[CAMPUS/IC]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

05/10/13 - A Soft Heart Breaking. (Date Mislabelled on actual thread)
05/10/13 - What Family's For
8/10/13 - Trespass of the Soul
13/10/13 - Fears of the Past
13/10/13 - The Great Evacuation
14/10/13 - A Beach Date! Jokes Spiralling Out of Control
31/10/13 - Questionable Intentions
03/11/13 - Secrets of the Mind]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

...? You sound tired. Maybe I shouldn't have pressured you to eat more after all.

[Surprisingly, he doesn't feel guilty at all about drugging him. Even though it was annoying, since they were in the middle of talking. Oh well.]

I'll ask you more about it later, then, when you're in the mood.

[obeytherod]

I'm not-- [Yaaawn] ...I didn't even eat that much.

[Ugh, he really was exhausted. Malik gave his eyes a rub, jokingly muttering.] What the hell did you put in that soup?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tofu, coriander, ginger, udon noodles, peas, edamame beans, asparagus... a few other things. Hopefully you're not allergic to anything in there.

[obeytherod]

I was joking. [He yawns again, head lolling slightly and his eyes dropping.]

Nn... [Even the table looks like a nice place to rest his head right now.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ehe... sorry. Maybe you should go lie down?

[Getting up, he offers a hand to Malik.]

[obeytherod]

I had things I needed to do...feh, what a pain.

[Malik slips off the chair, ignoring the hand and dragging his feet to the bedroom. He really looks like he might just pass out on the way there, but he manages to make it to the bed first, flopping with utter drug-induced exhaustion into it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

... [Well, better hide the evidence and leave him to it. Dissolving the remaining pills down the drain, he grabs some of his paints and drips a little over the box to hide the name, making it look accidental. Just in case Malik found the box somehow. Which would be hard, since he was just ripping it up and taking it out with him to drop somewhere else.

Sigh. Well, Malik needed to relax some, anyway.]

[stealshinies]

[The next day, the Thief King awaited Ryou's successful theft. He was in such a good mood, he just laid in his nest, picking his teeth with a chicken's bone as he waited. He could just go find the kid, but ehhh. He just ate. Why move?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He was tempted to just not go, but that was cowardly. If the guy was mad, he'd just have to deal with it.

...he could just knock on the door, but the guy was all NO POLITENESS EVER, so he just opened it and peered inside.]

Hello...?

[stealshinies]

H-hehe...didn't anybody ever teach you to knock?

[Bakura sat up, grinning and having obviously been expecting Ryou.]

What if I were a lunatic, who swung a sword at your neck at the first sign of intrusion?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[But you are a lunatic...]

But you're the one who told me not to be so polite!

[stealshinies]

Of course! Your politeness makes me sick!

[He took a finger, prodding the spot on his own neck that mirrored the cut he left on Ryou the other day.]

But until you're more experienced, don't just carelessly open doors.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Well, that was a lead-in if there was one. Steeling his nerves, he stayed there in the doorway and spoke firmly.]

That won't happen. You said that this would stop if I didn't bring the Rod. So I came to let you know.

[stealshinies]

[He blinked, eyes now darting to inspect Ryou's person before settlign on his face again in a leer.]

You didn't get it? [His voice grew louder.] How could you possibly fail, it was so easy!

[fluffydeathdealer]

You're right. It was. I could have taken it easily. He'd never have suspected a thing.

[Don't flinch, don't flinch, don't flinch...]

But I couldn't do that to him. He's an asshole, but he's my friend.

[stealshinies]

Grhh...and how do you expect to darken your soul if you can't betray your friends?! That's the fastest way to it!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Fastest... but that meant that it wasn't the only way.]

I won't do that to them. [Without them... he's nothing.] I don't care about other people, but the people close to me are important to me.

[stealshinies]

That wasn't a part of our agreement, you little shit! I said you wouldn't have to harm them, theft was never taken out of the deal!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That was right, wasn't it?]

...sorry.

[He really is, too. He'd been so close to going through with it.]

But Malik-kun was being so nice, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even though it might have been the answer to my problems.

[stealshinies]

Tch! [He threw the bone he'd been picking his teeth with at Ryou's face.]

I should kill you for your insolence! But instead...h-hehe...! I'll make you do something else. You broke our agreement--now it's my turn.

[fluffydeathdealer]

E-eh...? [He was too startled by the words to even react to the bone. Didn't the guy say it was over if he failed? Why was he expecting him to agree to do something worse?]

What are you talking about?

[stealshinies]

It's only fair, isn't it...? [He climbed to his feet, making his way over to Ryou with a grin.]

Failure meant I'd end our lessons. But this is far worse than failure--it's betrayal! [He grabbed Ryou's neck, running his fingers harshly against that wound.]

So you'll need to make it up to me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ow-! [He yelped, his body tensing as pain sparked from the rough touch. What was this guy thinking-?! He was going to reopen it if he kept doing that! It wasn't like it was a healed wound, after all. It had only been a day.

And having that guy's fingers anywhere near his throat was frankly terrifying.]

Nn... what do you want...?

[stealshinies]

I want you to hurt one of your friends. An eye for an eye, Ryou Bakura!

[Chuckling, Bakura leaned in, running his tongue over that wound.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

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-?!]