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]

[He can't lose this easily... Not to Malik!

Powers of darkness, guide his hand!]

...

[YES!]

Heheh... Not for long!

[obeytherod]

... [Malik says nothing, his lips twisting in concentration as he flips Bakura's next card.]

Hmhmhm...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He fumbles the next one, frowning. How annoying!]

[obeytherod]

[And Malik wins the next one.]

Kyahaha! Looks like we're even again, Bakura! It's "anybody's game", as they say...but we all know it's mine!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Shut up! I'll defeat you, no matter how far you pull ahead!

[...says the man who just failed to turn over the next card.]

[obeytherod]

[Finally...Malik pulls ahead at last!]

Those are some bold words for a man who's losing.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Gh... Bastard!

[It's purely by accident that the next card overturns at all.]

[obeytherod]

Kehehe...

[It seems Malik's confidence gets the better of him, because he fumbles the next turn, wiping the smile right off his face.]

...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehehehehe!

[He takes advantage of Malik being thrown off to reclaim another card.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik concentrates now, but his throw is off. It seems he's staying behind this turn.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That's fine! Bakura'll take the chance to regain his lead!]

Heheheh... What was that about winning?

[obeytherod]

[Ah...not good. He didn't win a card this turn either. He'd been doing so well, what happened?!]

Tch...

[fluffydeathdealer]

What, what? Are you getting cold feet?!

[Lady luck smiles on him again. One more card. Now he only needs two more to win!]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik bites his lip in a grimace, putting his all into his next flip...only for it to fail.]

Damn...!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's next flip isn't the best either... but his lead grows.]

[obeytherod]

[One card...he had only one card left! If Malik didn't make this flip...it was all over!!

Luckily, he does, and the smallest smile graces his lips. Phew.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Damn-! He isn't going to give up so easily, however.

...what a failure. His lips twitch in irritation.]

[obeytherod]

[Perfect! If he can flip this next card, he might be able to gain the lead again!

...Too bad he doesn't.

Malik knocks his fist into the floor with a growl of frustration.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Seeing Malik losing his temper only boosts his confidence and desire to win more. In turn, Bakura throws all he has into the next throw.

Victory! Only one more needed. He licks his lips in anticipation.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik hesistates, knowing full well that if he doesn't gain a card this turn...he could very well lose on the next.

Steeling himself, he throws out his card with all his force, but just as the card is about to flip in his favour, it seems to change its mind and fall back.]

Hh...!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This has to be it-!

He braces himself, focusing everything he has. It has to be just the right angle. Just the right force. He throws the card in his hand with all the passion he has within him.

The other card teeters. A flash of gold.

It's his.]

And that makes twenty.

Par~to~na~

[obeytherod]

[...And that last card had been Ra, of all things. Malik had put his hope into the God card, thinking it would save him from defeat, but apparently the Gods had better battles to oversee.]

...Tch! [He reaches out, quickly snatching up Ra and then holding out his hand.] Just give me my cards back!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Here you go.

[He deposits them in Malik's hand, and grabs his wrist a split-second later. His grip is like steel.]

You lost... Malik.

[The Ring glows. A fierce tug. A cold chill down his spine. His lips move silently, forming the words.

Soul-Body Transfer... The target is you, Malik Ishtar!

Though they're unspoken, the command is made.]

[obeytherod]

Huh?! [Malik tugs at his hand, giving Bakura furious look. He's about to say something when he notices the Ring's ominous glow and the unspoken words on Bakura's lips.]

Hey! What are you do--! [The word is left unfinished as the terrifying feeling of his soul being ripped from his body overcomes him and his body slumps forward onto the floor, eyes vacant and unseeing.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura stands over the unconscious body of his partner, lips twisted into a malicious smile. Now let's see who owned who...

His hand went to the hidden sheath that so rarely left his person, unbuckling it carefully. It pained him to give this up... But the point he was making wouldn't be made without it. He pressed his lips to the hilt mockingly, sinking down beside Malik to roughly caress his hair.

Before he would connect the current holder of Malik's soul to his body, he had something else to do. Setting it on the table, he half-carried Malik to the bedroom, laying him face down on the bed. Perfect for his purposes, as much as Malik would have fought them while intact.

His hand slipped under the man's shirt, pushing it up to reveal the tanned skin beneath it.

Yessss...

That scarred skin was so beautiful. These markings were exactly what he wanted to study!

Now where was there some paper...

Malik could come back to his body a little later. After some studying, tracing, a little food...

Maybe a nap.

Bakura was a vengeful spirit, after all.]