Time Skip
Chapter 9
"Alright, today we head out to X-Con. Does everyone have their things?" I asked. Various responses cut through the silence of 5:00 in the morning.
"Then ALL ABOARD! HA HA HA HA HA!" I quoted, channeling my best impression of Ozzy Osbourne.
We all boarded the Animobile, with me in the driver's seat. I was wearing a black shirt with the Dark Magician on it, tan cargo shorts, and black sandals.
"Remember, I'm gonna be plugged in for most of the time, so if you need me, tap my shoulder." I put on a large pair of black headphones and started the RV. I plugged in the headphone jack to my iPhone and turned out of my driveway, driving out of Wellesey and onto the interstate.
We had been driving for about an hour on the Massachusetts Turnpike when we approached our first toll booth. I pulled into the appropriate lane and waited to play our toll.
While I was waiting, I looked over to the next lane, and my heart nearly stopped. In the next lane over was what looked like a pink 1960 something convertible. And it contained about 5 fangirls, laughing loudly and making references in what I believe to be a moderate downeast Maine dialect. The vehicle seemed sickeningly familiar, but at the moment I couldn't pinpoint it. Apparently Marik could, though.
"Hey! That's the Marikmobile! What are those girls doing with it?!" he balked.
Ah yes, the Marikmobile. His choice of transport from 'Marik And Bakura Go To Censored Town'. I like that fanfic, it was funny. But before I could warn Marik about talking to them, he had his head out the passenger window.
"Hey! Hey ladies!" he yelled over to the other car. I leaned over and grabbed his hoodie vest, pulling him back in.
"You idiot! Don't talk to fangirls! Especially Maine fangirls! They're relentless!" I warned, and rolled up the window. I pulled ahead, paid the toll, and drove off.
"Think, man!" I scolded. He pouted and went to the back to the booth dinette.
Roughly two hours later, we arrived on the edge of New York City. It was roughly 10:00 AM.
"Hey, you can drive, right Marik?" I asked.
"Of course! Wait, why?" he asked.
"Because I need someone to drive through the heart of New York City while I pull a 'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower'".
"What?!" he balked.
"I don't need you to do it just yet. Just as we're passing through Times Square."
"Wait a minute. You want one of us to drive an RV through the heart of New York City so you can stand on a ladder and pretend you're flying?! Are you mad?!" Bakura balked.
"Thief, I might be!" I said. "Look, will you do it or not? The coordinates are already plugged into the GPS. All you have to do is follow the blue line."
"I guess...But you owe me one." he said.
"Yay!" I cheered. "I'll pay you back when we get to Hershey Park."
"We're going to Hershey Park?! OMG, I've always wanted to go to a theme park! Isn't that right, Bakura?"
Bakura just grunted.
"Don't sound so sour, Bakura. They have this cute little sky lift ride. It'll be romaaantic!~" I teased. I swear I could hear him blush.
Yami chuckled a little at my comment, which nearly started a fistfight. I had to wait until we got in a traffic jam to separate the two, because I was afraid Yugi would get hurt, and Marik was just laughing at them.
We finally got out of the traffic jam, and we're almost upon Times Square. Marik took over the driving while I pulled out my phone to film. I pulled down the ladder leading to the skylight and opened the roof. I held the phone up and pressed record.
As close as I lived to NYC, I had never visited the inner city before. It was breathtaking. Modern skyscrapers towered so high I couldn't see the top. People crammed the sidewalks, going about their daily business. So many cars crammed the traffic lanes that the tops seemed to create a solid sheet of metal.
Though looking to the rear of us, there seemed to be one car without a roof. I zoomed in to get a closer look, and was horrified to see that it was that same convertible from the toll booth. I stopped recording, put the phone in my pocket, and slid down the ladder, folding it back up and putting it away.
"Marik, how long until we get out of here?" I asked.
"In this traffic, about 15 minutes. Why?" he replied.
"I just spotted the Marikmobile again. I think they're following us."
"Gypsy, I think you're overreacting." Yami said.
"You don't understand, Yami. That car is filled with Maine fangirls, the most ruthless variety in the US. They will pursue you to the end of the earth and back, never stopping until they get what they want."
"That does seem bad. But surely they're not as bad as you make them out to be."
"My cousin is a Maine fangirl. I used to adore her, even though she'd long since turned her back on me. She belongs to a fandom for an anime called Pandora or something. Her and her friends have zero filter and no dignity, and have often said that they would pursue their crushes until they exhaust themselves. Said crushes seem to have a limitless amount of energy thanks to a spiritual bond with Shinigami."
Bakura whistled. "Seems to be a lost cause. But I can vouch for her. Of all my fangirls, the Maine ones ARE particularly nasty."
"See? See!" I said, pointing at him. "We need out, NOW!" I sat down in the barrel chair and brought my knees to my chest, making whimpering sounds.
"Gypsy, it'll be alright. Marik, when's the next green light?" Yugi said.
"Right now. I'm following the blue line as fast as I can." he said. My vision was fading.
"I'm gonna take those [EFF]ers down." I heard a rough voice say through me.
Atonia had taken over.