Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Don't make money from fanfic. The end. Chapter 5: Joey's Revenge
Joey walked with all the seriousness of a businessman, or a mafia man for that matter. Main Street was as still as a reflecting pool in a dark, dank cave, and it also carried the same eerie atmosphere. Nothing disturbed the silence, not even a pigeon's coo was present from the small trees that lined the sidewalk.
Joey suddenly stopped, and stood with a glare as he waited for his rival to appear. 'I know he's gonna come, I just know it,' He thought silently. Deathly cold silence descended upon the street, aseven the wind ceased to blow.
And then, a single drop of mineralized water dripped from a stalactite and fell into the smooth, glass-like surface of the pool in the dark cave as Kaiba's looming shadow fell upon the sidewalk, sending a disturbance of ripples throughout the perfect stillness; and the mirrored image of the heavenly stalactite city above it was blurred.
"Back for more, are we,Wheeler?" The blue-eyed teen mocked.
"Kaiba," Joey hissed, "You're gonna pay for what ya did tah me yesterday."
"Am I now?" The CEO chuckled amusedly, "And how do you plan on doing that? Get your backstabbing friends to help you?"
"Shaddup! What's your problem, anyway? Don't ya have anything better tah do than humiliate me?"
"Actually, I don't."
Joey blinked. "Huh? I thought dat ya were goin' tah work!" He exclaimed.
"True, I am. But, I don't have much to do there except check up on the locks and scan through the inventory, to make sure nothing was stolen," Kaiba explained.
The chestnut-eyed teen looked even more confused than before. "Don't ya do more than dat, though? I thought dat ya usually fire an employee or two dere and attend a bunch of meetings and stuff?"
"My employees are...absent."
That's when it clicked inside Joey's head. "Ya mean your employees are at dat park, too?!?" The blonde exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes," The blue-eyed teen answered curtly.
Joey smirked, "Heh, maybe ya should learn tah have more control over your employees, Kaiba."
The CEO's eyes narrowed, "Don't tell me how to run my company, Wheeler."
"Hey, whattabout Mokuba? Is he dere, too?"
"That's none of your business!" Kaiba snapped dangerously.
"He is, isn't he?" Joey's mischievous grin extended.
"..."
"Ha! I knew it! Even your little brotha ditched ya! Some big brotha YOU are!" The blonde mocked.
"If you know what's in your best health interest, you'd SHUT UP NOW!" The blue-eyed teen snarled viciously.
Joey chose to ignore him and continued with, "Gee, I hope dat poor kid's alright. I mean, he's stuck in a park wit' thousands of other people dat could mug 'im, bully 'im, and make fun of 'im! If I was ten and didn't have anyone I knew tah trust, I'd sure be scared!"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP, INSOLENT DOG!" Kaiba bellowed, stretching forth a thin arm topped with a fist to break the blonde's jaw. But Joey saw it coming. He ducked backwards and reached in his pocket. Pulling out the hand-sized paintball gun, he aimed and pulled the trigger.
POW! Awell-aimed paintball hit the enraged Kaiba square on the chest, and neon pink paint splattered all over him. The pink paint dripped from his formerly bleached white coat, and his face was now that of a startled flamingo's as he blinked in shock. (a/c: AHAHAHAAA!!)The blonde grinnedand said in his best James Bond imitation voice,
"Touché." He then proceeded to start laughing hysterically at the expression of pure surprise on Kaiba's neon pink face. "Man, Kaiba," The teen laughed, "I wish I had a camera! Your expression is absolutely PRICELESS!!" But his amusement was cut short as Kaiba's face distorted into one that would make Hell freeze over and even Satan himself quiver in his boots. "Oh...shit," Joey whispered, and then ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, with a pink-splattered teen hot on his heels. He skidded around a corner into an alleyway, and could hear his pursuing enemy do the same behind him.
"YOU DAMN MUTT, YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!!" Was roared at Joey as the blonde teen continued to run, pushing trash cans down behind him in an attempt to slow down the blue-eyed hurricane that followed. (a/c: RUN, JOEY!!! RUNN!!!)His frantic brown eyes searched for some sort of aid to help him escape. They fell upon a nearby fire escape. He rushed over to the ladder of safety and climbed as fast as he possibly could without the risk of falling and breaking his neck. Clanging that resonated from behind him told the endangered teen that Kaiba hadn't given up yet.
Reaching the top of the building, Joey looked around in a panic for some means of being able to possibly jump or catapult to the next building. To his horror, there was none. His eyes widened as he flipped around and saw a psychotically grinning Kaiba emerge from the fire escape. The look that the blue-eyed fury gave him was that of a hyena cornering a frightened gazelle on a ravine. Joey backed as far as he could go, just like that doomed gazelle.
"You have no where left to run," The CEO-turned-hyena wickedly smirked as he advanced, "No where to hide. And nothing to save you."
Joey, the doomed gazelle, was about to consider repenting for his sins when he looked down and saw his savior. He glanced up and smiled mock-sweetly.
"You'll nevah take me alive," He stated, and jumped.
"WHAT THE-?!" Exclaimed the predator denied his prey. He rushed over to the side of the building and looked down, expecting to see Joey's mangled body sprawled in the alleyway. But instead, he saw Joey on top of an inflatable chair, with Ned the Friendly Hobo Who Preaches Nonsense at Passerby helping the blonde on his feet and both of them dashing away.
"Why that sneaky little-" Kaiba whispered angrily, as he considered continuing his chase. But, just as he was about to rush back down the fire escape, he paused. He was tired, and didn't feel like running around anymore covered in pink paint. "Well, tomorrow's another day, mutt. And even Lady Luck won't be enough to save you from my wrath," The belligerent blue-eyed hunter proclaimed, and cackled evilly into the late-afternoon sky from the rooftop of the flower shop. (a/c: chuckle love them anticlimaxes)