Target: Horrorworld
Chapter Three
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WHACK!
Taena shot up in bed, her hand flying to her throbbing nose where she had been struck. She glared down at her sleeping sister who was laying spread-eagled across their shared bed.
The blonde princess averted her attention to the bed next to theirs. Mokuba was curled up in the bottom corner of the bed, and Baku was laying sideways across their bed, snoring loudly.
"Oh, yeah, that's right, ladies. Who's your daddy," he mumbled unintelligibly. He kicked out with his leg, knocking Mokuba off the bed.
The ebony-haired Ascenian jumped up, his long hair sticking out in every direction. His violet eyes darted around the room before focusing on Baku. He gritted his teeth and stomped up to the top of the bed. Smirking evilly, he powered up a small ball of electricity in his hand and held it up to Baku's hair, singing the ivory locks.
Taena blinked. "Uh, Mokuba?"
The man glanced over at her, obviously not having realized she was also awake. "What?" he demanded defensively, extinguishing the ball of electricity before Baku's entire head was burnt to a crisp. "It serves him right!"
Taena held up her hands, shrugging. "I'm going see if the others are awake. Want to come with?" He nodded, and they exited the bedroom, leaving Ryoko and Baku sleeping obliviously.
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The group of eight sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant, eating their breakfasts. The comfortable atmosphere was, however, ruined by the fanclub sitting at the next table over, gawking at Ryoko. Taena's nose was swolen. Baku's long hair was blackened and burned at the tips. Mokuba had a sore butt. The children were not happy campers.
Bakura stabbed his fork into one of his miniature sausages and threw it over his shoulder. It smacked one of the fanclub members in the eye. "Woops."
"Daddy!" Ryoko exclaimed, embarrassed. She glanced back at the table where her fanclub was. "Don't hurt my fans!"
"It was an accident," he replied. He stuffed a sausage into his mouth. "I meant to hit them with the fork, not the sausage."
"I feel sick," Malik complained, rubbing his stomach. "I think it was that spaghetti from last night."
Careen reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of medicine. She opened it up and handed two pills to the man next to her. "Here, take these. They'll make your stomach feel better." Malik popped them into his mouth and swallowed. Careen smiled, "Unfortunately, they'll also make your testicles fall off."
Malik immediately started hacking away, beating at his chest and trying to cough the pills back up.
"I'm just kidding," Careen told him. At her lover's relieved expression, she said, "They won't make your stomach feel better." Malik started coughing again, glaring at her smirking features.
"Okay," Anzu cut in, clearing her throat, "what say we head to Magic Kingdom?" Everyone appeared unenthusiastic about the suggestion, and the queen sighed. She tried another tactic. "We can get away from the fanclub..."
Everyone at the table stood immediately.
"Let's go."
"I'm game!"
"Race you to the car!"
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Bakura whimpered and cowered behind Anzu. "It's not too late to haul ass," he whispered in her ear. He whimpered again when an enormous, talking duck walked past the group.
"It's Donald Duck!" Ryoko exclaimed, pointing at him. To Bakura's immense horror, the duck stopped and waved to his daughter.
"I want to meet all of the Disney characters," the oldest princess continued, looking around the Magic Kingdom complex.
"I want to walk around," Baku said, grinning evilly.
"Well, how about we split up into groups then?" Careen suggested. Anzu nodded her agreement.
"Bakura, you can go with Ryoko and meet the Disney characters," Anzu said. Bakura jumped back as if he had been shot, glancing frantically at the rest of the group.
"B-B-But...!"
"Let's go, daddy!" Ryoko smiled widely, dragging her father off.
"I'll go with Baku," Malik offered innocently.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Anzu and Careen said immediately.
"Nonsense," the man said, waving them off. "We'll be just fine."
"All right! This freakin' rocks!" Baku cackled maniacally, darting off in the opposite direction of the group with Malik shortly behind him.
"Guess that leaves us four," Mokuba concluded.
"Well, we got rid of the village idiots," Taena added, facial features flat with her unenthusiasm.
"Taena!" Anzu scolded. The eight-year-old shoved her hands in her pants pockets, shrugging innocently.
"Well, what say we ride something? There's a Space Mountain rollercoaster over there that looks fun," Careen suggested.
"A rollercoaster?" Taena echoed, shifting her gaze in the direction the woman pointed. In the distance loomed a tall mountain which was spiraled with a rollercoaster track.
"Don't worry," Mokuba piped up teasingly. "I'll protect you."
Taena glowered. "I'm not afraid!" She quickly made her way over to the ride and got in line. Within a few minutes, the group of four was seated on the rollercoaster. Mokuba sat with Careen, and Anzu sat with Taena.
The coaster jolted when it started up, causing Mokuba to yelp. Somehow, Careen had talked him into letting them sit in the very front. Careen hooted excitedly as they got going. The coaster bumped up and down as it made the first climb. It teetered over the edge momentarily before the car went plunging down the mountain, spiraling at an extreme rate.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Mokuba screeched, holding onto the railing over the car for dear life. "God help meeeeeee!"
Taena laughed in the seat behind him, holding her arms up in the air. "Don't worry, Mokuba!" she screamed over the sound of the coaster. "I'll protect you!"
Mokuba barely registered her taunt, for he was still screaming in front of the eight-year-old. "I'm gonna dieeeeeeee!"
When the ride was over, Mokuba had thrown himself over the side of the car, crawling towards the exit ramp. "Careen, how could you!" he shrieked as he made a mad dash down the ramp.
Careen, Anzu, and Taena calmly stepped off of the rollercoaster, staring after the man in bafflement. "Does that mean he didn't like it?" Anzu wondered, smiling slightly. The trio walked down the ramp to find Mokuba curled up into a ball on one of the benches, mumbling to himself.
"It bounced off the track, for goodness sake... do they keep medical staff at hand because someone could have a heart attack... that handle bar was hardly secure at all..."
Taena sat down next to her adoptive brother on the bench. "You all right?" Mokuba jumped a foot at her question. She patted him soothingly. "Just wondering because you were screaming like a little girl."
"Taena, be compassionate!" Anzu scolded, yanking her daughter off of the bench. She sat down next to her adoptive son, patting his head as if he were a toddler.
"It will be all right, dear. We'll go on a movie ride where it doesn't go fast and there aren't any drops." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Now, get up because people are looking at you as if you're a mental asylum escapee." Anzu stood up.
"Let's see," the queen continued, looking around. "We're in 'Tomorrowland' right now. How about we head over there to 'Liberty Square' and we can go on the Haunted Mansion ride?"
The other three members of the group followed Anzu's gaze. Past the entrance to the 'Liberty Square' part of Magic Kingdom, a large mansion could be seen. Taena scoffed.
"Fine with me. Not like it'll be scary anyway."
"A scary ride?" Mokuba whimpered, eyeing the mansion in distaste.
Careen lifted a brow. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun!"
"That's what you said about the rollercoaster ride, and I bloody near had a stroke!"
The three women stared at him impatiently, and he sighed. "Oh, fine."
The Haunted Mansion ride proved to be a rather fancy tour through the mansion of some dead guy, or so the group gathered. Ghost-like figures waltzed to a haunting tune in the ballroom, and ghosts flew over head the car.
"This doesn't even look real. What a joke!" Taena muttered cynically. "It's not even scary at all--"
A ghost appeared in the seat across from the group, and an ear-piercing scream tore from Taena's throat. Mokuba jumped up from his seat, ripping off his inhibitor ring. He flung out his hand, releasing a ball of electricity at the ghost. The electricity went straight through the holographic ghost. It rebounded off the front of the car and zipped towards the back of the ride, close to the ceiling. A peculiar crackling sound could be heard before the entire ride went dark, and the car stopped moving.
"I think you killed it," Careen groaned. In the dark, Mokuba's blushing face could barely be seen.
"I... I'm really sorry. It was instinct!"
Suddenly, the overhead lights flickered on, and the ride was bathed in brightness. Holographic projectors could be seen hanging from the ceiling and also underneath a glass floor.
"You there!" a man shouted. "What did you do?" The group turned their heads from their places inside the car to see an older man storming up to them, a vein in his forehead visibly throbbing.
"Well, I... you see, I... that is to say..." Mokuba stuttered embarrassedly.
"He electrocuted the ghost," Taena said flatly.
"I did it to protect you!" Mokuba defended gallantly.
"Good God, she wasn't in danger!" the man yelled angrily. Mokuba glared at him, his aura beginning to crackle around him. The man stepped back in fear.
Mokuba stood in his seat, towering over the man. "I must protect my little sister from all that which is evil and non-furry. You do not understand that! Do you know what you are? You are Satan's spawn. May the Ascenian demons devour your tainted soul and feed your flesh to their human-hungry minions." When Mokuba pressed his forefingers together and started chanting in the Ascenian language, Taena quickly tugged him back down into the seat.
The man just stared. "Um... okay," he finally said. "Anyway, you are banned from this park!"
"No, don't do that!" Anzu pleaded. "We'll pay for the ride!"
The man scoffed at her. "You can't pay for this. Do you know how expensive it will be?"
"But, I'm a queen!" Anzu added desperately. Careen nodded vigorously. The man raised an eyebrow, but did not seem to believe them.
"I repeat, you are banned!"
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Meanwhile, Malik and Baku were having their own fun over in 'Fantasyland.'
"Another one's coming!" Malik whispered as he peeked around a corner, his back flat against a building's side wall. Baku nodded enthusiastically, also pressed up against the wall.
As two little children, a boy and girl about seven years old, walked past the building Baku and Malik were hiding behind, the young prince jumped out in front of them.
"Mickey Mouse!" the little girl squealed, waving up at Baku in the Mickey Mouse costume he had stolen from the original Mickey Mouse employee.
"That's right, kids!" Baku replied ecstatically. The little Earthling boy raised a brow.
"Aren't you short for Mickey?" he wondered cynically.
Baku crouched down in front of the boy. "No, giraffe-boy." The boy 'hmphed,' crossing his pudgy arms over his chest.
Still hidden by the wall, Malik bent down and picked up a pebble, placing it in Baku's slingshot. He leaned out from behind the wall just enough to take aim, and let loose the pebble at Baku's big Mickey Mouse head.
Playing along with the prank, Baku dramatically flew off his feet at the impact, landing flat on his back, screaming bloody murder.
"Mickey!" the little girl screamed, running over to him and throwing herself on top of him, shaking him. "Bobby, Mickey is hurt!"
The little boy, Bobby, jogged over to his sister and the fallen Mickey Mouse. "Hey, dude, are you okay?"
"Little girl," Baku coughed, taking her hand into his shaking one. "I must leave you now." He coughed again, wheezing fakely. "I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Tell Minnie I won't be coming home for dinner. Tell Donald I didn't really make out with Daisy." He hiccuped, shaking a bit. "Good-bye..."
"Noo, Mickey!" the girl screamed hysterically. Bobby sniffled a bit.
Suddenly, Baku jumped up, laughing maniacally at his and Malik's prank. The girl gasped in shock; her joy that Mickey would live was evident on her face. The boy, however, kicked Baku in the shin, calling him a naughty name, before dragging his sister off.
"Ow," Baku complained, limping back over to Malik who was laughing hysterically. "I don't want to be Mickey anymore if I'm going to get kicked!" He pulled the head of the costume off and set it down on the ground. He shrugged out of the rest of the costume, also setting it down.
"I've got an idea," Malik started. "Let's go over there to 'Adventureland.' I saw this little kid come out of one of the rides with a souvenir sword!" The man's eyes sparkled with child-like excitement.
"Oh, I'm so going to kick your butt, Uncle Malik." Baku grinned and ran across the park to 'Adventureland.' The pair got in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, waiting impatiently.
Once they were finally inside the ride, they jumped out of the car and ran up to the pirate statues which were moving across the floor, pillaging and plundering a fake village.
"Aw, man, they're fake!" Baku whined, examining the sword he had pulled out of one of the pirates' hands.
"Of course, they are!" Malik replied in a 'duh' tone. He also retrieved a sword from another pirate. "On guard, ye scallywag!"
The two began to swordfight while the statue pirates continued to destroy the village around them. Malik stabbed out with his plastic sword, flipping backward when Baku dodged it and swung downward with his own sword.
"You fight like my sister!" Baku taunted, slicing up with his sword.
"I've fought your sister; that's a compliment!" Malik retorted with a pirate's accent, dodging the slice.
"They look so real, mommy!"
Malik and Baku paused in their swordplay and glanced over at the car which was moving slowly through the ride.
"That's because we are real!" Malik responded, insulted. He marched over to the car.
"Uncle Malik!" Baku yelled.
Malik walked alongside the car and reached out, touching the girl's arm. "See?"
The little girl shrieked, leaning into her mother. "Pervert!" the woman screamed, hitting Malik in the face with her purse. "Child-molestor!"
The Tevinelivian stumbled backwards, holding his throbbing nose. "Like I would molest that ugly kid," he muttered angrily.
"Hey, you! What the hell are you doing in here!"
Malik and Baku jerked their hands over towards the voice. An angry-looking man was standing nearby an emergency exit door with two policemen behind him.
"This is the part where we run like hell," Malik told Baku. The eleven-year-old nodded fiercely before dropping the plastic sword and running off down the ride; Malik was only inches behind him.
"Stop!" the man yelled, close behind them.
Baku leapt over the railing of the fake pirate ship and jumped up towards the top, swinging off of the power cord of a holographic projector. Malik followed in his footsteps, and they both landed on top of the look-out deck.
"What do we do?" Baku wondered, looking around wildly. Malik surveryed their surroundings quickly before spotting another door which was elevated from some stairs and was at the same height as they were. The blond leaned over the railing of the look-out deck and grabbed another power cord from a holographic projector, pulling it to him. He stood up on the deck and swung on it over to the door. When Malik pushed the power cord back over to him, Baku did the same.
"You won't get away that easy!" one of the policemen yelled angrily.
"You think that was easy?" Baku demanded incredulously as Malik pulled him out the door.
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Bakura and Ryoko were in 'Fantasyland' where the princess was torturing her father by forcing him to meet Disney characters. However, he was more agitated by the fact that Ryoko's fanclub was following them around like the lovesick children that they were.
"Get the hell away from my daughter, you obsessed brats!" Bakura snarled, rounding on them.
"We love Princess Ryoko though!" one of the fanclub members countered in dismay. Bakura straightened his back and crossed his arms over his chest.
"If you date my daughter, you date me."
The male fanclub members looked absolutely petrified at that little bit of information, but most of the female members were unaffected.
"Daddy!" Ryoko exclaimed, blushing with embarrassment.
"Okay," Bakura conceded. "I'll lay out the dating rules for you Seto Kaiba-wannabe-stalkers." The fanclub members tilted their heads in confusion, not understanding the connection. Bakura glared harshly at them all.
"If you're older than sixteen, I'll kill you. If you're a member of a 'band,' I'll kill you. If you are poor, I'll kill you. If you don't have any Bakurian blood, I'll kill you. And finally, if you have a penis, I'll kill you."
Ryoko covered her beet-red face with her hands. Her fanclub members blinked, but seemed otherwise unaffected by her father's tyrade. She thanked every deity that came to mind. She peeked through her fingers when she saw a Disney character walk by.
"Tarzan!" she squealed, following after the shirtless hunk, pulling her father with her. "Wait up, you sexy ape-man!"
"Ryoko!" Bakura cried, not wanting to meet anymore Disney characters, especially not one with a muscle-rippling, bronzed chest and loincloth as his only form of coverage.
Five minutes later, Bakura was banging his head against a building wall, mumbling inaudibly to himself. Ryoko had forced him to take her picture while Tarzan was holding her in his arms, bridal-style. Bakura had nearly crushed the camera under his grip, cursing at Tarzan in the Bakurian language. The actor stared at him warily, willing him to hurry up and take the damned picture.
Bakura looked up from the wall, his forehead red and bruised. He turned around, prepared to tell Ryoko that he could not guarantee he wouldn't behead the next Disney character they met.
"Ryoko?"
The Bakurian king looked around frantically. He was alone. Ryoko had run off. The fact that her fanclub was nowhere to be found only added more proof that she was gone.
I'll make sure that Tarzan manslut has no reason to wear a loincloth ever again...
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Next chapter, the gang ends their trip to Magic Kingdom. Stay tuned!