[Bakura isn't as easily trusting as he might appear. Seven days had passed since Malik had so insolently demanded his knife, but his tension hadn't lowered. That knife was his precious treasure, after all. And worse, for Malik to try to tamper with it was not only both an insult to himself, but also a statement of control that he disliked immensely. That was why he had set up a little, simple trick he was sure Malik wouldn't notice. It was an old trick, but one that was likely not so well known to Malik.
Underneath the drawer where the knife was hidden was a carefully wedged fragment of paper, that had been jammed in such a way that if the drawer was opened, it would fall. It was so small that it would be easily missed, underneath the drawer as it was. Even if it was picked up and thrown away, the absence of it would be a clue. That's why, after taking control of his host, his first move was to go to retrieve the knife... and check underneath it.
His eyes narrowed as his fingers found the paper missing, and he quickly checked under the dresser to see where it had fallen. Not far. Whoever had opened the drawer hadn't been too careful, even if they'd put the knife back exactly as it was. Holding it in his hand, he eyed it thoughtfully, closing his eyes to feel it out.
There was nowhere for it to hide. No darkness to conceal it in. While he would not have noticed it without the clue to prod him to check, it was obvious that it was there. His hand curls over the hilt of the blade. Malik...
That brat.
Carrying the blade in one hand, he headed for the kitchen, looking for something breakable. It was time to teach him a lesson.]
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Underneath the drawer where the knife was hidden was a carefully wedged fragment of paper, that had been jammed in such a way that if the drawer was opened, it would fall. It was so small that it would be easily missed, underneath the drawer as it was. Even if it was picked up and thrown away, the absence of it would be a clue. That's why, after taking control of his host, his first move was to go to retrieve the knife... and check underneath it.
His eyes narrowed as his fingers found the paper missing, and he quickly checked under the dresser to see where it had fallen. Not far. Whoever had opened the drawer hadn't been too careful, even if they'd put the knife back exactly as it was. Holding it in his hand, he eyed it thoughtfully, closing his eyes to feel it out.
There was nowhere for it to hide. No darkness to conceal it in. While he would not have noticed it without the clue to prod him to check, it was obvious that it was there. His hand curls over the hilt of the blade. Malik...
That brat.
Carrying the blade in one hand, he headed for the kitchen, looking for something breakable. It was time to teach him a lesson.]