Her Sweetness: Alright. No one kill me for this, but I'm not too good in Biology.

Gasp. Shock. Horror.

No, my thing is English. Having said that, I will do the best I can with Flyswatter's body. If I get something wrong, don't curse me or anything.

A Tale of Two Idiots

Chapter 32:

Somewhere on the third floor of the Palace in the center of Domino, two of the land's current rulers were hastily going further and further down into the belly of their castle, Yami leading the way and Yugi stumbling close behind him, questioning his darker half's reasons for leading him away from the throne room.

"W-Wait a minute, Yami!"

"No time, Yugi." Was the answer from the slightly taller form ahead of him, "What we're doing is going to take a while and we don't have any time to spare."

"But just what are we doing?"

Yami flashed back a quick grin and in a moment, they stopped at a large, golden door, complete with an Egyptian eye over the threshold. Two Spike Patrollers were standing at either side of the door, weapons on hand and immediately bowed when they saw the Pharaohs approaching.

"Open it." Yami ordered, not even bothering to glance at the men.

They saluted and mumbled a "Yes, sir," and soon the two double doors were opening before them and a little flash of yellowish gold sparked out, forcing Yugi to shield his eyes from the rays. His yami was already moving into the light and Yugi pouted, but followed nonetheless. As he ventured in, the light didn't blind him as much and he lowered his wrist to see what his other had brought him for.

The room was quite large, covered in what seemed to be useless metals and pretty things, there for show or admiration. Each wall, each pedestal in the corners of the hall were dressed in gold or at least plated with gold, which was probably why Yugi couldn't see when he'd first walked in. But, what caught the majority of his attention and would probably catch the attention of many was the golden table in the middle of the room. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either and on each side of the table was a lone millennium item. The millennium key, the rods, the rings… they were all there.

"So, this is where you keep them…" Yugi nodded, talking to his yami but not expecting him to say anything, "Hey… hey, why haven't I been here before?"

"Because. You'd knock something over."

"Humph!"

Yami gave his light a look signifying that he could pout and huff all he wanted but he was not to touch anything. He then sauntered over to the golden table and picked up one of the millennium rods. He turned round to Yugi and shook the rod suggestively, sighing, "The whole world is polluted, Yugi… Without monkey sex in their lives, the population is going to go crazy and revolt against us! After all those weeks designing and redesigning Monkey Love…"

"Dumb Yami, takin' all the credit…" Yugi grumbled, "It was really me who designed it…"

"… I heard that, Yugi."

"Well, I'm glad! Do you even know what I had to go through to get those pictures? Deep into Africa! With nothing but half a can of bug spray and a guide on how to avoid monkey rape! Which DIDN'T work, by the way!"

"… Wow…. Um, as I was saying, they're of no use to us as a kingdom anymore. But. The only people who will still regard us as their Pharaohs will probably be the citizens of Domino, seeing as how they have somewhat of an unnatural fear of us. So… What I've decided to do is keep Domino. And kill the rest of the world."

Yugi blinked, "Say what?"

"They'd only opposed us, anyway, Yugi. It's not like they matter."

His jaw unhinged, "N-Not like they matter? Yami, have you gone off your nut? This isn't just a city or state you're trying to massacre, which would be okay, this is a planet! A planet of our people!"

"The second Marik and Malik destroyed the Factories, they no longer were ours! So all we're doing is throwing them away before they become a problem."

Yugi pursed his little lips so tight they almost disappeared. His eye twitched, "M-Maybe this hasn't come to your attention… and if that's so, I'll just kindly point it out… BUT HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO KILL THE PLANET EARTH?"

"Heh. That's when these babies come in handy." Yami tilted his head to the table he was currently leaning on. "We'll just use the full power of all the items and open the gates to the Shadow Realm, let all the monsters loose on the world and let them do their job."

"… You… You want to release Shadow monsters…?"

"That's what I said."

"You're nuts."

"I'm ingenious."

Yugi squinted, 'Grr… What am I going to do? How can I convince Yami this is a bad idea…? Unless… Yeah, unless there's a problem with his plan! Then he'll have to stop the madness!' He blinked and gave his other a coy grin, "Well, Yami, that's all good and lovely, but how do you expect the Shadow monsters to bypass the people of Domino without eating all of them as well? You know very well that Shadow beings can't be controlled."

"I've thought of that."

'Damn!'

He grinned and nodded, "Come, Yugi. We must prepare."

Yugi shook his head, "But I want to know what you're up to first."

"… Oh, you do, do you?"

"Yes."

"Tough titties." He gave a menacing look before heading for the door. Yugi sighed and followed, giving one last look back as the door was shut behind them.

"Ooh, boy, what happened here?"

Cody had been walking down the street, heading south of the Palace which was where he had just come from. His sobs and whimpers from his recently handed defeat by Heidi had subsided, only because he had run out of body fluids due to lack of water. He'd wandered throughout the city, trying to find the Southern Gate, so he could head on home, but as he continued further south, strange things began to happen.

Now, Cody wasn't one to be suspicious. But he started to question things when monkeys hailed from the sky, followed by shreds of men and ash and rocks coming from the northern and the southern parts of Domino. Frantic cries of panic surrounded him as people ran around, arms in the air, screaming about one hundred foot fat men. As he stood amongst the chaos, Cody waited until the people around him were dead, hit over the head with random debris, shot by Spike Patrollers or otherwise.

He continued on his way but not five minutes later, he came across a really large pile ash and broken bricks, unlike the others, which were about the size of a normal building that had crumbled, this was about the size of a large whale.

Cody tilted his head, "What the…?"

Being curious as to what was underneath all this mess and actually worrying that a few people were trapped, Cody tapped with the palm of his left hand at a side of the mound. "Anybody in there? Eh?" With no response, and getting an even greater feeling that someone was trapped beneath the rubble, Cody proceeded to dig at vacant spots so as to move the rocks out of the way. It took about a minute or two before he finally moved one of the larger rocks that gave way to a small landslide and part of the debris came crashing down, revealing something large and peach-colored.

"Um… okay?" Cody blinked and poked the thing, "Is… This can't be a person, right…?"

Suddenly it moved and the whole thing turned on its side, sending piles among piles of rocks and waste Cody's way. Luckily, he ran away just before it all hit the ground with a giant crash. After the smoke cleared, Cody timidly peeked out from behind the slab of building where he had hid himself. "… Uh-"

Sounds of coughing came to his ears and he saw that a giant monster had been buried under all that rubble and as disturbing as this was, he noticed that a boy had popped out of the large hole in the monster's stomach. The boy fell onto the ground, covered in broken glass and sharp rocks, he strained to stand. "Ack, ack! Oh, Ra…"

Cody squinted, using his hand to better his vision, "… Eh? Oh! Patty! Ey, Patty, over here!"

The blond-headed boy looked up, growling, "My name isn't Patty! … Huh? Cody? Is that really you?"

He grinned, waving, "Ah, yup yup!"

"Oh… Oh, Cody!" Malik wailed, throwing his arms into the air and running over to the older man, crying when he finally reached him and hugged him tightly, "I… I thought you were dead! W-We all did, you don't know how sad we were!"

Cody blinked and patted Malik on the back, giving him a cheeky grin, "Can't nothin' kill meh! I'm invincible! Heh heh!"

Malik nodded, sarcastically, "Sure."

"Wha? You don't believe me? Guess I'm gunna have to prove it! Go ahead, shoot me! I'll still be here afterwards!" He said confidently.

"… No, Cody."

Before the man could respond to that, Malik realized something and spun around, looking in all directions frantically. Cody tilted his head and asked what was the matter, to which Malik responded, "B-Bakura! I don't know where he is! I… only remember that explosion and then everything else is a blur…" He looked to Flyswatter's form which was probably unconscious from the blows of heavy rocks, "And as much as I hate to say it, his disgusting mass protected me, so I'm okay… But I don't know about Bakura."

"Maybe he got away?"

"Ah… I doubt it…"

Another worried glance from Malik and then something stirred in a small pile of rubble by Flyswatter's feet. Both Malik and Cody took a fearful step back, afraid of being kicked by the man's foot or something, but what emerged was not a vengeful toe but the form of a white-haired spirit, cracking his neck and stretching his legs.

Malik blinked, "Bakura?"

"Heh?" The albino looked up from dusting his jeans off, an annoyed look on his face, "What the hell is it?"

"… Nothing." He deadpanned, "Just forget I was ever worried about you."

"Fine, I will. Tch, did you even see what I went through? No, I bet you didn't. I caught a glimpse of you all snuggled in that monster's navel. And while I was flung all over creation! Things like this shouldn't be allowed to happen, and I'll tell you another thing, too-" Bakura stopped his rant and tilted his head when he saw Cody behind Malik. He raised an eyebrow, "Why aren't you dead?"

"Cause I'm invincible."

"… Yeah… Good luck with that."

"Bakura, we need to find out if Marik and Ryou are okay." Malik said, gaining Bakura's attention.

Cody turned to him, "Yous guys split?"

"Yeah. We had to in order to get to each of these Monkey Love Factories… Speaking of which, since both were supposedly destroyed, doesn't that mean that the devices used to control the people don't work anymore?"

"I guess." Bakura shrugged, "Only time will tell, for sure, though. But you're right about one thing, we need to contact Ryou and Marik… I hope this still works." He was referring to the headset that was, amazingly, still attached to his head. Bakura touched the dial on the side and tried it. "Hello? Marik, you there?"

He, Malik and Cody waited to hear any sort of response.

They looked a bit disappointed after not hearing anything a few seconds later but then, from somewhere around them, they heard Bakura's voice resound. The words he had just said into the headphones, 'Hello? Marik, you there?' were now being broken up by what sounded like static and they heard them again.

"Did… did you hear that?" Bakura asked.

Cody and Malik nodded, yes.

"It came from 'round here," Cody informed them and began poking around the rocks, kicking at things on the ground, "Thought I heard it over… ey, here we go!" Cody smiled and motioned towards the ground where something metallic was shining up at him. Malik and Bakura looked over his shoulder as they heard the static again and Cody picked at the thing.

In a second, Cody had pulled so hard on the piece of metal that stuck out that he uprooted the whole thing. And it just happened to be attached to…

"Marik?" Their voice rang together when the blonde yami hacked and coughed, dirt coming out of his mouth by the pounds.

"Y-Yeah, it's me…!" He blinked at them through the dust falling out of his hair then shook his head vigorously, "Wh-What are you guys doing here? You're supposed to be over by Beta!"

"We are by Beta." Malik folded his arms.

"… Oh. Well… then, the explosion must've thrown me here, I guess…" Marik looked around, giving a quick wave to Bakura who returned it and then his attention turned to Cody who smiled, "… Why are you alive?"

"C-Cause I'm invincible!" He said, though was a bit confused why Marik, like Bakura, didn't seem to care that he wasn't dead.

"Oh."

Bakura shook his head, "Never mind him. Marik, where's Ryou?"

"Yeah, you better not have lost him!" Malik frowned at his yami.

"Tch, shut-up, Malik. I didn't lose him. He's… Ah… Hmm." Marik looked around, a bit worried for the young boy, "Heh… he's just… Umm…" He searched around the ground, now frantically kicking things, as both Malik and Bakura tapped their feet impatiently.

"Well?"

"Where's my hikari, Marik?"

"Uh. Yeah!" Cody added for no reason other than to be in the conversation.

"Shut-up, all of you! He's coming, he's coming!" He looked down and after kicking over a rock, he witnessed a tuft of pink hair, and a muffled cry. Grinning, he pulled on it by the roots of the hair and out popped a boy, almost identical to Bakura. "There he is. Just like I said."

Ryou squeaked, "Ah…! Marik, it hurts, please let go of my hair…!"

He rolled his eyes and let Ryou down who then noticed all the people around him and went into a mad-hugging-frenzy. He first went over to his yami and checked for injuries or bruises and then cuddled him, then going over to Malik and they shared a big hug and then he noticed Cody who was awaiting a hug, but all he got was, "Wow, you're alive."

It ended with him burying his face into Marik's shirt and saying, happily, "Marik took really good care of me! Even though he did let me get captured… and threw me in a pile of strange men… and I think one of those men touched me… He still took really good care of me!" Ryou smiled brightly, apparently showing no ill will.

Bakura carefully scooted Ryou away from Marik, who sighed.

"Well… Alright. I guess since we're all here, there's only one thing we have left to do, right?" Malik looked to them.

"Yeah," Marik answered, "Cody, you know the way to Yami and Yugi's dumb old castle, right? Take us there so we can kick their sorry butts and get our items back."

Cody blinked and looked back at the way he had just come. The castle seemed really far away from here, only the tip of the tallest tower could be seen. And though he kind of wanted to go back, he really felt he shouldn't. He turned back to them, "Ah… Sure, I'll show you the way, ah yup yup. But, I can't help yas…"

"Huh? Cody, why not…?" Ryou pouted, his eyes becoming large, "Weren't you wanting to rescue… um… oh, darn, what's her name? Helga?"

"Heidi." Cody sweatdropped, "Yeah… I was gunna, but she… said she doesn't like me and told me to go away…"

Bakura rolled his eyes, "I could've told you that."

Both hikaris shot him a dirty glance whilst Marik laughed and Cody wallowed in woe. Malik cleared his throat after throwing his shoe at his yami's head, "C-Cody, what I think Bakura was trying to say, is that it's okay. Because we're not going to go rescue that mean old bat anyway. We're going to save the world, and Cody, that's more important than Heidi! So, are you with us?"

"…" He blinked, then gave his famous cheeky grin, "Alrighty, then! Let's get ta goin'!"

On the inside of the sleeping Flyswatter's stomach, a poor boy was worried sick for not only his well-being but the health of his friends. He hadn't seen them in a long time and, of course, was worried that without his ability to referee his brother and Joey's fights, they might've have killed each other and taken Otogi and Tristan with them.

But he had bigger problems. He guessed that Flyswatter was laying down or something similar because at one point in time, all of the man's fluids went to one side of his body and Mokuba had to scrape and claw at semi-digested food to keep from toppling into the acid and killing himself. Eventually, he caught his balance and was currently standing on a half ingested hotdog cart.

"Gee… Aw, what'd I ever do to disserve this?" Mokuba shouted out to no one in particular, "This isn't f-fair…"

He sniffed, about to let all his emotions out in a huge sobbing fest, but then remembered what his elder brother told him time and time again. 'Kaibas don't cry. If you're ever in a situation that seems impossible, just remember to keep on going. No one and nothing can hurt you if you're above it all.'

Mokuba nodded confidently, wiping away a tear that threatened to fall, "Right, Seto. Kaibas don't cry."

He pushed himself off the cart forcefully, looking at his surroundings. If only he could get out of the stomach where all this acid and bad smell was… If he could get somewhere less horrific, then he could think. Think of a way to get out of this predicament.

Wearily looking around the pool of acid as it devoured more, he noticed that throughout the pool, there were other things that, like the hotdog cart, were sticking up out of the acid and almost looked like stepping stones. Blinking, Mokuba lifted his gaze to the left of the stomach. It seemed that when Flyswatter had lain on his side, and the acid flew to one side of the stomach, something was revealed. A tunnel of some sort that seemed to be going upwards, but from his spot on the cart he was unable to see where it led.

Mokuba grinned, "There may be a way out of this, after all… Well, I'm not going to get anywhere by just standing here." He nodded to himself and cautiously sized up the jump from here to the next pile of bones not to far away. Not thinking too clearly, he took a small running start and actually made it to the bone pile, clawing his way to the other side and preparing to jump again.

After about ten minutes of deep breaths and leaps of faith, Mokuba took his final jump and landed on one of the only dry spots in the area, looking up, his gaze met with the tunnel's entrance. Unsurely but determinedly, he took a step foreword. And then kept at a steady pace as he walked down the pathway.

"At… At least it doesn't smell so bad in here…" He said, lowering his shirt from his nose which was how he filtered the air in the stomach. "I just wish there was a way I knew where I was going."

But all he could go with was what he learned in school about anatomy. And after a few seconds of thinking, he guessed he was somewhere in the chest cavity, seeing as how he had just come out of the stomach. He did formulate a plan after a few more minutes, though. If he found a way back up into the mouth, he could escape the way he was captured. It seemed simple enough, and when he thought about it, the only other option he had was the… southern exit.

He shuddered at the thought.

It wasn't more than thirty minutes after he had come out of the stomach that he came to a fork in the path. During those thirty minutes, he'd passed quite a lot. A liver, which he thought was oddly misshapen, and then the heart. Flyswatter's heart was very large and pink. Who ever knew that perverted, fat man even had a heart? Let alone one that was beating.

Now he was at something that looked like a latter. A very large one, he noticed, the pegs were, to him, about two to three feet apart. He swallowed lightly and reached out to touch it. When nothing happened, he put both his small hands on one of the pegs and applied a bit of pressure, seeing what it was and if it was stable. When he kicked it, Flyswatter's whole body twinged which scarred Mokuba into holding on to the thing for dear life.

When the sudden movement had stopped, Mokuba eased his grip and looked around, worriedly, "W-What the heck was that? Ah…" He looked up at what he was grasping and realization flashed in his eyes, "His… His spine!"

All the nerve endings in the bones must've caused that jolt in the body, Mokuba assumed. He smiled though, and thought this may be a way to get back to the mouth. With confidence that he would get out, he carefully put his feet and hands on the first bone and clawed his way up, going slowly. And although he did set off a few more jolts on his way up, he made it to the top virtually unharmed.

When he arrived at the peak of the backbone, there was some kind of rope attached to it. It was slick and it intertwined with the spine a little ways down. Still hopping to find the mouth, but thinking he probably missed the throat, he grabbed a hold of the rope which gave the body a large jolt of pain and he climbed up, ignoring Flyswatter's fidgets.

Mokuba gave one last grunt as he swung himself off of the rope and landed on a soft place, propping himself up on hands and knees. He looked up at something a tinged pink color, mushy and, not surprisingly, it wasn't all that large.

"Darn! … Ugh, stupid brain…" He groaned, "I went up too far…"

"Nothing's working…"

"Only because you're here."

"I'm getting' just a little tired of you…!"

"Not half as tired as I am of you."

"Dammit!"

"Ah… and here I thought they were going to be quiet." Otogi sighed to his friend who sat next to him in the corner of the cell opposite to Joey and Kaiba.

Tristan nodded.

It actually had been quiet for a while. But when they saw that giant monster going down town, things got a little stirred up. Only for a while. Whilst they were trying to think of a plan to get out, they're bodies became even more tired from all the stress they were putting upon them, seeing as how they had only about two minutes of sleep. They conked out without finding any solution and when they woke up almost two hours later, panic took over Joey and Kaiba who woke up in each other's arms.

And so, they began their arguing and awoke Tristan and Otogi who broke them up and had them think, productively, of a way out of the cell and into freedom before anymore giant men walked out of the castle. But, as it usually happens, Kaiba kept putting Joey's ideas down and an all-out war ensued. And instead of getting themselves killed trying to separate them, Otogi and Tristan decided to wait it out.

"Die, Rich-boy!"

Joey all but launched himself onto Kaiba and began furiously kicking and punching. Kaiba dodged it and, rolling his eyes, pinned Joey to the floor on his back. In one motion, he straddled his hips and secured both Joey's hands above his head and grinned madly.

"Hey! Wh-What do you think you're doing, Kaiba?" He gulped nervously, trying to get the CEO off of him, but he was too heavy.

"Ha! This is what you get for being annoying, mutt!" Kaiba grinned once again before letting a large glob of spit ease through his clenched teeth and sink down almost in midair, hovering over Joey's face like a giant loogey of doom.

Joey's eyes widened in horror, "NO! WAIT A MINUTE! KAIBA!"

Otogi blinked from his and Tristan's spot in the corner. "That's foul… Do you think we should stop them…?"

"Heh heh. Nah, let's let them duke it out; Joey can't depend on us to save him from the Big Bad Kaiba every time."

"… I guess."

By this time, Kaiba's spitball was less than a millimeter away from Joey's nose and was hanging on only by a thin strand. Joey struggled against the brunette attacker's grip on his hands but it was to no avail and as he kept screaming for mercy, Kaiba was laughing through clenched teeth.

And in a second, the strand broke.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

Everyone in the room was quiet to see Joey's reaction. Kaiba licked his lips and eased off the blonde, letting go of his wrists. Joey lay there still, eyes blank and looking up at the ceiling, a giant and sticky glob of saliva decorating his face.

Kaiba smirked, his hand on his hip, "How do you feel, mutt?"

"Shame. I feel shame."

In another part of the Palace, in that dingy cell that smelled of week-old blood and fresh gore, Heidi had been waiting. Just waiting. She'd been asleep for about an hour, but for the past hour all she did was wait. She no longer had control over her life, so why not wait and see what happens?

"Something good's gotta happen sooner or later." She said to herself with a hint of cheerfulness, "I… I mean, my whole can't be filled with misery and woe, can it?"

Thinking about her last sentence, she thought back on the passed two weeks. It certainly seemed like her whole life was turning into nothing but a ball of misery and woe. She had two fingers left and was about to keel over from all the elephant dung she'd eaten. Her future didn't really seem too bright. But to keep going, she had to think positively.

Suddenly, the door opened and two men came in, dressed in their yellow and metallic gray uniforms. Heidi squinted. They looked familiar, but… Oh. They were the men who came in everyday to cut off her fingers.

"Ah… but…" Heidi began to panic, "Y-You just came here less than a day ago! The sun's still up! I… You shouldn't be here!"

The taller of the two guards maintained a professionally firm voice but his eyes showed sympathy, "Ahem. We're aware. But Pharaoh Yami's orders were for you to come so we could get everything ready before sundown."

"Come…? Come where? And what is he getting ready for?"

"That's classified information."

She rolled her eyes, "Please. I'm general, nothing's classified to me."

They looked at each other before saying, in unison. "Ex-general."

"… Yeah… Ex-general…"

He sighed as they advanced on her and gently let her down from the shackles that she had been feeling against her arms and ankles for so long. When she was down onto the floor, she almost couldn't stand, having to, unintentionally, lean on the Spike Patroller for support. Her ankles and wrists had deep and ugly bruises on them from hanging by those chains and it felt so good to get them off.

The guards nodded to each other, a firm grip on each of her shoulders, "Let's go, the Pharaohs await our return."

Heidi went with them, not putting up a fight for she was much too drained to try anything like that. She halfway limped along between their grasps, unaware of where they were going or why. She doubted she even cared anymore.