Bakura had dropped a french fry.
One single french fry.
The little bastard.
Normally this would not have been quite the appalling event that it was. Except for the tiny inconsequential fact that the place that dastardly french fry would have HAD to land was smack dab in the middle of Malik's lap. Now regularly Bakura would not have had a second thought about going in after that french fry that had somehow slipped Malik's attention - he would never flinch at doing something other might consider inappropriate, or even dirty. This was Bakura after all, the deranged ancient, all- powerful controller of every mortal's life, the one whom they should bow down and worship before as the Lord and Conqueror. Now only if he could get them to recognize that fact instead of giving him weird looks.
Now anyway..the french fry was just sitting there. In fact Bakura could swear it was wiggling just to taunt him. Or maybe the imperceptible motions were caused by Malik's breathing- which he would choose to do now. The slow swaying motion was hypnotizing him, his gaze was held fast and his mouth started to drop open. Maybe even a little drool appeared at the corner. Maybe I could eat it off him..
No! Must resist temptation!! Malik didn't quite know yet that Bakura has a slight urge to suddenly rip his clothes off and molest his willing person anywhere, anyhow, anyway. Unfortunately for the white-haired boy, Malik wasn't quite that willing to engage in that kind of activity. He has apparently given up on more intimate relationships, especially since that unfortunate incidence with Yugi and that pair of pruning shears. Malik wasn't so happy about that one. He wasn't so happy about all the attention it got either. Especially after that reporter decided to take pictures. So Malik had sworn celibacy to the end of his days, and Bakura, being the caring soul he was, at least about Malik, had decided to respect his decisions and wait until that glorious day when Malik realized he was being a complete and total idiot (as usual), and then slowly induct him back into the ways of the bedroom. Either that or seduce him so completely he would have no idea what dark and dirty things he was doing until it was to late..
Back to the french fry. Malik, being his usual crazed self, had no idea there was one of those deliciously tempting french fries waving like a flag to Bakura sitting right in the middle of his lap. Maybe the burning hot grease soaking through his pants would have eventually penetrated his inward spiral of thought, but as luck would have it, it was instead cut short by a small whimpering noise coming from directly to the left of him.
"Why the hell are you whimpering about this time Bakura..?", he growled raising his tousled head up off of his arm, leaving a red mark that looked strangely like the Sennen Eye in the middle of his forehead. "Bakura? Bakura!!"
"Huuuh?", was the long, marvelously intelligent statement that issued forth from Bakura's lips. His eyes glazed over as he slowly raised his head to meet Malik's eyes, realizing that this tan creature's mouth was moving and sound was coming out of it..and that since he was the only one in Malik's immediate vicinity, those words were probably addressed to him. Wiping his mouth covertly, he straightened and turned away, looking discretely to notice if the other young man had noticed his moment of weakness. No one makes a fool of me! Not even for love!
One single french fry.
The little bastard.
Normally this would not have been quite the appalling event that it was. Except for the tiny inconsequential fact that the place that dastardly french fry would have HAD to land was smack dab in the middle of Malik's lap. Now regularly Bakura would not have had a second thought about going in after that french fry that had somehow slipped Malik's attention - he would never flinch at doing something other might consider inappropriate, or even dirty. This was Bakura after all, the deranged ancient, all- powerful controller of every mortal's life, the one whom they should bow down and worship before as the Lord and Conqueror. Now only if he could get them to recognize that fact instead of giving him weird looks.
Now anyway..the french fry was just sitting there. In fact Bakura could swear it was wiggling just to taunt him. Or maybe the imperceptible motions were caused by Malik's breathing- which he would choose to do now. The slow swaying motion was hypnotizing him, his gaze was held fast and his mouth started to drop open. Maybe even a little drool appeared at the corner. Maybe I could eat it off him..
No! Must resist temptation!! Malik didn't quite know yet that Bakura has a slight urge to suddenly rip his clothes off and molest his willing person anywhere, anyhow, anyway. Unfortunately for the white-haired boy, Malik wasn't quite that willing to engage in that kind of activity. He has apparently given up on more intimate relationships, especially since that unfortunate incidence with Yugi and that pair of pruning shears. Malik wasn't so happy about that one. He wasn't so happy about all the attention it got either. Especially after that reporter decided to take pictures. So Malik had sworn celibacy to the end of his days, and Bakura, being the caring soul he was, at least about Malik, had decided to respect his decisions and wait until that glorious day when Malik realized he was being a complete and total idiot (as usual), and then slowly induct him back into the ways of the bedroom. Either that or seduce him so completely he would have no idea what dark and dirty things he was doing until it was to late..
Back to the french fry. Malik, being his usual crazed self, had no idea there was one of those deliciously tempting french fries waving like a flag to Bakura sitting right in the middle of his lap. Maybe the burning hot grease soaking through his pants would have eventually penetrated his inward spiral of thought, but as luck would have it, it was instead cut short by a small whimpering noise coming from directly to the left of him.
"Why the hell are you whimpering about this time Bakura..?", he growled raising his tousled head up off of his arm, leaving a red mark that looked strangely like the Sennen Eye in the middle of his forehead. "Bakura? Bakura!!"
"Huuuh?", was the long, marvelously intelligent statement that issued forth from Bakura's lips. His eyes glazed over as he slowly raised his head to meet Malik's eyes, realizing that this tan creature's mouth was moving and sound was coming out of it..and that since he was the only one in Malik's immediate vicinity, those words were probably addressed to him. Wiping his mouth covertly, he straightened and turned away, looking discretely to notice if the other young man had noticed his moment of weakness. No one makes a fool of me! Not even for love!
