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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[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?

[obeytherod]

...Right. Let's sit down, then.

[He lingers a moment before he turns and heads for the couch they'd just been on a few minutes before. Taking a seat in his usual spot, he waits for Ryou to sit next to him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sinking down beside him, he fidgets nervously, leaning in towards Malik as if studying his face. A little smile twitches at the corner of his lips.]

Eheh. I could definitely find someone less nice-looking to experiment with, that's for sure.

[obeytherod]

...Thanks. [It was a compliment, right? He could appreciate that. Still, he tries to break the awkwardness by joking.] I think you already know how I feel about your looks.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Joking right back...]

It's hard not to, by now! If nothing else, it makes me feel appreciated.

[obeytherod]

... [But didn't Ryou just say he didn't like it when his body was used without his knowing? There's no way this boy felt "appreciated" knowing he used him.]

...Anyway. [Malik sits there, unmoving.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Hey, the way Malik apparently liked his body was sort of flattering?]

R...right...

[He's really regretting his suggestion already... But if Malik wants him to make the first move, he will. He leans forward and presses his lips to Malik's slowly, almost shyly.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik presses back against those lips, noting their familiarity, but also...the unfamiliarity in how they felt when Ryou was in control. For a moment he doesn't do anything, but soon enough he starts to cautiously move his lips against Ryou's.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[How strange... it felt almost pleasant. That soft warmth. The heat of Malik's breath. The tentative movements that came after that first moment. Not knowing much of what to do, he let Malik take the lead, mimicking his movements a little to see how it went.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik was used to casual kissing by now; he did it with Bakura enough. So once he stops concentrating on the fact this was Ryou, it's easy for him to relax and slip his hand onto the other's waist. Soon enough he goes a step farther, tilting his head so he can kiss Ryou more easily than before.

He enjoyed the sensation, and...it was interesting to feel that tentativeness in Ryou's movements. Bakura tended to be a bit more firm, if dominate in his actions.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He squeaks a little at the hand on his waist, but doesn't push it off. Just as long as Malik doesn't let it go further, he won't mind. It's not a bad thing to do, for a joke. It's almost comfortable, in a way.

...though he suspects this is one thing he won't be telling Henry about. He awkwardly settles his hands on Malik's shoulders, trying to get used to it.]

[obeytherod]

[Once he's done mentally comparing the two's kissing styles, Malik begins imagining the look of fury on Bakura's face once he tells him about how his little "prank" backfired.

As much as Malik was genuinely enjoying this kiss, he has to stop once he starts snickering too much to continue.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sitting back, he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, trying not to giggle.]

That weird, huh?

[obeytherod]

Actually, I was just imagining the look on Bakura's face...

Keh keh keh...

[He licks his lips now that it seems they won't get back to it.] That wasn't bad at all.

[fluffydeathdealer]

It wasn't...

[A serious nod, despite his surprise. For Malik to admit that was sort of embarassing, and it's more so for him to admit it.

...he wonders if it's just the kiss itself that felt good, or Malik? Hard to tell... he might have to experiment with this.]

He's going to be pissed.