Her Sweetness: Ooh, another chapter. Aren't I just amazing? Teehee. Well I wasn't even going to attempt writing this weekend so you all have my pushy mom to thank. She pouted and growled and bought me enough sugar to get Hitler hyper.

Enjoy!

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A Tale of Two Bunnies

Chapter 9:

"HEAVE!"

"HO!"

"HEAVE!"

"HO!"

Mokuba blinked and stopped for a moment while Yami and Yugi continued to push the back of the hover car up yet another crater's side. Mokuba wondered aloud, "Hey… why do we have to chant like this?"

Yami turned his head and snapped at Mokuba for slacking. "Stop talking and start hoing!"

"Oh… okay, HO!"

"HEAVE," Marik shouted back at them. "Heave like your mama depended on it!"

He was sitting up in front, his legs crossed comfortably on the dashboard and his hands folded behind his head as he reclined. He continued to look out of the rear windshield and shouted "HEAVE," at the other three to continue to push the car towards the city.

When Marik and Mokuba returned from Bog's gas station, they hurried into the car and told Yami and Yugi everything. Yami couldn't get over the fact that the whole "makeshift alien disguise" thing worked. Yugi was more concerned with the fact that they were on Mars, that aliens actually existed, and that they were going to have to travel to the nearest town for gas for the hover car.

He and Mokuba asked Marik just how they expected to get there with no gas. He answered by simply calling out "Shotgun!" and thus was how he got out of pushing. He instead called himself a lookout and was doing just that as the other three boys were outside pushing and he lounged in the front seat snacking on month-old Fritos found in the dashboard.

Marik watched over the horizon just beyond the glowing dashboard that held up his crossed feet. The sky was pitch black and even further beyond his own two feet, he could see the stars and other far off planets twinkling.

"Oh, Malik," he mused to himself. "You're such an idiot. I mean really, what kind of a nut gets captured by an insane albino? And you call yourself an Ishtar. Shameless."

Yugi panted as he pushed. He called out tiredly, "Hey Marik, how close are we? Can you see that city yet?"

Marik growled, agitated, "Not yet—" He blinked in mid-sentence and looked over the dashboard. "Ooh, wait, there it is."

"Huh?" Yugi called back, not really hearing.

"I said we're here! Stop pushing!"

"Huh?"

The edge of the crater was approaching fast due to Yami, Yugi and Mokuba's constant pushing and shoving. As the car came up to the edge and threatened to teeter into the large hole, Marik screamed, "Oh Ra! Yugi, you maniac, stop pushing!"

"HUH?"

"Yugi," Yami said from beside the hikari, "you may want to insert your hearing aid."

"Oh, thanks, Yami." Yugi reached into his hair and pulled out a small, see-through device that he pulled into the shell of his ear. He smiled, "There."

Mokuba raised an eyebrow. "I-I didn't… know you wore a hearing aid, Yugi."

"Yeah, neither did I."

"O… kay."

"HELLO? DAMMIT, STOP PUSHING!" Marik screamed now at the top of his lungs, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it.

Immediately, all three of them pulled on the bumper and stopped the hover car in mid-teeter on the rim of the crater. Marik sighed out a large breath and looked down, seeing the city and its lights flashing like the stars above it. There was noise radiating from it and Marik was tilting back in the chair comfortably.

"Man," he said, "I thought for a second I was really going to go over."

Mokuba suddenly kicked the back wheel of the car and it went tipping over the side, Marik's screams and cursing following it as they both went down.

Yugi's eyes were wide. He turned to Mokuba. "What the heck did ya do that for?"

He shrugged. "That guy gets on my nerves."

Yami nodded. "Mine, too."

"… Are you two nuts? Well we have to save him!" Yugi shouted, his hand raised to the sky, heroically.

There was a pause and Yami peered into Yugi's armpit. "I think you missed a spot while shaving, Yugi."

Yugi blinked. "Oh darn."

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Going down the side of the large crater, Marik was yelling uncontrollably, words that had not even been invented. The city's lights came at him faster and faster and as he was shouting out into the wind, "SHMIGGORF!" he heard three yells coming from behind him. He turned and saw his three companions tumbling down after him, the hard rocks below finding their ways into Yami and Yugi's naked orifices.

"W-W-We're coming, M-Marik! H-Hold on!" Yugi cried as yet another rock embedded in the crater hit him in the head.

Mokuba tried as best he could to avoid the rocks jutting every which way. "This is nuts! Why didn't we walk down?" he shouted, looking over at what was a tumbling Yami.

"B-Because my oh-so-innocent hikari insisted we throw ourselves off a cliff to save the biggest ass in the universe!" He rammed into another rock.

"I HEARD THAT!" Marik shouted, "FIROO!"

"Stop not making sense!" Yami shouted and after being launched off a rock that leaned foreword, he flew up and landed on the roof of the car. His extra weight on it sent the car faster and in a second it hit the ground with a crash. In a few more seconds, Yugi and Mokuba followed and crashed in a similar fashion; Yugi landed on his rock-filled behind and Mokuba had a rather uncomfortable landing on his head.

There were a few minutes in which nothing was said and nothing was heard but the constant moans and upset groans of the sufferers.

Yugi blinked tiredly, his eyes fluttering open. The first thing he saw was a familiar rump shuffling in front of him. He blinked again, this time eyes fully open, and lifted his head from where it rested on the ground. "Yami? What're you doing?" he asked.

Yami looked down at him from over his shoulder. "Popping my legs into place. You should hurry up and do yours so we can get going."

"… Mine?" Yugi looked behind him and squealed. "My legs!"

Suddenly, Marik was standing over him. Just as Yugi was about to snivel and complain, Marik frowned and said harshly, "Come on, Yugi. If you don't do it, I will."

"Yeah…" Mokuba whimpered from where he was sitting on the hood of the car. He rubbed his leg joints. "And you don't want him to do it…"

"Um. Okay." Yugi sat up and began to twist his legs back into place. While he busied himself with that, Yami stood up and said to Marik, "Hey, uh, we got a problem."

"What now?"

"Well Yugi and I aren't exactly able to go into that city the way we are. First off, we're naked. Second off, we don't have masks like you and Mokuba."

"Hey, count yourselves lucky—this thing's itchy," Mokuba informed.

Yami blinked at him. "Yeah, well."

Marik twisted his mouth and tapped his foot impatiently. "Alright, jeez! Grab some material off the back seat and make it snappy."

Yugi pouted. "You're not the boss of us!"

"Grr."

"Okay, okay!"

In a few minutes, Yami and Yugi were dressed to the hilt in black leather all over their bodies. They were no longer naked—and Mokuba for that was thankful—but the leather up against their bodies still dirty from the fall was quite uncomfortable.

Yugi whined, "This is itchy!"

"Told you," Mokuba hummed.

So the four of them, itchy as they were, traveled from the hover car and into the city of Mars. The car, surprisingly, was left unharmed by the fall and seemed alright when they left it sitting at the edge of the crater. Mokuba worried that it might be stolen or even eaten—according to what Bog had said—if left alone. At hearing that, Marik asked the boy if perhaps he would like to be left alone to guard it. Mokuba left the subject alone after that.

The lights were blinding as they stepped through the threshold of the gate guarding the city. A large sign by the opening read something in large letters, something in a different language. The first few steps into the city were the hardest for Marik's three followers.

"We're gonna get our asses kicked," Yami groaned. "These costumes aren't gonna trick anybody!"

"Yami!" Yugi scolded his other half for his foul language.

"Well, it's true, Yugi! We look like garbage bags! What kind of alien looks like a garbage bag?"

All four of them stopped and stared as a little thing that strongly resembled a trashcan went running by on three legs.

Marik pursed his lips. "I think we're gonna fit in just fine."

"Alright, well, how are we gonna find this Jarrt guy, Marik?" Mokuba asked. He waved his arms about. "This isn't exactly the smallest place. He could be anywhere!"

"Oh, hush. We'll just ask around."

Yami nodded. "Fine, but let's do it discreetly. We don't want to attract anymore attention to ourselves than need be, because—"

"HEY, WHERE'S JARRT?" Marik called out, stopping the surrounding crowd of aliens in their tracks.

Yami gasped. "Marik, you ninny!"

Everyone collectively pointed eastward, where there was a busy street dead-ending at a nightclub with a lit sing that read something in that same language on the town billboard.

Marik smiled. "Thanks." He looked at Yami with an expression that said 'Worship my brilliance.' Yami only huffed and folded his arms.

The four of them began to shuffle that way and were soon at the door of the nightclub where Jarrt was supposedly dwelling. Beings from all walks of life were strolling in and out of the place. It was quiet loud in there and a strange music was floating out of the open door and into the air. Or lack thereof.

"I bet you expect us to just walk right in there, don't you?" said Yami, motioning towards the large, grotesque thing standing by the door, admitting people in and throwing them out, obviously the nightclub's resident heavy.

Marik wiggled his eyebrows at Yami suggestively and Yami rolled his eyes.

They stood together in the line which shortened immensely after the thug turned them away. Marik was standing in front of the other three, as per usual, and looked up unfazed as the thing stared him down.

"You look funny," the thing said.

"So do you," Marik said.

Mokuba groaned, "We're gonna die."

The bouncer tapped one of his eighteen feet. "If you want in, you gotta pay cover."

Marik sighed and looked back at the three of them. He asked, "Any of you have any money?"

Mokuba reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his check that he had previously been keeping in that lone tube sock under his pillow. "Well, I have my allowance. That's it though."

The bouncer laughed. "That little shred of paper's not worth anything here. You need a cover or you're not getting in."

"But we have to get in," Yugi argued.

"Not without a cover charge!"

There was an awkward pause. Marik's light bulb flashed suddenly and he picked up Mokuba, offering the tiny boy to the bouncer with his salesman grin, "Well, what about this little thing? He should be worth quite a few bucks, right?"

Mokuba squealed soundlessly.

The bouncer tilter his head and took Mokuba by the back out his shirt. He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Alright, go on in."

Both Yami and Yugi were left speechless.

Mokuba stuttered incoherently as Marik ushered the two spiky-haired teens in with him. He whispered before he went in, "Stay strong, Mokuba."

"B… But… MARIK!"

Inside, strobe lights were running around on the dance floor where alien life forms giggled and shook their moneymakers. Once in the mist of the shaking, Marik told his two companions to make like they were dancing so they could fit in for the time being.

"I cannot believe what you did to Mokuba!" Yugi shouted angrily as he did the Monkey.

"Kaiba's going to kill you," Yami said, doing the Cabbage Patch.

"Pththt. Kaiba doesn't worry me. He's a bazillion miles away. Besides, I'm not gonna leave the little runt there; I'll pick him up before we leave."

"Like it's so easy! Marik, you need to face reality—you sold Mokuba for entry to a club!"

"No, I sold him for gas. Now, let's find this Jarrt character," he said before continuing to Jitterbug through the crowd.

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