fluffydeathdealer | [CAMPUS/IC]

...here. It'll be easier if it comes out all at once.

[Leaning over, he grasps the staple firmly between his fingers, tugging it out in one smooth - if deliberately wrong-angled - move, and pressing the glass there to make sure it doesn't drip onto the bed. Good... there was plenty of skin taken off with it. Along with some fabric.]

Sorry... I'll sew up your jeans for you later.

Aaughh! [The staple coming out hurt ten times more than it had going in, and Malik almost knocked the glass clean out of Ryou's hand when he suddenly jerked his leg away, body tense and trembling as it dealt with the rush of pain and adrenaline.]

Xara! ...Ghhh, uhh...xaraaa... You bastard... I'll make you pay for this later.

[His leg twitched occasionally at particular powerful spurts of pain, but other than that Malik simply cursed and groaned, watching his blood run down the side of the glass and pool at the bottom.]

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Sorry... [Man, that was close. He waited as long as he dared, staring at the reddening glass.]

That should be long enough... Hold on.

[Grasping the first aid kit, he cleared his throat awkwardly.]

I'm gonna need you to take off your pants so I can bandage you up... unless you wanted to do it yourself?

I've had about all I can stand of you. [Malik bitterly mumbled as he grabbed the first aid kid, turning to glare halfheartedly at Ryou. The boy may have been trying to help him, but this was still his fault. He just wanted him out of his face right now.]

I'll take care of myself!

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Right... Sorry. I'll go get rid of this and leave you alone, okay?

[Taking the glass and the staple with him, he slipped out of the room. Jeez, Malik hadn't been this mad at him since he'd punched him in the face a couple of weeks ago.

Well, at least he had his excuse for disappearing. Scraping the flesh from the staple into a sandwich bag, he fastened it up and tossed the staple out. Well. Best get this blood to that guy before it started coagulating or anything.]

[Malik didn't care to answer Ryou, and simply started to remove his pants so he could tend to his own wound. He'd learned enough of the basics through the directions Lisa had given him regarding Bakura's care to know how to tend to a simple thing like this.]

[And Bakura was still in his dorm. Today really was a lazy day for him.

At least he'd moved from his nest to the coffee table where he sat carving crude pictures into it with his knife.]

[He was tempted to just disregard the instructions, but... Sighing, he remembered his last lecture and knocked on the door.]

Excuse me?

What are you knocking for?! [Bakura's voice was laced with genuine irritation. It's not like he was busy. All that knock managed to do was make him fuck up his drawing.] Just come in!

But you told me to knock in future!

[Gaaaaaah, this guy! He was pissed off, to say the least. Opening the door, he crossed over to the coffee table and set the glass of blood and the small bag down.]

Here's your blood.

[...what the hell was the guy doing to the poor table?]

Yeah, well it annoyed me, so don't do it unless I tell you to!

[His irritation seemed to melt away in an instant at the sight of that blood and baggy.]

Ohh... You did it! Well, well, I didn't think you had it in you~ [He reached over, grabbing the baggy first and inspecting the bit of flesh inside. Dark skin...then it definitely wasn't his Ba's.]

But knocking is how you know I'm there, so how can you tell me?

[That jerk... He sighed, stepping back. What was this guy thinking? Like he'd have let his friends die.]

Given the incentive, it wasn't like I had a choice.

[You'll just have to figure that out on your own Ryou, because he's already moving on and dunking his fingers into the blood. He tilted the cup so as sure to soak them before bringing them to his lips and trailing his tongue over them.

The blood had a different taste to it. Sweeter, almost.]

You've passed. Now, [he licked his lips, smudging blood across them,] maybe you've learned your lesson, and won't try to betray me again! H-heh heh heh...you're lucky I let you off at all.

[Gesturing for Ryou to come over with that bloodied hand of his, he barked an order.] Now come here!

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[Ugh. Gross. Not that he hadn't had blood all over himself before, but licking it was... just disgusting. Trying to hide his disgust behind polite indifference, he came a little closer. That jerk... like he'd done it out of a sense of trying to betray anyone. But it was no good trying to explain himself further. He didn't dare come too close, after last time.]

U-un. What is it?

[Bakura kept his hand out, gesturing still for Ryou to come closer. Despite the softness of his gesture, his words were startlingly loud.]

You're not close enough!

[Wincing, he agreeably approached. This guy was a walking paradox...]

Right... Will you tell me what you want now?

[His hand remained where it was, fingers stretched out towards Ryou's face.]

I want you to taste it, h-heh...

...

[What.]

Not in a million years.

What? Come on! [He urged, leaning forward over the table.] It's your friend's, isn't it?! You shouldn't let it go to waste.

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No! That's absolutely disgusting! I'd never do something like that! [This guy was so messed up...]

Hm? [He frowned lightly, nonchalantly shrugging as he looks back down at the glass of blood.]

If you insist. [Bakura looked like he was about to let it go when he suddenly thrust the cup towards Ryou, splashing blood all over him.]

Eh-?! [Ryou recoiled in surprise as the cooled blood hit his face, falling over on his backside. What the fuck was he- oh god it was everywhere! He could taste it! He spluttered, staring wide-eyed at the older man.]

Gh... W-what the hell was that for?!

[Bakura let out a loud, sudden laugh, curling up against the table and smacking his hand against it as if this were the funniest damn thing he's ever seen.]

T-that--h-heheh--'s a good look for you, Ba! Gyahaha!

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Y-you...! [He tried to wipe the blood off thoughtlessly, but stopped as the realization hit him that he was just staining his clothes with it. How the hell was he going to explain this if anyone saw him?! "Oh, I decided to audition for the role of Carrie in the school's Christmas Play"? And on top of that, this was Malik's blood... ugh, this guy! Was there no low he wouldn't stoop to?!]

Like hell it does! I probably look like a murder victim.

[His skin was already pale enough that the red would have made it look lifeless.]

[Bakura's laughter stopped abruptly, and the older, darker man leaned forward so his hushed voice could be heard. That malevolent grin never left.]

Don't you mean...a murderer?

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