Living With Maniacs
Ch. 3- Baggage Stickers and a Surprise Suitcase
Well, I was thrilled by the reviews, to say the least. Knowing how much people like my story is the one thing that helps keep my alive among the stress bath that is school. Just keep in mind that by reviewing, you are helping to preserve what little sanity I have left. Yes, that's a good thing cuz if I lose my marbles this story is history. P So thanks so much!
Well, thank our lucky stars, the three maniacs made it safely to the Will Rogers Airport in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Where they met Misty. A description of her? Well, alright. A very brief one. From Bakura.
"Hey, I see Mistaya!" Ryou said, scanning the crowd of people in the waiting area. "Over there!" He pointed.
Bakura followed the direction of his lighter half's finger and squinted. "You mean the blonde-haired green-eyed chic over there? The one jumping up and down and waving like a maniac? The one with the huge-"
"BAKURA!" Ryou berated, knowing what his yami was about to say. "Yes, that's her. Sheesh."
"Hey! Hey ya'll, over here!" Misty called, running up to the trio. "It's great to see ya!" she exclaimed, glomping Ryou.
O. "Can't….breathe…!" Ryou gasped, flailing in Misty's iron grip.
"I've never seen Ryou change that shade of purple before," Bakura observed. "I think I like this girl!" D
Marik drops his suitcase -on Bakura's foot- and spreads his arms for a hug. "What about me?" he asked with a cute little smile.
"Aiiiii! My tooooe!" shrieked Bakura, hopping up and down on one foot. "Owies.."
"What about you?" Misty asked without relinquishing her death grip on Ryou -who looks like this : X-X , his tongue hanging out, his face blue.
Marik faltered for a second, then recovered slightly; "Wu- well uh…m-m-m-my yami's back at home and he's d-deathly ill…"
"You poor thing!" Misty sympathized, letting go of Ryou -who crumples lifelessly to the floor- and glomping Marik. "You must be devastated! Worried half to death! Y- dude, you're bony!"
Bakura hopped along on one foot, still in pain. "Owie owie owie ow-" he tripped over Marik's suitcase- "Waaa-!" -thud- "owie." Ryou, on the other hand is lying on the ground, still unconscious.
"I am not bony!" Marik retorted indignantly.
"Are too," Bakura muttered from his place on the floor. "I've got the bruises on my nuts to prove it…"
Misty snorted derisively at Marik. "Are you kidding me? How much to you weigh, sweetheart?"
Marik straightened proudly. "Forty eight point four kilograms."
O.o "In English bud! Pounds!"
"Huh? Ugh, American units. Uhh.." Marik thought for a moment. "I dunno."
Misty growled violently and whipped a graphing calculator from out of her back pocket, muttering. "Stupid Egyptian bastard…making me do math when I'm not even in school….bloody metric system. THERE! You weigh one hundred and twenty one pounds."
Marik shuddered. "Dear Ra, that sounds unhealthy!"
"Damn straight it is!" Misty cried. "You need to put on some weight! Jeez, I way –bleep-- pounds more than you!"
------censored due to the fact that few women like to reveal their weight. Plus she's based off me and there's no way I'm telling you how much I weigh-------
While Misty ranted about Marik weight, Ryou slowly worked his way back to consciousness. "Mommy?" he mumbled. "Uh, have you seen my sock?" Bakura, in the meantime, sat on the floor wailing "I'm in paaaaain!"
"Anyways, I better take you guys home. Mebbe then I could fatten you up a bit! Lord knows you need it," Misty lectured. "How much do you weigh, Ryou?"
"The doggy ate my sock?" Ryou murmured groggily.
"We weigh forty three point six kilos," Bakura spoke up, still on the floor. -clunk- Misty whacked him upside the head.
"No more MATH!" she screamed. She narrowed her eyes at Bakura. "You put it in kilos on purpose, didn't you…I thought the British used pounds!"
Bakura started whistling. "Maybe."
Misty growled again, then whipped out the calculator.
"Oi. Just so you know," Ryou commented, slightly more conscious, "she just finished taking AP Calculus, and she'll be starting College Level Statistics in the real world on Monday."
"Ok!" Misty hissed. "You two bean poles weigh one hundred and fourteen pounds. That's disgusting, not to mention dangerous. With the high winds we get here in Oklahoma you'll all blow away if you don't eat something soon! Let's go." She leaned over, grabbed Marik's suitcase, yanked, then fell over on Bakura.
"Auuugh!" Bakura panicked. "Getting stabbed agai- no wait! Cushiony!"
Misty got up and shoved Bakura over, then turned to Marik. "Jeez, man, what is IN there?"
Marik sighed. "My toilette."
Bakura got slowly to his feet. "I need a really big Band-Aid…"
Misty stared. o-o "You brought your toilet? Dude, I do have two working toilets at my house. I mean, the one upstairs tends to overflow and leak onto the staircase and the handle on the downstairs one is broken off but-"
"No!" Marik interrupted, rolling his eyes. "My bathroom supplies!"
"I do have personal hygiene products in the bathroom, you know," Misty retorted. "Uh, the downstairs one only, though."
"Can we go now?" Ryou asked pitifully. "I'm getting a migraine." -.-
"Sounds good," Misty agreed, and then in her best Mermaid Man voice; "To the baggage claim, awaaaaaaay!"
Marik grumbled and picked up his suitcase, which protested rather loudly. -squeeaka squeeeeaka thppt- The other wheel popped off. "Radamnit!" Marik growled, stubbornly dragging his wheel-less suitcase, the axles of which now dug two straight lines into the floor as he continued along.
Bakura was just as unhappy. "I swear, by Ra I'll get my revenge," he muttered. He glanced up at a sign, then did a double take. "Huh? Oh. Heh, for a second I thought that sign said 'Get Seto, Go' !" He scratched his head, then returned to his mumblings.
----Standing at the Baggage Claim area a few minutes later----
Misty turned to Marik. "Hey, what do ya'll's suitcases look like?" she inquired sensibly.
"Oh, don't worry," Marik assured her. "I made them easy to recognize."
"Man, this place looks like crap," Bakura complained. -sniffle- "The escalators aren't all working…I wanted to ride them."
Ryou started standing funny. "Where's the loo?" he asked, starting to sweat.
"Ah, here they are!" Marik said enthusiastically, picking out several suitcases covered in stickers.
Misty stared, then read a few stickers. "THE PHAROAH IS GAY…JUST CALL ME MASTER…I FARM THE DESERT?" O.o
"Uh, that last one is Ishizu's…"
"Whatever." Misty helped gather the suitcases off the moving baggage deal. (forgot what it was called..) "Hey, five suitcases for three people, not bad," she commented.
"They're all Marik's," Bakura interjected.
Misty stared at Marik. \I "Eh…where's ya'll's luggage?" she asked, turning to Ryou and Bakura.
"It's gone," Ryou sighed, looking very depressed. "All gone. Ashes to ashes-"
"Burnt to a crisp!" Bakura piped up, looking slightly more cheerful.
"…I won't ask," Misty muttered. "Ok, Marik, since all this useless junk is yours, you carry two suitcases and the rest of us'll each carry one."
"Wha? Useless?" Marik gasped, looking offended. "Not so!" He began pointing to each suitcase in turn. "This one has bathroom supplies, this one has shoes and clothes, this one has more clothes, some jewelry, and my cleverly disguised Millennium Rod -I didn't want it confiscated as a weapon- this one has some random useful every day items, and this one has a surprise we can a share!"
Bakura, who had picked up the 'surprise' suitcase, stared at it and questioned, "Erm, is the surprise supposed to leak?"
"Blast, one of the ice packs must have sprung a leak…"
Everyone stared at Marik, thinking I will NOT accept any surprises from that man…
"Ok, let's get out of here," Marik said, a suitcase in each hand. "What mode of transportation are we taking?" Everybody looked expectantly and Misty, who began sweatdropping.
"Uh…I, erm…well…" -coff- "you see I…"
"Well, how did you get here?" Ryou wanted to know.
"…I hitchhiked," she said quietly.
"Whaat?" Marik cried disbelievingly.
"Shame on you!" Ryou scolded. "That's dangerous!"
"Dude, chill!" Misty said, holding her hands up defensively. "I have my methods of protection and self-defense." She reached down her shirt into her bra, causing the men folk to panic, yell, and promptly cover their eyes (though one or two of them may or may not have peeked through their fingers). Misty rolled her eyes -"Chill!"- and pulled out a miniature bottle of pepper spray. "Tadaa!"
They sighed with relief, then Bakura, seeming interested, inquired, "Did you get to use it yet?"
"Nope," Misty replied. "I've been itching to test it out though." She looked evilly at Bakura.
"Meep! NO!" Bakura protested, hiding behind Ryou. "I've experienced enough pain as it is!"
"Fine," Misty agreed, replacing the pepper spray. "Let's go out to the airport parking lot and see if we can find someone who'll give us a ride to Apache."
Marik thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Never heard of it."
"That's okay, very few Oklahomans have either."
----Moments later, in the airport parking lot----
"Grr, we've been trying to hitchhike for an hour now!" Misty cried exasperatedly, throwing her hand up in the air. "It only took me a few minutes to catch a ride…"
"That's because you've got some huge-" -whack- Ryou hit Bakura upside the head.
"Would you stop saying that?" he growled.
"I haven't said it yet, you hit me before I can finish!" Bakura growled back.
"Shut up, you two," Misty said detachedly, standing on her tip-toes and scanning the parking lot. "I just don't see what the problem is…" Behind her, Marik sat on his leaky suitcase primping his hair, Bakura was grumbling and alternating between rubbing his sore butt, toe, head, and…er, nuts, and Ryou was trying –without success - to scratch his butt very inconspicuously. "Bah, I just don't get it!" sighed Misty.
Bakura finally lost all patience. "Argh! I refuse to wait out in this deathly heat any longer!" he growled. He stomped over to the nearest car, where a young man in a business suit was loading his luggage into the trunk. "You there! We demand you provide us with a ride to Apackbee!"
"It's APACHE! And it's not that hot out here! Dude, it's only like, ninety degrees!"
Marik dug, unnoticed, through one of his own suitcases.
Ryou's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Ninety degrees?" he squeaked. "I'm gonna die.."
Misty flopped down on the sidewalk, head in hands, mumbling. "I forgot. Stupid foreigners. Ninety degrees Fahrenheit!" She sighed. "Cold blooded British albino freak…"
The young man in the business suit looked up at Bakura and patiently responded, "I'm sorry sir, I've never heard of that place. Besides, I've got to be at a board meeting in half an hour, so if you'll excuse me…" He continued stuffing his suitcases in the trunk.
"Aha!" Marik shouted triumphantly, pulling out a long this object wrapped in tinfoil. "My Millennium Rod!" He hugged it.
-.- "Wow. It really was cleverly disguised," she said, then mumbled to herself, "I don't even wanna know how that got past security and baggage check…"
Bakura was still engaged with the task of providing them with a ride. "I'm warning you! Comply or face severe consequences!" he threatened.
The young man sighed and looked up at him. "Look, I'm really sorry sir but I've got to get going. I've got important business to" -CLUNK- Marik bashed the guy upside the head with his Millennium Rod, then gave Bakura a thumbs up. D
"Alright everyone!" Bakura said, yanking the guy's suitcase out of the trunk and tossing it aside. "Get all the luggage loaded, then pile in!" He searched the young man's pockets and pulled out a set of keys. "I've always wanted to drive one of these…"
There you go! Wasn't it fun the second time around? You guys may notice small changes, you may notice major changes. But I am, after all, REwriting it! Oh, and about the 'Get Seto, Go!' sign? When I was in the airport I could've sworn that's what those signs said…I kept doing double takes. So it's true, all true! (they actually said, "Get Set to Go") Well, you know the drill, but for any new readers…if you read it you must review!
