Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me, and honestly, were you surprised?
Okay, I see that nobody has guessed the theme of each chapter title. They're all song titls. The first person that guesses which one wrote each song gets... an E-cookie.
Marik and Bakura walk onto the bus when it shows up, and collapse onto the front seats the minute they walk in.
"Don't fall asleep, you guys, there's a job to be done." said Ron.
"Ugghh... if you don't mind, we want to get a little sleep before we get to the first house." Marik slurred.
"Yeah, we got about 2 or 3 hours of sleep, give us a break." Bakura said, about half asleep.
"No can do, you guys have to be alert when they come in, they won't give you a break." Ron said, trying to jar them awake.
"5 more minuughgghhh..." Marik falls asleep where he sits.
The bus arrives at Jesse's house, and Jesse gets on the bus.
"Why are they laid out like that?" Jesse asked Ron.
"They got no sleep last night."
"Well, good, then they'll be quiet."
"Kiss my... uhhh...uuuh." Bakura started to say, but went out before he could get it out. Ew.
Jesse walks to the back of the bus. A few minutes later, Jerry gets on the bus and sits down. About five kids later, the bus has erupted again, forcing Marik and Bakura to wake up.
"Okay, you little SHITHEADS! SHUT UP!" Marik roars, silencing everyone on the bus.
"Are you going to make us?" Bert asked cynically.
"Listen up, you dickfaced little sack of worthless garbage, just once, JUST ONCE, give us a goddamn break! We got almost NO SLEEP, and we don't feel like dealing with you right now!" Bakura screamed into Bert's face.
"As soon as you can find a way to make me, I'll shut up."
"To hell with this!" Marik declares, as Derek gets on the bus.
Marik punches Bert as hard as he can in the arm, and grabs him up by the collar.
"You have NO IDEA how much HELL me and Bakura can bring you! We have the power to throw every kid on this bus into an infinite abyss of indescribable torment and pain, and right now, we're in the MOOD to send a kid or two into that place!"
Marik shoves him back down into his seat. Bakura goes over to Bert, who is clearly shaken.
"Now, what are you going to tell mommy when she asks you about that bruise?" Bakura asks Bert, menacingly.
"I... fell." Bert says.
"Good. Very good." Bakura walks over to where Marik is sitting and they fall asleep again.
"That... was... the COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!" Damien screams out to no one.
The last two kids get on the bus, and a ruckus is made anew. Damien and Laura are arguing, Mary steals Bert's skateboard, but Bert doesn't do anything about it. So Marik does.
"Give me that, Mary." Marik snatches the skateboard away and gives it to Bert.
"Hey, bitch, maybe you should quit talking, then I wouldn't hate you so much!" Damien teased... yeah, couldn't think of a better verb.
"You're so mean, it's no wonder you have no friends and stuff." Laura shot at him.
"The darkness is all I need."
"He he, I like that kid. Hey, Garrett! Quit messing with those two kids!" Marik commanded.
"Derek and Cossandra? Who gives a damn whether I mess with them or not?" Garrett snidely asked. Bakura gets up and stand next to Mark
"Listen, I've said this before, and I'll say it again: We could give one crap less what you do while we aren't around, but as long as were here, we want ABSOLUTE ORDER! And that means, NO BEING SHITTY WHATSOEVER! If you want to pester those kids, do it on your time, not ours, because we aren't going to DEAL WITH IT!! Am I clear?" Bakura asked.
"Screw you, I'll do what I want, when I want, and how I want to. And no British albino or crazy hobo will tell me what to do!" Garrett shouted back.
"Crazy hobo? You WANT to be sent into eternal abyss?! Because I'll do it!" Marik threatened, his hand on his Millenium Rod... you know which one I'm talking about, you pervs.
"Abyss?! Do you honestly think you could make my life shittier?! Listen, I live with my DAD! My drunk, angry, abusive dad, who almost ran over me when I was nine, who always buys a six pack for my birthday, and for Christmas I get a goddamn CIGAR! See this mark on my head?! It's from him knocking me out with a baseball bat when I tried to break my curfew of 5:00, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was sober, he'd have beaten me to DEATH! So don't you DARE tell me you can make my life worse!" Garrett rants at Marik, pointing a shaking finger at both of them. Then he sits back down. Marik and Bakura look at each other, then bust out laughing.
"WHAT?!" Garrett screamed bitterly.
"We know you're full of shit, kid, Ron told us about your dad. You live in the suburbs with a dad who works as a janitor and your mom who doesn't work. You're poor, not abused, you lying crybaby." Marik said, chuckling.
"Yeah, Ron told us you'd try to pull that, and you did. So, congratulations, you just embarrassed yourself in front of an entire bus full of sixth-graders." Bakura sneered, going back to the front of the bus as the bus pulls in front of the school. After the kids get out of the bus, Ron hands Marik another baggie.
"And this time, don't use EVERY BIT OF IT." Ron emphasized.
"Okay, whatever." Bakura said halfheartedly.
"See you at 3:00!"
Ron drops Marik and Bakura off at their place.
TO BE CONTINUED!
