A/N: Chapter 12 is finally up, after ff.net refused to upload FOREVER. And, of course, here are review responses.
Ashita: Wow. That's the longest review I've ever gotten. *Is amazed, and very happy*
Yeah, I know what you mean about the losing interest. That happened with an old Digimon fic of mine (but then again, it was bad to begin with >_
*Is very flattered by the compliments* I did that much better last chapter? ^_^
Yes... Lot's of yamis... *Hugs yamis tightly* Yeah, they're becoming friends, no matter how much they deny it. ^_^
I'm so glad you like Mafdet so much! I really love her, and I'm glad other people do too. ^_^ She does think she's royalty. Being raised by Yami, what else would she think? *Grin*
Heh, I'm glad you like the odd little things I throw in. Most are very spur of the moment, so I'm glad they're well received. ^_^
I'm not complaining about your reviews getting longer! ^_^ I'm just wondering how long this story's gonna' be... I'm already to chapter 12 and I'm less than halfway done... Maybe 30 chapters or so? This story just keeps on growing...
Thanks again! The reason my responses aren't very long is that I'm still speechless. ^_^
Borath: I thought all my reviewers besides Ashita had abandoned me! ^_^ But okay, if you haven't shown up in a day or two, I'll Email you or something... Though if you don't want me to, go ahead and tell me. ^_^ *Is annoying without meaning to be*
I'm glad you still like how I'm writing Grandpa, and about the claustrophobia... I forgot. *Sweatdrop*
I'm pretty sure that's what turbulence is. ^_^ Sorry...
And a new update! Yay for me!
Lady Shang: I'm glad you like! Thanks for the review!
C.A: Yeah... You did review twice. But aparently, on the main page of ff.net, they said that all reviews from the 4th or something got deleted. *Twitch* So I'll respond to both.
I have no idea what bongela is, but I'm sorry you bit your tounge. ^_^' Thanks for the chocolate! (*Ahonda waves happily as she munches on it*) I bite my lip more than my tongue... And I know how anoying that is. And yes, the yamis want to kill you. *Grins* Anyway, glad you liked the chapter!
Okay, that's it for reviews.
Also, if there's anyone who's interested in HUGE spoilers about Yami and Seto in ancient Egypt (Borath, if you like spoilers, you'll want to read this), you can go read about it by clicking the link on my profile, just below the status' of the stories (since ff.net won't allow me to even type the address.) -_-
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, Windex, or anything else like that.
Summary of Last Time: Our lovable yamis ran rampant in the airport, and then got on the plane and proceeded to be terrified.
Preview for this Time: More fun...
Warnings: Uh... Cursing, maybe? I don't know...
Japanese: None, I think.
Please review!
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Eien; part 12
by: Amiasha
"Rematch!" Yami B exclaimed, as Yami glanced at him from the corners of his exotic looking eyes.
"I've beaten you 9 times already." Yami answered, looking back down and giggling tipsily.
"Guys, this isn't really a good idea..." Yuugi spoke up hesitantly. "I think you two should stop now."
Yami and Yami B had switched seats with their others due to their growing claustrophobia, and now Yami B was on the isle seat with Yami next to him. Then Yami B had had a so called 'wonderful' idea.
For the past ten minutes, the two yamis had been doing shot races.
Yami B wasn't too drunk, he was functioning with most of his usual character intact, but apparently Yami didn't hold his alcohol well. The younger spirit was giggling happily, his cheeks flushed bright red and his hair in disarray.
"Nonsense, aibou!" Yami said perkily, turning to his other. "There's no reason why we should stop! I'm going for the record of how many times I can beat the tomb robber in an hour!"
Yuugi blinked, staring at his yami. "You're very drunk." He stated.
Most of the group had fallen asleep earlier, and only Yuugi, Bakura, Ryuuji, and Joey were awake to referee. Ryuuji didn't seem interested and wasn't paying attention, and Joey was absolutely no help. So Yuugi and Bakura were on their own. Their darks had been drinking whiskey shots, and Yami kept beating Yami B, much to the white haired thief's charagin.
"Hey, can we get some tequila shots now?" Yami B asked a passing stewardess.
"Sure thing." She said, sauntering off to get some more drinks for the two handsome teenagers.
Yami B looked over at Yami who was still giggling. "Who would have guessed that you could beat me in shot races?" He remarked in awe.
Yami just shrugged and giggled some more. Yami B shook his head and sighed.
"Yami, you shouldn't-" Yuugi started, setting his hand on his yami's shoulder, but was cut off by the stewardess returning.
"Here ya' go!" She said cheerily, handing Yami B a few shots.
Yami B took them and procceded to ignore her. He handed a shot to Yami. "Okay Pharaoh, listen up. This is how you do tequila shots." He pulled Bakura's blue onflight bag out from under his seat, and rummaged inside it for something. He pulled out a ziplock bag that had, of all things, lime slices in it.
"What're those for?" Yami asked, just sober enough to be curious.
"They're for the shots." Yami B explained. "It's somewhat important."
Yami just nodded, not really having any clue as to what was going on.
"You planned all of this, didn't you?" Bakura asked with an annoyed yet amused expression.
Yami B ignored him and hailed the stewardess again. "Hey, you think I could get some salt?" He asked innocently.
The stewardess blinked, realization dawning on her face as she saw the lime slices. "Sure." She finally said, reaching into a bag on the side of her cart and handing Yami B some small white packets of salt like you get at fastfood restaurants.
"Thanks." Yami B said again, turning back to Yami. "This is how this'll go." He started. "Now, this would work better if you had both arms functioning correctly, but it'll be alright. You hold your hand like this..." He said, taking Yami's right hand and turning it as if he was going to do a thumbs up. He moved Yami's thumb down to about parallel with his fore finger, so the space between his thumb and fore finger made a flat area.
Then Yami B took one of the packets of salt and opened it, pouring a little onto the place on Yami's hand. "Now hold that hand still."
Yami did as he was told, a little too drunk to really object even if he wanted to. He blew a strand of his bangs out of his eyes, but it promptly fell right back.
Yami B handed Yami a shot, and placed a lime slice on the tray next to him. "Okay, here's how it'll go. You'll lick the salt, drink the shot, and then suck on the lime. We'll judge this race by who finishes their shot first, like the other shots. But you have to make sure to lick the salt first, or you'll get disqualified."
Yami nodded, as Yami B set up his own salt, handed the packet to Joey, and picked up his shot.
"On three. Joey, count us." Yami B said, looking up through his bangs at Joey.
Joey nodded vigorously. "No prob'. Three, two, one, GO!" He shouted, making the rest of the plane shush him.
Yami and Yami B licked the salt in record time, then tipped their heads back quickly and downed the drinks, Yami finishing again just before Yami B. Then the two shoved the limes in their mouths.
"Yami wins again!" Joey said in amazement as the yamis continued with their limes.
Yami B frowned and took his lime out of his mouth, as Yami giggled yet again after removing his own. "That's just not right." Yami B commented. "I'm the one who drinks. I should be able to win a damn shot race!"
"Not when yer 'ponnent's King of Gamesh!" Yami said triumphantly, his words slurring together. He sounded a lot like Joey, actually.
Yami B looked at him. "Okay, I'm beginning to feel irresponsible now. You're very drunk, Pharaoh." He said, sounding very amused.
"Nah'm not..." Yami protested, brushing the hair out of his eyes again.
"Yes you are." Yami B affirmed, shaking his head in mock despair causing his hair to fall in his face. "Drink some water." He said, handing Yami a glass of water from his tray.
Yami took it tipsily and began drinking it.
Yuugi sighed and shook his head. "He's going to have quite a hangover... at 7:00 tonight." The boy remarked.
"And your grandfather will likely kill you for letting Yami get drunk." Bakura noted calmly, glancing lazily over at Yuugi.
Yuugi gave Bakura and look of indignation and lightly shoved him. "Oh yeah, thanks. It was your yami that got him drunk in the first place."
"But you should have supervised!" Bakura countered, and shoved back.
"So should you!"
"So should you!"
The two boys continued their shoving and giggling match as Yami B sighed until Yami laid his head on Yuugi's shoulder. "Tired..." Yami murmured sleepily.
Yuugi laughed and pet his yami's hair. "Then go to sleep. And I'm not letting you shot race with Yami Bakura again." He joked.
Yami nodded slightly, his face still flushed. "Wake me'up when we get to France..." He said softly.
Yuugi snorted, leaning his head back against the seats. "We're not going to France..." He said to his dark, but Yami had already fallen asleep.
"You'd think a king could drink more." Yami B commented, raising another glass of tequila and drinking it straight.
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Yuugi gently shook his yami awake. "Yami? Hey, Yami, wake up. We're there."
Yami yawned, blinking awake. He immediately frowned, put his left hand up to his eyes to shield them from the light, and groaned. "Aibou... I have a bloody headache..."
"You have a hangover." Yuugi corrected in an amused tone. "Remember your drinking?" He asked, pushing his dark into a sitting position.
"Oh... Right..." Yami said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to alleviate the pressure of the headache. "That wasn't my brightest moment..."
"No it wasn't." Yuugi agreed, laughing.
Yami B was standing, trying to get out into the isle. Of course, like buses, when planes land there's always a rush to get out. And so people were crammed in the isle, and even the notorious king of thieves couldn't make his way into an opening. So he was scowling at everyone and muttering death threats under his breath.
"Having fun, Tomb Robber?" Yami asked dryly, smirking at the other spirit's back.
"More than you could imagine." Yami B answered in an identical tone. Some man bumped into him and kept right on walking. Yami B flipped him off.
"Way to keep your calm." Yami commented.
"Shut it." Yami B responded, and resumed his activity.
Eventually, everyone managed to get off the plane and into the gate. Where everything was Chinese, of course.
"Can anyone read these signs?" Yami B asked, raising an eyebrow at the group.
Everyone but Seto sweatdropped. "Yes." Seto said. "What would you all do without me?"
"Probably live happy and fulfilling lives." Yami answered. Then he paused, considering. "Especially in my case, you backstabbing priest."
Seto decided not to comment on that, instead going to find the signs that told where the car rental was. Yami took the opportunity to look around.
The airport had a decidedly gold glow to it, with pale gold walls and warm melonish colored carpet. There were rich green ferns around the plexi-glass walls that kept people from falling onto the stairs. There were stores with varying styles, some darker with a more mystical style, some with wide clean floors and fluorescent lights like department stores, and some in other designs all their own.
The signs were dark green, like the plants, with white Chinese lettering. And, of course, there were the oh-so-enjoyable floor conveyers.
While his other was distracted with helping Seto, Yami B began to migrate towards said conveyers. Yami pulled him back and glared at him.
"You're not fun in the slightest, Pharaoh." Yami B commented lightly, smiling at the annoyed look on the younger spirit's face. "Wait, I take that back. You are fun when you're drunk."
"Ha ha." Yami said flatly, releasing Yami B's shirt. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again. "You're so amusing."
"Not as amusing as that." Yami B said suddenly, pointing behind Yami. Yami turned around and looked, to see Seto and the rest of the group watching as Joey was pulled along the conveyer due to the fact that he'd somehow gotten his shoelace stuck in the moving railing.
"Oh." Yami just said, not sure what to make of that. It was funny... But it was also quite sad, really. In a very funny and slightly embarrassing way.
Serenity was hiding her face, even though no one in the airport would be able to recognize her as the inept blond's sister. Yuugi was sweatdropping, a both concerned and embarrassed look on his face as he made his way to help his friend, Sugoroku right behind him.
Yami B walked over to Seto, and stopped right behind him. "Boo."
Seto turned around calmly, glaring down at the white haired thief. "What?" He asked in an irritated tone.
Yami B ignored his tone, and instead pointed at the sign without looking away from Seto. "Figured anything out yet?"
"Yes." Seto said in annoyance, his arms folded. "As soon as we get Wheeler detached from the conveyers we can go." As he said Joey's last name, he turned to watch Yuugi and Sugoroku do their best to get the blond loose.
Yami B, bored with harassing Seto, wandered off to find Yami again. Said Pharaoh was where he'd been left, and didn't look especially happy.
"So what's the plan, Pharaoh? Where, I shudder to ask, are we going next?" Yami B asked, glancing over at Yami who was still rubbing his nose.
"Some hotel. I don't know where or which one." Yami answered. He frowned. "I wish we'd actually leave instead of standing around." He added.
"Psh, you and I both." Yami B agreed, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms. "I feel as if I'm surrounded by little ants, all running around with their own silly little lives until I spray them with Windex."
Yami's head shot around and he looked at Yami B. His expression was made up of a mix of surprise, amusement, shock, and horror. "That was rather sudden."
"I'm a little frustrated." Yami B explained calmly. "And hungry, too." He commented. Yami B pushed himself off the wall and walked over to Bakura. He tapped the teen on the shoulder. "Ryou?"
"Hm?" Bakura asked his dark, looking over his shoulder. "Yes?"
"Do you have any money?" Yami B asked innocently with a smile.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "What for?" He asked, almost dreading the answer.
Yami B caught onto that, and grinned. "What, my dear other, don't you trust me?" He asked in sugary voice.
"As far as I can throw you. You never call me 'dear'. And I'm glad, because it's rather frightening." Bakura answered calmly.
Yami B was still grinning, but he stopped their banter even though he was quite pleased with his other's responses. "Actually, I wanted some money so we could get some lunch. Or snack. Or whatever, since I have no idea what time it is here. It doesn't look as if they're going to get Joey free any time soon, at least with his shoe intact..." He glanced over at the collection of people around Joey. He turned back to Bakura. "I'm hungry, and I want to take the Pharaoh too because he looks like he's going to keel over."
Bakura looked over at the puzzle spirit, who appeared to be trying to rub the skin off his nose. "That might be a good idea. Especially with that shot race the two of you did." He glared pointedly as he said that last sentence.
Yami B waved his comment off. "So? Money?" He asked again.
Bakura gave his dark one last suspicious look, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out 15 dollars. "That should be enough for the two of you." He handed the money to Yami B.
"Thank you aibou, now I'll be-" Yami B started, but was cut off by Bakura.
"Hold on. There are a few rules you need to follow. One, don't stray too far. And I mean it. Two, don't loose Yami. That means pay attention. And three, don't cause problems. That means don't kill anyone, don't let Yami kill anyone, don't harass the waiter at wherever you go, and don't do that vampire thing you do sometimes."
"Shh!" Yami B said, causing Bakura to smirk somewhat evilly. "Don't mention that. I have a reputation."
"If that's what you call it." Bakura said nonchalantly. "Anyway, be back soon. I'll tell Yuugi and Mr. Motou where Yami's gone."
"Thanks for the money Ryou." Yami B said hurriedly, before turning and making his way over to Yami.
Yami looked up at him as he approached. "What were you doing?" He asked, only mildly curious.
"Getting some money from my other." Yami B answered, grinning again. "Come on, we're going to get something to eat."
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A/N: So... Anyone like? I don't have much time right now, so I'm ending there. ^_^ Please review!
Ashita: Wow. That's the longest review I've ever gotten. *Is amazed, and very happy*
Yeah, I know what you mean about the losing interest. That happened with an old Digimon fic of mine (but then again, it was bad to begin with >_
*Is very flattered by the compliments* I did that much better last chapter? ^_^
Yes... Lot's of yamis... *Hugs yamis tightly* Yeah, they're becoming friends, no matter how much they deny it. ^_^
I'm so glad you like Mafdet so much! I really love her, and I'm glad other people do too. ^_^ She does think she's royalty. Being raised by Yami, what else would she think? *Grin*
Heh, I'm glad you like the odd little things I throw in. Most are very spur of the moment, so I'm glad they're well received. ^_^
I'm not complaining about your reviews getting longer! ^_^ I'm just wondering how long this story's gonna' be... I'm already to chapter 12 and I'm less than halfway done... Maybe 30 chapters or so? This story just keeps on growing...
Thanks again! The reason my responses aren't very long is that I'm still speechless. ^_^
Borath: I thought all my reviewers besides Ashita had abandoned me! ^_^ But okay, if you haven't shown up in a day or two, I'll Email you or something... Though if you don't want me to, go ahead and tell me. ^_^ *Is annoying without meaning to be*
I'm glad you still like how I'm writing Grandpa, and about the claustrophobia... I forgot. *Sweatdrop*
I'm pretty sure that's what turbulence is. ^_^ Sorry...
And a new update! Yay for me!
Lady Shang: I'm glad you like! Thanks for the review!
C.A: Yeah... You did review twice. But aparently, on the main page of ff.net, they said that all reviews from the 4th or something got deleted. *Twitch* So I'll respond to both.
I have no idea what bongela is, but I'm sorry you bit your tounge. ^_^' Thanks for the chocolate! (*Ahonda waves happily as she munches on it*) I bite my lip more than my tongue... And I know how anoying that is. And yes, the yamis want to kill you. *Grins* Anyway, glad you liked the chapter!
Okay, that's it for reviews.
Also, if there's anyone who's interested in HUGE spoilers about Yami and Seto in ancient Egypt (Borath, if you like spoilers, you'll want to read this), you can go read about it by clicking the link on my profile, just below the status' of the stories (since ff.net won't allow me to even type the address.) -_-
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, Windex, or anything else like that.
Summary of Last Time: Our lovable yamis ran rampant in the airport, and then got on the plane and proceeded to be terrified.
Preview for this Time: More fun...
Warnings: Uh... Cursing, maybe? I don't know...
Japanese: None, I think.
Please review!
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Eien; part 12
by: Amiasha
"Rematch!" Yami B exclaimed, as Yami glanced at him from the corners of his exotic looking eyes.
"I've beaten you 9 times already." Yami answered, looking back down and giggling tipsily.
"Guys, this isn't really a good idea..." Yuugi spoke up hesitantly. "I think you two should stop now."
Yami and Yami B had switched seats with their others due to their growing claustrophobia, and now Yami B was on the isle seat with Yami next to him. Then Yami B had had a so called 'wonderful' idea.
For the past ten minutes, the two yamis had been doing shot races.
Yami B wasn't too drunk, he was functioning with most of his usual character intact, but apparently Yami didn't hold his alcohol well. The younger spirit was giggling happily, his cheeks flushed bright red and his hair in disarray.
"Nonsense, aibou!" Yami said perkily, turning to his other. "There's no reason why we should stop! I'm going for the record of how many times I can beat the tomb robber in an hour!"
Yuugi blinked, staring at his yami. "You're very drunk." He stated.
Most of the group had fallen asleep earlier, and only Yuugi, Bakura, Ryuuji, and Joey were awake to referee. Ryuuji didn't seem interested and wasn't paying attention, and Joey was absolutely no help. So Yuugi and Bakura were on their own. Their darks had been drinking whiskey shots, and Yami kept beating Yami B, much to the white haired thief's charagin.
"Hey, can we get some tequila shots now?" Yami B asked a passing stewardess.
"Sure thing." She said, sauntering off to get some more drinks for the two handsome teenagers.
Yami B looked over at Yami who was still giggling. "Who would have guessed that you could beat me in shot races?" He remarked in awe.
Yami just shrugged and giggled some more. Yami B shook his head and sighed.
"Yami, you shouldn't-" Yuugi started, setting his hand on his yami's shoulder, but was cut off by the stewardess returning.
"Here ya' go!" She said cheerily, handing Yami B a few shots.
Yami B took them and procceded to ignore her. He handed a shot to Yami. "Okay Pharaoh, listen up. This is how you do tequila shots." He pulled Bakura's blue onflight bag out from under his seat, and rummaged inside it for something. He pulled out a ziplock bag that had, of all things, lime slices in it.
"What're those for?" Yami asked, just sober enough to be curious.
"They're for the shots." Yami B explained. "It's somewhat important."
Yami just nodded, not really having any clue as to what was going on.
"You planned all of this, didn't you?" Bakura asked with an annoyed yet amused expression.
Yami B ignored him and hailed the stewardess again. "Hey, you think I could get some salt?" He asked innocently.
The stewardess blinked, realization dawning on her face as she saw the lime slices. "Sure." She finally said, reaching into a bag on the side of her cart and handing Yami B some small white packets of salt like you get at fastfood restaurants.
"Thanks." Yami B said again, turning back to Yami. "This is how this'll go." He started. "Now, this would work better if you had both arms functioning correctly, but it'll be alright. You hold your hand like this..." He said, taking Yami's right hand and turning it as if he was going to do a thumbs up. He moved Yami's thumb down to about parallel with his fore finger, so the space between his thumb and fore finger made a flat area.
Then Yami B took one of the packets of salt and opened it, pouring a little onto the place on Yami's hand. "Now hold that hand still."
Yami did as he was told, a little too drunk to really object even if he wanted to. He blew a strand of his bangs out of his eyes, but it promptly fell right back.
Yami B handed Yami a shot, and placed a lime slice on the tray next to him. "Okay, here's how it'll go. You'll lick the salt, drink the shot, and then suck on the lime. We'll judge this race by who finishes their shot first, like the other shots. But you have to make sure to lick the salt first, or you'll get disqualified."
Yami nodded, as Yami B set up his own salt, handed the packet to Joey, and picked up his shot.
"On three. Joey, count us." Yami B said, looking up through his bangs at Joey.
Joey nodded vigorously. "No prob'. Three, two, one, GO!" He shouted, making the rest of the plane shush him.
Yami and Yami B licked the salt in record time, then tipped their heads back quickly and downed the drinks, Yami finishing again just before Yami B. Then the two shoved the limes in their mouths.
"Yami wins again!" Joey said in amazement as the yamis continued with their limes.
Yami B frowned and took his lime out of his mouth, as Yami giggled yet again after removing his own. "That's just not right." Yami B commented. "I'm the one who drinks. I should be able to win a damn shot race!"
"Not when yer 'ponnent's King of Gamesh!" Yami said triumphantly, his words slurring together. He sounded a lot like Joey, actually.
Yami B looked at him. "Okay, I'm beginning to feel irresponsible now. You're very drunk, Pharaoh." He said, sounding very amused.
"Nah'm not..." Yami protested, brushing the hair out of his eyes again.
"Yes you are." Yami B affirmed, shaking his head in mock despair causing his hair to fall in his face. "Drink some water." He said, handing Yami a glass of water from his tray.
Yami took it tipsily and began drinking it.
Yuugi sighed and shook his head. "He's going to have quite a hangover... at 7:00 tonight." The boy remarked.
"And your grandfather will likely kill you for letting Yami get drunk." Bakura noted calmly, glancing lazily over at Yuugi.
Yuugi gave Bakura and look of indignation and lightly shoved him. "Oh yeah, thanks. It was your yami that got him drunk in the first place."
"But you should have supervised!" Bakura countered, and shoved back.
"So should you!"
"So should you!"
The two boys continued their shoving and giggling match as Yami B sighed until Yami laid his head on Yuugi's shoulder. "Tired..." Yami murmured sleepily.
Yuugi laughed and pet his yami's hair. "Then go to sleep. And I'm not letting you shot race with Yami Bakura again." He joked.
Yami nodded slightly, his face still flushed. "Wake me'up when we get to France..." He said softly.
Yuugi snorted, leaning his head back against the seats. "We're not going to France..." He said to his dark, but Yami had already fallen asleep.
"You'd think a king could drink more." Yami B commented, raising another glass of tequila and drinking it straight.
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Yuugi gently shook his yami awake. "Yami? Hey, Yami, wake up. We're there."
Yami yawned, blinking awake. He immediately frowned, put his left hand up to his eyes to shield them from the light, and groaned. "Aibou... I have a bloody headache..."
"You have a hangover." Yuugi corrected in an amused tone. "Remember your drinking?" He asked, pushing his dark into a sitting position.
"Oh... Right..." Yami said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to alleviate the pressure of the headache. "That wasn't my brightest moment..."
"No it wasn't." Yuugi agreed, laughing.
Yami B was standing, trying to get out into the isle. Of course, like buses, when planes land there's always a rush to get out. And so people were crammed in the isle, and even the notorious king of thieves couldn't make his way into an opening. So he was scowling at everyone and muttering death threats under his breath.
"Having fun, Tomb Robber?" Yami asked dryly, smirking at the other spirit's back.
"More than you could imagine." Yami B answered in an identical tone. Some man bumped into him and kept right on walking. Yami B flipped him off.
"Way to keep your calm." Yami commented.
"Shut it." Yami B responded, and resumed his activity.
Eventually, everyone managed to get off the plane and into the gate. Where everything was Chinese, of course.
"Can anyone read these signs?" Yami B asked, raising an eyebrow at the group.
Everyone but Seto sweatdropped. "Yes." Seto said. "What would you all do without me?"
"Probably live happy and fulfilling lives." Yami answered. Then he paused, considering. "Especially in my case, you backstabbing priest."
Seto decided not to comment on that, instead going to find the signs that told where the car rental was. Yami took the opportunity to look around.
The airport had a decidedly gold glow to it, with pale gold walls and warm melonish colored carpet. There were rich green ferns around the plexi-glass walls that kept people from falling onto the stairs. There were stores with varying styles, some darker with a more mystical style, some with wide clean floors and fluorescent lights like department stores, and some in other designs all their own.
The signs were dark green, like the plants, with white Chinese lettering. And, of course, there were the oh-so-enjoyable floor conveyers.
While his other was distracted with helping Seto, Yami B began to migrate towards said conveyers. Yami pulled him back and glared at him.
"You're not fun in the slightest, Pharaoh." Yami B commented lightly, smiling at the annoyed look on the younger spirit's face. "Wait, I take that back. You are fun when you're drunk."
"Ha ha." Yami said flatly, releasing Yami B's shirt. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again. "You're so amusing."
"Not as amusing as that." Yami B said suddenly, pointing behind Yami. Yami turned around and looked, to see Seto and the rest of the group watching as Joey was pulled along the conveyer due to the fact that he'd somehow gotten his shoelace stuck in the moving railing.
"Oh." Yami just said, not sure what to make of that. It was funny... But it was also quite sad, really. In a very funny and slightly embarrassing way.
Serenity was hiding her face, even though no one in the airport would be able to recognize her as the inept blond's sister. Yuugi was sweatdropping, a both concerned and embarrassed look on his face as he made his way to help his friend, Sugoroku right behind him.
Yami B walked over to Seto, and stopped right behind him. "Boo."
Seto turned around calmly, glaring down at the white haired thief. "What?" He asked in an irritated tone.
Yami B ignored his tone, and instead pointed at the sign without looking away from Seto. "Figured anything out yet?"
"Yes." Seto said in annoyance, his arms folded. "As soon as we get Wheeler detached from the conveyers we can go." As he said Joey's last name, he turned to watch Yuugi and Sugoroku do their best to get the blond loose.
Yami B, bored with harassing Seto, wandered off to find Yami again. Said Pharaoh was where he'd been left, and didn't look especially happy.
"So what's the plan, Pharaoh? Where, I shudder to ask, are we going next?" Yami B asked, glancing over at Yami who was still rubbing his nose.
"Some hotel. I don't know where or which one." Yami answered. He frowned. "I wish we'd actually leave instead of standing around." He added.
"Psh, you and I both." Yami B agreed, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms. "I feel as if I'm surrounded by little ants, all running around with their own silly little lives until I spray them with Windex."
Yami's head shot around and he looked at Yami B. His expression was made up of a mix of surprise, amusement, shock, and horror. "That was rather sudden."
"I'm a little frustrated." Yami B explained calmly. "And hungry, too." He commented. Yami B pushed himself off the wall and walked over to Bakura. He tapped the teen on the shoulder. "Ryou?"
"Hm?" Bakura asked his dark, looking over his shoulder. "Yes?"
"Do you have any money?" Yami B asked innocently with a smile.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "What for?" He asked, almost dreading the answer.
Yami B caught onto that, and grinned. "What, my dear other, don't you trust me?" He asked in sugary voice.
"As far as I can throw you. You never call me 'dear'. And I'm glad, because it's rather frightening." Bakura answered calmly.
Yami B was still grinning, but he stopped their banter even though he was quite pleased with his other's responses. "Actually, I wanted some money so we could get some lunch. Or snack. Or whatever, since I have no idea what time it is here. It doesn't look as if they're going to get Joey free any time soon, at least with his shoe intact..." He glanced over at the collection of people around Joey. He turned back to Bakura. "I'm hungry, and I want to take the Pharaoh too because he looks like he's going to keel over."
Bakura looked over at the puzzle spirit, who appeared to be trying to rub the skin off his nose. "That might be a good idea. Especially with that shot race the two of you did." He glared pointedly as he said that last sentence.
Yami B waved his comment off. "So? Money?" He asked again.
Bakura gave his dark one last suspicious look, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out 15 dollars. "That should be enough for the two of you." He handed the money to Yami B.
"Thank you aibou, now I'll be-" Yami B started, but was cut off by Bakura.
"Hold on. There are a few rules you need to follow. One, don't stray too far. And I mean it. Two, don't loose Yami. That means pay attention. And three, don't cause problems. That means don't kill anyone, don't let Yami kill anyone, don't harass the waiter at wherever you go, and don't do that vampire thing you do sometimes."
"Shh!" Yami B said, causing Bakura to smirk somewhat evilly. "Don't mention that. I have a reputation."
"If that's what you call it." Bakura said nonchalantly. "Anyway, be back soon. I'll tell Yuugi and Mr. Motou where Yami's gone."
"Thanks for the money Ryou." Yami B said hurriedly, before turning and making his way over to Yami.
Yami looked up at him as he approached. "What were you doing?" He asked, only mildly curious.
"Getting some money from my other." Yami B answered, grinning again. "Come on, we're going to get something to eat."
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A/N: So... Anyone like? I don't have much time right now, so I'm ending there. ^_^ Please review!