Dreams of power

Chapter 11:

Over the next couple of weeks, things were going pretty smoothly. Yugi and Yami were still trapped with Marik and Malik. And whenever they switched hotels, Yugi and Yami were transported to another closet. Still wrapped in crisp white sheets. Which, by the way, were no longer crisp or white.

It was now September. Marik just couldn't get in front of John Kerry in the polls. It seemed that there just wasn't enough girls in America to over rule the forty year olds that wanted Kerry in office. Marik was starting to get annoyed, he and Malik tried desperately to find out something about their competetion to give them an advantage. But John Kerry had nothing to hide, not a thing was wrong with him. (Besides his face.)

Soon, Kaiba had informed them that a special debate was coming up. It would be broadcasted worldwide. A debate with Marik and Malik against John and his running mate, whose name is also John.

"Darn it!" Marik slammed his fist on the table, "Is there nothing that is wrong with that guy?!"

Malik was sitting next to him, "Who? Kerry? I don't know."

"Well, how are we supposed to beat him?"

"Maybe WE should just do better."

"We can't. Let's see..." he thought for a second, "What haven't we done already to find out about Kerry?"

"We've done it all! What else is there?"

"He's in Washington D.C this weekend isn't he?"

"Uh...yeah. Until tomorrow morning. Why?"

"We can follow him around! Yeah, that's it! We're sure to catch him in the act this way."

"What act?! Maybe he doesn't do anything wrong. Maybe he's just a decent, honest, ugly man who wants to do some good in the world."

"You are such a negativity spreader."

"..."

"Come on, Malik. We've got some spying to do."

"Oh joy."

The next thing Malik knew, he and his yami were dressed in 'men in black' outfits...sunglasses and all.

Malik was yanking on his tie, "Marik, are these really necessary?"

"Of course. You want to blend in, don't you?"

"Well, yeah. But who wears these in the middle of the day?"

"Reporters. That's what we're going to be. So we can get close to John Kerry, see he is opening the new mall today and that's where were going."

"Oh, okay."

In a while they had their limo take them over to the soon to be open mall. When they arrived, they got out and wove their way through the huddled crowd, all the way to where John Kerry was.

Kerry was standing next to the doors of the mall with a pair of really big, golden scissors in hand. "...And so, without further ado... I am officially opening the Washington D.C Sunset mall." And with that he cut the red ribbon and the doors opened.

Everyone rushed inside ready for shopping, except Marik and Malik. Instead, they followed him to his limo and snuck into the trunk. The driver started the limo and they were on their way to who knows where.

"Marik! Why are we in the trunk?!"

"Shh! Be silent! We don't want him to hear us."

"Why can't we ride up front?"

"Ugh... because then he would see us. The point of this whole thing is to be sneaky about it."

"Well." Malik moved around, "Could you at least move your elbow?"

"Oh...sorry."

After twenty more minutes of speed bumps, misplaced elbows, and nausea they arrived at... wherever they were. The limo stopped and the driver walked to the back to get something out of the trunk. He wasn't expecting to see Marik and Malik scrunched up in the back.

"Hey! What are you two doing back here?"

"Uh..." Marik looked around, "We're just enjoying the scenery."

"I don't buy that for one second."

"Fine, then. We'll leave." Marik grabbed Malik's hand and exited the vehicle.

They looked around for a bit then caught sight of John Kerry once again; he was walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. It looked like he was a normal person, except for the fact that he had on a business suit and a button that said 'Whitehouse or bust'.

"Come on!" Marik grabbed his hikari's hand and hid behind a bush. He took out a pair of binoculars, and a camera.

Kerry had stopped at the cross walk and turned to face an elderly man. Marik or Malik couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but just then Kerry grabbed the man from behind the neck and roughly swung him around.

"I can't believe it!" Marik gasped, "He's robbing that old man!" He snapped a picture.

Kerry soon let him go, the senior citizen turned around and spat out his dentures. "Oh... thank you, young man. I was chokin' on my teeth."

"No problem, sir." And with that he walked away.

Malik gave Marik smirk, "Oh yeah, Marik... he should be locked up for that."

"Don't worry. We'll catch him."

Marik and Malik followed John yet again to wherever he was off to. About a moment later Kerry went into a park, and the two Egyptian spies followed.

John was going past a bench when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a little girl. He walked over to her and took her hand, heading back towards the entrance gate to the park.

"Oh my Ra." Marik said, "He's a child abductor!" he flashed yet another picture.

Malik looked at him, "This may not be what you think."

"Of course it is! Watch..."

Just then a woman came up to John Kerry and the little girl, "Oh, Cindy!" she ran up to the girl and threw her arms around her daughter's small waist.

"Mommy!"

The lady looked up, "Thank you, sir. For finding Cindy for me."

"All in a day's work." He smiled then was on his way.

Malik looked at his guilt stricken yami, "Child abductor, eh?"

"So what? I bet if that lady hadn't shown up, he would have taken her."

"Whatever."

Marik ignored him and looked back up at John Kerry, now exiting the park, "Come on, Malik. He's on the move."

Malik followed Marik, who was currently following John. His footsteps led him and his stalkers to a dance studio. John walked inside without hesitation, but Marik and Malik were still standing outside the building.

"What are we waiting for, Malik?"

"Uh... nothing. I just don't know why he's in here."

"Well, we'll never know if we don't go in."

Marik nodded and they went inside the large building. Once they were in the lobby Malik sat on a chair to rest his feet. "Marik, I don't think he's in here."

"We saw him come in, he must be here." He leaned on a door and in opened, "Huh?"

"Ooh, look. Dancers." Malik stood up.

Marik and his hikari stuck their heads in the room, only to see about 20 dancers moving around and copying the moves of the man dressed in spandex at the front of the room. He was tall, with gray hair, and his face resembled a foot. It was then that Marik realized it was John Kerry up there, doing splits.

"Oh my Ra. Malik, do you know who that is?"

"Bob Hope?"

"No! It's John Kerry."

"No way, really?"

"Yeah, look at him. Hurry, take a picture."

Malik flashed the camera a couple times and then they left the studio. Once they were outside Marik whipped out his cell phone and dialed Kaiba's cell.

"This is Kaiba."

"Hey, Kaiba. Guess what?"

"What?"

"Me and Malik just scored some pictures of John Kerry. They'll be really sweet once we touch them up."

Malik tugged on his yami's sleeve, "What do mean touch up?"

"Shh!" he turned his attention back to Kaiba, "So, can you send a limo to pick us up?"

"Can do. It'll be there shortly."

"Thanks." He hung up. "Now, what was it you were saying Malik?"

"What do you mean by 'touch up', Marik?"

He grinned, "Oh, you'll see."