Her Sweetness: Each day is getting a little better… Kinda weird in a way! I almost feel like I walked out of this stronger than when I walked in. And, you know, maybe I did.
Anyway, thanks to those of you who reviewed! This writing is going to be the thing that saves me, I just know it!
Rascals R Wee
Chapter 10:
"Oh, Malik, why!" Yugi screamed, "We're going to be in so much trouble when we're caught!"
Malik swerved the steering wheel with both hands as they entered into the parking lot, the pavement below the speeding car and the howling, bleeding guard further and further behind them. As the car rounded the corner of the building and raced to the other side, the guard who had previously called Malik "ma'am" rushed back into his booth and dialed the main security office inside.
"Hello," said a slightly feminine but obviously male voice on the other line, "this is Security, how may I—"
"It's Randy at the Eastern Gate! There's been a breach! Code Red! Code Red! Send back-up!"
The shemale on the other line sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at the receiver. Whilst Randy rambled on, a man pouring himself a cup of coffee in the background looked at the man at the desk's expression and asked, "Randy again?"
"Yes," he said with a lisp, "and he wont shut up…"
"Are you listening to me? I said it's a goddamned Code Red!"
"Alright, alright, I heard you. Listen, Randy, don't get me wrong, you're darling, but is this Code Red anything like last Tuesday when the Abominable Snowman was harassing an old woman in the stairwell?"
Randy scowled, completely forgetting his busted foot. He shouted, "That really happened! Dammit, while we're chit-chatting, three psychos are infiltrating NASA! Do something!"
"You know, we put you out there so you could welcome the old lady tour buses, not so you could cause a ruckus."
"I'm serious—"
The line clicked off and Randy wailed in frustration. "Fine," he muttered to himself, "If they won't do anything, I will! And when I catch those maniacs, everyone will see that I'm not crazy!" He limped off in the direction the boys had gone.
On the south side of the building, Malik had parked the car and he and Yugi untied Ryou from the backseat. Ryou was fuming mad, his sweet face as red as a cherry. He stomped over to Malik while simultaneously trying to keep his Chobits towel from falling.
Ryou stood in front of the Egyptian and growled, "Gimme those freakin' keys!" as he snatched the ring of keys from Malik. "That is the absolute last time I let one of you limey buggers drive my car! This thing wasn't cheap! It is not a toy! If anyone is going to be reckless with this vehicle, it is going to be me!"
Malik pouted after a moment of silence. "It's not my fault."
Yugi was tempted to say something and might have gone through with it if it wasn't for a fourth person coming in on their conversation. The three boys turned around at hearing the clearing of a throat. It was a middle-aged janitor in a gray jumpsuit with a name tag that said plainly: Earl.
"There're no tours today," he said conversationally. "What are you kids doing here, huh?"
They blinked at each other.
"We're here to go to Jupiter," Malik said bluntly and both Yugi and Ryou face-faulted.
The janitor thought he was kidding and so he laughed good-naturedly.
Yugi frowned at Malik and whispered, "You can't say things like that! You want to blow what little cover we have? The whole building's probably looking for us after you broke through the front gate."
"Well, excuse me!"
"Okay, okay," Ryou said, "let's not argue. Let's just go, it's not like this old man can stop us. After that, whatever happens, happens. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Now," said Earl, gaining their attention, "why don't you kids scat. I've got cleaning up to do. And you," he pointed to Ryou, "you ought to put some clothes on."
Ryou looked down and then they all looked back at Earl, tilting their heads.
Back on the plane that was being piloted by Captain Gummy and flown to Melbourne, Australia, three tiny chibified boys were being harassed by the man in seat 11B. Currently, the man, also known as Marty had little Marik in his grasp and was trying to get the little one to settle down.
Yami was crying loudly, not sure what else to do at this point and Bakura banged on Marty's arm but it had no effect. The same attendant that had visited them earlier now came running back to their row and starred angrily at Marty, her hands on her hips in annoyance.
"Sir, I must ask you to keep your children quiet! They're so loud that first class can hear them and no one is able to enjoy their peanuts."
"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Marty said politely and as he held Marik in one arm, he scooped up both Yami and Bakura in the other one. "I think they're just scared of the plane ride. I should take them to the bathroom for a diaper change. Excuse me," he said and left his seat for the lavatory, the kids still kicking and screaming.
"That's a good idea." The flight attendant nodded, obviously satisfied with the results of her scolding and stood there for a moment longer, after Marty had gone into the bathroom at the end of the coach. She finally said to herself, "Wait a minute, our lavatory doesn't have a changing station..!"
Inside the lavatory, the wicked man, Marty, barely had enough room to move around. The coach restroom was small and almost unsanitary with writings on the wall and used toilet paper on the floor. Marty was obese and sweaty and the small space made the chibis only more repulsed.
"Wet go uh me!" Bakura growled and banged harder with his tiny fists.
Marik bit the man and it might have been more effective if he had had all of his teeth. Yami still cried and begged a little for Marty to let go and leave them alone. Marty put Yami in the sink and held him in place with Bakura while Marik was at his ankles, still trying to bit him but Marty could barely feel it and what little he did feel only turned him on further.
"Hush, now, kiddies. Just stay quiet," he said, licking the sweat from upper lip.
"DIS IS SO GWOSS!" Yami howled frantically.
"Qwick, 'Kuwa, do somethin'!" Marik yelled in between bites.
Bakura thought for a minute and then a relatively small light bulb went off in his head. He grabbed the screaming pharaoh by his hair and used all of his strength to fling him at Marty's face. Marty went toppling backwards clumsily and Marik had to scurry out of the way to avoid being squished.
As Marty went sliding down the wall as Yami went tumbling off of him and into a pile of the used toilet paper. When his big, spiky head popped out, he was dry-heaving and screamed wildly, "UNSANITAWY!"
The other two boys who weren't quite as sissified as Yami was launched themselves onto Marty's chest, armed with wads of dirty toilet paper and other things found on the floor and assaulted him.
"Eat dis, you sick fweak!" Marik yelled, stuffing Marty's mouth with the toilet paper. Bakura followed suit and ran back onto Marty's stomach, jumping up and down as hard as he could, forcing Marty to gag on what Marik was shoving in. He was swallowing and throwing up in the same moment.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakura roared with evil laughter as he jumped. "I habn't had dis much fun swince we twied ta kill Yami!"
Yami frowned at this.
From outside of the lavatory, all that ruckus was very loud. The flight attendant who had earlier scolded Marty and then remembered that there was no changing station in the lavatory sidled on back there and listened at the door. She gasped quietly at the battle cries and thumps and crying coming from inside. She was no Harvard graduate but she had just about enough sense to know that those weren't the sounds of diapers being changed.
So, not heeding the occupied sign on the door, she jiggled the handle and the door slid open and the contents of the room was revealed to her and the other rubber-necking passengers in the vicinity.
There was a simultaneous roar of "OH GOD!" from the passengers and attendant as they watched two of the chibis attacking a man with his pants down around his ankles and Yami in the corner crying his eyes out.
Yami stopped crying when he realized that real help was here and he crawled over Marty's body and avoided Bakura's stomping and fell onto the attendant's ankles, grasping them and shouting abstractly, "H-Howwable!"
The attendant had to grab both Bakura and Marik from off of Marty before she could properly lay into him for whatever odd things he was doing to the three little boys. She began to yell, "Just what the hell is this! You giant pervert, you aren't their father!"
"Gee, ya tink?" Yami wailed.
"Let me go, I ain't done beatin' da cwap outta dat fweak!" Marik shouted and fought the woman's grip on him to get at Marty.
"Wait, please!" Marty called to her, raising his hands in surrender. "Don't let them loose! I'm sorry, I lost control of my urges!"
"Dat is so gwoss…"
Before the attendant or any of the other passengers could say something about this, the pilot's voice sounded over the loudspeaker: "Attention, passengers, we are about to land in Melbourne, Australia. Thank you for riding Sweetness Airlines, please choose us again for your traveling pleasure."
The plane began to decline roughly and the passengers buckled up but the chibis and attendant and pedophile were not in a position to be secure and so they were bounced around a bit. It seemed that Marty had learned his lesson about messing with those three but as the plane went down to the runway and slowed to a stop, he got up and went ambling towards the attendant who had dropped the boys.
He nearly threw himself at them, shouting something incomprehensible.
The boys shrieked in unison and, reacting to their innate chibi-instincts, ran for their chubby little lives. Marty turned on a dime with uncharacteristically cat-like reflexes and stampeded over the poor female attendant as she lay on the floor, paralyzed, with a huge crook in her back.
"Wait a minute!" Bakura shouted as he and his companions made it through coach and then first class, narrowly avoiding being stepped on, "Wat we wunnin' for? We can take 'em, can't we?"
Yami panted, "I tink it's best if we jus get da hweck outta hear!"
"Stwop makin' decisions for us!" Marik shouted at Yami, once again outraged.
"B-But Mawik—"
Marik stopped suddenly, right at the gate to the lobby of Melbourne International Airport, and turned to face Marty. Bakura and Yami stopped as well, both for the same reason, to drag Marik away before a horrible fate could befall him.
"Wat're ya? Stwupid?" Bakura said to him while yanking on his arm.
"No, I'm nwot wunnin' no more! Cwazy wapists dun scare me none!"
"…" Yami paused, his upper lip curled in disgust. "Dere's somethin' wong wid you…"
Marty came running up to them and Yami's shrill cry was enough to shatter glass. And, conveniently enough, the glass of the window directly above the exit, did shatter and a large shard of glass fell on Marty's head, knocking him to the floor in an unconscious heap and another fell on top of him, pinning him to the ground.
Bakura and Marik turned their heads to Yami who, himself, looked more than a bit surprised. Bakura half-grinned and said, "Ey, Yami's swissiness gibs him super stwength."
Marik frowned.
Yami giggled a little at this and began to walk ahead with Bakura in tow. Marik sulked behind them, his little hands shoved far down in his tiny pockets.
"5,625 bottles of Pepto-Bismol on the wall! 5,625 bottles of Pepto-Bismol! Take one down, pass it around, 5,624 bottles of Pepto-Bismol on the wall…"
Little Fruitcake gritted his teeth in agony at not just Grandpa's horrid, annoying singing but at the awful weight that was pushed down on top of him every step he took. They hadn't been traveling for more than fifteen minutes when Grandpa had pleaded unimaginable fatigue and threw himself onto Little Fruitcake, forcing the kitten to carry him.
'C-Could you maybe shift your weight a bit? You know… so your butt isn't on my head?' asked the little animal, interrupting the merry singing of the old man.
"Stop that meowing, Fruity. We've got to get down to business if we're ever going to have any hope of finding Yami. I suspect Yugi and his friends have already gone off to find Yami and take him for themselves. Selfish little whippersnappers."
Little Fruitcake frowned, looking up at Grandpa. 'They aren't selfish—'
"Which way did they go, Fruity?"
'Don't ask me, I'm not a dog; you're stupid underwear plan didn't work—'
Grandpa pointed north. "That way did you say?"
'No, I said—"
"That way?"
There was a moment of silence.
Little Fruitcake sighed heavily and said, 'Sure, fine, whatever. They went that way.'
"Wonderful! Let's keep on then." So the old man kicked his heels into the tiny kitten's sides and the kitten yipped and began to scuttle northward.
They went on for a while, Little Fruitcake's back breaking as Grandpa sang his Pepto-Bismol song from where he had left off. The were going extremely slow for obvious reasons and when they finally arrived in Domino City Park, Little Fruitcake was beyond exhausted and collapsed, causing the old man he carried to plop to the floor.
Grandpa blinked. "Fruity?"
No response.
"Hey, Fruity? Stop playing games, we have to keep going!"
'W-Who's… playing…' the cat muttered.
Grandpa sighed with impatience at his lazy pet. They were in the middle of the park with children running around on the playground a few yards away and on the other side of the lake was a group picnic and a few young lovers beyond that but other than these people, there was no one around. Or so Grandpa thought. He lifted his weight from the kitten and Little Fruitcake popped back into life, gasping and hissing at the old man.
'We need to find another way of travel!'
"Maybe you're right, Fruity. You're much too weak and frail."
'I'm a freakin' cat!'
Suddenly, there was the sound of a whisper.
Little Fruitcake's ears perked up to hear it better. Grandpa's hearing aid was on full blast and he turned around as well, also able to hear the distinct sound.
"Did you hear that, Fruity?"
'Yeah, I did,' said the kitten, now not remarking on the degrading nickname of Fruity.
The sound came again, "Psst."
Finally, the two looked behind a wooden bench to a cluster of trees and saw a dark figure standing next to one of the trees, only a portion of the figure's face sticking out, that portion shaded with the leaves of the oaks. He beckoned to them again, lifting his hand and motioning for the two to join him by the trees.
"Who are you?" Grandpa asked.
"Psst. Come over here," said the figure, ignoring the question and motioning again. "I got something for you two. Something special."
Grandpa brightened immediately. "Really?" he asked and began to take the necessary steps toward him. Little Fruitcake gasped and dug his sharp little teeth into Grandpa's overalls.
'Wait just a minute!' he growled. 'This is a strange guy! We don't know him, we ought to just walk away!'
"Oh, Fruity, don't be silly! He looks trustworthy."
'You can't even see him properly!' the kitten wailed.
The person in the shadows beckoned again. "Psst. Come on. Come here. Just for a second. I have a special something for both of you."
'Don't do it, please! What about finding Yami?'
"This will only take a second," Grandpa told the cat and then asked the mysterious figure, "Won't it?"
"Sure. Less than a second. Just come here."
"See?" Grandpa said and then went over to the tree where the person stood. When Grandpa was standing right in front of him, he said, "Why don't you show yourself?"
"I prefer not to. Now, to the matter at hand." The man appeared to have a large, dingy-brown trench coat on with stains and holes all across it. There was a large pocket in the front of it and the man used his finger to open it. Grandpa tried to see into it but it was dark inside the pocket.
Little Fruitcake stayed a comfortable distance from the two, his fur frizzed.
"What's in there?" Grandpa asked, genuinely curious.
"Something special," the man said, looking into Grandpa's eyes. "And if you want to know what it is badly enough, you will reach in and get it."
Little Fruitcake screeched soundlessly. 'No! Don't you do it, you senile old man! Don't you do it!'
"It is just for you. No one else in the world will have this," said the man. "Take it. Reach in and take it."
Grandpa lifted his tired old hand and hesitated for a second. "But…"
"You never know what you need the most until you have it."
Little Fruitcake hissed loudly, 'That doesn't make any sense! Come back here! Get away from him!'
There was a moment of silence. The stranger's piercing golden eyes watched as Grandpa lifted his hand again and reached for the pocket. Little Fruitcake cringed and broke out into a sprint, trying to reach Grandpa in time.
Her Sweetness: If you want the next chapter, review, please! I love reading what you think!
TBC…