Effect Room: Amnesia

[stealshinies]

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[obeytherod]

...Seriously? I don't feel embarrassed.

[He folds his arms and shrugs. If Bakura wants honesty, he'll get it.]

I find it kind of weird. You're not really my type...but I do feel comfortable with you. I think I just need some time. If we were really that close, I'm sure it'll come back to me. I really do want to remember everything, the good and the bad.

There must have been a reason for our closeness...I just haven't found it yet.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Only because you don't feel connected to what we're talking about, right? It's like you're talking about a stranger.

[Bakura knows the feeling. Any knowledge of the self imparted by others... felt like a story being told about a stranger. It could be anyone.

That's why he hasn't looked into the memories of his past self. They won't feel real to him without the experience of them.

Knowing that Malik doesn't remember his feelings for him hurts like hell, but it's easily repressed. After all, Malik didn't remember a lot of things. It would come back... he hoped.]

I'm not offended. You've told me before that you tend to prefer women, and not ones with my type of appearance. If it takes time for you to remember those reasons, that's fine. I've got endless time.

[obeytherod]

...Right.

[That's exactly what it felt like. Malik didn't need to say anything else when it was so clear that Bakura understood.]

That's right, I grew up around Egyptians. It makes sense that I'd prefer that kind of appearance. And liking girls is only natural, right?

But I'm not opposed to the idea of men either. Or white skin. I can see the charm in it.

[Malik reaches out to touch the Ring with a finger.] Too bad it doesn't wear gold as well.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura doesn't stop him. If he wants to touch it, he can. Despite his possessive attitude, little of his is truly off-limits. At least not to his partner. The Ring resonates at the touch, chiming slowly.]

Of course it's natural.

[The Ring's chimes echo.]

Even so, you were always awkward about that sort of thing.

[It feels warm to the touch; like it's been left out in the sun. A side-effect of the energy churning within it right now.]

And... heh. You've said that before. Believe me, I know. But this body is confortable, even if it's lacking in other charms.

[obeytherod]

[Malike goes quiet as he touches the Ring, something stirring within him. Another memory... Although it was unclear, more of a relation than an actual event.

Bakura...is the Millennium Ring. Or rather, he was inside it.

What kind of thought was that? Surely he has to be misremembering, but he was so sure. His eyes trail back up to Bakura, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hm? What is it?

[Bakura looks surprised. Just what is Malik remembering right now? If it's related to the Ring, it's probably something troublesome to explain.]

[obeytherod]

[He draws his hand back, looking down at it as if he'd just touched something untouchable.]

You're...a spirit?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[His hand lifts to rest against the Ring.]

Heh... I guess it had to come out some time.

[obeytherod]

... [Clearly unsure of how he feels about that, Malik turns back to his koshary.]

I wish I would just...remember already.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[They both do. But at least Malik's memories have a shot at coming back.]

Just be patient. They'll come back.

[obeytherod]

[Finishing off all his food except a little intentionally left at the bottom of his bowl, he looks to Bakura.]

Is it okay if I sleep for a little while? [He was feeling overwhelmed. Maybe his dreams would sort some things out for him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura nods, amused. Like he has to ask... Heh. Malik's kind of cute, like this.]

Feel free. I'll make sure you're not disturbed.

[obeytherod]

[Nodding a thank you, he rises to his feet and heads over to the bedroom in silence. The first thing that strikes him as odd is the way the beds are pushed together, with both pillows copying that aesthetic. It's not as if the beds couldn't separate, so why put them so close together?

Maybe he slept on the top bunk?

Malik looks up, but they're no sheets up there at all, so he guesses not and just climbs into the bottom one, careful to only take up one side of the bed. He even moves the pillow further away, separating them and giving himself at least some semblance of personal space.

Curling up in the sheets and closing his eyes, Malik tries to sleep, but sleep refuses to come. Twenty minutes feels like hours. Something was missing as he laid there, arms wrapped up against his pillow.

"Warmth" was his mind's automatic answer, but he was plenty warm already. Finally, after restlessly tossing and turning, Malik admits defeat and comes back out into the living room. His hair's disheveled now even as he runs his fingers through it, and he looks tired and distraught as he takes a seat on the couch.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hm? [Bakura looks up from his book as the man reenters the room. Malik looked like hell warmed over after his failed efforts at sleeping. It was a little worrying. Setting it aside, he watches as Malik takes a seat beside him again and wonders what's wrong. Most likely, he guesses, Malik is feeling too stressed out to sleep. He wouldn't blame him.]

Who won the fight?

[obeytherod]

[He looks up and over with a distinctly not amused expression.]

I couldn't sleep.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...ah. [Thinking about it...] It's probably because you're sleeping alone. You almost never do that recently. Ryou or I are usually always with you.

[obeytherod]

...Is that why the beds are pushed together?

[He supposes that makes sense, but--wait.] Who's Ryou?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...among other reasons, yeah. It's a comfort thing that started because you used to have some pretty bad nightmares.

[A slight pause. He can't exactly explain...]

Ryou's your other friend, other than Harriet. He's actually the one that started the sleeping thing. I wasn't around, and you were kind of freaking out in your sleep, so he went in to calm you and you wouldn't let him leave. It was kind of adorable.

[obeytherod]

Ah...I see. [Malik accepts that readily enough. Based on what little he remembers, the idea of having nightmares doesn't surprise him.]

I should see both of them sometime--[yaaaawn]--maybe it'll help jog my memory.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'll call over to the Rose dorm in the morning and see if I can catch her. But in the meantime... [Getting up off the couch, he looks over at the teenager still sitting there.]

You should really get some sleep. Come on.

[obeytherod]

[Malik looks up, but doesn't move as he looks puzzled.]

...? Where are you going?

[fluffydeathdealer]

To test out a theory. [He jerks his head towards the bedroom, carelessly. Honestly... You're as naive as ever.]

You said you felt at ease around me. Maybe I'll be able to help you sleep.

[obeytherod]

[He grimaces slightly, looking away.]

I don't know if I'll feel at ease like that.

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? Are you afraid I'll try to feel you up? [Resting one hand on his hip, he gestures extravagantly.]

I'm not trying to screw you, but it seems you don't quite get that yet. Sex was never centric in our relationship, Malik. It was a fun byproduct, but it isn't something that rules our lives. We didn't even do it very often.

[The smile on his face is almost taunting.]

But if it makes you feel better, I don't mind sleeping in my clothes. And if you're unable to get comfortable in ten minutes, I'll leave you alone. That should be enough time for you to decide if it's helpful or not.

[obeytherod]

...I wasn't--

[Malik's jaw drops and his shoulders slouch dramatically. He's speechless as Bakura speaks, staring wide-eyed like a frightened cat. Finally once the other man has finished, he blurts out his feelings on the matter:]

We've what?!

[Not once had he reached the conclusion that they'd done anything like that. He had been suspicious of Bakura trying to get a little too touchy, but nothing that extreme!]

I'm not sleeping anywhere near you! [He had sex with this guy?! How did that even work?!]