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]

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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? What, you want company?

[Bakura's eyebrow arches a little higher, but he obediently sits back down, kicking his shoes off to make it more comfortable and lying beside him.]

[obeytherod]

...Tch! Don't say it like it's something new...

[Malik slips the Rod back onto his belt, glancing at Bakura from the corner of his eye. Even if Bakura already knew of the nightmares, it still took a bit for him to admit to it.]

If I have another nightmare I might drop the Rod...I don't want to wake up in that darkness!

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'm not my host... It's new to me.

[Despite his words, he shifts to get more comfortable next to Malik, watching his reaction.]

But I don't mind. I rather like closeness.

[obeytherod]

... [Malik stares, expression almost as vacant as it was without the Rod.

He...wait...what did...

Suddenly Malik shoots upright, a mixture of shock and fury on his face.] Wait--that was YOUR HOST?!

[What the hell was Ryou doing?!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right. He heard you crying out in your sleep and went to comfort you.

[Bakura sounds entirely nonchalant, staring up at Malik as if he's being unreasonable.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik wasn't sure if he was furious, mortified...or just really, really confused now.]

What?! ...Your host makes no sense!