Ichigo-chan: Hi! Hi! This is your lovely and talented authoress with the sixth chapter of Stuck With you. For a couple of days there, I didn't think I'd manage to finish it, I got MAJORLY stuck.
Yami: You were stuck on Stuck With You?
Ichigo-chan: Don't take my corny quips. Anyway, Enjoy! Masa-kun!
(Masa-kun holds up sign reading: Please donate money so I can have a home and a more sane owner.)
Ichigo-chan: Har Har. Start the story
Stuck With you
Chapter 6: Mistaken Identity
People ran out of the motel to see the fire trucks with their pretty sirens go by. They mumbled amongst each other, curious about what was going on, but not bold enough to go up and ask someone.
Amidst the chaos, three boys that looked to be teenagers but were actually thousands of years old, (Young child: Gee gramps, their older than you. Gramps: Hush Youngan!) Scurried away unnoticed which was surprising considering the amount of weapons they were carrying.
Flashback…
"Oh shit." Bakura mumbled, already foreseeing their death, thousand year old spirits couldn't die all over again could they?
"Yeah, oh shit is appropriate." Marik responded. He was quite sure they could most likely die again; all he wanted was one last cookie before he died. One last goddamn cookie!
Yami of course was the more practical of them all. "Grab the guns and run." Bakura and Marik stared at him in awe.
"You know, I used to think you were a good guy…" Bakura mumbled, impressed by Yami's simply evil plan. Yami smirked.
Back to the future…err…present
The three Yamis ran their heart out, trying as hard as they could to put a good distance between the flaming room and themselves.
"What do we do now?" Marik wanted to know.
"I think we need to get a new room." Yami stated.
"You think?" Bakura asked sarcastically.
"Well, it may not be smart considering we're probably wanted criminals by now." Yami rationalized.
"We've slept outside before." Marik reasoned.
"I guess, but if you jump me again Yami all hell will break loose." Bakura warned as they walked resigned back into the forest.
They stood in front of the Uno bank around mid morning, all artillery carefully hidden. They had absolutely no plan and were relying solely on luck.
"Ready?" Marik asked his fellow future bank robbers.
Bakura gave a manic smile. "I was born ready."
They gave evil yami smirks to each other that only evil yamis can understand, and kicked in the door. All of the patrons of the bank weren't surprised to see three teenaged boys standing there. They figured all teenagers went through a phase, these one's were just going through their bank-robbing phase. They calmly put their hands up in the air, awaiting the overused sentence
"I'd advise you put your hands up into the air, because this my friends is a stick up." They rolled their eyes at the redundancy.
A half hour later, police stood outside of the bank, desperately pleading that the children let the hostages go and turn themselves in.
"Do they really honestly think we'll get a sudden flash of guilt and come out talking about how wrong we were?" Bakura asked curious.
Yami shrugged in response. "I just want to know why they continue to call us children, we have well surpassed that age."
Marik rolled his eyes in response. " Sure, we know that, and now, those people," He pointed to their "hostages" "Know that, but THEY don't know that."
Bakura snickered. "Could you imagine their reactions?"
The mental picture was rather funny. "We have three five thousand year old boys that look like fourteen year old teenagers robbing the bank, send back up now! Over." Marik said in an imitation of a policeman.
"We are willing to talk to you. Just please come out with your hands up." The three Yami's burst into more laughter. Bakura stood next to a window and opened it.
"We'll get back to you AFTER we finish robbing everyone, be patient. You'll get your turn soon." Words that could burn children's ears lest they be put here left the policemen's mouth causing the Yamis to burst into gales of laughter. Bakura reached into his pocket and the hostages all cowered back in fear. Pulling out a candy bar, he happily split it into three and shared it with the other two.
"Where do you get this candy from?" Marik asked curiously.
"Convenience store." They nodded in acknowledgement.
"When are we going to get out of here?" Yami wanted to know.
"Whenever those little men in blue go away." Bakura replied.
"There're aliens out there?!"
"Marik no Baka!!!!!" Marik was dummy slapped by both Yami and Bakura.
They went back to watching the window. "You know, there is a way..." Marik mumbled.
Bakura and Yami looked at him with raised eyebrows. With an evil smirk, he began to whisper his plan to them.
Five minutes later, the police received a call.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hi, this is an old lady that's across the road from the bank, I just called to inform you that I saw some suspicious young men running across my back yard."
"Ma'm are you sure?"
"I called ya didn't I?"
"Ma'm can you give me a description?"
"One had white hair, one looked like he stuck his finger in an electric outlet, and one looked like one of those super saithingies that they're showin' on TV."
The man made wild gestures to the rest of the team, everyone was so concentrated on the caller, that they didn't even notice the three yamis sneaking out of the bank and escaping, one with a cell phone to his ear.
"Okay, ma'm just stay on the line, we'll be sending officers to check shortly." He turned and smiled proudly at his co-workers. "Do we have an ID on them yet?"
"Hai, two of them are students at Domino High. Bakura Ryou and Mutou Yugi. The other is currently being home schooled by his older sister, Malik Ishtar."
"His sister's name is Malik?"
"No idiot, that's the thief's name!"
No one noticed as the real thieves escaped into the night, laughing maniacally as they lugged huge bags of money. The cell phone was tossed aside, it had served it's purpose. They were free!
Bakura: It's over?
Ichigo-chan: For now.
(Party begins much to Ichigo-chan's dismay)
Ichigo-chan: Smart asses.