[[ Forward-dated to tomorrow. :c
Warnings; M/M, bloodplay, etc. ]]Malik knew the Bakuras locked their front door, but he also knew how to pick it by now. He'd seen the Thief King do it often enough, when he'd been too drunk to bother digging for his keys. It really did say something that it was easier and more natural for Bakura to break in than
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"B-but...I should go...I really should be in school right now and...I don't want to interrupt and..." Gods, she didn't know what to say to get out of this situation. It wasn't as though she thought Malik would hurt her, but she had never intended to be this close to a fist fight between the two of them and obviously had been feeling out of place since they first started making out. Her heart was pacing, pumping fast enough that she ( ... )
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She looked from Malik to Bakura and back to Malik. "W-why did you hurt him? I could heal him if I had my staff..."
[Tag, Malik!]
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"But truly, would you?" He walked away from her, picked up her staff, and came back. He was confident that she was too frightened to try anything on him (he recognized near panic when he saw it and it wouldn't be hard to send her over that edge), and besides, if he felt in danger he could use the Rod. "Heal him, then~"
[Tag, Mana!]
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She stared at her staff, her heart dropping a bit in her chest to see it covered in blood. She held it though, the blood transferring over to her own hands. It was an awkward feeling, one that made her stomach turn. She didn't like it at all.
Mana focused on Bakura, mumbling something that was slightly stronger than a basic healing spell. She didn't know how much blood he'd lost but it had to be a considerable amount, so she tried to give Bakura a nice warm feeling with the healing spell, a tingle almost. She looked over at him and tilted her head. "Are you all right, Bakura?"
[Tag, Bakura!]
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Malik seemed to speak for him, which annoyed him. He was drunk, not mute. He didn't bother to protest however, letting her cast the spell. He felt warm at first, on both wounds. The feeling faded away with the wounds and his hand moved back to feel where the injury on his back had been. It was gone.
"Yes," he answered, not bothering to elaborate. "Though the bastard will just cut me up later." He almost managed to sound like he deserved sympathy, like he didn't crawl on top of Malik and ask for it.
[Tag, Mana~!]
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She watched Bakura fall back on the couch and smile. "Did you feel the warmth? I learned that a while ago and I thought it might make you happy." Mana really only wanted friends. It was almost a shame...since they weren't looking for the same friendship.
She lost her smile when he said that Malik would just cut him up later. "I hope not...but I could heal either of you if you ever wanted me to." She said, looking at him, then Malik, and back.
[Tag, Thief]
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He grinned at Malik, leaning back against the couch fully now. "Isn't that right, baby?"
[Tag, Malik!]
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He walked closer to Bakura, running his fingers over where his forearm he knew he'd gashed the other open.
"Can you get rid of scars, too?"
[Tag, Mana!]
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Mana moved over after Malik to get a closer look at Bakura's back and arms, mentally making notes of the scars. "Just point them out and I can definitely get rid of them!"
She didn't know that Malik had plans in store for Bakura if and when she got rid of these scars.
[Tag, Bakura!]
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Sliding his shirt up over his head, Bakura revealed the rest of the scars on his chest and abdomen. There were plenty, as Malik generally went trigger happy with his knife.
"Get rid of these," he told her, motioning to his chest. "You want yours gone, too, don't you?" he chuckled, looking over to the blonde Egyptian. Bakura had sliced his name into Malik's chest, something the other hadn't been entirely pleased with.
[Tag, Malik!]
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Before he let Mana do anything to him, though, he'd wait to see how this affected Bakura.
He grinned at the girl and gestured. "Impress me."
[Tag, adorable!Mana!]
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There was a gentle cooling situation that would spread through the Thief King and once that was done, he would have a perfectly unblemished chest yet again. Mana peeked over to see his chest and then grinned, jumping up and down a little. "Yay! It worked! How do you feel, Bakura?"
[Tag, Bakura!]
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After a moment, he looked up. "Drunk," he answered, flashing her an almost smile.
[Tag, Malik~ :C]
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Well, that settled it. He stripped his own shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind the sofa. "Oi, my turn," he turned to Mana, just pointing at one scar across his stomach--and the hieroglyphs spelling out Bakura's name, which he'd scratched out with his own knife.
[Tag, Mana!]
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Repeating the spell but turning her staff towards Malik, she watched as the same shivering blue settled over Malik's scar, seeped in, and vanished...taking the scar along with it.
"There you go! Do you feel ok, Malik?" She always liked to check just in case something had gone wrong during her spell casting.
[Tag, Malik!]
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"...It's better," he said, frowning slightly. Naturally he didn't ask for those on his back to be healed; they were just about his favorite thing in the world.
He walked the two or three steps over to her again, hands resting on her waist in a pretty obvious gesture. "Ne, shouldn't we reward you for your hard work~?"
[Tag, Mana!]
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