Her Sweetness: Yeah… Bad, bad girl… I know… I am so sorry, I know I haven't updated this in two weeks, but I was distracted!

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Ya gotta believe me! Wah...!

Rascals R Wee

Chapter 6:

It was only 10 minutes after leaving their street that the three traveling chibis were beginning to lose heart. The night still surrounded them and, on occasion, vans full of necking teenagers passed by. Most of them mistook the chibis for badgers and threw broken beer bottles at the boys. Of course, what with them being so small, the bottles didn't really hit… They only hit the pavement, broke, shattered into a million pieces and one large, brown shard planted itself in Yami's bangs. He now resembled a unicorn that flew down from the Bud Light factories.

"Dis ting hurts…" Yami pouted, looking up at his horn as they traveled southwards on the sidewalk.

Marik looked at him and carefully tapped the shard. It jiggled when moved, but it didn't leave it's position, "Ah, dun worry 'bout it. I dun tink it's gunna come out wit all dat hair gel ya rub in. Weave it. If worse comes ta worse an we gets in twouble, you can jus poke da bad guys!"

Both Marik and Bakura busted out into a fit of giggles and Yami frowned, holding his large and heavy children's book to his chest, "Stwop waughin'! I mean it!" When they didn't cease, Yami's amethyst eyes watered up, "C'mon! We gotta keep goin'! We can't waste no mwore twime!"

Sighing and pushing his diapered butt from the cold ground, Bakura groaned, "Jeez, Phawoh, stwop bein' such a pwarty pooper."

"I am nwot a pwarty pooper!"

"Are too!"

"Shwut up!" Yami reared back and bashed Bakura in the head, thus resulting in a bleeding chibi on account of that half broken beer bottle lodged in his head. Bakura fell down on the ground howling and yelping.

Marik blinked, "Ookay… Someone nweeds ta calm down…"

"Wah! I'm sorwy!" Yami gasped, realizing what he had done and hurried to help Bakura up, but got a smack in the face for it. Bakura stood up and wiped the dirt off of the designer label toddler's tee that Ryou had gotten him.

"I dun nweed hewp. Wet's go." He started walking at a fast pace and left both Yami and Marik under the street light until, five steps later, he slowed down and turned around. He walked back quickly and slapped Yami across the face.

"AH! W-Wat was dat for!" He yelped, holding onto his face with both small hands.

"You dwidn't saw where we was goin'!"

"To New Zewand! I said dat!"

Marik rolled his eyes, walking next to his buddy, "So wat, ya 'spect us ta jus fwy dere?"

"Yea." Yami nodded seriously.

"…"

"…"

They both smacked him and he fell down, producing an 'oomph' as they scolded him some more. Bakura frowned, "Ya weally dumb if ya tink, jus cause we're wittle, dat we can fwy!"

"D-Dat's not what I meant! Weally! I meant we could go to da airport and get on a pwane and go dere dat way! Unwess yous guys got a betta idea 'bout gettin dere. If dats da case, den I'll gwadwy wisten to yas." The young prince smiled and felt quite superior as the other two wore a rather dumb look on their faces as they nodded to each other.

Marik cleared his throat after consulting his confidant, "Awight. We, da membas of da Bad Ass Society, are willin' to cooparate wit chas."

"Dat is…" Bakura added, "Onwy if yas join us an' do wat we says. Dat means no mwore of your suckin' up ta hikawis an' no mwore of dat dumb ting you do!"

"W-Wat dumb ting?"

"Talkin'. Ya gotta stwop dat."

Marik nodded to the smaller yami who looked at them both incredulously, "He's wight, y'know. Wheneva ya say something', stupid stuff floats inta da air an dat jus can't be good for da Ozone."

"So, if ya agwee to our demands, we'll let yas join da Bad Ass Society!"

"Um… K-Kay…"

Yami blinked as both Marik and Bakura spit on their hands and stuck them out to shake. The Pharaoh scrunched his nose up but timidly licked the palm of his hand and shook theirs. He smiled after wiping his hand on his pant leg feverishly, "I-I'm so gwad we're fwiends!"

"Nobudy said nutin' 'bout no fwiends! So shut up afore we banish ya!"

"Meep!"

The albino toddler smirked and looked out into the street that was being used by a few late night partiers who hooted and mooned them as they drove by. He turned back to his partners, "I ain't walkin to da airport… My feeties are hurtin'. Les catch a wide wit one of dem."

"Dat's a good idea." Marik nodded, "My feeties are kinda hurtin' too."

Yami knitted his eyebrows, "Why would total stwangers wanna give t'ree kids a wide?"

"Wule numbah one of da Bad Ass Society, Yami. Tink outside of da box. Wes ain't gunna ask dem for a wide. Wes gunna 'catch' a wide."

"… I dun get it."

Bakura groaned out in aggravation and turned to Marik, "I-I can't work wit dis kid!"

He nodded sympathetically as Bakura threw his arm over his eyes dramatically. Marik took over and smacked Yami on the back of the head for his ignorance. After a large whine, Yami looked back up tearfully as Marik commanded that the boy pay attention to his and Bakura's upcoming lesson.

As if right on cue, a blue Toyota came bopping down the road, heading towards the same direction that the chibis once were. Both of the slightly taller boys were grinning from ear to ear and waited on their tiptoes on the curb as the truck got closer and closer. Yami watched them with befuddlement on his face until the truck was finally about ten feet away and both Marik and Bakura ran out into the road. A second passed, lights flashed and when the Toyota zoomed by and Yami's companions were no where to be seen, he immediately panicked.

"Oh Ra! K-Kura! Marik! Where are yas?"

"Over here, ya dummy!"

Yami blinked and looked to the left where he saw the boys waving at him from the back of the truck. He smiled and waved back calmly, "Oh, heya, guys! Watcha doin' over dere?"

Marik rolled his eyes, "Ya idiot, get ya royal butt ova here!"

"… Oh! Oh, yea! I-I'm comin'!"

In the back of that blue Toyota, the chibified yamis looked on and snickered as Yami ran to catch up, though his chubby and small legs weren't helping much. Lucky for him, though, that the truck stopped just ten feet later at a stoplight that prevented this side's traffic flow. The young prince seized his opportunity and sprinted to the back of the car, grabbing a hold of the bumper.

"I made it!" He cried cheerfully, but before another word was said, the light turned green and the truck went zooming foreword and Yami flipped over into the back, landing on his stomach right behind Bakura and Marik. "… Ouch."

"See? Dat wasn't so hard."

Marik nodded, "Wight. So we'll jus wide da car till we get cwose to da airport. Tink ya can be quiet till den?"

"Uh… uh-huh…" He blushed, "B-But why I gotta be qui—"

"WE SAID SIWENCE!"

"…"

Back in the heart of the East Side, down on Sphincter Ave, everyone in a particular gaming shop was asleep and drifting around in their dreamlands. The house was silent and not a motion was made. Except one. Except the motions and movements of a wily old coot who happened to be tiptoeing up the stairs in his own home.

He was wearing a ninja suit that adorned every wrinkle and saggy curve of his body. The suit was made out of spandex and, sadly, the old man hadn't known that when he bought the suit from 'Boom Boom' and when he had tried it on, it almost didn't fit. So he was forced to remove his undergarments and as he now continued his tipping and toeing, he repeatedly pulled wedgies out of his crack.

He reached the top of the stairs and made it to the other side of the hallway where a hard wooden door had a piece of paper taped to it that read, 'Yugi and Yami's Room!' He grinned under that thick, gray mustache and gently pushed open the door.

Inside were the normal things he sometimes witnessed in his grandson's room. Dirty clothes in large piles, half eaten snacks on the floor and sexual, torture devices stacked up in the corner. But something else caught his eye, distracting him from attempting to steal those inviting looking toys. Over in the bed by the window was Yugi who was snoring lightly and had his arm draped over a smaller something next to him.

That's what he was interested in.

'Ooh hoo hoo hoo!' He laughed mentally, becoming quite giddy as he maneuvered between all the obstacles, 'Finally, I'll have a great grandson to call my very own! Yugi wants to hog Yami but then he'll go to waste, that boy doesn't know how to raise a kid. Heh heh heh, Yami, you're all mine now!'

Just as Grandpa threw the covers off of the sleeping boys, he gasped at seeing his grandson with his arm draped protectively over Little Fruitcake who was snuggling next to him.

Grandpa blinked angrily, "What the (bleep)? Where's Yami?"

At hearing this sudden noise, Little Fruitcake mewled and turned his head, peeping one large and chocolaty brown eye up at the intruder. He frowned, 'Aren't you here a little bit late? Visiting hours in this room are from 7 to 7. And it looks like it's 2 am. Master doesn't like being woken up before 7, it interrupts his beauty sleep. And you know something else…'

As Little Fruitcake blabbed on, Grandpa busied himself by frantically searching the bed. Under pillows and sheets and stuffed animals, even lifting the kitten to search beneath him.

'E-Excuse me!'

"Grr, where is he?" He cried out to himself, throwing the cat out of the window who in turn screeched and failed to land on his feet as he met a bush.

"YAWN."

Suddenly, the old man stopped his search and looked up, eyes wide as he starred at Yugi who was sitting up in bed and rubbing his eye. He looked over and almost jumped back at seeing his grandfather holding one of his bed sheets.

"W-What are you doing in here, Grandpa?"

"Um… I-I can explain… Uh, see… I was taking some medicine… B-But those darn childproof caps made it slip out of my hand and would ya believe it? It went flying right into your bed, so… Aha, so I came in here to get it…" He coughed and blushed, knowing that what he had just said was a crappy excuse and that he was busted for sure.

Yugi blinked before reaching his hand down into the covers and then pulling out an orange pill bottle. "Oh, here it is…" He outstretched his arm, "Here ya go, Grandpa."

"…"

"Well…? Aren't you going to take it?"

"Oh… Yes, of course." He laughed nervously and took the pill bottle, turning on his heel and walking out of the room. He was almost out of the doorway before he heard the boy call him.

"And Grandpa?"

"Uh, y-yes, Yugi?"

"Could you take all that spandex off? I don't want the neighbors starting more rumors."

"Ugh… yes, Yugi…"

It was now that Marik and Bakura were regretting taking this particular vehicle. Just moments after commanding Yami to shut up, Bakura got up and peeked through the back window of the cab and saw that it happened to be an old woman who was driving. And that was just a pain.

She stopped at every stop sign for more than five minutes even when there was no other car in sight and when she was actually surrounded by cars, she went so slow that you couldn't even tell she was moving. The boys considered the option of hopping on another vehicle, but Yami began to whine and complain and it took another five whacks with Marik's rattle to shut him up again.

But finally, they recognized the street they were on and as luck would have it, the old woman was pulling into the large and twisted parking lots of the Domino City Airport.

"Yes! Wes here!" Yami announced, holding onto the side of the car and blinking his eyes excitedly as if he were a puppy.

"Yea, yea. Wes here, now pipes down afore you mess stuff up." Bakura snapped at the puppy-like yami who whined, giving him big eyes.

The old woman exited her car and went off into the large building. Marik hopped down from inside the car and motioned for the other two to do the same thing. When they got down, they had to sneak under cars and hide behind things all the way to the building in order to not be seen by the adults that surrounded them.

But they did make it and to find out what happens after that, you'll just have to wait until I start typing again.

TBC…