Aquatic Premonitions
Chapter two: Gotta Catch 'em All
Sorry for the wait. I was isolated from the internet. Thank you for the nice reviews though! I love you reviewers! Throws bouquet and all reviewers start beating each other over it Wait! You need to review again before you kill each other! Sorry about the chapter name… it fits. But two things to say before we get started, one: this ain't no Pokémon fic, just to chapter name, two: this ain't no romance fic, in other words… not emphasizing on romantic moments or anything. I'll also try to use as little OCs as possible. I know how annoying it is to read about OCs so I won't use them... 'cept for one or two, because they're needed. You'll see.
Oh yes, as for the symbolic things… too hard… err, confusing. Just forget 'em.
Marik stood up and so did Yami. Yami watched as he changed, his beautiful eyes turned from lavender to bright red. He saw his hair turn slightly darker near the roots. His lips were pale, nearly matching his tanned skin color. (Sorry, I like Marik the way he is in the show; for the most part except for the height thing, but other than that I would never change him. Everyone's going to change, so be prepared. And Marik dyed his hair, just for those who are wondering, he cheated. And whenever you see him normally, he looks like he does in the show, not changed.)
"Didn't change me much," Marik mumbled.
"Marik…" Yami started but Marik looked down.
"Just go away…" Marik looked somewhere else and began to run.
"Marik, wait!" Yami stood up and called, but it was useless.
Yami walked home in despair. Marik was his friend and he hated it when his friends were sad. So, he walked home, ignored Yugi's questions, and flopped into bed. He couldn't sleep so he got up and looked at the computer. On top of it was a spoon.
Why is a spoon sitting here? Yami thought. There is nothing on the desk besides the computer… and a spoon? (And a clock)
Yami picked up the spoon and looked at it. He remembered what Marik had said earlier. You know what, a basic thing to do is go home, get a spoon, and then focus on bending it. If you can't, then I'm wrong and I'm sorry for bothering you. If you can, well, meet me here in a week. He laughed, slightly amused that Marik thought that he had any special power. He was an immortal pharaoh, wasn't that enough?
He laughed at it. He sat there for who knows how long laughing at a spoon. He knew he was going mental. He threw his head back and laughed anyways. But when he looked at the spoon once more, he saw that it was bent.
"What in the…?" Yami was amazed. He had to go and tell Marik about it. He just had to.
He ran outside with the bent spoon. He kept running, unknowing of the men that were following him. He kept running, though he felt a sting in his neck. After awhile of running, things were getting fuzzy. He couldn't move. Everything was spinning. He fell over because he could not balance himself.
NEWPOV
Ryou went downstairs to make his yami breakfast. He had not heard from Yami in two days and Marik was coming over that day. He was going to make breakfast for everyone. Well, as if he had a choice, if he didn't make breakfast his yami would kill him.
"Ryou, I'm hungry!" Bakura called. He came running down the elegant stairway and wrapped his arms around his hikari.
"I know Bakura, I'm making…" Ryou stopped in middle sentence to yawn, "… breakfast right now…"
"Hurry up…" he whined.
Bakura suddenly lost interest and wandered away. He sat on the couch and flipped through the channels on the TV. When breakfast was almost done Ryou heard a knock on the door.
"Bakura, could you please get that?" he yelled.
His yami mumbled something slightly annoyed and got off the couch. Marik was standing at the door, paler than usual. Of course, Bakura dragged him in to watch TV with him. Ryou finished breakfast and brought it out.
"Thanks Ryou," Marik said and took the food.
"Gimme!" Bakura took another plate and ate with his face and not his hands.
"Well, I'm sorry for his bad manors, he won't listen when I give him lessons." Ryou sighed.
They all ate; Ryou and Marik ate with exceptionally good manners, Bakura with none at all. After they were finished eating, Ryou took the plates and left Marik and Bakura.
"You're seriously kidding me about the whole mystical power thing, right?" Bakura asked.
"No, not really,"
Ryou returned and they talked for awhile. After talking Marik had to leave. He left with an odd sense that he would not see them for awhile. He shuddered at the thought. Then he headed off to his safe house.
"Hey, look at pretty boy," called a voice. Marik whirled around. He was almost to his safe house. Why now?
"What do you want?" Marik snapped.
"Oh, we just want some shopping money…" Marik saw the gang of boys come closer to him.
"Well, you're hitting on the wrong guy." Marik retorted. "I have no money."
"That's what they all say," said a blonde, buff guy. "But we never believe them."
Fear,
I feel fear,
Save me,
It's controlling me,
Make it stop,
It hurts.
"STOP!" Marik cried. On his forehead glowed the Eye of Horus.
"Whoa, this dude is freaky…" said the leader.
But Marik was far from over. His eyes glowed red, his fangs increased their length. He hissed at them. He suddenly wanted to drink their blood, not for the flavor, but for the thought of revenge. They scared him, don't they deserve death? They were going to touch his most valuable possession. And take it.
"Burn in hell!" he yelled and they were caught on fire.
Marik stumbled to the safe house. He used too much energy and he knew it. He walked into an abandoned shack and opened the door to underneath. It was a small, cold cellar but at least no one knew about it. He threw his bag to the side and collapsed.
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Bakura was in his room listening to music when his hikari came to get him. His hikari was getting groceries and Bakura was supposed to come with him. So they went down stairs and were captured. The world began to spin and for Bakura and Ryou, it was lights out.
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Marik woke up, feeling that something had changed. He felt recharged and emotionless. That was a good thing, since for some reason strong emotions were set off when he met the gangsters. Oddly enough they weren't his.
"Oh…" he stretched and cracked his back.
He left. He decided to leave his bag there since he didn't want to endanger his computer. He walked off to Bakura's.
When he got there, it seemed like no one was there. The car was there. The door was open. Some items were discarded on the floor. Marik walked over to a wall and began hitting his head on it.
"Why? Why me?" he kept repeating. "Wait a sec, they might come back. Oh shit!"
Marik ran out of the house, shut and locked the door and then ran away. He ran towards the Kaiba mansion, where he knew Seto would be today.
NEWPOV
Now Seto Kaiba was a very respectable person. And as a respectable person he could never see himself get wasted. Well, perhaps it was the fact that Seto himself could never see it because it did happen and he had the worst hangover he would probably ever have.
"Oh…" Seto leaned over the toilet and puked. I shouldn't have to deal with this! I can pay someone to suffer for me! Wait… I'm not thinking straight. Can't go to school today…
"Mr. Kaiba, are you okay?" someone called from the door.
"Yeah just-" he began to puke again. "Fine…" This is going to be a long day. "Can you get me an Aspirin, Aleve, or something like that? I've got a bad headache." I'm so fucked up that I'm being polite. How wonderful.
"Right away," Seto was sure the girl ran off in fear that he was not the real Kaiba.
Seto got up and wiped the excess puke from his mouth. He started to brush his teeth so that the flavor would go away. Luckily it did and he finally left the bathroom. A pill and a glass of water were sitting on his bedside. He was grateful for that because unlike the awful taste of puke and alcohol, the headache had not gone away.
"Disgusting, me getting drunk? Pathetic." Seto scoffed at himself.
Seto did one thing that he had truly never done before in his life. He turned on the TV and began watching it. Once he realized that he had done this, he quickly shut off the wrenched thing and opened his laptop.
"Seto…" a voice called. He hated being called by his first name. Seto looked to the source and saw a tanned Egyptian boy leaning on the door frame.
"Mr. Kaiba!" someone random man pushed Marik out of the doorway. I have to give that guy a raise. Kaiba thought. "The computers have gone haywire!" Okay I take that back. "Ever since this morning they've been electrocuting people!" Cool, I'll have to send one to Yugi, Wheeler…
"Well, hire someone to fix it!" Seto yelled.
"Yes Mr. Kaiba." The man gave Marik an odd look and then rushed out of the room.
"So," Marik walked over to Seto's bed and fell onto it, "had a headache lately?" Seto's eyes widened.
"Stay out of my head you freak!" Seto grabbed his head and screwed his shut.
"Oh Seto…" Marik took this time to yawn loudly. "Don't you know I haven't slept in two days? Nor have I bathed." Seto wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"I hate it when people beg for things" Seto sighed. "What's wrong with where you live?"
"Had a bad run in with a few people, and anyways I can show you a few pointers on some stuff…" Marik lazily opened one eye at Seto.
"I am not a freak like you!" Seto yelled, outraged. The TV turned on and started showing freaky images.
"Do that again." Marik said, opening the other eye and sitting up.
"You like it when I yell at you, do you, well-" he was interrupted by the TV exploding.
"What did I tell you?"
"Shut up."
"Will you give me a room?"
"If you'll stop gloating, and don't catch anything on fire, either." Seto got up and talked to a butler who led Marik to his room.
Marik gratefully accepted it and immediately took a long and luxurious bath. After he had his bath he changed into some comfortable clothes that Seto 'gave' him. He fell asleep easily with nice dreams.
Lucky him.
He was the only one with nice dreams.
When he woke up feeling refreshed he flicked on the TV and started to watch it. Soon enough Seto came in.
"Okay, spill it." He said and sat down on the bed near Marik.
"Spill what?" Marik asked, eyes glued to the TV. Seto grabbed the remote and violently turned it off.
"How and what the fuck these powers are? Why are things exploding and electrocuting employees?" Marik rolled over on his back.
"Oh, it's because you are feeling strong emotions, such as anger, all the time. Maybe you have a headache, I don't know. Whatever it is, it's something mental. As for what your powers are, I have no clue."
"You act all-"
"I know how I act! I know some things, not everything." Marik explained. "Just stop, there's something not right…"
"Huh?" Seto asked, not understanding.
"Shut up!"
Marik heard cries for help mentally. He knew that they were Yami's somehow. He sensed extreme fear.
"Stop it!" he heard Seto scream.
Marik smelled smoke. A small fire was burning. Seto's eyes were going to pop out of his head. Marik walked over to the small fire and blew it out.
"Sorry 'bout that. I'm feeling strong emotions from someone." Marik returned to his spot on the bed.
"I though you…" Seto stuttered.
"I can't control this."
"As much as I don't believe that, go on to whatever's wrong with me, how I can cure it... and if you mention the words destiny, fate or the phrase 'in Ancient Egypt…' you will die. Well, that's an understatement." Seto glared at Marik.
"Well, you can't cure this ghastly disease-"
"Can you stop doing that with your hands?"
"Fine, but you can't get rid of it. And if you don't use it then it can build up and destroy many things at once."
"And how do I use powers that blow up electronics when I work in KAIBA CORP?" Seto screamed.
"There are advantages to controlling what you have. Do you want me to tell you what you have?" Marik asked, his lavender eyes widening.
"Shoot."
"Well, at first it looks like Electrokinesis, but after I thought about it then it seemed more like Magnokinesis. Magnokinesis is the ability to control electric or magnetic fields."
"And what am I supposed to do with that?"
"Figure out something, you're supposed to be the genius, am I right? Speaking of genius, I'm supposed to be thinking up an ingenious plan to save Yami, Bakura, and Ryou. So far I have none." Marik sighed.
"Well, you do that then. Just remember, leave ASAP."
"I will." Marik promised and Seto left the room. "Don't worry, after I make a few phone calls then I will go."
Marik picked up one of Seto's phones and did the most regretful thing that he had ever done before… he called Jou. Yes, he called Jou and told him to meet him at the coffee shop. As much as they didn't want to see each other, it was dire.
Marik left the Kaiba mansion fully refreshed. He started to the regular coffee shop. He caught sight of a blonde-haired-brown-eyed Jou sitting there with a small cup of coffee.
"Okay psycho, what do ya want?" Jou growled.
"I know you haven't forgotten the Battle City Finals and all but I have something important to say." Marik casually sat down across from Jou.
"Does it have anything to do with Yami? He's gone you know, and poor Yugi is distraught."
"That's what I've been trying to-"
"Okay, what'd you do to Yami, punk?" Jou grabbed Marik's white t-shirt.
"Nothing, I tried to warn him but they got him." Jou let go and Marik gasped for breath.
"Who?" he demanded.
"American…" Marik looked at a man dressed in all black in sunglasses. "Follow me." Marik started to run away and Jou got up and followed him.
"What the hell? Americans? Why would they want Yami?" Jou rasped as he followed Marik. For someone his size, he can sure run fast. I mean, he's so scrawny you think he'd snap in half if you touched him.
"Americans…" he panted, "want Yami…" he panted again. He tried to talk but he kept hyperventilating instead.
"Here,"
Jou stopped so that Marik could climb on his back. Marik tentatively looked back to see one lone man chasing them. He hastily climbed on Jou's back. Once he caught his breath he began talking again.
NEWPOV
Yami was pacing in his cell. He had been questioned and tested many times for many things, but ultimately he had not known for what. He had heard rumors from guards that Bakura and Ryou had arrived there. He had also made friends with the guard in the three days that he had been held captive there.
"So, can you tell me about the white haired boys?" Yami walked up and causally asked the guard. The brunette sighed heavily.
"You know my job is at stake when I do this." The brown eyed man looked Yami in the eyes. "But, you're in a worse situation. So, what I heard was there names were something that started with a 'b' and it sounded funky…"
"Bakura and Ryou Bakura?"
"Yeah."
"They're here too? Oh…" Yami stopped himself from letting out a stream of curse words. FUCK! Shit! Why in the hell did Marik let them get here? Fucking slacker! Oh, he's my friend and I guess he tried.
(The guard knows Japanese because he needs to know if Yami needs anything without the use of a translator and just for other purposes… it would just be a lot easier if the guard knew if Yami needed food or to go to the bathroom without having to get a translator… blah and it'll save the US government money… greedy bastards.)
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Marik directed Jou down twisting alleys and so forth until the strange man was gone. Then Marik directed Jou to his cellar. There he explained everything else to Jou. Jou agreed to help him, and to house him. Even though he had despised him that morning Jou was completely ready to take him into his house.
I guess that's the effect I have on people. I knew I shouldn't have told him to look me straight into the eyes. Hypnotism is such a great trick. Marik thought happily to himself as Jou walked him to his house.
"Sorry it's not that big." Jou said as they approached an apartment complex close to his own.
"That's okay." Marik was about to say something like his wasn't any bigger, but he abruptly stopped himself.
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Seto looked into the mirror. Is that a gray hair? He thought to himself. He picked at a small silver hair and ripped it out, wincing. There we go, not going gray early. Wait, is that another one? He quickly ripped out another hair. He sighed to himself and waited for the pain to go. He walked out of his bathroom and flopped down on his king sized bed and shut his cold blue eyes. So tired… must work…
"Seto! Seto wake up!" he heard a voice.
Whoever this is is going to be fired. Seto thought angrily before wrenching open his eyes to see a boy with long black hair.
"Mokuba? What are you doing here?" Seto mumbled as Mokuba's smiling face came into vision.
"I just wanted to see my big brother! Oh, cool hair!"
"Huh?"
"It's all silvery and stuff."
Seto felt his hair and then got up and stumbled into the bathroom. He gasped at what he saw.
His hair had large silver streaks in it.
His hair looked as if he had aged forty years.
Was he really Rumplestiltzken in disguise?
"What the fuck?" he felt his hair. Is this one of Marik's tricks?
"Are you okay Seto?" Mokuba called.
"Yeah, just fine! Just a freaky dye job that's all! Nothing to worry about." Don't want poor Moky to worry now do we?
"Okay, going to play some video games. Bye, see ya later!" Mokuba called and ran off.
"What in the hell am I gonna do about this?" Seto mumbled to himself.
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"So, Yami has been kidnapped by the American government and being held captive who-knows-where as well as Bakura and his yami?" Jou asked.
"Yeah, and I don't know how to get him back. I know I can't do it alone."
"So that's why you called."
"Um… duh." Marik sighed and sunk his head low. "Hey, got an idea! I'll try to contact Yami. Maybe he'll talk back."
"Contact him?"
"Yeah,"
"And how are you supposed to…?"
"Shh!"
Yami, can you hear me? There was a long pause.
Yes.
Okay good, I need you to tell me where you are.
Well, I'm on a boat.
Description please.
It's really big with American letters on it.
That's better. I need to think, I'll talk to you later.
Wait! The ship says that they leave in two days after they get RF69! I don't know who that is but you might!
"Okay, a boat… meet me back here tomorrow." Marik said and anxiously ran out of the room.
"Huh… what?" but Marik had already raced out the door.
(why he left no one knows… he needed some thinking time…)
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Uhg, this hair makes me look old… I'm not there yet. I did have that wrinkle removed that time… stop thinking about that.
Seto paced his room. His mind was in turmoil. He couldn't think to work so therefore this was pointless.
"Seto!" Seto snapped out of his stupor.
"Ishtar? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Now, now Seto watch your language!" Marik wagged a finger at him.
"And you're one to talk, Ishtar." Seto glared at Marik. "Why are you here?"
"Just 'cause, I thought you'd like to know you're next on the hit list. By the way, nice hair. Who did it?"
"You fag, no one did this, well, you did this, didn't you? Make it go away!" Seto wrapped his fingers around Marik's throat.
"No…" Marik choked.
"Then who did it? Santa Clause?" Seto said sarcastically. "It couldn't just appear now could it?"
"I'm saying that, I'm saying something messed up in your body so that it made it that way." Marik looked at Seto and thought about dashing for the door.
"What? What could have fucked with my body? You, Ishtar?"
"Just… okay I came here to warn you, not talk about your hair. There's some people coming to try to kidnap you, okay? Update your security systems and be careful." Marik looked into Seto's deep blue eyes with his (what Seto saw) lavender ones.
"Why?" Marik looked at him again and then left the room. "Wait stupid, where are you going?"
"What do you care?"
"Well, I want to know, I don't really care."
"To my little shack, that's where." (Stupid! Did you forget about Jou?)
"Oh well, if you know so much why aren't you being held hostage and questioned?" Seto cocked a perfectly waxed (sorry Happyham for taking that description… I love it though, that description belongs to Happyham) eyebrow.
"I've avoided them, partially by living in places such as shacks but hey, you have to do whatever to live, right?"
"Yes, but, just… stay here. I think I'm starting to believe you now. I still don't believe in fate or destiny but maybe this power is real… just, keep my conscious clean Ishtar and stay here." (Does he even have a conscious? Dunno, but there has to be a way for this to happen. Hypnosis… that's what Marik probably did.) Seto frowned at Marik but Marik took this as a gesture to stay. He nodded and left the room.
That night Marik took a shower and went to sleep in total relaxation. He felt bad not knowing if Yami or Ryou or Bakura felt the same way…
NEWPOV
Yami laid down in his white bed. The place they had given him was pretty nice. It was a white room with white things in it, extra clothes, and even a slit in the door to talk to his friend through.
"Hey," Yami lifted his head and walked towards the slit.
"Yeah?" Yami asked groggily.
"Oh, never mind, sorry I thought it was something important. Go back to sleep."
"I was planning." Yami flopped back down on his bed and his mind wandered until he fell asleep…
Meanwhile at the main headquarters…
"But I want him! He's got charisma." A lady in her early thirties shouted at two older looking men.
"But Lt. August, he's just a weak pyro who can barely control his powers." One of the men said. August flipped back her long red hair and tied it into a ponytail.
"So? With training he can become better. And anyways, I need a new pet, he'll work well." She smiled an evil smile.
"Pet? I thought that the United States government didn't like…"
"I don't care what they like or not, in AH Island I can do whatever I like with him." she smiled again and stared at the men with her cold gray eyes. "And we're not leaving without him."
The next morning with Marik…
Marik yawned, stretched, and then looked at the time. He cursed some and then got up. He quickly threw on some clothes that Seto provided for him. He grabbed his backpack and ran as fast as he could to Jou's house. Jou was waiting outside for him as well as Téa, Tristan, and Duke. Marik rolled his eyes.
"Jou, can I talk to you alone?" Marik asked not giving Jou a chance and yanking him in an alley. "Why in the hell did you them along?" Marik hissed.
"They're Yami's friends too, why shouldn't they help?" Jou argued. Marik looked him with malice in his eyes. Then Marik sighed.
"As long as they don't get in the way." Marik looked down.
"Thanks Marik… you know for helping us." Marik blushed.
"Well, he's my friend too." Was all he said as they left the alley.
"So, do you know where he's being held captive?" Téa asked. Marik mumbled something uncomprehensionble.
"So, let's take my car." Jou said and ignored Marik's unknown comment. "Okay, but three people will have to squeeze in the back and Marik will be up front."
Everyone piled into Joey's beat-up Mercury. Jou drove where Marik said that would be. They parked the car some streets over and walked to the boat. Marik talked to random people about the boat while the others goggled at it.
"I heard that it was suicide to even try to get in that boat." A man said. "It's so damn heavily guarded that anyone in the right mind would go within a ten foot radius."
Marik sighed. This is going to be hard.
NEWPOV
Ryou Bakura sat there on his white bed, staring at the white wall in deep concentration. He was trying to focus on reading a guard's mind. It was slightly hard with Bakura constantly talking to him. Well, it's his fault that he ditched his body and went back into the ring. Damn him. Ryou thought angrily.
And then I cheated on my wife for the fifth time… said a new voice as he entered his mind.
Well, this is getting slightly depressing. Ryou sighed both mentally and physically.
Something wrong? Bakura asked.
Nothing, now please, I need some alone time.
Fine, be that way…
Ryou sighed again and started to listen to the endless blur of the man's voice pouring out his heart to some unknown voice.
NEWPOV
Marik was tired. He had been talking to people all day and he had lost Jou, Duke, and Tristan so now he was stuck with Téa. He had a minor headache but nothing major.
"Come on Téa, let's go." Marik said finally, halfway shutting his eyes.
"But what about the others?" Téa asked.
"We'll find 'em, or they'll come back." Marik yawn and started to walk back.
"You could stay at my…" Téa's voice trailed off.
"You really want me to?" Marik cocked an eyebrow.
"It's close and I know you're tired…" Téa tried again to be polite.
"Tell me really, do you want me at your house?"
Téa looked at the ground and blushed.
"I thought so…" Marik felt bad that he was embarrassing her and sighed. "Is your couch comfortable?" Téa smiled.
"Even better, my parents are gone and they have a queen sized bed." She started to walk off.
"Great," Marik muttered, half asleep closing his eyes halfway.
NEWPOV
Seto walked over to the TV and placed his hand on the bubble surrounding it. He willed it to move and it did as he willed it to. The TV then exploded. Seto began to laugh at this.
"Seto?" Mokuba shook his brother's arms. "Why's the TV blown up? Why are you drooling?"
"Huh? Moky? What're you eating… moldy cookie cheese?" Seto drooled some more and then fell over on the floor.
"Seeeetoooo!" Mokuba called but his brother was asleep on the floor in a puddle drool.
When Seto woke up he had a minor headache and the TV in his new room had exploded. This was most certainly not going to be his day. He got up, changed and then got ready to work. He started on his boring work, fell asleep twice and then decided he needed to do something since his mind was in turmoil.
So, Seto hopped on his conveniently placed motorcycle and took a ride. He rode down the street and found Marik walking with a girl from his school whose name he couldn't remember.
"What the hell are you doing, Ishtar?" he yelled over the motor and then shut the bike off. Marik's eyes got all wide and sparkly.
"You have a motorcycle?" he asked dreamily, petting it.
"Yes," Seto answered, loving the fact that this was tormenting Marik.
"It's my life's goal to get a motorcycle." Marik said dazed, still petting the motorcycle.
"Um… that's a strange life goal then…" Seto was now weirded out.
"I love you, motorcycle." Marik hugged the black, shiny, Harley. (My fav!)
"Err… Ishtar, remove yourself from my motor…" Seto sighed. He kicked at Marik who ignored him and kept drooling on the motorcycle. "Ish… tar…" Seto's eyes faded into blank blue orbs and he collapsed onto his Harley.
"Seto?" Marik stopped his drooling to look at Seto.
"I think he's… hey, what's that?" Téa pointed to a small tranquilizer sticking out of Seto's neck. Marik paled. (Like you could notice but…)
Marik kicked Seto away from the bike and hopped on it himself. He motioned for Téa to hop on the back. She obeyed and Marik started the motorcycle and sped off. Only once he was on the highway did he look back to see two other motorcyclists following.
"Fuck! Dammit! Why me?" Marik moaned to himself.
The two motorcyclists were catching up to him. He cursed some more and then tried to lose them at an exit, but unfortunately they followed him.
The crazy blonde Egyptian sped through a red light narrowly missing two other cars. The two motorcyclists pierced through the cars and created hazards for drivers to avoid.
Marik looked down at his gas tank. It was almost empty. Damn that Seto, he can afford it but somehow he knew that this was going to happen. Marik thought angrily.
Worse now, cops were following him. With them and their loud flashing lights he'd never escape. It began to rain and Téa started crying into his back. He felt sorry for her and that this was his fault, but if he had left her behind she could have leaked information and plus… they would have got her.
Fucking American government.
"Marik, are they going to catch us?" Téa asked softly, well, softly because Marik could barely hear her over the motor.
"Most likely,"
"What will they do to us?"
"Nothing to you," Marik answered.
The motorcycle swerved and Marik and Téa flew off. None were seriously hurt since the motorcycle wasn't going that fast and they fell in a puddle in a ditch. (It had been raining before if I remember correctly.)
The cops stopped as well as the Americans. The cops ran to Marik and Téa and one quickly pinned down Marik. The other cop helped Téa up and started asking her questions in whether Marik kidnapped her or not.
He couldn't breathe.
Marik started kicking as the cop unknowingly shoved his face in a puddle.
He couldn't hold his breath for much longer.
He was going limp; it had been at least twenty seconds since he had last had a breath.
His lungs were on fire.
"Hey, what's wrong with him?" asked a cop in a blurring voice.
It was seconds until he would pass out.
"Look at his face! (That was a command there.) He's not breathing!"
They finally pulled Marik up to look at his face. Marik slowly opened his eyes and took deep breaths.
"Okay dude, sorry about that but, why were you speeding?" asked a particularly pudgy cop.
"He was running from us," said a motorcyclist walking up to the cops. "He belongs to us and he got away."
"Oh, well…"
These cops were young and inexperienced so they did not know how to handle a situation like this. Usually they both had older cops with them who would know but on that particular day both older cops happen to be sick. Marik sensed disorder and indecision in their minds.
"No, I don't belong to them! They lie!" Marik hissed.
"I think you guys will have to fill out some paper… work…" the cop's eyes glazed over. "Take him and the girl."
"That's what I thought. Hypnotism is so handy." One motorcyclist laughed.
"I agree," said the other grabbing Téa roughly.
They tied their hands around their own (the American's) waists and then sped off on their motorcycles, leaving the cops to work out what just happened. The Americans obeyed all traffic laws as they headed back to the ship. Marik was surprised to see as they passed no cops, but this was also very disappointing because the cops would have helped.
Damn. Fuck. This of all times. And they got Seto too. Marik thought sadly as the motorcycle sped past a large truck.
It wasn't long before they reached the ship. To Marik's horror they dragged him inside and threw him into a random cell, separating him from Téa. I could have at least talked to her.
He stood up and dusted himself off. He surveyed his surroundings angrily and to his disgust found an American flag. He angrily stared at it and watched as a small flame started in the middle. He silently laughed to himself and sat down in his white bed. Any minute now they would come running in and try to put it out.
NEWPOV
Yami stood up. He had heard yelling of 'FIRE!' and smelled smoke. He hoped that Marik hadn't been caught but so far the hope looked as if it were being smothered out.
The boat lurched forward and he fell over. The new guard made a grunting noise, probably asking if he was alright. He grunted back in the same manner and then returned to his seat on his white bed. He sighed.
To his dismay the boat had begun to move. He heard the horn sound. Damn them. Well, maybe they did catch Marik.
Sorry! I promise more Yami scenes for the Yami fans out there… it's just so hard throwing my fav character in there without making him important… like I said more. Bad Marik! Sit boy! (Gotta love dog-boy Inu, he's just so cute!)