Yu-gi-oh goes to Disneyland Paris

Chapter 4– The Disneyland Hotel (a.k.a. Kaiba realises he has sex appeal)

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh… or Disneyland Paris.

It's quite embarrassing that I couldn't remember the French word for "Room" for AGES even though I've taken French for 3 years and I'm supposed to be doing a GCSE next year. Eheh…

The plane had landed. Yugi and Anzu were looking forward to the trip, and Yami wasn't too sure what to expect, but hoped he'd enjoy it. Jounouchi and Honda, however, repeatedly grumbled about how rubbish the entire week was going to be, though both of them were secretly longing to go.

Yami Bakura and Yami Malik were only half-awake, and had been practically dragged off the plane. Neither of them aware of what was happening, which was very fortunate in many ways.

The others led the half-drunken Yamis to the baggage collection section of the airport. Unfortunately, the complicated system of conveyer belts that transported belongings from the plane to the baggage section had broken down a few hours before, so getting their things took a lot longer than it should have done. By the time everyone had collected their belongings, most of them were in a bad mood and Jounouchi had run out of different swear words to insult the airport management with.

At last, they escaped from the crowd that had congregated around the broken conveyer belts and went outside to wait for taxis to take them to the hotel (it had turned out that they were all going to stay at the Disneyland Hotel – the one closest to the park)

As they waited outside, shivering from the "cold" temperature, something completely unexpected happened.

A black limousine with the Kaiba Corp logo emblazoned on the side slid up to the sliding doors by the airport. A dark-suited, heavily built man stepped out and went inside.

"What would Kaiba be doing in Paris?" Yami voiced the general opinion.

"Maybe he's trying to do business here." Malik shrugged.

"He's not!" Jounouchi cackled gleefully, as the bodyguard re-emerged accompanying a tired, annoyed Kaiba and Mokuba, who was waving what appeared to be a Disneyland flag. "He's going to Disneyland!"

"Don't look so gleeful, Jounouchi." Yami scolded, though he himself couldn't help a slight smirk at the thought of Kaiba at Disneyland.

Kaiba glanced around furtively, and caught sight of them. His face paled, and he practically jumped into the limousine, to Jounouchi's delight.

"You seem to have cheered up, Jounouchi!" Yugi exclaimed happily. "I knew you'd like it once you got here!"

Ordering the taxi was the next problem. Isis, Malik and Yami Malik didn't appear to have much trouble with their taxi, which set off only a short while after they had flagged it down. Yugi's group, however, were to have no such luck.

The taxi driver didn't speak any Japanese, and it took a while and much consultation from the French phrase book before they made each other understood.

Jounouchi and Honda flatly refused to even attempt a single French word, even though Anzu said that they'd regret not speaking when they couldn't communicate with all the pretty French girls. Jounouchi did look slightly disheartened at this, however.

Anzu did most of the speaking, but Yugi and Ryou helped. Yami had one go, but after seeing the taxi driver's blank expression when he tried "How much to take us to Disneyland?" he went into a major sulk and said nothing else.

Eventually, the message got through, and at long last they were travelling to Disneyland Paris. On the way, they started talking about the hotel.

"How many rooms did we ask for?" Anzu asked.

"Four." Yugi answered, squinting at his brochure. "You get your own room, and the rest of us share."

"I'm not going with Yami Bakura." Yami said instantly. Yami Bakura stirred at the sound of his name, but said nothing. He seemed to be quite absorbed in a dream.

"You can go with me, Jounouchi and Honda can go together and Ryou and Yami Bakura can go together." Yugi said. "Simple."

"Finally." Jounouchi grumbled as they stopped outside the hotel. "I need sleep."

"Bonjour, monsieurs. Et mademoiselle." A porter in a strange (probably Disney-related) costume nodded to them.

"Bonjour." Anzu replied, and explained that they had ordered rooms.

"De quelle nationalité etes-tu?" The man enquired.

"Uh… Nous sommes… er… Japanese?" Anzu ventured.

"Ah! Japanese. I speak a little." The man beamed.

"Oh, good." Anzu sighed with relief.

The guy escorted them to reception. Yugi seemed to be the only one who noticed, but the guy was blatantly eyeing Anzu's chest. Why didn't she realise? She never had any trouble objecting when Jounouchi did it…

Now he was chatting her up, as well. From what Yugi could hear, he was fluent in four languages, practically fluent in two others, spent his spare time playing the cello in professional concerts and also did some part-time work somewhere posh.

Yugi was just beginning to get jealous when suddenly a thought struck him:

If this guy is so talented, what's he doing working at Disneyland Paris?

He felt happy again, convinced that the guy was a fraud, though just a little annoyed that Anzu hadn't found this out yet.

"Your rooms are on the fifth floor." The guy said, flashing them a brilliant smile. "Here are your keys. Would you like me to take you there?"

"No, we'll be fine, thanks." Yugi said, taking the keys.

"Yugi! That wasn't very polite!" Anzu hissed once they were out of earshot. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Anzu. I'm just tired, that's all." Yugi said meekly. "Hey, Bakura, do you need some help?"

Ryou was still dragging Yami Bakura around, as well as all the Bakurae's luggage.

"If you could just take one or two bags…" he said, depositing some at Yugi's feet with a thankful smile. "Maybe we should take the lift…"

Kaiba was beginning to wonder if his translator was cheating him. The man had managed to get the celebrity suite for them, but the room seemed extremely expensive… Five thousand euros for a night? That seemed extortionate, even for the most expensive suite, meals in their own private section of the restaurant, and their own lounge, personal swimming pool and spa.

Ah well. Mokuba seemed to be happy, and Kaiba could always sue the man when he got back to Japan. Honestly, honest slaves- er, assistants – were so hard to find theses days.

"Hey nisama!" Mokuba called from the games room. "The television won't let me play Bambi!"

Kaiba gave a long-suffering sigh. Was it really worth his while to tear himself away from his laptop?

"Wait a moment." He shouted back, grumpily, clicking into his email inbox.

Seven new messages… five from Kaiba Corp, reporting on the current affairs of the company. He'd look at them later.

One was blackmail from one of his former employees, stating that unless Kaiba paid them they would reveal his private and personal details. Kaiba sighed again and deleted it. Human employees were so irritating, always wanting pay rises and bleating about starving children and the like. Kaiba couldn't wait until robots capable of doing a wide range of menial tasks were invented; it would make his life a lot easier.

The last was from someone Kaiba didn't know, so he opened it out of interest, checking that all his firewalls and antivirus software was running before he did so.

Frowning, he checked the email address, his eyes widening slowly as he did so. on earth could that mean? Kaiba wondered. He didn't have a lover; he hadn't even had a girlfriend. In fact, Kaiba realised that he'd never looked at girls in that kind of way.

Yet here was an email from what appeared to be one of many "Kaiba's lovers". How odd.

There was a popup from somewhere. Kaiba looked at it.

This email has been blocked because it contains explicit content. Do you want to continue blocking this email?

Intrigued, Kaiba clicked "no". Just to see what it was.

He read the email, getting more and more surprised with each paragraph.

Dear Kaiby (Do you mind if I call you Kaiby? Well, I don't think you would. You don't in my dreams anyway)

I managed to get your email from someone (I'm not telling you who, they asked me not to) but if it's really you, the money I paid to get it was really worth it!

I just wanted to say, I am your #1 fan! I love you soooo much, and I spend all of my time thinking about you. I have posters of you on my walls, and I learnt how to play Duel Monsters because you do it, and it must be cool. My friends will be so jealous when they find out that I know your email and they don't!

I know that you don't know who I am, but I know everything about you! Well, I'm called Sally, I'm fourteen, and I live on number 25, x road, in Domino City. If you want to visit me you're welcome! I'll be expecting you. ;D

We could do anything you like, because you know I'd do anything for you. We could…

Kaiba read on, completely stunned. This girl was fourteen. Fourteen. Yet her… sexual knowledge was far beyond his; most of the time, he had no idea what she was going on about. Yet, this was creepy. How could thousands of fangirls been tracing his every move without him knowing it? One could be in this room… waiting to pounce…

"KAIBA!"

Kaiba jumped, and span round, terrified.

Mokuba looked annoyed. "You still haven't come. I've been waiting for ages."

He peered with interest at Kaiba's computer screen. "What's that?"

With movements quicker than the speed of light, Kaiba closed the email. "It's nothing for you to see. I'm coming now."

He fixed the television in a daze, still unable to believe that he had fans. Girls who thought he was the sexiest thing on the planet.

Hey, it was disturbing, but at the same time… elating as well.

Hmm... should Kaiba go on some fansites next chapter? That would traumatise him, poor thing, wouldn't it? ;D

Hehe. Reviews, please!