So anyway, sorry the last chapter was kind of short and lacked detail, but I was tired.
Let's try and make up for that, shall we?
A Tale of Two Idiots
Chapter 10:
Outside the night air was crisp and there was not a cloud in the sky. Stars were out, but their brilliance and glow was being temporarily masked by the search lights that were waving all around from the roof of Happy Chicken. Sirens filled the surrounding area and everyone was in a tizzy, looking for the escapees.
Coming out of the hallway door into the large compound was two boys and their inmate friends. They were all crouched down, their knees almost touching the ground as they peeked out of the window at the door. The search lights were going around the ground in circles and, by the announcement they'd heard over the P.A system, they knew they were being looked for.
"Do you think we can outrun those lights and make it to the other side of the wall?" Malik asked, blinking.
"'Course." Hott Dawg answered, "Da hard part will be avoidin the guards on da other side of da wall…"
Marik nodded, "Well, we've gotten this far. We can't stop now, so let's go."
Everyone nodded bravely. Except for Malik who whined and got a smack on the head by his yami who was tired of his bellyaching. Slowly, Ron opened the door and the six men went out on almost all fours, hiding in the shadows of the building. They kept to the wall as close as they could, not wanting to be spotted.
It was not two minutes later when Marik growled, hugging the wall's curve. "This is taking too long! Someone's going to see us, light or no."
"Tch! Well, what? You want us to run across to the other side?" Malik rolled his eyes, still sliding by the wall.
"Exactly."
He blinked, "… You're out of your mind! We'll be shot!"
"Why do you always think of the worst possible things that could happen, huh?"
"Because those things always happen. And if you think anyone's going to listen to your insane plotting, you're even crazier than I thought. Right, guys? … Um, guys?"
When there was no response, Malik turned his head and saw the four convicts running across the lot trying to dodge the lights. Malik's jaw dropped in disbelief as he turned to his yami who was smirking, evilly.
"In your face."
"… Oh, shut up."
Marik smiled and raced off, pushing himself from the wall with a great amount of force and zooming after the men, hopping around, trying not to be spotted. Malik sighed and ran off as well, not really caring if he was seen. In his opinion, they were all as good as dead.
Up in the tower that looked over the compound, the guard that had previously warned Happy Chicken Man about the escape was now in keeping a vigil eye over every movement that went on. He used a joystick to control one of the lights above the compound and went round and round with it, but saw nothing.
"Damn it…" He muttered to himself, squinting.
Suddenly, a flash of blonde hair and tanned skin went quickly through a beam of light from the beacon. He blinked and quickly followed the direction of what he saw. Without much effort, he caught up to a few people all dressed in Happy Chicken clothes, looking like they were running from their life.
"Got 'em!" He grinned, pressing a red button on the control panel. Down, under the tower in the compound, a large automatic door slid up and released something that wasn't used very often…
Back down in the compound Malik halted in his tracks, "…"
Marik noticed this and so did the rest of their escape crew. He turned to his hikari and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"
"I… I thought I heard something…" He whispered back, holding a hand to his ear.
"We're not more than forty yards away from hoping the wall, can't your conspiracies wait until we get out of here?"
Suddenly, before Malik said anything back, a sound rung in Marik's ears. Then the rest of the guys as well. It was soft at first, then got louder; more of a screech than just a yell. Malik began to back up and then broke out into a full out sprint when he saw just what was making that sound. A stampede of large and crazed-looking chickens were coming at full speed towards the boys.
"Oh my gosh!" Malik screamed, hands in the air and waving them around his head as he continued to run in circles, not aware that he wasn't advancing towards the wall, "They're going to attack us!"
"Come here, you nut!" Marik grabbed Malik's wrist and ran with him, towards the wall.
Hott Dawg and the others were panting, trying to get to the wall as fast as possible, "Damn! I didn't know dat dey had live chickens! Dis place be high-tech, yo!"
Although the boys and men were running at top speed due to fear, the chickens were on their heels every step of the way. One jumped on Peeps who screamed and tried to get it off, but the deranged chicken was scratching his eyes out. Boxxbaby turned around with much hesitation and tried to help him, but was attacked by two others.
Hott Dawg turned around, "Ey, yo, man! You okay?"
"That's alright, keep goin!" Ron assured him as he ran back to help out his fallen friends, "I'll help them out!"
Marik and Malik looked at each other for a moment, then when the rest of the blood-thirsty chickens came after them, they made a run for it. Though, leaving their three friends wasn't easy. They could still hear their terrified yells, "Help! It's got my eye! It's got my eye!"
It sounded painful.
They were now at the ramp. The only part of the fortified wall that didn't have any barbed wire protecting it. As they climbed up and were almost to the top, Malik was panting, "I-I can't believe we got here…! I thought we'd surely die!"
"Ha ha! Well, that's what happens when you doubt my awesomeness, Malik. All your hopes and dreams are dashed."
"I wasn't hoping to die!"
"Ah… Yo, fellas?" Hott Dawg cut into their arguing.
"What?"
"I tink we gots a problem…" He pointed down into the other side of the wall and Marik and Malik looked down. Below stood about fifty guards with scowls on their faces and rather large and powerful looking guns all pointed at the three men at the top of the ramp.
Happy Chicken Man was down there with a megaphone in his hand. He smirked, looking up and yelling at the boys, "Heh heh! You thought you could escape? Hate ta break it to you, Marik and Malik… but NOBODY escapes from Happy Chicken!"
"Oh yeah!" Marik shouted, "Well, we happen to be nobodies!"
Malik sweatdropped, "My sentiments, exactly."
The fat man grinned, "So, why don't you just give up? It's better than getting shot, right? Come on down here quietly and we wont shoot!"
Hott Dawg turned to Marik, "I tol ya…"
"No, lemme think for a moment… Ah… I got it!" He grinned, turning back to his prison-clad friend, "Hott Dawg, you've been shot before right?"
"Fo sho. But wha dat gotta do wit-"
"Did it hurt?" Marik inquired.
Malik's eyes widened, "What do you mean? Of course, it hurt-"
"Not too much… Ya gets used ta it."
"Would you be willing to do it, again?"
Hott Dawg thought for a moment and scratched his head, "Ah… I s'pose… Why?"
Marik grinned and whispered something in the man's ear, low, so that his hikari could not hear. After he was done, Hott Dawg gave an impish grin and nodded, "Yo, okay."
"W-What are you guys talking about?" Malik pouted.
"Never you mind, Malik, we've got work to do." Marik began the descent down the ramp along with Hott Dawg and Malik soon followed, not getting what they were doing. Marik called out to Happy Chicken Man, who was tapping his foot impatiently as the boys came down to him, "Alright, Chicken Man! We're coming, you win."
He smirked, "I always do."
They stepped off the ramp and the guards lowered their guns and moved forward to cuff the near-escapees. As they came closer, Marik grabbed his hikari's arm and zoomed off, past the guards, Hott Dawg following but going a bit slower on purpose.
"HEY! Come back here!" Happy Chicken Man shouted in disbelief, "What are you waiting for? Shoot them!"
The guards opened fire and Hott Dawg turned around, leaving Marik and Malik to run away into the desert. The bullets hit only one of their targets and although Hott Dawg was being shot five times out of ten rounds, he could dodge pretty well.
About fifty feet away now, Malik was still being dragged by his yami, "M-Marik! What are we doing! He's getting shot just so we can escape?"
"He agreed to it!" Marik called back with a smiled, "So, relax and hope he holds their attention!"
"You're so wrong!"
Marik grinned, "I know! Don't ya just love it?"
About thirty minutes later, back at the Pharaoh's palace, a young shadow was wondering around the side. He was masked by the darkness and whenever he heard someone approaching, he'd duck in a bush our try to make like he was a lawn gnome. And it worked.
When the coast was clear once again, he got out and looked up. One of the windows on the third floor was open and light shown down onto his face, revealing him as the younger of the Kaiba brothers.
He had been looking for a key for the cell his friends were in, but so far no luck. All the guards were heavily armed and it would be ludicrous to try and steal a key from them. He wanted to now try a find a way into the castle and get one from one of the inside Spike Patrol. Word had it that they were much lazier and it'd be easier to overpower them, even with his small size.
Mokuba noticed a drainpipe going up the side of the castle, right next to him. He smiled and grabbed onto it, shimmying his way up, one step at a time. It wasn't five minutes before he got up to the lit window on the third floor. He expected to find maybe an empty room with a maid or a lone guard occupying it. But instead, he happened upon Yami and Yugi's throne room.
He gasped and wrapped his legs around the pipe even tighter while he leaned close to the open window and listened in.
Inside the room, both Yami and his hikari were on their thrones and looking down at a guard who was knelt before them, baring news for his Pharaohs.
"What is it that you wanted?" Yami asked, yawning. He'd been receiving calls and questions about everything he had going on from all his subordinates all day long and it was close to eleven o' clock. He was ready for bed.
The man nodded and stood, "Pharaoh Yami, I have both good and upsetting news for you, y-your grace."
Yugi groaned, switching his teddy bear from one arm to the other, "I hate it when there's good and bad news! Well, I don't want to hear the bad!"
He blinked, "Um… B-But, Pharaoh Yugi-"
"Ignore him." Yami said, rubbing his temples, "Continue."
"Yes. Uh, I-I shall tell you the good news first! Well, we've received ten thousand units of your new religious books and another twenty thousand units have been shipped to every corner of the earth." He nodded and held up a blue book. It was rather thick-looking, around one thousand pages or so.
Both Pharaohs squealed with delight, "Oh my Ra!"
Yami was the first to run down from the stairs leading to his throne and grabbed the book away from his servant. On the cover was the title that both Yami and Yugi had to think about for a long period of time. Monkey Love.
"This is wonderful! A job well done." He congratulated the man in front of him, who smiled brighter than anyone ever did.
"T-Thank you, my Pharaoh!"
"Now…" Yugi raised an eyebrow at him, "What's the bad news?"
"Oh. Well, my Pharaohs, I… I mean, we had a call just a moment ago from Happy Chicken, in Cairo." He braced himself for the rage that was sure to follow his next sentence, "And… and they have reported that inmates 2340 and 2341... Marik and Malik Ishtar have escaped!"
Yami dropped the book he was holding and Yugi dropped his teddy bear.
"… WWWHHHAAATTT!"
The joint screeched reached all the way out of the window to a small boy's fragile ears. He had to let go of the window sill to cover them, for fear of his eardrums bleeding. Suddenly, the drainpipe was being shaken and he looked down, hurriedly. A teenager with sparkling green eyes and jet black hair, much like his own, was shaking him. A goofy smile on his lips and his cheeks a rosy pink.
Mokuba whispered harshly, "O-Otogi…! Cut it out, you're going to make me- AAHH!"
He shouted, his legs unraveling themselves from the pipe and his body freefalling down to earth, landing on Otogi who really didn't seem to mind at all. In less than a moment, they both say up and Mokuba glared daggers at the teen, "You buffoon! Do you know how much noise that made? We could be-"
"Hey, you hear that?"
"Yeah, c'mon."
Two voices came from the other side of the palace wall. Before Mokuba could make any attempt to hide himself or Otogi, two of the Spike Patrol came out and starred at the boys laying in the bushes.
"Hey, you! What're you doing back here?"
Otogi grinned and fell back, "We're peeing on the Pharaohs…! Ha ha…!"
Mokuba grimaced, "Oh no…"
"You're doing what?" One guard turned to the other, "There's gotta be some rule against that, somewhere."
He nodded and looked back at Mokuba, "Hey… Yeah, I've seen you before. You're one of the Kaiba brothers, aren't you? How'd you get out of your cell? Oh well… C'mon, let's take him back." He grabbed Mokuba and the other Patroller grabbed Otogi.
"And you're coming too."
Before they knew it, they were both back in the cell Mokuba shared with his brother, Tristan and Joey. They looked surprised to see him and all asked the same question.
"What happened?"
"He happened!" Mokuba pointed to Otogi who was bouncing around the cell, giggling, "This weirdo shook me off a drainpipe and I fell, then the guards heard and arrested us!"
Everyone turned to Otogi, "… You idiot."
"Sorry…!" He smiled, continuing to bounce.
Joey sighed, "So, I'm guessing you didn't find anyway to get us out of here, right?"
"Nah… But, before this guy knocked me down, I found out straight from the horses' mouth that Marik and Malik are alive and well!"
"What?"
"Yeah," He nodded, almost smiling, "It seems they had them holed up in some facility in Cairo, but they escaped. No doubt that they'll be coming here to get the puzzles away from Yami and Yugi."
Kaiba rolled his eyes, "You seem happy…"
Mokuba nodded, "I am! Marik and Malik may be the bad guys, but right now they're the heroes that we need. I just wish there was a way we could help them…"