Chapter 12: James Bond Meets Fan-Fiction… Oh Snap.

"Got any fours?"

"Go Swim."

"Actually Marik, it's 'go fish'"

"Shut up, fool! This card game is confusing. There are no life points or unnecessarily complicated rules! Why did you have me play this game anyway, Alora?"

"I got tired of Duel Monsters. And I'm just the tiniest bit homesick."

"What?! Tired of Duel Monsters! Impossible!"

"Oh, it's quite possible, Marik." Bakura chose that exact moment to enter our conversation. Who knows why? "Why do you think there hasn't been a single duel in this fan-fic for five whole chapters?"

"I thought these chapters were just filler."

"Actually, the duels are filler. The Author will add another one as soon as she gets writer's block."

"Oh."

I stared at my hand. All I had left was one three, a four, a six, and a nine. Maybe Bakura has a four?

Just then one of Marik's cloaked mind slaves walked through the door. "Master Marik, the tickets have arrived."

"Excellent!"

"Tickets?" What would an evil mastermind want with tickets? "Are you going to a concert or something?"

"Foolish, fool! What would I want with concert tickets? These tickets are much more valuable."

"How so?"

"There the plane tickets aren't they Marik?" asked Bakura. "By the way, Alora, got any three's?"

"Darn. Here you go."

"I win." He threw down his last pair of cards first. Ryou was sitting across the table from me, still looking very confused about how to play. Throughout the game he had kept showing me his hand and asking me what to do next. Well, I guess that's what I get for trying to teach anime characters Go Fish. I thought it was the easiest game out there. Apparently not.

"Plane tickets?" That was certainly a step towards the plot.

"Yes. We're going to Egypt."

"Egypt? You mean we're actually going to get on with the story now?"

"Yep."

"Wow. Took long enough. We haven't talked about the plot since, what, chapter seven?"

"I'm pretty sure it was chapter six."

"No you fool! It was chapter eight! That was the chapter with my sister and the Giant Rock!" Interjected Marik.

"No, Marik." Retorted Bakura, "Chapter eight was when we captured Alora. Chapter six was the Chapter with the Giant Rock."

"Oh."

It was silent for a moment. Awkwardly silent. But I had a question that just had to be asked to get the story moving. "Um, Bakura?"

"What?"

"Why are we going to Egypt anyway? What's in Egypt?"

"Oh, right, like I'm going to spoil it for all of the readers? I don't think so. They have to wait until we get there. That's just how evil I am."

"Ha! You think that's evil?" Asked Marik, "I once used my Millennium Rod to -----------"

"Marik! You can't say that!" I cried.

"Why not?"

"Because this Fan-fic is rated 'T' not 'M'! Besides, that's not evil. Just gross."

But before he could make a comeback, a crash was heard from the other room. All four of us got up and ran into the loading dock where the boat was. The heavy metal doors were blown open. It was dusk (I had no idea we'd been playing Go Fish for so long) and I was blinded by the headlights that now flooded the loading bay area.

"Come out with your hands up! This is Mr. Kiaba's Personal Guard!"

Kiaba's Personal Guard? What were they doing here? Unless…

"They've found us Bakura!"

"You'll never take us alive, coppers!" Yelled the white haired villain, his hair blown about wildly by the wind coming from the now present helicopter. The headlights were dimmed and I saw Kiaba hanging out the door of the huge aerial vehicle. Standing beside him was Yugi. Or Yami, it was hard to tell from this distance. They had come to rescue me.

"Surrender now, dweebes, and I won't have to sick my minions on you!" yelled Kiaba through his megaphone.

"Bring it on, Ego Boy!"

"No, Bakura! Don't do it!" cried Marik in that melodramatic movie way.

This was like a bad action movie.

"Alright fine." He grumbled loud enough for us to hear over all of the noise the private army was making. He spun around to face us. "Marik, take Alora! I'll deal with these blokes!"

I was suddenly grabbed from behind by one very annoyed evil Egyptian. Marik's tan hands gripped my arm as he started pulling me backwards. At the same time, Bakura turned front, his Millennium Ring glowing brightly. Marik turned me around, and I didn't get the chance to see what he did. But from the panic in the men's voices and Bakura's insane laughter, I assumed it was nothing good. I twisted in my captor's grip to try and see what was going on.

Bakura spun and grabbed Ryou by the back of his shirt and started dragging him in our direction. The two of us were hauled off away from the action. We half ran, half stumbled through the warehouse until we reached the other side. Marik dropped me on the asphalt when we came to a parking lot on the other side of the marina. I got to my feet after a moment and looked to where Marik and Bakura were striding. There were two motorcycles, full of gas and ready to go. Bakura climbed on his bike, hauling Ryou on behind him. Marik pulled me over to his by my wrist, forcing me on behind him. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist. This was just like chapter 3 all over again.

As we sped off, my bad luck streak decided to hit me again. I hadn't strapped my Duel Disk on tight enough and as we drove through the twisting piers of the marina, mere feet from the water, I noticed how close I was to loosing an expensive piece of technology. But if I let go, then I would probably fall off knowing me. I just hoped and willed it to stay on my arm, praying that the universe would just like me for once.

The universe hates my guts.

As we sped around a corner, the motorcycle tilting to the left, Marik apparently didn't judge his corners very well, and the loose Duel Disk battered against the ground. But I didn't lose the heavy thing; I lost the cards within it. I had been storing my deck in it, instead of in my pockets. That was a bad idea, and I let out a groan of frustration as the bike straightened out and I noticed that only a handful of them had stayed in the Duel Disk. This was just not my lucky fan-fic.

The sounds of the sirens and beating of the helicopter's blades faded away as we raced out into the night.

Characters note: Great, now I have to go shopping with Marik and Bakura. I'm sure nothing could possibly go wrong. Cough cough sarcasm cough.

-Alora