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[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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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...

[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.

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!]

[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.

[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!

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?

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.

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.

[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.]

...? 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.]

...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!

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.

... [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?!]

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.]

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

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

Tell me about it! I'm beginning to think it's stockholm syndrome... except that would require you to be nice to him sometimes.

[His voice is filled with amusement. This was too precious...]

Tch... [Malik tries to not let it get to him. Right now, he had other things to think about; he didn't need to worry about Bakura's host and his nonsensical motivations on top of it all!

Although...it really did make him think. Why? He'd been nothing but cruel to Ryou, with the occasional friendly conversation. It was really hard...to understand people like that.

Weak, gullible people...]

Whatever. It's not worth figuring out. [Sighing, he lays back down, arms laid stiffly at his sides as he looked up at the bottom of the bed above him.]

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What? I thought you wanted me to hold you like my host does. Come on, then.

[Half-teasingly, he offers his arms, a wicked grin on his face. It was too precious! Malik was so clearly thrown off by his revelation.

Bakura doesn't understand it either, but he's never bothered with things like that anyway. It's too much work to understand.]

...Not when you say it like that! [Malik huffs, eying those offered arms nonetheless.

He really wouldn't mind to, but now it suddenly felt like a matter of pride. It hadn't been Bakura. He wouldn't admit to having enjoyed Ryou's company in that way!]

Too bad... I'd enjoy finding out what's so appealing about it.

[Oh well. Clearly Malik only likes to be cuddled by Ryou. What a pity!]

Well, if you're not interested...

[...He knew he was being played! There was no way Malik was falling for it.]

Hmph. My Rod is safer if I lay on my back anyway.

[He was just going to sleep like this, with his arms crossed and face drawn into a frown.]

Night, then.

[Bakura just shrugs, staying on his side and getting comfortable. It's not like he minds. It's hardly the least comfortable way he's ever slept.]

... [Malik doesn't answer; he simply tries to sleep.

But sleep doesn't come to him, not with the way his mind was reeling. His soul container...the oaths, the future...his twisted feelings for Bakura. There was much more than that; an entire ocean of concerns and annoyances ranging from minor to blood curdling. It was more than enough to make any sane person break down.

Unfortunately, Malik was far from that, and he eventually submits to that tidal wave of pressure...by rolling over and pressing himself up against Bakura, his arm reaching up to curl over his chest.

Sigh.

It was hard to go without this sort of support once you'd gotten used to it.]

[For Bakura, sleep is rarely easy. It's not a case of insomnia, or fear, it's simply that if sleep doesn't come quickly, he becomes relentlessly bored. That's why he's still awake when Malik moves.]

...?!

[Bakura starts in surprise at the suddenness of the movement, relaxing after a moment. A little hesitantly, he wraps an arm around Malik's back, holding him close. Just this once.. he won't even tease.]

... [He's glad Bakura doesn't say anything, because he just wasn't in the mood.

It's much easier to relax like this. It's warm and pleasant...and he can feel sleep overcoming him after only a few minutes.]

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