Title: Project from Hell: Ch. 11

Author: FairyFae

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Seto + Yami, Bakura + Malik, Jou + Yugi

Spoilers: none.

Warnings: swearing, Sexual Reference, Violence

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is Kazuki Takahashi's. I make no proceeds from writing this fanwork. Oh well.

Summary: Disney chaos in general.

Status: 11/13

"Why do people keep staring at my legs damn it?" Seto shouted at no one in particular before grouching, "They're not that white." Seto's angry outburst not only made the staring faces glance quickly away, but it also startled the three people standing in the adjacent line. Worst of all, it triggered the screaming of at least one baby, possibly more. It was honestly hard to tell among the ruckus created by the masses of humanity crammed into a too-small space. "Great. Just great."

Yami glared at his lover before hissing, "Control yourself and yes, they are that white. You may have great legs but the color practically glows in the dark." Yami smirked at his disgruntled Koi before whispering enticingly into Seto's ear, "That makes them perfect in bed. I think of them as runway lights. I follow them in the dark and when I'm ready to land, I always end up happy with my positioning."

Seto blushed from head to toe, which served to increase his awareness of the stifling heat. Surrounded by masses of children and their overprotective parents, it was not a good time to think like that. He had already had more than his fill of educating children on 'matters deserving a high rating.' "It's your fault that I'm wearing shorts. I don't see why I couldn't stick to my trench coat. It's not like I could have gotten any hotter than I am now."

"Indeed." Yami smirked and Seto blushed more.

Deciding to be merciful, Yami gave him a level stare before turning to face the head of the line. Personally, Seto didn't even know why they were enduring this torture other than Joey's stupid request to 'Be just like everyone else.' Idiot! You make lots of money so you don't have to be like everyone else. Bored with the proceedings…or not proceedings if you were talking about how quickly the line was moving…Seto examined his surroundings only to be stopped dead by the sight of the approaching trio…or rather he was stopped dead by the sight of one member of the approaching trio.

"Bakura." Seto's teeth ground as he tore cruelly into each syllable of the name. The asshole was wearing a trench coat! He, Seto Kaiba was reduced to wearing shorts and a bloody stripped oxford shirt while that blasted smug-looking thief was wearing a trench coat; a long, burgundy snakeskin trench coat over ripped jeans, combat boots and a whitey. Seto glared. He'd bet his company that the bastard was dressed like that just to taunt him. Seto had the misfortune of bumping into Bakura as he left his room in the hotel. The white-haired monkey knew what Seto had been coerced into wearing. The stupid thief could have chosen keep to his usually ugly attire, but no! Bakura went back to his room and changed into something similar to Seto's own stylish look. Jerk.

"Good morning Yami, Seto…doggie boy." Bakura waved casually.

Seto growled as Joey bounced around oblivious to the insult. Bakura had the audacity to sound chipper. What was up with that? There was no way Bakura wanted to be here any more than he did. Seto turned to vent again only to see the incredulous look on Yami's face. Yami's posture was defensive for some reason, probably because the thief actually used his name. Seto was about to puke. He looked like and Bakura sounded like someone from 'Leave it to Beaver.' The world was obviously coming to an end.

"Good morning Bakura, Malik. Where's my aibou?" Yami asked cautiously.

Bakura smiled, ACTUALLY SMILED, before responding. Seto shuddered. "Your timid little look-a-like," Malik snickered and Yami's brow rose in confusion, "is on his way. He's in the bathroom. He's having a little trouble with his costume."

"Costume?" Joey's frantic and meaningless movements came to a stop. "Costume! I want a costume!" Joey started to yank on the bottom hem of Seto's shorts, pulling them down an inch at a time until the elastic waistband on Seto's boxers was visible to everyone within viewing distance. Irritated, Seto swatted at the bouncing imbecile. He wondered if permanent brain damage sustained by your child would deduct from the final grade on this project from hell. He was betting that he could convince everyone that Joey had always been this moronic. In a sing-song voice, Joey repeated, "I want a costume, I want a costume."

Seto was about ready to pull his hair out and the day had just started. He shouted. "Shut up mutt. You already have a costume. You wear it everyday, dog. You look like a dog! You act like a dog! You are a dog! Just bark and we'll tell everyone you're Pluto!"

Yami looked at his lover. "Pluto? Why Pluto and not Goofy?"

Seto smirked. "Simple. Pluto can't talk."

Shaking his head in exasperation, Yami turned to face Bakura. "Aren't you hot in that? It's leather, right?"

Smirking, Bakura swung open his jacket like a stripper in Central Park. Alarmed, a woman who had been looking hastily covered her son's eyes only to sigh in relief moments later. The pants were buttoned and the shirt covered him completely. Inside the lining of the jacket were numerous ice packs, each situated to deliver a soothing, chilling balm.

"Bastard." Seto mumbled loud enough to have the woman moving her hands from her son's eyes to his ears. Frustrated with his mother, the boy yanked sharply away, inadvertently careening across the distance separating him from Bakura. Upon impact, one ice pack was jarred loose revealing three watches, an expensive looking necklace, five wallets and numerous other paraphernalia, all of which mysteriously clung to the jacket's inner lining. Calmly, Bakura bent down and retrieved the fallen ice pack, securing it once more over the top of his bounty.

Crouching down in front of the little boy he asked in a creepily nice voice, "Hey little boy. What's your name?"

The boy worried his lip between teeth stained red by some sugary treat. "Billy."

"Well Billy, I love children. I just built an orphanage. My name is Bakura Deville. Perhaps you know my sister Cruella. She's into furs, but me…I like skins." Bakura leaned down into the child's face, gently patting the boy's cheek. "You have beautiful, velvety dark skin like so many children in my orphanage. It would make a lovely jacket don't you think." Leaning back, Bakura looked contemplative. "Or maybe not…maybe you would make a better pair of boots. I need something cushy to walk on you know. Wouldn't want to hurt my arch."

The boy's eyes widened in panic before he turned on his heel and ran into the park screaming, "He's gonna skin me and make a coat! He's gonna skin me!" The woman shot after her son and the line became one person shorter.

Malik turned to Bakura and scolded, drawing Seto's, Joey's, and Yami's attention to him and the odd attire he was wearing. "You promised. You promised that you would pay for this trip with your own money."

Bakura tipped Malik's chin back, fingers being slightly abraded by the fake beard that adorned the other's face, "So I did. And I haven't broken that promise. The money paying for the trip is my own. I just happen to be working during our vacation to replenish it is all. After all honey, its my responsibility to provide for you isn't it?"

Yami was about to comment on Malik's odd outfit when Seto interrupted him. "See! Its perfectly normal for people to work on vacation."

Yami leveled 'the look' at Seto again. "Do you recognize that you just used Bakura as a standard for normality? Have you really sunk that low?"

Seto humphed.

In the commotion, the five bishies failed to notice the slow, laborious approach of a green and brown blob until it bumped unceremoniously into the back of Bakura's legs. "Ahhh…there you are Yugi. Can't progress with today's workload without that lovely hollow hump of yours. After all, my jacket will only contain so much. Geez I love how careless people are with their belongings when they are on vacation. We should go on vacation more often."

Seto felt gratified now that he found the reason for Bakura's good mood and Yami felt horrified at his aibou's outfit.

"Dad." Yugi whined at Bakura, "Why did I have to be the Hunchback of Notre Dame?"

"It's your mother's fault. She just had to be Phoebus." Bakura gestured making exaggerated quotation marks in the air, "the Sun God. Therefore, you have to be one of the characters from the movie, The Hunchback of Notre Dame…just think Yugi…we made you the star."

Malik snickered again, earning him a glare from Yami. "I guess that means that I'm Yugi's mother and your father huh Yami?"

Seto embraced Yami as the Sennen Eye started to glow. "Not here Yami. You can't do that here. You'll cause a riot. Let me use my name to get us into the park without any further delay."

Finally. It took forever for them to get into this blasted hellhole even with Seto's reputation. If it weren't for the loot he was raking in just by being here, he would have already started adding to his body count one annoying tourist at a time. As it was, the addition of Seto, Yami, and Joey to his already bothersome entourage was about to break his thread fine patience. Sure, cutting into line where the others had been standing allowed him to pass the annoyance of infinite waiting just to gain the dubious privilege of paying to get into hell, but, it was time to lose the losers. Bakura smirked evilly. Luckily, he had come prepared for just such an eventuality. Slyly, Bakura fingered the vial in his pocket. It was one of his more treasured possessions, one that was sure to cause enough of a commotion to allow him to slip by everyone. He just needed to wait for the proper opportunity.

"Malik. You want something to drink? I need a bottle of water."

Malik looked surprised but pleased at the unexpected offer from the usually aloof and unpleasant thief. Maybe the other was starting to make…friends with him. "Sure honey. Get me a fruit juice."

Yugi piped up in a small voice, "Me too. Could you get me a slushy in one of the giant Mickey Mouse cups?"

"Sure. Why not?" That floored everyone standing in the vicinity that knew Bakura. "Oh knock it off you idiots. If he died of dehydration, I would never hear the end of it. Jerkoffs!" Everyone returned to what they were doing as Bakura gave them the collective finger and walked to the vendor. All was right with the world.

Bakura brooded. He would have to be more careful or someone would become suspicious. For his plan to work, he needed some kind of liquid. The powerful aphrodisiac in his pocket worked best if inhaled and it only vaporized when it came into contact with water.

After buying the drinks, Bakura returned to his group only to see the perfect opportunity approach. What better way to get Seto's blood boiling than to have a fruitcake in tights drooling over his boyfriend? Bakura watched as the chick draped in an unflattering blue dress that made her hips look huge and a man in the gayest outfit he had ever seen approached Joey who was currently bouncing around Yami's feet. He heard some vague nonsense about Prince Charming and Cindy fella, but he ignored it in sight of his goal. Nonchalantly, Bakura flicked a small trace of shadow magic at the 'Prince' causing him to faint from 'heat stroke.' Always the helpful servant, Bakura slipped a tiny drop of the potion from the vial into the bottle of water before approaching the spot where Yami was trying to help Princey boy. The water bubbled as gas started to boil out of the lid.

"What the hell is wrong with that fool?" Bakura asked while kicking his pawn in the side.

Yami glared at him. "Whatever it is, kicking him is not going to fix it. It's probably heat stroke or something of like that. He feels kinda hot."

Seto growled when Yami felt the other's forehead and Bakura leered inwardly. Perfect. Brusquely, Bakura dumped the water over the prince's head causing him to sputter and shot into a sitting position. Bakura watched as the prince blinked, blinked again, and then launched himself bodily onto Yami.

Yami fell gracelessly onto his back as the prince started dry humping the pharaoh through their clothing. Bakura quickly backed away, barely containing his laughter at the struggling pharaoh and the furious priest.

"What the HELL!" Seto stormed over, yanking the faux prince off of his lover by the ridiculous looking collar the other wore.

Malik shouted, "I agree…I'm much better looking than him. Why hump him in public when you can hump me?"

Seto shook the man as if he were a terrier and the prince were a rat before tossing the prince away. Stumbling with the force of Seto's throw, the prince vaulted across the walkway straight into the jovial figure of Goofy. Both figures fell under the impact in a tangle of limbs, fluffy ones and scantily clad ones. Goofy's head was dislodged during the fall causing several children to scream in fright. Still in the grips of the potion, the prince turned to Goofy and started to hump the decapitated dog's leg. Joey screamed, collapsed to the floor and started to rock back and forth.

"Goofy and Prince charming are going to have a baby. No babies. Tell them to stop. No babies."

"I agree mutt. That would be an unholy union. We wouldn't want another child like you…a dog in a human's body."

Joey started to cry and Yami rushed over to knock him on the back of the head. "Now don't start that again.

"But Mommy…Daddy doesn't love me." Joey's voice had gained the high-pitched nasal quality of a five-year old in a temper.

Yami gave Joey another knock on the head for good measure before turning to view the… disturbingly graphic scene in front of them. The Prince currently had Goofy pinned and was humping the dog's behind, tail wagging in time to the Prince's movements. Meanwhile, with arms reaching out of the gapping hole at the top of the decapitated costume, somebody inside struggled to either rise to his/her feet or escape the costume altogether. Parents were captivated by the spectacle, like witnesses to a car crash; Cinderella had fainted and was currently lying on the floor. Yami found himself unwilling to help the woman. Look what had happened the last time he helped one of those characters.

Children stared wide-eyed and slack jawed, the occasional small voice venturing to ask a parent what Prince Charming was doing to Goofy's corpse. One asked if Mickey was going to bury Goofy in the back yard like they had Spot. Another asked if the thing coming out of Goofy was an alien like on Aliens.

Geez, the things parents let their children watch now-a-days. Yami decided that they needed to disassociate themselves from this matter and quickly. Yami was about to force Seto and Joey to move from their current location when Goofy's remaining intact body finally gained its footing and started running screaming through the park, Prince Charming's legs clinging tenaciously and hips continually pumping against the giant walking plushy. Occasionally, a scream or curse could be heard in the distance.

Yami pondered what had happened. What could have caused such an incident? He could find only one answer. Bakura. Looking around he spotted Malik. "Where is he?"

Not questioning whom the pharaoh meant Malik looked around too. "I don't know." Bakura had slipped away from them all in the commotion. "But when I find out he is going to be in so much trouble."

"What have you been doing?" Malik leveled an angry gaze on Bakura who did not have the grace to look the least bit repentant. "Because of you, I had to repay Yami and Seto by taking Joey off their hands as well as Yugi." Bakura spared a brief glance for the panting figure of Yugi, the young boy's body bent into odd shapes by the heat and exhaustion, both of which were magnified by the costume before turning to the more interesting spectacle of Joey. He knew then that, although he would probably get an F on this school project from hell created by that spawn of Satan, K, his F would be a higher grade than Seto and Yami's F. Joey was currently sitting his haunches at the end of a leash, his eyes blank and his tongue lolling out in a doggy grin.

Tentatively, Bakura asked, "Joey?" The figure barked and lifted a leg to scratch behind one ear. It looked like the blond was fated to be the first casualty suffered in this project from hell. Bakura was sure that there would be others. No matter. He had other matters to discuss with Malik.

Again with the flasher routine, Bakura replied, "Look what I found." Throwing open his jacket, he displayed his new stash.

"Holy shit!" Malik proclaimed, "Are those explosives?"

"Yup." Bakura grinned insanely. "It's the mother load. This is what I call a vacation."

"Where the hell did you find those?" Malik asked, still not quite believing his eyes.

"Oh, they had them stashed in some room that said 'Off Limits! Fireworks!' That sparked my curiosity so I broke in and found this. Hurry! I need Yugi's hump to stash some of the really impressive stuff and then we can start the real party."

"All right," Malik answered before narrowing his eyes at the other, "but after this, you are so going to pay for what you've made me endure by being gone for the last hour."

"Fine, fine." Bakura waved his hand negligently at the other. "We'll do whatever you want after I stash some of this stuff. Just hurry up."

"But Daddyyyyy," Yugi whined only to be hushed by Malik. "Don't worry baby. After this Mommy is going to extract a little of her own out of Daddy's hide. Just cooperate for now."

Yugi looked curious but complied. Painfully, he bent down to retrieve Joey's leash before follow his makeshift parents.

"I can't believe you talked me into doing this," Yami grumbled in between passionate kisses. Pouting, he continued, "It's not like Disney is really any competition for Kaiba Land in Japan."

"True." Kaiba lifted Yami up onto the desk. "But it never hurts to find a little leverage on your competitors." After Seto ditched Joey with Malik, he had proceeded to hunt down Prince Charming and knock some bloody sense into him. When the insufferable bastard had finally come around, he had forced the other to take him to the main offices that were on park property. There, he had systematically broken into their records and…. ta da, he found a little tax fraud, a little money laundering, and more. Kaiba Land's competition was about to leave the country, and god that made him horny.

Voraciously, Seto latched onto Yami's neck, pressing the other back against the desk. "Don't complain so much love. You know the party tonight will be thrown in your honor."

Yami's eyes lit up. "Really?" He groaned as Seto hit the hot spot behind his ear.

Mouth full, Seto replied, "Mmmm hmmm."

Abruptly, the door burst open and two enormous plushies entered, one duck and one mouse. Behind the two costumed individuals stood a man in a three-piece suit. "What do you think you are doing in my office?"

Without even looking up Seto mumbled, "Exactly what it looks like we're doing. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out you money launderer."

Seto spared a moment to nail the man with a predatory look before returning to his writhing meal.

The man, too stupid to be cowed by Seto's deliberately dropped warning, ordered, "What are you two waiting for. Get them!" Mickey and Donald proceeded to pick up some form of blunt object before approaching the two occupied youths. "You didn't think that I would be involved in criminal activities without hiring a few thugs did you? These two are ex-military and they now consider you the enemy."

Yami pushed Seto off of him and gave Mr. Three-piece an unbelieving look. "You have thugs that dress up as Mickey and Donald. You have got to be kidding me!" At that moment, Mickey started to swing a chair down on Seto. Angered, Yami held out a hand, the Sennen eye appearing on his forehead. "Mind Crush!" Mickey fell to the floor in a wriggling mess. Not one to stay idle, Seto kicked Donald in Gonads Land causing his downy enemy to collapse to his knees.

Arrogant as always, Seto pulled Yami back into him while looking at Mr. Three-piece suit. "You're finished asshole. My suggestion is that you take what you can liquidate easily and disappear to the Bahamas now. If you want me to give you until tomorrow to escape, you'll arrange for me and my honey to ride in our own float in the parade. Make it big. Make it a dragon. That's all. Now get out."

"All right. So what's this revenge you have planned Malik. Let's just get it over with." Bakura didn't even sound put out despite the blindfold he had been coerced into wearing. Today was turning out to be much more fun than he had anticipated. First, his incredible take in the parking lot, second Yami being molested in front of Seto and at least fifty innocent children, and finding more explosives in one place than he had since he raided the U.S. Military base in Washington D.C. during one of his stateside visits. What could possibly ruin this?

"Don't worry. You'll find out in a moment. Step up."

Bakura complied and felt the ground sway under his feet. He was on some sort of boat. He started to get an uneasy feeling as a low melody started to reach his ears. What the hell was that and why was his stomach churning? No longer amused, Bakura ripped the blindfold from his eyes and stared at the garnish display before him. How many obscenely bright colors could you paint the opening to a tunnel? Cautiously, he read out loud the title of the ride. "It's A Small World?"

Eyes widening to European proportions, Bakura growled, "Oh no you don't."

Insistent, Malik attached himself to Bakura and fell into the boat. "Oh yes Bakura. If I have to endure the hell of two children, you have to endure the hell of 'It's a Small World.' The boat began to set off and Malik made to leave but Bakura clung to him.

"I am not going insane alone."

"Going. Try you're a permanent resident in insanity." Malik groaned. He had missed leaving the ride. Fortunately, he brought earplugs.

"Ummm…Mom, Dad," Yugi broke in casually while stroking Joey's fur…hair…the hair on Joey's head. Yugi winced. "It can't be that bad."

Bakura, who had turned to look at Yugi seated behind him, returned his gaze to Malik. "You were going to send me to hell and STILL leave me with THEM. What the hell were you thinking?"

Malik just got into Bakura's face, "I was thinking…"

Bakura snorted.

"…that I would do to you what you did to me. And yes!" Malik rapped Bakura upside the head before resuming his search for the earplugs. "I do think!" Pulling them out of his pocket, he tried to put them in his ears. The noise was coming. Desperate, Bakura made a grab for the earplugs, his efforts resulting in their loss over the side of the boat.

"You idiot! Look at what you've done!" Malik yelled but it was too late. Bakura had already succumbed to the music now surrounding them. The once proud thief was rocking back and forth in his seat humming monotonously to himself in a futile attempt to drown out the sound. Without Bakura as a distraction, Malik also could no longer block the hypnotic sound. The world began to warp and bend around him. He felt as if he was in the middle of an awesome acid trip. Small world…small world. The phrase echoed again and again in his head. One automated doll that raised and lowered its hand in greeting altered in Malik's mind. Now it was a demon of lust jerking itself off in front of him in scorn. Another doll that was sweeping its body from side to side, something sweet clutched in its hand, turned into a vicious murderer clutching a knife. Everyone was spinning, bodies twirling in a lewd dance of lust and death. One by one, the innocent spectacle was warped in Malik's mind into a ghastly display and the blond boy, the one that had fought so desperately to become a good person, felt his alternate persona again arise and take form. Whispers began to flood his ears once more. Whispers that tempted, that lured Malik into repeating past sins.

Yes…yes, his mind purred. It was a small world and he was Phoebus, God of the Sun. All beings must bow to him…even the pharaoh. Yugi shuddered and looked on in fear as a sinister laugh from the past resurrected itself in front of him. Frantically, trying to not draw attention to him, Yugi jumped ship, pulling Joey after him. Quietly he urged, "Come on Joey. I have a bad feeling that things are about to get really awful." Struggling through the water, Yugi reached one display only to see Malik…no Marik jump out of the boat also, dragging the practically catatonic Bakura with him.

People started and yelled objections at the rocking of the boat and children commented and begged their parents to also, 'take a swim.' Marik laughed and began to speak. "I am your ruler! I rule you all!" Crawling onto one of the displays, "Come thief! Look at me and serve me once more! Help me tame this world to my command and you can have all the power you desire!"

The word power seemed to bring Bakura to his senses.

Marik released another sinister laugh. "These are my enemies. The current inhabitants of the Small World! Destroy them all!"

Bakura, eyes insane, released a manic giggle. "Yes! I will! I will destroy them all!" Bakura withdrew the sword at Marik's hip, one that Yugi noted was not the fake the other had claimed it was, and jumped onto the next passing boat. Laughing manically, Bakura hacked at the floating object so violently that it stopped dead on its underwater track. Men, women and children screamed as the vehicle was jostled and mangled by the attacking fanatic. "Kill! Kill them all!"

Children were screaming and crying as another boat slammed into the back of the first creating the beginnings of a traffic jam. Bakura was launched from his perch, his body plunging into the shallow water. The vial slipped out of his pocket as he fell, unnoticed by anyone as it broke against the side of the boat, its contents emptying into the water bellow.

Completely out of control, Bakura launched himself back out of the water, droplets flying in every direction. One child screamed, "It's him! It's Cruella's evil brother. He's going to skin us alive!"

The cacophony became even louder as men tried to approach Bakura. Maddened by the music that was still playing, Bakura jumped up onto one of the displays and started hacking off animatronic limbs, tossing the severed body parts at passengers. Boats were soon filled with the passed out forms of women and children buried under the disembodied carcasses of various dolls. The waterway was crowed with heads, arms, and legs, all in grotesque testament to Bakura's brutality. And during the massacre, a mist was gently rolling up to fill the empty spaces in the room. One drop of Bakura's aphrodisiac was enough to send a man crazy with lust but the whole bottle…the whole bottle was enough to put a whole city to waste with the same disease.

Without warning, the men stopped trying to attack Bakura and started attacking each other or one of the women crowding the boat. The children looked on in shock as their parents, aunts, uncles, and older siblings started to rip each other's clothing off in an unrecognized display of primal lust. In one boat, two men and a woman were busy sucking each other off in some odd display of flexibility while in another two once straight men were exploring their boundaries. Everywhere one looked were the violent, lust-filled, and traumatized people of 'It's a Small World.'

Joey whimpered and started to rock back and forth, periodically mumbling oddly disturbed phrases. At least he was speaking and not just barking. Yugi hastily struggled out of his hump and emptied it of its contents. Everything around them looked like a cross between Animal Kingdom during mating season and WWII trench warfare. Desperately, Yugi clung to his mumbling friend before lowering the hump over them both, protecting them from the mist and the sights of that which surrounded them. Unfortunately, it did not block out the wet noises of passionate sex, the ripping noises of desperate violence, and the whimpering noises of confused desperation and disillusionment.

The mist finally reached the higher places where Bakura and Marik were standing, causing the two to stare at each other in unadulterated lust. Yugi could not block out the sound of Marik's voice despite the noise as it uttered the phrase that threatened to destroy the remnants of his own sanity. "Come thief. It is time for you to serve me in another capacity."

Yami smirked, amused at the antics of the people lining the streets. He was always amazed at the things that people would accept in stride. At that moment, a person they all probably didn't know and the CEO of one of Disney's major competitors were riding a giant dragon float, each seated in a separate throne, waving lazily at the masses. The appearance of such an odd pair did not seem to put a hitch in anyone's enjoyment of the parade however.

"Are you happy, love?"

Yami smiled at the individual seated beside him. How could he not be happy? His Koi had arranged for him to be adored by hundreds of park goers. It vaguely reminded his subjects' enthusiasm when seeing him thousands of years ago. Despite the rocky start to the day, Yami was now having fun. Not to mention, for the first time in what seemed like forever, they were Joey-free. Yami was fully intending to take advantage of that in the hotel this evening.

Eyes aglow, he answered, "How about I show you how incredible happy I am when this parade is over."

Seto returned a wicked look, leaning slightly towards Yami's perch, "I think I'm looking forward to that."

Yami was about to reply when chaos erupted in the midst of the crowd. A huge explosion sent people running like swarming ants in the rain. Pained by the noise, Yami's hands flew to cover his ears. What the HELL!

"What the HELL?" Seto stood only to stride to the edge of the float, "What is going on."

As if in response to his question, a macabre float pushed its way into the parade, its passage drawing screams from children and adults alike. The site stymied Seto and Yami, their shock helping them to tune out the ruckus created by the panicky crowd. Now on a collision course with the dragon float was an amalgam of disembodied doll parts attached to a car of some sort. The float seemed to wave at the audience as it bumped across the cement, one chubby arm wriggling here and a chubby leg wriggling there. Perhaps the most ridiculous part of the spectacle was the figure of Malik, waving a broken ceramic lollipop as a scepter. On his head sat a crown of broken dolls hair.

Yami rose to his feet and joined Seto as Malik proclaimed, "Pharaoh! I have come to demand your complete surrender. I am now the ruler of this small world and all must bow to me. Bow to me Yami and Seto, for I am your god."

Yami just shook his head, "Have you finally lost your bloody mind."

"Ha! I knew you would say that my mortal enemy."

Seto raised an eyebrow and addressed Yami, "If that is the best you can do for a mortal enemy, we're done."

Yami threw a pissed look at his boyfriend as Mailk continued to rant.

"I'll show you who is bloody! Attack my faithful minion!"

Bakura chuckled with glee as he lit one of the fireworks mounted in various places around the float, only instead of being aimed up; they were aimed towards the float in front of them. Following the policy of 'one is never enough,' Bakura decided to light as many of the fireworks as he could reach before the match burnt his fingers. Yugi out of a green hump, hand tightly cluching a leash, and screamed, "Yami! Seto! Watch out! They have missiles!"

Instantly, Yami and Seto responded, both taking a running leap off of the float and ducking for cover. Moments later, the dragon float exploded in flame and sparks, paper shrapnel flying out to create small fires in trash bins and on scattering, screaming tourists. The color and noise were blinding as bodies dived for cover.

As the pandemonium died down to only include the moaning of the injured and the bemoaning of their relatives, Seto lifted his body off of Yami. Furious, his legs ate up the distance between him and the occupants of the monstrosity that had actually fired on him and Yami. Out for blood, Seto pulled Malik from his perch and proceeded to beat the hell out of the other man. He knew he was yelling but his ears were ringing so loudly that he couldn't hear a single word that was leaving his mouth. He only paused a moment when a white-haired fury plowed into the side of him only to be pulled off moments later by a police officer. Someone must have finally called the authorities. He tried to talk to the officers in a reasonable voice but he must have sounded aggressive. He didn't know. He still couldn't hear. He saw Yami run up and he thought he heard his name. Yami must have told them to check his ID because someone reached into his pocket. Instantly he was released, the officers bowing to him and saying something that was neither heard nor acknowledged by the CEO. Seto was too busy being gratified by the site of Bakura and Malik being carted away by the police. As for Joey and Yugi, they were huddling around a protective Yami. Damn! There went his plans for the evening. Well…at least this was likely to be their last trip to Disney for a while. Thank god!

Ten minutes later, several miles away from the commotion, a truck beeped angrily at a stalled vehicle only to stop in horror when he noticed that the vehicle was a police car. Cautiously, the man exited his truck and approached the cop car. Looking inside, he saw two police officers, passed out cold in the front seats. The back doors were standing wide open and no one was anywhere in the vicinity. Gently shaking the officer in the front seat, he noticed that the pockets were turned out and they were both free of any kind of jewelry, even watches. The man stared in amazement before returning to his efforts to wake the sleeping law enforcement officers. Someone had the balls to steel from the police. Wow.