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]

[Ryou hears the noise and pauses, looking confused.]

Malik-kun?

[There's no answer to his call and he hesitantly gets up to go knock at the bathroom door.]

...Malik-kun?

[Knock knock. Nothing... Could Malik have passed out from blood-loss or something? Trying the door, he finds it opening easily and pauses in the doorway at the sight behind him.]

Eh?! Malik-kun?! Malik-kun, are you alright?!

[He rushes over to check on him. Malik feels warm enough, but his eyes are blank and lifeless, and he doesn't respond. But the spirit hadn't come out at all! Why would Malik be in a coma?

...well, before he can drag him to the infirmary, he better at least pull the guy's pants up.]

[obeytherod]

[As Ryou pulls his pants back up, the Rod slip out from the belt and clatters to the floor, Malik's only chances of regaining consciousness with it.

Well...maybe not his only chance.

In the Ring, Malik's soul fragment pulls itself into consciousness.

And it's looking quite flustered.]

Oy...Bakura! Hand my body the Rod!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hm? What? You're not willing to trust my host to do it for you? He won't hurt your body, you know...

Look.

He's picking it up right now.

[obeytherod]

I wasn't planning on telling him about the Rod! Besides, what if he doesn't put it back?!

[For all he knows, Ryou will set it aside and drag him off to the infirmary or something!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Honestly... You're hopeless.

[Forcing control, he sets the Rod in Malik's hand, waiting for him to wake up.]

You're fine now, right?

[obeytherod]

[Malik's hand grips the Rod even before his eyes flicker back to life.]

Ah...! Dammit!

[He sits up, sneering as he rubs the side of his head where he'd initially hit the ground.]

This can't keep happening, Bakura! It's dangerous...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Maybe you should seal a fragment of your soul in your body. It'd be dangerous to use it too much, but for emergencies, it's a good resort.

You did it to mine, after all, so you can't claim it's impossible.

[Folding his arms over his chest, he leans against the wall carelessly, a smirk on his face.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik reaches back to turn off the shower head, the incessant pattering of water quickly getting on his nerves.]

I could do that... [Why hadn't he thought of that sooner?! It was so obvious!

Malik brings a hand up, pressing it to his own chest. It felt a bit weird to do this. It meant acknowledging his own body as a vessel to plant his soul into...a vessel that should have already been carrying his soul.

The Millennium Rod glows at the contact before dimming again. He lowers his hand soon after.]

There. It's done.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh... Maybe I should do what you did to me and put part of myself inside of you too... but if my soul gets split much further, I'm sure there won't be much left.

[He turns his back, tucking a hand into his pocket.]

Besides, you'd never agree to that.

[obeytherod]

Tch...you're right. I wouldn't. [Malik looks down at his hand again, a frown tugging at his lips.]

I've already split mine into five pieces. [He picks up the Rod again and then moves to set it aside.]

I'm going to test it. [Letting go of the Rod, his body moves to collapse again before suddenly jerking back, not unlike the reaction one has when they're suddenly awake after drifting off.]

...Ugh.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Don't take too long. With that weak fragment, it'll be troublesome to move before long. It's okay in smaller vessels, but it's a pain to keep working with larger ones.

[Bakura flashes him a shark-like grin over his shoulder.]

I'll leave you to your shower. Unless you wanted company.

[obeytherod]

[Even his arms felt like they weighed a ton. Malik could move, but it was sluggish and tiresome. Really, all he could do in this state was grab the Rod if it fell.

He supposes that's all he really had to do, and thus leaned over to do just that, breathing a sigh of relief as his body came in contact with his soul container.]

Keh. Not this time, Bakura.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Some other time, then. Have fun.

[And don't drop the soap Rod!

He'll just go back outside, drop down on the couch and let Ryou in charge with a firm he's fine.]

[obeytherod]

[A little while later, Malik's finished his shower and steps out of the bathroom with a towel thrown over his shoulders and another wrapped around his waist. The Rod, of course, was also in his hand.

It seems he'd forgotten to bring a change of clothing with him, and so he silently made his way over to the bedroom.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Ryou had been thinking seriously since their talk, studying his hand thoughtfully every so often. He set down the little figure in his hand and looked over - though his face burnt a little at the realization Malik hadn't gotten dressed.

At least he kept his towel on.]

Malik-kun! Please sit with me a while.

[When you're dressed, hopefully.]

[obeytherod]

... [In his towel? Malik gives Ryou a dubious look before heading into the bedroom.] Give me a minute.

[As promised, he comes out a minute later and sits next to Ryou in his usual clothing, barring the midriff shirt. It seems he was still a bit sore over those scars.]

What is it? [At least his mood seemed level, for once.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Oh thank God. Ryou clears his throat awkwardly.]

Malik... have you ever been tested for... for any sort of blood disease?

[obeytherod]

[Leaning back and crossing his legs, Malik makes himself comfortable.]

...Blood disease? [He sounds more confused than offended, but it doesn't take him long to figure out why Ryou is asking.] No.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[...he hopes the nurse has the resources to run tests like that because once he's out of here he's checking the hell out of this.]

Never at all? Didn't you even think about possible infection when you did the blood oath?

[Wait.]

...Malik, do you use condoms when you and the other me... do stuff?

[obeytherod]

Infection? [He lets out a derisive laugh.] Neither of us are sick, Ryou.

[He's looking a bit more irritated by that second question. Mostly because the new word throws him off enough to not be sure what Ryou is referring to.] ..."Condoms"? I don't know what that is. And for what stuff? Stop being so vague!

[fluffydeathdealer]

You wouldn't know if there was a blood disease in your family because you need to be tested for it!

[Ryou winces a little. Really? Malik didn't even know? Thinking about it, the nurse gave him some last time he was there, murmuring to him about safety. She seemed to think- oh god. Did everyone think they were screwing?]

You... you're meant to put them on your... uhm. [He points at Malik's crotch.] When you do... intimate stuff.

Have you really been messing around with the other me without either of you talking about safety?!

[obeytherod]

[Well, Malik was pretty sure he didn't have a blood disease, so he didn't see any reason to go find out.

He folds his arms now, looking a bit embarrassed (not to mention surprised) when Ryou suddenly points to his crotch.]

... [Not wishing to appear caught off-guard for too long, he lets out another chuckle.] Uhh? Safety from what...? It's not like it's going to bite me.

And boys can't get pregnant. [He knew that.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...oh my god, his other self was screwing an idiot.

Ryou clutches his hair with a helpless sound of frustration, for once actually annoyed. It was bad enough being used as a puppet by this guy, knowing they were doing things with his body he'd never agree to normally, but this?]

But! What if you're carrying a disease and you give it to me?! Pregnancy isn't the only thing that can go wrong with things like this! You should at least ask the nurse to check you over!

[obeytherod]

[Malik shrugs and flops back against the armrest and spreading himself out across the couch. Ryou suddenly becomes a footrest.]

I won't! I already told you I'm not sick. Besides, how would that give you a disease?

[It was less a question and more a statement to mock Ryou's paranoia. Hell, he still wasn't sure why the whole "blood oath" thing was a problem.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[His face is burning, oh god, why. He shoves Malik's feet off of him, irritably.]

Blood diseases and sexually transmitted ones are carried in bodily fluids, Malik! You wouldn't even know if you were sick! That's why you need to be tested!