Disclaimer: OMR, fangirls! Quit trying to glomp me. I'm not stealing the rights to your precious anime.
A/N: I've been looking forward to writing this chapter for a long time, so you better enjoy it or I'll cry deeply and demand a refund. Also, once you finish, please go to my profile page and vote in my poll about my upcoming fanfic.
Bakura and Marik sat in their dimly lit hotel room, straining their brains to come up with a successful plan to free Ryou from the genie lamp. Ryou, exhausted from the stress of losing his body once again, was taking a nap inside the lamp. The fourth member of their party had disappeared several hours ago.
Suddenly, Melvin stormed into the room with a boom box, the music to Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" blaring from the speakers. He started singing:
"I'm bringing Ryou back.
That Nappa fool won't get any slack
When I wail on him with a baseball bat.
You think I'm violent, I'll give proof of that.
Ryou, babe,
You rest your sweet head.
Nappa's head will cave;
Nobody makes a friend of mine a slave.
Scold me tomorrow for how I'll behave."
Abruptly, Melvin paused the song and blew out of the room, the wind from his departure messing up the other boys' hair. They looked at each other, looked at Ryou's lamp, looked through the open door, looked back at each other, and simultaneously sighed in relief that neither of them were Nappa.
…
Nappa was frolicking through the dunes amongst the disintegrating runes of an ancient city, content in his assumption that nobody could find him, no matter who they were or how thoroughly they looked. But Nappa was a fool to think he could outsmart Melvin, for at that moment, Melvin was beside him, setting his boom box down on a slate and pressing the play button. He took hold of Nappa's head as he continued his song:
"Come here fool
Stop fighting and die quickly
Give into me
Stop fighting and die quickly
RIP
Stop fighting and die quickly
Blood runs free
Stop fighting and die quickly
Now you see who you're screwing with
Stop fighting and die quickly
Blue for your lips
Stop fighting and die quickly
Die, make me smile
Stop fighting and die quickly
You lived a while
Stop fighting and die quickly
Or free my Ryou now
Stop fighting and die quickly
Free my Ryou now
Stop fighting and die quickly
Free my Ryou now –"
"Alright," Nappa panted, going limp, "I'll wish him free. Just don't kill me."
Melvin dug his blood-drenched nails into Nappa's scalp, paused his song, and hoisted the boom box back over his shoulder. He pulled Nappa's face up to his line of vision and snarled, "Now come with me, and I'll leave you alone once you've finished your job." He dragged the oaf back across the desert and toward civilization.
…
Bakura jerked awake when he heard the distinct sound of someone dragging a partially conscious body down the hall and up to his door. A second later, Melvin demanded, "Let me in, Bakura." Without hesitation, he unlatched the door and opened it for Melvin, who yanked a bloody, sobbing giant into the room and threw him down on the floor. Nappa crawled up to Marik, who had just reentered the room, and wrapped his arms around the bewildered Egyptian's legs.
Marik kicked out of his grasp. "Gross! You're getting blood all over my skinny jeans! You bumbling fool; do you really think I would show you any mercy after what you did to my friend?"
Nappa cowered in the center of the room. Melvin sat down the scathed boom box and hit the play button. He finished his song:
"I brought this loser back.
His skull is fractured and his blood is black.
Wish Ryou free or be flayed for a sack,
Or I'll feed you to the jackals for a snack.
Nappa, fool,
You better listen.
I'll take you to school
Where I will teach you how I can be cruel.
Wish Ryou free, your blood's starting to pool."
Nappa stretched a trembling arm out to the genie lamp and choppily stroked the metal. Ryou billowed out of the spout, yawned, and looked down on the scene. He leapt back in fear at the sight of the beaten enslaver on the floor. Speaking through his sobs, Nappa cried, "I wish you free."
Without any lag, Nappa erupted in smoke and Ryou reformed before them. Ryou blinked, stretched his fleshy arms, and skipped around the small room in glee, landing at last in Melvin's arms. He laced his arms around Melvin's neck and pulled him into a grateful kiss, his eyes sealing themselves nimbly while his lips became engrossed in another pair of lips which responded with the like.
Bakura and Marik stepped quietly around their copies and fled in search of another, unoccupied room. Melvin and Ryou continued to kiss, the rest of the world having no relevance to them now. They parted unwillingly, holding each other closely, intimately, until the realization that they had a plane to catch dawned on them. They joined hands, glided out of the room, and hurried back to the terminal.
A/N: And now my life is complete! Yay! I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story – if you do want more chapters, please shoot me a message explaining where you'd like to see it go. This is Bob the Flying Monkey signing off.