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Her Sweetness: Sorry about the delay. A new episode of Hell's Kitchen was on. So… yeah. You know the deal. XD!
Rascals R Wee
Chapter 15:
Marik sighed and reached for the sandwich. Bakura was smiling brightly and was ready to taste the yummy pork choppiness of the food but Yami, however, cried out in dismay and right in the instant that Marik's hand touched it, the young prince leapt off of Bakura and tackled Marik with all his force, sending the two rolling under an elevated root of a large tree.
Sounds of frustration followed them and, unfortunately for Bakura who was ready to eat that sandwich all by himself, he was dragged along as his shoelace and Yami's had intertwined and knotted together. The white-haired thief was dragged, kicking and screaming, after his companions who rolled faster and faster over bushes and through thorns.
"W-Wat the hell a-are ya doin', idiot?" Marik yelled at the prince who had hold of him.
"I ain't gunna let ya get us in t-twouble!" Yami yelled back.
"Slow d-down!" Bakura cried from behind them.
As the three of them went tumbling through the greenery, simultaneously scaring away some of the wildlife, the sandwich back at that bush remained untouched. The bush rustled and out popped Marty's head. He narrowed his eyes at the empty spot where the chibis once stood and then at the sandwich.
"Damn you, pork chop sandwich," he mumbled to himself, "WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME SO?"
Meanwhile, Yami, Marik and Bakura were on their way to who knows where, yelling and shouting. Their yells of anger had long since turned to those of fear because they were going downhill and had gained unwanted momentum, adding to their speed. The trees that they passed blurred together and the grass parted and, soon, they were in the air.
All together, they screamed, "AHHHH!"
The cliff they had fallen off of, fortunately, wasn't too big but the dirt path downwards was covered with sharp rocks. The three boys went spiraling off the cliff's edge and were thrown down, some of them hitting rocks, others being able to dodge. At the bottom of the cliff, there was a loud thud coming from Yami and Marik who flipped backwards off a large rock and landed on a hard patch of ground. Bakura came bopping afterwards and landed on top of Yami's head.
"O-Oh Ra!" he moaned, rolling off. "Yami, yer spikes puctuwed holes in mah body! I'm bweeding!"
Yami got up shakily and inspected his companion. "You ain't bweedin."
"… Weally? Felt wike it."
"Be thankful ya didn't land on Mawik's head," he said as they both looked at the blonde chibi dusting himself off.
"Yeah," Bakura nodded. "His head's wike a mace."
"Okay, tanks for da compliments," Marik said, glaring at the too of them. "And just so yous two know, mah hair is soft."
Bakura reached over with his finger extended.
"No, you cwant touch it!" Marik yelled.
"Geez…" Yami looked up from where they had just fallen. "Dat was insane… I take it dat for da west of da twip, none of yas will twy to pick up a fweakin' anonymous pork chop sammich! Off da gwound! Dat ting was prolly poison."
"Ya, poisoned wid yumminess," Bakura insisted. "Why ya always gotta ruin everythin'? I habn't eated since dat lollypop."
"Well, Mawik an I habn't eated in longer! Ya don't see Mawik complainin' bout my descision!"
Marik looked at the young Prince blandly. "Actuawy, dat was a dick move, Yami."
Yami gaped.
Marik sighed, not noticing the shadow passing over Yami's dejected face. "Welp, wets get a move on. No use in standin' here."
"Yep," said Bakura.
They started off again, traveling down the path trodden down by past animals. It was early evening by the time they had to stop to rest again. Being so small, they couldn't walk for the periods of time they used to as teenagers.
Marik sighed and sat down on a small tree truck. "We cwant go on wike dis," he panted, "we weally need food."
Bakura nodded. "It'd be so much easier if our hikaris were here… I wanna be able ta lay my head down on Ryou's chest again an' taste da sweet milk from his—"
"I dun care how you intended to end dat sentence, 'Kura," Marik said, "but I wefuse ta hear more."
Bakura pursed his lips.
Yami sighed. "You guys, we need food. I dun care bout mushwooms no more; get whaever ya want. I'm so hungwy."
"I'll do it," Bakura volunteered, getting up from his spot on the ground. He headed for a patch of woods just beyond the clearing and as he entered the woods, he said, barely audibly, "I should go anyway. I suddenwy gots me an' itch ta kill someting an' I'd hwate ta lose you guys dis earwy."
When he was gone, Marik and Yami exchanged uneasy looks and simultaneously huddled together.
"You sweepin' wid one eye open?"
"You know it."
In the light of dusk, the sky a grayish-blue and a sandpapery lining just above the trees, Bakura was back in the woods again, searching for food. He had no idea what, at his size, he could catch. He hoped to possibly see a squirrel or a field mouse. In his hand was a small, sharpened rock he'd picked up off the ground to assist him in his hunt.
Birds fluttered their wings in the trees and Bakura thought, after a while, he wouldn't be able to find anything. He thought about climbing a tree to get at a bird but before he explored that idea further, he squealed loudly and looked foreword. He fell back on the grass when he realized he'd almost walked into a small pond.
"Howy cwap!" he shouted and scurried back on all fours.
The water shimmered under the dipping sun and, in a minute, the trees behind Bakura shook and a man with a camera on a dolly walked out. "Hey, guys, we got to get them over here for the next shot," he said, calling back to some people who weren't in Bakura's immediate field of vision.
As more and more people came out, Bakura, sensing possible trouble if they were to see him, jumped behind a rock his size and peeked out on the other side, watching them position their cameras.
"Alright, everybody ready?" a man came out in a green plaid jacket. He joined one of the cameramen, looking through the large lens. "We don't want the water in the shot. Where're the guys? Are they out of costume yet, David?"
"Uh, yeah," he looked back nervously. "We got a problem. Viggo won't come out of his trailer until he gets a low-fat mocha latte with caramel foam and chocolate sprinkles."
"… What? He's supposed to be in character! Aragorn would not drink that!"
"Hey, tell that to Viggo."
"Ugh! Where's Orlando? Tell him to get his Elven ass out here."
"Um…"
"Don't tell me—he wants a latte as well?"
"No, his wig's missing."
"… Huh?"
"The Legolas wig! They couldn't find it in costumes. We think an animal came in at night and took it."
The man, who seemed to be the director, threw his arms into the air. "Oh hell! Whose dumb idea was it to film out here anyway?"
Everyone pointed to him.
"…"
Bakura was quite confused as to why they were there but managed to figure out there must be a movie in the making. The crew seemed to be too engrossed in their lack of actors to notice him so he decided to try and sneak back to Marik and Yami. But before he could make his move, a man in a long, white beard and white robes walked in through the trees with a big wand he held in one hand.
The director-man said to him, "Ian! Finally, someone is taking this seriously. Were you able to round up the others?"
"Nope," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Viggo's in his trailer pouting, Orlando's off somewhere looking for his wig and John is stuck on the toilet. Too many bean-burritos. I told you not to stick those on the lunch-cart, Peter."
He frowned.
Bakura, who was still behind his rock, gasped. That man must be the magical Wizard that they were trying to find all along. He held in his urge to run up to the man and demand that he change him back to the way he previously was. Instead, he took off in between the trees and in about ten minutes, he found Yami and Marik where he'd left them.
"Y-You guys! You'll neber guess wat I jus saw!"
Marik pursed his lips. "Well, it obiouswy wasn't food."
"'Kura, we're hungwy," Yami complained.
"Wisten! Dere's a whole moobie-makin' cwew jus in dere! An' dey got dat Wizard dat Yami said we was wookin' for! He's wight in dere!" Bakura pointed to the woods.
"Weally…?" Yami blinked.
"Yeah!"
Yami looked from him to Marik. Marik had an unreadable expression and so Yami smiled at Bakura, "Gweat job. Wets go check it out."
He nodded.
Yami raised his hand to the thief. "High-five!"
"… No."
"…"
It was beginning to darken on the path the hikaris had taken. They were tired and hadn't eaten in a while, like their other halves.
"I'm so hungry," Malik said, dismally.
"Me, too," Yugi agreed, holding his stomach.
The two of them looked over when Ryou said nothing. He was staring straight ahead with a concentrated look on his face. He muttered, "Will… not… be hungry…"
"Ryou! Will you forget the damn diet? We might starve to death!"
"If we do, I'll be in the best shape of my life."
"But you'll be dead!"
"Point?"
"… You don't make any sense!"
Yugi shook his head at the two. He sighed and, with the intake of breath, sniffed the air. "Hey… hey, wait guys, do you smell that?"
"It wasn't me."
"No! No, I mean, it smells like food."
"Hmm?" Malik sniffed as well. "Yeah, it does! It smells good. Where's it coming from?"
"Over there! Behind the trees!"
So the three of them sallied forth, off the path and towards the edge of the woods. They had to part a few bushes and kept following their noses until they saw a clearing through some more large trees. A large, roaring fire was going and over it was a huge pig that roasted almost black. Vegetables and foreign fruits lay around the pit and people with face paint and barely any clothes on danced around the fire and laughed and spoke in another language.
"Wow," Malik said. "Just look at all that food…"
"Uh uh. Forget it, you guys. These people may not be friendly and…" Yugi pointed over by one of the huts where sharpened spears lay propped up, "I don't really want to take that chance."
"What's life if you never take chances?"
Yugi frowned.
"Let's just try. They seem reasonable," Malik said with a smile and got up from in between his friends in the bushes.
Ryou and Yugi gasped. "No, wait!"
But it was too late. Malik was already in the clearing and everyone who was before indulged in their own business, looked wide-eyed at Malik. Malik, wanting to break the obvious ice, decided to try his worldly language-skills on them.
He smiled and raised a hand to them. "Hola," he said.
Yugi and Ryou groaned.
TBC…
Her Sweetness: Hey, guys, don't forget to review. Hopefully, you people know who played who in The Lord of the Rings but in case you don't, here are some and I'll add them as I introduce more in the story:
Orlando Bloom... Legolas
Viggo Mortensen... Aragorn
John Rhys-Davies... Gimli
Ian McKellen... Gandalf
There we go.