Dreams of power
Chapter 6:
Marik, Malik, and Kaiba were on their way to the homeless shelter. They were riding in the limo and were almost there.
"What's the name of this place again, Kaiba?" Marik asked.
"I told you, Angel of hope homeless shelter."
"What a silly name."
"I know, but act like you love it. And pretend you care. People eat that stuff up."
"Okay, I'll try."
Once they got there, there were a bunch of news reporters and cameras and stuff. Just like at the T.V station earlier. When Marik and Malik got up to the podium they stood by this man in a priest's outfit.
"Hello," he shook Marik's hand, "I'm father O'Hara. I'm in charge of the Angel of hope homeless shelter."
"Uh hi. I'm Marik."
"And I'm Malik."
"Okay then let's get this show on the road." He turned to the crowd in front of the podium, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Angel of hope homeless shelter... This is Marik and Malik Ishtar. They are running in the current presidential election. I'm sure you all saw them on the news this morning."
"They have T.V in a hobo house?" Marik asked.
Kaiba elbowed him, "Don't call it a 'hobo house'! And yes, they have a T.V."
"Well then," Father O'Hara continued, "I'll let Mr. Ishtar speak for a few moments. He wants to tell you all the improvements that will be made, if they are elected into office." He stepped down and motioned for them to take the stand.
"What!?" Marik looked at Kaiba, "I don't have anything prepared!"
"Then wing it!" Kaiba pushed him up.
"Good-luck, Marik!" Malik waved.
Marik got onto the podium and looked unbelievably nervous, "Uh... hello." He looked back at Kaiba. "Um... I'm Marik Ishtar. And... Malik and me are running for office. I just want you to know that if I'm elected president... a lot of things are going to change. Uh, for the better. Like, for one... no more homeless shelters! Yeah, um... instead of living in a dingy old place with no plumbing... you can live in nice boxes! With plumbing! Places like this just take up space."
"Oh lord!" Kaiba smacked his forehead.
"And you'll have better schools to go to. Oh, and you'll be able to take a bath once in a while. Hey, Father O'Hara?"
"Uh... yes?"
"How often do these people bathe?"
"Once a week."
"Yuck! I thought I smelled something... Anyway, you'll be able to take lots of baths and stuff. So, let's see..." he thought for a second, "Um, that's about it. Don't sweat it, you'll all be a-okay with me and Malik in office!"
Most of them clapped as Marik got off the podium and entered the building with Malik, Kaiba, and father O'Hara.
"Jeez, Marik." Kaiba said. "That was some speech."
Malik sighed. "It brought a tear to my eye."
Marik grinned. When they entered the room, Marik and Malik saw a bunch of little kids sitting on the floor, "Hello, Marik and Malik!" they all shouted at one time.
"Hi." Marik and Malik replied with much enthusiasm.
They spent about thirty minutes with the kids and took a lot of pictures with them for the newspaper. When it was time for them to leave they got up and went back into the limo. Malik was very glad to get out of there, "I swear, Kaiba, one of those kids was coming on to me!"
"You have an over active imagination."
"I do not! Do I, Marik?"
"Well," he leaned back, "You do imagine a lot of things..."
"I do not!"
"Oh, and I suppose you really did see Elvis at McDonalds last year?"
"Yes! I did, and he even said hi!"
"You have problems."
"You have problems!"
"YOU BOTH HAVE PROBLEMS! Now..." Kaiba cleared his throat, "Be silent, will ya? I'm trying to think."
Kaiba leaned back into his seat, 'How am I going to get these two to stop acting up on interviews and stuff? If they keep on doing this... they'll loose for sure! And there goes all my money...'
Just then the driver stopped the limo, "Were here, sir."
"Good." Kaiba got out, "What are you two waiting for? Let's go."
Marik got out first, "Were back at the airport. Where are we going now?"
"To Los Angeles. We have something to do there."
"Um... okay." Malik and Marik followed him to Kaiba Corps private jet. They got inside and shortly took off.
"Kaiba?" Malik leaned forward. "What is it that we need to do in Los Angeles?"
"You'll see. Besides the fact that we haven't been there yet... we need to get a commercial going."
"Commercial?"
"Yes, Bush and Kerry already have one. We need to get a move on before one of your competitors gets one out about you and let's face it... your record isn't exactly stain free."
"What do you mean by that?" Marik asked.
"They've got a lot of ammo the could use to hurt your chances of getting elected."
"Oh..." they were quite until they landed in L.A. When the plane landed they got off and already had another limo waiting for them at the airport.
"First, off..." Kaiba said. "We're going to get you two looking presidential. I can't believe I let you go on T.V in those clothes."
"What? President's don't wear leather?"
"No. They wear suits."
"Oh."
They got to on of those high-class dress and makeover stores called 'In Style.' Marik and Malik went inside first and were greeted by an extremely skinny woman.
"Hello." She took a closer look at them, "Ooh! Wait a minute! You're Marik and Malik Ishtar, aren't you? The two cuties that are running for president!"
Marik turned to Malik, "Hey she recognized us."
Kaiba then walked in, "Alright," he was talking to the lady, "We need to get these two looking professional, and make it snappy."
"Yes sir, Mr. Kaiba. Girls!"
As soon as she said 'girls' there were six women that came out of the doors, three led Marik in one room and another three led Malik to a different room. The room that Malik was taken to was pink and had flowers on the wall. On the left side of the room were four big racks of business suits and ties and things like that.
"Where am I?" he asked walking over to the clothes.
One of the girls followed him over, "You're in one of the fashion rooms for men. We need to get you looking vice-presidential. Although, in my opinion you look fine just the way you are..."
"Uh, thanks."
"Now," she pulled out a tape measurer from her pocket, "Let's get started."
"O...Okay."
----------------------------------------------------
"Aw, I hate suits..." Marik moaned as he tried another one on.
"You kidding me? You look like a real president!"
"Real presidents are ugly."
"I mean you look very professional."
"I don't like it."
"Try this one." She got another one from the rack and held it up to him. "Hmm. No, I think you look best in black."
"That usually what I wear."
"Ooh! How about this one?"
"Eh..."
"Oh! Don't you like anything?!"
"Show me something good, and I tell ya."
In about thirty more minutes Marik found something half way decent and Malik came out in something he wanted as well. The next step was the cosmetics room, but all the girls refused to do anything to their faces.
"Tampering with their natural beauty?! That should be considered a crime!" One of the girls turned her back to Kaiba.
Marik and Malik smiled, "Yeah, Kaiba. You wouldn't want do anything to our natural good looks."
"Just do something about Marik's wild hair." He walked out.
"Well," one of the girls took the scissors, "It is my job..."
Marik stood up, "What?! What are you doing?!"
"I've got to trim your hair."
"Not my precious golden locks! No way!"
"Maybe I could do something that'll be just as good as cutting but not exactly..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You'll see."
In about fifteen minutes the girl was done and she turned Marik's chair around to face the mirror.
"I... I look just like Malik."
"Cool, huh?" She stood back, "Mr. Kaiba! There ready."
Kaiba walked in and looked at Marik, "You two look like twins. And with the same name, everyone will think you are twins."
"What's wrong with that?" Malik asked.
"I guess nothing."
"Good, then let's go." Malik started for the door.
Marik followed him, "I've lost my individuality."
Chapter 6:
Marik, Malik, and Kaiba were on their way to the homeless shelter. They were riding in the limo and were almost there.
"What's the name of this place again, Kaiba?" Marik asked.
"I told you, Angel of hope homeless shelter."
"What a silly name."
"I know, but act like you love it. And pretend you care. People eat that stuff up."
"Okay, I'll try."
Once they got there, there were a bunch of news reporters and cameras and stuff. Just like at the T.V station earlier. When Marik and Malik got up to the podium they stood by this man in a priest's outfit.
"Hello," he shook Marik's hand, "I'm father O'Hara. I'm in charge of the Angel of hope homeless shelter."
"Uh hi. I'm Marik."
"And I'm Malik."
"Okay then let's get this show on the road." He turned to the crowd in front of the podium, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Angel of hope homeless shelter... This is Marik and Malik Ishtar. They are running in the current presidential election. I'm sure you all saw them on the news this morning."
"They have T.V in a hobo house?" Marik asked.
Kaiba elbowed him, "Don't call it a 'hobo house'! And yes, they have a T.V."
"Well then," Father O'Hara continued, "I'll let Mr. Ishtar speak for a few moments. He wants to tell you all the improvements that will be made, if they are elected into office." He stepped down and motioned for them to take the stand.
"What!?" Marik looked at Kaiba, "I don't have anything prepared!"
"Then wing it!" Kaiba pushed him up.
"Good-luck, Marik!" Malik waved.
Marik got onto the podium and looked unbelievably nervous, "Uh... hello." He looked back at Kaiba. "Um... I'm Marik Ishtar. And... Malik and me are running for office. I just want you to know that if I'm elected president... a lot of things are going to change. Uh, for the better. Like, for one... no more homeless shelters! Yeah, um... instead of living in a dingy old place with no plumbing... you can live in nice boxes! With plumbing! Places like this just take up space."
"Oh lord!" Kaiba smacked his forehead.
"And you'll have better schools to go to. Oh, and you'll be able to take a bath once in a while. Hey, Father O'Hara?"
"Uh... yes?"
"How often do these people bathe?"
"Once a week."
"Yuck! I thought I smelled something... Anyway, you'll be able to take lots of baths and stuff. So, let's see..." he thought for a second, "Um, that's about it. Don't sweat it, you'll all be a-okay with me and Malik in office!"
Most of them clapped as Marik got off the podium and entered the building with Malik, Kaiba, and father O'Hara.
"Jeez, Marik." Kaiba said. "That was some speech."
Malik sighed. "It brought a tear to my eye."
Marik grinned. When they entered the room, Marik and Malik saw a bunch of little kids sitting on the floor, "Hello, Marik and Malik!" they all shouted at one time.
"Hi." Marik and Malik replied with much enthusiasm.
They spent about thirty minutes with the kids and took a lot of pictures with them for the newspaper. When it was time for them to leave they got up and went back into the limo. Malik was very glad to get out of there, "I swear, Kaiba, one of those kids was coming on to me!"
"You have an over active imagination."
"I do not! Do I, Marik?"
"Well," he leaned back, "You do imagine a lot of things..."
"I do not!"
"Oh, and I suppose you really did see Elvis at McDonalds last year?"
"Yes! I did, and he even said hi!"
"You have problems."
"You have problems!"
"YOU BOTH HAVE PROBLEMS! Now..." Kaiba cleared his throat, "Be silent, will ya? I'm trying to think."
Kaiba leaned back into his seat, 'How am I going to get these two to stop acting up on interviews and stuff? If they keep on doing this... they'll loose for sure! And there goes all my money...'
Just then the driver stopped the limo, "Were here, sir."
"Good." Kaiba got out, "What are you two waiting for? Let's go."
Marik got out first, "Were back at the airport. Where are we going now?"
"To Los Angeles. We have something to do there."
"Um... okay." Malik and Marik followed him to Kaiba Corps private jet. They got inside and shortly took off.
"Kaiba?" Malik leaned forward. "What is it that we need to do in Los Angeles?"
"You'll see. Besides the fact that we haven't been there yet... we need to get a commercial going."
"Commercial?"
"Yes, Bush and Kerry already have one. We need to get a move on before one of your competitors gets one out about you and let's face it... your record isn't exactly stain free."
"What do you mean by that?" Marik asked.
"They've got a lot of ammo the could use to hurt your chances of getting elected."
"Oh..." they were quite until they landed in L.A. When the plane landed they got off and already had another limo waiting for them at the airport.
"First, off..." Kaiba said. "We're going to get you two looking presidential. I can't believe I let you go on T.V in those clothes."
"What? President's don't wear leather?"
"No. They wear suits."
"Oh."
They got to on of those high-class dress and makeover stores called 'In Style.' Marik and Malik went inside first and were greeted by an extremely skinny woman.
"Hello." She took a closer look at them, "Ooh! Wait a minute! You're Marik and Malik Ishtar, aren't you? The two cuties that are running for president!"
Marik turned to Malik, "Hey she recognized us."
Kaiba then walked in, "Alright," he was talking to the lady, "We need to get these two looking professional, and make it snappy."
"Yes sir, Mr. Kaiba. Girls!"
As soon as she said 'girls' there were six women that came out of the doors, three led Marik in one room and another three led Malik to a different room. The room that Malik was taken to was pink and had flowers on the wall. On the left side of the room were four big racks of business suits and ties and things like that.
"Where am I?" he asked walking over to the clothes.
One of the girls followed him over, "You're in one of the fashion rooms for men. We need to get you looking vice-presidential. Although, in my opinion you look fine just the way you are..."
"Uh, thanks."
"Now," she pulled out a tape measurer from her pocket, "Let's get started."
"O...Okay."
----------------------------------------------------
"Aw, I hate suits..." Marik moaned as he tried another one on.
"You kidding me? You look like a real president!"
"Real presidents are ugly."
"I mean you look very professional."
"I don't like it."
"Try this one." She got another one from the rack and held it up to him. "Hmm. No, I think you look best in black."
"That usually what I wear."
"Ooh! How about this one?"
"Eh..."
"Oh! Don't you like anything?!"
"Show me something good, and I tell ya."
In about thirty more minutes Marik found something half way decent and Malik came out in something he wanted as well. The next step was the cosmetics room, but all the girls refused to do anything to their faces.
"Tampering with their natural beauty?! That should be considered a crime!" One of the girls turned her back to Kaiba.
Marik and Malik smiled, "Yeah, Kaiba. You wouldn't want do anything to our natural good looks."
"Just do something about Marik's wild hair." He walked out.
"Well," one of the girls took the scissors, "It is my job..."
Marik stood up, "What?! What are you doing?!"
"I've got to trim your hair."
"Not my precious golden locks! No way!"
"Maybe I could do something that'll be just as good as cutting but not exactly..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You'll see."
In about fifteen minutes the girl was done and she turned Marik's chair around to face the mirror.
"I... I look just like Malik."
"Cool, huh?" She stood back, "Mr. Kaiba! There ready."
Kaiba walked in and looked at Marik, "You two look like twins. And with the same name, everyone will think you are twins."
"What's wrong with that?" Malik asked.
"I guess nothing."
"Good, then let's go." Malik started for the door.
Marik followed him, "I've lost my individuality."