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A Tale of Two Bunnies

Chapter 3:

It was about an hour later in Central Domino when the bunches of unconscious people laying on the ground began to stir. True that they were less than half of the number that came to the park that day but that was not the first thing noticed. What first came into the awakening peoples' minds was the quiet. Lack of that horrible siren was appreciated but the coldness without it was a bit terrifying.

From in the middle of the intersection, right beneath the streetlights, two people moved but not by themselves. A few more wiggles and Marik came up, flinging a limp little girl out of the way and into the gutter. He growled to himself and looked around. "Alright, what the freak just happened?"

"Marik! Marik!"

At suddenly hearing his name being called, Marik turned around and out of the rising fallen, he saw a little red thing running at him. Marik's eyes widened a bit too late after he'd been tackled back to the ground by what was apparently Mokuba, sobbing and hugging him.

"W-What the…? Mokuba, is this blood all over you?" Marik asked, pulling back from the boy to look at his shirt which was covered in the red liquid.

Mokuba cried, "The guy who I was with got shot and he fell on me! I was suffocating, I thought I was gonna die!"

Marik blinked and looked around. "Where're Bakura and Malik?"

"I-I think they got abducted by Ryou! Look, they're not anywhere around here and there aren't half the amount of people that were here before that spaceship when all nuts on us." He sniffed and ran his sleeve across his eyes, wiping the blood off his lashes. "Man, this really sucks…"

All of a sudden, some of the people who were remaining began to panic all over again. They began to call out names of people who, Marik guessed, they were with at the time the spaceship appeared. Marik looked back at the boy who was standing next to him, covered in blood. He grimaced.

Great, he thought, Just great. Ryou's flying around in a spaceship, my hikari and best friend are both gone and I'm stuck with Captain Kangaroo here.

Marik sighed. "Well now we have no choice but to go after them. C'mon, Mokuba, let's go to your house."

"Alright," he said and they began once again in the direction of the Kaiba mansion, their group now considerably smaller. On their way through the streets of Domino, walking side-by-side there weren't many words spoken between the two and that was just fine with Marik. Mokuba, however, was more than a little awkward. He kept trying to start comfortable conversation but Marik kept shooting him down.

"Erm… So," Mokuba began, scratching the back of his head, "Marik, do you—"

"No."

"… Well have you—"

"No."

"…"

"…"

Mokuba sighed.

They continued the rest of their small journey in silence. Their footsteps led them into Northern Domino, the ritzy part of town and the neighborhood of the richest families in Domino, one of which—and probably the most prominent—being the Kaiba family. Mokuba led the way up to their front gate which was actually a good mile and a half away from the actual mansion. Mokuba inserted a cardkey in the front gate and they continued up to the house, opening the door with the same cardkey.

The foyer of the manor was large and hallow with naught but glossy hard-wooden floors surrounding the entry doors and then maroon carpeting off to the left side and leading into the living part of the house or thereabouts. Mokuba motioned for Marik to follow him up through the first hallway and up the staircase that wound around an elegant pillar in the middle of the reception area.

"This place is huge," Marik said as they entered another hallway. "How do you even remember where everything is?"

"Oh, I've got a good memory. But sometimes my big brother doesn't remember too well. Last week we lost three potted palms because he couldn't find the bathroom in the dark."

Marik blinked.

"Here we are," Mokuba said, ignoring Marik's obvious uneasiness with the sudden revealed secret of his brother. He instead opened a large door and entered a room with dark blue carpeting and light blue walls, Spirited Away posters and memorabilia being the main theme. "Welcome to Chez Mokuba," he said, presenting the room to Marik.

"… Yeah, yeah." Marik scooted him out of the way and began to root around in his dresser drawers. "So where's all this money you talked about?"

"In a tube sock under my pillow."

Marik looked up. "Tell me you're kidding."

"I'm kidding."

"Really?"

"No."

"How the hell do you fit 2.5 million dollars in a sock?" Marik asked and was too eager to let Mokuba explain. He raced over to the bed, threw the pillow away and there was a lone tube sock. He looked inside and found a check for 2.5 million dollars signed by Seto Kaiba.

Marik groaned. "A check?"

"So what were you expecting? Cash?"

"Uh, duh."

Mokuba frowned. "Well… there's still my piggy bank but—"

"Oh yeah! That's right, you said not including the money in your piggy bank! Where is it? How much money's in it?"

"Three dollars and eighty-five cents."

"…"

"Sorry, Marik," Mokuba smiled sorely and shrugged. "But I'm still underage, I don't have access to all of Kaiba Corp's money."

"Well isn't that adorable? Ugh, now we can't rent a spaceship! Have you ever heard of someone getting that kinda fly-power for small change?"

There were a few seconds of silence before Mokuba began to pout. "It would be better if we didn't need the stupid rocket or whatever. If we needed a car, we have tons of those… or that hover car…"

"We don't need a car, we—What'd you say?"

"Who, me?"

"No, the guy standing behind you. Yes, you! What'd you say about a hover car? Kaiba has one?"

"Seto's been working on it lately but it's not finished. He wanted it to go along with his Blue Eyes jet but that's in for repairs right now. One day Seto flew too low over a luau and burned off the left wing."

"… You're brother's probably pissed at you for telling all his business. Anyway, let's go have a look at that hover car." Marik got up from the bed and tossed the check aside. As he left the bedroom, Mokuba followed him out.

"We can go see it," he said, "but we can't take it out of the house. It's not finished."

"Fine, whatever."

They went down another two hallways until they came to another large door with the letters SK in silver on the door. Mokuba opened it and entered the room with Marik behind. Mokuba walked across the dim blue carpet and slid a plant out of the way, revealing a small slit in the wall. He then used his oh-so-handy cardkey, sliding it in and out and took a few steps back. Marik watched with mild surprise as the wall pushed itself in and then up, disappearing into the ceiling and leaving a large, gaping hole in the back of Kaiba's bedroom.

Marik looked down at Mokuba. "Are these kind of things all over your house?"

"Yeah."

They walked inside, Marik more cautiously than Mokuba. The smaller of the two flicked on a light switch and in the middle of a barren, chrome covered room stood what looked like a red beetle.

"Well, there it is," Mokuba shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "It's red because we ran out of blue paint. That and Seto was feeling a little rebellious."

"Hmm." Marik went over and inspected the car, circling round and round it. He opened the door on the driver's side and sat down on the leather seat inside. "Where're the keys?" he asked, eyes focused on the new controls.

Mokuba held up his cardkey. "Right here, but—"

"Is that the key to everything? Never mind, don't answer that. Give it here." Marik snatched it from the boy's hands and slid it into the slot beside the steering wheel. The dashboard lit up with decorative lights and the engine started. Marik smirked. "It looks fine to me. Hop in."

"… What? Marik, I told you, it's not finished! It might not even be able to lift us off the ground!" Mokuba shouted and Marik pulled the boy into the passenger's seat despite his whining. Mokuba continued as the doors closed and locked with the push of a button, "And even if it could, it's not going to be able to get us into space! It's a hover car, it hovers!"

"Oh shut up."

"Hey!"

Marik pressed down on the gas and the car lurched foreword and stopped. Mokuba screamed, "What the heck just happened?"

"Oops. Hold on." Marik tried again and the car lurched backwards this time, running in a circle then ramming into the wall. Marik blinked. "Alright, hey, here we go. I forgot to shift gears."

"Oh my gosh, Marik no!"

Marik ignored him once again and started off, pulling back on the gear in between his seat and Mokuba's and pressing down strongly on the gas pedal. The car hummed and then rose up about five inches off the ground. Marik crinkled his nose. "This is it? Pheh. I'll make it go higher."

"WAIT—"

The car zoomed foreword and went straight for the wall. Mokuba covered his eyes and continued to scream while Marik gritted his teeth and blasted through the wood and plaster. The windshield cracked a little on the side and the front license plate fell off as they took a fall from the fourth story of the mansion to the grounds below, barely maintaining their three inch float.

Marik turned the wheel and they were suddenly heading north, crashing through the gate that they had entered through and zooming through the streets.

"We gotta get enough speed to go higher," Marik said and pushed the pedal further down. "Why aren't we going faster?"

"IT IS NOT FINISHED!" Mokuba wailed, tears flowing. "Can't you understand that?"

"I can understand that you're almost as annoying as Malik. And that's saying a hell of a lot. Now shut up."

People on either side of the car were blinking as it zipped by, watching it's slowly levitating form. They gained about five inches going down Holier Than Thou Blvd and continued to gain inches here and there by using parked cars for ramps.

By the time they reached Domino's city limits—and neither of the boys were aware they had even gone out of the city—the car had five feet in the air and was going steadily at 102 miles per hour. Mokuba was sitting intensely still in his seat, eyes scanning the stretch of land before them. There was grass on either side of the car and a long sand-covered road in front.

Mokuba rigidly turned to his companion. "Marik… please…"

"Your brother's car is crap, Mokuba. Where's the speed? I thought your brother was supposed to be all technological."

"I've been trying to tell you—"

"Hmm. What's that?" Marik took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed to in-between Mokuba's legs. Mokuba blinked and looked down at a button that said above it: HS. "What's HS stand for?"

"I dunno. Must be something my brother just added. But to be safe, we shouldn't press it."

"…" Marik leaned over and pressed it.

"DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR—ACK!"

Mokuba's seat flipped backward and tossed Mokuba into the backseat of the car. Marik's eyes because happy and glossy as he looked at a pad that was revealed under the boy's seat. It had three pegs, each one a different color. Marik, without any regard for consequences, yanked on the yellow peg and the car stalled before the speedometer changed boards from 0 through 140 to 150 through 500 miles per hour. Marik pressed the gas pedal again and they rocketed out of sight at 347 miles per hour.

Mokuba was pressed up towards the back window, screaming his head off and Marik was pressed up against the back of his chair, trying hard to keep control.

"YAHOO!" he shouted, obviously having the time of his life. He struggled to reach down and pulled on a lever that inclined the car's frame at a 45 degree angle. "WE'RE SURE TO GET SOME FLY-POWER NOW!"

Mokuba's eyes were shut. "WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Somewhere on the coast of California, on a locally popular nude beach sat two teenagers in lawn chairs. The only pieces of clothing either of them had on were red and blue sunglasses that were obviously too big for their faces and flip-flops that hung off their feet and dropped to the sand.

The slightly taller of the two boys lowered his glasses to the other one. "Yugi, remind me again why we came to Big Ball Beach for vacation?"

Yugi sighed. "Because that's all we could afford on our budget."

"… But coming here didn't cost anything."

"Exactly."

"Ohhh…"

Yami replaced his sunglasses and settled back in the chair. He blinked but it went unnoticed. "Hey, Yugi, hasn't your grandpa been gone an awful long time?"

"Nah, not really. He always takes a lot time at vending machines, sometimes he forgets how to use them." Yugi paused, looking behind him. "Here he comes."

Yami looked back as well and sure enough there was Grandpa, wrinkled and naked, waddling over to them with two soda cans in his hand. He handed one to Yami and the other to Yugi. Yugi looked at his in dismay. "Grandpa, I wanted diet Coke."

"Oh, Yugi, not this again…"

Yami rolled his eyes. "Yugi, you're not fat."

"Don't say the F-word around me," Yugi warned, narrowing his eyes.

Grandpa shrugged. "Would it help, Yugi, if I told you that both diet Coke and regular Coke are made with bug limbs?"

"Stop saying things like that!" he yelled.

Suddenly Grandpa stood still and looked up towards the sky. He said, "Did either of you hear that?"

"Hear what?" they asked in unison.

"I'm not sure but… Hey! Look! Up in the sky!"

"We're not going to do that whole 'it's a bird, it's a plane' thing, are we?"

"No, really!" Grandpa persisted and pointed upwards. Both boys looked that way and squinted their eyes when they saw what looked like a little red car flying by. It was then that they heard what Grandpa must've, a high-pitched screech coming from said car.

Yami blinked. "Whoa. Hey, Yugi, how many flying cars are there?"

"Not… many… Uh… Ah… Hey! Look out, come on! It's crashing!" Yugi shouted, jumping out of his lawn chair. The car came closer to the beach and the screaming got louder and louder. Yugi flailed his arms, "Yami, Grandpa, run!"

Yami starred at it. "Can't… it's so shiny…"

"YAMI!"

The car then took what seemed like a fifty foot drop and went ramming to barely a foot above the sand. Grandpa dove out of the way and was covered in wet sand resulting from the car's passing by. He heard more screaming while buried beneath the lawn chairs and spilled sodas. When he emerged, he looked around but to his confusion and worry, did not see his grandson or the boy's yami.

Grandpa looked up and watched Yami and Yugi on the roof of the car, arms and legs flailing for as far as he could see them.

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