Viva Las Vegas!
By dark-angel-rising
REVIEWS!
Alucardlordofvampires – I hate them that's why. Yeah, I don't think the first chapter was that funny, but the next ones will be for sure.
Satra – Thanks, more candy! Sorry, kinda hyper.
wishwryter – Was it really? I think just the part on the plane was hilarious but that's it really….
Anyway, Welcome to another installment of…
Viva Las Vegas!
Chapter 2Yami, Bakura, and Marik got off the plane, still in shock. Just their luck, they get sent to Hawaii, they end up in Las Vegas. Yami turned to Bakura,
"I blame you for this. You took us to the wrong gate."
Bakura growled snapping back, "Well if you would have been listening when Ryou was talking, then we would have gotten to the right gate."
Yami's eyes flashed furiously, "I was busy saying good-bye to my aibou, you insensetive turd!" Next to him, Marik giggled, "More like you were crying for him not to leave you with us."
"That hurts our feelings you know." Bakura said, pretending to look hurt, and trying to hold back a fake sob. Yami snorted,
"You two don't have feelings."
"That's it, when we find a hotel, you sleep on the floor!" Bakura snapped, twapping Yami on the back of the head. However, the spiky-haired spirit grinned,
"No, because I'm the one that has the money." He then frowned, "Bakura, you stole the money didn't you?" the only response he got was a cheeky grin.
"Ohhhh! Let's stay at that one!" Marik cried, pointing to a hotel shaped like a pyramid. Bakura and Yami quickly agreed, seeing as they were drawn to everything Egyptian.
As soon as they entered, Yami ran over to the nearest employee and began speaking in Egyptian really fast. The poor man slowly backed away, looking as if Yami was a phsycopath. Bakura rolled his eyes and shut the Pharaoh up. They arrived at the Front Desk, Bakura and Marik still looking at the decorations in interest, Bakura examining a coffin lid while Marik reading the hieroglyphs on the walls.
"Yeah, can we have one room?" Yami asked, sliding the credit card that Bakura gave him across the counter. He frowned, wasn't that Kaiba's card?
"How many nights, sir?" The lady behind the counter asked, taking the card. Yami shrugged, "Dunno, until we leave." Behind him, Marik cried out in outrage, "The hieroglyphs say that I'm a faggot with bad nose hair!" He sighed in embarrassment. "How 'bout we pay you when we leave?" He asked, desperate to get to their room. The woman, whose name tag said 'Pam' looked over at Yami's companions and nodded, giving him a two card keys and the number of their room.
Growling in frustiration, Yami grabbed Marik and Bakura and walked to their room, followed by the dude with the baggage cart and their bags.
The three spirits sat in their hotel room, Yami reading the information booklet, Bakura watching TV, and Marik probably doing something illegal in the closet. "Hey, what are we going to do now?" He called out, his voice muffled by their clothes.
Bakura turned off the TV, a psyco glint in his eye. "Let's go gamble!" He cried, grabbing Kaiba's credit card. Yami, looked at him, disapprovingly.
"I don't think you should be using his credit card so much, we might get in trouble."
Bakura snorted, "Baka Pharaoh, this is Kaiba we're talking about here, he probably doesn't even know it's gone. So either one of you going down to the casino with me?" Marik immediately jumped out of the closet grinning. "I'm coming!"
Yami just shook his head. You two are going to get in sooo much trouble. I'm just going to sit here and watch TV. A documentary on cats is on in a couple of minutes."
Bakura rolled his eyes, muttering, "Baka Pharaoh." Before turning around and leaving, Marik skipping after him. Yami sighed and turned on the TV, why did he get the feeling one of them was going to get arrested?
Bakura and Marik came back several hours later, two hundred dollars richer, and Kaiba a thousand dollars poorer. Yami was sitting on one of the two beds, watching TV and eating a salad.
"Hey Pharaoh, eat this, niether one of us got arrested! HA!" Marik said, doing a disturbing victory dance and then running away to hide in his closet. Yami rolled his eyes and continued watching the documentary with mild interest. Bakura, for once, didn't have a scathing comment for Yami and called the kitchen, wanting a stake.
"Yeah, and when I say rare, I mean I want it to moo when I poke it with a fork." He said into the phone.
"Yes sir," the person taking their order down said, with a hint of disgust in his voice. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, I want the stake with a side of creampuffs and beer." Bakura said, "Room 164."
"Yes sir."
He hung up the phone before stealing the remote from Yami and switching the TV to his cartoons. Yami tried half-heardedly to steal the remote back but soon gave up and started reading a magazine while Bakura watched TV.
It was around one in the morning when Bakura and Marik decided to fall asleep, but they were faced with a dilhemma as Yami had already taken one bed. So…
"Ra damn it!" Marik whispered furiously, pushing with all his might. "For a guy as short as him, he's fucking heavy!" He strained to move the Pharaoh off the bed, which was proving to be more difficult than first expected. In his own bed, Bakura shrugged, "It's that puzzle. The thing weighs more than he does." Still in his bed, Yami groaned in his sleep and grabbed onto one of the bars on his headboard. Marik put all of his weight in it, but to no avail. Defeated, he lay down on a small portion of the bed, daring Bakura to laugh. The white-haired spirit did so happily, before finally turning the lights off and going to sleep.
Bakura was the first to wake up and when he looked over at Yami and Marik he grinned wickedly, taking out a camera. This was priceless for blackmail.
The flash woke Marik up who, when he rubbed his eyes, noticed the new appendage he had gotten over the night. Yami. Marik gasped and pushed him away, "Argh! Bakura, this is NOT was it looks like!"
Bakura just shook his head in disgust, "Anything that moves, right, Tomb Keeper?"
A/N Well, again, a fairly short chapter, but still, something is better than nothing right?
Okay, just for the record, I have absolutely no idea what the inside of Luxor looks like since I've only been there once when I was like, seven or something. So if the inside looks different than in this story, don't blame me, blame my crappy long-term memory.
The last paragraph does not belong to me, It belongs to kibble-bits, (Alyssa) who decided to write me her review in class and get me in trouble, but I have to admit, I like that part.
Anyway, review my dear readers and since I feel nice today, the next chappie will be dedicated to the first person to review this one! Extra brownie points for suggestions of what should happen next!
Always and forever, (until I die or get a life)
DAR