Dreams of power
Chapter 7:
Before they knew it, they were back in the limo and heading for the Los Angeles T.V station. At least this time they wouldn't have to sneak around to get a commercial on the air.
"Malik, how do I look?" Marik was still mopping.
"You just like me... So in my opinion, you look great!"
"... I miss my hair."
"Oh, get over it! It'll grow back." Kaiba was getting annoyed. "Alright were almost there. Try and act professional."
When the limo stopped they got out and went into the big building. It looked almost identical to the one in Domino. Kaiba talked to the lady and gave her lots of money. In a minute they (Marik, Kaiba, and Malik.) were led to one of the rooms with a table of five people.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba. Oh, and hello Mr. Ishtar. Both of you." One of the men said. "Were here to help you out with your campaign commercial."
"You are?" Malik asked.
"Yup, all you have to do if give us the stuff you want to show. And we'll work it into you're commercial."
Marik thought for a second, "What do you want in our advertisement, Malik?"
"Hippos!"
"No. Something that'll make the public vote for us and not John Kerry."
"Or Bush."
"Right. So, we need something that'll discredit them. Before they do it to us. Like Kaiba said before, our record isn't exactly stain free."
"Okay, but where do we get something like that?"
"Hmm... I got it!" he turned to Malik, "Come on! I know what we have to do!" he started out the door, "Kaiba, stay here. We'll be back."
Malik followed his yami till they were out on the street. "Where are we going?"
"Do you still have your little video camera?"
"Yeah." He pulled out a camera that was the size his hand, "What for?"
Marik took it, "We are going to get some footage of George Bush. He's in Los Angeles today for a press conference, and he's staying in the Hilton Hotel."
"What?! How'd you know that?"
"I saw the newspaper before we went into the building."
"Oh..."
"Come on Malik." He stood by the bus stop. In a second the bus came and they got on. It was about an hour's ride till they got to the Hilton Hotel. Once they got there, they went to the front of the building and looked at it.
"This place is huge." Malik took a step forward.
"Yup, and this is where Bush is. So, in we go." He started to walk towards the door.
"Wait a minute!"
"What?"
"Why are we here?"
"I thought I told you. We have to get some proof that George Bush isn't the best guy for president."
"How are we gonna do that?"
Marik slapped his forehead, "We're going to use that video camera."
"But Marik!"
"No buts! Let's go." He walked into the building and Malik followed him. When they got inside Marik made Malik wait in the lobby and he went up to the front counter.
"Uh, hi."
"Hello sir. How can I help you?"
"I'd like a room, please."
"Okay, for how many people?"
"Just two."
"Who should receive the bill?"
"Seto Kaiba."
She held out a room key, "Okay, sir. Room number 216. Thank you for choosing the Hilton Hotel."
"Yeah, sure." He took the key and motioned for Malik to follow him to the elevator. They got to the second floor and went into their room.
"Marik, how'd you pay for this?"
"I didn't. Kaiba did."
"Oh. So how are we supposed to find Bush's room?"
"Already taken care of. See, while the lady at the front desk was finding my key, I took a quick peek behind the desk and saw a key that said Bush."
"Cool, what number is it?"
"Number 365."
"Okay. Wait a minute, how are we going to get inside?"
"I have no idea." Marik opened the door and went out into the hallway, "But let's go anyway. Maybe something'll hit me on the way."
Malik followed his yami up to the third floor and then to room 365. Marik looked into the peephole on the door and saw nothing inside. "I don't think he's in there."
"Maybe he went to the buffet down stairs."
"Why would he do that when he could order room service?"
"I'm just thinking out loud."
Just then they heard something from down the hall. Marik grabbed Malik and they hid around the corner. When they looked out by the door they saw George Bush going into his room with someone else. Marik and Malik came out of hiding when they heard the door close.
"Well, how are we gonna get in there now?" Malik asked.
"Hmm..." Marik thought for a second, "I know!"
"What?"
"Follow me." Marik started for the elevator again and Malik followed. They went up to the roof level and Marik went over to the side.
"Marik! What are you doing?! You'll fall off, it's really windy up here!" Malik shouted.
"Look, Malik. Come over here."
"Uh..." Malik walked over. "What?"
"Look down there. That's our way to videotape Bush."
Malik looked down, "All I see is the street."
"No, we can do down to his window a videotape him."
"Marik that's nuts! And do we even know what he's doing? He could be just sitting down reading a book, not doing anything worth videotaping."
"Why do you always have to be so negative?"
"Someone has to. Anyway, how do you expect to get to his window?"
Marik looked around, then went over to the middle of the roof and picked something up, "With this."
"WHAT?! Marik, that's an old rope! It even couldn't hold you!"
"You're right, it couldn't. That's why you're going down."
"Excuse me? No way!"
"Aw, stop being such a baby. Let's go, we don't have much time." Marik grabbed his hikari and strapped the rope around his waist. "Okay get your camera out."
"I'm not doing this, Marik!"
"Sure ya are. Or I'll fill your life with misery and woe!"
Malik made a face, "Fine... but I won't like it."
Marik made sure the rope was tight and then he helped Malik over the side, "Okay all ya do is tell me when you're at his window, then I'll stop. Ready?"
"What if he sees me?"
"Then I'll pull you up as fast as I can." Marik started lowering Malik down. "Remember to tell me when to stop."
"Okay... but I'm not there yet. Keep going."
Marik wasn't having any trouble holding up Malik but he was kind of worried about the rope. In about two minutes Malik arrived at George Bush's window. "Okay, Marik! I'm here!"
"Alright." Marik held him steady.
Malik took out his camera and lifted it to the widow. All he saw though, was Bush lying down on the bed. In a minute he saw the bathroom door open up and some pale woman with short black hair walked out and sat next to him on the bed. Almost immediately they locked in a passionate kiss.
"Hey Marik." Malik was still videotaping.
"What?"
"Who is George Bush married to?"
"Um... Laura Bush. Remember? We saw her on T.V two days ago."
"Oh, yeah." Malik used the zoom button on the camera to get a closer look of the woman's face, only to his surprise it wasn't even a woman... it was Michael Jackson. "Whoa! Hey, Marik! Guess who George Bush is kissing in the bed?"
"Who?"
"Michael Jackson!"
Marik almost dropped the rope but at the last second caught it again, causing Malik's head to bump against the window. When George and Michael heard it, they looked up and saw Malik hanging from the rope.
Michael screamed like a girl and hid under the bed.
"Hey!" George picked up his pistol and aimed it at Malik.
"MARIK! GET ME OUTTA HERE!"
"Alright, alright!" he started to pull as fast as he could but the rope started to brake.
"Pull faster!"
"If I pull any faster, you'll fall!"
Malik looked back down at the window opening and George Bush's pistol coming out. Luckily for Malik, Marik yanked the rope really hard making Malik go up and onto the roof. Only a millisecond passed before a bullet came flying after him. Once Malik caught his balance, Marik grabbed his hand and they ran like girls.
Chapter 7:
Before they knew it, they were back in the limo and heading for the Los Angeles T.V station. At least this time they wouldn't have to sneak around to get a commercial on the air.
"Malik, how do I look?" Marik was still mopping.
"You just like me... So in my opinion, you look great!"
"... I miss my hair."
"Oh, get over it! It'll grow back." Kaiba was getting annoyed. "Alright were almost there. Try and act professional."
When the limo stopped they got out and went into the big building. It looked almost identical to the one in Domino. Kaiba talked to the lady and gave her lots of money. In a minute they (Marik, Kaiba, and Malik.) were led to one of the rooms with a table of five people.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba. Oh, and hello Mr. Ishtar. Both of you." One of the men said. "Were here to help you out with your campaign commercial."
"You are?" Malik asked.
"Yup, all you have to do if give us the stuff you want to show. And we'll work it into you're commercial."
Marik thought for a second, "What do you want in our advertisement, Malik?"
"Hippos!"
"No. Something that'll make the public vote for us and not John Kerry."
"Or Bush."
"Right. So, we need something that'll discredit them. Before they do it to us. Like Kaiba said before, our record isn't exactly stain free."
"Okay, but where do we get something like that?"
"Hmm... I got it!" he turned to Malik, "Come on! I know what we have to do!" he started out the door, "Kaiba, stay here. We'll be back."
Malik followed his yami till they were out on the street. "Where are we going?"
"Do you still have your little video camera?"
"Yeah." He pulled out a camera that was the size his hand, "What for?"
Marik took it, "We are going to get some footage of George Bush. He's in Los Angeles today for a press conference, and he's staying in the Hilton Hotel."
"What?! How'd you know that?"
"I saw the newspaper before we went into the building."
"Oh..."
"Come on Malik." He stood by the bus stop. In a second the bus came and they got on. It was about an hour's ride till they got to the Hilton Hotel. Once they got there, they went to the front of the building and looked at it.
"This place is huge." Malik took a step forward.
"Yup, and this is where Bush is. So, in we go." He started to walk towards the door.
"Wait a minute!"
"What?"
"Why are we here?"
"I thought I told you. We have to get some proof that George Bush isn't the best guy for president."
"How are we gonna do that?"
Marik slapped his forehead, "We're going to use that video camera."
"But Marik!"
"No buts! Let's go." He walked into the building and Malik followed him. When they got inside Marik made Malik wait in the lobby and he went up to the front counter.
"Uh, hi."
"Hello sir. How can I help you?"
"I'd like a room, please."
"Okay, for how many people?"
"Just two."
"Who should receive the bill?"
"Seto Kaiba."
She held out a room key, "Okay, sir. Room number 216. Thank you for choosing the Hilton Hotel."
"Yeah, sure." He took the key and motioned for Malik to follow him to the elevator. They got to the second floor and went into their room.
"Marik, how'd you pay for this?"
"I didn't. Kaiba did."
"Oh. So how are we supposed to find Bush's room?"
"Already taken care of. See, while the lady at the front desk was finding my key, I took a quick peek behind the desk and saw a key that said Bush."
"Cool, what number is it?"
"Number 365."
"Okay. Wait a minute, how are we going to get inside?"
"I have no idea." Marik opened the door and went out into the hallway, "But let's go anyway. Maybe something'll hit me on the way."
Malik followed his yami up to the third floor and then to room 365. Marik looked into the peephole on the door and saw nothing inside. "I don't think he's in there."
"Maybe he went to the buffet down stairs."
"Why would he do that when he could order room service?"
"I'm just thinking out loud."
Just then they heard something from down the hall. Marik grabbed Malik and they hid around the corner. When they looked out by the door they saw George Bush going into his room with someone else. Marik and Malik came out of hiding when they heard the door close.
"Well, how are we gonna get in there now?" Malik asked.
"Hmm..." Marik thought for a second, "I know!"
"What?"
"Follow me." Marik started for the elevator again and Malik followed. They went up to the roof level and Marik went over to the side.
"Marik! What are you doing?! You'll fall off, it's really windy up here!" Malik shouted.
"Look, Malik. Come over here."
"Uh..." Malik walked over. "What?"
"Look down there. That's our way to videotape Bush."
Malik looked down, "All I see is the street."
"No, we can do down to his window a videotape him."
"Marik that's nuts! And do we even know what he's doing? He could be just sitting down reading a book, not doing anything worth videotaping."
"Why do you always have to be so negative?"
"Someone has to. Anyway, how do you expect to get to his window?"
Marik looked around, then went over to the middle of the roof and picked something up, "With this."
"WHAT?! Marik, that's an old rope! It even couldn't hold you!"
"You're right, it couldn't. That's why you're going down."
"Excuse me? No way!"
"Aw, stop being such a baby. Let's go, we don't have much time." Marik grabbed his hikari and strapped the rope around his waist. "Okay get your camera out."
"I'm not doing this, Marik!"
"Sure ya are. Or I'll fill your life with misery and woe!"
Malik made a face, "Fine... but I won't like it."
Marik made sure the rope was tight and then he helped Malik over the side, "Okay all ya do is tell me when you're at his window, then I'll stop. Ready?"
"What if he sees me?"
"Then I'll pull you up as fast as I can." Marik started lowering Malik down. "Remember to tell me when to stop."
"Okay... but I'm not there yet. Keep going."
Marik wasn't having any trouble holding up Malik but he was kind of worried about the rope. In about two minutes Malik arrived at George Bush's window. "Okay, Marik! I'm here!"
"Alright." Marik held him steady.
Malik took out his camera and lifted it to the widow. All he saw though, was Bush lying down on the bed. In a minute he saw the bathroom door open up and some pale woman with short black hair walked out and sat next to him on the bed. Almost immediately they locked in a passionate kiss.
"Hey Marik." Malik was still videotaping.
"What?"
"Who is George Bush married to?"
"Um... Laura Bush. Remember? We saw her on T.V two days ago."
"Oh, yeah." Malik used the zoom button on the camera to get a closer look of the woman's face, only to his surprise it wasn't even a woman... it was Michael Jackson. "Whoa! Hey, Marik! Guess who George Bush is kissing in the bed?"
"Who?"
"Michael Jackson!"
Marik almost dropped the rope but at the last second caught it again, causing Malik's head to bump against the window. When George and Michael heard it, they looked up and saw Malik hanging from the rope.
Michael screamed like a girl and hid under the bed.
"Hey!" George picked up his pistol and aimed it at Malik.
"MARIK! GET ME OUTTA HERE!"
"Alright, alright!" he started to pull as fast as he could but the rope started to brake.
"Pull faster!"
"If I pull any faster, you'll fall!"
Malik looked back down at the window opening and George Bush's pistol coming out. Luckily for Malik, Marik yanked the rope really hard making Malik go up and onto the roof. Only a millisecond passed before a bullet came flying after him. Once Malik caught his balance, Marik grabbed his hand and they ran like girls.