Wild-filly: ^_^ hello and welcome to my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fic
Kaioshin: with any luck it will also be her last
Wild-filly: *glares* ignoring that treacherous muse, I hope you enjoy this fic and tell me what you think of it!
Kaioshin: -_- please no...
Disclaimer: Don't own, never have, never will - however may one day steal..
***
Summer holidays had finally arrived, and Mokuba Kaiba planned to make these holidays truly worthwhile. Having started doing geography in his year five class, he was taken with the idea of visiting Australia, but was certain that his brother would find some reason not to go, or at least not enjoy it. However... if Mokuba could get a whole group of people to come with them, maybe it would be more interesting?
Worth a try at any rate.
The entire trip would be funded more or less by Seto Kaiba, although Kaiba himself was unaware of this small fact. It would be an important lesson for the CEO. Never leave the combination to a locked vault containing your credit cards inside another locked box when your younger brother is bored and curious of the art of lock-picking.
Mokuba extended the invitation of a holiday to the first group of people who came to mind; namely to his brother and anyone who would definitely annoy him.
In the end, Yugi, Ryou, Joey, Tea, Tristan and Marik agreed to come. Mokuba provided their airfares and told Seto that the others would pay for their flights, as long as he could take care of all other expenses. Kaiba refused outright, naturally, however Mokuba had not only been studying the art of lock-picking, but was a master at getting his own way by means of huge, tear-filled eyes. After twenty minutes of heartbreaking sobs, Seto gave in and allowed his delighted younger brother to call whatever "friends" he wanted and leave him in peace whilst he took care of the company's stocks.
Well.... the best of us make mistakes, don't we? It would appear that it also applies to the worst.
Either way, Seto was met with a slight surprise at the airport.
*
It was four in the morning. Not even the summer sun had risen yet. However, Yugi was rudely awakened by the persistent screeching of the accursed alarm clock on his bedside cabinet.
Actually, Yami was the one awakened - Yugi had already developed an immunity to alarm clocks, the pharaoh however, thought they were under attack. From the depths of his Soul Room, Yami was startled by a sudden high-pitched shrieking. What on earth was happening?!
Taking control, Yami leapt out of bed, blankets following and also managing to wrap around his knees. Instead of gracefully landing feet-first with one hand already reaching for his duelling deck, Yami smacked face-first onto the plush carpet, accidentally kicking the cabinet and causing the offensive clock to leap off the table and onto his skull.
Cross-eyed and muttering something about summoning the dark magician in attack mode, Yami blearily examined the demonic clock as the source of the noise and with scientific precision, smashed it to pieces against the floor. A dazed smile on his face, Yami returned to his Soul Room to moan about his headache while his hikari took care of the shattered remains of the evil, metal monster.
Yugi awoke to a steady pounding on one side of his head and cursing coming from the other. Groaning and attempting to ignore the King of Games, Yugi picked himself off the floor and surveyed what was left of the clock.
'Didn't I tell you what an alarm clock was, Yami?'
'No'
'I'm sure I did at some point'
'No?'
'Well, they're harmless ok? I set this one so I'd wake up in time for the taxi to get to the airport.'
'What's an airport?'
'We've been through this as well, Yami'
'No?'
Yugi chose to end this conversation and trooped downstairs, dug some cereal of indeterminate age out of the cupboard and put the kettle to boil. After discovering that the cereal had not only been created during the last Ice Age, but was also soggy, Yugi decided to leave breakfast to the aeroplane staff to provide. Several cups of strong black coffee later, he was suddenly feeling much more alive and even Yami had stopped complaining.
By the time the taxi had arrived, Yugi's eyes appeared even larger than normal and the driver surveyed him carefully as the duellist attempted to fit the suitcase into the boot.
Clearing his throat, the driver commented, 'do you want me to get that for you?'
Yugi grinned, staring at a point some distance over the man's shoulder, 'no, I'm fine'.
The driver hesitated, 'sir... most people would open the boot first'
Yugi glanced back at the suitcase, briefly re-visiting sanity and noting that he had in fact, left a considerable dent in the back of the taxi, 'oh... thanks'.
*
The taxi stopped briefly several times, to pick up Ryou and Marik. Joey had announced that he did in fact have a driver's licence, however Tristan and Tea were the only ones unfortunate enough not to think of an excuse not to take a lift with him fast enough.
Ryou seemed to be even quieter than usual, however Yugi was not the only one with a bruise on his head. Yami Bakura probably responded much the same way as Yami. Marik looked more than slightly disgusted to be sharing a cab with the pharaoh and tomb robber, although was equally obviously falling asleep.
Yami had gone silent for some time in the Soul Room, but suddenly perked up
'Yugi?'
'Yes?
'Are we there yet?'
'No'
'Are we there yet?
'No'
'Are we there yet?
'NO!!! Do you even know where we're going?!'
'No...'
'We're going to Australia.'
'Australia? Why not Egypt?'
'Don't worry, there're deserts there as well'
'Oh very funny'
'Camels too'
Yami cut off his mental link and proceeded to sulk. Ryou and Yami Bakura were having a similar discussion.
'Spirit? You still haven't told me where you put our passport'
'.....'
'Spirit'
'....mumblemumbleburntitmumblemumble'
'WHAT?!'
'.....'
'YOU BURNT MY PASSPORT?!'
'....... yes'
'WHY?'
'.... paper burns, and I had to make a fire'
'why did you need to make a fire?'
'burning evidence'
'what kind of evidence?'
'incriminating'
'what did you do now?'
'......'
'I'm waiting....'
'.... mumblemumblemumblerecklessdrivingfinemumble'
'RECKLESS DRIVING?! YOU CAN'T EVEN DRIVE!'
'.... apparently so'
'you could have got arrested!'
'could have?'
'.....'
'I needed to burn the photos and papers they took'
'... I'm going to kill you, I really am'
' Two problems. One, I'm already dead. Two, I'M the psychopath, remember?!'
It was probably just as well that they arrived at the airport right then, otherwise things could have gotten (if possible) worse.
Marik scrambled out of the cab as fast as possible, eager to escape paying as well as being in the same vicinity as the other two. Throwing open the boot, the cab driver heaved out their luggage and abandoned the trio, shaking his head about the trends kids follow today. Thanks to Yugi's hair, he could barely see out of the rear-view mirror.
Mokuba bolted over to join them, indecently awake and cheerful for this uncivilised hour. Yugi and Ryou smiled and conversed animatedly with the younger Kaiba brother while Marik eyed a parked motorcycle with interest and Seto pretended to be part of a different group.
Finally Joey's wreck of a car turned up, bumper in tow and Tea and Tristan looking more than slightly nauseous in the back. After seven failed attempts at parking, the missing members of the group joined them. Joey's face was more than a little embarrassed.
'Sorry we're late, we got stuck in traffic'
A vein twitched on Tea's forehead.
'So I had us take a short cut'
The vein bulged on Tea's forehead.
'And then we got a little sidetracked....'
Tea exploded, 'YOU RAN THREE RED LIGHTS, PLOWED THROUGH A FENCE LINE, NEARLY RAN OVER AN OLD LADY IN A WHEELCHAIR AND THEN STOPPED AT A DRIVE THROUGH!!!!'
Tristan unblocked his ears, 'oh yeah, and forgot to bring his suitcase so we had to double back'.
Joey had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. Unable to take any more, Kaiba lead the way into the airport and they breezed through customs. It's amazing how short passport queues are when you've donated a sizeable sum to the airport's construction, isn't it?
*
The sun was creeping over the horizon as the Boeing 737 roared down the runway and slid into the air. Yugi was determined not to let Yami take over, all though the spirit was exceptionally keen to witness "take-off" . The last thing he needed was for Yami to decide that he didn't like aeroplanes. Once the seatbelt sign went off, he'd let Yami take control, however as soon as it goes back on, Yami, along with all electrical equipment would be put away.
Finally the plane drew level and the sign flickered off. Yami blinked, staring at the PTV on the seat in front of him. 'What is this?'
Marik was severely annoyed. First security had tried to confiscate the Millennium Rod. Then he got told off for trying to send them to the Shadow Realm. Then the stupid spirit of the Millennium Ring stole his passport. And then, just to top it off nicely, he was stationed next to an old relic who was about to electrocute himself on the miniature television in front of him. Perfect. He'd almost rather be working at the museum with Ishizu yelling at him to clean his room.
Yami was successful in shattering the screen of the television, causing the flight attendant to come hurrying over in a panic.
'Sir, are you alright?' came the anxious voice. People would sue for just about anything these days.
Yami blinked haughtily and brushed shards of glass from his lap, 'yes, I am fine thank you very much. May I please have a different chair?'
Marik sighed in relief, however was sadly disappointed.
'I'm sorry sir, we have no spare seats'.
Brilliant. Not only was he stuck next to possibly the most arrogant person he'd ever met besides himself, but would have to avoid any glass shards that escaped the cleaning. Worse still, Yami may try to start a conversation.
Yami however, decided that the aeroplane was quite simply a noisy, boring experience and being a naturally benevolent pharaoh, returned control to Yugi so he may enjoy the flight. Yugi was most disgruntled at being kicked out of his Soul Room. While both Yugi and Yami could be in their Soul Rooms at the same time, it tended to have a negative affect on the people nearby. Something about Yugi appearing to literally be dead on his feet.
Much to the hikari's annoyance, his oh-so-beloved darker counterpart had somehow contrived to break the TV. Wonderful. Delving through his bag, Yugi dug out a magazine and proceeded to ignore Marik who was industriously making an army of paper aeroplanes and launching them towards where Ryou and Mokuba were sitting.
Yami Bakura was fascinated, staring out the window at the clouds and ocean far below them. Eyeing the wing of the plane, he was slightly disturbed by the amount it appeared to be waving up and down. Was it supposed to do that? After all, these devices hadn't existed in ancient Egypt and aviation was hardly a useful topic for a grave robber to study.
Not only was this factor laden on his concern, there was also the issue of the younger Kaiba brat. The kid had brought a massive green rucksack with him and it appeared to contain packets and packets of a white substance. Yami Bakura reasoned that it probably wasn't incredibly harmful, since Customs hadn't tried to confiscate it as well. Marik wasn't the only one who had nearly been relieved of their Millennium item.
Regardless of how dangerous the substance wasn't; it seemed to be having a strange affect on the child. Yami Bakura was no expert on children, having been inhabiting a piece of jewellery for the past five thousand years, but even he could tell that this one was becoming more and more hyperactive. The spirit pondered about informing the taller Kaiba brat of his sibling's apparent personality swing.
Casting a wary eye towards Mokuba, Yami Bakura was moderately interested to note that the kid's eyes had become considerably wider and glazed. Not only that, but his limbs were twitching. The tomb robber didn't like this at all. It was like watching a time bomb ticking down to zero (he'd taken out a subscription to a variety of magazines with Ryou's consent in order to catch up on new technology. What he failed to mention, was exactly what TYPE of technology he was interested in).
Being the dauntless thief that Yami Bakura is, he naturally chickened out and returned control to Ryou.
Ryou blinked dreamily, returning to consciousness after a pleasant sleep in his Soul Room. He then felt a persistent tapping on his elbow. Attempting to properly focus his eyes, Ryou looked down to see Mokuba with a wide grin on his face. Then he saw the bag of sugar. There was a paper aeroplane sticking out of what was left of the white powder.
'heyryouyou'rebacktonormaldoyouwanttoplayeyespywithmeordoyouwantohelpmemakem orepaperareoplanestothrowatmarikilikesugeribroughtlotsofsugarsetotoldmenotto bringanysopleasedon'ttellhimokdoyouwantsomesugar?!'
Ryou face-faulted and debated the chances of still remaining sane come the end of the flight.
*
The non-stop flight from Japan to Perth took approximately nine hours, leaving a collection of very tired, very conspicuous people clustered around baggage re-claim.
Seto was extremely annoyed. His laptop computer had crashed one hour into the flight, leaving him with no entertainment other than attempting to pull Mokuba off the ceiling. Mokuba's sugar rush had slightly worn off to the point that he was sitting on the conveyor belt, leaping off in time to avoid vanishing behind the plastic curtains. The security guards had given up trying to stop him. A wad of cash waved in front of them by the younger Kaiba who had hacked his older brother's bank account also helped.
Joey and Tristan were complaining loudly. As far as Yugi could tell from their otherwise incomprehensible ranting, they had not found the meals satisfactory. In fact, they hadn't even considered them to be meals. Considering what those two would eat, Yugi was quite impressed.
Tea was the only one still awake enough to recognise their bags, and was instantly awarded the joyous task of recovering their bags and placing them on the trolley. She was not exactly amused by this prize. There was also the fact that her hair had not appreciated being in the plane and was now so statically charged that it stuck out in manner startlingly similar to Yugi's.
Ryou and Marik were arguing. Actually, Yami Bakura and Marik were arguing. They had been doing this for the last four hours, when one of Marik's paper planes stabbed the tomb robber in the eye. Once the option of a Shadow Game was firmly stamped out, (Literally. Tea had had enough of Shadow Games and neither Yami Bakura nor Marik had the courage to say otherwise) they had locked into a battle of wits. The current score appeared to be a stalemate, however as it was a battle of wits, they were both already fighting a losing battle.
'AT LEAST I DIDN'T SPEND MY ENTIRE LIFE STUMBLING MUSTY OLD TOMBS BECAUSE I HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO!'
'YOU MORON! YOU'RE A BLOODY TOMBKEEPER!'
'I HAD NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER; YOU DID!'
'I HAPPEN TO BE THE BEST THEIF IN EGYPT!'
'IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T REALISED, THAT WAS IN ANCIENT TIMES! YOU'RE HISTORY! A FOSSIL! I COULD HAVE ISHIZU PUT YOU IN THE MUSEUM AS AN EXHIBIT!'
'YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY SENIORITY AND THEREFORE, SUPERIOR INTELLECT, SKILL AND WISDOM, HAH!'
It had been continuing in this annoying fashion for some time now, and everyone's ears had constructed a barrier in order to zone the offensive racket out.
At last the bags were collected, their passports stamped (after being returned to their rightful owners and appropriate officers brainwashed for those without due to useless yamis) and in no time at all, they were all waiting for another taxi.
Seto checked his watch irritably, 'they're late... They should have been here before we arrived'.
Mokuba swayed happily, the sugar still working its way through the bloodstream, 'can I sit on the roof?'
'Whatever'
"yay!'
'Hang on, no! I didn't mean that!'
Mokuba bounded towards the considerably bigger taxi that had just pulled up at the kerb, trying fruitlessly to jump onto the roof.
The driver glared at the small child attempting to use his van as a climbing frame, 'it's in the cab or on the pavement, your choice'.
Even in the sugar-enhanced daze, Mokuba was able to detect the thinly veiled threat and hopped inside, followed by Yugi, Ryou, Joey, Tristan and Tea. Seto leapt into the passenger seat, 'Observation Rise hotel'.
Just as the taxi-van started up, Mokuba called out from where he was more than slightly crushed between the van door and Yugi's bag, 'where's Marik?'
There was an outbreak of maniacal laughter. From the roof. The cab driver shook his head in disgust and swerved the van hard. The maniacal laughter was abruptly cut off and replaced with a loud thump and even louder cursing as Marik fell off and landed in the empty baggage trolley.
Regaining what little remained of his dignity, Marik winced as he unearthed the Millennium Rod as the thing that had broken his fall and possibly his spine. Hobbling over to the cab, he threw open the door and took his seat as quietly as possible, trying not to catch anyone's eye. Muffled snickering was clearly audible.
The cab driver sighed mentally. Observation Rise? Why not a psychiatric ward...
***
wild-filly: first chapter done! Some rather interesting events planned in the form of tourist attractions, but please review and tell me what you think!
Kaioshin: with any luck it will also be her last
Wild-filly: *glares* ignoring that treacherous muse, I hope you enjoy this fic and tell me what you think of it!
Kaioshin: -_- please no...
Disclaimer: Don't own, never have, never will - however may one day steal..
***
Summer holidays had finally arrived, and Mokuba Kaiba planned to make these holidays truly worthwhile. Having started doing geography in his year five class, he was taken with the idea of visiting Australia, but was certain that his brother would find some reason not to go, or at least not enjoy it. However... if Mokuba could get a whole group of people to come with them, maybe it would be more interesting?
Worth a try at any rate.
The entire trip would be funded more or less by Seto Kaiba, although Kaiba himself was unaware of this small fact. It would be an important lesson for the CEO. Never leave the combination to a locked vault containing your credit cards inside another locked box when your younger brother is bored and curious of the art of lock-picking.
Mokuba extended the invitation of a holiday to the first group of people who came to mind; namely to his brother and anyone who would definitely annoy him.
In the end, Yugi, Ryou, Joey, Tea, Tristan and Marik agreed to come. Mokuba provided their airfares and told Seto that the others would pay for their flights, as long as he could take care of all other expenses. Kaiba refused outright, naturally, however Mokuba had not only been studying the art of lock-picking, but was a master at getting his own way by means of huge, tear-filled eyes. After twenty minutes of heartbreaking sobs, Seto gave in and allowed his delighted younger brother to call whatever "friends" he wanted and leave him in peace whilst he took care of the company's stocks.
Well.... the best of us make mistakes, don't we? It would appear that it also applies to the worst.
Either way, Seto was met with a slight surprise at the airport.
*
It was four in the morning. Not even the summer sun had risen yet. However, Yugi was rudely awakened by the persistent screeching of the accursed alarm clock on his bedside cabinet.
Actually, Yami was the one awakened - Yugi had already developed an immunity to alarm clocks, the pharaoh however, thought they were under attack. From the depths of his Soul Room, Yami was startled by a sudden high-pitched shrieking. What on earth was happening?!
Taking control, Yami leapt out of bed, blankets following and also managing to wrap around his knees. Instead of gracefully landing feet-first with one hand already reaching for his duelling deck, Yami smacked face-first onto the plush carpet, accidentally kicking the cabinet and causing the offensive clock to leap off the table and onto his skull.
Cross-eyed and muttering something about summoning the dark magician in attack mode, Yami blearily examined the demonic clock as the source of the noise and with scientific precision, smashed it to pieces against the floor. A dazed smile on his face, Yami returned to his Soul Room to moan about his headache while his hikari took care of the shattered remains of the evil, metal monster.
Yugi awoke to a steady pounding on one side of his head and cursing coming from the other. Groaning and attempting to ignore the King of Games, Yugi picked himself off the floor and surveyed what was left of the clock.
'Didn't I tell you what an alarm clock was, Yami?'
'No'
'I'm sure I did at some point'
'No?'
'Well, they're harmless ok? I set this one so I'd wake up in time for the taxi to get to the airport.'
'What's an airport?'
'We've been through this as well, Yami'
'No?'
Yugi chose to end this conversation and trooped downstairs, dug some cereal of indeterminate age out of the cupboard and put the kettle to boil. After discovering that the cereal had not only been created during the last Ice Age, but was also soggy, Yugi decided to leave breakfast to the aeroplane staff to provide. Several cups of strong black coffee later, he was suddenly feeling much more alive and even Yami had stopped complaining.
By the time the taxi had arrived, Yugi's eyes appeared even larger than normal and the driver surveyed him carefully as the duellist attempted to fit the suitcase into the boot.
Clearing his throat, the driver commented, 'do you want me to get that for you?'
Yugi grinned, staring at a point some distance over the man's shoulder, 'no, I'm fine'.
The driver hesitated, 'sir... most people would open the boot first'
Yugi glanced back at the suitcase, briefly re-visiting sanity and noting that he had in fact, left a considerable dent in the back of the taxi, 'oh... thanks'.
*
The taxi stopped briefly several times, to pick up Ryou and Marik. Joey had announced that he did in fact have a driver's licence, however Tristan and Tea were the only ones unfortunate enough not to think of an excuse not to take a lift with him fast enough.
Ryou seemed to be even quieter than usual, however Yugi was not the only one with a bruise on his head. Yami Bakura probably responded much the same way as Yami. Marik looked more than slightly disgusted to be sharing a cab with the pharaoh and tomb robber, although was equally obviously falling asleep.
Yami had gone silent for some time in the Soul Room, but suddenly perked up
'Yugi?'
'Yes?
'Are we there yet?'
'No'
'Are we there yet?
'No'
'Are we there yet?
'NO!!! Do you even know where we're going?!'
'No...'
'We're going to Australia.'
'Australia? Why not Egypt?'
'Don't worry, there're deserts there as well'
'Oh very funny'
'Camels too'
Yami cut off his mental link and proceeded to sulk. Ryou and Yami Bakura were having a similar discussion.
'Spirit? You still haven't told me where you put our passport'
'.....'
'Spirit'
'....mumblemumbleburntitmumblemumble'
'WHAT?!'
'.....'
'YOU BURNT MY PASSPORT?!'
'....... yes'
'WHY?'
'.... paper burns, and I had to make a fire'
'why did you need to make a fire?'
'burning evidence'
'what kind of evidence?'
'incriminating'
'what did you do now?'
'......'
'I'm waiting....'
'.... mumblemumblemumblerecklessdrivingfinemumble'
'RECKLESS DRIVING?! YOU CAN'T EVEN DRIVE!'
'.... apparently so'
'you could have got arrested!'
'could have?'
'.....'
'I needed to burn the photos and papers they took'
'... I'm going to kill you, I really am'
' Two problems. One, I'm already dead. Two, I'M the psychopath, remember?!'
It was probably just as well that they arrived at the airport right then, otherwise things could have gotten (if possible) worse.
Marik scrambled out of the cab as fast as possible, eager to escape paying as well as being in the same vicinity as the other two. Throwing open the boot, the cab driver heaved out their luggage and abandoned the trio, shaking his head about the trends kids follow today. Thanks to Yugi's hair, he could barely see out of the rear-view mirror.
Mokuba bolted over to join them, indecently awake and cheerful for this uncivilised hour. Yugi and Ryou smiled and conversed animatedly with the younger Kaiba brother while Marik eyed a parked motorcycle with interest and Seto pretended to be part of a different group.
Finally Joey's wreck of a car turned up, bumper in tow and Tea and Tristan looking more than slightly nauseous in the back. After seven failed attempts at parking, the missing members of the group joined them. Joey's face was more than a little embarrassed.
'Sorry we're late, we got stuck in traffic'
A vein twitched on Tea's forehead.
'So I had us take a short cut'
The vein bulged on Tea's forehead.
'And then we got a little sidetracked....'
Tea exploded, 'YOU RAN THREE RED LIGHTS, PLOWED THROUGH A FENCE LINE, NEARLY RAN OVER AN OLD LADY IN A WHEELCHAIR AND THEN STOPPED AT A DRIVE THROUGH!!!!'
Tristan unblocked his ears, 'oh yeah, and forgot to bring his suitcase so we had to double back'.
Joey had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. Unable to take any more, Kaiba lead the way into the airport and they breezed through customs. It's amazing how short passport queues are when you've donated a sizeable sum to the airport's construction, isn't it?
*
The sun was creeping over the horizon as the Boeing 737 roared down the runway and slid into the air. Yugi was determined not to let Yami take over, all though the spirit was exceptionally keen to witness "take-off" . The last thing he needed was for Yami to decide that he didn't like aeroplanes. Once the seatbelt sign went off, he'd let Yami take control, however as soon as it goes back on, Yami, along with all electrical equipment would be put away.
Finally the plane drew level and the sign flickered off. Yami blinked, staring at the PTV on the seat in front of him. 'What is this?'
Marik was severely annoyed. First security had tried to confiscate the Millennium Rod. Then he got told off for trying to send them to the Shadow Realm. Then the stupid spirit of the Millennium Ring stole his passport. And then, just to top it off nicely, he was stationed next to an old relic who was about to electrocute himself on the miniature television in front of him. Perfect. He'd almost rather be working at the museum with Ishizu yelling at him to clean his room.
Yami was successful in shattering the screen of the television, causing the flight attendant to come hurrying over in a panic.
'Sir, are you alright?' came the anxious voice. People would sue for just about anything these days.
Yami blinked haughtily and brushed shards of glass from his lap, 'yes, I am fine thank you very much. May I please have a different chair?'
Marik sighed in relief, however was sadly disappointed.
'I'm sorry sir, we have no spare seats'.
Brilliant. Not only was he stuck next to possibly the most arrogant person he'd ever met besides himself, but would have to avoid any glass shards that escaped the cleaning. Worse still, Yami may try to start a conversation.
Yami however, decided that the aeroplane was quite simply a noisy, boring experience and being a naturally benevolent pharaoh, returned control to Yugi so he may enjoy the flight. Yugi was most disgruntled at being kicked out of his Soul Room. While both Yugi and Yami could be in their Soul Rooms at the same time, it tended to have a negative affect on the people nearby. Something about Yugi appearing to literally be dead on his feet.
Much to the hikari's annoyance, his oh-so-beloved darker counterpart had somehow contrived to break the TV. Wonderful. Delving through his bag, Yugi dug out a magazine and proceeded to ignore Marik who was industriously making an army of paper aeroplanes and launching them towards where Ryou and Mokuba were sitting.
Yami Bakura was fascinated, staring out the window at the clouds and ocean far below them. Eyeing the wing of the plane, he was slightly disturbed by the amount it appeared to be waving up and down. Was it supposed to do that? After all, these devices hadn't existed in ancient Egypt and aviation was hardly a useful topic for a grave robber to study.
Not only was this factor laden on his concern, there was also the issue of the younger Kaiba brat. The kid had brought a massive green rucksack with him and it appeared to contain packets and packets of a white substance. Yami Bakura reasoned that it probably wasn't incredibly harmful, since Customs hadn't tried to confiscate it as well. Marik wasn't the only one who had nearly been relieved of their Millennium item.
Regardless of how dangerous the substance wasn't; it seemed to be having a strange affect on the child. Yami Bakura was no expert on children, having been inhabiting a piece of jewellery for the past five thousand years, but even he could tell that this one was becoming more and more hyperactive. The spirit pondered about informing the taller Kaiba brat of his sibling's apparent personality swing.
Casting a wary eye towards Mokuba, Yami Bakura was moderately interested to note that the kid's eyes had become considerably wider and glazed. Not only that, but his limbs were twitching. The tomb robber didn't like this at all. It was like watching a time bomb ticking down to zero (he'd taken out a subscription to a variety of magazines with Ryou's consent in order to catch up on new technology. What he failed to mention, was exactly what TYPE of technology he was interested in).
Being the dauntless thief that Yami Bakura is, he naturally chickened out and returned control to Ryou.
Ryou blinked dreamily, returning to consciousness after a pleasant sleep in his Soul Room. He then felt a persistent tapping on his elbow. Attempting to properly focus his eyes, Ryou looked down to see Mokuba with a wide grin on his face. Then he saw the bag of sugar. There was a paper aeroplane sticking out of what was left of the white powder.
'heyryouyou'rebacktonormaldoyouwanttoplayeyespywithmeordoyouwantohelpmemakem orepaperareoplanestothrowatmarikilikesugeribroughtlotsofsugarsetotoldmenotto bringanysopleasedon'ttellhimokdoyouwantsomesugar?!'
Ryou face-faulted and debated the chances of still remaining sane come the end of the flight.
*
The non-stop flight from Japan to Perth took approximately nine hours, leaving a collection of very tired, very conspicuous people clustered around baggage re-claim.
Seto was extremely annoyed. His laptop computer had crashed one hour into the flight, leaving him with no entertainment other than attempting to pull Mokuba off the ceiling. Mokuba's sugar rush had slightly worn off to the point that he was sitting on the conveyor belt, leaping off in time to avoid vanishing behind the plastic curtains. The security guards had given up trying to stop him. A wad of cash waved in front of them by the younger Kaiba who had hacked his older brother's bank account also helped.
Joey and Tristan were complaining loudly. As far as Yugi could tell from their otherwise incomprehensible ranting, they had not found the meals satisfactory. In fact, they hadn't even considered them to be meals. Considering what those two would eat, Yugi was quite impressed.
Tea was the only one still awake enough to recognise their bags, and was instantly awarded the joyous task of recovering their bags and placing them on the trolley. She was not exactly amused by this prize. There was also the fact that her hair had not appreciated being in the plane and was now so statically charged that it stuck out in manner startlingly similar to Yugi's.
Ryou and Marik were arguing. Actually, Yami Bakura and Marik were arguing. They had been doing this for the last four hours, when one of Marik's paper planes stabbed the tomb robber in the eye. Once the option of a Shadow Game was firmly stamped out, (Literally. Tea had had enough of Shadow Games and neither Yami Bakura nor Marik had the courage to say otherwise) they had locked into a battle of wits. The current score appeared to be a stalemate, however as it was a battle of wits, they were both already fighting a losing battle.
'AT LEAST I DIDN'T SPEND MY ENTIRE LIFE STUMBLING MUSTY OLD TOMBS BECAUSE I HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO!'
'YOU MORON! YOU'RE A BLOODY TOMBKEEPER!'
'I HAD NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER; YOU DID!'
'I HAPPEN TO BE THE BEST THEIF IN EGYPT!'
'IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T REALISED, THAT WAS IN ANCIENT TIMES! YOU'RE HISTORY! A FOSSIL! I COULD HAVE ISHIZU PUT YOU IN THE MUSEUM AS AN EXHIBIT!'
'YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY SENIORITY AND THEREFORE, SUPERIOR INTELLECT, SKILL AND WISDOM, HAH!'
It had been continuing in this annoying fashion for some time now, and everyone's ears had constructed a barrier in order to zone the offensive racket out.
At last the bags were collected, their passports stamped (after being returned to their rightful owners and appropriate officers brainwashed for those without due to useless yamis) and in no time at all, they were all waiting for another taxi.
Seto checked his watch irritably, 'they're late... They should have been here before we arrived'.
Mokuba swayed happily, the sugar still working its way through the bloodstream, 'can I sit on the roof?'
'Whatever'
"yay!'
'Hang on, no! I didn't mean that!'
Mokuba bounded towards the considerably bigger taxi that had just pulled up at the kerb, trying fruitlessly to jump onto the roof.
The driver glared at the small child attempting to use his van as a climbing frame, 'it's in the cab or on the pavement, your choice'.
Even in the sugar-enhanced daze, Mokuba was able to detect the thinly veiled threat and hopped inside, followed by Yugi, Ryou, Joey, Tristan and Tea. Seto leapt into the passenger seat, 'Observation Rise hotel'.
Just as the taxi-van started up, Mokuba called out from where he was more than slightly crushed between the van door and Yugi's bag, 'where's Marik?'
There was an outbreak of maniacal laughter. From the roof. The cab driver shook his head in disgust and swerved the van hard. The maniacal laughter was abruptly cut off and replaced with a loud thump and even louder cursing as Marik fell off and landed in the empty baggage trolley.
Regaining what little remained of his dignity, Marik winced as he unearthed the Millennium Rod as the thing that had broken his fall and possibly his spine. Hobbling over to the cab, he threw open the door and took his seat as quietly as possible, trying not to catch anyone's eye. Muffled snickering was clearly audible.
The cab driver sighed mentally. Observation Rise? Why not a psychiatric ward...
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wild-filly: first chapter done! Some rather interesting events planned in the form of tourist attractions, but please review and tell me what you think!