The Haunted Pyramid
"Oh great. Just great. It was a perfect summer till Isis broke the ice with her stupid ideas. Now we have to travel back to Egypt, and work there in some pyramid or what. FlEsH AnD BoNeZ, I swear you will pay! Always getting us into stupid situations…"
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO. Hn.
FAB: Well, I'm trying to update another chapter right now…Hope someone will point out why this story is so bad in a review.
The Haunted Pyramid – Chapter 2 – Passport Please?
If you were an ant on Chiaki's carpet, you could certainly find a very unpleasant end when she threw her suitcase from the top of the closet down on the rag. She sighed lightly to herself, jumping from the chair she stood on. She knelt beside her suitcase, opening it and getting out some old stuff (An electroshock, broken torch and a piece of 100 years old pizza). Sighing to herself again she got onto her feet and approached her closet once again. She opened the doors to glance inside.
Well organized shelves with folded black clothes were the view she met inside the closet. Black was the only visible color in her wardrobe. And there she stood, a little astonished to discover it was absolutely impossible to decide which clothes she needed to take to that weird journey she was about to go on (And she blamed FlEsH AnD BoNeZ for that).
It was really hard to decide among all this blackness, because most of the people can't realize black has its unique shades…13 shades, to be more exact, and Chiaki was helpless when she met such variety. /What should I do now? Malik is not the right person to ask him a thing like this, and Bakura…Well, he is Bakura, and that means the things will turn out into something nasty…I need a phone-aid…/ she thought, when magically a telephone appeared in front of her.
"Right on time," she said, and was greatly startled when it rang. Hesitatingly she picked up the black (Shade number 5) receiver, putting it closer to her ear.
"Good evening, and welcome to metal-phone-aid-super-center. We are here to help you with any problem you confront. We know the answer of any question you have. We can solve any paradox you want…" growled metallic voice inside the receiver.
"Really? Well, I've always wondered when exactly had Seattle died?" asked Chiaki with growing interest.
The other line went silent for a moment. Then the voice said "I guess that's not the real problem you have right now…Am I right?" asked the voice.
"I asked first…" said Chiaki, somehow even disappointed. The voice of the metalist hesitated again "Well I'm not sure…FAB never said anything about this part, I was only told how to instruct you with your cloth-choosing, that's it…So, shall we start?"
Chiaki nodded "Hai,"
"Well, first of all – lesson number one. Black isn't only a color, it has life of its own. In your wardrobe you would find at least one cloth of each shade of black. Make sure you take one from each. The days in Egypt are really hot, yet the nights can be very cold. Keep in mind you would work in chilly caves – so put some long shirts with you. Now few pairs of jeans…And don't forget your underwear. My agent always says I should wear clean underwear in case I get into an accident…" the metalists assured, and since he was a real expert in this aspect, Chiaki did as she was told.
"No go catch some hours of sleep, dear. And don't forget: metal-phone-aid-super-center is always ready to help you solve any problem you confront!" the metalist noted.
Chiaki smiled slyly "Just check when Seattle had died. Thank you."
The metalist growled lightly as he was in the middle of a metal song "No probs, but remember you owe me in the next FIC."
Chiaki put the receiver down and the phone disappeared, melting into the air. She yawned, making her way to the shower, almost stumbling on her packed suitcase /I guess there are some righteous souls in this cold strange world…/
Bakura glanced at his packed-up bags with slight concern. Had he packed everything/Tools, to open the pyramid, some money, in order to bribe random people, his ancient tomb-robber clothes…Yeah, enough./
Ryou came from behind, and said "Bakura, I knew someday you would want to travel abroad. For that case, I kept your passport for you. Here," he said, handing Bakura a little booklet in blue cover.
Bakura looked slightly annoyed "What?" he asked "What is passporot?"
"It's passport, Bakura, and it allows you to pass the borders and enter other states," explained Ryou, trying to make his yami look him in the eyes "Do you understand? You can't travel without it, so don't lose it please. If you are asked to show your passport at the passport-control, then do it immediately. And please don't say anything foolish to the officers, fine?"
Bakura frowned. He hated it when a new term came up and Ryou was treating him as a four years old child. "I see," he said slowly, taking the little booklet and opening it. In the first page he saw a photo of Bakura and some details printed about him.
"What the Hell?" roared Bakura angrily.
"What's wrong?" asked Ryou, startled.
"Why do you have this ridiculous picture of me here?" argued Bakura.
"You have to put it in, so the controllers can identify you," explained Ryou.
"But I had a bad-hair day…"
Ryou made a stupid face, and got away slowly, letting out only "Have fun in Egypt…"
"Wish you could come with me, hikari?" tried Bakura the nerves of the innocent.
Ryou turned around, a very annoyed expression on his face "Only for you to know, FlEsH AnD BoNeZ is writing this. So I don't want to travel with you, because…Well, you know. Now leave me alone…" Ryou said, and went away.
Bakura looked into his passport again, admiring the photo. /My hair doesn't fall this way…And the spikes…I have to killer the photographer…/
"Bakura, how many times do I have to say it? Fasten your seat belt, please," Isis said as she was driving the kids to the airport "And don't try anything stupid. I've found a good, decent job for the three of you. While in Egypt, please behave yourselves, because you are representing Professor Hawkins. Bakura, especially you."
Bakura knew it would be for the best to keep his mouth shut. He stared at the window instead, or to be more exact, at the sun rays that danced among the free bright hair locks of Chiaki, and he'd been thinking how life was unfair. They made it to the airport just in time.
All Isis could remember was their backs getting far away into the terminal, she stood and wove at them, calling them to keep their tickets in a safe place and not forget anything in the plane. Chikai and Malik wove back, yet Bakura never turned around. And when they disappeared into the building, Isis sighed contently.
/…Yeah! Finally they are going to be far enough from my house…And Odion and I are completely alone…Today we eat our dinner in a romantic atmosphere…/
Let's leave Isis alone with her dreams, and go forward to see how our heroes are doing it in the "Departures".
When they've finally reached the check-in, Bakura was already really annoyed and bored. He had never flown on an airplane, and this first time seemed very threatening to him. He would never believe people could really fly to the skies with these things called planes, and even though Malik and Chiaki pointed at them and explained, he didn't seem to give up his suspects.
A young lady met them across the way in her stand, getting to them with a pile of papers and stickers. "Hello," she said "Where are you going?"
"Cairo, Egypt," answered Chiaki with a smile "Our flight is leaving soon."
"May I see your tickets?" asked the young lady. Malik got the tickets out and gave them to the lady. While she was examining them, she eyed the three teenagers with dark little eyes "Are you going alone?" she asked. Malik nodded.
"Now about your luggage. Is it everything you need? Have you packed the bags by yourselves?" she asked.
"What kind of questions are these?" asked Bakura suddenly "Why are you inquiring us? I haven't done anything this time, anything!" Malik and Chiaki pushed him aside laughing nervously "Yes, we packed everything by ourselves…"
In the background, Bakura was still arguing with the air "And they say this huge metallic thing can fly…Like Hell I believe them!…All because of Isis…All because of the stupid kitchen!...I don't wanna go! They are always getting on my nerves and never letting me alone…"
Malik and Chiaki tried to do their best to silence Bakura, but it seemed that his flight-fright was getting right into his shortening nerves.
"Has someone given you something to deliver? Letters? Packages?"
"And now I have to answer on stupid questions. Oh Isis, I wish you burn in Hell…"
"No, no, everything here is ours…"
"These bags are for the luggage, right?" asked the lady.
"Yes they are," Malik and Chiaki pointed at the right bags.
"And not to mention that stupid volunteering job! How in the name of Ra am I supposed to make this through? I'm never doing anything for free! I'm…"
"Let's go already, psycho-boy," said Chiaki and dragged Bakura under the doubtful looks of the security woman. "If you don't stop acting this way, they will be very suspicious and cause problems," she whispered threateningly "So please stop behaving this way. You have nothing to worry about. Just make your stupid face each time they talk to you, and we will do the rest…On second thoughts, you don't have to make a stupid face. You already have one,"
"What was that?" roared Bakura "I'm not stupid!"
During the luggage transparency another problem had awakened. The security man discovered bunch of metallic objects in Bakura's bags. He had to unpack and explain the function of each one of them, and you go explain about tomb-robbing to modern innocent people. It took about twenty five minutes and some of Chiaki's prettiest smiles to convince the security these items were for their work. Bakura was allowed to pack his bag again, which he did by shoving all the things roughly into it, gritting his teeth while doing so, scaring some of the security men.
Bakura was frowning awfully when Malik and Chiaki sent their luggage and paced into the passport-control. When he finally got to the cabin, he met wide-constructed lady with a rough expression.
"Passport, please?" She demanded, her voice low and deep.
Bakura was staring with his mouth wide-opened at the aesthetical-challenging woman in front of him. She was staring back with impatience.
"Young boy, I don't have here all day. Get your passport, or else…" Bakura gulped, getting the little booklet. The woman eyed him critically for some time, making him want to shrink to the size of a grasshopper. Finally she gave him the passport back and signaled him to go. Needless to say that Bakura ran like the entire Hell was chasing him. He caught into Chiaki, and refused to let go.
"What is it?" she asked, trying to get Bakura off her. He mumbled something unintelligible. Malik sent a friendly first towards Bakura's jaw, but Chiaki reached him first. Bakura was thrown on the floor, dragging the attention of the innocent citizens in the airport.
Important results: Bakura got into formatted-state, and was really silent till they got into the Duty Free. There, his thief senses were back in power, till he got two painful hits from two sides: one of the hits was Malik's new mascara right in the eye while the other was stream of extremely stinking perfume right in the face. Bakura was drugged completely and couldn't steal anything. Chiaki was very interested in the new perfume.
They had to drag Bakura into the plane. The stewards stared at them with suspicious eyes. Unfortunately, Bakura's seat was near the window. While Malik held the thief's arms, Chiaki fastened the seat belt on him, and finally it was safe to let him alone. He couldn't understand how to open his belt, and though he was protesting out loud, they pretended, playing complete strangers to him. Malik couldn't hear a thing from the security-explanation because of Bakura's wailing. When the engines started Bakura tried to hide under the seat.
/I don't like this…/ thought our poor Bakura /I don't like this at all…I don't wanna fly! I prefer to stay on solid ground…/ suddenly, strange sensation overtook him. it was like something deep inside his stomach was pushing him up into the orbit, stirring every little muscle in him, his ears rang when the ground beneath was getting farther away…The buildings were no bigger than little cubes, and the cars were little ants on the flat plain below…He was silent for a moment, feeling the sheer delight of the first man who had flown to the skies up above…But it was Bakura, so the next minute he was screaming:
"Yeah! I'm flying! I'm flying! I can fly! Look, I can touch the clouds!"
Chiaki leant closer to him, closer enough to splash her new perfume in his face. Bakura's head tilted to the side, and his eyes went wide and surprised. When he finally got back to his senses, the movie had already started.
With half of his meal lying in front of him, Bakura was admiring the photo in his passport. If only he had had a pencil, that surely could have been a masterpiece. He just hated that damned photo!
Looking outside the window to the clouds that were hovering among the outsides there, he wished he could touch one of them, only to check how it felt.
"Why can't I reach the clouds?" he asked Chiaki, and she snorted "Because you just can't Bakura, don't start your stupid stunts now, fine?" and she went back to the movie. Bakura frowned.
/Wait a sec, I'm a tomb-robber. There's no one in the world to tell me what to do! I only need to open this window, and the clouds are mine! Ha! Pharaoh! I'll steal your clouds!.../
Bakura examined the window meticulously. There was no visible way to open it from the inside. Then he had to use some special equipment. Bakura reached down his seat to his bag, and he took out an instrument for breaking heavy boulders that were blocking his way into ancient Egyptian tombs. Sending a quick glance toward Chiaki and Malik, who were both busy watching the movie, he prepared for the accurate hit.
Raging wind blew everything away through one broken window. The oxygen masks fell right above their heads, startling Malik. Things were sucked outside the shattered window like there was a huge vacuum cleaner planted into the sky. And Bakura's passport was one of them.
He saw it in a slow motion.
The little booklet with his loathed photo floating away from him. The words Ryou said came back into his mind
"Don't lose it…"
"N-N-NOOO-OOO-OOO!" Bakura screamed as he dived to catch the rebellious thing…
The next moment he was stuck in the window's frame, half of his body inside the plane, and half outside. Malik and Chiaki admired this scene in amazement.
"Well, let's just let him to stay like this for some time…" suggest Malik, and they returned their attention to the movie.
And in the grey silk of the clouds, far up in the sky, where it was cold and suffocating, Bakura was faintly looking ahead, into the nothingness. In his left, clutched tightly, was a little annoying blue covered booklet.
FAB: That was really…Bad, right? Stupid me…
Ja-ne!