Chapter 3
The billionaire stood, long white coat billowing in the breeze as he swept his luxury brown hair to the side.
'Why'd you wreck my car nerds?' Kaiba interrogated, striding towards the two with omnipotent fury.
'Ah, Seto' Bakura mused, standing up straight and brushing the dust off his coat. 'Long time no see.'
'Why did you wreck my car Bakura? Shouldn't you be wallowing in the Shadow Realm right about now? Or have you come to get defeated again by one of the best duellists in the world?'
'One of the best? That's unlike you Seto, what happened to being the best?'
'Don't patronise me loser, Yugi is the current King of Games but soon he'll be nothing but the King of Lame. I will take my title back as the greatest duelist whose ever lived!'
'Then our interests collied' Marik jumped in 'we need to get to Domino City to be a part of Yugi's tournament too!'
Kaiba scoffed at that, sneering at the duo.
'Yeah, like I'm going to help you losers out. Bakura, do you remember when you kidnapped my brother and held him hostage on my rooftop? And you, you have the world's evilest dark side living inside of you that nearly killed all of us and wrecked my Battle City tournament, remember that? So remind me again why I should help either of you mess up my chance to finally beat the King of Games?'
Bakura and Marik looked at each other awkwardly while Kaiba watched with a satisfied smirk on his cruel lips.
'Because if you do, we'll help you beat Yugi' Marik said at last.
Kaiba burst out laughing, which was definitely not the response the duo was hoping for.
'How are you two losers going to help me beat the King of Games? Need I remind you that he has the three Egyptian God Cards as well as a deck that not even the Pharaoh could defeat?'
'Marik knows the Egyptian Gods inside and out' Bakura retorted, coming to his friends aid. 'He knows their individual weaknesses and strengths. As for Yugi's deck, I know his cards well from the time a part of my soul was set inside the Millennium Puzzle. I can tell you what combination he's going to use and when he'll use it.'
Kaiba thought for a moment, his index finger tapping the duel disk strapped to his forearm. Finally, he came to a decision. Kaiba pulled out his phone and dialled quickly.
'Yes, its me. Prep an extra two rooms on the White Dragon Mk IV, we're going to have some guests.'
Kaiba snapped the phone shut and glared at Marik and Bakura.
'Okay, you can come. But I need your word that neither of you losers will try and duel Yugi and win and report all your information to me.'
'You can count on us Mr. Kaiba sir!' Marik called in a parody soldier voice.
'I'm not even duelling, so no need to worry about me' Bakura added.
'Good, the less garbage I have to get through to get to Yugi, the better. Now come along losers, we need to get to the airport.'
'But, but we haven't packed anything! And what about my car?' Bakura questioned.
'Thats not my problem. As KaibaCorp employees, you will receive a maximum wage of ¥1,000 an hour with a ¥20,000 bonus now to buy clothes and whatever else you need, it'll all be transferred into your bank accounts by the time we're above Greece.'
'Don't you need our bank details or-'
'The hacking will give me something to do on the flight' Kaiba smirked. 'Now lets go, dweebs.'
Bakura turned to Marik who had the broad oblivious smile of a child on his face.
'Come on Bakura it'll be fun' Marik beamed as Bakura tutted and shook his head slowly.
After half an hour of tearing through the London streets, racing through red lights and Kaiba's harsh laughter at vexed drivers forced to step aside for the man who had it all. Marik and Bakura had tried to say goodbye to Duke before they left, but the ex-game shop owner was in a world all to his own and didn't hear them as Kaiba's sports car powered out of the street leaving only a skid-mark and a busted sedan to show that they had ever been there at all.
When the pair arrived at the private airstrip, a great hulking mass of white steel shaped into a plane was waiting for them. 'Woowwwwww' Marik admired, his eyes filled with wonder as Bakura cynically rolled his. 'Get on losers, we leave as soon as I say the word' Kaiba snapped and the two villains bundled themselves inside the luxury compartments. The rooms were of the highest standard, satin sheets, velvet cushions, leather seats, sheepskin carpet and a tv that almost took up the entire wall. 'Bakura check this place out! They have everything here, even pillow chocolates!' Marik snatched up on the foiled delights and popped it into his mouth with a satisfying chew. Bakura stood there, bemused and amused while also trying not to look impressed. 'Yes very flamboyant Marik' Bakura mumbled 'but if you don't mind me I'm going down to the bar.'
'They have a bar?' Marik squealed, his mouth still full of chocolate.
Several hours in flight, and Marik was already drunk. He had tried to match Bakura shot for shot but after spending most of his life living underground, Marik had found little time to properly develop a drinking habit. Bakura on the other hand was a master, still going strong at a dozen by the time Marik was literally under the table. 'Bahkunra I downt feel sho well' Marik said before vomiting violently on of the Kaiba's bouncers. To give the guard some credit, he did not even blink, but whatever shoes he was wearing were lost underneath a messy pile of what looked like porridge and carrot. 'Why must I always do this?' Bakura grumbled, heaving a paralytically drunk Marik off the floor and half carrying half dragging him to his room. 'You know it wouldn't kill you to lend a hand' Bakura spat at the henchmen. No response. 'Typical' Bakura sighed as he made it to the stairs. Marik was giggling incessantly and wobbling his arms in Bakura's grasp as if they were made of gelatine and toothpicks. Bakura heaved a little harder until he finally threw Marik into their joint room. Marik collapsed face first on the beaded rolled around on the satin sheets, smearing them with vomit and dribble. 'Urgh' Bakura complained grabbing Marik by the arm and a kitchen towel in the other. He began wiping the liquid substances off Marik's face and t-shirt in a almost motherly fashion. 'You're a mess Marik' Bakura grumbled.
'You're the mesh' Marik mumbled, his read rocking back and forth. 'Hey Baskura?'
'What is it Marik?'
There was an awkward pause as if Marik was preparing to say some deep inspiration speech. What actually happened was Marik leant forward and kissed him.
Bakura was stunned as Marik's vomit stained lips touched his. After the shock wore off, Bakura finally realised what was happening and pushed Marik off. 'Buh wah?' Marik moaned as he fell back onto the bed. 'Marik you're drunk so you probably won't remember this conversation, but next time you kiss me, don't be covered in your own vomit and be bloody piss drunk!'
'Shure thing Bakurhaaaazzzzzz…' And with that, Marik passed out into a coma-like sleep. Bakura looked over him, unimpressed. 'What on earth am I going to do with you' Bakura sighed before throwing the sheet over his Egyptian friend and closing the door.
