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     Even as Malik flinched, Ryou paused and pulled his hand away briefly before continuing his work once more. He had to remind himself that just because the dark being was in control, did not mean that he could just allow his friend’s body to be damaged; and if he was allowed to help it, then he’ll take that opportunity, the risk or none.       Once he had finished bandaging a few of the wounds, he glanced over to the other with a raised brow. “A future outside of . . . what?” He wanted to push, yet he was sure he wasn’t going to get an answer. Still, it was at least a sign that he was paying attention and that he wasn’t going to let something like that get away, especially when he was wondering why this dark being had returned in Marik’s life. 

     Having kneeling down, he kept an eye on the other for a moment until he had to completely take his eyes off of him to search for the right items. Thankfully, the knife was away and out of reach to allow him to relax a bit, even when he wasn’t watching.       He didn’t stop while the other spoke, trying to not let any little word get to him. Taking out the clean gauze, he started to work on Marik’s body, wiping away as much blood as he could before pressing pressing on some to keep the blood from oozing more. “Even during that . . . time, I had tried to be helpful as much as possible.” His words were a bit blunt, but it wasn’t something he liked talking about when it came to the past.      There was a pause, however, from the last statement, and Ryou finally glanced back up to Malik. Without looking at the kit, he tried to remember if there were any scissors in there in case he needed to defend himself . . . or toss them off to the side with the knife to keep it out of reach of the other. “Do you want me to help or not?”

     The growling caught him off guard, preparing himself for another attack by closing his eyes and tensing up. However, nothing happened and his eyes slowly opened up after a moment. Standing there, he watched as Malik slid down onto the floor, realizing that his previous thoughts on what was happening were becoming true. It was when the other spoke up again that he snapped himself out of his daze.       He nodded slightly without a word before quickly heading off to the bathroom, finding and grabbing his first aid kit. It was crazy to think that he was going to help a dark entity, unless the original Marik takes over again ( which he hoped ).      It didn’t take long for him to find it and return to the other’s side. His lips pursed together as he watched Malik for a moment before carefully kneeling down beside him, opening up the kit to prep.

     They were words that he would take, at least in this moment. At least there were signs of him relaxing a bit, yet that didn’t mean he was going to bring his guard down.       “T-Then . . . I don’t have to fear you.” Easy, Ryou, don’t get too hasty - you’re still in danger. Still, he was sure that he was in the clear. Malik was relaxing and perhaps a bit slower than before - and that’s when it hit him. He was slowly losing blood, which was both good and bad. Good, because Malik won’t be as dangerous; yet bad, because that meant that it was putting Marik in danger of blood loss. “ . . . He needs help . . . “ He whispered softly, a hint of concern in his eyes as the urge to run to the bathroom was growing.

                                                           “If the sky could dream,                                                                     it would dream of dragons.”

     His body tensed from the touch of the blade against his cheek, but he never allowed his eyes to stray from the other. Stay calm, stay calm, he thought repeatedly, doing anything to try to calm himself.       “Then . . . if you do seek the same things so strongly . . . what about my safety?” He paused, waiting for some kind of reaction. “You . . . You mentioned that he wanted you to not harm me.” He wasn’t sure if that was some kind of test to see if Marik’s words were true, or to find out that they both have some differences. Either way, it was a desperate measure to try to stop him.

     Eyes widened as he saw just how close they were, and a soft gasp left him as he felt the hand on his face. Immediately he latched onto the dark being’s arm. His eyes stayed on Malik, even as he spoke, trying his best to stay calm.      “A - Aren’t you two of the same soul? Wouldn’t you both want the same thing?” A dangerous question, but it had him wondering. His voice was starting to waiver, especially as he remembered the knife thanks to the blood on his hand.

                                                           “If the sky could dream,                                                                     it would dream of dragons.”

     The question made him wonder for a moment. He had always been kind hearted, so willing to sacrifice himself for those even he barely knew. Why? He didn’t want anyone else to suffer the way he did. Sure, many of them didn’t do anything for him; in fact, many looked down on him for who he was - but that never stopped him.       Closing his eyes for a moment, he took in a deep breath. “He didn’t trick me . . . He didn’t use any kind of trick or game to befriend me.” If he remembered correctly, Marik actually didn’t wish to get close in the first place, not that he blamed him as he was the same way. “You don’t need to owe someone their friendship over something. That isn’t how it works.” Eyes opened, pushing himself away from the wall to peek around the doorway to see just how close the other was.

     No, he knew that the other wouldn’t stop just because he asked - but it was a good try. However, he wasn’t going to quit. Ryou stayed quiet, leaning against the wall as the question came his way.      “I’m his friend.” He started, his voice soft. The doubt from before crossed his mind, but that was quickly pushed to the side. “If you must know, he’s come to me a few times, and I helped him. I will continue doing so as long as I’m able.”

     It wasn’t difficult to find where the dark being was at, thanks to the trail of blood left by him ( he is grateful that his own wounds didn’t leave a trail ). Seeing that the trail had gone into the kitchen, his worry increased. However, he slowed his pace down the closer he was getting to the kitchen. He didn’t want to reveal himself too soon, even if the other knew that he was moving again and out of hiding. For now, he stayed near the doorway of the kitchen, keeping an eye on the entrance.      “Whatever you’re about to do . . . don’t do it.” Will his words be effective? Probably not.

     Just seeing the pair of feet caused him to hold his breath for a moment, watching and waiting for him to leave. However, it was the one-sided conversation that held his attention. Of course, his words stung, planting small seeds of doubt. Marik had told him that he had preferred Ryou over the dark spirit, so it had to true with how he spoke it. At least, he tried to believe that now.      Then it was until Malik brought up heating up the knife. Honestly, there wasn’t too much to make an open flame with the exception of the oven and possibly could use the heater if kept there long enough . . . ; however, his mind overreacted and a major red flag appeared before him. Just what was he planning to do with that knife? Let alone, a heated knife? Had he really plan on hurting himself with it?      “Marik . . . “ He hissed, squirming out from under the bed, leaving the Rod in the bag behind. Unsure how he was going to stop him exactly, but he had to try. Unfortunately he wasn’t the greatest in coming up with plans on the spot.

     Keeping Marik’s bag close to him, he moved as swiftly as he could to the first place he could think of: in his room and under his bed. It wasn’t until after he got there that he cursed to himself for picking such a cliched spot. This was one of the things he criticized movies on, and here he was doing that very same thing. Interesting though how the human mind reacts to moments like this - not that he was too pleased to experience this in the first place.      Still, here he was, with the bad tucked at his side, he kept an eye out for a pair of feet that belonged to Malik. If only he could hush his poor beating heart, knowing that he was starting to become terrified with what was happening. All he could do was wait and try to figure out a plan.

     A gasp left him as he was tossed to the floor, feeling the air get knocked out of him for a moment, forcing him to recover from the shove. His arms throbbed while feeling something running down them ( he was pretty sure it was his own blood from when Malik pierced his skin ), yet he slowly pushed himself up from the floor.      Mind scrambled and his body ached, but it didn’t take long to gaze up at the dark being before him, staring at him for what felt like ages until they looked around for something. His heart pounded louder, realizing that he was in even more danger than before. The threat kept repeating in his mind, telling him that his life was now on the line.       Instantly, his eyes went to the bag. The Rod was still inside, he was sure, and the dark creature made no sign that he knew it was there. Scrambling to his feet, he scurried his best past Malik, towards the bag to snatch it. Though . . . his kitchen and the room with his sculpting tools were another worry, but he hoped that it wouldn’t cross the other’s mind. Either way, he had no plans on getting killed.