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[Bakura didn't particularly care how it looks. Leaning against the counter, arms folded over his chest, he met Malik's eyes almost tauntingly.]

I had lunch with Karasu. Patching up damaged connections. She was going to go hide out in a cave for the rest of her life out of guilt over scaring us, so I had to stay with her a while. I don't think she'll care to come near you for a while.

... [Malik huffs, sitting himself up and then slouching over, his expression towards Bakura much steelier than usual. That explained the food, but what of his shirt and lips...?]

You should have just let her stay there to rot.

[...He didn't, did he?] What happened to your face?

Oy... I don't let go of my possessions that easily.

[He scoffs, before realizing. Oh, right... these were bite marks. Malik could probably tell that too, inexperienced as he was.]

That idiot... She confessed her love to me earlier. I told her I wasn't interested, but after lunch, we had a little drink.

[He smiles a little wickedly, taunting him. Though he has no interest in Karasu beyond her powers (and her usability as a toy), it's fun to see how far he can push Malik. Especially with how annoyed he still is. Just a little more...]

It seems she's quite wild when she's uninhibited. Her teeth are a little sharper than I expected.

[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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[Bakura had made one serious miscalculation in this relationship. From the very start, he hadn't taken Malik seriously. The boy gave off too much of an unprepared, reckless, even weak appearance. As far as he thought, Malik was easily manipulated. Ironic, for the wielder of the Rod.

As a result, he only raised an eyebrow confidently as Malik rose up, Rod in hand, those violet eyes of his ablaze with fury. That confident look vanished in an instant as a blur of vision became his only warning. It wasn't enough. His eyes widened visibly at the sudden pain in his face, and he would have stumbled backwards if it weren't for the counter behind him. His hand rose to clutch at the bleeding wound in shock as he stared at Malik.

He was honestly lost for words. He would never have thought Malik to have the nerve-!]

What-?!

[That bastard-! As if he wasn't going to be scarred enough.]

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[It was a grave mistake to underestimate him then, because Malik was far from done. He used Bakura's moment of shock to roughly shove him to the floor, and before he even had a chance to move...Malik stomped right on his healing burn wound.

His words were furious, burning with feelings he'd tried to repressed. Malik was unrestrained as he allowed his sadistic side to overcome him.]

You're mine, Bakura! Which means anything you think that belongs to you is mine too--and mine to destroy.

[He grinds his heel against the wound.] Your lips...and your borrowed body, and your stupid soul are mine!

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[He hit the floor with a hiss of pain that turned into almost a shriek at the feel of Malik's shoe against that wound. He grasped Malik's ankle with shaking fingers, wanting to push him off - but it was no good with that pain. He couldn't focus the strength.

The pain was immense, enough to overwhelm even his tolerance, and he had to fight not to start screaming. Tears of pain pricked at his eyes and he clenched them shut firmly, his breathing harsh and ragged with pain as he fought to gather the words to respond.

Underestimating Malik had been a big mistake. He knew how sadistic Malik was, but he'd never expected him to have the nerve to turn on him like this. That bastard-!]

Bastard-! Nghk...

[His mind was practically blind with pain right now. A flurry of rage and agony and even fear. It's unforgiveable. It's impossible.]

Get off of me!

[It's undeniably true.]

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No!

[He lifts his foot up only to stomp it down again. Watching Bakura writhe in pain beneath him...it's what he deserved! He needed to put him in his place for making his chest hurt like that, and for making him feel this way about him. It wouldn't come without a punishment.

Something about his enthusiasm echoed the actions of his other half.] Keh keh...kyahaha! I want to hear you say it!

Gyah-!

[This time he did let out a short scream of pain. His body was tense, trembling relentlessly with agony under Malik's foot. For a moment he couldn't even breathe for the pain - but that didn't matter so much as what was going on in his whirling mind.

'Say it'?! Bullshit! Bakura wasn't going to bow down to him that easily. He had too much pride, too much possessiveness in him to just accept a claim on his soul like that. Who did Malik think he was dealing with? Taking advantage of his injured state to try to force dominance over him like this was a dirty move. He should have expected it.

After all, he'd seen during the battle with Yugi... just how much of a manipulative bastard this boy was!]

M-malik... I... [No, even with the pain, he can't do it. He has to think. He has to focus. He doesn't even have the strength to add the '-sama' right now.]

I...

[Too much. It's too much.]

Ngh...

[Fucking sadistic bastard!]

If... you wanted to be more than partners that badly... you just had to ask!

[Even though Malik hadn't gotten what he asked for, even though his claim hadn't been rightfully acknowledged, those words were enough to have him pull his foot back and place it at Bakura's side.]

Keh keh...I don't ask for things. [He prods that side with his foot, sadistically playful.] Even when I do...it's not really up for discussion. I'll always get what I want!

And that's what I want!

Ngh...

[He curled up thoughtlessly, his hand going to the wound Malik had been tormenting. It hurts still, the bandages hot enough beneath his fingers to point out his folly.

What he wants? Right now, Bakura was angry enough to try to beat the kid to a pulp, but his body wasn't in good enough condition to. Damn...! He glowered up at him as best he could, trying to hide how much that hurt from him even though Malik already knows.

It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts and judge his words to make sure they're not too bitter.]

Fine, then... You sadistic bastard. If that's what you want, I don't mind. I don't care about that woman anyway.

[His body won't stop shaking. He mentally curses the weakness of it.]

But I'm not going to get rid of her, no matter what you say or do. I won't do that with her again.

[Maybe he can get up now? Nope. His body says no.]

[He was quickly, and graciously washed over with a sense of relief and satisfaction. There something else he couldn't quite pinpoint as well; it was like a swelling in his chest, but not an unpleasant one like before.

For any sane person, this might be the part where they begin to regret their actions, but not Malik. He saw no reason to regret what had wrought him exactly what he wanted.]

...Keh keh heh. [The Egyptian crouches down, inspecting the other teen and his bandaged wound and then his face. Mm, that was probably going to leave a scar.]

Fine...but I don't want her thinking she has a chance with you, either. Make sure she knows, Bakura.

And as for that...what should I call you now? Partner? Boyfriend~? [He lets out a short, amused laughing.] It'd be a good idea not to let our enemies know, regardless.

[Bakura bristled, lips drawn back into a snarl that bared his teeth. It was almost like a hurt animal, in a way. The blood running down his face was, for once, ignored - though he was tempted to lick it up and spit it in Malik's face.]

You really are a bastard...

[At last he managed to gather his senses enough to sit up, unconsciously drawing in on himself even as he scowled.]

'Enemies'? Have you been pissing more people off?

[He couldn't resist the jibe, ignoring the question - and the order - for the moment.]

No, no...I've been behaving. [The taunting doesn't bother him; he was in far too good of a mood right now to let it. Malik even takes a seat next to Bakura, as if his borderline torture hadn't happened at all.]

Besides Karasu, I've been doing just the opposite. Keh keh...there's Harriet, for one.

...

[Are you for real, Malik? Really?

He's tempted to just punch the fucking bastard and try to run away.

...thinking on it, he could have used the Ring to paralyse him. Hindsight! Why do you fail him when he needs you?!

He scrubs his injured cheek irritably with the back of his hand, smearing blood over it as he hisses a little in pain.]

You should have brought the first aid kit over before sitting down, idiot... I need to see what damage you've done. If this means I have to go back to the infirmary, you'd better be willing to make it up to me!

It's just a scratch, you'll live. [Scratch, deep gash...whatever; Malik didn't care either way. That "scratch" would serve as a reminder to Bakura, so he never forgets just who he belongs to.]

But that reminds me...the plans I have for Harriet might get us out of here. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't screw them up. I need her to see me as trustworthy, and anything you do reflects on me.

I'm more concerned about what you did with your foot, idiot.

[His scowl only deepened. Who was the one fostering peace here again?! Malik was acting like the smuggest bitch in the world right now.]

Oy! Idiot, do you think I'd turn on those assholes so easily? I'd at least warn you first.

Besides, I've been dealing with their leader quite nicely so far.

I'm just making sure we have an understanding. [Malik used the end of his Rod to press against Bakura's cheek dominantly. "Smug" was putting it lightly.]

But that's good! All the more reason for her to believe me.

[His eyes trailed down to Bakura's side he'd been abusing only a few minutes ago.] Let me have a look.

[Irritably, he knocks the Rod away from his face with the back of his hand. If anyone's ruining anyone's plans, it's usually you, he grumps to himself. Saying it right now while he's still recovering would be stupid, however.]

Whatever!

[With that solid retort, he reaches down slowly to unwind the bandages. They don't seem to want to come away, having been pressed too firmly into the wound. It hurts like hell just peeling them off.]

Nng...

[Malik probably only wants to see as a trophy.

The burns are far redder than before, having been torn open. It looks like they're seeping blood. Luckily it's far enough in the healing process that it isn't seeping anything else.]

Ohh...I really hurt you, didn't I? Keh... [The lack of remorse in his voice was a bit disturbing, even if Malik did get up a moment later to retrieve the first aid kit.]

Hmm... [Sitting back down next to Bakura, he flips open the lid and looks inside, pulling out the various items they'd been using for treatment the past week.

That smug look on his face doesn't budge an inch, even when he looks back up with burn cream in his hand.]

Now...hold still.

[An idea flickers over his mind vaguely and he grasps onto it. A way to get revenge for this. It has to wait a little while, until at least Malik's done... but he has an idea.]

Oi, Malik... when you're done with this, we should play something. I need a distraction.

[He can't help but tense, not wanting Malik's fingers anywhere near his wounds right now.]

...You're going to want to clean off the blood first, and disinfect it. Putting that straight on isn't going to do much good.

What, you want to play Duel Monsters?

[Silently he lowers the tube of cream and stands to grab a clean, damp clothe. Using that, he dabs up the blood with surprising gentleness, especially considering the way he acted earlier. It was force of habit more than anything.

Once that's done, he starts with the disinfectant.]

[Leaning his head against the counter, he endures it with surprise. It still stings a little, but Malik's odd moments of gentleness startle him.]

I just want to unwind a little. It can be Duel Monsters, if you want... or it could be something else.

Heheh... we could even play a guessing game, if you wanted.

Hmm. Too bad Ryou hasn't finished that Monster World set.

[Disinfection complete, Malik moves on to the burn cream, spreading it liberally with his fingers.]

Whatever's fine with me, but first... [He pauses for effect, wearing a pointed grin.] You never did tell me what I should call you. Then again, it doesn't really matter what you think.

[That mocking insult makes him seethe, even as he has to shut his eyes and bite his already-abused lip in response to the sting of the cream. Malik really has gone too far this time... He's going to have to teach him a lesson.]

If it doesn't matter what I think, then why ask me?! I don't care what words you dress it up as. 'Boyfriend', 'lover', 'partner'... they all mean the same thing!

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