Viva Las Vegas!
By dark-angel-rising
Hanyou101 – BWUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm glad my story made you scare your brother. Sorry about you getting in trouble though…
Wow. That plan is is very complicated with many faults and small chance of success. It is exactly what they would do!
Calli Maxwell – That would be fun, wouldn't it? Damn I want a car.
AnimeLoverAngel – New chapter! Please enjoy!
Black.Thorns.and.White.Tears – Ah I can see it now… Bakura and Marik laughing away, maybe shooting at the police, and Yami in the back seat crying over his hair.
flamescythe – ehh… he was the very at the very beginning of the chapter, but I probably should have given him a bigger piece though.
Sirithiliel – hehe… oh the irony…
The Goddess of the Madhouse – Nah, I just go there every year. I live in Reno. Vegas is okay, but your water is over-priced.
Dark Angel Rising II – Gack. You stole my name! sobs I've lost my individuality!
Anyway, at least you like my story. Enjoy the new chapter!
Meowzy-chan – I know, I think it's short too, but my mom took away all my candy and all the good kind of coffee. My new life-source is sushi, miso, and shougayaki. It's good, but not very laugh inspiring.
Random Person – Yeh, poor Yami. I wonder if I should make him have another episode. I cracked a rib writing it. And I was on a sugar high, but that's beside the point.
blackrosegem – Please enjoy this chappie!
dragonlupine - dances I'm so happy!
moonlightning3 - ofcourse it's sadistic! It's too fun to torture them!
Chapter 9
They had been driving for hours and even though Marik and Bakura both insisted they weren't, they were hopelessly lost. Still in the backseat, Yami decided to amuse himself by playing I Spy with himself. It was very boring. Meanwhile, Marik had taken over the wheel, and Bakura was hanging out the side, drooling a river down the bumpy dirt road. He was dead hingry. He wished he had some cat stew.
Meanwhile…
After finding out that Kaiba's credit card mysteriously dissappeared, the three yami-less hikari's suckered the young CEO of KaibaCorp into following the paper trail, and after some more begging, pleading, and tears on Malik's part to 'help bring his baby back home', they were standing in McCarran International Airport, looking around, not quite sure what to do.
As they were walking to the exit, something caught Ryou's eye and he drifted over to a large TV set up in the rport coffee shop. The reporter, a young woman with a hideously orange tan, obnoxiously blonde hair and a voice like a set of nails on a chalkboard, was talking about the series of murders and the casino heist, as well as the escape of a man who was being held at the police station.
The screen changed to show Bakura, looking pissed off and murderous, and a mug shot of Marik.
Ryou shook his head and covered his face in shame, while Malik began to cry.
"My baby was sent to Jail! How? Why? I mean, he may be mischevious, but he isn't bad!" He collapsed onto his knees, sobbing now, "He's too naïve to go to jail! Look at that face! He's just too molestable to be in a cell at the mercy of those sex depraved criminals!"
Both blushing in embarrassment, Yugi and Ryou dragged the hysterical Malik away, his cries of woe echoing in the airport.
With the yamis…
"Admit it! We're lost! Hopelessly, hopelessly lost! We're out of food, out of water, and in the middle of NOWHERE!" Yami screamed, having long passed his breaking point.
They were parked on the side of the deserted dirt road, not knowing where the highway was or the directions to the nearest town.
"SAY SOMETHING, BAKURA! MAKE A SOUND!" He screamed hysterically, shaking the King of Thieves. "SPEAK!"
"Pharaoh, shut the hell up and let me think!" Bakura snapped, pushing the spiky-haired ruler off him, sending him tumbling down onto the road. Grumbling about irresponsible bastards who get their rulers lost in a place hotter and more unbearable than Egypt.
Flopping down in the back seat, (and shoving an uncoscious Marik to the floor), he closed his eyes, wishing Yugi would tell him the story about the sexy pharaoh. He loved that story. Once upon a time there was a pharaoh. He recited in his mind, a smile on his face, He was the handsomest, sexiest, pharaoh in the universe. In fact, he was so sexy that people would stare at him until they died of starvation and/or dehydration and/or were killed by the guards who said that staring at the pharaoh for a long time was unauthorized as he was so sexy no one was worthy of his gloriousness…
Yami didn't finish the story, because a loud honking sound made him sit up.
Driving up to their car was a large SUV, it's headlights glaring into his eyes.
As soon as it stopped, the doors opened and three very relieved hikari's piled out, running to their yami's and one Seto Kaiba was stalking toward them holding a piece of paper.
Yami grunted as Yugi jumped at him, squeezing him half to death. For such a little kid, Yugi was certainly very strong.
"Oh Yami I was so worried about you! Marik and Bakura didn't do anything inappropriate to you did they? Are you going to be okay? Do you want an icecream?"
The storm of questions was overwhelming, and Yami settled for hugging his hikari back, and asking for an ice cream. He was really very hungry.
Malik was in tears as he hugged his barely lucid other half, rocking him like a baby.
"How dare those freaks put my baby in prison!" He cried, hugging Marik even tighter and promising profusedly that he would never let him out of his sight again.
Bakura moaned as Ryou was fussing over his appearance which had taken on a shaggy look.
"And how dare you rob a casino!" He scolded, pulling at Bakura's ear, making the dark spirit yelp.
After chewing him out, Ryou took a deep breath, and started hugging his yami and crying into his shoulder, and telling him about how worried he had been and how scared he was that Bakura got caught or something horrible.
As the yamis and hikaris were reunited after the week apart, Seto Kaiba, teen genius, World Class Duelist (that seemed to always get the crap beaten out of him by a tiny shrimp of a boy with a downright messed up sense of fashion), and CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation was left with a hefty credit card bill, listing,
$700 – hotel rooms, plus 200 dollar fine for the closet being badly scratched on the inside and a half chewed bedspread
$950 – various shows and entertainment, none of which are allowed to be viewed by an audience that is under 21
$75 – rental of an unmarked white van suspected to have been used in the theft of a highly advanced technological device
$100 – gas, can't go without that these days
$300 – food and room service, mostly consisting of rare meat, beer, and cream puffs. NOT scrambled eggs
$100 – a pair of ridiculously expensive shoes that weren't that attractive anyway, the vomit in fact, made them look better
$50 - fine for urinating off the top of a building
Fully intending to make their lives miserable, he began to rant and fume and yell, but after seeing as he was being totally ignored, she finally shrugged, got back in the SUV, and drove away into the sunrise, the glare of the cursed ball of fire making him hit a bunny.
Author's Note –
Well, I thinnk that's it for this story. Everyone's reunited, and happy, though kinda stuck in the middle of the desert. Hm…
Tell me if you want an epilogue.
Thankies!
DAR