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]

I told you, already. [Still sitting up, he looks down at the other man, his expression a bit distant.]

I want to live with my family, out of the darkness.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's not what I mean.

[Keeping his eyes on Malik, he relaxes there.]

You should have hopeful dreams of what you want to do with them once you have that freedom. Would you want to live in Egypt still?

[obeytherod]

...Of course. Egypt is still my home, and I'm sure my brother and sister would want to stay there. [Even if Ishizu wasn't happy with him now--and he wasn't much happier with her--had had to come around eventually. Maybe after the Pharaoh died, she'd finally see what good he was really doing.] I wouldn't know where else to go, anyway.

[He starts to settle back, eventually laying down to rest on his side.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then, why not look into what Egypt has to offer? Take your sister and brother somewhere bright and beautiful, and show them what happiness you've earned for them.

[Maybe Malik's suspiciously tall and line-faced servant-slash-possible-brother will even smile.

But that won't happen. Bakura knows Malik won't ever succeed.]

[obeytherod]

...Hm. [He smiles a bit at that, although his eyes don't meet Bakura's.] It might take awhile to convince my entire clan to go, but I don't want to leave anybody behind. We've all suffered because of the Pharaoh.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Maybe you should start a biker gang with them.

[His tone is relentlessly amused.]

[obeytherod]

[That pulls Malik out of his surprisingly virtuous thoughts. His eyes snap back to Bakura's now, notably unamused.] ...

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

Jeez, you're in a dark mood. Shall I leave you to your thoughts?

[obeytherod]

Hhf. [Malik adjusts his head against the pillow, shutting his eyes.] No, you're just a fool. I thought you should know that.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I was joking. It's what I do. You should know that by now. Being serious too often isn't my style.

[obeytherod]

I know that. But I'm not the same as you.

[If he wasn't enjoying being a manipulative or sadistic bastard, Malik was fairly serious. Or at least he would consider himself as much.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Yeah sure, Malik. Whatever you say. He just nestles into the bed, thoughtfully.]

Fine. I'll try to be serious, just for you. Even if I do like the way you look when you're annoyed.

[obeytherod]

[Sure, Malik knew what Bakura meant, but where was the fun in that?]

Mmm? The only times I've been annoyed at you, I hurt you.

[He scoots closer, leaning in with a devilish smirk.] Kehkeh...is that what you like?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...o-oy! I didn't say anything like that!

[Inching towards the edge of the bed a little now. He doesn't approve of that smirk.]

[obeytherod]

Oh? But you just said "I like the way you look when you're annoyed"!

[Malik scoots closer still, cornering Bakura against the railing of the bunk bed.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I didn't mean it like that! Just because your face twists so prettily, that doesn't mean I want something like that!

[obeytherod]

[Malik lets out a little laugh, draping his upper body over Bakura possessively.]

...Too bad. I kind of looked forward to the idea.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...tch. If you had an interest in that, you only had to ask!

[He scoffs, not minding the closeness or possessiveness at all. Honestly, Malik...]

I'm not afraid of pain.

[obeytherod]

No, I was just joking. [Remember how he'd said he was serious just a minute ago? Yeah.]

If I was going to do something like that...kehkeh. It's really only for people I want to see suffer.

[He glances pointedly down at Bakura.] Or for people who annoy me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Didn't you just now claim to be serious?...

[He sighs in irritation.]

Just don't take your annoyance out on my host. If you're going to inflict pain on this body, do it while I'm in control. Understand?

[obeytherod]

... [The look he shoots Bakura dares him to mention that hypocrisy again.]

I don't plan on doing anything to Ryou. He's annoying in a different way.

[Malik shifts a bit, eventually slipping off of Bakura so he can rest against his chest instead.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Looping an arm around Malik's shoulders, he grins a little.]

I guess that just makes me special, huh?

[obeytherod]

Tch, don't get so full of yourself. It doesn't matter what you are.

You're mine.

[fluffydeathdealer]

If it doesn't matter, then why claim me as yours? Heheh...

[obeytherod]

It doesn't matter because I've claimed you as mine!

[Malik reaches up, placing his hand over the Millennium Ring.] You were mine the day I placed my soul fragment inside of you, of course I had different intentions back then...