Edit Update: 1/1/2016

Did some majorly minor editing.


After Spittle finally got off of me, I somehow managed to get up as my bones creaked in protest and surveyed our surroundings. It turned out that we were still in Egypt, just not in the humid-desert-where-you-will-probably-die-in-1-point-3-seconds part of it. "So, where to?" I asked, and got a face full of saliva in response. "You know, that's really getting old."

Spittle replied with a weird snort that was probably a camel version of a laugh right when a limo drove up next to us and a pair of hands grabbed onto my jacket. Before I knew it, I was pulled into the car and it sped off as someone slammed me onto the cushy seat. It wasn't until now that I saw my abductor. I had no idea who she was, but I knew what she was.

The girl that was sitting next to me crossed her arms, partially covering the front of her shirt, which had a picture of Marik and Bakura making out with each other with the words All Of The Homo! hovering above their heads. "Why?"

"Why what?"

She leaned in close enough that I could smell her strawberry scented shampoo. "Why did you do that to Bakura and Marik?"

"I, eh, what? Just," I held up my hands. "Just, please. Please back up a little bit."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"

I smirked. "'Cause I feel tempted to kiss you right no-" I got a punch to the face before I could finish. "Was that really necessary?" I asked as I massaged my sore jaw.

"Let's just kill her, Stacie!" The driver, another girl, said as she peaked over her seat to look at us.

"Later, Marge." The girl called Stacie replied before turning back to me. Even though I could see the hatred in her eyes, I couldn't help but stare at her face. It was round with a pointed chin; lips that were thin, but not too thin; large aqua green eyes; long dark brown hair with bangs that ended just above her strong eyebrows; and an adorable little nose. In short, she was definitely my type. "Now answer my question. Why did you do it?"

"Huh?" I shook my head to snap back to reality. "I mean, I did it 'cause they had kidnapped me."

"Are you CRAZY?!" Marge shouted. "Do you know how many girls would kill to be kidnapped by those two?!" A goofy smile appeared on her face and she began to drool. "I would be in Heaven!"

"Watch the road." Stacie said calmly. I liked this girl. Maybe more than liked. "So," She gently placed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked into my eyes. "Are you going to explain why you did that to Bakura and Marik?"

"And you had better have a good explanation!" Marge put in.

"Like I said," I told them, "they had kidnapped me. And they were probably gonna kill me!"

"And now we are going to be the ones who kill you." Marge said a bit too cheerily.

"Lovely."

"Unless," Stacie said, "you do what we say."

"Aw man!" Marge whined. "I thought we were going to kill her anyway!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" I held up my hands. "Back up! First off, how did you two even find me?"

"Gina from State Farm told us." Marge explained.

I raised my fist. "The scoundrel!"

Stacie punched me again.

"What was that for?!"

"You were quoting The Road to El Dorado, weren't you?"

"Well, yeah."

"How could you do that to our honeys!" Marge snarled.

"Huh?"

Stacie pointed a finger at my chest. "You sent Bakura and Marik into that movie."

"Yeah, but-"

"And we want you to bring them back."

"But I can't. It's like in season 5; they have to finish the journey before they can return."

"I love that season!" Marge said as she began rambling on about everything she liked - and didn't like - about it.

"What if they don't finish the journey?" Stacie asked.

I sank into my seat, knowing full well that they weren't going to like my answer. "Then, uh . . . Then they'll be permanently trapped in the Void."

"WHAT?!" Marge screeched, causing the car to swerve.

Stacie remained expressionless as she continued her interrogation. "What's the Void?"

"It's where characters go when a story is left unfinished, and if they stay there too long they'll, well . . ."

Stacie grabbed my shirt and pulled me in close. "If that happens to them, I will drive my hand down your throat and rip out your guts."

I believed she really would. "It probably won't happen."

"It had better not!" Marge warned.

'Please finish the story and come back.' I thought, hoping that my silent plea would somehow reach Marik and Bakura. 'For my sake.'


When they reached a clearing, Bakura stopped and pulled out the map, which had a few blood spatters on it from when he had murdered its previous owner. Now he was filled with a new determination. They would arrive in El Dorado and steal the gold - making Marik happy - and then they would return home and have some fun together - making Bakura very happy. It was a win-win all around, which was something that didn't happen often for the villains.

"We can ride on from here." Bakura said as he rolled up the map.

"I call shotgun!" Marik exclaimed, and Bakura shook his head at Marik's stupidity as the excited Egyptian ran up to Artax. "So, where is the on and off switch for this thing?"

"Haven't you ever been on a horse before?"

"No. But it can't be that much different from riding a motorcycle."

Bakura ignored him as he jumped onto the horse's back. He may not be graceful like Marik, but he was an expert with horses; both with riding and stealing them. "Get on."

Bakura had assumed that Marik would have no trouble mounting the horse, but once again he had assumed too much. First Marik placed his hands on Artax's rump and tried to pull himself up by hopping up and down while making frustrated grunts. After that, he tried to jump on and went too high, flying up and over the animal before landing with a loud thud on the other side. When he tried a third time, he made it by doing a belly-flop but slid off before he could right himself, his bum colliding with the forest floor. The pale boy was just about to offer a hand up when he stopped himself. Even though Marik was breathing heavily from his failed attempts, he had that look in his lavender eyes. The same look he had every time the Pharaoh was able to foil his plans. All of his childlike innocence disappeared and was replaced by a tortured teen who refused to be defeated. This was the side of Marik that people feared. It never lasted long. Only for a few seconds - a minute at the most. So Bakura kept quiet and simply watched as his companion tried again.

"I did it!" Marik cheered before he lowered his eyebrows in confusion. "Where's the head?"

"Behind you." Bakura explained, trying to sound annoyed. But it was halfhearted because he was currently too distracted by the fact that his back was pressed against Marik's, sending a shock wave of warmth coursing through his spine like a nuclear bomb going off in the middle of a crowded city, instantly incinerating everyone within close change and melting the skin off of the others. He hadn't felt this when Marik had fallen asleep next to him on the rowboat. But of course, he had been repressing his urges then, not wanting to feel disappointment upon realizing that his fantasies would never bear fruit. Now it was different.

As the temptation to make Marik fulfill his promise flooded his mind, Bakura leaned back slightly, closing any gaps between them as he felt the boy's body move with each breath. But Marik must have thought that he was trying to push him off the horse, because he rammed himself against his companion, causing Bakura to fall off.

"Take that, Fluffy!" Marik shouted, waving the Millennium Rod over his head as he laughed in triumph.

Bakura smirked to himself as he got back up on his feet. After dusting himself off, he casually made his way to the back of the horse and looked at Marik's smug face, who was silently daring him to try something. Bakura accepted his challenge by slapping Artax's backside as hard as he could, making the stallion rear up before bolting into the thick foliage, taking a screaming Egyptian boy with him. Bakura laughed as he heard the sound of Marik's cursing and panicked shouts, sidestepping when the horse came barreling through.

"Bakura!" Marik's voice was at such a high pitch that every dog in the world probably heard him. "When I get off this thing I shall-!" He couldn't finish his threat because the back of his head had collided with a low branch, knocking him off of Artax.

"Marik." Bakura tried to conceal his concern and forced himself to walk instead of rushing over to make sure he was all right.

When he reached him, Bakura saw that Marik had been knocked out cold, but his breathing was normal and when he ran his fingers along the back of the boy's head he only found a bump that would probably grow to the size of a goose egg. Bakura sat down and leaned back as he let out a sigh of relief. Luckily Marik had a thick skull. But now what was he supposed to do? Just wait until Marik woke up? But that could take hours. Maybe even all day. He couldn't wait that long. The faster they got to El Dorado, the faster they could get home.

Bakura let loose a loud whistle and a moment later Artax ran up to the two teenagers. When the horse came to a full stop, Bakura picked up the unconscious boy and put him on Artax like a bag of luggage. The thought of taking this opportunity to kiss him didn't even cross his mind. What was the point of kissing someone if they weren't awake to notice it? That's why he never tried anything when Marik was asleep. That, and because when the boy was in slumberland, he was always either talking in his sleep or snoring at the top of his lungs as drool spilled onto his pillow, which he would hug like a teddy bear. It wasn't a pretty sight. But sometimes Marik latched onto the long pillow that was almost as tall as he was and would wrap both his arms and legs around it as his lips spread into a goofy grin. Bakura was jealous of that pillow.

Once he was sure that Marik wouldn't fall off, Bakura grabbed the horse's reins and led him down the path towards the next location on the map.