Duel 002: Peaceful Days! The Fluffiest Training Montage Commences

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's a bit of a pain, being in a school with no teachers.

Ryou Bakura isn't the type of kid who really likes being too active; he's about on the level of most ordinary teenagers. But after being laid up for so long with the burns to his arms and leg, not only is he extremely restless, but he's sure even his metabolism won't hold up much longer, with the amount he eats. That's why, after checking to see that Henry isn't home to take him up on that training offer, he's decided to try treating this like school and taking an hour or so to do his very own gym class, all by himself. It'd be easier with teachers, but... he doesn't have a choice right now.

Most kids probably would just take the break and be lazy, but right now, Ryou's working hard. Apart from the occasional break, he can be found pretty easily in the east wing, dressed in gym clothes and doing everything from running laps on the track field to climbing ropes.

...though that last one is more like 'falling off ropes'. Stupid mats... they don't cushion that fall at all. Hopefully nobody's dumb enough to stand below him.]

Ow...

[Time for a banana and some water, he thinks.]

Ah, I'm so tired...

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[obeytherod]

[I never said anything like that!

Well, maybe he did. Malik didn't remember, and he was too annoyed at Bakura right now to bother asking. He pulls the Ring over his neck and, taking a tip from Ryou's book, stomps over to the fridge. Thrusting the Ring inside, he slams the door shut.

With that dealt with, he turns his sights towards the bathroom.]

That's right, Ryou! It was the other you, so don't go thinking any of that was me!

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sure you did. Heh heh... so I need to remind you- HEY DON'T YOU DARE-

...

Fuck.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Aha... hah... Are you sure you're not just covering up your regrets?

[Ryou jokes nervously from the bathroom, spending an irrationally long time cleaning out his mouth. No traces of Malik here now, no sir...]

[obeytherod]

Yes I'm sure! [He flusters, stepping out into the small hallway that lead to the bathroom.] Why would you even say that?! You saw the Ring, didn't you?

[His voice calms a bit, sounding almost pleased with himself.] Kehkeh...I just put him in the fridge, by the way.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh good! That should cool him off.

[Sounding a little malevolent, he finally finishes washing his mouth out and comes out of the bathroom.]

I saw it. And the way your hair spiked was kind of suspicious too. But I don't know.

Does it matter? It was still your body.

[obeytherod]

[Keh keh keh... Malik will just silently enjoy that pun.

Too bad Ryou has to sour his mood again with that.]

What do you mean? Of course it matters. I didn't do it, even it it was my body!

[It's not as if it was the other him either.] Bakura kisses nothing like me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I don't know what either of you kiss like. But it was still your body.

[NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS, MALIK.]

...

I don't know what anyone kisses like, except apparently him now.

[BRB RETREATING INTO BATHROOM OUT OF EMBARASSMENT.]

[obeytherod]

So?! It was my body, but it still wasn't me!

[Hey wait, get back here--!

Malik's just going to stand right outside the door now, hands on his hips as he tries to bore a hole through the wood with his eyes.]

Keh keh, but that must be weird for you...kissing the Spirit of the Ring that normally inhabits your body.

...Ugh. [He expression sours suddenly as he realizes something.] Don't tell me that was your first kiss.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...do you want me to lie?

[Uwah, he can't believe it... Neither Malik or the Spirit of the Ring shouldn't be the first person he'd kissed like that.]

Of course it's weird! I don't want that guy's hands on my body!

[obeytherod]

Even if I did, it's too late now. That question is enough of an answer.

[He sighs, leaning back against the wall adjacent to the bathroom.]

He was just doing it to get to me, I'm sure.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Un... I realized that it wasn't you when you woke up. Sorry. I should have kicked you off or something. But I didn't know how to react to something like that.

[Ryou's voice is a little shy.]

[obeytherod]

It's fine. [He drones.] I'm not blaming you, anyway. Unless you think my sticking the Ring in the fridge is meant to be a punishment.

Tch...but now...

[Now he feels weird. Was this how Ryou felt that time he'd woken up after he and Bakura...?

That had been out of spite as well. What was his feeling...? Empathy?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eheh... it's not a punishment for me, that's for sure. Though he's sure to be angry. He's been in there most of the day before you took him out, after all.

But it seems I have just enough of a malevolent streak not to mind.

[Hm... that's a worrying thought. Opening the bathroom door, he peeks out, his face still red.]

'Now'?

[obeytherod]

[Ryou? With a "malevolent streak"? He didn't know such a thing was possible.

When the door creeks open he looks up, a frown pursed on his lips.]

I just don't like the fact he did something like that with my body.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Now, now... you understand how it feels now, right?

[He reaches out to pat Malik on the shoulder, soothingly.]

You could always try to make him jealous and pretend you liked it.

[obeytherod]

...Don't say that. [He might start to feel guilty.

Malik glances at that hand, looking caught between allowing the action, and slapping it away. He settles somewhere in the middle by shrugging it off.

He's pretty sure Bakura wouldn't buy him "pretending to like it" either.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? What? It's simple, Malik-kun!

When he comes back, just be all "I decided to try it for myself, since Ryou thought I had a thing for him. I should thank you! It was fun~" and watch him lose it.

I'd even let you do it for real, since he'd probably check my memories.

[obeytherod]

[Malik had been more referring to the whole "empathizing" bit, but he's more than happy to let that get brushed under the rug.

...Even if it is by a really awkward suggestion.]

Oy, Ryou...why would you suggest that if you found it so unpleasant? [He's clearly weirded out by that, but even then Malik's starting to smirk as everything comes together. He can see it now...]

But you know...that's starting to sound like a pretty good idea. Keh keh...I didn't know you were like that. Maybe I was wrong about you...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehe... I like playing tricks on people too, you know? Even if I don't do it a lot. However innocent you might think me, I was the one that made up a lot of the decks the other me uses.

[Yes, Malik. This sweetly smiling boy made the mass of traps and effects that Bakura was so fond of. Think on that for the moment...]

Besides... I don't have anything against you. Or your body. I just don't like not having control of mine, you know?

[But was Malik really considering it?]

I don't mind, if it's just to bother him more.

[obeytherod]

...

[Malik just...stares for a moment, speechless.

Really? Ryou was really like that?! It was shocking. He'd always thought Ryou was just this quiet...inoffensive doormat. It was that persona that infuriated him...he hated the idea of just letting people walk all over you! It was that sort of bowing of the head, that submission...that let the Tombkeepers keep going in the first place.]

Ryou...while we're at it. Let's go all the way. [He clenches his fist with a devious little smile.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh?! What are you saying, Malik-kun?!

[Ryou just stares at him, beet red.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik just blinks, not getting it. He still looks smug as ever despite that.]

I mean, besides the kiss...why should we stop there? We could do a little redecorating while he's locked up.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...o-oh. If that's what you mean, then that's fine! I'm sure there's a lot of ways to make him mad by changing things around here.

[obeytherod]

I'll have to think of something... [He taps his Rod thoughtfully, looking off down the hall.]

But...first things first. [Malik glances back over, but...he's a little nervous. Ryou wasn't Bakura, after all, even if it was the same body...

Was he really going to be petty enough to kiss Ryou for revenge?

Hell yes he was.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Ryou links his hands behind his back, awkwardly.]

Should we at least get comfortable? It should at least look real, right?