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That Saturday
Part Three: Continuing To Get There and Gaining Entry
"So..." I pondered aloud after many awkward hours of silence. Too bad my speech came out nothing more then a muffled... sound. Compliments of the sock that was stuffed in my mouth. Yuck. It was getting quite uncomfortable after a while, considering the trio I had been planted among. It was normal for me to begin to worry, being the sensible one and all... I think. At least that's what I had been crowned at Moneybags' bachelor party. No, Moneybags was not married... he eloped... with his numerous bags of money. Yes, it's weird I know, but these are the idiots I'm surrounded by. I think he may have been a bit out of it at the time also. Yep, after my yami and his pal Mariku decided to conk the multi-billionaire over the head with a sack of potatoes. Or it just could have possibly been the large amounts of alcohol he had been consuming, but that's just my opinion. I really don't want to know where they found those potatoes...
"I'M ALIVE AGAIN!" my yami finally screamed irreverently into my poor exposed ears. He had taken the time to bind and gag me, and let's not forget being blindfolded, but he had neglected to stick on some earplugs. Why not just complete the job while he's ahead? It would save me a lot of dangerous thoughts of death and destruction upon a certain trio of psychos.
/Are we there yet?/
Excited are we?
/No, I'm getting bored. And my legs are cramping up. You should really consider sitting in your seat the next time instead of on top of me as you annoy the hell out of me by shouting, "Look, look! There's some road-kill right there! That's twenty-one road-kills!"/
You've never complained before. Besides, it's educational.
/What? You crushing my legs? I'm sure./
No, silly goose, the road-kill. We should pay attention to the increase on certain roadways to make sure we don't make the same mistake as some drunken bum.
/I thought you loved playing with the road-kill./
I do. Especially watching it sizzle and burn when I ignite it!
/.../
WE'RE HERE!!!!!!! (
/Hallelujah./
Mind Connection Has Been Severed
"WE HAVE REACHED THE LAND OF ISH!" I hear Malik shout from the passenger seat up front. I really have no idea what he's talking about. No wonder I'm so confused. It's actually quite surprising that we've all made it here alive and in one piece. And we also weren't even pulled over by the cops once. That would have been great, with me being tied up in the back seat and all. How would I explain to them that this is one of their common harmless games that they use to torture me with? Just to see me tick.
I feel someone's hands reach behind my head and they begin to untie my blindfold. I'm willing to take a guess that it's Bakura. Once the offending cloth finally drops from my eyes I can see that my guess was correct. He smiles at me and ruffles my hair (even though he knows I hate that) before he continues to untie me and pulls that nasty sock out of my mouth. I'm not saying that I'm not grateful, but I'm still a bit ticked that he restricted me like this in the first place. It's quite annoying. It's not like I was going to try and jump onto the freeway once the car started. Oh well, it's done and over with now.
I finally got to get a good look at my surroundings as Malik and Mariku come around to my door to let Bakura and me out of the car. Bakura holds my hands behind my back like an escaped criminal as we walk toward a sign that blandly states, 'The Amusement Park'. How original is that? My stomach drops as I realize that now there is no turning back. And the moment I have been dreading for the last four hours has finally arrived. It was then that I felt a hand slide into my back pocket, and I glared back at Bakura and growled at him.
"What are you doing, Yami?!" He seemed unaffected by my stern tone of voice. I guess it's true; I am about as threatening as a cotton swab. But when you really think about it, if you ever had the urge to eat one of those, you would probably choke on it pretty badly, right? That boosted my self confidence a bit. Now I feel better.
"Ryou, where's your wallet?" he whines.
My wallet? Why would he need my wallet? Don't tell me these idiots decided to plan a trip without bringing the proper funds with them! I had no time to think this god-awful morning, let alone grab my wallet! What do I look like, a bank?! He should have thought about this before deciding to make this stupid trip!
"Bakura, my wallet is at home! Did you ever think that maybe you should have brought your own?! And what about Malik and Mariku? Why don't you go mooch off of them instead?" I huffed. But it turns out that they were both broke as well. Just peachy.
You'll never guess, but Bakura used his wonderful thieving ways to get us into the park. I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life! But now I have to worry about the torture I'm going to be put through while INSIDE this stupid park! Argh!
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: I Hate Spinney Thingys!
That Saturday
Part Three: Continuing To Get There and Gaining Entry
"So..." I pondered aloud after many awkward hours of silence. Too bad my speech came out nothing more then a muffled... sound. Compliments of the sock that was stuffed in my mouth. Yuck. It was getting quite uncomfortable after a while, considering the trio I had been planted among. It was normal for me to begin to worry, being the sensible one and all... I think. At least that's what I had been crowned at Moneybags' bachelor party. No, Moneybags was not married... he eloped... with his numerous bags of money. Yes, it's weird I know, but these are the idiots I'm surrounded by. I think he may have been a bit out of it at the time also. Yep, after my yami and his pal Mariku decided to conk the multi-billionaire over the head with a sack of potatoes. Or it just could have possibly been the large amounts of alcohol he had been consuming, but that's just my opinion. I really don't want to know where they found those potatoes...
"I'M ALIVE AGAIN!" my yami finally screamed irreverently into my poor exposed ears. He had taken the time to bind and gag me, and let's not forget being blindfolded, but he had neglected to stick on some earplugs. Why not just complete the job while he's ahead? It would save me a lot of dangerous thoughts of death and destruction upon a certain trio of psychos.
/Are we there yet?/
Excited are we?
/No, I'm getting bored. And my legs are cramping up. You should really consider sitting in your seat the next time instead of on top of me as you annoy the hell out of me by shouting, "Look, look! There's some road-kill right there! That's twenty-one road-kills!"/
You've never complained before. Besides, it's educational.
/What? You crushing my legs? I'm sure./
No, silly goose, the road-kill. We should pay attention to the increase on certain roadways to make sure we don't make the same mistake as some drunken bum.
/I thought you loved playing with the road-kill./
I do. Especially watching it sizzle and burn when I ignite it!
/.../
WE'RE HERE!!!!!!! (
/Hallelujah./
Mind Connection Has Been Severed
"WE HAVE REACHED THE LAND OF ISH!" I hear Malik shout from the passenger seat up front. I really have no idea what he's talking about. No wonder I'm so confused. It's actually quite surprising that we've all made it here alive and in one piece. And we also weren't even pulled over by the cops once. That would have been great, with me being tied up in the back seat and all. How would I explain to them that this is one of their common harmless games that they use to torture me with? Just to see me tick.
I feel someone's hands reach behind my head and they begin to untie my blindfold. I'm willing to take a guess that it's Bakura. Once the offending cloth finally drops from my eyes I can see that my guess was correct. He smiles at me and ruffles my hair (even though he knows I hate that) before he continues to untie me and pulls that nasty sock out of my mouth. I'm not saying that I'm not grateful, but I'm still a bit ticked that he restricted me like this in the first place. It's quite annoying. It's not like I was going to try and jump onto the freeway once the car started. Oh well, it's done and over with now.
I finally got to get a good look at my surroundings as Malik and Mariku come around to my door to let Bakura and me out of the car. Bakura holds my hands behind my back like an escaped criminal as we walk toward a sign that blandly states, 'The Amusement Park'. How original is that? My stomach drops as I realize that now there is no turning back. And the moment I have been dreading for the last four hours has finally arrived. It was then that I felt a hand slide into my back pocket, and I glared back at Bakura and growled at him.
"What are you doing, Yami?!" He seemed unaffected by my stern tone of voice. I guess it's true; I am about as threatening as a cotton swab. But when you really think about it, if you ever had the urge to eat one of those, you would probably choke on it pretty badly, right? That boosted my self confidence a bit. Now I feel better.
"Ryou, where's your wallet?" he whines.
My wallet? Why would he need my wallet? Don't tell me these idiots decided to plan a trip without bringing the proper funds with them! I had no time to think this god-awful morning, let alone grab my wallet! What do I look like, a bank?! He should have thought about this before deciding to make this stupid trip!
"Bakura, my wallet is at home! Did you ever think that maybe you should have brought your own?! And what about Malik and Mariku? Why don't you go mooch off of them instead?" I huffed. But it turns out that they were both broke as well. Just peachy.
You'll never guess, but Bakura used his wonderful thieving ways to get us into the park. I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life! But now I have to worry about the torture I'm going to be put through while INSIDE this stupid park! Argh!
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: I Hate Spinney Thingys!