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Chapter 2
*Japan*
Back at their apartment, Ryou sighed.
"Remind me again why we're actually going through with that lunatic's idea?"
Bakura looked up from shoving random items into his duffel bag and glared.
"Hmm, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's because -someone- thought it would be -fun-!" he snapped at Ryou. "And so I can laugh at the Pharoah when I kick him around the world and back," he added as an after-thought.
Ryou shook his head silently, a smile curving the ends of his mouth slightly upward. In reality, he was psyched for the trip. A possible 3 whole months alone with his yami! He couldn't wait!
He had had a major crush on Bakura for some time now, and this trip might just be the perfect time to do something about it, he thought happily.
Oh yes, this would indeed be a vacation to remember.
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Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Big brother will you -stop- already?! You're driving me -nuts-!" Mokuba yelled irritably.
Kaiba respected his brother's wishes and pulled his head away from the wall he had been banging it on for the last half hour, clutching it as a wave of migranes hit him.
He groaned.
"3. Whole. Months. . . . Stuck. With. The -mutt-," he growled to himself. Did it get any worse than this?
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"-WHAT-?!" screeched Joey into a pillow so that his father couldn't hear. He had just opened the envelope that he had recieved about 5 hours ago, and read the instructions for their first day of searching.
The letter said:
Joey,
I hope you're ready for your first day on the road, or rather, -sky-, tomorrow. Ha ha! I know you'll be up to the challenge! You're going to be riding first class to India on a 10:00 AM flight tomorrow, so be ready! For your sleeping plans, you will be staying at a four-star motel, I'm so nice! Unfortunately I'm too nice, because with all the urgency I haven't exactly calculated out all the money you'll be using yet, so you and Kaiba will have to be sharing a room. And hopefully there will be an extra bed. You will recieve more instructions the next day. Tomorrow, just settle down a bit and get to know the area! Good luck from me to you, although, be warned, if you don't work together with Seto you've only got a snowball's chance in hell of winning!
Sincerely, Sugoroku Motou
All Joey's mind registered was:
Joey,
Ha ha!...You're going to be...sleeping...with...Kaiba...and...sharing a...bed! Good luck from...hell!
Sugoroku Motou
He mouthed silently like a fish out of water.
The only coherent thought that he could form was: 'This prize had -better- be good.'
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"You're going to be doing -what-?!" snapped Isis at the two relations to her she wished she could remove the most often.
"Going on a scavenger hunt," said Malik slowly. Isis narrowed her eyes.
"And you expect me to just -let- you two go who-knows-where for 3 months unsupervised by anyone or anything whatsoever?!"
Malik and Marik looked at each other.
"Um. . . . yes?" Marik said uncertainly. Isis looked at them angrily.
"What do you take me for?" she asked as if they had greatly insulted her intelligence. "A -loving- big sister?" She suddenly laughed hysterically. Having abrupt mood swings was one of the prominent Ishtar family traits.
Marik pouted. 'Come -on-, Ise [pronounced 'ice'],' he mentally urged her. 'Let me have Malik all to myself for once!'
Isis finally caught her breath, and looked back up at her more or less brothers. But, as she regarded them this time, there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"Malik," she said sharply.
"Huh?" he stupidly replied.
"Do you -swear- on your motorcycle, earrings, and stereo system, that you will look after and out for Marik constantly while you're away?"
"Um. . . ." he looked sideways at his yami, who looked back at him somewhat earnestly. 'Weird'. He nodded. "Yeah." Isis redirected her peircing gaze onto Marik.
"Marik, do you swear on your CDs, new leather pants, and permission to murder someone really annoying on the first thursday of every month, that you will do the same to Malik?"
Marik looked at his other, then back at Isis.
"-All- my CDs?"
"Yes, -all- your CDs," Isis insisted grumpily, knowing full well that Marik -hated- babysitting.
"Mmm. . . ." he groaned slowly. Malik elbowed him. "-Fine-," he humphed.
Isis broke into a wide smile.
"We can go then?" asked Malik hopefully.
"On 3 conditions," Isis said.
"What -conditions-?" Marik wanted to know. Isis held up three fingers, ticking them off as she went.
"One, you -follow- the rules that I just laid down for you and look out for each other." She looked at them pointedly, and they both grudgingly nodded.
"Two, you don't steal anything, kill anyone, get on the news, reveal that I am related to you in any way, get anyone pregnant, cheat at the scavenger hunt, 'accidentally' interfere with anything relating to the government or police, get in jail, kill each -other-, send me any bills or court notices, or do anything else along those lines."
Marik wore a look that plainly said 'Hh! What else is there to -do-?!'. Malik glared at him, then nodded again.
"Finally," said Isis, looking between them. "You are not allowed to come home for at -least- two months, are to leave me in peace, and, if you -do- end up coming home sooner than I would like, you are to sleep outside and ignore any sounds that might be coming from inside the house!" she finished. "Oh, and anything you leave behind is fair game for me to go through, read, or clean out," she added.
Malik seethed.
"-What-?! This is s'posed to be a vacation for -us-, too!" he whined.
"Those are the limits," said Isis firmly. Malik growled again, but knew that further protesting would be worthless. His sister was one of the most stubborn people he knew.
Unfortunately.
"Yeah yeah, we agree," he mumbled.
"Hey," piped up Marik. "What sort of -noises- might be coming out the house for us to hear during the night, anyway?" Isis blushed.
"That's none of your business. Now off with you! Go pack!" she shooed them away quickly.
Malik caught Marik's eye as they ascended the staircase and snickered.
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Yugi shivered as another burst of evil snickering came from downstairs.
"Um, Yami? Did something happen to Grandpa that I missed, somehow?" he asked uneasily. Yami shrugged in a creeped out way.
"I swear I didn't do anything," he said solemnly. "Also, I haven't seen anything weird on TV either." The Pharoah tapped his temple. "No offense Yugi, but I think he might be starting to get a little dusty upstairs." Yugi shook his head.
"No offense taken. I think you might be right, actually." He shivered again. "Well," he said in an attempt to get his mind on something else. "At least we'll get to see the world, right?" Yami laughed.
"Always the optimistic one," he said, ruffling Yugi's hair. "Yes, I think this trip -should- be quite worthwhile, and fun just the same."
"That's the spirit!" said Yugi happily. "We'll just relax, have fun, and leave the rest of the competition in the dust!" he cheered. Yami smiled.
"Yugi?"
"Yeah?" asked Yugi, looking over at him.
"I think I'm beginning to rub off on you," Yami smirked.
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The next morning, the 4 teams arrived at the airport for their 10:00 AM flights in all different directions.
Joey and Kaiba's first destination was India, Malik and Marik were going to Alaska, Yugi and Yami were being shipped off to Mexico, and Bakura and Ryou were destined for Russia.
Yami and Kaiba tried their best to grind each other's hands into a fine powder when they shook and wished themselves good luck, as Sugoroku had forced them to.
"Flight 707 to India is now boarding. Will the first class passengers please come to Gate F? Thank you," said a voice over the intercom.
"That's us, mutt," snapped Kaiba, picking up his carry-on luggage and nudging the blonde rather forcefully in the shoulder.
"It's -Joey- to you," he grit out back. Kaiba snorted and waved him off.
"Whatever. Now hurry up." Joey growled, and grudgingly followed the CEO down to the correct boarding area.
As soon as they were out of earshot, "Hey, I bet Kaiba kills Joey first!" said Bakura cheerfully.
"You're on!" challenged Marik. "50 bucks that the punk kid kicks that stuck up dude's a--,"
"No betting!" said Ryou firmly. "We're on a tight budget," he whispered quietly to Bakura, who scoffed back at him.
"The old geezer just won the fricking lottery! -Surely- we can borrow a million or so!"
"Well. . . . ok, you're right," Ryou resigned. "But I'm betting too!"
Bakura raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Ok then, who do -you- think will kill the other first?"
"Actually," Ryou hesitated. "I bet you one -hundred- dollars that neither kills the other, and another hundred that they'll realize how similar they really are to each other before the summer is over!"
Marik and Bakura looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Fine then!" Bakura said through his snickering. "Marik, how about you get one hundred and I get the other hundred?"
"Sounds good to me!" said Marik.
"Hey!" yelled Ryou. "If -I- win, you -both- owe me a hundred!"
"Deal!" said Marik, clapping him on the back. "I want cold hard cash, by the way," he added as an after-thought. Ryou snorted at him.
"Flight 142 to Russia is now boarding," came the voice over the intercom for the second time.
"Come on Hikari!" said Bakura happily, bouncing off down the terminal. Gambling seemed to improve his mood greatly, considering it being what he thought was an ungodly hour of the morning.
"Slow down Bakura!" Ryou called in distress, attempting to go as fast as he could after his yami without being stopped by security guards.
Malik laughed as he ran off.
"Hey Yami, where is Gate M?" asked Yugi suddenly. Yami looked around, spotting a map on the wall.
"Well," he said, analyzing it and trying his best to decipher the chicken scratching symbols that were Japanese writing. "It looks as if," He squinted. "That gate is. . . . on the other side of the airport!" he finished triumphantly. Yugi paled.
Let's just put it this way: that sure as hell was one big-ass international airport.
"Flight 285 to Mexico is scheduled for departure in 5 minutes. Will all passengers please make haste in boarding? Thank you," said that voice over the intercom. Yami would have loved to strangle the owner.
He cursed, grabbed Yugi, and disappeared in a flash of Shadow Magic.
Malik sighed.
"Well, there goes the last of my entertainment. Might as well go board our -own- plane now."
"Yeah," said Marik, also slightly put out by the absence of people to make fun of. He started trudging to Gate I. His Hikari turned to the elderly Motou and saluted.
"Sayonara, sucker!" he proclaimed happily. "See -you- later! And you better have a good prize!" Grandpa just burst into evil laughter again.
Malik stared after him as he was dragged away by the terrorist security, until Marik came and grabbed him, pulling him toward the plane.
"You know, I've been thinking," began the yami. "This plane ride is sure to be boring as hell, so why not do something to spice it up a bit?"
"Like what?" asked Malik. "And let go of my collar! You're strangling me!"
"Sorry," said Marik nonchalantly. "As to your 'like what?', well," He tapped the Millenium Rod and grinned. "Why ride first class, when we can ride in the cockpit?"
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Um. . . yeah. I didn't really get anywhere in this chapter. Sorry. I'll try to have the next one up soon. It's gonna focus on Joey and Kaiba, and might actually start to get the story somewhere! ^_^;; Please take a few seconds to review and say this sucks or to update soon, or just to stop while I'm ahead (or behind)! Thanks so much! Holla back!
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Chapter 2
*Japan*
Back at their apartment, Ryou sighed.
"Remind me again why we're actually going through with that lunatic's idea?"
Bakura looked up from shoving random items into his duffel bag and glared.
"Hmm, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's because -someone- thought it would be -fun-!" he snapped at Ryou. "And so I can laugh at the Pharoah when I kick him around the world and back," he added as an after-thought.
Ryou shook his head silently, a smile curving the ends of his mouth slightly upward. In reality, he was psyched for the trip. A possible 3 whole months alone with his yami! He couldn't wait!
He had had a major crush on Bakura for some time now, and this trip might just be the perfect time to do something about it, he thought happily.
Oh yes, this would indeed be a vacation to remember.
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Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Big brother will you -stop- already?! You're driving me -nuts-!" Mokuba yelled irritably.
Kaiba respected his brother's wishes and pulled his head away from the wall he had been banging it on for the last half hour, clutching it as a wave of migranes hit him.
He groaned.
"3. Whole. Months. . . . Stuck. With. The -mutt-," he growled to himself. Did it get any worse than this?
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"-WHAT-?!" screeched Joey into a pillow so that his father couldn't hear. He had just opened the envelope that he had recieved about 5 hours ago, and read the instructions for their first day of searching.
The letter said:
Joey,
I hope you're ready for your first day on the road, or rather, -sky-, tomorrow. Ha ha! I know you'll be up to the challenge! You're going to be riding first class to India on a 10:00 AM flight tomorrow, so be ready! For your sleeping plans, you will be staying at a four-star motel, I'm so nice! Unfortunately I'm too nice, because with all the urgency I haven't exactly calculated out all the money you'll be using yet, so you and Kaiba will have to be sharing a room. And hopefully there will be an extra bed. You will recieve more instructions the next day. Tomorrow, just settle down a bit and get to know the area! Good luck from me to you, although, be warned, if you don't work together with Seto you've only got a snowball's chance in hell of winning!
Sincerely, Sugoroku Motou
All Joey's mind registered was:
Joey,
Ha ha!...You're going to be...sleeping...with...Kaiba...and...sharing a...bed! Good luck from...hell!
Sugoroku Motou
He mouthed silently like a fish out of water.
The only coherent thought that he could form was: 'This prize had -better- be good.'
@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@
"You're going to be doing -what-?!" snapped Isis at the two relations to her she wished she could remove the most often.
"Going on a scavenger hunt," said Malik slowly. Isis narrowed her eyes.
"And you expect me to just -let- you two go who-knows-where for 3 months unsupervised by anyone or anything whatsoever?!"
Malik and Marik looked at each other.
"Um. . . . yes?" Marik said uncertainly. Isis looked at them angrily.
"What do you take me for?" she asked as if they had greatly insulted her intelligence. "A -loving- big sister?" She suddenly laughed hysterically. Having abrupt mood swings was one of the prominent Ishtar family traits.
Marik pouted. 'Come -on-, Ise [pronounced 'ice'],' he mentally urged her. 'Let me have Malik all to myself for once!'
Isis finally caught her breath, and looked back up at her more or less brothers. But, as she regarded them this time, there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"Malik," she said sharply.
"Huh?" he stupidly replied.
"Do you -swear- on your motorcycle, earrings, and stereo system, that you will look after and out for Marik constantly while you're away?"
"Um. . . ." he looked sideways at his yami, who looked back at him somewhat earnestly. 'Weird'. He nodded. "Yeah." Isis redirected her peircing gaze onto Marik.
"Marik, do you swear on your CDs, new leather pants, and permission to murder someone really annoying on the first thursday of every month, that you will do the same to Malik?"
Marik looked at his other, then back at Isis.
"-All- my CDs?"
"Yes, -all- your CDs," Isis insisted grumpily, knowing full well that Marik -hated- babysitting.
"Mmm. . . ." he groaned slowly. Malik elbowed him. "-Fine-," he humphed.
Isis broke into a wide smile.
"We can go then?" asked Malik hopefully.
"On 3 conditions," Isis said.
"What -conditions-?" Marik wanted to know. Isis held up three fingers, ticking them off as she went.
"One, you -follow- the rules that I just laid down for you and look out for each other." She looked at them pointedly, and they both grudgingly nodded.
"Two, you don't steal anything, kill anyone, get on the news, reveal that I am related to you in any way, get anyone pregnant, cheat at the scavenger hunt, 'accidentally' interfere with anything relating to the government or police, get in jail, kill each -other-, send me any bills or court notices, or do anything else along those lines."
Marik wore a look that plainly said 'Hh! What else is there to -do-?!'. Malik glared at him, then nodded again.
"Finally," said Isis, looking between them. "You are not allowed to come home for at -least- two months, are to leave me in peace, and, if you -do- end up coming home sooner than I would like, you are to sleep outside and ignore any sounds that might be coming from inside the house!" she finished. "Oh, and anything you leave behind is fair game for me to go through, read, or clean out," she added.
Malik seethed.
"-What-?! This is s'posed to be a vacation for -us-, too!" he whined.
"Those are the limits," said Isis firmly. Malik growled again, but knew that further protesting would be worthless. His sister was one of the most stubborn people he knew.
Unfortunately.
"Yeah yeah, we agree," he mumbled.
"Hey," piped up Marik. "What sort of -noises- might be coming out the house for us to hear during the night, anyway?" Isis blushed.
"That's none of your business. Now off with you! Go pack!" she shooed them away quickly.
Malik caught Marik's eye as they ascended the staircase and snickered.
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Yugi shivered as another burst of evil snickering came from downstairs.
"Um, Yami? Did something happen to Grandpa that I missed, somehow?" he asked uneasily. Yami shrugged in a creeped out way.
"I swear I didn't do anything," he said solemnly. "Also, I haven't seen anything weird on TV either." The Pharoah tapped his temple. "No offense Yugi, but I think he might be starting to get a little dusty upstairs." Yugi shook his head.
"No offense taken. I think you might be right, actually." He shivered again. "Well," he said in an attempt to get his mind on something else. "At least we'll get to see the world, right?" Yami laughed.
"Always the optimistic one," he said, ruffling Yugi's hair. "Yes, I think this trip -should- be quite worthwhile, and fun just the same."
"That's the spirit!" said Yugi happily. "We'll just relax, have fun, and leave the rest of the competition in the dust!" he cheered. Yami smiled.
"Yugi?"
"Yeah?" asked Yugi, looking over at him.
"I think I'm beginning to rub off on you," Yami smirked.
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The next morning, the 4 teams arrived at the airport for their 10:00 AM flights in all different directions.
Joey and Kaiba's first destination was India, Malik and Marik were going to Alaska, Yugi and Yami were being shipped off to Mexico, and Bakura and Ryou were destined for Russia.
Yami and Kaiba tried their best to grind each other's hands into a fine powder when they shook and wished themselves good luck, as Sugoroku had forced them to.
"Flight 707 to India is now boarding. Will the first class passengers please come to Gate F? Thank you," said a voice over the intercom.
"That's us, mutt," snapped Kaiba, picking up his carry-on luggage and nudging the blonde rather forcefully in the shoulder.
"It's -Joey- to you," he grit out back. Kaiba snorted and waved him off.
"Whatever. Now hurry up." Joey growled, and grudgingly followed the CEO down to the correct boarding area.
As soon as they were out of earshot, "Hey, I bet Kaiba kills Joey first!" said Bakura cheerfully.
"You're on!" challenged Marik. "50 bucks that the punk kid kicks that stuck up dude's a--,"
"No betting!" said Ryou firmly. "We're on a tight budget," he whispered quietly to Bakura, who scoffed back at him.
"The old geezer just won the fricking lottery! -Surely- we can borrow a million or so!"
"Well. . . . ok, you're right," Ryou resigned. "But I'm betting too!"
Bakura raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Ok then, who do -you- think will kill the other first?"
"Actually," Ryou hesitated. "I bet you one -hundred- dollars that neither kills the other, and another hundred that they'll realize how similar they really are to each other before the summer is over!"
Marik and Bakura looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Fine then!" Bakura said through his snickering. "Marik, how about you get one hundred and I get the other hundred?"
"Sounds good to me!" said Marik.
"Hey!" yelled Ryou. "If -I- win, you -both- owe me a hundred!"
"Deal!" said Marik, clapping him on the back. "I want cold hard cash, by the way," he added as an after-thought. Ryou snorted at him.
"Flight 142 to Russia is now boarding," came the voice over the intercom for the second time.
"Come on Hikari!" said Bakura happily, bouncing off down the terminal. Gambling seemed to improve his mood greatly, considering it being what he thought was an ungodly hour of the morning.
"Slow down Bakura!" Ryou called in distress, attempting to go as fast as he could after his yami without being stopped by security guards.
Malik laughed as he ran off.
"Hey Yami, where is Gate M?" asked Yugi suddenly. Yami looked around, spotting a map on the wall.
"Well," he said, analyzing it and trying his best to decipher the chicken scratching symbols that were Japanese writing. "It looks as if," He squinted. "That gate is. . . . on the other side of the airport!" he finished triumphantly. Yugi paled.
Let's just put it this way: that sure as hell was one big-ass international airport.
"Flight 285 to Mexico is scheduled for departure in 5 minutes. Will all passengers please make haste in boarding? Thank you," said that voice over the intercom. Yami would have loved to strangle the owner.
He cursed, grabbed Yugi, and disappeared in a flash of Shadow Magic.
Malik sighed.
"Well, there goes the last of my entertainment. Might as well go board our -own- plane now."
"Yeah," said Marik, also slightly put out by the absence of people to make fun of. He started trudging to Gate I. His Hikari turned to the elderly Motou and saluted.
"Sayonara, sucker!" he proclaimed happily. "See -you- later! And you better have a good prize!" Grandpa just burst into evil laughter again.
Malik stared after him as he was dragged away by the terrorist security, until Marik came and grabbed him, pulling him toward the plane.
"You know, I've been thinking," began the yami. "This plane ride is sure to be boring as hell, so why not do something to spice it up a bit?"
"Like what?" asked Malik. "And let go of my collar! You're strangling me!"
"Sorry," said Marik nonchalantly. "As to your 'like what?', well," He tapped the Millenium Rod and grinned. "Why ride first class, when we can ride in the cockpit?"
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Um. . . yeah. I didn't really get anywhere in this chapter. Sorry. I'll try to have the next one up soon. It's gonna focus on Joey and Kaiba, and might actually start to get the story somewhere! ^_^;; Please take a few seconds to review and say this sucks or to update soon, or just to stop while I'm ahead (or behind)! Thanks so much! Holla back!