WARNING: This chapter contains . . . [Language / Gore]
Edit Update: 1/1/2016
Did some majorly minor editing.
Bakura, Marik, and their animal friends all looked up at the waterfall in front of them. It reminded the white haired boy of the last time they had encountered one and he grimaced. But luckily they wouldn't have to cross this one. They were at the very bottom where the water hit the stone ground. But instead of creating a body of water in front of them, the water seemed to flow back towards it, disappearing behind the translucent curtain. The only spear-man with a jaguar skin draped over his head and shoulders paused it front of the waterfall before walking through it to the other side.
"Wait, what the frig!" Marik shoved Bakura to one side so that he could get a better look, almost pushing him right off of the horse. "Where did he go? Is that the portal from that crappy movie we went to see so that you could switch it with your cannibal one, making all of the teenage girls run out screaming while you laughed at them?"
"I remember that." Bakura smiled at the memory. "It was almost as fun as the time I switched Madagascar 3 with Paranormal Activity 4."
"Yeah, that was pretty messed up." Marik said with a chuckle.
Bakura kept to himself the fact that when he did these evil deeds, which caused mothers to grab their screaming children and pull them out of the theater as they demanded their money back to pay for the therapy sessions that their scarred for life offspring would need for the next five years, he kept hoping that the two of them could sit in the darkened room together as they watched acts of murder and mayhem play out on the big screen. There was nothing quite as romantic as watching someone's intestines get ripped out of them and strung up in the trees like grotesque Christmas lights. But each time he asked, Marik always said the same thing: "What's the point of watching a movie if you can't talk in the middle of it and annoy everybody? There aren't even any fat ladies with large hats that obscure the view or horny teenagers sucking each other's faces off to complain about. And that's half the fun of going. The other half is all the free ice cubes I get to take home with me. I don't even get a frigging soda, I just fill that bad boy to the effing brim with ice and-" After that was where Bakura always began tuning him out.
When they too went under the waterfall, Marik let out a cross between a whine and a groan that resembled the sound of an old goat trying to impersonate a dying frog. Bakura turned to look at him and saw that the Egyptian was thoroughly soaked, his hair now a limp mop of blond locks. Marik began muttering a few curses before he stopped short and gasped. The water that flowed behind the waterfall swept through a long cavern, creating a river of sorts. And awaiting them was a fairly large canoe.
"I love canoes!" Marik said in a fit of pure joy.
Everyone climbed aboard the vessel - Marik grinning from ear-to-ear as they did - and one of the natives pushed them off as everyone sat down, letting the current carry them through the cavern.
After about five minutes, Marik let out a huff of disapproval. "This is the least exciting water flume I have ever been on."
"What's a flume?" The girl asked.
"Forget it." Bakura told her before looking at his companion. "Marik, this isn't a-" He would have continued, except in that moment their canoe dripped and dived down a sheer drop.
As the rushing wind whipped his white hair back and threatened to rip his face off, he held on for dear life, waiting for them to crash and die at any moment. As he waited for death's embrace, he heard Marik's screams. But not of terror. His hyperactive partner in crime was having the time of his life, acting as if they were on a roller coaster. Bakura would have smacked some sense into him if he weren't too busy trying to stay in his seat.
After what felt like an eternity, their watercraft hit the bottom. But instead of shattering into splinters as Bakura had expected it to, it leveled itself out and in the blink of an eye they were cruising at a slow pace once more. As Bakura clutched the front of his shirt where his nonexistent heart was, Marik cheered and threw praises at the one who had invented the ride before they came to a brief stop in front of a rock with a straight horizontal crack that produced a single photograph. One of the warriors handed it to Marik, who looked it over before frowning.
"Bakura!"
"What?!"
"You're eyes were closed!" The tanned boy shoved it in front of his British companion, who saw that it was a picture of their adventure down the steep water slope of terror. And Bakura's eyes were indeed closed. "Now we have to ride it all over again."
"I think that I have suffered enough for one day." Bakura muttered before thinking to himself, Understatement of the year.
In fact, he had suffered enough for a whole lifetime. He had been locked up in the brig, almost died in the middle of the ocean, and was forced to travel through a dense jungle for about a week before experiencing that ride that had nearly given him a heart attack. In short, the past week or so had utterly sucked, and he sensed that it was going to keep on sucking until they finally made it out of this accursed fanfiction, allowing him to murder that writer and leave Marik for good. Then he could put all of his time and energy into performing evil deeds as he continued to challenge the Pharaoh to a children's card game. Just like the old days.
When a bright ray of light hit them, Bakura shielded his eyes with his hand. Now what? When his eyes became adjusted to it, he lowered his arm and looked at their surroundings. They were no longer inside of the caves. Their canoe had sailed out of an opening that acted as a doorway to golden splendor.
All around them were magnificent pyramid-like structures that would surely put the Pharaoh in a fit of jealously; underneath them were multicolored fish that could swallow a man in one gulp, causing Artax to pull his dangling tail back into the boat in fear of the behemoths thinking it was food; the sun shone brightly above them, causing the gold bricks to shine with a brilliant radiance; and men, women, and children wearing colorful clothing and golden trinkets stopped performing their daily routines to stare at the two strangers who had entered their hidden paradise.
Marik gazed in awe at the city of El Dorado. As he did, Bakura realized that if the boy weren't a villain who spent his entire life stealing leather pants and rearranging his enemy's sock drawer, he could fit right in. He already had jewelry that was made of the same material that created everything from the buildings to the roads in this place, and everyone here was also scantily clad. This made Bakura realize that leaving Marik here would probably be the best thing for him.
When their vessel came to a halt, the warrior with the jaguar hide wasted no time in jumping off, leaving the others behind as he pushed through the gawking crowd. Bakura wanted to follow him to find out what the man was up to, but the remaining spear carriers instructed the two boys to go in the opposite direction, leaving Bakura with little choice.
Marik ran to his companion's side and grabbed his arm, making Bakura instinctively flinch. "We are going to be frigging gabajillionaires."
"There is no such thing."
"I'm making it a thing!"
"You can't just-" Bakura stopped himself when he noticed that Marik was still holding onto him. "Let go of my arm."
Marik did as he was told, wondering why Bakura had gone quiet and stiff all of a sudden, as Chel - the girl that had been captured along with them - walked behind them, cocking an eyebrow at their behavior. While she thought that the loud one was okay, she kept wondering how she could get back at the pale one. Not only did he tick her off, but he was also responsible for ruining her plans to escape this place. Hopefully she would survive long enough to get some payback.
As this was going on, a vertical piece of hollow bamboo glided across the water until Officer Trudge, who was using it as a snorkel, lifted his head out of the water enough for him to see the two boys he was tailing. Now that there was a pretty girl in the mix, the chances of this fanfiction becoming an 18+ porn fest was increased by nearly 50%. But luckily Officer Trudge was on the case. He smiled to himself and submerged once more as Churro, who was floating on his back and doing backstrokes, swam past him.
