Random update! Yay? I'm pretty sure people are still reading this, or at least looking at it. The story should be wrapping up soon though. Maybe in three or four chapters.

Chapter Ten: Are we there yet?

"As always I'm impressed by your amazing skills, Master Kaiba!" Roland put his brown-nosing skills to use as Kaiba wiped his brow and stepped away from his handy work. His boss had fixed up the pod and somehow managed to make coconut oil do things it shouldn't normally be able to do in under five hours.

"Just shut up and help me lift it out of the water." Kaiba paused and waited for the giant blob of muscle to get up out of the sand.

Téa was on the verge of deciding if Kaiba was a genius or insane. On the one hand, he did seem to know what he was doing and looked as if he fixed their only means of escaping the desert. On the other, he had done all of the work with the pod still in the water. Téa may have been a dancer, but she knew that water and electronics didn't usually mix. "Are you sure you did that right?"

"Of course." Kaiba huffed. Spending all that time in the cool water had finally cooled his head and he could think clearly. The time he spent with the brunette chick before Roland got there was a blur in his mind, but he didn't let that bother him. "If you don't trust it, you can just stay here."

"No, I'm coming." Téa shrugged. "Better a flashy death than starving, right?"

"Have more confidence in Master Kaiba!" Roland thrust an accusing finger at the brat child. How dare she question the boss? Who knew what Master Kaiba saw in her, but she must be something special if she was still here. "If he says he fixed it, then it's fixed."

"Fine, whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked over to the pod now resting on the land. It was a few feet taller than Roland and seemed spacious. But there was only one seat. "Are we all going to fit in this?"

"Sure." Roland smiled and nodded. How could it not fit all of them? It was deigned for rescue. "It'll just be a little tight."

Kaiba visibly twitched. "So what you're saying, is I have to sit on your lap?"

"Well, the lady sits on yours." Roland nodded happily at his new plan to appease Kaiba. He would be killed for sure, or abandoned if Kaiba was going to have to touch him in any way. "I can stand behind the chair. Plenty of room."

"Still not good enough." The president of Kaiba Corp did not share a chair with a follower of that little brat Yugi. No way.

Téa was hot, tired and past the point of caring whether or not the pod would work or explode. So she did the logical thing: took over. "Roland, get in the back. Kaiba just sit your butt in the seat and stop complaining."

"You don't order me around." Kaiba would have continued but he was shoved into the chair by a pair of girly hands. He let out an 'umph' when he slammed into Roland's chest. The bodyguard had already obeyed that witch's command. Oh, he was getting a pay cut.

Téa sat herself down neatly on one of Kaiba's knees and shut the door. "Make it work."

The CEO growled but decided to just put up with the situation for now. He shoved at her a little bit so she was farther down the leg and not so close to his person. The young CEO added this to his mental reasons for killing Yugi and all of his little friends. "Fine. Hold on."

Kaiba filled in the values for take off quietly while still managing to grumble under his breath. Téa waited patiently while he did these things and sighed when it took what seemed like forever. After that was completed he pressed the ignition.

The engine purred nicely for a bit until a loud bang could be heard from the back and a puff of smoke entering the cockpit.

Téa coughed as Kaiba waved his hands to clear the smoke. She smacked the side of the container and should have known it wouldn't work.

Roland stayed quiet standing behind the seat and merely sighed. "At least the engine turned on."

"Shut up."

"Hey Yami, do you think we should take the North road or the South?"

"We're going East, Joey."

"Oh, right. Heh."

The plagues had let Yugi down. Tristan was still alive and the curse of the first born never made an appearance. In retrospect, and taking into consideration that he was also the first born, Yugi decided it was probably a good thing.

"Which way do you think we should go?" Tristan held a hand up to block the setting sunlight.

"It doesn't really matter." Yugi yelled, stomped his foot and felt his hair wave from the force. "It's the same set of freaking sand in all directions!"

"Jeesh, calm down." Tristan frowned at his little buddy. Yugi looked like he was ready to attack something. "You're really irritating when your Yami isn't around, aren't you?"

Yugi stared Tristan down and considered things that he could do if his Yami was around. "I'm irritating?"

"Yeah, you've only complained and not helped since we got into this situation."

"This coming from someone who called my hair demonic?" Yugi clenched his fists.

"I just called it like it is."

Yugi started walking. If he walked fast enough Tristan would get lost behind him and he'd never have to deal with him again. "Then go by yourself! Bye!"

"Hey! Wait up!" Tristan trotted after his now fast paced friend. "You don't have to get so huffy about it."

Yugi clutched his hair and for the first time really, really wished he were bigger. Or knew how to fight. Beating Tristan up brought a tiny smile to his face.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Okay?" Tristan stuck his hands in his pockets and averted his eyes. "You're taking stuff way too seriously."

Yugi sighed. Tristan just had to apologize and remind Yugi that they were indeed friends. It wasn't completely fair to blame him. It's not his fault the heat and situation were making them all irritable. "It's okay."

"Hey!" Tristan pointed. "Isn't that the village where we saw Shaadi?"

Yugi didn't look up. If he looked up he would realize that they had merely walked in a big circle. Yugi plopped down into the sand and pet his puzzle. He hoped the others were doing better with their little quests.

"Hey, at least they have food and water, right?"

"Sure. Bright side." Yugi mumbled and forced himself to his feet to follow Tristan as they approached the ruins.

This time, he was pulling some serious authority over Shaadi's tail. The pharaoh was tired and pissed off.

"Are we over Japan yet?" Bakura groaned. He was stiff and sore and Ryou wasn't answering him. He looked over to snap at the boy for ignoring his precious Yami when he realized something vital: Ryou was sleeping. "Oi, wake up."

Ryou mumbled something incoherent and rolled into the seat. Bakura rolled his eyes and looked out the window. He'd give Ryou five minutes and then kick his ass out of the plane if he didn't get up. Bakura was positive the pressure change alone in the back should wake the brat up. At the very least it would make the trip more interesting.

A second look out the window told Bakura he was still over an ocean of some sort. Ah well, he'd bug Ryou when they could see land.

"Pass the biscuits."

Bakura looked over when Ryou started mumbling in his sleep. It was sort of cute with Ryou all curled up in a ball and clinging to a diamond necklace.

The thief knocked him in the head hard enough to push the boy out of the seat. And then he laughed at the cursing and shout of "Bakura!"

"We're so going to get fired." Number 3 mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth in the cockpit. He was thankful the autopilot allowed him this chance to get some nervousness out of his system.

"Shut up and just keep this thing heading for home." Number 2 griped as she made sure Mokuba was propped properly on the back seat cushions. She put a large, fuzzy blanket over him for good measure. He was a little brat, but she didn't' hate him.

"What are we going to do if we come back without Master Kaiba?" Number 4 turned a bit from his co-pilot seat to see his superiors.

"Easy, we contact Roland and let him worry about it." Number 2 shrugged. "Kaiba's his responsibility anyway."

"Roger that."

Number 2 settled back in her seat and closed her eyes. A good nap sounded perfect right about now. And it was finally quiet enough to enjoy one.

"Cut it pretty close there with the plagues, didn't you?" Celtic Guardian snickered at the Dark Magician and the Dark Magician Girl's ruffled appearances. They had searched an entire library of spells looking for the right one and they were now exhausted. "We would have been short one mini-Pharaoh."

"Too tired to respond. Tell me if anything good happens." Dark Magician leaned his head down to join his assistant in a nap.

"Sure thing."

Kuriboh mewed in agreement as it watched the little troupes heading home in the portals.