Yu-gi-oh goes to Disneyland Paris
Chapter 3 – The Plane JourneyDisclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, or Disneyland Paris.
Everything seemed quiet. The plane had started it's journey an hour or so ago, and it was expected to arrive at the Disneyland airport by the next morning.
Nothing had yet been said about Disneyland, so Yami Bakura was happily oblivious and thought that they were going to Egypt.
Yami called one of the airhostesses over to order some food. He began to speak politely, but the other Yamis barged in.
"I want a steak. As rare as you can cook it." Yami Bakura said. "And no salad."
"Er… just a rare steak then, sir? Are you sure that's all?"
"It'd better be a big one, too."
"No, don't get him a steak." Yami interrupted, knowing only too well what Yami Bakura's eating habits were like.
"I want a steak and you can't stop me, you stupid Pharaoh!" Yami Bakura raised his voice.
They began to argue loudly, attracting the attention of many of the other passengers. The poor airhostess looked very, very confused.
"I wondered how long it would be before they started fighting." Ryou sighed, indicating the two warring Yamis behind.
"Perhaps we should separate them?" Yugi suggested.
"I have an idea!" Malik said. "Look, you two. If you don't stop fighting we'll forcefully move you to the sicky seat!"
There was a short silence as they thought over this.
"If you move me to the sicky seat, I will forcefully move you to the shadow realm." Yami Bakura announced, smirking.
"Er… could you repeat your order, please?" the airhostess looked flustered. "I didn't quite catch-"
"A very rare steak and rum for me." Yami Bakura said.
"Rum for me, too!" Yami Malik added.
"I'd like sushi." Yami grumbled.
"What quantity of Rum would you like, sirs? Five, twenty, fifty or a hundred centilitres?" she asked sweetly, showing a mouth full of eerily white, straight teeth.
"Um…." Neither Yami Malik nor Yami Bakura had any idea what a centilitre was.
"A hundred, each?" Yami Malik suggested.
The airhostess smiled again and went off. Yami regarded her with amazement.
"How do you girls walk in such short skirts?" This was directed at Anzu.
"Yami! It's not polite to stare at people's behinds!" Yugi hissed.
"Oops." Yami looked sheepish.
Jounouchi and Yugi had taken out their duel decks and were playing Duel Monsters – the non-flashy way. Malik was interested and, on many occasions, gave Jounouchi tips.
"You told him what I had in my hand!" Yugi cried, outraged. "That's not fair!" He sniffled, but only a little.
Malik shrugged. "Sometime you have to get beaten, Yugi. And by hook or by crook, I'm going to make sure it happens."
"I'm sorry, Yugi! I can't help listening to what he shouts in my ear!" Jounouchi looked embarrassed, as he placed a facedown card. Yugi attempted to glare at Malik, but he found he was extremely out-of-practice at sulking and the like – Yami was the one who had done all the pouting.
Instead, he sighed. "All right. Just don't do it again, Malik."
Malik looked innocent. Or he tried to.
The airhostess appeared again, this time holding trays of food and two bottles of rum.
Yami took a serviette, put it on his lap and began to eat delicately. Yami Bakura tore into his steak like a starving hyena, grumbling about it being too well cooked, even though blood was dripping off his fork.
Yami Malik was swigging the rum straight from the bottle, and he was receiving looks from people around. Of course, he completely ignored all of them.
When the bottle was half gone, he had to stop in order to hiccup. Yami Bakura, by this point, had finished his steak and was also a lot of the way through his bottle. Yami gave them both a disgusted look (he'd only just finished his first mouthful).
"You're supposed to chew your food in order to get the taste." He informed Yami Bakura.
"I taste well enough the way I eat." Yami Bakura poked out his tongue, which had been stained red from the bloody steak.
"I shay." Yami Malik slurred. "Have you drunk all shat rum, Bakura?"
Yami Bakura forced his eyes to focus on the suddenly blurred world around him, in particular his rum bottle. He picked it up, and his hand wobbled slightly.
"I have four handsh!" he exclaimed, waving them around.
"Sho you have!" Yami Malik said, with a hiccup.
"My God!" Honda spun round. "What have they been drinking?"
Isis took Yami Malik's rum bottle (he was too busy counting Yami Bakura's arms to notice) and inspected it. "90 proof." She said, shaking her head. "They'll have a headache tomorrow."
"Aren't you supposed to drink rum in small amounts?" Yugi asked, frowning at Malik, who had stolen the bottle from Isis and was taking a sneaky sip.
"That is the idea." Jounouchi said, eyeing Yami Malik nervously.
"I shay. Where hash my rum gone?" Yami Malik looked confused. "It wash here just now…"
Malik hid it behind his back.
Unexpectedly and shockingly, Yami Bakura had just broken into song. It wasn't an appropriate song, either. Ryou looked shocked.
Where on earth did Yami Bakura hear THAT? Jounouchi smirked to himself. Maybe there's more to Ryou than meets the eye…
"Yami! Shut up!" Ryou attempted to growl.
Yami Bakura only sang louder. A few moments later, Yami Malik joined in. Yugi glared at Jounouchi, who appeared to be cheering them on.
"How do we stop them?" Anzu sounded horrified, and extremely embarrassed.
"Like this." Malik said, bashing Yami Malik over the head with the (now empty) rum bottle and then doing the same to Yami Bakura. They slumped over, and Malik looked smug.
The rest of the journey passed in relative peace (this probably had a lot to do with the fact that Yami Malik and Yami Bakura were unconscious). There was one time when Yugi got upset thinking that he'd lost his Dark Magician. Yami noticed Malik's grin, and assumed that the Egyptian had stolen it.
Malik denied it for a time, but when Isis mildly mentioned that perhaps he and Yugi should swap seats, he sulkily produced the card, saying "It was only a joke…"
Kaiba and Mokuba had a lovely journey in their exclusive cabin. Kaiba most enjoyed being waited on by the airhostesses. They were very stupid, but nice to look at. Idly he flicked through his Duel Monsters deck. Not that he was ever going to get a chance to play at Disneyland… the Europeans were probably well behind the times. He sighed. Dammit, he probably wasn't even famous there.
Mokuba insisted on watching Bambi again on the cabin's fifty-inch television. Kaiba had finally given in, once he had located the earplugs and turned one of the chairs around so he didn't have to watch it. Bambi was Kaiba's worst nightmare, and the bits he hated the most were the bits where Bambi and the others fell in love; it sent shivers down the multimillionaire's spine. Friend Owl's words reverberated inside his skull.
It could happen to anyone… That meant Kaiba too. Falling in love wasn't something Kaiba could imagine himself doing. Maybe if the right girl came along, one who was similarly career and computer obsessed. He smiled slightly.
"Kaiba!" Mokuba wailed. Once Kaiba reluctantly turned his chair around (flinching as he caught sight of the frozen picture on the tv screen) his smaller brother began babbling incoherently.
Kaiba realised he still had the earplugs in and hastily took them out.
"-tell me it doesn't happen! It's too awful, Kaiba!" Tears streamed down Mokuba's cheeks. "Bambi's mummy can't die!"
Kaiba bit back the strong urge to say "She can die, and she deserves it, giving birth to such a horrible little cute creature." And instead he concocted some story about her going away, so that Bambi could grow up on his own. It seemed to cheer Mokuba up.
A voice on the intercom suddenly came through, before Kaiba had the chance to don the earplugs once again.
"We will be arriving shortly. Please make sure you are ready to leave. Thank you, and we hope you enjoyed your flight."
Finally, Kaiba thought. Then he remembered where he was going. This was going to be hell….
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