I made an oopsie and started calling Yami "violet-eyed" and Bakura "red-eyed" at a few points. Bah. I'm sorry! I've looked through this, but if I wanna find them to correct them, I think I'm going to have to re-read this thing for the third time. X.x And, uh. I'd love it if you guys helped me out, instead? Like, pointed out where the mistakes are? Love you guyssss.
.: Chapter seventeen - Houston, We Have a Problem :.
Bakura sucked on his finger, tongue nursing the little prick that had been put in his skin by a needle. He had a pretty good idea of what they were doing, but he still didn't like being fucking stabbed without warning. He and Yami were both lucky to be placed in an empty cell, Mariku being the only one who was having to share with someone else. And that someone else looked quite intimidating, too.
"Yami," he called, seeing the prince look up from his spot. "We have to get out of here, and off this damn planet."
The shorter of the two nodded, eyes dim. "I know, but we don't have our luggage, and we don't have any way to get out of here. It's not like we could communicate with these people and tell them to let us out." He eyed a guard who sat at the table at the end of the row of prison blocks, reading some kind of erotic magazine. Yami made a face, his hands tightening around the bars. "I doubt it'd make much difference if we could, anyway," he muttered distastefully.
"Humans suck!" Mariku screamed loudly, busy kicking at the man who was trying to grab him and drag him to the ground. "They're disgusting, and grabby, and this one's trying to touch me in bad ways!" But he suddenly paused, looking thoughtful. "But Pretty-Malik's not bad like the others. Pretty-Malik is definitely –" But he never got to finish his sentence as his leg was gripped in a vice-like manner and he was yanked from his place on the bunk, letting out a squawk of surprise and fright. "Yami! Baku! Help!" But it didn't look like he needed too much at all, seeing as how he was holding his own at wrestling his cell mate. He actually had him pinned a few times, too, but after several moments, he had his head slammed against the ground, stunning him. The man above him grinned and began to start undoing the jeans Mariku was wearing.
It was then that Bakura started shouting, trying to get someone's attention. What the hell had gone so wrong along the way to make a human act like this! But the guard merely glanced up from his magazine in a bored manner, before snorting and going back to his "reading". Yami was left in the dark aside from the words exchanged. He had no idea what was going on, except that maybe Mariku was getting beat up.
Bakura looked to the prince, but couldn't really explain what was happening. They didn't have a word for rape in their language. The white-haired male turned, seeing the knobs on the faucet by the toilet were loose. He ran over to them and then back to the bars after he managed to pull it off and threw it at the cell where Mariku was about to be defiled in the worst possible way. But at the last possible second, the metal knob bounced off the bars of the others' cage and rolled along the floor over the Yami. The red-eyed man reached out and grabbed it, before throwing it as hard as he could at the guard, hitting him right on the face. He did not look too happy about that, either. He stood up and started walking over to the prince's cell, looking ready to strike him or something along those lines, when Bakura started shouting at him and pointing into the tanned male's direction. The guard smacked Yami's bars hard with his magazine before turning to the cell with all the action going on in it.
"Cut it out, both of you! I'll get the taser out if you don't behave!"
But his threat went mostly unnoticed as Mariku suddenly regained his control and grabbed the gruff criminal's face, digging his nails into the other's flesh, before kicking him off and rolling over on top of him, giving back a little of what he'd gotten; a nice hit to the head with concrete.
The guard, angered more than before, opened up the cell and pulled his taser from his belt, turning it on and was about to send a big electric volt through the blonde when the said Althasian turned and leapt at the officer, who moved out of the way just in time to avoid being attacked. By the time the regained his wits and tried to rectify this problem, Mariku was already down to the other end of the hall, opening up the door that lead to the rest of the station and bolting out. The guard ran after him, yelling that there was a breakout (after locking Mr. Steroid-Rapist back in his cell).
Yami and Bakura were somewhat stunned, and ignored the guy left alone, holding his face and cussing angrily. They both looked at each other. How long would it take for Mariku to get caught again? And would he really leave them both here, stuck in prison? It was then that Bakura's eyes widened, and he pointed down at Yami's feet. "Look!" he gasped. The shorter followed the advice, and stepped back, even more surprised than before. He and Bakura both made eye contact again and grinned.
"The transmitter!" they called in unison. Yami bent down and grabbed it, pressing a button on it and holding it down. "Chief! Someone; anyone! Answer me!" There was nothing but static, and his heart suddenly dropped into his stomach. No, they had to receive this message. They had to! He was about to let out a desperate and frustrated sound, when he got a broken up reply.
"Yami? We've been...trying to con...act you for days!"
"YES!" Bakura screamed, kicking the bars happily.
Yami couldn't help the happy smile that was spread out over his face as he answered. "Sorry, it's a long story. But now's not the time, we need you to transport us back!" There were several crackles, before the other's voice came through once again.
"Repeat that? There's too much static."
Feeling his eye twitch up in annoyance, Yami, this time joined by Bakura, shouted, "GET US HOME!"
"Geez! No need to scream so loud! It'll take a few minute...to heat up the machine, and then we'll need...o pinpoint you three... Stay together, and make sure you're touchingཀ We..on't want something ...ing wr..."
The message was now getting too broken up to understand. Yami turned off the transmitter and sighed in relief. They would be going back. They didn't have their things, but those could be replaced. Wait... His eyes widened slightly. He and Bakura had to be touching? He and the white-haired man looked at each other. Then their gazes fell to the five-foot gap between them.
Fuck.
"Hey, try to meet me half-way!" Bakura called, reaching out his arm. Yami banged his head against the bars a few times.
"But what about Mariku?" he asked. The brown-eyed male shrugged.
"You win some, you lose some," he replied, and promptly got the transmitter thrown at his face. He dodged it just in time to miss getting his nose crushed, and shot a glare at the other. "Bastard."
"Come on, Bakura, we have to find a way out of..." The prince's eyes trailed over to the other cells around them, noticing that one of the men, who was eyeing them, had a strange object of sorts in his hand. He didn't particularly like the look, either. The guy was physically gross, and had yellow teeth. But whatever it was that he was holding... It looked like he had to have snuck that in. The red-eyed male glanced down at it, before making eye contact with the other, lifting his hand to point at it questioningly.
The said man raised an eyebrow and grinned, as if he knew all the secrets of the world, and then placed the contraption around on of the bars and tried with all his might to try to... cut the bar? But it wasn't working. He continued to try, his face reddening and a vein lifting up on his bald head, but he stopped when Bakura started laughing at him. It was the kind of laugh meant to piss someone off, because everyone and their dog knew you were laughing at THEM. The man let out a growl of rage and started screaming at the white-haired male, who's eyes widened and he quickly backed away from the bars as the thing was thrown at him. It hit the bars and fell loudly to the ground, though. A sickening grin slid across the pale Althasian's lips as he reached out and grabbed it, pulling it into his cell.
Perfect.
Yami eyed him with an unsure look. Bakura shrugged. "The idiot was using it wrong," he said nonchalantly. The said guy was reaching for it, and screaming what must have been something akin to "Give it back!" Bakura did nothing of the sorts, however, and simply smirked smugly and moved to work on getting out.
"How do you know how to use that?" Yami asked, watching the whole thing closely. The other shrugged again.
"I thought it was obvious how it works by just looking at it," he replied before a loud CLANK rung throughout the prison block. Everything got quiet for a bit, before most fo the inmates started shouting or trying to look at who was actually breaking out. Three more pronounced sounds later, and Bakura, with his slim body, slid his way out. He had sliced the bars only two feet off the ground, so he had to crawl out, but he did make it. He stood and dusted off his bright orange uniform (God, the color pissed him off to no end – he wanted his clothes back!), before walking over to Yami, who looked so hopeful in that moment.
Then Bakura turned at the last second and started making his way towards the doors that lead out. Yami growled and shook his fist at his "friend". "Bastard! Let me out!" The other paused, and then seemed to think hard over this, before he turned back and, grinning widely, and started working on getting the prince out. It didn't take too awful long until Yami was standing in front of the taller male, glaring. "I should have you thrown back in there for that one."
"Psht, you wish. But you need me too much," the other shot back, batting his long lashes at Yami. The said red-eyed alien snorted and went to grab the only means of communication with their home they had. It was then he noticed something in the reflection of the metal on the transmitter. Slowly, he turned his head up to the ceiling and saw a security camera staring right back at him.
"Bakura?"
"What, now, Mr. Bitchfit?"
"...How about we run?"
"Wha –... oh."
A pause.
"Yeah, that sounds pretty good right about now."
The door had never been opened that fast. The only evidence that they had ever been there were the signs of escape and the device used to get them out, which was just five inches too far for the man who'd "given" it to them to reach.
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Mariku hadn't made it too far before he was tackled and dragged to the ground, struggling all the way. They had started putting cuffs on him again, and the men doing so asked their boss if they could get a muzzle and straight jacket for the freak. It was at the point that a man ran up, quite out of breath and looking more than a little unnerved.
"S-sir!" he gasped, looking at the officer who had been so involved in all of this (and had his badge stolen somewhere in there). He cast a weary and fearful glance at Mariku before he held up several papers of the tests that he had run on the three's blood to hopefully identify them. But he had gotten results that were definitely not what he had been expecting. "Sir, their... their DNA, it's not... it's not human."
There was stunned, horrified silence, broken only by Mariku grunts as he struggled fruitlessly. No one knew what to say, and it became ever so obvious about the tanned male's pointed ears and teeth and strange language.
"There's no way that test could have been wrong?"
"N-no sir, we..."
But he never got the chance to finish his sentence, seeing as how they were suddenly pushed to the side and Mariku was ripped out from under the men holding him down, Yami having taken the blonde's left arm and Bakura his right, both practically carrying their companion as they ran like the felt they never had before.
"Hey! Stop them!" the chief shouted and reached down for his gun, only to find the screws had been taken out and the head of the gun thudded to the floor. "Fuck!" he screamed, looking down at his dismembered firearm. First his badge, now this!
---
Not really sure how they had managed to not get caught, the three made their way through the building, having gotten lost more then three times now. Then again, it wasn't like they really knew their way around the building in the first place. But as long as they just stayed together and kept contact...
Panting, Yami and Bakura leaned against the door, making sure that if the occupants of the police station did find them that they wouldn't be able to get in without a rather obnoxious fight. But after looking up, the tri-color-haired male's face dropped in something almost akin to disbelief when he spotted Mariku, having found a computer, was typing away frantically. "Mariku," he began, not exactly sure what the other was doing. "Now's not..."
"I'm hacking!" the blonde chirped happily, speaking as normally as if he were talking about a favorite pastime or place to eat.
Oh. So the idiot was up to it again...
"Mariku, that didn't even work a first time–"
"Not doing that," Mariku replied, not caring that he just interrupted the prince. "Doing a favor," he continued, not once taking his eyes from his work (though he occasionally glanced from the screen to the keyboard a few times). Bakura raised an eyebrow, but before either he or Yami had a chance to ask what "favor" he was doing, there was yelling outside of the door. Deafening silence filled the room and the air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breath. But after a few incoherent shouts, the sound of feet stomping down the hallway outside their door seemed painfully loud, and then it began to fade. Yami let out a sigh of relief, while Bakura's body just relaxed.
"Done," Mariku chirped from directly over the shortest male's shoulder. With a sharp gasp, Yami jerked away, just managing to strangle a yelp.
"Mariku!" he hissed angrily, his voice an angry hiss. What would have happened if the other had startled him bad enough to shout? That would surely get them caught. "Don't do that!"
Bakura cleared his throat. "Someone's got to go out there and make sure everything's clear. I vote Yami."
"Second it," Mariku replied without any hesitation.
"Wha– hey!" the prince cried. Why the hell was he being volunteered? "I'm hardly sneaky! That's Bakura's area." Here, he shot a nasty look at the white-haired male, who rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I'll do it, you spineless curd."
Yami just watched him with an agitated stare. Oh, he would pay once they got home... But then he paused. Wait, if the three of them just had to stay together and in one spot, not moving, why not stay in this room? "Why do we even have to leave?"
Bakura turned, giving the prince a look. "I don't know about you, but I think it's a lot more entertaining to do something that just sit in this musty old room and wait." So it was a game to him, then? Bakura usually wasn't completely well in the head, but Yami had hoped he had at least enough sense to realize when they should just quit. "But what do you think will happen when they find us in here? And they will, you know. Do you think they'll just let us stay together, just because we seem to want to? It's not like we could tell them we have to be touching, anyway."
Oh. The shorter's face grew grim. That was a very strong point. But there was still a chance that they would stay hidden long enough... Though, it was a very slim chance. The violet-eyed male nodded, realizing that they really did only have one shot, now. The paler man turned and quietly opened the door just a crack at first, peeking out into the hallway. After seeing no one, he opened it just wide enough to slip through and crept silently down the tiled floor, shoes not even uttering so much as a squeak. And then he was out of sight. The prince held his breath a bit, praying to any deity that would listen that Bakura wouldn't get caught. Feeling a little uneasy about the whole situation, he reached out and pulled the door until it was almost shut, or at least it gave the impression that it was. Mariku began humming to himself, walking around and looking at things around on the walls and tables. There wasn't much at all, since this room seemed to be all business and not one specific person's place of work. Yami vaguely wondered what exactly the room was used for, when the door hinges creaked as it opened, and his gaze immediately moved to see who had done it. Bakura stood there with his finger against his mouth, like the other two might shout. "It's clear," he told them, before he disappeared again.
Both of the other spiky-haired Althasians followed him out, Yami being careful to stay quiet, while Mariku walked normally, not even bothering to keep his pace up. He seemed to be enjoying himself just looking around, taking everything in. The shorter turned to tell him to hurry up, but the tanned being wasn't even paying attention at all. Reaching back, the tri-hair-colored male took hold of the other's hand, pulling him forward as if he were a child. "Do you want to get us caught?" he asked, his voice a little snippy. At the apologetic, hurt look he was given by Mariku, Yami sighed and then turned back to catch up with Bakura. But then his heart stopped.
Bakura was nowhere in sight.
And then his heart started again, but this time at a faster pace. The prince glanced around almost frantically, but still didn't see the one in question. Then, as a last resort, he looked to Mariku, who indeed looked the part of a child. A very, very tall child. A very, very tall child with muscles. A very, very tall child with muscles and quite a developed body.
But still a child.
He had a finger to his mouth, half-sucking on it, eyes holding a hint of unrest in them, like he wanted to find his mommy so he could get permission to go play instead of having to stay here with his babysitter who didn't let him do much because they were afraid of going against the parent's wishes.
"Did you see where Bakura went?" he asked, but Mariku didn't seem to hear him. Opening his mouth to ask it again, though more irritably, Yami was cut off when the other suddenly removed the finger from his mouth and pointed straight ahead. Gaining back hope that perhaps he saw the white-haired male, the shorter turned back around, his expression light. Well, it was, at least, until he saw what Mariku was pointing at.
The two officers stared back, almost as if they were a little, well, fightened? It was most likely that they were new to the job but asked to go find the possibly armed and definitely dangerous criminals who were loose in the station. Then the male suddenly spluttered out something and shakily grabbed his gun, holding it upside down. He then ordered them to do something in a wavering voice. Yami stared back, heart thundering in his chest, mind put on pause. Crap, what now? The female turned to her partner and then snapped something at him, and he suddenly turned his gun upright, having not realized that he had even had it held wrong in the first place. But as they both looked up, they only saw the retreating figures of the two escapees. With shouts of surprise, the two novice officers took chase.
Of course, now the two aliens were running in the opposite direction they had been coming from, and as they neared the room they had been hiding out in, they saw a man checking inside it. Suddenly more grateful than he could ever put into words, Yami marked off in the back of his mind to tell Bakura that he had been right. But then he remembered how much the other tended to gloat. Making a face as he and the tanned male made their way past the man, the prince decided against it. He didn't want Bakura to have a one-up on him, anyway. The guy jumped and turned, looking around as the two fledgling officers, who were making quite a bit of noise, ran past.
And so, the chase continued, gaining a few other people along the way. After quite a bit of running, Yami turned a corner, and his heart stopped again. Crapity crap crap. Where did Mariku go? Just as he was about to try to pick a direction and run, he was yanked back. He hit the wall, and cussed quietly, hand moving up to touch his shoulder that had hit the surface the hardest. But his dull ache was subsided when Mariku put his finger to the other's mouth. The shorter male's eyes crossed a little, as if he were trying to see where he was being touched, but then the blonde whispered into his ear just loud enough for him to hear. "We've been going to wrong way, your majesty." Yami blinked and turned his gaze to the taller and opened his mouth to ask how he even knew that when the rush of voices and bodies went past them. He stiffened before he realize something else. He had been pulled behind a rather large plant with brightly colored flowers of gold, maroon, and a few were dark enough to look black. The ever-present voice in the back of his mind prayed Bakura would never see this plant. He would never let Yami live down the similarity his hair held to it. Unfortunately, their bright orange uniforms stood out. But upon looking closer, he noticed a row of flowers just about the right color.
Well, damn. What were the odds of this happening?
And again, he was pulled from his thoughts when Mariku grabbed him and suddenly bolted. Because the other was over a foot taller, his legs were naturally longer, and this allowed him to be able to take longer strides, and Yami was having quite a bit of trouble keeping up. It would have caused distance between them if Mariku wasn't holding his hand, dragging him along. It seemed like forever, but with quite a few close calls and more than a little twisting and turning around corners, the prince started recognizing the area. They were getting closer to the entrance! Vaguely, he wondered how Mariku knew the way, but never got to ask, seeing as how they almost collided head-first into none other than Bakura.
"Where the hell did you go!" the white-haired male demanded, eyes flashing angrily. "I thought that you both could at least do such a simple task as following me, but I guess I was wrong!"
"Shut up and run," Yami told him, before the shouting around them became louder and the groups that were tailing them got closer. And this time, it seemed as though time were torn between seconds and hours as they finally make it out of the building all-together. It was completely dark outside, though street lights gave just enough light to see the path in front of them. But with such a ruckus, it was no wonder they drew attention as they fumbled over each other down the sidewalk, anyone in the way moving to the side quickly to avoid getting trampled. After realizing that they were far enough away not to be caught immediately, (though, they weren't really being chased at this point – a call had been put out for their immediate arrest, along with a reward) they paused for a breath. Mariku collapsed, and the other two, suddenly worried about him, were about to fall to his side and assist him, when the said male started acting like he was having some kind of attack. It took a few seconds to sink in for Yami and Bakura what he was actually doing.
He was sniffing the concrete. They were wedged in-between buildings, and it was a rather small space, but Mariku acted like he knew where they were and where to go. Starting off on his hands and feet, walking like he was supposed to be some awkward animal, the other two followed him. "Mariku, you dumbass, what are you..."
But Yami interrupted Bakura's words with a hand. "I think... he's smelling –"
"Well, not shit!"
Shooting the other an irritated glance, Yami resisted the urge to give a rude gesture to him, when the blonde gasped. "Pretty-Malik! Pretty-Malik came this way!" It took no time at all for him to start bounding, still on all fours, after the scent he'd picked up.
"Oh, for the love of..."
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Ryou stood, holding the cardboard cat-carrier awkwardly, trying to keep from dropping it as the creature inside paced restlessly back and forth, yowling loudly in a tortured manner. Yuugi had begged his mother and grandfather to take them to Malik's apartment to check on him and give him an update. But first (after dropping Jounouchi off, of course), they ended up going by Ryou's home, where he dug out the carrier and, with help, managed to capture the seemingly feral cat. He had been planning on taking it down to a shelter, but he doubted anyone would want to adopt it... it attacked everyone who got near it. Well, everyone but Mariku. And thinking about Mariku brought on thoughts of Bakura. And thoughts of Bakura brought the memory of the said man lying on his bed asleep, holding his sister's broken rabbit doll... And suddenly, he felt like crying. Why? He wasn't a heartbroken girl! Hell, he wasn't even a girl! But it felt like... like he was going to miss out on something. Something like a really tight friendship, or some kind of close bond. What kinds of things would he and Bakura talk about when they were alone? He was sure that with enough time, they would become close...
But no; they were criminals. All three of those odd-looking men. They weren't to be trusted. So why did it still hurt...?
He had no idea that Yuugi was feeling something almost exactly the same, but for another person. But... but Yami had lied to him to his face and he had believed him! What an idiot he was... Though, he couldn't stop the bitter taste that crept over his tongue as he thought about what the police chief had said to him later on in their little "chat".
"There's a good chance that the charges will be dropped completely if you say the right things during the trial. And believe me, kid, I don't want you to waste your young life away behind bars. You were dragged into this, so really, none of this was your fault. Those three even threatened you when you became concerned about the meaning behind their actions."
"Wha... No they didn't! They never threatened us – never!"
"Of course they did. Don't you remember? They even flashed a weaponat you to show they were serious. And that's what the jury is going to hear. That has never failed to move them into an innocent/guilty ruling."
"I... No."
"...Excuse me?"
"I'm not going to lie and say they did something they didn't!"
"Are you defending them?"
"I... It doesn't matter! What you want me to do is lie about something that could sentence three people to death!"
"What about..."
A gasp.
"Is that enough?"
"Y... Are you bribing me...?"
"Look, kid, just accept it and make this easier on all of us."
A pause.
"So, how about it?"
"...How...? How can you sleep at night?"
He never did bring that up to anyone. He might later, but he simply couldn't believe that... that someone who claimed to be working for the people – for justice, would do something so... so wrong! And it made him feel completely filthy, even though he hadn't taken the money. He had avoided the subject by saying that he would think about it. The man told him he hoped he 'made the right choice'. Yuugi shuddered. It seemed people even in the lower levels of the law could be corrupt.
It was then that the door opened, revealing Isis, who gave them a questioning look, which lingered mainly on Ryou, curious as to why he was holding a cat-carrier in front of her door. Shaking off the majority of his discomfort, the short teen smiled. "Hello, Isis-san," he began, "We, uh... we're here to see Malik."
The older woman seemed to think this over for a few seconds before she opened the door all the way to allow them inside. "Please, if you figure out what's wrong with him, let me know," she said quietly. Ryou seemed to be confused about this. He turned to Yuugi, giving him a look. The other scratched at the back of his head a bit, not once making eye-contact.
"Uh, yeah... I lied. Malik's not really sick." But that was all he said on the subject. The room fell into an odd silence, as they moved further into the apartment.
"Oh, Ryou..."
The said boy glanced up at Malik's older sister.
"What... are you planning to do with that cat?"
Suddenly remembering what was in his arms, Ryou gasped, before he set it on the carpet. "Oh, I'm sorry... Mariku had brought home this mangy old cat and I was going to take it by the shelter, but I didn't really feel comfortable leaving it in Mouto-san's car, and..." He trailed off on his nervous rambling as he seemed to notice Isis' stricken look. Her lips were pursed thinly and she did not look pleased at all.
Thinking it was something he had done, Ryou felt his cheeks flush. "Oh, well, I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have assumed I could take him up here, and..."
"Could you open the box and let me see it?" Isis asked, voice sounding completely normal, but her expression saying different.
The pale teenager, confused, swallowed the lump in his throat before he lifted a shaky hand to the top of the box. "Well, he's really wild, and I don't know if he'll run when I open this... it took Yuugi and I a long time to catch him..." But this didn't seem to put the woman off a bit. And so, with a sigh, Ryou undid the clasp and gently pried it open just a slit. His heart skipped a beat when something ripped its way out of the opening so fast it caused Ryou to fall backwards, startled out of his wits. It turned out that something was Princess the cat, who was already out of sight.
Gathering himself, Ryou pushed his way onto his hands and knees, before an undignified yelp resounded through the room, having come from Malik's. Yuugi and Isis made it there first, since the long-haired boy had to first get to his feet and then gather up the box. With a bit of distaste, he realized the top of it had been torn as the horrible thing had jumped out. When he reached his ex-crush's room, he saw the said Egyptian pressed into the corner, against the wall on his bed. He was staring at the cat as if it were some horrible demon come to take his life.
"Is he here?" he asked in a panicked voice. "He's here, I know he is..." Wide eyes looked to his sister's, who seemed startled that her brother was in such a state, where he had just been upset before. "Keep him away from me, please, I don't want him near me..."
Yuugi moved to his friend's side, reaching out to touch him, as if it would bring him back to reality, but Malik just shied away from him. Slightly hurt, but more concerned, the wide-eyed teen turned to his voice for help. "Malik, he's gone. He's locked up. The police took him away, and he's in jail. It's okay, he's not going to hurt you."
This seemed to leak into the blonde's mind and he stared at Yuugi, the fog over his eyes lessening somewhat. "But, his cat..."
Shaking his head in reply, Yuugi smiled weakly. In fact, it seemed almost sad. "We're getting rid of it. Mariku's gone for good."
"For good," Malik repeated, sounding a little hopeful.
Holding back the pain the words that were about to leave his mouth caused, Yuugi's smile widened and looked more natural, trying to reassure his friend. "I'd be willing to bet fifty billion yen that he'll never see the outside of his cell again."
---
Sugoroku Mutou sat with his arms crossed in the passenger seat of his daughter's car, waiting. He had agreed to give his grandson twenty minutes to brief Malik on everything that had happened and that was it. Then they were going to drive Ryou to the animal shelter, then back to his apartment and Yuugi was going to go straight to his room when they got home. Of course, he wasn't really grounded, but his grandfather and mother were quite a bit upset at the turn of events. But really, they couldn't be too hard on the boy. After all, they had allowed the criminal into their home as well. "I should have asked more questions," he muttered, shaking his head. Why had he been so accepting when the other refused to mention where he was from or anything about his family and friends? That should have been the first red flag. But he hadn't gotten any kind of funny feeling around that boy. Yami just... seemed like he could be trusted. Could it be that his judgement of strangers was going in his old age?
His daughter reached out and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Oh, dad, it's not really your fault. Some people are just... well, sneaky. They're so easy to trust and then... they're really not." Of course, she was really talking about men she had dated in the past, but still. It was basically the same concept, right?
Neither even took notice the three figures that passed by in the shadows and up the metal stairs to the Ishtar's residence, the leader of the other two acting suspiciously like a large dog.
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A loud banging at the door cut off whatever had been going on in the teenager's room. Ryou and Isis had just been told what had happened, or what Yuugi thought happened, and Malik just shuddered and looked like he was ready to throw up. Or die. Whichever. Isis frowned, and, being close to the door, exited the room, making her way to the living room. But instead of answering the front door, she paused. The banging came again and she reached behind herself and grabbing the cordless phone, lifting it so that she could strike easily if she needed to. With her free hand, she cracked open the door, but was suddenly hit with the memory of The Great Cat Escape as she was thrown back, hitting the table that held the rest of the phone. She gasped, and held her side, which had struck the corner, and moved to get up. It took her a few seconds after it all happened to realize what had gone on.
Mariku, running by like his beloved Princess, darted through the living room before pausing at the hallway that lead to the kitchen one way, and to the bedrooms the other. He sniffed once before running off to the bedrooms. Two other men entered behind him, the one with white haired chasing close behind the tanned psychopath, while the one who had hair similar to Yuugi's paused and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm very sorry," he said quickly, reaching down and pulling her up to her feet. She was too stunned to do anything else but stare, mouth parted slightly. But as soon as she was to her feet, he ran off after his companions. "Have you no decency!" he bellowed after he disappeared around the corner.
Heart racing, Isis Ishtar just stood there dumbstruck for several more seconds, not having understand a single word that was spoken to her, before she gathered her wits and shouted after the three, raising the phone, either not realizing she was still holding it, or ready to crack some heads for barging into her house like that.
The instant Mariku entered Malik's room, the shorter blonde screamed bloody murder, before reaching out and grabbing onto Ryou with both his arms and his legs, causing the pale teen to be pressed way too tightly to the other, which, in turn, caused both of them be crushed as the Althasian leapt onto them and then slid off the bed, pulling them to the floor. Yuugi, stunned, just stood there staring, but because he was in front of the door, was promptly knocked to the ground on top of the three as Bakura smashed into him and then Yami, who entered last, tripped over them, completing the pile. Struggling a bit, Mariku managed to lift his face up and spotted something under the bed that made his eyes flash to life. "Princess!" he cried, before he reached out and grabbed the feline's tail. This caused a not-happy sound to come from the said animal. All in all, it was quite a sight. Malik was fighting and struggling, but under the weight of four other males, he didn't get very far. Ryou was struggling as well, but his was for the sake of breathing, not freedom. Mariku didn't seem affected at all, though his voice sounded a little strangled as he uttered a sound of pain as Princess lovingly began shredding his hand. Yuugi was kicking, his head having been covered by Bakura's chest and pressed down into Mariku's hair. Which wasn't a pleasant experience, he would later say. Bakura, though, was cussing at Yami, telling him to get off. But that never was given the chance to happen as all present were suddenly overcome by a sensation – one that felt very much like the tingly feeling when a body part "falls asleep", but all over and it caused their minds to fog up for a second.
Isis, who entered no more than ten seconds later, found the room completely emtpy.
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Sooooo. Sorry for the wait. This chapter's 13 pages and 6,700+ words. Does that kind of make up for it? Despite the fact that, you know, it's mainly boring and stuff. Sorry this took a while, like all of my other chapters did. Dx
I'm a horrible author. Really.
I love you all so much for sticking with meeeeee. You guys rock!
But really, this chapter jumped out at me from nowhere. They weren't supposed to be found and captured this fast! And especially not dubbed as inhuman. Whee! So we'll just have to see where this takes us, ne? I had a lot more planned out to happen before they got caught, but yeah. THINGS LIKE THAT HAPPEN. Maybe I'll wedge some of those moments in later. But maybe just for kicks, you could, you know, throw out some random ideas of little moments that could happen, or even a whole filler chapter. FUN STUFF, HUH?
Now, watch me get nothing out of that. xD;;
Oh, and don't mind Malik. He likes being molested, secretly. He's just in denial.
So, uh. STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF ILLEGAL ALIENS! -the COPS theme starts playing-
-Cecilia