is this feeling? Even at this low speed he can tell some of what Malik likes so much; there really s a feeling of power in this thing.]

[obeytherod]

[Enough of one, apparently, considering the laugh that follows.

Once the two of them are are nearing the door, Malik speaks up again as he continues to drive them carelessly right for it.]

Summon something to open the door, would you?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Heh. Perfect time to test out the card he'd gained during the blackout. Drawing it out, he focuses on it, feeling the odd synchronization with it. Usually, he'd require a connection with new monsters before he could summon them. He wasn't going to dwell on why this one felt like he already had one.]

DIABOUND! SPIRAL WAVE!

[The blast seems to hit the doors with a violent force, blowing it open hard enough for the doors to fly off and land on the ground. The summon disappears, leaving the doorway open.]

[obeytherod]

Good! [As soon as the doorway is clear, Malik steps on it, flying out the door and onto the beach where the wheels of his bike toss up sand behind them. He enjoyed it; the feel of the wind in his hair, engine rumbling beneath him. Bakura's arms and chest against him were a new sensation, but not one that he minded.

He turns them off to the right, rounding around the back of the school before heading north along the grassy cliff edge.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's arms tighten around Malik a little as the bike speeds up. It's entirely on reflex, but that doesn't make it any less of an unnerved response. After that, however, his mood lifts. The feel of the sun shining down on them is offset by the chill of the wind tugging at his clothes and hair.

This entire thing is new to him. It could even be called unique. Malik's comparison wasn't too inaccurate; it felt somewhat similar to a horse, save for that powerful thrumming beneath them that made it clear this was no natural beast he was riding on. It was nowhere near unpleasant.

He rests his head against Malik's back, a smile on his face as he watches the world - or at least the island - go by. His shoulders are shaking with laughter. This really is magnificent!]

Where are we going?

[obeytherod]

[Malik's enjoying the scenery himself, sucking in the whole experience. It was soothing...almost cathartic. Driving like this down the side of the island with Bakura pressed against him, Malik almost forgot he was trapped here against his will.]

Not too far...I don't know. I'd circle the island for awhile if I could, but I only have one tank of gas.

[After that was gone, he really wasn't sure what he was going to do. It would be sorely missed...but at least he would had gotten to feel the thrum of an engine under his fingertips again; if only for a little while.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Too bad... I could get used to this.

[It's a casual admittance of enjoyment, though he doesn't know if Malik will even be able to tell. The dizzying feeling of it all is rather exhilarating and he's actually disappointed that Malik won't be able to refuel.

...he could do without the stupid uncomfortable helmets, though.]

[obeytherod]

Heh... [Malik picks up on the hint of those words, smiling a bit to himself. He could get used to this too...but it's too bad he won't have the chance.

Driving for a few more minutes, Malik is soon forced to a stop as the relatively flat grassland of the cliff gives way to another dense section of jungle. All good things must come to an end, he supposes.

Stopping the bike and turning off the engine, Malik drops the kickstand.]

I guess here will do. [It was nice, actually, a section of land that straddled the sea and the wilderness. With the sun above them it was a bit hot, but nothing that the cool, salty ocean breeze couldn't take care of.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Feeling the bike come to a stop is disappointing, but it had to happen sometime. By that point, Bakura had noticed something odd. He felt relaxed. For once, he really did feel at ease. Maybe there was something to this bike thing after all. Maybe it was the pleasant scenery.

Or maybe it was the company. Who knew?]

Oy, oy... It looks like we're on a date, the place you've taken me to.

[Bakura's teasing is a little less barb-like than usual. It's definitely pleasant scenery, that's for sure.]

[obeytherod]

Ah... [Malik flushes a bit, lacking his usual clever retorts. As if e would be so sentimental...!]

Is that really the first thing your mind jumps to? [Malik reaches up, pulling off his helmet and goggles to give his head a shake. His hair fluffs back out, for the most part.]

I just can't go any further with the jungle there! [Reaching down now, he pulls Bakura's arms off of him so he can get off the bike.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Clambering off, he notices with a frown how stiff his legs were and bends over to rub at them. The awkward heaviness on his head reminds him and he quickly reaches up to unbuckle the helmet, letting it fall down to the ground uncaringly.

His hair was limp.

Before answering Malik, he focused a little of his energy into trying to spike it back up again, running his hands through his hair to get rid of the odd impotence of the spikes. What a pain! Helmets were more trouble than they were worth.

The wing-like protrusions of his hair were particularly reluctant to spike back up at first, and at last he gave up on them.]

It was a joke, Malik. Don't worry... I don't expect anything like romance from you.

[His tone is more amused than chiding.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik, utterly oblivious to the other man's hair troubles...]

Keh, I wouldn't even know what to do on that sort of thing. I've had other things to worry about my whole life.

[With a soft grunt, Malik bends his knees and takes a seat on the ground, his back to the trees and his view to the ocean. In all honesty, before coming here...he can't remember the last time he sat and enjoyed any view at all. He had never had the time.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[There. That was much more suitable. Hair returning to its original state (somewhat), he moves to sit down beside Malik.]

What sort of thing? A date? It's really quite simple, you know.

[Sounding a little instructor-like, he flashes Malik a grin.]

You only need three things. 'A new place', 'food' and 'kissing'.

[obeytherod]

That's it? Well, that's two out of three... [Malik mumbles playfully in return, sitting idly for a few seconds before apparently deciding to show Bakura just which two he was talking about by leaning in...

...and flipping open a compartment on the rear end of his bike, pulling out some food he'd wrapped up in a plain clothe.]

...And I wasn't even trying.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Truthfully, either of the two remaining options would have been good enough for him. Food, kisses... Either one filled him with an odd contentment. He watched with curiosity in his eyes as Malik drew the wrapped-up bundle of food out, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, he'd thought-]

You're getting to be a bit of tease, Malik!

[obeytherod]

[Malik sets the cloth in front of him, unwrapping what amounted to a very basic snack: some bread, fruit, and nuts.

...Oh, and creampuffs.]

Keh keh...I don't know what you're talking about. [He plays innocent, popping a creampuff into his mouth and chewing away.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hmhm... Is that so? I'm sure you can figure it out!

[Ignoring the creampuffs - they may be nice, but he's not Ryou - he leans over to snatch some of the fruit.]

[obeytherod]

Ah--hey! [Malik looks up, exclaiming with his mouth full before swallowing.] I don't remember saying I was going to share.

[He actually hadn't brought that much at all; it was obvious Malik hadn't packed with two people in mind.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then... You're going to have to get it back. [And with that said, he pops the fruit into his mouth, looking smug.]

[obeytherod]

Rr...I don't want it now that it's been in your mouth. [That's gross.

Malik just begrudgingly turns back to his food, snacking away at some walnuts instead, and eventually another creampuff.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh? Too bad! I was inviting you to try the third part of the requirements.

[Still, Malik really didn't bring much... what a jerk.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik goes for another creampuff, biting into it as he stares thoughtfully at Bakura.

Chew chew.]

I'd rather do that without food in your mouth.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Let me know when you're done, then.

[Folding his arms behind his head, he leans back, watching Malik with a smug look on his face.]