Dreams of power
Chapter 10:
Soon the riveting news show was over, Marik and Malik went backstage to see what Kaiba thought. When they got there, Kaiba was sitting on a chair with a note in his hand.
"Hey, Kaiba." Marik said, "What did ya think of that?"
"We were good, weren't we?"
He got up, "Let's just say... it was worth watching. And as for the voters..."
"Yeah?"
"Just be thankful for that tan of yours."
"Will do!" Malik and Marik headed for the door, "Coming?"
"Not so fast, you got something. Here." He handed the note to Malik.
"Hmm." He opened it and read it out loud, "Marik and Malik, if you're wondering how John Kerry got those pictures of your past escapades... it was us. We gave them to him, and it's not the only time we'll be helping your competition. You don't need to be in office! The world's bad enough with you in it, let alone running it. Non-love, Yami and Yugi."
"Okay, now I'm mad." Marik grabbed Malik's hand and dragged him out the door.
"Where are we going?!"
"To get a hold of Yugi and the pharaoh."
"They're in Domino! And we're in the middle of a campaign, we don't have time for them! Let it go! For once, just let it go!"
"No way, I can't stand those two!" Marik threw his hikari in the back of the limo, "Okay, driver go to our hotel, now!"
"Yes sir." He stepped on the gas and they were on their way.
"Marik... I'm tired. We're going to the hotel, does that mean we're saving our revenge for tomorrow?"
"No, Malik. Our revenge is tonight! I didn't tell you this but... Yugi and Yami have been following us all around the country."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you getting freaked out."
Malik pouted. "I don't freak out..."
"Don't be mad, hikari. We're going to teach those spiky haired freaks not to mess with our campaign."
"How do we do that?"
"Nothing special Malik. We're just going over there to slap 'em around a bit."
"SLAP THEM?!"
"It's an expression. Simply put, we'll just tell show them they can't mess with us when we're doing something important."
"But they can mess with us when we're just sitting around, bored."
"Yes... I mean, no! Whose side are you on?!"
"Yours! I mean, ours."
"Good, we're almost there..."
In a few moments they had arrived back at the hotel and were heading up to their level. They were at the door adjacent to their own when they heard oh too familiar voices coming from inside. Marik put his ear to the door and could hear his enemy's conversation perfectly.
"Yami, they were really good on that O'Reilly show. Do you think more people will vote for them because of it?"
"No. After all, they weren't 'good' they were entertaining. Which, when used in the world of politics, can have very different results."
"...Do you think they got our note?"
"I'm sure they did. They're very predictable."
"They are? I mean, yes! They are... What do you predict?"
"I predict they will be here in a matter of..." he dropped his voice to a whisper, "seconds."
Just then Marik busted the door open with Malik's hand in his. "Alright Pharaoh, I know what you and your hikari did!"
"..." Malik sighed.
Yami smiled. "Well, it's about time you got here, Marik. I was beginning to worry about you."
"Shove it! I knew you had something to do with this whole thing! You're the only reason Kerry has his slight lead!"
"John Kerry would have had his lead anyway! The only reason you two are in second place is because you took that videotape of George Bush! Which, by the way, was not called for. You can't just sneak into people's lives like that!"
"Yes, we can. And soon, we are going to be in office and there won't be a thing you can do about it Yami."
Malik tugged on his yami's sleeve, "Can we just beat them up and go? I'm tired."
"That's a good idea, Malik." Marik grinned, "I got dibs on the pharaoh."
"I'll take Yugi." Malik yawned, "Come here, kid."
Yugi started to back up and Yami got in front of him, "No way Malik."
Malik groaned, "Aw, come on Yami. I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep... The only way Marik will let me is if we beat you up."
Marik grabbed Yami from behind and wrestled him to the ground, "Give it up, Yami!"
Yugi tried to pull Yami out of Marik's grip but Malik got to him first. With one arm wrapped around Yugi's waist and another reaching for the bed sheets, Malik finally managed to wrap Yugi up in it tightly. Afterwards, he was able to help his dark tie Yami up in a different sheet. Although they couldn't get their millennium puzzles, they did get Yugi and Yami in a position to where they couldn't use them.
"Well," Marik rubbed his hands together, "That takes care of that."
"Takes care of what, Marik?! They are bound and gagged in their hotel room. Someone is sure to find them here! And then they'll squeal on us."
"So what's your point?"
"If they tell, we'll be kicked out of the election and sent to jail for kidnapping!"
"I see..." Marik thought for a minute, "Okay, I got it!"
"What?"
"Follow me." Marik picked up Yami and dragged him out of the room. Malik did the same with Yugi. They went down the hall and into their own room.
Marik and Malik threw the spiky headed boys onto the floor and sighed. "What do we do now Marik?"
"..." Marik didn't answer. He was too busy pushing Yugi and Yami into the closet on the other side of the room. When he locked the door and set a chair up against it, he turned back to Malik, "See? All better."
"Better? Better?! What's better!? Now, they're in our room. What happens when they get out of there, Marik? They could cut our throats in the middle of the night! Or worse... they could send us to the shadow realm!"
Marik starred at him, "You need to relax."
"I can't relax. I'm a nervous wreck over this, Marik!"
"I can see that." Marik walked into the kitchen portion of the room. "Sit down. I'm going to show you a trick."
"A trick?" Malik sat down anyways.
"Yup." He poured a glass of milk behind Malik's back so he couldn't see anything. "I learned this from Bakura. When he wants his hikari to shut- up...I mean go to sleep."
Malik sighed, "..."
Marik gave Malik the glass of milk, "Now, drink it all...slowly. It's a sleep potion. Guaranteed to put you out like a light."
Malik started to drink it, "It's tastes like milk..."
"That's what it's supposed to taste like. Now, you'll feel a little tingling... but believe me. You'll sleep like a baby." Marik raised a frying pan behind his hikari's head.
"I don't feel any tingling. When's it gonna hit me?"
"Right now." Marik slammed the pan down on Malik's head. Not hard enough to kill him... just enough to knock him out for the night.
"..." Malik really was out like a light.
Marik dragged him up to the bed and put a blanket over him, "Well... it seems Bakura was right again."
Chapter 10:
Soon the riveting news show was over, Marik and Malik went backstage to see what Kaiba thought. When they got there, Kaiba was sitting on a chair with a note in his hand.
"Hey, Kaiba." Marik said, "What did ya think of that?"
"We were good, weren't we?"
He got up, "Let's just say... it was worth watching. And as for the voters..."
"Yeah?"
"Just be thankful for that tan of yours."
"Will do!" Malik and Marik headed for the door, "Coming?"
"Not so fast, you got something. Here." He handed the note to Malik.
"Hmm." He opened it and read it out loud, "Marik and Malik, if you're wondering how John Kerry got those pictures of your past escapades... it was us. We gave them to him, and it's not the only time we'll be helping your competition. You don't need to be in office! The world's bad enough with you in it, let alone running it. Non-love, Yami and Yugi."
"Okay, now I'm mad." Marik grabbed Malik's hand and dragged him out the door.
"Where are we going?!"
"To get a hold of Yugi and the pharaoh."
"They're in Domino! And we're in the middle of a campaign, we don't have time for them! Let it go! For once, just let it go!"
"No way, I can't stand those two!" Marik threw his hikari in the back of the limo, "Okay, driver go to our hotel, now!"
"Yes sir." He stepped on the gas and they were on their way.
"Marik... I'm tired. We're going to the hotel, does that mean we're saving our revenge for tomorrow?"
"No, Malik. Our revenge is tonight! I didn't tell you this but... Yugi and Yami have been following us all around the country."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you getting freaked out."
Malik pouted. "I don't freak out..."
"Don't be mad, hikari. We're going to teach those spiky haired freaks not to mess with our campaign."
"How do we do that?"
"Nothing special Malik. We're just going over there to slap 'em around a bit."
"SLAP THEM?!"
"It's an expression. Simply put, we'll just tell show them they can't mess with us when we're doing something important."
"But they can mess with us when we're just sitting around, bored."
"Yes... I mean, no! Whose side are you on?!"
"Yours! I mean, ours."
"Good, we're almost there..."
In a few moments they had arrived back at the hotel and were heading up to their level. They were at the door adjacent to their own when they heard oh too familiar voices coming from inside. Marik put his ear to the door and could hear his enemy's conversation perfectly.
"Yami, they were really good on that O'Reilly show. Do you think more people will vote for them because of it?"
"No. After all, they weren't 'good' they were entertaining. Which, when used in the world of politics, can have very different results."
"...Do you think they got our note?"
"I'm sure they did. They're very predictable."
"They are? I mean, yes! They are... What do you predict?"
"I predict they will be here in a matter of..." he dropped his voice to a whisper, "seconds."
Just then Marik busted the door open with Malik's hand in his. "Alright Pharaoh, I know what you and your hikari did!"
"..." Malik sighed.
Yami smiled. "Well, it's about time you got here, Marik. I was beginning to worry about you."
"Shove it! I knew you had something to do with this whole thing! You're the only reason Kerry has his slight lead!"
"John Kerry would have had his lead anyway! The only reason you two are in second place is because you took that videotape of George Bush! Which, by the way, was not called for. You can't just sneak into people's lives like that!"
"Yes, we can. And soon, we are going to be in office and there won't be a thing you can do about it Yami."
Malik tugged on his yami's sleeve, "Can we just beat them up and go? I'm tired."
"That's a good idea, Malik." Marik grinned, "I got dibs on the pharaoh."
"I'll take Yugi." Malik yawned, "Come here, kid."
Yugi started to back up and Yami got in front of him, "No way Malik."
Malik groaned, "Aw, come on Yami. I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep... The only way Marik will let me is if we beat you up."
Marik grabbed Yami from behind and wrestled him to the ground, "Give it up, Yami!"
Yugi tried to pull Yami out of Marik's grip but Malik got to him first. With one arm wrapped around Yugi's waist and another reaching for the bed sheets, Malik finally managed to wrap Yugi up in it tightly. Afterwards, he was able to help his dark tie Yami up in a different sheet. Although they couldn't get their millennium puzzles, they did get Yugi and Yami in a position to where they couldn't use them.
"Well," Marik rubbed his hands together, "That takes care of that."
"Takes care of what, Marik?! They are bound and gagged in their hotel room. Someone is sure to find them here! And then they'll squeal on us."
"So what's your point?"
"If they tell, we'll be kicked out of the election and sent to jail for kidnapping!"
"I see..." Marik thought for a minute, "Okay, I got it!"
"What?"
"Follow me." Marik picked up Yami and dragged him out of the room. Malik did the same with Yugi. They went down the hall and into their own room.
Marik and Malik threw the spiky headed boys onto the floor and sighed. "What do we do now Marik?"
"..." Marik didn't answer. He was too busy pushing Yugi and Yami into the closet on the other side of the room. When he locked the door and set a chair up against it, he turned back to Malik, "See? All better."
"Better? Better?! What's better!? Now, they're in our room. What happens when they get out of there, Marik? They could cut our throats in the middle of the night! Or worse... they could send us to the shadow realm!"
Marik starred at him, "You need to relax."
"I can't relax. I'm a nervous wreck over this, Marik!"
"I can see that." Marik walked into the kitchen portion of the room. "Sit down. I'm going to show you a trick."
"A trick?" Malik sat down anyways.
"Yup." He poured a glass of milk behind Malik's back so he couldn't see anything. "I learned this from Bakura. When he wants his hikari to shut- up...I mean go to sleep."
Malik sighed, "..."
Marik gave Malik the glass of milk, "Now, drink it all...slowly. It's a sleep potion. Guaranteed to put you out like a light."
Malik started to drink it, "It's tastes like milk..."
"That's what it's supposed to taste like. Now, you'll feel a little tingling... but believe me. You'll sleep like a baby." Marik raised a frying pan behind his hikari's head.
"I don't feel any tingling. When's it gonna hit me?"
"Right now." Marik slammed the pan down on Malik's head. Not hard enough to kill him... just enough to knock him out for the night.
"..." Malik really was out like a light.
Marik dragged him up to the bed and put a blanket over him, "Well... it seems Bakura was right again."