Her Sweetness: I forgot to tell you all that I got a new computer! My dad bought it for me, it's wonderful. The keyboard is so smooth and I can fly across it, you should see me!
Anyhoo, I had a problem with the story line right here, but luckily I got some useful advice and I worked it out.
You've all been great so far, keep it up!
A Tale of Two Idiots
Chapter 26:
It was now about six hours later, in the early afternoon just after every clock had struck noon. Rain was coming down rather hard as it had been for the past six hours and the water was rippling with the drops falling into it. A boat zoomed through it with incredible speed, splashing as it went by and the fishies looked up from below and tumbled along in the waves.
The Happy Chicken battle boat had, at first, made the four teenage boys sick while they held onto the railing and held onto their guts. The young boy manning the helm looked straight ahead, a stern expression on his face and as the day wore on, the storm got worse and still they kept their pace.
"M-Mokuba…!" Ryou cried out, his face a nice shade of green, "M-Maybe we could… guh, stop this mad rampage to Pegasus' Island before I toss more than cookies!"
"No way!" Mokuba called back, not sparing Ryou a glance, "We're making great time at this speed! We'll be at Pegasus' place in no time flat!"
"B-But…! Oh, never mind!"
Marik shook his head, pitifully, "You just can't tell this generation anything."
They went on in that manner for about fifteen more minutes before the waves got rougher and higher and harder for the boat to get through. It was tossing and turning and so was Ryou and that resulted in Malik, Marik and Bakura being thrown up on. Ryou sickly apologized to them, whilst trying to hold in more of his cookies. As the back of the boat was the rockiest place to be, Ryou was being shifted from side to side because of the harsh waves hitting the sides of the boat. And the other teens were trying their best to get away from him for fear of becoming even more vomit-clad.
When the boat rocked and Ryou went sailing to the left, everyone went running to the right. And when Ryou went tumbling to the right, everyone scurried to the left. This rather mean act left Ryou feeling quite lonesome and sad.
As they switched sides yet again, Malik happened to look up and, to his dismay; he witnessed a fifty-foot tall wave heading right towards the boat. It towered now, seconds from collapsing onto their small ship and Malik stuttered to warn everyone.
He tugged on his yami's shirt sleeve as he looked up in disbelief with his mouth agape, "M-M-Marik…!"
"Not now, Malik, Ryou's gonna hurl!"
"M-M-Marik! T-Tidal wave!" Malik screeched and dove onto the floor where he landed face-first in a pile of multi-colored throw up. Considering the circumstances, he didn't even notice.
Marik raised a disgusted eyebrow, as did Bakura and they both looked back and shouted, "OH, CRAP!"
"What the heck is going on back th- WWAAHH!" Mokuba turned around to scold the boys but before his sentence was finished, he and the others along with the boat were covered with thousands of gallons of sea water. The boat overturned and they were lost within the storm's rage.
Yugi was strolling down the palace's corridors, on his way to his and Yami's bedroom to tell him what he'd just come up with. He had been bounding down the hallways right after he left his relaxation room and had been so excited about his new idea that he failed to let the second coat on his toenails dry. Thus was why the front of his toes were turning blue from the running nail paint.
After he had a good cry over it, he decided that he could just have it redone later. But now was not the time for toe woes, no, now was the time to let his yami in on his plan! If only he could find him…
Going down one of the hallways, Yugi looked out of a large window that he passed, and as he turned, going about his business, he stopped in his tracks. He looked around quickly and then blinked and shrugged, thinking it was nothing and carrying on. Another five paces and he was next to another window, he stopped again. He'd heard something.
"Hmm…" Yugi walked up to the windowsill and looked out. Seeing nothing but a few birds and the gardeners below, trimming the hedges. "… I… Well, it's probably nothing."
Snap.
Just as Yugi was walking away he heard something very close, like a snap of a twig or something else. Most would just write this off as something silly, but it was fortunate for Pharaoh Yugi that he was very cautious, and mostly suspicious. As the sound came again, he scrambled to the opposite wall and shouted out, "Guard! Guard! Come here!"
Coincidentally, two guards rounded the corner at that exact second while harboring doughnuts in their mouths and consulting each other on their favorite to win this week's Donkey Race. As they saw their pintsized Pharaoh, shouting for them, they swallowed their doughnuts (almost chocking on them) and rushed over to him.
"Yes, what is it Your Highness?" They asked, bowing before him.
He nodded, unsurely, "Uh… Hey, listen, I want you two to go outside and check out the perimeter. I think I heard something."
They looked at each other and blinked, "But Pharaoh Yugi, couldn't it have been one of the gardeners? They're out there this time of day and-"
Yugi got red in the face and screamed at the top of his small lungs, "DID I ASK FOR A CALM EXPLANATION? NO! I GAVE YOU AN ORDER AND I EXPECT TO SEE RESULTS! NOW MARCH!"
"Y-Yes sir, sorry sir, right away sir!" They fumbled over each other to get away from the tiny boy on the verge of explosion. As they hurried for the front exit, Yugi huffed and walked away, satisfied for the moment.
As the two guards got out of the castle about five minutes later, they were out in the gardens, surrounded by a few females, tending the roses and daffodils. The trees' cherry blossoms were in bloom now and they thought it would be nice if they had a chance to laze about the castle's gardens and sniff the beautiful surroundings. But no, they were forced to check out things that the Pharaohs' manifested in their minds.
"You know… I bet one day, we're gonna be whacked off." Said one of them, out of the blue.
"… What makes you say that?"
He turned to his friend, "Well, just think about all the things that have happened lately. You have to admit that Pharaoh Yami's killing everyone. And none too pleasantly either… I mean, look at General Heidi. And Flyswatter! We were ordered to take his clothes away from him. His last shred of dignity and we left him naked in a cell with an agitated general."
"Yeah… But that wouldn't happen to us. We're an important part of the system here!"
"… You know we're just here for show, right? A monkey could do our job."
"…" When there was no reply and all was silent, they heard something. They looked around for a second and then heard something that sounded like a little yelp.
"You hear that?"
"Uh-huh…"
Suddenly, a wail followed that yelp and the sound of a crash. All the gardeners who were planting and watering plants looked up from their work and saw over by the wall, a cloud of smoke where that something had fallen and landed on two unsuspecting guards. None of them were very concerned, though the Spike Patrollers might've been seriously injured. They turned back to their precious tulips.
"Ah… Ugh… Oh, God…" One of them rubbed his head, and then patted himself down to make sure nothing was broken. "H-Hey... Hey, Pete, you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." He'd already dusted himself off and looked up, "What the hell was that?"
They were both still on the ground amongst dirt and crushed flowers. As the dust cleared, they noticed that they were not alone in their injured pile. They both scrambled to their feet and pointed their slingshots at the figure that was struggling to get up.
"Hey, buddy! Just what do you think you were doing up there, huh?"
"Yeah, the Pharaohs will have your head when they find out!"
The man rubbed his neck and turned around with his hands in the air in a surrendering motion. He faced them with a rather silly grin on and sighed, "G-Guess I kinda lost my grip! Ha ha…"
"… No way." They blinked and lowered their slingshots, "... C-Cody…!"
"Ah, yup yup."
"Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?"
"What. What. What." Came the oh-so-enthusiastic reply. Yami watched his hikari as he bounced happily. Yugi had come into their room no less than a moment ago and Yami had been taking his daily afternoon nap. Without warning of any type or even a light tap on the shoulder, Yugi jumped into the air and landed on his darker half's stomach. Yami screamed out of not only surprise but pain and when his vision came into focus, there was Yugi. Starring at him with them big ol' eyes and greeting him with a 'Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?'
And so Yami answered accordingly, too tired to really be angry with his hikari.
"Well, I was doing some thinking while getting my toes done and came up with a great idea. Instead of just killing Flyswatter, he should be used for taking care of those four, but we'll just have to give him… a little help is all…" Yugi winked.
Up until this point, Yami had been yawning and fixing to go back to sleep, but this last part interested him greatly. He tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
Yugi grinned impishly and whispered something in his other half's ear. After he was done, he pulled back and studied his fellow Pharaoh's expression. Needless to say that it was one of great shock and a bit of confusion.
"Y-Yugi…! That's… not normal."
"I know, Yami, but it'll be so great and it'll work, I swear it!"
Pharaoh Yami crossed his arms and wore a rather solid look on his face.
"Yami…" Yugi cooed, snuggling up to him, "Yami, you said this operation was mine…! And results are guaranteed. So, c'mon, stop being such a non-believer."
He let out a deep breath, "Well… okay…"
"Yay!" Yugi sat up immediately and began to list a few things they would need, "And of course we'll need to get that thing off of the Black-market website and then-"
"Wait a minute! Since when do you go to that website?"
"Humph! Marik isn't the only one who goes on there, Yami. It has a bunch of useful, evil thingies. And the t-shirts are so cute, I've already ordered one!"
"…"
The heavy rain had stopped about an hour ago. It was about 3 in the afternoon when light raindrops came down in a small shower on the shores of this particular beach. The wind was blowing, though not as harsh, and as the next wave rolled in, hitting the sandy shores, more than just dead fish washed up.
First, there were remains of what seemed to be a boat. Pieces and scraps of metal and a few bars were seen and they left marks in the sand and frightened away a few sand crabs. With the next wave came bodies. Unmoving, but still bodies. There was one… then two… and finally, in total, there seemed to be five boys who lay there almost in a row.
Less than five minutes passed when one of the blondes lifted his head, waking now from the tiny drops of water dancing on his face. He blinked once then twice and got up quickly and looked around, seemingly alarmed. When he took a headcount and saw that everyone was at least present, he sighed, relieved.
"Oh, jeez… That was insane… hey, you guys! Are you okay?" Malik called, first moving toward a little ball of black hair. He lifted the boy up and called his name, "Mokuba. Mokuba, wake up!"
He didn't move after his name had been called five times and by then the other teens had awoken due to Malik's voice and they shook themselves to make sure they were okay. Looking now at his hikari, holding up this small Kaiba, Marik walked up to him and looked down. "Hey, Malik… Is he okay?"
"I-I dunno, he's not waking up…!" Malik was now beginning to panic as he held Mokuba in his arms and shook him but he said nothing nor made a movement. His face was rather pale and as Ryou and Bakura took a look at him, they blinked with concern though Bakura choose to hide it.
He turned around, "Mokuba will be fine, he's just asleep… that's all."
"C'mon, Bakura, you k-know that's not true!" He turned to Ryou and put the boy in his arms, while Ryou looked a bit uneasy. Malik turned to his yami and Bakura and asked, hurriedly, "Do either of you know CPR?"
Bakura almost laughed, "How the hell would I know anything like that?"
Malik glared, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, you're stupid."
"What!"
"Shut up." Marik ordered, "Look, I don't think any of us know CPR, so we'll just have to find the little brat some help."
"Oh, gee, Marik…" Bakura spat mockingly, "I didn't know you cared about Mokuba so much."
"Tch. I don't, I just don't want Kaiba all over me because his brother died."
Malik gasped, "Y-You don't think he's gonna die, do you…?"
Bakura poked him with a stick that he'd found on the beach, "He ain't movin' much."
Ryou pushed the stick away from the boy's face, "Stop that! This is serious, 'Kura!"
"If it's so serious, then we should stop yapping and find him a hospital!"
This was really the first time any of them had taken a good look at their surroundings. Right where the sands turned to grass was not more than fifteen feet away and beyond that were plentiful trees and greenery and even beyond that lay a large castle-like mansion.
"…" Ryou blinked, "Talk about convenient. This must be-"
"Pardon me, but you're trespassing on private property!" Out of the woodsy area just behind them, came a man in a black tux and sunglasses with blue hair and mustache. He made his way over to the four of them and continued what he was saying, "This Island is supposed to be off-limits to anyone who doesn't work here and the owner doesn't accept any solicitors. So, leave."
Marik whispered to his hikari, "So much for the welcome wagon."
Bakura sneered, "Do we look like salesmen to you?"
"By the looks of you people, it seems like you're selling hair gel, am I right?" He motioned towards Bakura's hair. "We don't want any."
"We're not salesmen."
"H-Hey! We're sorry for trespassing but our friend needs help right away!" Ryou addressed him, holding Mokuba into view so that he could see the urgency in what he'd said.
The man rolled his eyes, "Well, that's very sad. But the fact of the matter is-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence for a moment, taking a step closer, he lifted his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and blinked at the boy Ryou held in his arms, "No way…! I-It's Mokuba Kaiba, isn't it? Oh, God! C-Come with me, this way!"
He scurried off into the woods and the boys looked at each other before following him. It was about a minute later when they came to a golf cart parked by a tree. The man turned to them, "Get in. It'll be too slow if we go by foot… even though you salesmen might be used to that."
"For crap's sake, we're not salesmen!"
Ryou and Malik were uneasy about getting in a vehicle with this man, and everyone knows why. You know what our mothers told us when we were little: 'Don't ever get into a stranger's golf cart!' Typical.
But when their yamis got in and made themselves comfortable, their hikaris soon followed, sitting on the back. Ryou looked down sadly at Mokuba who was lying still in his arms. He lowered his head to the boy's face and nodded to Malik, "He's still breathing, at least... but it sounds strained."
"We should be there soon."
Malik was right. The way that man drove his golf cart was insane and they reached their destination in no time flat. He got out and chauffeured the teens and their unconscious child in through the two large double doors. Up two flights of stairs and down a few winding hallways decorated with odd paintings and expensive wallpaper. Another door was opened at the end of this hallway and they entered a large room, inside was a long dining table lined with chairs and at the head of the table sat a man dressed in an expensive looking red suit, his long white hair hiding his face.
"Ahem. Mr. Pegasus, sir." The man bowed slightly, grabbing his boss' attention, "Mokuba Kaiba is here."
The man dressed in red looked up and began to stand from his seat, clasping his hands together, a gleeful smile plastered on his face as he starred at the boy in Ryou's arms.
Marik coughed, suggestively, wanting to be announced as well.
"Oh." He continued, "And some salesmen, too."
"We're not salesmen!"