"GET YOUR FOOT OUT OF MY FACE, PHARAOH!"
"That's not his foot, Bakura," Isis called. Tangled in the limo was the whole gang...hey, even a limo's too small.
"It's /my/ foot..." Joey muttered, trying to shift into a better position.
"EEP! Get your HAND off my BUTT!" Mai snarled at the blond.
"That's not his hand either," Seto muttered, trying to get his hand out from under her before she noticed who it was.
"Hey, do I have to separate you?" Isis called from the driver's seat. She was, after all, the only one old enough to drive.
A chorus of no's and yes' flooded from the back, and pandemonium broke out again. Pegasus sighed; how in this world did he land himself in this?
Ryou was in front next to Isis, attempting to read the map. Unfortunately, he is distantly related to Ryoga Hibiki and has no sense of direction whatsoever. "Um...turn right here."
Isis eyed him out of the corner of her eye as much she could while attempting to keep driving straight. "Are you sure? I don't think that's the way to Vegas..." Still, unfamiliar with America (as she was from Egypt and the rest from Japan), she took his advice and led them exactly the opposite way...
"Hey, wait a minute!" Yuugi said suddenly. "How did we get from Japan to America?"
Eruantale and WSJ grinned at him, and WSJ spoke up, "Two authoresses, (well, one author and one authoress, at the moment) in the car and you still had to ask?"
There was a moment of silence as everyone sweatdropped worriedly.
*FLASHBACK*
*We see WSJ over-dramatically talking to a flight attendant. Ya know, flirting with him, talking too loud, the whole shebang. Eruantale and the rest of the cast sneak onto the plane as she does. Brood, however, somehow gets on a plane bound for Abudabi. I s'pose she wanted to keep Nermal company...*
*END FLASHBACK*
"Wait...where's Arudabi?" Yuugi asked.
"Abudabi." WSJ said. "And I dunno."
Everyone shrugged (imagine that when they're tangled together) and got back to arguing about seating.
"I get the front!"
"I'm already IN the front!" Ryou pointed out.
"Not anymore!" someone yelled as Ryou got pulled out of his seat.
"WhOAH!"
"Hah." Bakura was now comfortably sitting next to Isis. "I win."
Isis just sighed and handed him the map, not knowing that Bakura's sense of direction was even less accurate then Ryou's.
"What's this for?" he asked as he fingered the map and traced the lines holding it upside down.
Isis sweatdropped. "It's a map. Can you tell me which was I should turn up here?"
Bakura looked at the map and scratched his head. "Um... Hang a left at the giant redwood."
Isis would've face faulted if it weren't for the fact that she was driving. "Bakura, that redwood is off of the freeway. How am I supposed to take a left?"
"Um..."
"Oh for the sake of Ra! Let me up there!" Ishtar shoved Bakura to the side and squeezed in next to him, smiling serenely at his hikari's sister.
Isis didn't even glance at him. "I hope /you/ can navigate because you somehow controlled tens of people around Battle City without breaking a sweat."
Ishtar sweatdropped. "That wasn't me. That was Malik."
"Does it matter which of you it was? The only difference is that you are the more psychotic, killing-spree side of my brother who uses WAY too much hair gel." Isis was obviously not in a good mood.
"What, is it PMS again?" He inquired.
Apparently ticked, Isis grimaced. "Yuugi? Do you have the Tauk with you? Due to the oh so, UNFORTUNATE fact that I can't beat my brother's yami senseless right now, I'll just have to rant about his future until he stops provoking me. And your future, at the moment, is fraught with pain, Yami Malik..."
Ishtar snorted. "Pfft, if you say so..."
"Yes, I say so! So you will keep talking and face my wrath or HELP ME WITH THE DIRECTIONS!" she yelled. And immediate silence came over the limo.
"Um... Isis?"
"WHAT???"
Seto winced. "I think you'd better watch out for the truck that's coming straight for us."
"GAAAAH!" she veered the limo out of the way, almost overturning the car before landing right side up. Miraculously, everyone was untangled now, but Ishtar was not happy. "What the frick?! How'd that happen?! IT'S THE FREEWAY, FOR RA'S SAKE!"
Isis shrugged, obviously annoyed. "How the heck should I know?"
Ishtar went into a mocking tone as everyone else groaned because they were tired of the two arguing. "Well, it's always 'You'll die! And you! And you! And you're the pharaoh from the past, and you're the traitor, and you're the one who's going totally off track and screwing things up! Yes! I see it! For my Millennium Tauk has shown me!" He rolled his eyes, not noticing that Isis looked ready to pounce on him whether or not she was driving.
"THAT'S IT YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A $^*(^% SPIRIT!!!!!" Isis leaped onto Ishtar as Bakura reached around and franticly tried to keep the limo from crashing. Of course, it would have helped if he knew how to drive.
"BAKURA!" Yami was tugging on him then. "IDIOT, YOU CAN'T DRIVE!"
"NEITHER CAN YOU!"
"Is something the matter up there?" came Pegasus' voice, but no one heard as everyone scrambled for the steering wheel. WSJ looked back at Pegasus and shrugged. The two of them were in the trunk, seeing as the limo had been too crowded to fit anyone else in. For some reason everyone else insisted that it should be the two of them that got to ride in the trunk. A "THUNK!" was heard and more muffled yelling which could be guessed as cussing in a beautiful assortment of languages.
"Well. Some people forgot their etiquette. We need a "Do Not Disturb" sign. It's hard to sleep in the trunk," Pegasus noted.
WSJ twitched slightly. "You realize how wrong that sounded, don't you?"
Pegasus sweatdropped. "Yeah, now that I think about it..." He attempted to shift positions just as Isis (or Bakura, or whoever) jerked the steering wheel, sending him sprawled on top of WSJ. There was a split second of awkward silence before the trunk popped open and mass quantities of arguments were heard.
"I swear, Isis, you should've been- PEGASUS! SJ!" A stunned Eruantale stood gawking at the two feeling shocked and somewhat jealous at the same time- of course, not having found hot water prevented Eruantale from saying anything about it. After all, it would be very wrong for a man to say he wanted a boyfriend, even if "he" didn't want Pegasus.
SJ blushed and tried to crawl out from under Pegasus. "A-atta, it's not what you think!!!"
"I-i-it isn't?" Eruantale stood with a bewildered expression plastered on his face ((which would be: O_O)) "...Y-Y-YAMI! SETO, BAKURA, ISIS, ACK!" The mob came rushing over...well, most of them. From the rest stop came a loud voice that had to be Jou's.
"CAN'T A GUY GO TO THE RESTROOM HERE?! Yeesh."
Pegasus sweatdropped slightly. "Er, nothing to see here, really."
"Oh yeah?" Seto asked, enjoying his enemy's discomfort. "Then why are you both blushing so bad?" Of course, this only made them both blush harder. Eruantale had regained composure...only to lose it again. He sped off in the direction of the restroom. "HOT WATER! I WANT TO CHANGE BACK! NOW!"
WSJ blinked. "Think he's going to dunk his head in a toilet?"
Yami rolled his eyes. "If the toilet has hot water in it...which I hope it doesn't."
"Well it is lukewarm. That's better then cold..." Ryou trailed off as they watched Eruantale run into the girls' restroom, and the entire group mass-sweatdropped. "Oh dear..."
"YOU KISSIMA!!!"
"Shut it, Mai, it's just me! I just want hot water, dang it!"
What sounded like a "cat fight" echoed from inside as everyone sweatdropped again. Several minutes later they both walked out sopping wet, Eruantale now very much female again.
"You didn't have to splash me too, you know," Mai intoned.
"Aw, just shut up. I'm feeling moody so there. Revenge is sweet, OK?" Eruantale retorted.
Pegasus and WSJ had taken this opportunity to get off of each other and climb out of the trunk, much to their relief, although their blushes had yet to fade.
Yuugi pushed his way through all the people arguing to reach Isis. "Hey, why exactly did we stop? Where are we?"
Isis frowned as she glanced around. "I'd say somewhere in California. And we stopped because Jou had to take a rest stop."
Yuugi looked at no where in particular, pondering. "California...Southern? Cause we can stop by Six Flags Magic Mountain then!" He flashed a big, I'm-so-kawaii grin.
"Yeah!" Ryou agreed, and WSJ nodded happily. "Roller coasters are the best!"
Yami looked confused. "What are roller coasters?"
The mortals all looked at each other, and then at the three confused ancient Egyptians, and Seto smiled slowly. "To Magic Mountain?"
**Few hours later**
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"OHGODSOHGODSOHGODS!"
Seto was looking up at the peak of Goliath, smirking. Even from here, he could hear their screams of fear. He suspected that the "whoohoo" of happiness had come from Ishtar, who was half-cracked anyway.
"Come on Nii-sama!" Mokuba said, pulling him toward Superman where WSJ and Ryou, the two most coaster-happy teens he'd ever
seen, were waiting. "Ride with us!"
"Hell, no."
"Aw, but Seto! Pleeeease?" Mokuba gave his big brother the poor abandoned puppy look that only he and Yuugi could pull off so well.
"You're not tall enough to go on that. Why do you think I'm not on it?"
Mokuba raised up a pair of platform shoes, grinning.
"Where. Did you get those?!"
WSJ grinned and waggled her fingers at him. "Come on Seto! Don't tell me you're scared!"
She was one to talk. She and Ryou must have been on every coaster in the park at least twice, and they'd only been there an hour and a half.
Yami Yuugi, Bakura and Ishtar finally came back, stunned. Yami looked somewhat terrified, Bakura exhilarated and...well, Ishtar was just a freak of nature that came from Malik's pent up rage, anger and all around emotions. He was just startled and somewhat angry.
"Well? How was it? I suspect you liked it, Ishtar. I heard you yelling 'Woohoo'" Seto noted.
"Actually, no, that was me," Bakura replied. "Ishtar was the one who kept yelling that he was going to puke."
"Which isn't possible," Yami pointed out wryly. "Since we don't eat."
"Yeah, well, at least I didn't have a bunch of girls hanging on me because I kept yelling 'Oh gods!'" Ishtar smirked a bit.
"Hey, chicks did the polytheistic guys."
"Suuuure..." Ryou said rolling his eyes. He grabbed his yami by the hand, and WSJ got a hold of Mokuba's. "Come on Moku-chan, we'll just go ride it ourselves. Who cares whether or not your big brother's /scared of roller coasters/?" She said that purposely loud, and purposely right in front of Yami. Then she ran toward the front of the line, following behind Bakura and Ryou and giggling. (Bakura's tomb robber skills made it easy to get to the front without having to wait in those evil long lines.)
Yami sniggered. "That's worse than girls chasing me for yelling 'Oh gods'."
Seto was sizzling by now; he muttered as he stalked up to SJ and pointed straight at her. "I am going to prove to you that what you say is false. And you can watch and marvel." He marched up to the front of the line of Goliath, shoving people out of the way and handing the employee a considerable amount of cash just to get in.
He was then strapped in, next to Ryou and just behind Bakura and WSJ, who were in the very front of the front car, claiming it was better that way. Ishtar and Yami climbed in behind Kaiba as the CEO gulped and latched onto the rail in a white-knuckled grip.
"Oh, by the way...I hope you know that you get less of the weightless feeling in the front," Seto informed. "The real fun is when you sit in the middle, they say." The ride jerked into motion and started its ascent...
"Well, yeah," WSJ said. "But when you're in the very front, you can look down over that first big hill with nothing between you and the drop."
"Reminds me of looking out the windows of pyramids." Bakura noted fondly.
"Pyramids had windows?"
"No, but I made a few in my day. Escape routes and all..."
"So it was all a hoax! You really can't pass through walls!" Yami exclaimed.
"Well, no, that was true but..." Bakura trailed off.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Seto wasn't afraid of the roller coaster...he was afraid he was going to regret this.
"WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!" WSJ giggled as she threw her arms over her head. "I love roller coasters!!!!"
"DEAR RA, DEAR RA, DEAR RA! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" Well, maybe Seto might not end up regretting this, but Yami would. In many ways. Seto snickered. Blackmail was a good thing. But as they neared the highest drop, Seto started to change his mind. There was one of those cameras at the top...that took your picture as you opened your mouth terrified and so wide that three full halibut could fit. This would be just as bad for him as for Yami when it came to blackmail.
WSJ and Bakura saw the same thing he did... And snickered. Seto shuddered.
'Dear Set, why do these things always happen to me??? Wait. How are they snickering while we're going down this drop?!' And through all these thoughts, only one thing was coming out of his mouth- a scream to end all screams. 'Running...out...of breath! Oh Set no! Not a loop!'
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Eruantale was not pleased. Bad day, bad day, bad day! I didn't ask for any of this!!!
Yami shut his eyes tightly. What pleasure did these present day humans get from this?! At least Bakura seemed to be having a good time. Not that Yami cared. He was busy screaming his non-existent lungs out.
Bakura was too, but for a completely different reason. "What is this feeling?" he yelled over the rushing wind.
"We call it 'pleasure'." SJ retorted with a grin.
"PLEASURE?!" came voices from the back which were immediately cut off by a collection of screams.
"Sure!" Ryou yelled back. "You don't think this is fun?"
"It'd be a lot more fun if SJ's braid wasn't whipping me in the face!" Seto growled, attempting to grab the offending blond rope.
"Or if I had actually tied my hair or something!" Eruantale added as the ride came to a slowdown...for a bit. Her hair was a mess on her head, tangled and knotted.
Ishtar sniggered. "You know, with your hair up like that you look like Yuugi."
"Or Yami." Bakura added.
"Or both." they chorused before breaking up into laughter.
Eruantale glared at the two. "Shut. Your. Mouths. I will pull you out and throw you from the ride at the next loop if you do."
"It's not that bad, is it though?" Yami noted. "Keeps it out of your face."
Ishtar blinked and poked Yami's hair. "Yeah, only because it's held rigidly in place by about five bottles of hair gel. How in Ra's name did you get it to stand up back in Egypt?" Yami said nothing, but Bakura muttered something which sounded suspiciously like "camel dung".
Yami shot a glare at Bakura and looked ready to strangle him when the park manager guy tapped him. "Sir...?"
"WHAT?!" Yami glared at the man.
"Uh...uh...the ride's over, sir..."
Yami blinked and looked around, seeing the rest of his friends and "enemies" laughing at him. He flushed lightly, but put on those airs he had used so often as the pharaoh. "I knew that."
Yami Bakura smirked and nudged Eruantale. "Where was the next loop, eh?" Eruantale only glared. It was her turn to strangle the tomb robber.
Ryou and SJ looked at each other and sighed. Things would never be calm around here, it seemed.
"Fine. I was wrong then. I'll throw you out at the next one." She narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Or would you rather not go on Superman?"
"Um..." Behind him Yami and Seto and Ishtar were making frantic 'cut it out!' motions, and Bakura grinned evilly. "You bet." He turned suddenly to Yami. "We should bet on it. Whoever rides the most roller coasters gets to have the loser pamper him for a week. We should all do it, in pairs."
Immediately, Eruantale was thrown into a dilemma. Seto Kaiba or Pegasus J. Crawford? Sure, both could afford to pamper her especially in Las Vegas...but which should she choose? Well, since she hated roller coasters, it would be wise to pick someone who hated coasters more. Which meant Seto. SJ had already grabbed Pegasus anyway. And of course Yami and Bakura were glaring at each other. Eruantale blinked and decided on Seto before anyone else could grab him. She beamed and walked up to him. "I bet I can ride more than you, Kaiba."
Kaiba sweatdropped. (~.~;) "I bet you can too."
"Great! So it's a deal then, neh?" She seemed to happy all at once for her own good.
"...what do you mean...deal?"
"If I ride more coasters then you, you have to be my slave for a week. Or at least pamper me. And come on, Kaiba, it's Las Vegas!" Eruantale smirked, running her fingers together. "Cha-ching."
Kaiba frowned. "We're not in Las Vegas yet Eruantale. You're on."
She smirked. "Oh good. I was worried I wouldn't get much of a challenge."
WSJ was already dragging Pegasus away. Ryou had paired up with Yuugi, and Jou and Mai were semi-glaring at each other.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Chairman Kaga of Iron Chef popped up and yelled, "Allez Cuisine! ...erm...Allez Coaster de Rouleau!"
And so the race began...
()()()()()
WSJ: *snickers* We don't own YGO. Just ourselves. Stay tuned for the next chapter!
God bless minna-san!
"That's not his foot, Bakura," Isis called. Tangled in the limo was the whole gang...hey, even a limo's too small.
"It's /my/ foot..." Joey muttered, trying to shift into a better position.
"EEP! Get your HAND off my BUTT!" Mai snarled at the blond.
"That's not his hand either," Seto muttered, trying to get his hand out from under her before she noticed who it was.
"Hey, do I have to separate you?" Isis called from the driver's seat. She was, after all, the only one old enough to drive.
A chorus of no's and yes' flooded from the back, and pandemonium broke out again. Pegasus sighed; how in this world did he land himself in this?
Ryou was in front next to Isis, attempting to read the map. Unfortunately, he is distantly related to Ryoga Hibiki and has no sense of direction whatsoever. "Um...turn right here."
Isis eyed him out of the corner of her eye as much she could while attempting to keep driving straight. "Are you sure? I don't think that's the way to Vegas..." Still, unfamiliar with America (as she was from Egypt and the rest from Japan), she took his advice and led them exactly the opposite way...
"Hey, wait a minute!" Yuugi said suddenly. "How did we get from Japan to America?"
Eruantale and WSJ grinned at him, and WSJ spoke up, "Two authoresses, (well, one author and one authoress, at the moment) in the car and you still had to ask?"
There was a moment of silence as everyone sweatdropped worriedly.
*FLASHBACK*
*We see WSJ over-dramatically talking to a flight attendant. Ya know, flirting with him, talking too loud, the whole shebang. Eruantale and the rest of the cast sneak onto the plane as she does. Brood, however, somehow gets on a plane bound for Abudabi. I s'pose she wanted to keep Nermal company...*
*END FLASHBACK*
"Wait...where's Arudabi?" Yuugi asked.
"Abudabi." WSJ said. "And I dunno."
Everyone shrugged (imagine that when they're tangled together) and got back to arguing about seating.
"I get the front!"
"I'm already IN the front!" Ryou pointed out.
"Not anymore!" someone yelled as Ryou got pulled out of his seat.
"WhOAH!"
"Hah." Bakura was now comfortably sitting next to Isis. "I win."
Isis just sighed and handed him the map, not knowing that Bakura's sense of direction was even less accurate then Ryou's.
"What's this for?" he asked as he fingered the map and traced the lines holding it upside down.
Isis sweatdropped. "It's a map. Can you tell me which was I should turn up here?"
Bakura looked at the map and scratched his head. "Um... Hang a left at the giant redwood."
Isis would've face faulted if it weren't for the fact that she was driving. "Bakura, that redwood is off of the freeway. How am I supposed to take a left?"
"Um..."
"Oh for the sake of Ra! Let me up there!" Ishtar shoved Bakura to the side and squeezed in next to him, smiling serenely at his hikari's sister.
Isis didn't even glance at him. "I hope /you/ can navigate because you somehow controlled tens of people around Battle City without breaking a sweat."
Ishtar sweatdropped. "That wasn't me. That was Malik."
"Does it matter which of you it was? The only difference is that you are the more psychotic, killing-spree side of my brother who uses WAY too much hair gel." Isis was obviously not in a good mood.
"What, is it PMS again?" He inquired.
Apparently ticked, Isis grimaced. "Yuugi? Do you have the Tauk with you? Due to the oh so, UNFORTUNATE fact that I can't beat my brother's yami senseless right now, I'll just have to rant about his future until he stops provoking me. And your future, at the moment, is fraught with pain, Yami Malik..."
Ishtar snorted. "Pfft, if you say so..."
"Yes, I say so! So you will keep talking and face my wrath or HELP ME WITH THE DIRECTIONS!" she yelled. And immediate silence came over the limo.
"Um... Isis?"
"WHAT???"
Seto winced. "I think you'd better watch out for the truck that's coming straight for us."
"GAAAAH!" she veered the limo out of the way, almost overturning the car before landing right side up. Miraculously, everyone was untangled now, but Ishtar was not happy. "What the frick?! How'd that happen?! IT'S THE FREEWAY, FOR RA'S SAKE!"
Isis shrugged, obviously annoyed. "How the heck should I know?"
Ishtar went into a mocking tone as everyone else groaned because they were tired of the two arguing. "Well, it's always 'You'll die! And you! And you! And you're the pharaoh from the past, and you're the traitor, and you're the one who's going totally off track and screwing things up! Yes! I see it! For my Millennium Tauk has shown me!" He rolled his eyes, not noticing that Isis looked ready to pounce on him whether or not she was driving.
"THAT'S IT YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A $^*(^% SPIRIT!!!!!" Isis leaped onto Ishtar as Bakura reached around and franticly tried to keep the limo from crashing. Of course, it would have helped if he knew how to drive.
"BAKURA!" Yami was tugging on him then. "IDIOT, YOU CAN'T DRIVE!"
"NEITHER CAN YOU!"
"Is something the matter up there?" came Pegasus' voice, but no one heard as everyone scrambled for the steering wheel. WSJ looked back at Pegasus and shrugged. The two of them were in the trunk, seeing as the limo had been too crowded to fit anyone else in. For some reason everyone else insisted that it should be the two of them that got to ride in the trunk. A "THUNK!" was heard and more muffled yelling which could be guessed as cussing in a beautiful assortment of languages.
"Well. Some people forgot their etiquette. We need a "Do Not Disturb" sign. It's hard to sleep in the trunk," Pegasus noted.
WSJ twitched slightly. "You realize how wrong that sounded, don't you?"
Pegasus sweatdropped. "Yeah, now that I think about it..." He attempted to shift positions just as Isis (or Bakura, or whoever) jerked the steering wheel, sending him sprawled on top of WSJ. There was a split second of awkward silence before the trunk popped open and mass quantities of arguments were heard.
"I swear, Isis, you should've been- PEGASUS! SJ!" A stunned Eruantale stood gawking at the two feeling shocked and somewhat jealous at the same time- of course, not having found hot water prevented Eruantale from saying anything about it. After all, it would be very wrong for a man to say he wanted a boyfriend, even if "he" didn't want Pegasus.
SJ blushed and tried to crawl out from under Pegasus. "A-atta, it's not what you think!!!"
"I-i-it isn't?" Eruantale stood with a bewildered expression plastered on his face ((which would be: O_O)) "...Y-Y-YAMI! SETO, BAKURA, ISIS, ACK!" The mob came rushing over...well, most of them. From the rest stop came a loud voice that had to be Jou's.
"CAN'T A GUY GO TO THE RESTROOM HERE?! Yeesh."
Pegasus sweatdropped slightly. "Er, nothing to see here, really."
"Oh yeah?" Seto asked, enjoying his enemy's discomfort. "Then why are you both blushing so bad?" Of course, this only made them both blush harder. Eruantale had regained composure...only to lose it again. He sped off in the direction of the restroom. "HOT WATER! I WANT TO CHANGE BACK! NOW!"
WSJ blinked. "Think he's going to dunk his head in a toilet?"
Yami rolled his eyes. "If the toilet has hot water in it...which I hope it doesn't."
"Well it is lukewarm. That's better then cold..." Ryou trailed off as they watched Eruantale run into the girls' restroom, and the entire group mass-sweatdropped. "Oh dear..."
"YOU KISSIMA!!!"
"Shut it, Mai, it's just me! I just want hot water, dang it!"
What sounded like a "cat fight" echoed from inside as everyone sweatdropped again. Several minutes later they both walked out sopping wet, Eruantale now very much female again.
"You didn't have to splash me too, you know," Mai intoned.
"Aw, just shut up. I'm feeling moody so there. Revenge is sweet, OK?" Eruantale retorted.
Pegasus and WSJ had taken this opportunity to get off of each other and climb out of the trunk, much to their relief, although their blushes had yet to fade.
Yuugi pushed his way through all the people arguing to reach Isis. "Hey, why exactly did we stop? Where are we?"
Isis frowned as she glanced around. "I'd say somewhere in California. And we stopped because Jou had to take a rest stop."
Yuugi looked at no where in particular, pondering. "California...Southern? Cause we can stop by Six Flags Magic Mountain then!" He flashed a big, I'm-so-kawaii grin.
"Yeah!" Ryou agreed, and WSJ nodded happily. "Roller coasters are the best!"
Yami looked confused. "What are roller coasters?"
The mortals all looked at each other, and then at the three confused ancient Egyptians, and Seto smiled slowly. "To Magic Mountain?"
**Few hours later**
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"OHGODSOHGODSOHGODS!"
Seto was looking up at the peak of Goliath, smirking. Even from here, he could hear their screams of fear. He suspected that the "whoohoo" of happiness had come from Ishtar, who was half-cracked anyway.
"Come on Nii-sama!" Mokuba said, pulling him toward Superman where WSJ and Ryou, the two most coaster-happy teens he'd ever
seen, were waiting. "Ride with us!"
"Hell, no."
"Aw, but Seto! Pleeeease?" Mokuba gave his big brother the poor abandoned puppy look that only he and Yuugi could pull off so well.
"You're not tall enough to go on that. Why do you think I'm not on it?"
Mokuba raised up a pair of platform shoes, grinning.
"Where. Did you get those?!"
WSJ grinned and waggled her fingers at him. "Come on Seto! Don't tell me you're scared!"
She was one to talk. She and Ryou must have been on every coaster in the park at least twice, and they'd only been there an hour and a half.
Yami Yuugi, Bakura and Ishtar finally came back, stunned. Yami looked somewhat terrified, Bakura exhilarated and...well, Ishtar was just a freak of nature that came from Malik's pent up rage, anger and all around emotions. He was just startled and somewhat angry.
"Well? How was it? I suspect you liked it, Ishtar. I heard you yelling 'Woohoo'" Seto noted.
"Actually, no, that was me," Bakura replied. "Ishtar was the one who kept yelling that he was going to puke."
"Which isn't possible," Yami pointed out wryly. "Since we don't eat."
"Yeah, well, at least I didn't have a bunch of girls hanging on me because I kept yelling 'Oh gods!'" Ishtar smirked a bit.
"Hey, chicks did the polytheistic guys."
"Suuuure..." Ryou said rolling his eyes. He grabbed his yami by the hand, and WSJ got a hold of Mokuba's. "Come on Moku-chan, we'll just go ride it ourselves. Who cares whether or not your big brother's /scared of roller coasters/?" She said that purposely loud, and purposely right in front of Yami. Then she ran toward the front of the line, following behind Bakura and Ryou and giggling. (Bakura's tomb robber skills made it easy to get to the front without having to wait in those evil long lines.)
Yami sniggered. "That's worse than girls chasing me for yelling 'Oh gods'."
Seto was sizzling by now; he muttered as he stalked up to SJ and pointed straight at her. "I am going to prove to you that what you say is false. And you can watch and marvel." He marched up to the front of the line of Goliath, shoving people out of the way and handing the employee a considerable amount of cash just to get in.
He was then strapped in, next to Ryou and just behind Bakura and WSJ, who were in the very front of the front car, claiming it was better that way. Ishtar and Yami climbed in behind Kaiba as the CEO gulped and latched onto the rail in a white-knuckled grip.
"Oh, by the way...I hope you know that you get less of the weightless feeling in the front," Seto informed. "The real fun is when you sit in the middle, they say." The ride jerked into motion and started its ascent...
"Well, yeah," WSJ said. "But when you're in the very front, you can look down over that first big hill with nothing between you and the drop."
"Reminds me of looking out the windows of pyramids." Bakura noted fondly.
"Pyramids had windows?"
"No, but I made a few in my day. Escape routes and all..."
"So it was all a hoax! You really can't pass through walls!" Yami exclaimed.
"Well, no, that was true but..." Bakura trailed off.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Seto wasn't afraid of the roller coaster...he was afraid he was going to regret this.
"WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!" WSJ giggled as she threw her arms over her head. "I love roller coasters!!!!"
"DEAR RA, DEAR RA, DEAR RA! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" Well, maybe Seto might not end up regretting this, but Yami would. In many ways. Seto snickered. Blackmail was a good thing. But as they neared the highest drop, Seto started to change his mind. There was one of those cameras at the top...that took your picture as you opened your mouth terrified and so wide that three full halibut could fit. This would be just as bad for him as for Yami when it came to blackmail.
WSJ and Bakura saw the same thing he did... And snickered. Seto shuddered.
'Dear Set, why do these things always happen to me??? Wait. How are they snickering while we're going down this drop?!' And through all these thoughts, only one thing was coming out of his mouth- a scream to end all screams. 'Running...out...of breath! Oh Set no! Not a loop!'
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Eruantale was not pleased. Bad day, bad day, bad day! I didn't ask for any of this!!!
Yami shut his eyes tightly. What pleasure did these present day humans get from this?! At least Bakura seemed to be having a good time. Not that Yami cared. He was busy screaming his non-existent lungs out.
Bakura was too, but for a completely different reason. "What is this feeling?" he yelled over the rushing wind.
"We call it 'pleasure'." SJ retorted with a grin.
"PLEASURE?!" came voices from the back which were immediately cut off by a collection of screams.
"Sure!" Ryou yelled back. "You don't think this is fun?"
"It'd be a lot more fun if SJ's braid wasn't whipping me in the face!" Seto growled, attempting to grab the offending blond rope.
"Or if I had actually tied my hair or something!" Eruantale added as the ride came to a slowdown...for a bit. Her hair was a mess on her head, tangled and knotted.
Ishtar sniggered. "You know, with your hair up like that you look like Yuugi."
"Or Yami." Bakura added.
"Or both." they chorused before breaking up into laughter.
Eruantale glared at the two. "Shut. Your. Mouths. I will pull you out and throw you from the ride at the next loop if you do."
"It's not that bad, is it though?" Yami noted. "Keeps it out of your face."
Ishtar blinked and poked Yami's hair. "Yeah, only because it's held rigidly in place by about five bottles of hair gel. How in Ra's name did you get it to stand up back in Egypt?" Yami said nothing, but Bakura muttered something which sounded suspiciously like "camel dung".
Yami shot a glare at Bakura and looked ready to strangle him when the park manager guy tapped him. "Sir...?"
"WHAT?!" Yami glared at the man.
"Uh...uh...the ride's over, sir..."
Yami blinked and looked around, seeing the rest of his friends and "enemies" laughing at him. He flushed lightly, but put on those airs he had used so often as the pharaoh. "I knew that."
Yami Bakura smirked and nudged Eruantale. "Where was the next loop, eh?" Eruantale only glared. It was her turn to strangle the tomb robber.
Ryou and SJ looked at each other and sighed. Things would never be calm around here, it seemed.
"Fine. I was wrong then. I'll throw you out at the next one." She narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Or would you rather not go on Superman?"
"Um..." Behind him Yami and Seto and Ishtar were making frantic 'cut it out!' motions, and Bakura grinned evilly. "You bet." He turned suddenly to Yami. "We should bet on it. Whoever rides the most roller coasters gets to have the loser pamper him for a week. We should all do it, in pairs."
Immediately, Eruantale was thrown into a dilemma. Seto Kaiba or Pegasus J. Crawford? Sure, both could afford to pamper her especially in Las Vegas...but which should she choose? Well, since she hated roller coasters, it would be wise to pick someone who hated coasters more. Which meant Seto. SJ had already grabbed Pegasus anyway. And of course Yami and Bakura were glaring at each other. Eruantale blinked and decided on Seto before anyone else could grab him. She beamed and walked up to him. "I bet I can ride more than you, Kaiba."
Kaiba sweatdropped. (~.~;) "I bet you can too."
"Great! So it's a deal then, neh?" She seemed to happy all at once for her own good.
"...what do you mean...deal?"
"If I ride more coasters then you, you have to be my slave for a week. Or at least pamper me. And come on, Kaiba, it's Las Vegas!" Eruantale smirked, running her fingers together. "Cha-ching."
Kaiba frowned. "We're not in Las Vegas yet Eruantale. You're on."
She smirked. "Oh good. I was worried I wouldn't get much of a challenge."
WSJ was already dragging Pegasus away. Ryou had paired up with Yuugi, and Jou and Mai were semi-glaring at each other.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Chairman Kaga of Iron Chef popped up and yelled, "Allez Cuisine! ...erm...Allez Coaster de Rouleau!"
And so the race began...
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WSJ: *snickers* We don't own YGO. Just ourselves. Stay tuned for the next chapter!
God bless minna-san!
