Hands Off, Malik-sama
A/N: I love Rishid. I wish I owned but I don't. Why can't I think of anything that doesn't involve perverted crap right now?
He had failed, Rishid thought mournfully. He had failed as his greatest servant – no, as his sworn guardian.
It was inevitable that he would have forgotten to attend to this minor detail at some point along their perilous journey of revenge, but was that any excuse? Lady Isis would not have neglected this, oh no. He had promised her that he would watch over him but that was not enough, that was not enough –
"Wow. They're really big when you get up close, aren't they?"
Without thinking, Rishid swatted the curious hand away from the hostage's chest. It recoiled as if burnt. Malik-sama (he insisted to be called this, for some reason) grunted in annoyance, but stared at the controlled girl as if he himself were possessed. Nameless henchmen squirmed nervously in their seats on the other side of the warehouse.
"Malik-sama," Rishid said gently. "Do not touch."
Rishid had little knowledge of the other gender himself, but he knew this much. Growing up to see Lady Isis reach puberty had taught him this – but Malik-sama not only had no experience at all, but he had the notorious habit of ignoring any and all personal boundaries. It was why the Rod responded so well to him, perhaps. And this, Rishid thought, is why we need women in the Ghouls.
"Go check and see if the anchor has been rigged," Malik finally said after ripping his eyes away from her bountiful bosom – Rishid muttered an apology to Lady Isis for the tasteless thought. "They're on their way."
Rishid grimaced inwardly and bowed. But Malik-sama was normal again, his first true moment as an average teenage boy passed. For the first time since he had left with Malik-sama, Rishid was relieved that he was once again back on his fruitless path to the Pharaoh –
There was a loud scream and a sound like a whip cracking. Rishid did not have to hear Malik-sama's undignified yelp to know what happened. He definitely wished he did not have to hear the loudly screamed obscenities thrown back and forth between him and the suddenly awake, uncontrollable hostage.
Oh, Malik-sama...
If only Malik-sama knew how to act around girls.
Forgot to say - title inspired by raunchy Bakushipping doujinshi. :)