ph33r my rod: ...and thank Ra my computer decided to freeze BEFORE we got started. ~_~
ph33r my rod: But yeah. If you answered, I didn't see. .__.;
Egyptian Hot Rod: Welcome back! What I said was:

Egyptian Hot Rod (9:21:04 PM): Can you? I think I'm going to go grab a snack in the meanwhile.
Egyptian Hot Rod (9:21:09 PM): Mmm...peaches.
ph33r my rod: XDD Okay. :D
ph33r my rod: Just got one little thing to do beforehand. :x *does*
ph33r my rod: Hokay! *thinks of st00f to write up*
ph33r my rod: Malik sat on his parked motorcycle, looking up at the small building he had just stopped in front of - the Kame game shop, which had been closed for the day. He bit his lip as he removed the keys from the ignition and pocketed them, not really sure why he was here. Perhaps it was that with the knowledge in his mind that he could possibly die in a couple of days, he felt obligated to spend some time with Yami before it was too late. After all, Yami was his best friend, and even in his afterlife he'd never forgive himself if he died without saying some form of goodbye. So, in essence, this was it... of course, given that Yami would even speak to him. He was probably too tied up with his thoughts of Siegfried to pay attention to much else. Malik got off of the motorbike and strolled up to the door of the shop. He hesitated a little before knocking on the door, unsure of what all he would say to the former spirit, but after a moment he decided he'd just play it by ear, and then rapped gently on the door.
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ XD "... tied up with his thoughts of Siegfried to pay attention to much else..." Ouch. ]
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ But it's so true~ ]
ph33r my rod: (( Yep. XD ))
ph33r my rod: (( Oh yes, and OOC!YnMalik has an LJ now. >D It's god_of_mind ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ Oooh! Yay! Hannah, right? ]
ph33r my rod: (( *nodnod* ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: And thoughts of the cynical pink-haired CEO was exactly what Yami had busily immersed himself in for the better half of the day. The fact that his attention bordered on obsession did little to tear said thoughts from Siegfried for long; and it had taken him approximately twelve minutes to pull himself away from the soft thrum of his computer, then sixteen more to drag his attention away from the cowbell alerts he had placed on Siegfried's AIM screenname. After all, he had to keep tabs on his so-called husband because, well, that was what good wives did when their husbands were away possibly conducting an affair with - dare he think it? - some sleazy business partner, which, come to think of it, he should damn not. With a frustrated sigh, Yami paced around the living room, mumbling softly to himself. His mind had a tendency to stray off tangent when he thought of Siegfried, pulling every which way in fragmented whispers and endless sentences. "You dummy..." he mumbled, then blinked in surprised when he heard a light rap on the door. Lips drawing into a bright smile, Yami rushed over to the front because, damn, maybe that was his love muffin coming to his senses after all this time! A momentous occasion, the former spirit decided, opening the door - only to freeze in his actions and thoughts at the sight of someone entirely different. "...Malik?"
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ Ahh...that was SO long. XD ]
ph33r my rod: (( @.@ *reads* ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ You just had to mention Siegfried, didn't you? ]
ph33r my rod: (( *cackles* ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ XP Yami gets all...stream-of-conscious-thoughts-y when that happens. ]
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ That entire spiel was almost painful to write. XD So grammatically incorrect. ;; ]
ph33r my rod: (( XDDD; *pets* Poor dirtay twin. ;; ))
ph33r my rod: Malik frowned inwardly as Yami answered the door - he looked rather surprised to see him, and had probably been expecting someone else. Most likely Siegfried. The blonde pushed all thoughts of his would-be "competition" out of his head, and smiled at his friend, though the sadness and fear behind the smile probably stuck out like a sore thumb to the other male. "Hey, Yami," he greeted, stuffing his hands into his pockets. As he looked at the shorter of the two, Malik wondered if he should tell his best friend what Yuugi had said he was going to do - after all, he didn't like keeping secrets from Yami - but he had given the small duelist his word that he wouldn't tell. Besides, he was sure that Yuugi knew what he was getting into, and Malik also had the sneaking suspicion that everyone would come out of this mess alive. Still, that didn't stop him from being scared shitless over the matter... "Um... I need to talk to you about something," he said, hoping that his fear wasn't apparent in his voice.
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ Ahh... *kicks AIM* I didn't see your post until now. x.x ]
ph33r my rod: (( Gaaah. x.x ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: Once the surprise of seeing his best friend, rather than love interest, standing on his doorstep wore off, Yami felt his features twist into a appreciative smile. However, the expression was quickly brushed aside by a worried crease on his temple when Malik returned the smile with one of his own. It was almost painfully clear Yami how completely fake the smile was. If anything, the former spirit knew he could effectively compare the expression to one the male usually wore after ingesting a particularly spicy raw jalapeno. It wasn't pleasant. And almost immediately, Yami's train of thought drew back to Bakura's journal entry, and then the previous ones written by Ryou. "...Malik," he began hesitantly, fingers curling around the door frame, "...this wouldn't have anything to do with Bakura and...Ryou, would it?"
ph33r my rod: "Um... sort of," Malik muttered, looking down toward his feet. It had a lot to do with Bakura and Ryou, as well as himself, and several others. Yami's tone of voice led Malik to believe that he was referring to the two white-haired males as a couple, which really had little to do with the main concern at hand (though it still made Malik twitch a little). He was afraid of what Yami's reaction would be when he told him it was possible that he could die, but after a thorough explanation - as well as some reassurance of his confidence - then he was pretty sure that Yami wouldn't be too worried... he hoped. "...I think we need to sit down."
ph33r my rod: (( Bleh. :x These don't have to be uber-long XD Since there's going to be a lot of dialogue and all. :3 ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ XD Yeah, and tons of 'zomgwtfbbq'-ness. ]\
Egyptian Hot Rod: *-\
ph33r my rod: (( Yep. XD ))
Egyptian Hot Rod: Judging by Malik's tone of voice, Yami was quite sure he'd need a chair - or at least a softer portion of the ground - to collapse upon once the news was related. He had read something concerning a ceremony, Ryou's illness, and not much else, but the first wave of worry had already put him in stitches. Finally, he sighed and stepped aside. "Yeah... that'd be a good idea."
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ Sorry it's taking me such a long time to reply. x.x *is multitasking* ]
ph33r my rod: (( S'okay. ^^; ))
ph33r my rod: Malik bit his lip and nodded, almost hesitantly stepping inside of the shop. At least a hundred different thoughts were running through his head as he followed his friend into the living room area in the hosue portion of the building. Both of them sat down on a couch - coincidentially, the same one the two of them had had a certain tryst on a couple of weeks ago - and Malik looked down at the floor, unsure of how to start off. He wasn't sure if Yami'd even heard about the ceremony or not, but he figured he'd ask anyway, just to make sure. "Um... you've heard about the ceremony... right? The one to cure Ryou of his illness...?" He cast a glance over at his friend, frowning as he saw the worry evident in Yami's eyes.
Egyptian Hot Rod: [ Mrr... brb in 15 minutes. ]
ph33r my rod: (( Kay. D: ))