Translation notes:
Daijoubu: it's okay
Demo: But
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Malik smiled as Ryou sipped his tea. It'd been so long since he'd had an actual conversation with someone besides Rishido that was just conversation and not dealing or plotting, and oddly, he was content just to listen to the paler boy talk. His voice was a soothing sound, not like the psychopath's harsh alteration of it. It was interesting, the differences between the two, where the psychopath was brash and arrogant, Ryou was polite and almost timid. He hadn't even lashed out when he woke to find himself violated and injured...
"Namu-kun...?"
Malik looked up to see the boy's concerned eyes looking up at him. "Nani?" he smiled.
"You looked upset about something," the paler boy's voice was timid and with a start, Malik realized Ryou was worried that he had caused Malik's shift in mood.
"Daijoubu yo," Malik smiled assuringly. "I was just wondering if you were feeling better enough to get dressed."
Ryou blushed slightly, holding the sheet close as if just remembering it was his only covering, and gave a small embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gomen ne," he apologized, shifting to reach for his clothing. His expression grew briefly pained as he leaned, and Malik frowned.
"You're still hurting?" he asked.
Ryou looked down, expression almost ashamed as he nodded slightly.
"Did the cream wear off or was there a spot that I..." Malik trailed off as he realized where the boy would be still hurting.
There was an awkward silence a moment before Malik stood.
"Namu-kun...?" Ryou asked nervously as the blond Egyptian approached. "Namu-kun, what are you--" the boy gave a small squeak as Malik gently scooped him into his arms.
Malik gave a small chuckle as the near terrified boy clung desperately to him to keep from falling as he was carried. "Daijoubu yo, Ryou-kun," he smiled at the boy in his arms as he began walking.
He reached the bathroom and gently set the boy down in the bathtub before leaning over to turn on the water. "Let me know if it's too warm, okay?" he said, turning to face Ryou again.
The paler boy looked down at the sheet around him uncomfortably, hesitantly moving to remove it.
"You can leave it," Malik said softly, putting a hand over Ryou's.
Brown eyes widened slightly. "De--demo..."
"Don't worry, I can get someone to take care of it later," Malik dismissed with a slight smirk, thinking which of his mind controlled flunkies he would make clean up the sheet and the mess from the psychopath. He turned off the water and leaned back, looking at Ryou. "Why don't you take that off and lean back?" he suggested.
The boy hesitated, hand going to the Ring, eyes widening a moment in surprise before narrowing, expression shifting as he gave a dark chuckle. "He won't take it off," he smirked, rising from the bath and letting the soaked sheet fall back into the water. "He's the perfect host. His will is easy to overcome and with his innocent face, he can wrap anyone around his finger with out even meaning or trying to."
Malik scowled, crossing his arms in irritation as the psychopath continued, grabbing a towel to dry off. "If that small amount of pain I let him feel melted a bastard like you, think of how his 'friends' will react when he's feeling all of it."
"So your plan is to use his pain to separate Yuugi's friends?" Malik inferred, hiding the disgust in his voice as he followed the pale boy out of the room.
The psychopath smirked, grabbing his clothing and swiftly getting dressed. "It will work," he said simply.
Malik scowled again, knowing the wild haired boy was right. '15 minutes ago, you wouldn't have had any problem with this,' an annoying voice in his mind reminded him as they existed the boat. 15 minutes ago, he hadn't know what Ryou's life was like with the presence inside the Ring controlling him. It was different then his mind slaves, he reasoned. Fate had no hand in his choosing of them, as it had had in cursing Ryou with the Ring; as it had in cursing his clan with the keys to the Pharaoh's memory...
His thoughts were interrupted as the pale haired boy at his side collapsed to the ground with a strangled exclamation of pain.
Instantly, he was at the boy's side, helping him up. Supporting the barely conscious boy with one arm, he reached for the Rod. 'You feel no pain,' he instructed the boy's subconscious. 'You will act as if you do, but you will feel no pain.'
The boy's half closed eyes glazed and Malik gave a grim smile. He wouldn't let these feelings get in the way of his mission, but he would not let the Ring's spirit hurt his host any longer....
Slowly, he began helping Ryou over to where his friends would be arriving.
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Blarg. Short. But it finishes that section. No, that's not it. There is more coming. :)
Again, apologies for the slowness in this one with the small smidges of chapters.
Shetan: There's a reason he's not using his real name, mostly the not knowing if Yuugi's ranted about him/ if it would be recognized. And yeah, that was a kinda misleading place to pause. I just have so much trouble with this one at times. It's very slow in getting written. ^^
Sailor Comet: He has the memory laps because his yami blocks him out. I'm pretty sure he's aware of his yami's existance on some level.
Daijoubu: it's okay
Demo: But
----
Malik smiled as Ryou sipped his tea. It'd been so long since he'd had an actual conversation with someone besides Rishido that was just conversation and not dealing or plotting, and oddly, he was content just to listen to the paler boy talk. His voice was a soothing sound, not like the psychopath's harsh alteration of it. It was interesting, the differences between the two, where the psychopath was brash and arrogant, Ryou was polite and almost timid. He hadn't even lashed out when he woke to find himself violated and injured...
"Namu-kun...?"
Malik looked up to see the boy's concerned eyes looking up at him. "Nani?" he smiled.
"You looked upset about something," the paler boy's voice was timid and with a start, Malik realized Ryou was worried that he had caused Malik's shift in mood.
"Daijoubu yo," Malik smiled assuringly. "I was just wondering if you were feeling better enough to get dressed."
Ryou blushed slightly, holding the sheet close as if just remembering it was his only covering, and gave a small embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gomen ne," he apologized, shifting to reach for his clothing. His expression grew briefly pained as he leaned, and Malik frowned.
"You're still hurting?" he asked.
Ryou looked down, expression almost ashamed as he nodded slightly.
"Did the cream wear off or was there a spot that I..." Malik trailed off as he realized where the boy would be still hurting.
There was an awkward silence a moment before Malik stood.
"Namu-kun...?" Ryou asked nervously as the blond Egyptian approached. "Namu-kun, what are you--" the boy gave a small squeak as Malik gently scooped him into his arms.
Malik gave a small chuckle as the near terrified boy clung desperately to him to keep from falling as he was carried. "Daijoubu yo, Ryou-kun," he smiled at the boy in his arms as he began walking.
He reached the bathroom and gently set the boy down in the bathtub before leaning over to turn on the water. "Let me know if it's too warm, okay?" he said, turning to face Ryou again.
The paler boy looked down at the sheet around him uncomfortably, hesitantly moving to remove it.
"You can leave it," Malik said softly, putting a hand over Ryou's.
Brown eyes widened slightly. "De--demo..."
"Don't worry, I can get someone to take care of it later," Malik dismissed with a slight smirk, thinking which of his mind controlled flunkies he would make clean up the sheet and the mess from the psychopath. He turned off the water and leaned back, looking at Ryou. "Why don't you take that off and lean back?" he suggested.
The boy hesitated, hand going to the Ring, eyes widening a moment in surprise before narrowing, expression shifting as he gave a dark chuckle. "He won't take it off," he smirked, rising from the bath and letting the soaked sheet fall back into the water. "He's the perfect host. His will is easy to overcome and with his innocent face, he can wrap anyone around his finger with out even meaning or trying to."
Malik scowled, crossing his arms in irritation as the psychopath continued, grabbing a towel to dry off. "If that small amount of pain I let him feel melted a bastard like you, think of how his 'friends' will react when he's feeling all of it."
"So your plan is to use his pain to separate Yuugi's friends?" Malik inferred, hiding the disgust in his voice as he followed the pale boy out of the room.
The psychopath smirked, grabbing his clothing and swiftly getting dressed. "It will work," he said simply.
Malik scowled again, knowing the wild haired boy was right. '15 minutes ago, you wouldn't have had any problem with this,' an annoying voice in his mind reminded him as they existed the boat. 15 minutes ago, he hadn't know what Ryou's life was like with the presence inside the Ring controlling him. It was different then his mind slaves, he reasoned. Fate had no hand in his choosing of them, as it had had in cursing Ryou with the Ring; as it had in cursing his clan with the keys to the Pharaoh's memory...
His thoughts were interrupted as the pale haired boy at his side collapsed to the ground with a strangled exclamation of pain.
Instantly, he was at the boy's side, helping him up. Supporting the barely conscious boy with one arm, he reached for the Rod. 'You feel no pain,' he instructed the boy's subconscious. 'You will act as if you do, but you will feel no pain.'
The boy's half closed eyes glazed and Malik gave a grim smile. He wouldn't let these feelings get in the way of his mission, but he would not let the Ring's spirit hurt his host any longer....
Slowly, he began helping Ryou over to where his friends would be arriving.
--
Blarg. Short. But it finishes that section. No, that's not it. There is more coming. :)
Again, apologies for the slowness in this one with the small smidges of chapters.
Shetan: There's a reason he's not using his real name, mostly the not knowing if Yuugi's ranted about him/ if it would be recognized. And yeah, that was a kinda misleading place to pause. I just have so much trouble with this one at times. It's very slow in getting written. ^^
Sailor Comet: He has the memory laps because his yami blocks him out. I'm pretty sure he's aware of his yami's existance on some level.
