A/N: Written for LadyBlackwell on the YGO Fanfiction Contest forums. xD It takes place right after Yami no Malik kills Mr. Ishtar and Malik and Rishid leave.

And yes, the title is quite silly. XD

(Pssst. YGO belongs to a bunch of people who're not me. :P)

Malik fidgeted, his hand loosely gripping one of the poles in the bus. He kept glancing out of the window, and all the colors whizzing by made him feel a little dizzy. This was too different from underground, too...fast. He felt sick.

"Passengers leaving at this stop, please step off now," the PA announced. Malik checked to make sure the Rod was still in his belt loop, then made sure Rishid was following him as he made his way to the front of the bus. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was nervous. Cairo was a big place, and far enough away from the tombkeepers' tomb, but he couldn't fully suppress the fear that one of the keepers would be out for whatever reason, would see him and ask what he was doing..Having Rishid there made him feel better, if only a little.

"Hand me the map," Malik ordered. Moments later, the folded map was passed to him wordlessly, and he quickly opened it to see where they were. He mumbled to himself as he followed one of the routes displayed through the bustling crowds, clearly uncomfortable.

Eventually, they emerged from the main square, looking a bit worse for wear but otherwise unharmed. Malik still had his nose stuck in the map, muttering something to himself and occasionally wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He hadn't realized it would be so hot, or he would have come later in the day.

He lowered the map for a second to ascertain where they were; various little shops lined the sides of the road. One over there sold jewelry, another one sold groceries, yet another had books and magazines...

..And then there was an automobile store. Malik stared with wide eyes at the vehicle in the window; it looked just like that one he had seen in the magazine a few days ago when Ishizu had taken him out. He started wandering toward it slowly, nearly pressing his face against the glass for a better look.

It was so...shiny. Black and silver and so very sleek.

Such a beautiful motorcycle.