fluffydeathdealer | [CAMPUS/IC]

E-eh- w-w-what are you doing-?!

[He squirmed, trying to jerk away. It was a weird feeling, and disturbingly intimate. The sting of that rough tongue rubbing against the edges of the knife wound sent ripples of pain through his throat. He couldn't breathe for a second or two, the breath seeming to be obstructed and caught in his tightened throat. The weirdest part was that the pain wasn't exactly terrible. His face felt like it was burning. How chilling... why was it feeling pleasant, too? It was almost enough to distract him from the words.

Hurt one of his friends...? He wanted him to do something like that-?!]

Edited 2013-11-09 01:30 (UTC)

Tasting you...

[Bakura briefly reveled in his Ba's squirming and hitched breath, tasting the blood carefully on his tongue before pulling back and licking his lips like a hungry, wild animal.]

I want you to hurt one of your friends, and as proof, I want you to bring me back a cup of their blood and a slice of flesh! GYAHAHAHA! [It was all he could take, not to claw at that wound on the boy's neck, make it bleed, and taste it as he squirmed.]

I know what your blood tastes like, Ba, you can't fool me now!

[WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?!]

R-right! A-a-and if I don't-?

[He didn't want to know, not really. His face was on fire and he brought a hand up to cover the wound without thinking.]

[He leaned in, whispering darkly against Ryou's ear.] I'll kill your friend in front of you...

[Ryou's mind went white at those words. Kill one of his friends? Even if they came back, they'd suffer terribly under this guy's hands. Despite his terror, there was a surge of rage underneath. That jerk...! No, that wasn't strong enough.]

Bastard... [The word was growled out despite the fear that laced every cell in his body. It came out harsher than he expected, and for a moment he had the oddest thought of was that the spirit? before realizing it was his voice. That was right... he couldn't blame everything on the spirit. This was his anger, rarely rising as it was.]

I get the picture.

[An earnest whisper came, unfitting that harsh demeanor.] Such anger...I'm proud of you, Ba.

[He stepped back, then casually walked back over to his nest to take a seat. Sitting there he pulled out a handful of bear teeth, holes dug into each one from when he'd started, and forgotten to finish, making a necklace.]

Go on, then! Your time limit isn't as generous as before--I want to see your work by tonight!

Edited 2013-11-09 01:49 (UTC)

[Proud of him...? What a stupid thought. If he'd grabbed for the spirit's knife and plunged it into this guy's throat, would he still be proud of him?! No, that was a foolish thought. This guy had years of training on him and even if he'd been close enough to try it, he'd have been stopped in a heartbeat. On top of that, even if he was threatening his friends, killing someone via self-sacrifice - like he'd tried to do in the game of darkness - wasn't the same as killing someone with your own hands. He'd never bring himself to do it.

His legs felt shaky, and it was all he could do not to just sink to his knees. Hurt one of his friends, or watch them die horribly... the choice was obvious. Without a word, he turned his back on the thief and left the room. It was sometimes days between the times he saw his friends. But he didn't have days.

It would have to be Malik. He was the only one that was consistently there.

Dammit... He'd have to make it up to Malik. Shower him with kindness for a while.]

[When Ryou got back, Malik was on "break" from practice, fiddling with their Monster World set and putting the various pieces into arbitrary places. Since they'd moved to a new apartment he hadn't actually put the thing properly back together.]

Hey, Malik-kun!

[First thing was first. He needed to cover up the wound to his neck again. Explaining this would be a pain.]

Can you help me out in a minute or two? I wanted to get the bed sorted out properly, but I can't do it by myself.

[Just going to head into the bathroom, trying not to draw attention to himself.]

Hey. [He blinked, looking up from the set. Ryou's sudden request and even more sudden departure threw him off, and he just sat there a moment before calling back.]

Yeah, sure. I already hit my head on the stupid thing once today...

Edited 2013-11-09 03:03 (UTC)

Sorry, if it's sudden! I've been meaning to ask since we moved, but I keep forgetting. Maybe I should start writing lists of things to do.

[Washing out the wound stung, but it felt a lot better once he'd finished, sterilized it and bandaged it up. Ugh, he couldn't believe that guy... What a creeper. When he came out, he quickly disappeared into the bedroom to change his shirt for one with a higher collar, to hide it. It wouldn't last long, but he didn't feel like explaining.

Once that was done, he reappeared in the living room.]

Need help setting that up?

If you're that forgetful, it might be a good idea.

[His tone was lightly teasing, even distracted as he continued to fiddle with his pieces.]

No. If you help, you'll know what I'm planning. I'm the Dark Master, remember? You're just a lowly adventurer, you aren't allowed to know my plans~

Edited 2013-11-09 03:38 (UTC)

Hehe. I understand! I'd never let anyone know my plans when I was the Dark Master either.

[He grinned a little, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.]

[Finishing up what he was doing, Malik pushed his chair back and climbed to his feet. He brushed his hands off casually, as if he'd really accomplished some great feat.]

I'm done. Let's go fix up the bed.

Un. We might as well get it over with. I'm not as tall as you and I still keep hitting my head... Maybe that's why I keep forgetting things.

[It was a lame joke, but hell... he was in a pretty low mood. This was such a shitty thing to do. Rifling through his things, he retrieved the staple gun, and headed into the bedroom.]

Excuses, excuses... [He lightly mumbled in good humour as he followed Ryou. Of course as soon as he saw that staple gun his mood dropped, expression growing tense.

He did not trust Ryou with that gun. And wait, didn't he hide it in the night table before they moved?! That fool must have snuck it back out when he wasn't looking...]

Be careful with that thing.

If you've got a better way to put it up, I'd hear it. I don't think you'd trust me with a hammer and nails, either, right? At least this is faster. Just please hold up the corners, and I'll do my best not to hit you.

Besides, if you're worried, you can try it yourself.

[He could always make him slip up and shoot himself in the hand.]

Feh...no, I don't trust you with anything like that.

[Malik eyed the gun thoughtfully at that offer. He...didn't really want to use it himself, but at least then he'd feel safer.

So, making his decision, he held a hand out for the device.]

You know what? I think I will use it.

Here. [He handed it over with a little trepidation. He knew Malik was coordinated, but did he really trust him with sharp objects near his hands? Oh well. Climbing onto the bed, he dutifully holds the stuff in place for Malik.]

This do?

Yeah, just don't move...

[Malik gripped the staple gun tightly in both hands, pressing it up against the first corner. He hesitated a moment before pulling the trigger, the loud THUNK of the staple going in making him start.]

Ah! [He forgot how loud this thing was! But, okay...it wasn't so bad. The thing barely even had any recoil, it was all bark and no bite. On to the next section, then...]

[Hm... with Malik holding it with both hands, that wasn't going to be useful. It wasn't like it was hard to use it with one hand, despite its size. He'd have to improvise. For now, he just moves as bidden, holding the fabric up and trying not to flinch at the sounds.]

It's not so bad, is it?

It's kind of fun, keh keh...

[He's going a bit faster now, but not so much so that he's endangering Ryou in any way. If anything, his "faster" is "normal speed".

After a couple minutes they're finished, and Malik's staple-free as he lowers his arms, staple gun still held fast between his hands.]

Phew... it's kind of unnerving being on the other end of this thing.

[Hopping down off the bed, he reached out to tug the staple gun from Malik's hands. With the other boy still holding onto it, it wasn't too hard to fumble it and put pressure on the trigger in just the wrong position...

THUNK-!

...or the right one, in this case.]

...eh?!

Hey, be--gaauuh!

[Malik knocked Ryou back and himself as well, curling up onto his side as he cringed at the stable that was now imbedded through the fabric of his jeans into his leg.

He kept hissing out the same word in between the occasional nonsenses sounds of pain.]

Xara xara xaraaaa...Aahhaa... [As much as it hurt, it did start to dull down after a minute. But even then there was an intense throb rippling out from the puncture wound, and his leg felt strangely hot.

At the very least it didn't seem to be bleeding much, if at all.]

M-Malik-kun! Calm down! I've stapled myself before, I can take the staple out.

[Pinning Malik's legs, he took a look at how bad it was. He couldn't see the actual wound, but it looked like it would be difficult to take it out carefully.]

Are you okay with me taking it out? It'll just hurt a little.

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