Target: Horrorworld
Chapter Five
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"Ew! Just... ew!"
"Well, you knock on the bloody door right when we're in the middle of--"
"Don't!"
Baku shuddered again. His parents were wrapped in bedsheets when they answered the door for their children, early the next morning. Malik and Careen had followed shortly after.
"Calm down, dear," Anzu soothed as she stood from the bed, grabbing her robe off of the bathroom door.
"Don't these kids sleep!" Bakura ranted. "And there's so many of them! We're like the damn Brady Bunch! I start out with zero kids, and now I have five!"
"Well, I could have just not told you about Ryoko, then you wouldn't have any kids," Anzu replied coolly.
Bakura gasped. "Oh, hell no, she did not!"
Malik nodded fervently. "Oh, yes, she did!"
Anzu and Careen rolled their eyes. Ryoko waved her hands around excitedly.
"Okay, everyone, I've been working on my singing. Here goes." Ryoko cleared her throat and then belted out an opera-esque ballad, making animated gestures with her arms to add drama to the performance. The other seven people present twitched for a moment or two before Baku finally yelled at his sister to shut up.
"Gah, you sound like an old man who had his throat ripped out! Shut up already!" the eleven-year-old complained, plugging his ears.
"Aw, what's the matter, Baku?" Ryoko taunted. "Jealous that my voice is deeper than yours? Don't worry; some women will like the high-pitch squeak. It reminds them of cute, little rats." She smiled sweetly.
Baku tilted his head thoughtfully and held his hands out as if he were writing on paper. "Dear diary, today I made a funny joke about my brother. I only wish I had friends to tell it to. P.S. Still no breasts."
Ryoko glared at her brother before stomping to the other side of the room to stand next to her stoic sister.
A knock at the door drew everyone's attention to it. "Room service!" could be heard from out in the hall.
Ryoko glanced at her mother who moved to answer the door. "Why are we eating in here?"
"Because we hate your fanclub," Baku responded automatically, examining his nails. Ryoko just pouted and crossed her arms.
"Okay, children, let's stop bickering and eat our breakfast before it gets cold," Anzu recommended, laying the dishes out on the small desk in Bakura and Anzu's room.
Baku snorted. "I saw we roast Ryoko and keep her in the fridge; we can munch on her until we go home."
The oldest princess slammed down her fork and turned to her father, exasperated. "Daddy!"
"Shut up, Baku," the king said, not looking up from his breakfast.
The royal family ate breakfast silently from then on before they headed out to the limo and over to the Disney Animal Kingdom theme park. As they climbed out of the car, Baku pointed at the restaurant which was accessible both outside and inside the park.
"Let's eat there for lunch!"
Anzu glared at her son for his morbid sense of humor. "Okay, children, remember that we could be arrested if we get within ten feet of the Rainforest Cafe." The queen steered the children away from the restaurant.
After the family was stopped just inside the park, they glanced around, wondering what to do first.
"What shall we do?" Anzu asked everyone.
"I'm going with Uncle Malik again," Baku spoke up immediately. Anzu grabbed her son by the back of the shirt, and Careen grabbed Malik by the back of his. The women glanced at each other briefly.
"Not bloody likely."
"You suck, mom!" Baku complained.
"Yeah, yeah," Anzu replied carelessly. "Go tell someone who gives a crap." Bakura smirked, nodding his agreement.
"Okay," Careen started, letting go of her lover. "If we're going to split up, let's decide groups, so we can get going."
"Ooo, pretty birdies," Ryoko cooed, staring up at the sky where an assortment of wild birds flew overhead. Everyone glanced up to see what she was in awe of.
Unfortunately, a particularly pretty red bird chose that moment to relieve himself. Bakura was not pleased when the huge bird droppings smacked him in the shoulder. He glanced over at his shoulder, a confused expression on his face. Finally, once realization dawned on him, his pale complexion turned beet-red.
"...What the fuck!"
The rest of the royal family plugged their ears as the king stomped around the entrance, curses streaming from his mouth in several languages. People stopped to stare at him, covering their children's ears.
"Mother fucking, son of a..."
The royal family sighed, slapping their foreheads. Anzu pulled out her purse and handed Taena a few Earth dollars. "Sweetie, go buy your father a new shirt."
The eight-year-old nodded and entered a souvenir shop a few feet away. Bakura didn't seem to notice his family members staring at him embarrassedly, or if he did, he did not care.
"Piece of shit, cotton-pickin'..."
A few minutes later, Taena emerged from the shop with a black t-shirt in hand. Courageously, she walked up to her ranting father and handed him the shirt. Without thinking twice, he tore off his current, shitty t-shirt and threw it on the ground. After stomping on it a few times, he snatched the new shirt and yanked it on.
"If that winged spawn of Satan comes back, I'm going to kill it and eat it!" the Bakurian king vowed furiously.
"Okay, honey, you show it who's boss," Anzu cooed, patting her husband on the back.
"Oh. My. God."
Bakura turned his head to look at Baku who was gawking at him. "What's your problem?" he snapped testily. He noticed that Taena and Ryoko were struggling to contain their laughter. He half-turned towards Malik and Careen. As soon as they saw him look their way, they burst into laughter.
"What the hell is your problem!" Bakura yelled at nobody in particular.
"I'm so glad you love Disney, Bakura," Anzu told him before she, too, erupted into giggles.
After a few moments of utter confusion, Bakura glanced down at himself. He did a double-take. Then he screamed bloody murder.
"Who bought me this fucking shirt!" he shrieked, pointing at it frantically. His family members were too busy laughing their asses off to answer. The king screeched again, staring down in horror at his new shirt. In big, yellow print, it read, 'I LOVE DISNEY.'
Bakura flung a hand to his forehead dramatically. "I'm feeling faint."
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Five minutes later found the royal family split into three groups and going their separate ways. Malik and Careen had left on their own, much to Baku's chagrin. He had attempted to cry to be able to go with his 'uncle' and wreak havoc; however, only Ryoko could cry at will, and Baku ended up giggling and snorting instead. He had then attempted to go with Mokuba. While Anzu trusted Mokuba not to get into trouble, she didn't trust Baku not to run off on his own. So, Baku was going with Bakura and Anzu. That left Mokuba, Ryoko, and Taena together. Bakura had entrusted Mokuba with the ever-serious task of destroying any and all fanclub members who did not keep their distance.
"Burn every inch of skin off their measly, little bodies," Bakura had told him. Mokuba had gulped and laughed nervously.
Now, Mokuba, Ryoko, and Taena were standing in 'Asia' in front of a terrifyingly tall rollercoaster called Expedition Everest. Mokuba had never heard of nor seen the Mountain Everest it was named after, but he sure as hell didn't want to see it. The rollercoaster was tall enough as it is. He gulped.
"What about if I just sit here on this bench and look pretty," Mokuba suggested lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Or you could look like a screaming maniac on the rollercoaster," Taena countered with a shrug.
Ryoko tugged the twenty-year-old up the entrance ramp to wait in the line. He wailed, "Ryoooookooooo, nooooo!"
The Ascenian continued to complain until the three were seated on the rollercoaster. Ryoko forced Mokuba to ride in the front car with her. He was shrieking like a baby.
"Oh, suck it up!" Ryoko snapped, whacking him on the shoulder.
Mokuba was gripping the handlebar so tightly that it was starting to smoke from his powers. The ride sprang to life. "Oh, Goddddddddddd!" he moaned.
"Put your arms up!" Taena screamed over the sound of the coaster zipping across the track.
"Not on your life, damnit!" he hollered back, a petrified look on his face.
"Oh, no, the track is broken up ahead!" Ryoko screamed in horror. Mokuba whipped his head around, staring forward at the track.
"What! Where, where? Ahhhhhhhh, I'm gonna dieeeeeee!"
Ryoko busted out laughing. "Kidding, kidding!" She laughed harder at the furious expression on Mokuba's face as the car climbed for another drop.
After the trio had gotten off the rollercoaster and was standing at the bottom of the ramp near a tree, Mokuba started to look ill. Right after Ryoko asked him if he was all right, he vomited all over her shirt.
The three stood in silence for a minute with Mokuba and Taena wondering if she would scream at any moment. Finally, Ryoko coughed.
"Wow, this is very disgusting."
With a sigh of relief that she was not going to flip out, Mokuba gripped her arms tightly. "I'm sorry!"
The elder princess smiled, peeling his death-like grip off of her. "It's okay," she assured him. After all, she was the one who had forced him to go on the rollercoaster; she could hardly hold him accountable for his illness afterwards. She glanced around. "I need to buy a new shirt."
Taena laughed slightly. "Maybe you can get one to match dad's." All three laughed at that.
"I thought he was going to massacre the entire park!" Ryoko exclaimed, remembering her father's tyrade. She turned away to enter a souvenir shop and stopped abruptly.
Taena and Mokuba jumped a foot when she burst into tears, her hysterical wails ringing through the park.
"What's wrong!" Mokuba demanded, turning Ryoko around frantically. Bakura would surely kill him if something had happened to her.
The princess merely pointed at a porcupine which was scampering by, crying loudly. "H-He... loo-looked like... Yuuuuuugiiiiiiiii!" she wailed, blowing her nose into her vomit-soiled shirt.
Taena slumped down onto a bench, shaking her head in her hands. "Geez..." The elder princess would not cry when Mokuba had thrown up all over her, but she would cry over seeing a spiky animal walk past her.
"She's got throw-up on her shirt, and she's crying! Take a picture! Take a picture!" one of the fanclub members squealed, appearing from out of nowhere.
Mokuba whirled on the young boy angrily. "Don't you dare take a picture!"
The fanclub boy squeaked like a timid mouse, snapped a photo of Ryoko, and high-tailed it away from the trio. Mokuba took off after him like a rabid dog.
"C'mere, you little bastards!" he yelled, chasing the boy and his small group of friends around the 'Asia' part of Animal Kingdom. He was throwing electricity balls at random. "I'm going to roast you and hang your carcasses from these trees and let the birds peck at you until there's nothing left!"
Taena attempted to comfort her bawling sister while their adoptive brother tried to murder the fanclub.
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In 'Harambe, Africa' stood Bakura, Anzu, and Baku. Anzu was trying to find something fun to do since she knew if she asked her husband, he'd suggest going home. Bakura was fearing the moment Anzu would choose an event to do. Baku was posing for pictures a few girls were taking.
"Make sure you get my left side, ladies. It's my best," he told them, giving them a ravishing smile. He turned to the side. "Should I take off my shirt?" He chuckled demurely, waving a hand at them. "Just kidding, you silly girls."
After a few more minutes, the girls left, and Baku turned towards his parents. They were staring at him impatiently.
"So nice of you to join us," Anzu said with a tap of her foot.
"Actually, it isn't," the prince complained. "If I was with Uncle Malik, we'd be having killer fun!"
Bakura snorted. "If you were with your Uncle Malik, you'd likely be in jail."
"Better than staring at animals," Baku shot back. Anzu gasped angrily.
"Bakura, you watch your mouth, or I'll take away your tele-comm!"
Baku gulped. His full name was now in use. It was time to behave. "Yes, mother."
After a few more minutes of indecision, the trio (or rather, Anzu) decided to go on the Conservation Tour where they could see the more domestic and smaller of animals, and even pet them.
"Aww, it's so cute!" Anzu squealed, squatting down and petting a grey goat which was munching on some grass.
"It's ugly as hell."
Anzu glared up at her husband. "It is not!"
"Here, little goatie-goatie-goatie," Baku murmured, stepping up next to the goat and petting it on the head. "He's so ugly he's cute." The prince laughed as he rubbed the goat's head, but he yelped when the goat whipped its head around and bit him on the hand.
Baku jerked his hand back. "Ugly, little bastard!" He shrieked when the goat turned around completely and gave chase after him, nipping him on the butt several times.
Bakura and Anzu watched in detached amusement as their son ran around the small petting sanctuary with the goat hot on his trail. The king leaned in towards his wife. "Bet you five bucks his pants get pulled down."
Anzu nodded and calmly stepped aside as her son and the goat ran past them, the former screaming in a high-pitched tone, and the latter making a sound which suspiciously resembled a laugh—or what a goat's laugh may sound like, at least. "I'll take that bet."
Baku ran past them again and jumped over the fence. "I'm getting the hell out of here!" His parents could only watch as he took off down the walkway like a bat out of hell.
"Okay," Anzu exclaimed, "time for something else!"
Anzu cheerfully led her brooding husband and son to the Kilimanjaro Safaris tour. When Baku complained that he didn't want to see anymore pitiful animals, his mother assured him the animals on the Kilimanjaro Safaris tour were much larger and fascinating. They were animals such as lions, tigers, leopards, elephants, antelope, and more.
"I can't believe you all didn't try to stop that goat," Baku grumbled. Anzu smiled and patted her son on the top of his head.
"It looked like you were doing just fine running like hell."
"Here's a clue," the prince continued sarcastically, "the next time I'm screaming like Ryoko and running for my life, do something!" He made a disgusted sound and quickened his pace to board the tour car.
"Next time he screams like Ryoko and runs for his life, I'm disowning him," Bakura commented. The queen glanced over at her husband to see his expression was entirely serious. She sighed, exasperated.
"Just get in the bloody car," she mumbled in an irritated fashion.
The tour was peaceful in the beginning, and the king, queen, and prince were enjoying themselves—at least, Baku and Bakura had stopped complaining for the moment.
"I am sorry to say our black leopard is not on exhibit today due to a stomach sickness," the tour guide announced. A few disappointed groans rose up from the visitors in the car.
"Oh, you have to give them cheese because they get gas," Anzu said as if it were common knowledge.
The tour guide shifted his gaze to the Bakurian queen. "I beg your pardon?"
"Mine gets gas a lot, but some cheese fixes her right up."
The tour guide adjusted his glasses. "Your what? ...Black leopard?" At Anzu's nod, he looked a bit surprised, as did most of the other tour passengers. The mousy-haired man continued, "Why do you own a black leopard, if I may ask?"
"It's a long story, but she's our baby. We wouldn't give her up for anything. She thinks she's a person!" Anzu divulged happily. She pulled out her tele-comm. "I'll let you see her!"
Bakura groaned impatiently, but quieted when Anzu gave him 'a look.' The tour guide nodded politely, probably not interested in the fact that Chisara was a black leopard, but not wanting to offend a customer.
"Hello?" came a young girl's voice from the tele-comm. Kaze's face appeared on the screen, a bit sweaty.
"Hello, dear! Do you know where Chisara is, by chance?" Anzu greeted with a wide smile.
Kaze shook her head and shrugged. "Dunno, Queen Anzu." Anzu could see the tele-comm background changing as Kaze walked around the room. She opened the door and yelled out into the hall, "Chisara!"
After a few moments, Kaze re-directed the tele-comm screen to show the large, black panther. "Oh, there's mommy's little foofoowoowoosnugglybear!" Anzu cooed. She pawed her finger at the screen as if it were a baby she was talking to. She handed the tele-comm to the tour guide who took it.
"She is a very good-looking leopard! How old is she?" he asked as he passed the tele-comm around the car for the other passengers to see. Chisara was tempted to leave, but Kaze's strokes behind her ears kept her rooted to the spot.
"Seventeen," Anzu answered proudly.
"She still has ten to fifteen years of life left since she's domesticated!" the tour guide informed her.
"Oh, grand," Bakura replied, staring out disinterestedly at an elephant relieving itself. He yelped when Anzu elbowed him.
"Thank you, sweetie," Anzu said to Kaze. "Here, I'll let you talk to Baku."
Baku took the tele-comm from his mother. He lifted a brow as he stared at it. "Why are you all sweaty?" A horrified look came over his face, and he pointed an accusing finger at her. "You were doing my guard again, weren't you!"
He didn't notice the rest of the passengers now staring at him, some with blushes gracing their cheeks. "I was training, dimwit," Kaze answered, slightly annoyed. Then she smirked. "That particular guard is on duty right now anyway."
"Kazeeeee!" Baku moaned. He flashed his best puppy-dog eyes, and the sixteen-year-old girl cringed. "Don't do my guard! You don't know where he's been!"
"Stop acting like a pansy, Baku," his father reprimanded. "It's obvious she's joking!" The king shook his head at his son's whiny murmurs.
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"This'll be so fun, Malik!" Careen squealed excitedly. She and Malik were in 'Asia,' prepared to ride the Kali River Rapids ride. They were seated in the raft with four other people their age, but Careen was the only one who could hardly sit still.
"You're just as bouncy as Baku," Malik remarked with a small smile. She smiled cheekily at him.
"Shouldn't you put your tele-comm in the compartment there, so it won't get wet?" the blonde vixen asked him, pointing to a box in the middle of the raft.
"Nah, I'd rather hold it," the Tevinelivian replied, waving it off.
She shrugged. Then, the raft started to move forward. The raft surged across the water, around curves, and over hills. The six people in the raft were all nearly soaked even before the first drop. As the raft climbed the hill, Careen clapped her hands in anticipation and pushed her wet, golden locks off of her face.
When the raft teetered over the edge of the drop and then plummeted down, whatever body parts were still dry were now also soaked.
"What's that?" a lady asked, pointing at Malik's pants pocket. He glanced down to see that his pants were sparking.
"I'm on fire." He was silent for a moment. "Shit! I'm on fire!" He tore off the seatbelt and jumped up from his seat on the raft. He yanked off his pants to reveal his heart underwear and threw the pants in the middle of the raft.
As the raft hit a rock, he toppled back over onto Careen who caught him awkwardly. "Get your damn pants back on!" she yelled, pushing her lover off of her.
The two other ladies on the raft were staring at Malik with dazed looks in their eyes, but the two other men started yelling and pointing at Malik's pants. They had caught the rest of the raft on fire.
"Ahhhhh!" the ladies shrieked, undoing their seatbelts and moving away from the fire. The men stomped on the pants and the raft, desperately trying to put out the fire before the raft exploded and they were stranded in the water.
"You idiot!" Careen screeched. "This is all your fault! I told you to put that damn comm in the compartment!"
"Shut up, woman! I hear enough of your bitching already!" Malik shot back heatedly, dancing around on the fire, trying to put it out.
"I hope you fall over the edge!" she screamed back, opening the compartment and throwing her own comm at him. It smacked him in the back of the head. He howled in pain and whirled around to go after Careen.
However, the inferno raft started to make another climb. Within a few seconds, the six un-seatbelted passengers were soaring down the stream, screaming and holding on to each other. When the raft hit the bottom of the plunge, it was engulfed in water. The passengers were relieved to see the fire had extinguished. They slumped back into their seats with a weary sigh as the raft coasted to a stop, the ride ending.
"That was awesome!" one of the young men exclaimed.
"Hell yeah!" the other agreed excitedly. Malik smirked, nodding. He didn't seem to be concerned that his tele-comm had been reduced to a sparking heap of metallic junk.
Three loud smacks could be heard as the women delivered their men hard slaps before they jumped out of the raft and stormed off.
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It took me a while with this update. I was muy busy this week. My chapters are getting longer though. This one is almost 4,000 words. Malik is stupid. XD Ah well. Hopefully, chapter six will be up soon! Be sure to review!