Gasp. . . . I must be sick. . . . I'm actually updating!
Omg I am so sorry this took so long. I haven't been inspired for this lately, but a few days ago one of my favorite stories was updated so I decided that I should get my butt in gear and update myself! I hade written this chapter before, but it was really angsty and crap, so I decided to do the whole thing over again. Here's to making things up as you go!
If anyone is into KingdomHearts and is feeling really moody lately, I wrote a fic on Riku x Sora. I was feeling really depressed so I couldn't really write this story. And that's my excuse.
-But-, if you are looking for a laugh and don't mind holiday fics that we've already passed the holiday for, I also wrote a Bakura x Yami fic during Christmas. And yeah. I need to stop advertising now.
A -big- thank you to all my reviewers! Puppy Kicker, Mistletou, Sarah Harvey, Star Light Shadow, Faia Ookami, YYHgurl, Kakarika Seiya, ryou-gurl, BarbedWire23, and FREAK014 you really encouraged me! I've been kinda down lately because of relationship problems, but you guys helped cheer me up.
Disclaimer: ALL MINE!
Disclaimer for the Disclaimer: I lied.
Disclaimer number two: Um, I tend to just steal a ton of lines from all sorts of movies and songs and crap in my stories, so just so you know, I didn't come up with them. Not that that wouldn't've been obvious, but just for the people with lawyers as parents. . . . . . I -do- however own some of the jokes, which are mostly based off me and my crazy friends's little pranks. We're insane, and proud of it! For real, our school should have been targeted for a reality TV show by now. XD
Okay, how the -hell- do you do bold and italics? Somebody please tell me.
Sorry I talked so long.
Oh, and please read this slowly because it's rushed and kinda crazy -_-. . . . .
On to the fic!
Flight 707 flew smoothly over China.
After heading away from the rest of the group, Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler had barely exchanged two words that weren't complaints or arguements.
Those words being "Can I have your peanuts?" and "No."
That record remained in place as they landed safely in New Delhi.
'Oh yes,' thought Joey sarcastically, 'I sense an action-packed summer ahead!'
He sighed exasperatedly, once again looking at the stoic CEO in annoyance.
' Well, if -he's- not going to be exciting, -I- might as well work some fun in here!'
Joey snuck up behind Kaiba quietly, then without warning grabbed his collar and yanked it backwards.
"AAK!" Kaiba choked at the whiplash while Joey laughed. "What the hell?!" Seto whirled around, swinging his laptop at the other boy in alarm. "WHEELER!"
The briefcase hit its mark, clanging Joey in the head and knocking him to the ground. He lay there, still.
Kaiba, seriously worried that he had destroyed Joey's few remaining brain cells, bent down to inspect the blonde.
He snorted in disgust upon seeing that he was faking it, and not very convincingly at that. "Get up, mutt."
Joey cracked an eye open angrily. "Who made -you- the boss?!"
Kaiba scoffed. "-Fate- made me the boss, and that should be enough for you. Now do you want to win this thing or not?! GET MOVING!"
"Okay, okay," Joey grumbled. Kaiba stuck his nose in the air and the two trudged silently out of the terminal.
"So. . . . where are we staying?" asked Joey after they had rented a car. Kaiba reached down and got out the envelope that Yugi's grandfather had sent him, taking out a sheet of directions and scanning it quickly.
His mouth dropped and he glared at the page. "He told me we were staying in a good hotel! Not some run-down, third-rate
"What?!" gasped Joey, ripping the paper from Kaiba's hands in panic. 'What if they didn't have two beds?!'
"Give that back, chihuahua!" Seto yelled, lunging at his teammate, for he had no idea where they were going, and needed the directions. Although, being a guy, he was never going to admit it.
He let go of the steering wheel, and the car immediately swerved around and carreened off the road amidst loud honks.
"AAA!" Joey screamed, right before they hit a dead end with a loud CRUNCH, throwing both of them forward into the windshield. The glass shattered when Joey was hurled straight through, but Kaiba was been trapped under the airbag, which had malfuntioned and inflated sideways.
After a few seconds, Joey moaned and sat up, clutching his head.
"Mmmnn. . . . Kaiba?"
"Wh-wheeler!" the CEO gasped from inside the car. His arm was jammed behind him and he couldn't get the door open.
The airbag continued to inflate. . . . .
"Shit!" yelled Joey, diving to get to the car in time. He wrenched open the door, and, putting his hands under Kaiba's arms, yanked him out of the vehicle.
Seto splayed himself upon the ground, gasping.
Joey looked on in concern, but caught himself and quickly plastered on an indifferent look, as if the fact that he had just saved the life of his greatest rival was irrelevant.
"You should've been watching the road, idiot," he snapped. Kaiba wheezed and sat up, glaring.
"Well, if -you- hadn't stolen the directions
"Oh, and right away this is -my- fault!" yelled Joey, surveying the smashed piece of metal that was their rent-a-car.
"-Duh-!" sneered Seto icily.
"Keep your mouth shut, you stinking
"Wait," said the CEO suddenly, narrowing his eyes. "Shut up and listen."
Joey stopped talking confusedly and cocked his head. Then he heard it.
Tick tick tick tick tick tick. . . . .
"Get away from the car, Wheeler," said Kaiba, as he quickly began to drag his own body away.
"Why should I?" drawled Joey, thinking Kaiba was just trying to see if he would obey him.
"Lose the attitude and just get away!" Seto yelled. "Normally I wouldn't care, but without you I'm disqualified!"
Joey stuck out his tongue. "Like I care about -you-! In fact, you -owe- me for saving you!"
"Damnit, mutt! Get -down-!" Kaiba shouted, diving at Joey and tackling him down into the ditch. They rolled down into the mud, the blonde screeching in disgust. They landed with Kaiba's face buried in Joey's chest.
"Get -off- me, you perv!" exclaimed Joey in a panic.
"For the last time, SHUT UP!" the CEO yelled.
"I know I look good, but I don't swing that
BOOM!
There was a humongous explosion above them. Joey shouted in surprise and fear and Kaiba pulled the blonde on top on him to shield his body, valuing his own life far above his teammate's.
Joey latched onto the other boy as big chunks of metal thudded against the ground all around them. Luckily, neither of them were hit. In a few moments in was over.
They lay in silence for a few minutes as the dust settled, before the CEO broke the peace.
"Will you kindly remove your face from my neck?" he asked irritably. "I don't want a ringworm, thanks. And while--OUCH!" Kaiba yelped as Joey shifted to get away. He pushed his rival off of him and gingerly felt his neck, his hand recoiling in pain and horror.
"Ugh," said Joey. "I taste blood. . . ."
"That's because you -bit- me, you moron!" yelled Kaiba, eyes wide. It took a few moments for this to sink in to Joey's head. When it did,--
"Yuck!" he spat. "I just gave the most disgusting person in the world a -hickey-!" He glared. "Of course, if you hadn't had to go and feel me up
"I was saving myself, mongrel!" grit Kaiba icily. "You'd think the TICK TICK TICK would've given you a hint!"
"A hint at what?" asked Joey stupidly.
"There was a bomb in the car!" shouted Kaiba in exasperation and anger. Joey paled.
"My stuff!" He scrambled up the dirt slope, to lay his eyes upon a half- flaming hunk of junk. Kaiba followed.
"My laptop!" he said in horror. "And the letter!" He rounded on Joey. "Look what you did! How the hell are we gonna get out of -this- one?! And on the -first day-! I might as well have had -Marik- as a partner!"
"And right away you go blaming -me- again!"
"That's because it was -your- fault!"
"Says -you-, and -you're- biased!"
"EEERRGH!" said Kaiba in exasperation. "We're not getting anywhere like this!" Joey looked quite ready to retaliate with a stinging insult, but Seto cut him off. "We have to fix this! We're just screwed until tomorrow," he snapped. "The old man said he would send us each a letter the next day."
"Oh yeah? And what exactly do you propose we do until then?" asked Joey grumpily.
"First thing, we have to find a place to stay; it's getting dark," said the CEO, his rationality and business instincts kicking in. He looked around with sharp eyes. "Luckily, I have some pocket money for emergencies like this, but not much."
"Like they're gonna take yen here," scoffed Joey. Kaiba snorted.
"I, unlike you, thought ahead and got some Indian currency," he said. Seto pulled a small amount of said money out of a pocket inside of his trenchcoat. It was crusted with mud and dust, like the rest of his clothing, but it was money nonetheless. Joey scowled.
"And what about our clothes?" he asked bitterly, clearly trying to get the better of Kaiba in -some- way.
"We wash them," said Kaiba, his expression indifferent. He looked around again. "And we can stay in that hotel down the road there." He pointed, and Joey followed his gaze.
"Fine," the blonde huffed. "But we had -better- be staying in the -Ritz- tomorrow!"
"They don't have a Ritz in India, idiot," said Kaiba. Joey glared at him, then stomped off down the road.
A pair of eyes peered out after them. The owner snickered. -They- weren't going to win; he would make sure of -that-. . . . . .
The hotel, as they found out when they got to it, was a modest place. Cramped, but, for the most part, clean and just barely affordable.
Kaiba opened the door, to reveal--
"Whew!" exclaimed Joey. "2 beds!"
"Even if there had only been one, you would've taken the floor," said Kaiba dryly, entering the room himself. "Or maybe you could have slept at the foot of the bed. Isn't that what dogs do?"
"I'm not a dog!" yelled Joey angrily. Kaiba smirked.
"Whatever, Wheeler," said the CEO nonchalantly, looking away with his nose in the air. "That dresser over there is yours. The wardrobe is mine, so hands off," he snapped.
"Why do -you- get the wardrobe, moneybags?" said Joey indignantly.
"Because I don't get -my- clothes off the floor of the dollar store, chihuahua," Kaiba sneered.
"What clothes?" asked Joey smugly. "As I recall, someone placed a friggin' -bomb- in our car, and our stuff is in a little ash pile down the road. Of course, you look quite good in gray,--" he snickered. A vein pulsed in Kaiba's temple.
"Listen up," he growled. "I've been wanting to kick Yami around the world and back since the day I met him. You are -not- going to rid me of the opportunity, kapeesh?!"
Joey stopped laughing and stared.
". . . . . . Did you just say 'kapeesh'?"
Kaiba put his head in his hands.
"My vocabulary too much for you?" he grumbled. Joey, ever the mature one, flicked him off.
"Why did we get bombed today?" the blonde asked abruptly. Kaiba looked up annoyedly.
"It's -not- that hard, puppy. Either it was a random terrorist attack, an engine malfunction where there just happened to be a ticking noise, or -somebody's- cheating, already."
Joey cocked his head. "Cheating?"
"At the scavenger hunt," said his teammate impatiently.
"Oh! Riiiiight. . . . ."
Kaiba scowled at the floor. "-I- wasn't even going to cheat until we met up with someone. . . . ."
"But they don't even know what we're after yet," said Joey. "And everyone else is in other places. I don't think it could have been Malik and Marik, Ryou will be keeping Bakura under control, and Yami has his little righteous idol thing going, so I doubt it would have been one of them. . . ."
Kaiba felt a fleeting pang of shock at the intelligent observation.
"Let's just forget about it for now, mutt," he said after a few moments.
"Fine," stated Joey with no hesitation. "I'm hungry." Kaiba blanched.
"We just almost got -killed-, and you're -hungry-?!" he exclaimed frustratedly. Then his stomach betrayed him and growled.
Joey smirked.
"Fine," Kaiba snapped exasperatedly. "Escaping from murder works up an appetite! So sue me! Where do you want to eat?" Joey beamed.
"Room service!" he cheered.
"-Room service-?" asked Kaiba increduously. Joey nodded enthusiastically. "You have got to be without a doubt the absolute laziest and -moronic- person I've ever met! What makes you think they have -room service- here?!"
Joey scowled. "It says so by the phone!" Kaiba scoffed and went over to the ancient phone, where he saw a little notepad with different numbers on it, including ROOM SERVICE.
He felt quite stupid.
As Joey grinned triumphantly, Kaiba grumblingly called downstairs.
It turned out that he only had enough money to order them each a small amount of meat and rice, which Joey scarfed down before Seto had even managed to raise his own fork to his mouth.
The blonde paused and thought for a moment (a KODAK moment, according to Kaiba), then nodded decisively.
"That'll tide me over for at least a half hour."
"MUTT!" exclaimed Seto, hurling a pillow at the other boy's head.
"Oof!" Joey exclaimed at it collided with him. "Simmer down, jeez! I was kidding! What is with you and clobbering me in the head today?!"
The CEO did not answer and simply sat there, rubbing his temples. Joey took the opportunity to bop him on the head with a pillow in revenge.
"Hey!" Kaiba exclaimed, quick reflexes allowing him to whirl around immediately and whap Joey back. WHUMP!
"AAA!" Joey said; he hadn't been expecting that. THUD!
He knocked the remaining food out of Kaiba's lap when he swung a pillow at the CEO's head.
"Stop!" Kaiba exclaimed heatedly, returning the blow. SMACK!
And so the pillow war began, as it has in so many other fics, but as stated above, the author of this enjoys copyrighting, so. . . . . . .
Soon feathers were flying everywhere as the two hurled pillows relentlessly at each other. It was a sight that would have been unheard of. Kaiba stood on top a bed in socks and muddy clothes, bouncing up and down while blocking the pillows that Joey, in the same garb, was throwing at him from the floor and retaliating.
Joey honestly felt tired of dueling with Kaiba and slinging verbal abuse all the time, and preferred this much more. The guy was so much less stuck up when they were evenly matched at something.
Joey dived onto the bed with an angry "HA!" and grabbed Seto's legs, bringing him crashing down onto the mattress, where a wrestling match began.
Kaiba easily pinned Joey down, and got right up in his face, glowering, to declare his victory, when suddenly Joey caught his eyes for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Kaiba blinked and backed away, letting go of the boy.
"What's so funny?" he asked grumpily, thinking that the blonde was laughing at him. Joey took a few deep breaths, glanced at Kaiba, and then burst into laughter all over again.
"It's--just--us!" exclaimed Joey, eyes becoming wet with mirth. Kaiba stared. Hadn't his teammate been -furious- a minute ago?
"What -about- us?!"
Joey sighed with giggles.
"Don't you realize what total -dumbasses- we're being?"
"No," snapped Seto. In reality, he thought that had actually been more fun than their usual fights.
"Look at us!" Joey said. "We're in the middle of nowhere, our stuff blew up, and we have no money, yet we're sitting here in muddy clothes having a pillow fight! Not to mention we're going to be flat out -last- in the competition. It's just. . . . hilarious!" Joey flopped backward on the bed to stare at the ceiling, still chuckling quietly to himself.
Kaiba blinked.
Now that he thought about it, there -wasn't- any way they were going to get anywhere without working together.
Not to mention he was flipping tired.
He flopped down onto the bed next to the blonde and studied him for a moment, before he tapped him on the shoulder.
Joey turned toward him, and the CEO held out his hand.
"Truce?" he asked. Joey considered it for a moment, his eyes searching his teammate's, and then smiled and shook hands.
"Truce."
Kaiba closed his eyes in relief and laid back. Joey stared at him for a second, then smirked. He reached down to grab a -big- pillow, then lifted it above the CEO's head.
"But I still hate you!" He laughed, and dropped it.
"WHEELER!"
And that's it!
. . . . . . . It sucked.
Sigh. I -am- trying to set up a plot! Really and truly!
But please remember that I am -pretty- much making this up as I go, so ideas would be very welcome! You can tell me where you would like to see them go, and which pairing I should do the next chapter on, and whatever else you would like to have happen, and I'll see what I can do!
And someone mentioned this. Yes, this idea came out of the movie Chipmunk Adventure with Alvin and Simon and Theodore and stuff. It used to be my favorite movie when I was younger. ^_^ So yeah.
Please review. It helps me get rid of my writer's block and feel inspired to write this!
Well, until whenever I get the next chapter out (hopefully it won't take too long. . .), bye!
Omg I am so sorry this took so long. I haven't been inspired for this lately, but a few days ago one of my favorite stories was updated so I decided that I should get my butt in gear and update myself! I hade written this chapter before, but it was really angsty and crap, so I decided to do the whole thing over again. Here's to making things up as you go!
If anyone is into KingdomHearts and is feeling really moody lately, I wrote a fic on Riku x Sora. I was feeling really depressed so I couldn't really write this story. And that's my excuse.
-But-, if you are looking for a laugh and don't mind holiday fics that we've already passed the holiday for, I also wrote a Bakura x Yami fic during Christmas. And yeah. I need to stop advertising now.
A -big- thank you to all my reviewers! Puppy Kicker, Mistletou, Sarah Harvey, Star Light Shadow, Faia Ookami, YYHgurl, Kakarika Seiya, ryou-gurl, BarbedWire23, and FREAK014 you really encouraged me! I've been kinda down lately because of relationship problems, but you guys helped cheer me up.
Disclaimer: ALL MINE!
Disclaimer for the Disclaimer: I lied.
Disclaimer number two: Um, I tend to just steal a ton of lines from all sorts of movies and songs and crap in my stories, so just so you know, I didn't come up with them. Not that that wouldn't've been obvious, but just for the people with lawyers as parents. . . . . . I -do- however own some of the jokes, which are mostly based off me and my crazy friends's little pranks. We're insane, and proud of it! For real, our school should have been targeted for a reality TV show by now. XD
Okay, how the -hell- do you do bold and italics? Somebody please tell me.
Sorry I talked so long.
Oh, and please read this slowly because it's rushed and kinda crazy -_-. . . . .
On to the fic!
Flight 707 flew smoothly over China.
After heading away from the rest of the group, Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler had barely exchanged two words that weren't complaints or arguements.
Those words being "Can I have your peanuts?" and "No."
That record remained in place as they landed safely in New Delhi.
'Oh yes,' thought Joey sarcastically, 'I sense an action-packed summer ahead!'
He sighed exasperatedly, once again looking at the stoic CEO in annoyance.
' Well, if -he's- not going to be exciting, -I- might as well work some fun in here!'
Joey snuck up behind Kaiba quietly, then without warning grabbed his collar and yanked it backwards.
"AAK!" Kaiba choked at the whiplash while Joey laughed. "What the hell?!" Seto whirled around, swinging his laptop at the other boy in alarm. "WHEELER!"
The briefcase hit its mark, clanging Joey in the head and knocking him to the ground. He lay there, still.
Kaiba, seriously worried that he had destroyed Joey's few remaining brain cells, bent down to inspect the blonde.
He snorted in disgust upon seeing that he was faking it, and not very convincingly at that. "Get up, mutt."
Joey cracked an eye open angrily. "Who made -you- the boss?!"
Kaiba scoffed. "-Fate- made me the boss, and that should be enough for you. Now do you want to win this thing or not?! GET MOVING!"
"Okay, okay," Joey grumbled. Kaiba stuck his nose in the air and the two trudged silently out of the terminal.
"So. . . . where are we staying?" asked Joey after they had rented a car. Kaiba reached down and got out the envelope that Yugi's grandfather had sent him, taking out a sheet of directions and scanning it quickly.
His mouth dropped and he glared at the page. "He told me we were staying in a good hotel! Not some run-down, third-rate
"What?!" gasped Joey, ripping the paper from Kaiba's hands in panic. 'What if they didn't have two beds?!'
"Give that back, chihuahua!" Seto yelled, lunging at his teammate, for he had no idea where they were going, and needed the directions. Although, being a guy, he was never going to admit it.
He let go of the steering wheel, and the car immediately swerved around and carreened off the road amidst loud honks.
"AAA!" Joey screamed, right before they hit a dead end with a loud CRUNCH, throwing both of them forward into the windshield. The glass shattered when Joey was hurled straight through, but Kaiba was been trapped under the airbag, which had malfuntioned and inflated sideways.
After a few seconds, Joey moaned and sat up, clutching his head.
"Mmmnn. . . . Kaiba?"
"Wh-wheeler!" the CEO gasped from inside the car. His arm was jammed behind him and he couldn't get the door open.
The airbag continued to inflate. . . . .
"Shit!" yelled Joey, diving to get to the car in time. He wrenched open the door, and, putting his hands under Kaiba's arms, yanked him out of the vehicle.
Seto splayed himself upon the ground, gasping.
Joey looked on in concern, but caught himself and quickly plastered on an indifferent look, as if the fact that he had just saved the life of his greatest rival was irrelevant.
"You should've been watching the road, idiot," he snapped. Kaiba wheezed and sat up, glaring.
"Well, if -you- hadn't stolen the directions
"Oh, and right away this is -my- fault!" yelled Joey, surveying the smashed piece of metal that was their rent-a-car.
"-Duh-!" sneered Seto icily.
"Keep your mouth shut, you stinking
"Wait," said the CEO suddenly, narrowing his eyes. "Shut up and listen."
Joey stopped talking confusedly and cocked his head. Then he heard it.
Tick tick tick tick tick tick. . . . .
"Get away from the car, Wheeler," said Kaiba, as he quickly began to drag his own body away.
"Why should I?" drawled Joey, thinking Kaiba was just trying to see if he would obey him.
"Lose the attitude and just get away!" Seto yelled. "Normally I wouldn't care, but without you I'm disqualified!"
Joey stuck out his tongue. "Like I care about -you-! In fact, you -owe- me for saving you!"
"Damnit, mutt! Get -down-!" Kaiba shouted, diving at Joey and tackling him down into the ditch. They rolled down into the mud, the blonde screeching in disgust. They landed with Kaiba's face buried in Joey's chest.
"Get -off- me, you perv!" exclaimed Joey in a panic.
"For the last time, SHUT UP!" the CEO yelled.
"I know I look good, but I don't swing that
BOOM!
There was a humongous explosion above them. Joey shouted in surprise and fear and Kaiba pulled the blonde on top on him to shield his body, valuing his own life far above his teammate's.
Joey latched onto the other boy as big chunks of metal thudded against the ground all around them. Luckily, neither of them were hit. In a few moments in was over.
They lay in silence for a few minutes as the dust settled, before the CEO broke the peace.
"Will you kindly remove your face from my neck?" he asked irritably. "I don't want a ringworm, thanks. And while--OUCH!" Kaiba yelped as Joey shifted to get away. He pushed his rival off of him and gingerly felt his neck, his hand recoiling in pain and horror.
"Ugh," said Joey. "I taste blood. . . ."
"That's because you -bit- me, you moron!" yelled Kaiba, eyes wide. It took a few moments for this to sink in to Joey's head. When it did,--
"Yuck!" he spat. "I just gave the most disgusting person in the world a -hickey-!" He glared. "Of course, if you hadn't had to go and feel me up
"I was saving myself, mongrel!" grit Kaiba icily. "You'd think the TICK TICK TICK would've given you a hint!"
"A hint at what?" asked Joey stupidly.
"There was a bomb in the car!" shouted Kaiba in exasperation and anger. Joey paled.
"My stuff!" He scrambled up the dirt slope, to lay his eyes upon a half- flaming hunk of junk. Kaiba followed.
"My laptop!" he said in horror. "And the letter!" He rounded on Joey. "Look what you did! How the hell are we gonna get out of -this- one?! And on the -first day-! I might as well have had -Marik- as a partner!"
"And right away you go blaming -me- again!"
"That's because it was -your- fault!"
"Says -you-, and -you're- biased!"
"EEERRGH!" said Kaiba in exasperation. "We're not getting anywhere like this!" Joey looked quite ready to retaliate with a stinging insult, but Seto cut him off. "We have to fix this! We're just screwed until tomorrow," he snapped. "The old man said he would send us each a letter the next day."
"Oh yeah? And what exactly do you propose we do until then?" asked Joey grumpily.
"First thing, we have to find a place to stay; it's getting dark," said the CEO, his rationality and business instincts kicking in. He looked around with sharp eyes. "Luckily, I have some pocket money for emergencies like this, but not much."
"Like they're gonna take yen here," scoffed Joey. Kaiba snorted.
"I, unlike you, thought ahead and got some Indian currency," he said. Seto pulled a small amount of said money out of a pocket inside of his trenchcoat. It was crusted with mud and dust, like the rest of his clothing, but it was money nonetheless. Joey scowled.
"And what about our clothes?" he asked bitterly, clearly trying to get the better of Kaiba in -some- way.
"We wash them," said Kaiba, his expression indifferent. He looked around again. "And we can stay in that hotel down the road there." He pointed, and Joey followed his gaze.
"Fine," the blonde huffed. "But we had -better- be staying in the -Ritz- tomorrow!"
"They don't have a Ritz in India, idiot," said Kaiba. Joey glared at him, then stomped off down the road.
A pair of eyes peered out after them. The owner snickered. -They- weren't going to win; he would make sure of -that-. . . . . .
The hotel, as they found out when they got to it, was a modest place. Cramped, but, for the most part, clean and just barely affordable.
Kaiba opened the door, to reveal--
"Whew!" exclaimed Joey. "2 beds!"
"Even if there had only been one, you would've taken the floor," said Kaiba dryly, entering the room himself. "Or maybe you could have slept at the foot of the bed. Isn't that what dogs do?"
"I'm not a dog!" yelled Joey angrily. Kaiba smirked.
"Whatever, Wheeler," said the CEO nonchalantly, looking away with his nose in the air. "That dresser over there is yours. The wardrobe is mine, so hands off," he snapped.
"Why do -you- get the wardrobe, moneybags?" said Joey indignantly.
"Because I don't get -my- clothes off the floor of the dollar store, chihuahua," Kaiba sneered.
"What clothes?" asked Joey smugly. "As I recall, someone placed a friggin' -bomb- in our car, and our stuff is in a little ash pile down the road. Of course, you look quite good in gray,--" he snickered. A vein pulsed in Kaiba's temple.
"Listen up," he growled. "I've been wanting to kick Yami around the world and back since the day I met him. You are -not- going to rid me of the opportunity, kapeesh?!"
Joey stopped laughing and stared.
". . . . . . Did you just say 'kapeesh'?"
Kaiba put his head in his hands.
"My vocabulary too much for you?" he grumbled. Joey, ever the mature one, flicked him off.
"Why did we get bombed today?" the blonde asked abruptly. Kaiba looked up annoyedly.
"It's -not- that hard, puppy. Either it was a random terrorist attack, an engine malfunction where there just happened to be a ticking noise, or -somebody's- cheating, already."
Joey cocked his head. "Cheating?"
"At the scavenger hunt," said his teammate impatiently.
"Oh! Riiiiight. . . . ."
Kaiba scowled at the floor. "-I- wasn't even going to cheat until we met up with someone. . . . ."
"But they don't even know what we're after yet," said Joey. "And everyone else is in other places. I don't think it could have been Malik and Marik, Ryou will be keeping Bakura under control, and Yami has his little righteous idol thing going, so I doubt it would have been one of them. . . ."
Kaiba felt a fleeting pang of shock at the intelligent observation.
"Let's just forget about it for now, mutt," he said after a few moments.
"Fine," stated Joey with no hesitation. "I'm hungry." Kaiba blanched.
"We just almost got -killed-, and you're -hungry-?!" he exclaimed frustratedly. Then his stomach betrayed him and growled.
Joey smirked.
"Fine," Kaiba snapped exasperatedly. "Escaping from murder works up an appetite! So sue me! Where do you want to eat?" Joey beamed.
"Room service!" he cheered.
"-Room service-?" asked Kaiba increduously. Joey nodded enthusiastically. "You have got to be without a doubt the absolute laziest and -moronic- person I've ever met! What makes you think they have -room service- here?!"
Joey scowled. "It says so by the phone!" Kaiba scoffed and went over to the ancient phone, where he saw a little notepad with different numbers on it, including ROOM SERVICE.
He felt quite stupid.
As Joey grinned triumphantly, Kaiba grumblingly called downstairs.
It turned out that he only had enough money to order them each a small amount of meat and rice, which Joey scarfed down before Seto had even managed to raise his own fork to his mouth.
The blonde paused and thought for a moment (a KODAK moment, according to Kaiba), then nodded decisively.
"That'll tide me over for at least a half hour."
"MUTT!" exclaimed Seto, hurling a pillow at the other boy's head.
"Oof!" Joey exclaimed at it collided with him. "Simmer down, jeez! I was kidding! What is with you and clobbering me in the head today?!"
The CEO did not answer and simply sat there, rubbing his temples. Joey took the opportunity to bop him on the head with a pillow in revenge.
"Hey!" Kaiba exclaimed, quick reflexes allowing him to whirl around immediately and whap Joey back. WHUMP!
"AAA!" Joey said; he hadn't been expecting that. THUD!
He knocked the remaining food out of Kaiba's lap when he swung a pillow at the CEO's head.
"Stop!" Kaiba exclaimed heatedly, returning the blow. SMACK!
And so the pillow war began, as it has in so many other fics, but as stated above, the author of this enjoys copyrighting, so. . . . . . .
Soon feathers were flying everywhere as the two hurled pillows relentlessly at each other. It was a sight that would have been unheard of. Kaiba stood on top a bed in socks and muddy clothes, bouncing up and down while blocking the pillows that Joey, in the same garb, was throwing at him from the floor and retaliating.
Joey honestly felt tired of dueling with Kaiba and slinging verbal abuse all the time, and preferred this much more. The guy was so much less stuck up when they were evenly matched at something.
Joey dived onto the bed with an angry "HA!" and grabbed Seto's legs, bringing him crashing down onto the mattress, where a wrestling match began.
Kaiba easily pinned Joey down, and got right up in his face, glowering, to declare his victory, when suddenly Joey caught his eyes for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Kaiba blinked and backed away, letting go of the boy.
"What's so funny?" he asked grumpily, thinking that the blonde was laughing at him. Joey took a few deep breaths, glanced at Kaiba, and then burst into laughter all over again.
"It's--just--us!" exclaimed Joey, eyes becoming wet with mirth. Kaiba stared. Hadn't his teammate been -furious- a minute ago?
"What -about- us?!"
Joey sighed with giggles.
"Don't you realize what total -dumbasses- we're being?"
"No," snapped Seto. In reality, he thought that had actually been more fun than their usual fights.
"Look at us!" Joey said. "We're in the middle of nowhere, our stuff blew up, and we have no money, yet we're sitting here in muddy clothes having a pillow fight! Not to mention we're going to be flat out -last- in the competition. It's just. . . . hilarious!" Joey flopped backward on the bed to stare at the ceiling, still chuckling quietly to himself.
Kaiba blinked.
Now that he thought about it, there -wasn't- any way they were going to get anywhere without working together.
Not to mention he was flipping tired.
He flopped down onto the bed next to the blonde and studied him for a moment, before he tapped him on the shoulder.
Joey turned toward him, and the CEO held out his hand.
"Truce?" he asked. Joey considered it for a moment, his eyes searching his teammate's, and then smiled and shook hands.
"Truce."
Kaiba closed his eyes in relief and laid back. Joey stared at him for a second, then smirked. He reached down to grab a -big- pillow, then lifted it above the CEO's head.
"But I still hate you!" He laughed, and dropped it.
"WHEELER!"
And that's it!
. . . . . . . It sucked.
Sigh. I -am- trying to set up a plot! Really and truly!
But please remember that I am -pretty- much making this up as I go, so ideas would be very welcome! You can tell me where you would like to see them go, and which pairing I should do the next chapter on, and whatever else you would like to have happen, and I'll see what I can do!
And someone mentioned this. Yes, this idea came out of the movie Chipmunk Adventure with Alvin and Simon and Theodore and stuff. It used to be my favorite movie when I was younger. ^_^ So yeah.
Please review. It helps me get rid of my writer's block and feel inspired to write this!
Well, until whenever I get the next chapter out (hopefully it won't take too long. . .), bye!