Chappie-ter numero diez-y-nueve: Taxi!

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"So, one of us has to hail a taxi to get us back to our hotel," Yusuke said.

"Yeah." Sakura answered.

"So…" Yusuke trailed off.

"So...?" Kurama replied.

"So… quit it with the "so's" already!" Hiei yelled, taking out his katana and cutting a no parking sign in half for good measure.

"So, I think that seriously reduced our chances of getting a taxi," Kurama said.

"So, if you know so much, why don't you go hail a taxi," Sakura said. Kurama shuddered. It was all on his shoulders now. He slowly began to walk towards the curb. Everyone watched, silent and anticipating.

"While we're young!" Sakura yelled. Kurama turned back towards the road. He fell to his knees and began bowing. "Taxiiiii…" he mumbled.

"NOT LITERALLY YOU MORON!" Yusuke said. Everyone sweatdropped.

"Okay, Kurama, just raise one hand and yell, 'Taxi!' " Sakura advised. Kurama stood up and, raising a hand, yelled, "Taxi!" A car, driving by, hit a pocket of water in the curb, which splashed all over him.

"I don't think this is working," Yusuke said.

"You think?" Hiei retorted.

"Okay, guys, we may have to walk back to our hotel," Sakura said sadly. They began to walk in, what Sakura said was the right direction.

"How do you know this is the way to Times Square?" Yusuke asked suspiciously.

"I have a magic nose. I can smell neon from a mile away," Sakura said proudly.

"Uh...do you think we should tell her that most of the ads in Times Square are made from billboards and scrolling marquis, not neon?" Kurama whispered to Hiei. Hiei shook his head.

When they were about to lose all hope, a small taxi stopped by the side of the road. "Do ya need a ride, mon?" The Driver asked with a heavy Jamaican accent.

"Sure, uh...mon," Sakura answered. "Let's get in." They all magically were able to fit inside of the tiny taxi: Kurama in front, and Sakura, Yusuke, and Hiei in the back.

"Where to, mon?" The taxi driver asked.

"The Marriott Marquis in Times Square, please," Kurama said politely.

"Sure thing mon," the driver took off, drove for a block, turned the corner, and screeched to a halt.

"Here we are, mon," The Driver said, pulling the car to a stop. "4 dollars and fifty cents. Have a nice day."

Kurama paid the driver and got out, as did everyone else. "We…are such dorks," Sakura said.

"Yeah…let's definitely never tell anyone this happened," Yusuke agreed.

"So, now that we're here, what do we do now?" Kurama asked, looking around.

"We...shop! Look at all of the vendors!" Sakura glanced around excitedly. "Go buy yourselves a watch or two. I'll be at the bag lady's table." Sakura took off, picking up each bag and examining it meticulously.

"Would you like to buy the bag, missy?" The vendor asked, and her voice had a heavy Jamaican accent as well.

'What is up with the increase in the Jamaican population in NYC (Mon)?' Sakura thought.

"How about the bag, then? Twenty-five dollars is a good price for a bag like that." The store vendor nodded and smiled.

"Heh. Like anyone would pay over seven for that junk pouch," Sakura said. "Now this bag is a beauty." She looked inside the bag she was holding, a red-white-black-and-yellow-striped shoulder bag.

"For that bag, twenty dollars would be a bargain," the vendor said, this time looking around nervously.

"Oh yeah, the cops are charging up the street as we speak. That's why I'm taking such great care in the search for a perfect bag. Who knows, the cops might confiscate all of your bags, and then I'd be out of luck."

"Sure, sure missy. The bag? Only twenty dollars."

"TWENTY DOLLARS!" Sakura shrieked, causing the vendor to jump back, as well as pause all conversation at that block. "That price makes this bag look even worse than the first one I saw!"

"Fine, just hurry up," the vendor said. "Alright. I'll give you fifteen dollars for either bag."

"Deal!" Sakura took the first bag, paid the vendor, and walked down the street, whistling as she went.

"So, guys, what did you get?" She asked as they all met up in front of the hotel.

"I got this really cool T-shirt, for only ten bucks," Yusuke said, holding up an 'I love NY' shirt.

"I bought a nice painting," Kurama said, shifting the painting from one hand to the other.

"And you, Hiei?"

"What's the use, he probably didn't buy anything-" Yusuke started, but stopped when Hiei thrust his arm out and pulled up his sweatshirt sleeve. Fossil watches were clasped all up his arm.

"Whoa, Hiei, how'd you pull that off?" Sakura asked, impressed.

"I didn't haggle, I simply took them when the vendor wasn't looking," Hiei answered.

"Alright, so let's go back to our rooms for awhile," Sakura suggested.

"Sure," Yusuke agreed. They had gotten an elevator and were riding up to their floor when a thought hit Yusuke. 'Whoa, a thought just hit me,' he thought. "Hey, guys, whatever happened to Kuwabara?"

(What happened to Kuwabara)

Our poor unfortunate Kuwabara had glimpsed the coffee shop right outside the hotel, and was currently gorging on donuts. After staggering to the elevator, and joined by a small child, they started to rise... until the kid thought it would be fun to press all of the buttons of the elevator.

(Later that afternoon)

"Ya know what?" Yusuke said as the four of them (sans our unconsious Kuwabara) were watching Indiana Jones in Sakura's room.

"What?" Kurama asked.

"I'm bored," Yusuke said.

"So…what do you want to do?" Sakura asked.

"I dunno. It just seems like we've done everything," Yusuke said.

"Except...THROW A PILLOW FIGHT!" Sakura yelled like a banshee and jumped on the bed Yusuke was lounging in and threw a pillow at him. He responded by hitting her with his shoe, which caused her to retaliate with a towel... until the pillow was ruined, the towel had shoe marks, and the shoe...was fine.

"Good job," Kurama said sarcastically. "They're going to make us pay for that, you know."

"So we do what all good guys do," Sakura said triumphantly.

"We pay up?" Kurama suggested.

"No, we skip out! Yusuke, you said you wanted some adventure. Let's go to the place where there's tons of it…in California!"

"Yeah, great idea!" Yusuke said. "But how are we going to get all the way out there? It would cost a ton."

"Oh Hiei...?" Sakura said sweetly. "Would you mind giving me enough money to buy five first-class tickets to Los Angeles?"

"…Fine" He mumbled.

"Hooray! Now pack, and Yusuke, please pack Kuwabara's stuff for him, and we'll be on our way!"

Aftermath

They found Kuwabara in the elevator as they came down (it had just gotten up), the kid turned out to be Bart Simpson (don't own it), and they hailed a taxi (gasp!) to LaGuardia airport.

Stay tuned for our heroes' biggest challenge yet... NAVIGATING THE AIRPORT which is only topped by GETTING THROUGH SECURITY which is beaten by ACTUALLY GETTING ACROSS THE COUNTRY! Will they make it? Will their flight be hit by a tornado and they'll end up in Nebraska?

Time Will Tell,

Sakura I'm-sorry-for-such-a-long-delay-and-messed-up-chapter-and-I'm-sure-the-next-one-will-be-better- Takanouchi