Chapter 7: With A Record High of 104 Degrees Fahrenheit...!

"AAAAAHHH!!!! I'M BURNING, I'M BURNING!!!! NOOOO!!! MY

HAIR'S ON FYAH!!!!!!" Screeched Joey, who landed on the floor of his bedroom. "Huh?

What...time...is it?" He mumbled, and then sat up, with a pillow sticking to

the side of his head. "Why's it so...hot?" He panted, and sat up, pillow

somehow still stuck to his blonde head. He cautiously opened the blinds of

his window, and winced as bright, hot, blazing sunlight streaked into the

dark room. "GAH! TOO BRIGHT!!" The teen reared back from the window,

trying to rub away the colorful spots he kept seeing in front of his

chestnut eyes. Finally regaining control of his vision and conscious

thought, he said, "Hmm...I probably blew out da air conditioner," He

reasoned, and then reached to flip on the light switch. But no light came

from the glass bulb in the ceiling. "Huh? What da-?" Joey started to

frantically flip the switch, with nothing happening. "Maybe da bulb burnt

out," He considered, but then looked over at his digital clock, to see it

flashing '12:00 A.M.' in bright red. "Oh, great! DA POWER'S OUT!" The

blonde exclaimed, and grumbled, "Dammit, dat means dat da fridge isn't

working. And wit'out da fridge working, I can't stand in front of it tah

cool off...and da milk probably went bad. Dammit."

He forced himself to open the blinds of his window and allow sunlight

into his dark room. "Man, it's so...HOT OUT!!" Joey complained loudly, then

sighed, "I guess I'll get myself a glass of water." Stumbling along the

dark hallway outside of his room, the blonde somehow made it to his kitchen

without stubbing any of his toes on random things that occasionally littered

the floor. Reaching blindly for a glass in a cabinet, he placed it under

the tap and turned it on. Problem was, all the faucet did was make a

sputtering noise. No water emerged from the sink, not one lonely drop.

Joey's chestnut eyes narrowed in fury, "WHAT DA HELL IS GOIN' ON HERE?!"

And, as if an almighty force could somehow hear him and bended to his every

whim, the lights eerily flickered on, as well as the TV. And on that TV was

the image of a face Joey had hoped he would never see again.

"KAIBA?!?!?!?!?" The blonde teen exclaimed in complete shock.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! JOEY, YOU IDIOT!" Laughed the sadistic CEO on

the TV screen, "Were you even THINKING yesterday?! I suppose not, because

you gave me the half of the city with the power plant, as well as the water

plant! Well, just to let you know, today's going to be a record high of 104

degrees Fahrenheit! Have fun!" The blue-eyed teen snickered with a smirk,

and then the power flickered off again. A strange silence enveloped the

room while Joey stood there with his jaw hanging open. "Dat...bastard," He

whispered, before chucking the nearest object he could find at the black

screen.

"Why...me?" Joey moaned as he walked down Main Street in flip-flops,

shorts, and a tank top. He knew that it seemed kind of stupid to walk

around in the sun on such a hot day, but he just COULDN'T stay in his dark

house and be bored to death. So, that is how he came to be walking around

in the blazing sun; he was trying to find something to do, or maybe even

possibly, some place in his half of the city with working air conditioning.

But, it seemed that Kaiba had decided to try and kill Joey with heatstroke

after all, as nothing in his half-city worked at all.

"Oh, man...I think I'm startin' tah see mirages," The overheated teen

groaned when he saw a dancing ice cream cone in front of him.

back Mr. Frosty...pleeeeeeeeeasssseeeeeee," The sweaty blonde reached out for

the hallucination that danced away, giggling like a demonic Furby.

"Can't...go...on..." Joey panted, as he collapsed in the shade of a skinny tree,

and tried to unstick his tank top from his sweaty skin. Fuzzily, he glanced

up to the other side of Main Street. To his extreme jealousy, he saw Kaiba

reclining in a pool chair by an outdoor pool, sipping from a glass of iced

tea topped with a lemon wedge in his navy blue swimming trunks. "What's the

matter, Joey? You look a bit hot over there," Smirked the evil blue-eyed

tormentor.

Joey glared and promptly flicked the opposite teen off.

"I...hate...ya...so...much!" He muttered through clenched teeth. Chestnut eyes

suddenly noticed something swimming in his enemy's outdoor pool. "NED?!?"

Exclaimed the aggravated blonde.

"Huh?" Spluttered Ned the Friendly Hobo Who Preaches Nonsense at

Passerby.

"WHAT ARE YA DOIN' OVER DERE?!?"

"Well, you said I could go to whichever side I felt like. Today I

felt like going on this side. SAVE THE WALES!" Declared Ned, who dove back

under the cool waters.

"TRAITOR!!" Bellowed Joey.

Kaiba watched this exchange with amusement, and called to the -once

again- abandoned teen, "Wow, Joey! You sure do suck at picking friends,

huh?"

"Oh, shaddup. I don't have da energy tah fight wit' ya today." He

whined, and placed an arm over his eyes, waiting for the sun to turn him to

ashes.

"You know, I think I could allow you to come over here," Came a

thoughtful proposition from the opposite teen.

"REALLY???" The overheated blonde jumped up from his 'deathbed' and

started jogging towards the oasis just a few yards away.

"On one condition..." Added the blue-eyed businessman.

Joey froze just as he was about to step over the assigned border

between the two city halves. "Whaaat?" He pitifully whined, feeling he

would crumble to pieces if he didn't get in that pool at that exact second.

"Give me control over your half of the city."

'Oh man, if I do dat, then I'll nevah be able tah get away from him

and he'd probably make me sleep in a box or...ah, screw it. It's too hot out

tah think anymore...' "Fine." He said simply. "NOW can I please dive into

dat pool before I melt!!" 'Ugh...I'm so desperate I'm bein' polite...' He

thought disgustedly.

"Of course," Was the response.

"ALRIGHT!!!!" Was the joyful cry as the poor overheated blonde did a

cannon ball into the pool, shoes and all. When he resurfaced, he'd felt as

though he had emerged into heavenly bliss. A happy sigh escaped him as he

contentedly just floated there, reveling in the cool water. He then

chuckled when he noticed that he was still wearing his flip-flops.

Dog-paddling to the edge of the pool, he placed the slip-on shoes on the dry

cement as well as his shirt. Joey glanced over at Kaiba to see him staring

seductively at him. 'Wait...WHAT?' The blonde spluttered in his mind, and he

blinked and glanced again. The look was gone; Kaiba was simply staring at

the sky. 'Meh...must've been da heatstroke,' Joey shrugged, and then also

looked up to see what his enemy found so interesting in the sky.

Dark thunderclouds boomed ominously overhead, and then a raindrop fell

on Joey's nose. As calm as anything, the blue-eyed teen reached under his

chair and pulled out an umbrella right as the rain came thundering down.

Joey stared in a stupor at the other teen. "Ya mean...tah tell me...dat ya KNEW

DA ENTIRE TIME DAT IT WAS GONNA RAIN!!!!!!!!!" The chestnut-eyed, New York

accented teen roared.

"Of course. Didn't you watch the weather channel, Joey?" Kaiba

smirked.

"YA BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Joey screeched, and then proceeded to

furiously splash his cruel enemy.