Jumping right into part 2!
Stay quiet, stay close." Malik pushed open the door. They moved quietly through the hall. The blonde stopped the group upon meeting a corner, hearing voices beyond it.
"Do we really have to wait for reinforcements to come before we catch Puma?"
"We need all the guards we can get with him."
"Just seems like some cross dressing prick to me."
They laughed.
'Keep giggling officers...' He silently reached in his back pocket, pulling out a his pocket knife. He heard a noise behind him. Damn he had to act before the guards. He stood up, running for the guard. He kicked the first one to the ground, grabbing the gun of the second. He slammed backwards, crashing the man into the wall. He brought his arm up shooting out the cameras on the wall. They had to leave fast. He elbowed the guy in the gut, stealing his gun and backing away, "Let's go. Fuck being quiet. The objective is escape now."
They ran down the hall. They stopped at an elevator.
"Bakura, what the hell are you doing?" He said hearing pages flipping. That was the noise from before.
"Writing."
"Not the time." He said, rolling up his sleeves. He pushed open the elevator doors.
Kisara grinned, "Someone's strong, eh?"
"Meh. So we jump down the shaft to the third floor."
"Jump?" Bakura asked.
"Jump, fall, plummet, any word you choose but stop at the third floor."
"Not like we'd know."
Malik frowned, "It's the- nevermind you two jump to the bottom."
"We jump to the what?" Not everyone was a ninja of the sort.
"Jump to ground floor. Pry open the doors-"
"Pry what! We aren't like you!" He yelled.
"Shh! Fine!" He jumped into the shaft.
"Don't leave me, babe!" Kisara dived in after him.
"Hey, you assholes!" He followed.
Kisara laughed falling, "I'm flying!"
"You're crashing! Can't you tell direction!"
"I know the difference between right and left!"
"Do you really?"
She nodded, "One of boobs is a little bigger on one side, my right side."
"It's always ass and titties with you!" Bakura folded his arms.
"I got ass and titties! And big booty bitches!" She sung.
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"How bout you both can it or I'll shut both of you up!"
"Yes, Malik..."
He landed on his feet, standing up. Now they just had to-
"Incoming!"
"Eh?"
Kisara fell into his arms. Bakura unluckily fell face first into the floor.
"Okay there, Mr. Journalist?"
"Screw you."
Malik looked at Kisara, tapping his foot. She smiled at him, nervously. He looked a little mad. Like she said earlier he's scary when he's mad. He dropped her on her ass, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, fuck. My porcelain buttocks!"
The blonde just wanted to leave the damned jail. He opened the elevator doors, slowly. He peeked out the door, the receptionist was on the phone. Quite a few guards marched in.
"Malik! The elevator!"
He looked to see the elevator descending above him. He blinked, throwing his arm up. Kisara rushed to save him, closing her eyes preparing to be crushed. Yet Bakura had grabbed her. She hit and scratched his hands. Malik was going to-
"Calm down and actually bloody look." He said.
She really didn't want to see it. She hesitantly opened up one eye. And the other shot open at the sight. Malik was actually holding up the car, still peeking out the door.
"Mr. Journalist! How's he-"
"Don't ask me."
"Mal-"
"Shh!" The blonde hissed. They guards were asking for the floor and the receptionist said there was a disturbance on the second floor with the elevator, meaning they were to apprehend all suspects. The guards headed for the staircase.
"Now." He pried the door a little more, "Go. Stay low."
"Got cha!" Kisara bent down and crawled out.
Bakura looked at Malik, "How will you get from under that?"
"If it crashes me, what will happen?"
"You'll d- nevermind." Good point.
"I have some other business. You guys go get a vehicle."
"How do I know you won't escape off by yourself?"
"I've remained loyal to you all these years. So loyal the counterpart to the ribbon I gave you, holds me together." Holds him together? "I won't leave here on my own. Even if that means just getting the two of you out."
"You're getting out too. We'll leave and visit Mum."
Malik smiled, "Sure." He didn't say that too confident. Bakura crawled out. Kisara was already down the hall. She had the dumbest hand motions the world had ever seen. He mouthed he couldn't understand.
"I CAN'T READ LIPS!"
"Who's that!"
Bakura groaned, standing and running. Kisara booked it.
"I'm going to have to start calling you an idiot again!"
"Sorry!"
They ran aimlessly through the halls, knowing there was at least a dozen guards following them.
"Kisara, I think we should turn the corner!"
Kisara looked around as they ran, she saw a door and a corner. Might as well turn the corner, "Alright!"
They turned the corner of the hallway.
BANG!
What? She turned to see Bakura on the ground. No, they couldn't have-
BANG!
Where did those bullets go? She looked at Bakura, no motion, no movement yet...She looked down at herself.
"No..." She panted out, falling to the ground.
Dead End? Start again.
"Kisara, I think we should turn the corner!"
Wait- She felt her forehead. No bullet hole... What could have...
"Kisara-"
"Through the door!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yea!" They ran into the room. Bakura quickly shoved a chair underneath the door knob. Kisara turned to see a blueprint on the desk laying out the structure.
"Bakura."
"Huh?"
"Look! Look!"
He walked over, staring at the map, "We need to go to the militia garage-" He was cut off by a loud rumbling, spects of the ceiling came down.
Kisara coughed at the dust and shook her head trying to get it off. This action caused Bakura to be slapped the sixth time today yet by hair.
"Cut it out! You are no dog!"
"You need those things on four legs? The big things?"
"That's a horse!"
She shrugged, scratching her side.
"You filthy little- Stop it!" He slapped her hand down.
"Gods!" She groaned out, "Stop being so stuck up!"
"Stop acting like a street rat!"
Kisara blinked then grabbed his shirt, "Those are fighting words where I come from, buddy. Watch it." She threw him back. She hovered over the desk.
"Hm...here." She grabbed a red pen, "We need to go here." She circled the room.
Bakura followed her marking, "Alright." Best not to address before.
They walked to the door peeking out momentarily to see no guards. They sprinted down the hallways. Kisara seemed to take the lead, mumbling all sorts of letters.
"How do you know where we're going?"
"I memorized the blueprint by abbreviation of each room name considered they are labeled."
"Wow."
She smiled, "Boi, Boiler room which is 12 doors from the garage, two hallways away."
"You're like a computer."
"I prefer a sponge sucking up knowledge."
"Or a computer."
"Yea a computer!" They turned the corner, creeping down the hall. There were two guards blocking the door.
"I'll distract them." Kisara said.
"No, I got this." Bakura nonchalantly walked in front of the guards, "Yo."
The guards pointed their guns at him, "What authorization do you have?"
"Hold up a tick, I just want to ask a question."
The guards looked at each other, "...Go ahead."
He cleared his throat, "What am I?"
"...An albino."
"No, my eyes are brown and my skin is fine in the light."
"Huh? But you're so pale..."
"I know," His eye twitched a little. He hated that adjective, it made him sound sick or something, "What am I!"
"I uh-"
"I don't belong anywhere! I'm not albino but my pigment says otherwise but my chemical makeup disagrees! I'm an anomaly! A fucking anomaly!"
"Uh-"
"WHAT AM I!"
"I dunno anymore!" The guard cried out, falling to their knees. What an idiot. He saw Kisara tiptoeing for the door.
"What's my fucking classification! I don't belong!"
"You don't belong!"
He screamed followed by the guard in tears. Kisara grinned, sneaking in. She walked around, looking at all the vehicles. A tank? No. A business car? No. She spun around and found it! The car! The perfect vehicle for them an army 'Jeep' (brand is nonexistent).
"The Adventure- mobile!" She hopped in. Oops she need a key. She shrugged it off, "They didn't call me Blue Eyed White Phantom for nothing!" She crouched down and began hot wiring the car. It wouldn't take long either.
"Kisara!"
"Here, Mr. Journalist!"
He ran up next to her.
"That was quick!"
"I give them a snippet of my bio and they burst into tears."
"Damn." She grinned, connecting the wires. The engine purred in gratitude.
"You driving?"
"Oh yea!"
He jumped into the passenger seat.
"GET BACK HERE YOU BEAUTIFUL FREAK OF NATURE!"
"Drive."
She put her foot to the gas, roughly. They sped through the faculty. Kisara was clearly just showing off.
"Kisara, slow down!" Bakura yelled over the wind.
"Wait, but look at this!" She drove them in a circle, spinning the car around. Bakura swore he going to throw up and kill her afterwards, "CUT IT OUT!"
"WOOOO!" She stopped spinning and sped from the garage.
"Kisara - oh gods!" He covered his mouth.
"We need Malik right?" She made a sharp turn, attempting to circle the building.
"PULL OVER OR YOU WILL BE APPREHENDED AND IMMEDIATELY SENTENCED TO EXECUTION!" A helicopter flew above them, shinning a blinding light. Probably a news station's chopper, considering how basic it was. Bakura stared at it. So they were broadcasting this? Great...
Kisara grinned, putting on her sunglasses, coat flapping in the wind. She stood up and threw her middle finger to the sky, "FUCK YOU, KAIBA CORP CAN EAT MY SH-"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH, KID!"
"Malik?"
Said man was standing on the roof looking rather bored.
"HEY HUN!"
"Hi."
She stared at him, "IS THAT BLOOD?"
He looked at his shirt, and tasted it, "Yup."
"OH."
"WILL YOU QUIT BLOODY SCREAMING! DRIVE THE DAMN CAR!"
She cried out, slamming her foot on the gas once more, "Malik! I'm going to the front! Come down!" She yelled, driving.
"PULL OVER THIS INSTANCE OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO SHOOT!"
Bakura shook his head, "They're just fucking around. They don't mean it-"
The side view mirror was shot.
"Fuck you!" Kisara threw up her finger again.
"Are they seriously shooting at us! A teen and a very handsome looking journalist!"
"You could have added more uh adjectives for my description."
"Oh well." He said, pulling out his journal, crouching down.
The military truck drove next to them, ramming into their own.
"Hey!"
The truck tried to push them into the wall.
"Kisara!" Bakura said face to face with the brick.
"I'm on it!" She pushed harder on the gas pedal, pushing them closer into the wall. The door scraped against it sparking.
"Kisara!"
"On it, dammit!" She cried out. They were going to be crushed to death.
"KIS-"
She shifted the gears in reverse, sending the truck ahead of them into the wall. She sped forward before they were trapped in the explosion.
"Look at the sight!"
Bakura looked up to see the helicopter filming everything.
"Foreigners are actually defeating Kaiba Corp! What an excitingly amazing feat!"
Were they...excited? Maybe the people are sick of Kaiba Corp too?
"Looks like we're heroes!" Kisara grinned.
"Nothing like that. The news just wants views."
"I guess." She drove back to the foreground, "MALIK! I can't see him, where is he-"
"There!"
Kisara looked up, "He can fly, Bakura!" He jumped off the building and was flying towards them.
"He's descending, you direction confused hooligan!"
"Hooligan?"
Bakura stood on the seats, arms out. Malik crashed into him, making them fall into the back seat.
"Hey, babe!" The girl laughed, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Should've felt like hell cus ya fell on a demon!" She cackled at her own joke. She just received two clearly annoyed groans.
Bakura groaned, sitting up. He met Malik halfway of the both trying to get up. He noticed the blonde had a bag, must have been why he was so heavy. He climbed back into the passenger seat, "Let's go."
The sirens went off, "ESCAPE IN PROCESS. CLOSE ALL FORMS OF-" There was a sound of a struggle.
"Hn. Good thing I let out all those criminals huh?" Malik shrugged, pulling out a carton of cigarettes. Kisara and Bakura looked at him, "Say anything you want about us crooks, we always pay our dues." He lit the toxic stick with a match, "Especially to Puma."
"..."
"Drive."
She turned around, driving to the gates.
"BRUNO!"
The gates opened up. Bakura took note every criminal stood on the sides of the gates like soldiers in formation. Malik stood up and threw his fist up, "Salutations."
"Return safely, Sir!" They bowed.
"At ease, men! Go ahead, Kisara." He sat down.
She smashed her foot on the gas. The drove down main street, the direct route to the dome entrance.
"What was-"
"Everyone bows down to Puma." He blew smoke.
"That was fucking awesome! They worship you!"
He shrugged, "Takes time."
"I wanna be a crime boss!"
"No!" Malik and Bakura yelled at her. Gods, no.
The medium noticed some lights, "Company."
As soon as he said that more trucks appeared.
"Damn!" Kisara turned onto another street to lose them. The attempt was futile, "We need to slow them down!"
"Got it." Malik pulled up his bag, "Say hello to Mama." He pulled out a semi-automatic.
"When did you find the time to-"
"I didn't find Mama, Mama found me." He said, shooting the tires to the truck.
The truck flipped over and exploded, cutting off the other truck. Kisara drove back to Main street. Another helicopter appeared. Who ever was running Kaiba Corp invested in a lot of weapons.
The military helicopter shot at them from above.
Kisara seemed to be very happy at the sound of gunshots as Bakura looked like he made the biggest mistake of his life coming to Hermania. He probably should have stayed inside.
Malik, well. Malik finally felt free again. He felt his heart beat for once in years, that freedom he'd search for in all the wrong places. This felt right. He could finally shake off the darkness, he was free.
"Bloody hell, I just want to go home." Snapped him from his trance. Bakura and Kisara were both fucking their heads at the fear of being shot. He stood up.
"Get down, Mal-"
He leaped from the truck, landing on the nose of the machine. The pilot screamed. He placed his palm on the window. The glass shattered immediately at the contact, he reached and pushed the pilot from the helicopter, most likely breaking majority of his bones. He slammed his fist into the control panel, breaking it.
He jumped back to the ground. He sprinted towards the truck, leaping back into the back seat. Kisara stared at him through the rear mirror.
"What are-"
"Not exactly human."
"...oh." She went back to watching the road. That was interesting. He was so magical so majestic, so awesome like that oversized dog with a horn (unicorn).
"Can you do it slower next time so I can write all the actions down." Bakura grumbled.
"I'll try." Malik rolled his eyes.
Kisara laughed, "He'll do it in slow-mo!" She said.
"DID YOU SEE THAT FOLKS!" The newscaster from the helicopter yelled.
"Malik, take them down. I don't want them broadcasting my story."
"Oh let them have their fun. This is the most fun they've filmed since the circus came last year."
"Puma~" Malik looked over to his side, "Mai?"
"Hey, hun! Got your shit for you!" She threw him their bags.
"Thanks Mai."
She smiled, "You just better put in something about Jurleichn! Matter of fact, go to Jurleichn!"
"Where's that?"
"Beyond the ruins of Bridgal!" A voice piped up from behind Mai.
"Flora?"
She stood up some to be remotely seen, "Hi Namu!"
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you! Here!" She threw a box to him. It was his musicbox, "I know how you love it!"
"The little munchkin took photos following you when you left the tea shop."
"Don't say it like I'm a stalker! I thought you were kidnapped!"
Bakura scoffed, "He is kidnapped!"
Malik rolled his eyes, "Was kidnapped. He bought me."
"You...were bought? OH JOYOUS DAY! OH ME, OH MY! I KNEW YOU'D GET BOUGHT! I KNEW IT!"
"Really?" He said boredly.
"YESSIR! I WAS TELLING THE OTHERS CONSTANTLY! I KNEW!" She laughed, "I said to them, 'You know Namu's soon to be bought. They said 'Him?! Not with that disgusting, untrustworthy attitude!'"
"What the fuck did they say!"
"Huh? Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that part!"
Bakura looked back, "Picture lady?"
Flora blinked, "Oh it's you! I took the family photo of you! Oh joy! Who would have it was you! Oh congrats, Sir!"
"Let me guess you want a invite to the ceremony, too?"
"What fucking ceremony!" Malik was ready to punch in a wall.
"Question about the ceremony! Can I bring a guest?" Mai asked.
"They have to RSVP too."
Flora raised her hand, "Chicken or fish?"
"I prefer red meat yet cost wise we might side the leaner meats to serve. He doesn't eat meat so there also has to be vegetarian friendly."
They nodded.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bakura shook his head, "This needs to be discussed, dear."
"Don't call me that! I'm not marrying you! I don't even-"
"Gate ahead!" Kisara yelled.
"I'll see what I can do up ahead." Mai drove off.
Bakura turned to Malik, "You don't what?" He glared at him. He had that look in his eyes that meant to just agree with everything he said.
"Heh...I don't even why we can't have red meat too!" He nervously chuckled.
"Me either. We'll afford it somehow." He smirked. Malik wanted to jump out the car and die but he'd come back. He always would. Dammit! Kisara slowly drove in front of the gate.
"No one move suddenly." She whispered.
"Why?"
"We're completely surrounded." There was a guard on every rooftop, standing along the wall of Hermania. A crowd of people came to watch the aftermath, running from any and every district. A man dressed in a very decorated uniform like that of a general. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" The man yelled, "IF I SEE ANY ACTIONS I DEEM SUSPICIOUS, YOU WILL ME SHOT TO DEATH! DO YOU HEAR ME MEN, BE READY TO SHOOT A MOMENTS NOTICE!"
"SIR, YESSIR, GENERAL WHEELER, SIR!"
"What are we going to do?" Bakura whispered.
Malik rolled his eyes, "Try playing possum."
"You must be the best at that game, aren't you?"
"...screw you."
"SLOWLY STEP FROM THE CAR!"
"What the fuck are we-"
Kisara kicked open the door, "I have a plan." Malik and Bakura looked at each other and did the same.
"HANDS UP!"
They angrily raised their hands.
"Ki-"
"YO, GENERAL!" She yelled. She heard every hammer of every gun click, "SIR, I HAVE A QUESTION! MAY I ASK YOU?"
General Wheeler stared at her, "Go ahead, child!"
"I've spent a while in Hermania, explored a lot of it too. I want to know how you do it?"
"How I do what?"
"Live with yourself." Kisara raised her head, "YOU SIR BACK AND WATCH THE WORLD CRUMBLE WITHOUT LIFTING A HELPING HAND YET A GUN! THE REIGN OF KAIBA CORP HAS CORRUPTED THESE PEOPLE INTO BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY PROTECTING THEM! YOU PROBABLY LOCK UP HUNDREDS OF CRIMINALS A DAY YET THE REAL CRIMINALS ARE OUTSIDE THIS DOME, THIS CAGE! WHY IS EVERYONE WILLING TO BE CAGED BECAUSE OF THE MONSTER OUT THERE BUT TELL ME THIS IS THE BEASTS OUT THERE AS BAD THE DECEITFUL LIARS IN HERE!"
The people stared wide-eyed at her. The reporter shut his mouth for the first time this evening. No guard pulled a trigger.
"ANSWER ME!" She panted.
The man took off his hat, "Kaiba Corp keeps the peace. Sennen starts the chaos. We need to shield ourselves from their tyrannical misconceptions."
"WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS OUT THERE! WHAT ABOUT THE INNOCENT! ARE WE S'POSE TO FORGET THEM! WHAT ABOUT OUR FAMILIES RIPPED APART, OUR CULTURES DESTROYED, OUR INDIVIDUALITY HAS BEEN CRUSHED! YOU HAVE STRIPPED THESE PEOPLE OF TRUST, HERITAGE, FAMILY, COMFORT, BUT MOST OF ALL THEIR FREEDOM! AND IN MY HOMETOWN FREEDOM IS THE LAW! THE FREEDOM TO ALL THESE THINGS YET EVEN MORE...TO FUCKING LIVE! SO TELL ME, GENERAL! HOW DO YOU LIVE WHILE RESTRICTING THESE PEOPLE TO DO SO."
The general stared at her. How the hell was this child? Why would she-
Mai and Flora walked into the circle. Mai touched her shoulder, "SHE SPEAKS TRUTH! NO MAN OR GOVERNMENT SHOULD DICTATE OR OVERRIDE OUR OVERALL SENSE OF LIFE! A GOVERNMENT IS NOT MEANT TO OPPRESS YET TO PROTECT! AND OUR GOVERNMENT HAS FAILED US GREATLY! MAY THIS DAY BE THE FIRST DAY WE TAKE BACK WHAT WAS STOLEN! DAMNED BE THE FUTURE OF WORRY AND FEAR, WE WILL FIGHT FOR OUR LIVES AND OTHERS SO THAT ONE DAY WE MAY LIVE TRUE, REAL LIFE!"
"I want to see my family!" A woman cried out.
"I want to learn the language of my grandmother!" A man yelled.
"I want those damned cameras out my house!"
"Me too! I just don't want to live worrying I'm doing something against the law!"
"I want to live freely!"
"Yea!"
An uproar started amongst the crowd, "FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!" They chanted. A riot started. The citizens started to fight the guards. Freedom, I suppose, gives people bravery.
That riot turned into a Civil War lasting 4 years, which is short considering the civil wars in our time. They called that first uproar: The First Day We Lived. That speech is remembered as: Blind Man's First Sight. Mai and Flora went on to- I'm getting ahead of myself! You will have to wait for that!
Location: Eternal Plain a.k.a Field Of Crosses
Time: 1:02 a.m.
Group Status: Liberated
"Kisara, you fucking genius!" Bakura smirked, driving, "I taught you everything you know of course."
She grinned, scratching her head. Malik patted her head, "I'm very proud of of you." He smiled. Kisara blushed bright red.
"Well, yea..." She sighed, happily, "Where to next Mr. Journalist?"
"Devonshire! We're paying Mummy a visit."
Kisara completely beamed, "YAHOO! I'M GONNA MEET MR. JOURNALIST'S MOM!"
"Isis?"
"What Ryou?" She moved her game piece.
"Your windows are so oddly blurry. Why not clean them?"
She looked at him, "Because that's not grime. It's people."
The Angel gasped.
"Not people people. Souls. The souls that cling to me that I cast out."
"What type?"
"I used to attract regretful souls now all I get are lost souls, a far more pitiable bunch."
"How so?"
"Lost souls have no purpose on any spiritual or human plain."
"Isis...I followed your spiritual energy here but where is this home located?"
The psychic shrugged, "I hardly know anymore."
"Why did you build your house here then?"
"I didn't. I was sentenced here."
Ryou stared at her. What in the heavens did she do for such a punishment?
"God saw his children on a pathway to doom
He weeped for he knew they'd die by Spring's first noon.
So he thought to himself to end their lives
And keep the strong villagers reputation and pride.
So tell me now, in your sight?
Tell me now was God right?"
"Tricky one:
Fate never changes, they were destined to die
But blessed are they who show humble pride
They died not by their own human hand
And in the end it was God's holy plan.
So in conclusion God was right
And this is true in my gracious sight."
"How flowery." Isis smiled.
Ryou blushed, "Well I take pride in defending my lord!"
"Heh, I guess you have to take pride in something."
"What do you take pride in Isis?"
She tapped her fingers on the table thinking, "All my decisions thus far. I have not a single regret."
Ryou looked at his hands. If she repented for her sins would she still be locked in this home? If she felt sorry would she be set free. Whatever she did must have been truly sinful...
Also, I have a couple of one-shots I'm working on or thinking about doing, all Thiefshipping if that excites you. There's an Office one based off of the U.S version of the Office. One setting in the Great Depression (Malik has a U.S southern accent which is fun to write.) The others are set in Italy, Salem Witch Trials, Prison, and high school! If you'd like to see one of these please say it in a review or message me about it! Choose whichever one you'd like to see the most.
