*looks around nervously* Yeah, it definitely took me about ten years to update this story, didn't it? *sweatdrop* Sowwie! I been sick and busy and lazy and my Internet isn't working and I have to use my brother's computer and we're getting rid of AOL and I'm lazy and I'm busy and I'm lazy and I'M SORRY! *begs for forgiveness* I've had this chapter half-done for a while, but I just finished it on May 25th at 1:26 in the morning. I dunno when it's gonna get posted, but that's when it was done. I'm so sorry!!
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By the way, I put Tea in this chapter. I don't like her too much so she's gonna sound really dumb and really preppy and I'll probably make fun of her a little bit. There's not TOO much bashing. *innocent smile*
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Disclaimer: Eh, I don't Yu-Gi-Oh!. It'd be nice if I did, but I don't. *shrugs*
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Tristan, Tea, and Bakura were sitting on chairs in Yugi's small living room while Joey lay on the couch. Me and Yugi had taken them into the kitchen earlier and explained what happened. So now, all of us were in the living room with my mom and the detective, talking about how we were going to nail Mr. Wheeler.
"I wanna go undercover," I said, nodding vigorously. "Yeah, I wanna be so disguised that Mr. Wheeler wouldn't recognize me if I told him my name."
My mom rolled her eyes. "Kea, this is serious."
"Yeah-yeah, I know it is, but that'd be a real good disguise."
Tea sat back in her chair and covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. She looked back up at us and said, "I think this is all just really really really complicated and none of us should bother the detective. I mean, the important thing is how Joey feels about all this. I don't want Joey to get hurt by anything."
At first, I took that comment as a statement of care for her friends because I remembered how Joey warned me that Tea rambles on and on about friendship. But then when I saw the way her eyes glassed over when she looked at Joey, I decided to keep watch on her a little bit and make sure she wasn't trying to move in on him.
Tristan slammed a fist into his palm. "I think we should just go in there and pound him!" he said. "That'll get his attention for sure!"
"Let's stick to what could work," Detective Putro said. "We're going to go to the house. Kea has to be able to get in and show me where the alcohol is, meaning I'll have to get in, too. How can we do that?"
"Well, maybe if Mr. Wheeler is distracted," Bakura said thoughtfully. It wasn't until then that his British accent struck me. I studied him for a moment. He was like a really big teddy bear. He was just one of those guys you'd want to cuddle with.
... On second thought, I think I wanna cuddle with Joey.
Anyway, I shook the thoughts about Bakura out of my head and listened to the conversation. I had missed a bit, and they were already talking about having Tristan dress up as someone from the IRS or some government organization.
"That'll never work," I said. "They don't come to a summer house. They'd come to the house in Domino."
"Hmm, good point," Detective Putro said. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "We need to think of someone who Mr. Wheeler would let into his house without any suspicion, and Kea has to be able to disguise herself as it ... does anyone have any ideas?"
I sat quietly for a moment, all of us thinking. Then it hit me. I sat up straight and said, "I can dress up like a prostitute."
Joey's eyes widened and he stared at me with a look of disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me," he said plainly. I looked at him and shook my head, ready to tell him how good of an idea it was, but he cut me off too quick. "No. No, that's it, that's final. You're not going to my drunken father dressed like a two dollar slut after what he did."
I blinked, taking in Joey's words. Then I realized what he had said and quickly questioned, "Two dollars, Joey, is that all you think I'm worth?"
Rolling his eyes, Joey sighed. "That's not what I meant," he said. "I'm not letting you dress up as some prostitute."
"Why the heck not!" I demanded. "It's a good idea! Somebody like your dad would definitely let me in the house, then I could get into the kitchen and show Detective Putro where the alcohol is. She could make an arrest like that!" I snapped my fingers to prove my point.
"No, no, hell no," Joey said, shaking his head. "That's final."
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms across my stomach. I looked over at my mom, who seemed to be in thought.
"As long as that slimeball doesn't put his hands on you, it seems like a good idea," Mom said.
"Yeah, and if Mr. Wheeler doesn't let you in," Tristan began with a sly grin on his face, "you could come to my house and I'll accept your services."
Joey would have beat the snot out of Tristan if he wasn't stuck on the couch at the moment. Yugi, however, did have to hold Joey back from jumping off the couch and hobbling over to Tristan to make an attempt at knocking the stuffing out of him.
"Detective Putro," my mom said, ignoring Joey's death glares to the tall, skinny brunette across from him, "can you promise me that Kea won't be touched if she goes dressed as a prostitute?"
Detective Putro sighed. "I can't promise anything, I'm sorry. It would require at least a miniscule amount of touching for it to be believable to Mr. Wheeler, but nothing sexual would go on, I can promise that much. I would be with her whenever she would be around Mr. Wheeler, and I'd be armed as well."
"Armed?" Tea asked, almost in a whisper. "Like ... guns? Omigod."
I rolled my eyes and decided to keep my comments about Tea to myself. "So are we doing this or are we not doing this?" I asked. "We've already established that it can work, and my mom's cool with it. Can we do it?"
Detective Putro looked down at all the notes she took and said, "I can have people here today to help us and we can do this by tonight. The only thing is that we're gonna need a way for him to find us. Plus someone to drive us there and be able to contact us through ear pieces while we're in the house."
"We can figure out how to get to him later," I said, waving that off. "That'll be easy, Mr. Wheeler's horny as all anything, we can figure that out."
Detective Putro nodded. "Good. Now about our driver. Tea? Can you drive?"
Tea sat up straight and shook her head. "No. Yes. I mean, I can drive, but I won't do it. This is too scary."
We all fell silent and thought of someone else that could drive me and the detective there. After a second, Joey asked, "Hey Bakura, didn't you just get your license?"
"Yes," Bakura replied. "I guess I would be able to drive you two out there if that's what you want me to do."
"Could ya?" I asked kindly, clasping my hands together for effect.
Bakura shrugged and smiled warmly. "Of course," he said.
"Yes!" I said, punching the air. "We got a driver!"
"Wait just a second now," Detective Putro said. "Unless Mr. Wheeler finds us on the corner, he'll never believe a guy driving two prostitutes to someone's house. It has to be a girl in the front seat."
Again, the room fell silent. We all looked around, all of our minds blank. Finally, I sighed and slowly asked, "Bakura ... can you do me a really big favor ..."
Bakura looked at me wearily, knowing what I was about to ask. "Um ... I suppose ... I could ..." he said wearily.
I bit my bottom lip, feeling like an idiot for even thinking something like this. I closed my eyes and slowly asked, "Could you dress up like a girl please ...?"
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Awwwwwwwwwww why'd I do dat! *pout* No, this is not gonna get freaky, and Bakura is NOT gay. I told you once, I'm telling you again, this story will NOT get yaoi. For all you people who think this is gonna get weird, I just threw it in there for a little comedy in upcoming chapters. It won't get too weird, I promise.
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By the way, I put Tea in this chapter. I don't like her too much so she's gonna sound really dumb and really preppy and I'll probably make fun of her a little bit. There's not TOO much bashing. *innocent smile*
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Disclaimer: Eh, I don't Yu-Gi-Oh!. It'd be nice if I did, but I don't. *shrugs*
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Tristan, Tea, and Bakura were sitting on chairs in Yugi's small living room while Joey lay on the couch. Me and Yugi had taken them into the kitchen earlier and explained what happened. So now, all of us were in the living room with my mom and the detective, talking about how we were going to nail Mr. Wheeler.
"I wanna go undercover," I said, nodding vigorously. "Yeah, I wanna be so disguised that Mr. Wheeler wouldn't recognize me if I told him my name."
My mom rolled her eyes. "Kea, this is serious."
"Yeah-yeah, I know it is, but that'd be a real good disguise."
Tea sat back in her chair and covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. She looked back up at us and said, "I think this is all just really really really complicated and none of us should bother the detective. I mean, the important thing is how Joey feels about all this. I don't want Joey to get hurt by anything."
At first, I took that comment as a statement of care for her friends because I remembered how Joey warned me that Tea rambles on and on about friendship. But then when I saw the way her eyes glassed over when she looked at Joey, I decided to keep watch on her a little bit and make sure she wasn't trying to move in on him.
Tristan slammed a fist into his palm. "I think we should just go in there and pound him!" he said. "That'll get his attention for sure!"
"Let's stick to what could work," Detective Putro said. "We're going to go to the house. Kea has to be able to get in and show me where the alcohol is, meaning I'll have to get in, too. How can we do that?"
"Well, maybe if Mr. Wheeler is distracted," Bakura said thoughtfully. It wasn't until then that his British accent struck me. I studied him for a moment. He was like a really big teddy bear. He was just one of those guys you'd want to cuddle with.
... On second thought, I think I wanna cuddle with Joey.
Anyway, I shook the thoughts about Bakura out of my head and listened to the conversation. I had missed a bit, and they were already talking about having Tristan dress up as someone from the IRS or some government organization.
"That'll never work," I said. "They don't come to a summer house. They'd come to the house in Domino."
"Hmm, good point," Detective Putro said. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "We need to think of someone who Mr. Wheeler would let into his house without any suspicion, and Kea has to be able to disguise herself as it ... does anyone have any ideas?"
I sat quietly for a moment, all of us thinking. Then it hit me. I sat up straight and said, "I can dress up like a prostitute."
Joey's eyes widened and he stared at me with a look of disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me," he said plainly. I looked at him and shook my head, ready to tell him how good of an idea it was, but he cut me off too quick. "No. No, that's it, that's final. You're not going to my drunken father dressed like a two dollar slut after what he did."
I blinked, taking in Joey's words. Then I realized what he had said and quickly questioned, "Two dollars, Joey, is that all you think I'm worth?"
Rolling his eyes, Joey sighed. "That's not what I meant," he said. "I'm not letting you dress up as some prostitute."
"Why the heck not!" I demanded. "It's a good idea! Somebody like your dad would definitely let me in the house, then I could get into the kitchen and show Detective Putro where the alcohol is. She could make an arrest like that!" I snapped my fingers to prove my point.
"No, no, hell no," Joey said, shaking his head. "That's final."
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms across my stomach. I looked over at my mom, who seemed to be in thought.
"As long as that slimeball doesn't put his hands on you, it seems like a good idea," Mom said.
"Yeah, and if Mr. Wheeler doesn't let you in," Tristan began with a sly grin on his face, "you could come to my house and I'll accept your services."
Joey would have beat the snot out of Tristan if he wasn't stuck on the couch at the moment. Yugi, however, did have to hold Joey back from jumping off the couch and hobbling over to Tristan to make an attempt at knocking the stuffing out of him.
"Detective Putro," my mom said, ignoring Joey's death glares to the tall, skinny brunette across from him, "can you promise me that Kea won't be touched if she goes dressed as a prostitute?"
Detective Putro sighed. "I can't promise anything, I'm sorry. It would require at least a miniscule amount of touching for it to be believable to Mr. Wheeler, but nothing sexual would go on, I can promise that much. I would be with her whenever she would be around Mr. Wheeler, and I'd be armed as well."
"Armed?" Tea asked, almost in a whisper. "Like ... guns? Omigod."
I rolled my eyes and decided to keep my comments about Tea to myself. "So are we doing this or are we not doing this?" I asked. "We've already established that it can work, and my mom's cool with it. Can we do it?"
Detective Putro looked down at all the notes she took and said, "I can have people here today to help us and we can do this by tonight. The only thing is that we're gonna need a way for him to find us. Plus someone to drive us there and be able to contact us through ear pieces while we're in the house."
"We can figure out how to get to him later," I said, waving that off. "That'll be easy, Mr. Wheeler's horny as all anything, we can figure that out."
Detective Putro nodded. "Good. Now about our driver. Tea? Can you drive?"
Tea sat up straight and shook her head. "No. Yes. I mean, I can drive, but I won't do it. This is too scary."
We all fell silent and thought of someone else that could drive me and the detective there. After a second, Joey asked, "Hey Bakura, didn't you just get your license?"
"Yes," Bakura replied. "I guess I would be able to drive you two out there if that's what you want me to do."
"Could ya?" I asked kindly, clasping my hands together for effect.
Bakura shrugged and smiled warmly. "Of course," he said.
"Yes!" I said, punching the air. "We got a driver!"
"Wait just a second now," Detective Putro said. "Unless Mr. Wheeler finds us on the corner, he'll never believe a guy driving two prostitutes to someone's house. It has to be a girl in the front seat."
Again, the room fell silent. We all looked around, all of our minds blank. Finally, I sighed and slowly asked, "Bakura ... can you do me a really big favor ..."
Bakura looked at me wearily, knowing what I was about to ask. "Um ... I suppose ... I could ..." he said wearily.
I bit my bottom lip, feeling like an idiot for even thinking something like this. I closed my eyes and slowly asked, "Could you dress up like a girl please ...?"
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Awwwwwwwwwww why'd I do dat! *pout* No, this is not gonna get freaky, and Bakura is NOT gay. I told you once, I'm telling you again, this story will NOT get yaoi. For all you people who think this is gonna get weird, I just threw it in there for a little comedy in upcoming chapters. It won't get too weird, I promise.
