Wish You Were Here

Chapter 11:

The plane had been going for a while. About three and a half hours or so. It was a long ride, because… well, Mexico is a long ways from Domino City. They'd gone through a bit of turbulence and Ryou's phobia of flying had gone to an all-time high. His agitation was spreading to the other passengers.

Presently, Ryou had Malik and Yugi's hands in a death lock of a grip. Their limbs were turning purple.

"Um…" Yugi began, "R-Ryou, could you possibly-"

Ryou squeezed harder on his hand. "We agreed. No talking, it shakes the plane."

Mumbling began from the passengers behind them. They didn't like being silenced by a British teenager with a plane phobia.

When the whispers and talking started up again, Ryou whipped his head around and yelled, "I SAID NO TALKING!"

Everyone quickly quieted down.

Malik looked at Ryou and sighed, "Ryou, listen to me, nothing is going to happen, okay? It's just a plane ride and it'll be over before you know it."

"You said that last hour, and the hour before that, too."

"… Well, it's a long plane ride." He nodded at Yugi, "And his face is turning tie-die now, so you really should release him."

Ryou took in a deep breath and released him. Yugi's color came back and he sighed in relief, "Thank you…!"

He shook his head and apologized, "I-I'm sorry, you guys. You can talk now." All the other passengers took that as a cue and began their conversations once again. "I guess," Ryou continued, "That this whole Bakura-gone-missing thing really has gotten to me."

Yugi nodded, "We know how you feel, Ryou, don't worry. We'll find them. They're fine. We know they're alive and, of course, Ranger Sweet is helping. I know they'll survive as long as they stick together."


In the clearing, a little ways away from the mountain, the three yamis traveled through the bushes. They tried to avoid the things they didn't know much about. Which included… mushrooms, bugs and… well, most of everything.

"Well…" Yami pointed, "At least the mountain is back in sight. Then, maybe we can go find that Ranger. Ra, this is taking longer than I thought it would."

"Yeah, I really thought we'd be there by now. That damn bear is what got us off the trial in the first place." Marik said.

Bakura nodded frantically and did a nervous little dance. "Weegah! Vee…"

Yami and Marik looked back at him and cocked their heads to one side, "Um… Is something the matter, Bakura?"

He nodded again and chocked out, "I just realized that I have to go to the bathroom really badly! Really, really, badly!" Marik snickered.

"O-Oh… um…" Yami looked around them. There was a stray pile of bushes about ten feet away. He pointed over to them, "There ya go."

"W-What do ya think I am? An animal? I don't pee in bushes!"

"Fine then." Marik smirked and folded his arms, "You just go in your pants."

"Grr…" Bakura growled at Marik, then ran over to the bushes to do his business.

In about a minute or so, Bakura complained to Marik and Yami about the lack of toilet paper in the bushes. Yami suggested Bakura use a leaf, and Marik suggested that Bakura use his hand. Bakura chose Yami's suggestion.

Another minute and they were back on the trail. It was quiet and peaceful, as they traveled together but, suddenly, Bakura groaned and furiously began to scratch his private areas.

Yami and Marik looked back at him, "What the hell…?"

"Gah!" He continued to scratch, "It itches so, so bad! Someone make it stop!"

"Bakura, be still! What's wrong with you?" Yami asked, receiving no answer from Bakura. He was still too busy scratching himself like a dog with fleas.

"Heh heh." Marik grinned and elbowed the pharaoh, "Yami, don't you see? That bush that Bakura went in, must've been Poison Ivy. Jeez. Talk about a special kind of luck."

"AaaAAaAaaAAa…!" Bakura continued.

Yami nodded. "Well. It's just karma, then. That's what you get, Bakura, for running away when that bear tried to get us!"

Bakura did nothing but tear off his shirt and jiggle around some more. Yami rolled his eyes and continued walking, assuming that Marik and then Bakura would follow. Yet, they did no such thing.

Marik stayed and laughed at Bakura, who had red blotchy spots all over his waist and hands. Bakura noticed Marik's chuckles and got extremely mad.

"Ishtar, how dare you!"

"What are you mad at me for, Ivy-boy? I'm just enjoying myself. Heh."

"Grr!" He jumped on Marik and they both fell to the ground, punching and kicking each other. Marik squealed at Bakura for him to stop before he started itching as well. This only gave Bakura more reason to press himself against Marik and freak him out.

Their fight grew to where they weren't paying any attention to their surroundings and the cliff that they were right next to. And thus… they fell off and landed into the stream about 150 feet down.

In less than five minutes, Yami came running back to the spot where he'd last seen the other two yamis. Nothing there.

"Marik! Bakura! Where are you?" He called out. No answer from either one of them. Only silence followed.

"This isn't funny, you guys! Please, where are you!" Yami was beginning to panic now. His responsibility, as he called them, was missing. What would happen if he didn't find them soon?

And at the worst possible time… Ring-Ring-Ring!


"Ooh…. guh… hee…" The old man wheezed as he dropped his stick and fell to the floor in exhaustion.

The bear that he had scared off had left him indescribably tired. It's not very common for old men who usually nod off on the couch all day to just fight off a bear.

He sighed and turned around, "Well… now that that's over, all I have to do is find those knuckleheads."

Grandpa started off, yet again, in the direction he thought he saw the boys run off to. But he was going in the opposite direction.

Unknowingly, he carried on towards a back trail in the shadow of the mountain. Cake Mountain, to be exact. There was another way to get around it that not too many people knew about. And that was the way that another man was taking.

Ranger Sweet was less than a mile away from the old man, with his gun in his right hand and his Body Heat Tracker in his left, he was hiking down the trail. He'd already lost more than a few bullets, shooting at branches and squirrels and such.

"Hmm…" He looked at the tracker. It read that something was close by. "Hot damn! It's probably one of those… erm… yumis? Eh, I forget."

The tracker showed it's position and heart rate. Sweet tiptoed behind a tree and looked over his shoulder. He saw what appeared to be some type of large animal, trudging along the forest floor, barely standing. The fur was saggy and unnatural looking.

Sweet gasped and jumped out of the tree's shadow, "Stop right there, you animal! One more step and I'll…" He held up his gun, preparing to fire.

"N-No! Wait, please, stop!" The animal held up it's oddly human hands and took a step backwards, "You don't know… I'm Yugi's grand-"

"Save it!" He waved the gun around and thought, 'Wow. What a weird-looking animal! I've never seen such a ugly beast! Ooh… hey! If I capture this thing, I can sell it on Ebay to scientists! I'll be famous… and then S.W.A.T will surely want the man that captured this on their team! What a great idea!'

"Listen, you've gotta help me! I-"

"…" The Ranger reached in his back pocket and pulled out some tranquilizers.

The old animal saw this, turned and ran for his life. "Oh my gosh! No! Please, don't!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Sweet began to chase after him, swinging his gun around, "S.W.A.T, here I come! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"


As the soft current of the stream ran under the sunlight, two young yamis climbed out of it, panting and gasping for air. When they caught their breath, they looked at each other with malice in their eyes, but were too tired to fight again.

"M-Marik, do you know where in hell we are?" Bakura sighed as he lay down in the grass on the bank of the stream.

"I didn't know where we were ten minutes ago and nothing has changed." He looked around, "Oh Ra, we fell down that cliff, didn't we?"

"Heh. Did you figure that out all by yourself?"

"Gah!" Marik fell backwards and pulled at his hair, "This is not happening! Bakura, this is all your fault! We're probably most lost than we were before."

"What do you mean this is all my fault?"

"You attacked me! Which threw us down here!"

"Well, if you hadn't of laughed at me…!"

Marik cocked his head to one side and starred at Bakura's bare torso. It was still covered in red spots from the Poison Ivy, "… At least you stopped all that scratching."

"Huh?" He looked down and began to itch again, "Marik! Why'd you remind me, you jerk! Augh!"