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...

Comments

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

But you are gay, right?

[obeytherod]

What? No! Why was Bakura surprised too...?

I like women.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...but you kiss men. And, uh.

[No, not commenting on his looks. Pot, kettle, etc.]

I dunno, I just somehow... thought you were the type to stick to one gender. Sorry.

[obeytherod]

[Malik waves a hand, dismissing the matter. It didn't really bother him either way.]

It's fine. Anyway...I had a better idea! [And if that grin has anything to say about it...it's an awful one!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That grin sends a chill down his spine and he smiles.]

...eh? What is it?

[obeytherod]

He didn't seem so keen on getting a haircut the last time I mentioned it...keh keh keh.

[Malik pulls out the Rod and unsheathes the blade beneath.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

[Nope, backing up to the fridge right now.]

Put that away, Malik-kun! I'll let him out if you try it!

[obeytherod]

Oh come on! [He exasperates, dropping the Rod back to his side and rolling his eyes.]

Not you too! Think of how mad he'll be...it'll be funny.

1/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[NOPE, OPENING THE FRIDGE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.]

2/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Ryou had forgotten something. Bakura could hear them from inside the Ring. Or at least him. That's why the control is immediate.]

...what? Malik... Are you really that much of a fool?

[brb hopping the counter to get a little closer.]

Ma~ri~ku-kun?

[obeytherod]

Ugh...

[Malik's not intimidated, and he's really not even noticing the threat as he simply sheathes the Rod and hooks it back on his belt.

At worst, he's looking mildly irritated by having his fun cut short. Unlike Bakura's hair.]

You two make a good pair.

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[A hand closes on the Rod as he approaches.]

Did you know, I once stole a man's soul and made him my toy for threatening my host's hair? Ma~ri~ku-kun~?

[His lips twitch into a smile as in one smooth movement, he tugs the Rod from Malik's belt.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Your punishment is this!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Shoving the Rod into the coldest part of the freezer, nestled in amongst the ice-]

GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Suffer in despair, traitor!

[SLAM! And just to make sure the soul fragment can't muster the strength, he's going to use some cutlery to jam the handle. And also pull the table in front of it.

Just for now.]

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Heheheheheheheheheh... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

1/?

[obeytherod]

[Those words...Malik realizes their implications a moment too late. His hand bolts for the Rod, but it's already lost contact with his body

He crumples to the floor at Bakura's feet.]

2/3

[obeytherod]

[Meanwhile the Rod is practically screaming in Bakura's head, mirroring the lines that had been shouted at him not too long ago for a similar punishment.]

DON'T YOU DARE--!

[A door slams, and then there's silence...]

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[obeytherod]

[...At least, until the soul fragment in Malik's body comes to life, shakily bringing himself back to his feet and settling Bakura with a tired glower.]

You're so petty.

[fluffydeathdealer]

What part of 'vengeful evil spirit' did I forget to tell you?

[He looks over his shoulder at him with a cold smile.]

Keep your cool, Malik... you deserved that. If you'd actually managed it I'd have just made sure that blade of yours found a nice new home...

In your hand.

[obeytherod]

Shut up. [It was too tiresome to control his body like this.]

Just open the damn freezer.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I refuse.

[The answer is immediate and cold.]

You can stay there until I feel you've learnt your lesson.

[obeytherod]

Keh keh... [A small smile curves up along his lips.]

I won't. It's just a waste of your time.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then you're going to be sleeping alone in the cold and darkness tonight, it seems.

If you won't learn your lesson, I'll let you out tomorrow... I'll have to. We've stored too much food in there to just leave the door locked forever. But I don't feel inclined to allow such a brat out just yet.

[obeytherod]

"Sleeping along in the cold and darkness"...do you think that's anything new for me? It's an unpleasant reminder at best.

[Malik deliberates a moment, allowing his eyes to sink closed. He wouldn't be able to be in control much longer, so if he was going to get the rest of his soul out of there he needed to think of something soon.]

It's too bad...I had planned to repay you for our fun on the top bed.

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's fine! It's meant to be punishment, not torture. If I was going to torture you, I'd just move out.

[His voice is entirely casual.]

But I think that would break our oath, so I won't go that far.

[At those other words, though... his eyes narrow suspiciously.]

And then you stab me in the side once you're out, right?

[obeytherod]

[He'd be glad to hear Bakura was at least restraining himself that much if he weren't already livid at him right now.

Malik ends up shrugging, reeling the metaphorical line in a little closer.]

You know I'm not that direct... You'll just have to take your chances. Maybe I'm being honest...maybe not! Maybe my revenge will come a few days, weeks, or months from now.

Is it worth the risk?