Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Follow the Dragon ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

“Follow the Dragon”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal and F_D_C2003

Rating: NC17

Genre: Comedy/Drama/Hentai/Romance/Shounen

Type: Continuation

Credits to: Various websites and books on China, Hong Kong and Japan.

 

DISCLAIMER: Anything you read about in this fic, I DO NOT OWN! I merely use real-life things to make the fic more realistic and believable. I also make no money off of writing this… imagine the possibilities if I was…

 

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JoeysGal: Wowzers, it really took a long time for me to be satisfied with this chapter! I'm still not entirely happy with it, but I have kept you waiting long enough! XD j/k. Anyways here we go…

 

F_D_C2003: There will be much pissing at each other like babies between Bakura and Marik to come, don't you worry XD They're bound to get up to some mischief, don't you worry.

 

Dragonlady222: There is no knowing with Kaiba. I find him a predictable yet unpredictable character to write, which is why I like doing him so much I guess ^^ you'll soon find out what happens with them.

 

Lo: Relationships will be developing soon, never fear! All in good time, though. I'm keeping everything under wraps for now though XD

 

Sugar_Shinimegami: O.O don't kick yourself! You might get hurt… but I'm glad you're enjoying it all the same! Thanks for your reviews! ^_^

 

Etsuyo: YAAAAAAY you like it!! *bounces up and down* I'm glad I made you laugh and I'm glad you think it's good. Thanks for your support and keep up with your own story too!

 

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 

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Currently the boys - save for Anzu - were sitting around a table slowly consuming their breakfast. Again, the food wasn't what they were used to eating in the morning, but they couldn't complain. Who knew that eggs mixed with milk, cheese and herbs and tossed into a frying pan could taste so good in the morning? Jounouchi, for one, could certainly get used to it. Ryou, on the other hand, was eating like a starving animal. It wasn't every day he got to devour a full English breakfast complete with eggs, bacon, hash-browns, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes and thickly-sliced toast.

 

Bakura raised an eyebrow at his hikari. “Ryou, I don't think I've ever seen you eat so much - or so fast - before. Slow down or you'll choke, or something.”

 

“And we couldn't have that now, could we?” Yami stated sarcastically.

 

“What in all the Gods' names is that supposed to mean?” Bakura glowered at the other spirit. “Do you want my hikari to choke to death, you twisted imbecile?”

 

“That's not what I was getting at, thief.” Yami replied ascetically. “What I meant was, no host, no spirit, remember?”

 

“Screw you, Pharaoh! I should strangle your little bitch hikari and see how you like it!” Bakura shrieked, standing up, his eyes glowing like two dark red garnets.

 

Yuugi - sitting across from Bakura - sweatdropped. “Un, I'm going to get some more fruit juice.” Hastily, he left the table.

 

“Sit your lily ass down, Tomb Robber. He's only trying to wind you up.” Marik muttered.

 

“And that, my friend, just came from my seven year-old yami.” Malik said, only to rile up Bakura even more. “Aren't you proud of how mature he has become?”

 

“Shut up! You're all under some conspiracy to plot against me today and damned be all of you for it!” Bakura seethed.

 

Ryou managed somehow to swallow the huge bolus of food in his mouth. “Yami, control yourself, will you? Let's concentrate on what we will be doing today.”

 

//Shouldn't we change that to `who' we might be doing, instead?// Marik sniggered to Malik, glancing across the table at Otogi.

 

The dark-haired boy caught Malik's darker half smirking lustfully at him and flushed, turning back to his breakfast which suddenly seemed more appealing than it did two seconds ago.

 

/You're only setting yourself up to get hurt, Marik./

 

//How would you know? I don't see the Sennen Tauk around your neck.//

 

/I just don't want you to make a fool of yourself if Otogi rejects you./

 

//Unlike you, hikari, I can handle rejection. That's why I'm not a scaredy-cat.//

 

/Are you calling me a pussy?!/

 

//Put bluntly, yes. You're so scared of what Ryou's going to say or do if you tell him how you feel that you choose not to do anything at all.//

 

Malik faltered. Why, in some things, was his equivalent such a complete and utter idiot, yet in other things an absolute genius? /I hate you./

 

//I already know that. How about I make a deal with you?//

 

/Yeah right; I'd rather sell my soul to Anubis!/

 

//Hear me out, first. Whoever succeeds in seducing their person first, wins. Whoever loses… Well, they have to serve as a slave to their adversary for the following week.//

 

Malik shuddered at the thought of being Marik's bitch for an entire week. /No way./

 

//Trust me, it's for your own benefit. Ryou is more popular than you might think.//

 

/Huh? Come again?/

 

//You're not the only one that wants him, you twit!//

 

Malik immediately dismissed himself from the conversation as chills of hot and cold overcame him. He felt blood rise to his face in humiliation. How could he have been so naïve? Ryou was a single, attractive young male. He was on the market for anyone to take - with his consent. Of course he was going to have competition! Why couldn't Malik just be straight up with him? Ryou was a kind and understanding person, after all, but Malik wasn't so sure how well he would understand this in particular.

 

/… Who… Who else is there?/

 

//That would be telling.//

 

/Just one person? Or more?/

 

//What makes you think I would tell you? That would be defeating the purpose of my proposal.//

 

Malik's heart was racing. He didn't know what to do now, knowing that there may be someone else out there who was in pursuit of Ryou as much as he was. /Name exactly what the consequences are of losing this deal and I'll make up my mind then./

 

//Like I said - slavery for one week. You lose, you do whatever I want, regardless, and vice versa.//

 

Malik also knew his yami was a cheat. Was he willing so sacrifice himself to Marik if the bet was lost? But then, if he won… /Alright, you've got a deal./

 

**

 

“I didn't know we could get so much crammed into one day!” Yuugi exclaimed as he and the group read over their itineraries.

 

“We're going to be exhausted by the end of the day!” Jou commented.

 

“Not to mention we're going everywhere by coach; man, I hate public transport!” Honda griped. “I wish I could have brought my motorbike.”

 

“It will all be worth it though, you guys!” Anzu chimed.

 

“Will you listen to yourselves? Stop your whining; you sound like kindergarten children! You should be lucky that you even got to come on this trip. Losers.”

 

Everybody around the breakfast table cringed as Kaiba walked by, announcing his presence in a similar fashion to an artic blizzard blowing throughout the restaurant. Being that Kaiba was one of the most disciplined people that ever walked the Earth, the other students should have known better than to complain in his vicinity. No wonder he had been made a prefect this year; he set the perfect example for junior students - how to wear the school uniform properly; exceeding in both classes and extra curricular clubs; being polite to teachers and respecting elders; not to mention he was the CEO of a booming multi-national company - all by the age of eighteen. Besides the sarcastic comments directed at Jounouchi and his friends, he was subtle about his taunting, making sure never to be caught out by any patrolling sensei in the area.

 

“Does he ever lay off?” Anzu muttered, rolling her blue eyes.

 

“I wish he would get kidnapped and taken to Pyongyang,” Jou said. “He'd make a good sidekick for Kim Jong Il, don't you think?”

 

The rest of the group coloured a little. The abductions of Japanese people stowed away to North Korea was a relatively taboo subject and wasn't talked about often unless it was brought up in the news.

 

“That's not a very nice thing to say, Jounou.” Ryou said quietly.

 

“Imagine the scandal!” Anzu shrieked.

 

Jou shrugged. “Meh, who cares? Kaiba could handle it - he could probably buy his way out of it.”

 

“Be careful what you wish for though, Jou-kun.” Yuugi said.

 

“Attention, class!”

 

All students in the breakfast hall turned their heads to Matsuri-sensei who was standing up the front with the two other teachers at her side. Her pale green eyes were glistening and she looked excited; Jounouchi assumed she had every reason to be. The Chinese language, culture and way of life was her passion, after all, and he had read nothing but positive reviews written by the past students she had taken on this trip.

 

“As you probably already know, today we will be involved in two equally exciting activities - firstly we will be going, by coach, to the Hong Kong Museum of History and secondly we will go to one of the most amazing theme parks in the world - Ocean Park. Our coach to the museum will be here in fifteen minutes so I will ask of you now to please gather your things and meet me outside the lobby. Don't forget your cameras and diaries, everyone!”

 

//I don't know who's worse; her or that pathetic, friendship-ranting, sorry excuse for a woman, Anzu.//

 

/What's wrong with Matsuri-sensei?/ Ryou inquired. /I'd rather have her than Yamanaga-sensei; he's a right brute./

 

//She just gets on my wick.//

 

/Everyone gets on your wick, Bakura./

 

//It's not my fault that every person in the modern world are morons and I'm not.//

 

/Does that make me a moron then, yami?/

 

//Well… no. But that's only because you gave me a second chance at life. Otherwise, yes.//

 

Ryou rolled his eyes. /You are too kind, really./

 

//Welcome.//

 

“Ryou, snap out of it! Are you coming, or what?”

 

The blanch-haired hikari looked up to see Malik waving his arms around. “Oh, sorry Malik. Yeah, let's go.”

 

After the students had grabbed their gear from their hotel rooms, they made their way down to the lobby. Outside, hundreds of people - mostly women - were crowding around the entrance to the hotel. The hotel staff members were struggling to fight them off. Jounouchi and the rest of the group walked cautiously outside, puzzled as to what was going on. And then, like a sudden tidal wave of realization, it became all too obvious.

 

“Kaiba!”

 

“Mr. Kaiba! Over here Mr. Kaiba!”

 

“Seto! Can we have your autograph?!”

 

“Smile for the camera, Mr. Kaiba!”

 

“I'm your number one fan! I have a fan club dedicated to you!”

 

“Marry me Seto!”

 

“Oh my God, it's him! It's really him!”

 

Fans. Hundreds upon hundreds of fans. It made Jou feel ill to think that his sworn nemesis actually had this many people that worshipped the very ground he stood on. If only they knew what he was really like. Still, that probably wouldn't change their minds, would it? They were so infatuated with the CEO, famed for his striking cobalt-eyes, that Jou doubted whether they would care if he had a third nipple, AIDS, Mad Cow Disease, eleven fingers or all of the above.

 

Suddenly the coach arrived. The only way to get to it was to make their way through the horde of screaming girls and paparazzi alike, holding flowers, toys, poems, posters, microphones and cameras. Matsuri-sensei sweatdropped; she obviously hadn't thought about what might happen bringing Kaiba on this tour. Shaking her head, she beckoned the class to follow her through the throng of rioting fans. Kaiba, smug as he was, flashed a smile that even Jou hadn't seen before, signing a few posters, but declining the gifts. One girl in the crowd even fainted after handing over her poem.

 

“We claim no liability for any of this!” Matsuri-sensei disclaimed before managing to get all her students through the coach door.

 

“Man, Kaiba's fans over here are even crazier than back home.” Honda commented.

 

“You can say that again,” Anzu agreed, finding herself a seat. “I don't see what's so great about him.”

 

“I bet if they knew what he was really like then they wouldn't be so… obsessive over him.”

 

Anzu hmm'ed, then a thought struck her. “But there were giant TV screens broadcasting the duels of Battle City around the entire world with him on it! Surely they know what he's like.”

 

“I guess you've got a point. Remember how the girls went crazy over Otogi when he first came to Domino? He was such a jerk, but they still loved him!” Honda exclaimed with defeat.

 

“I don't know, maybe it was the fact that at the time he was new, attractive, rich, smart and somewhat clever with all those tricks he was playing?” Anzu replied dryly.

 

“What about me? I might not be rich or new, but I'm everything else, right?” after receiving only silence from the brunette girl, he repeated, “Right?!”

 

“Honda…” Anzu struggled to find the right thing to say without becoming frustrated. “If you were all the things that Otogi was, or Kaiba was, don't you think you'd have girls falling all over you as well?”

 

Honda faltered. “Eh… I guess you're right. What's it going to take for me to get a girlfriend, huh?”

 

“I don't know; why don't you start up a business or something? Get something under your belt to make your name known around town?”

 

“That's what I'll do!” Honda jumped up from his seat enthusiastically, just about busting his head through the roof of the coach. “I'll start up a business and become famous!”

 

Anzu sweatdropped. She wasn't exactly implying that if Honda started up a business, the girls would flock to him without more ado. Besides, owning and managing a business didn't only take money and good looks - it took time, effort and a great deal of patience. Anzu knew that Honda wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, either. He was going to get his hopes up now, and she had been the instigator. Too late now, she thought glumly.

 

“Honda-kun, listen. Just because someone starts a business and becomes famous doesn't mean they will always get what they want, or be happy all the time.”

 

“But look at Donald Trump! He's rich and owns a business, and has a hot wife!” Honda struck back. “Why can't I be like him?”

 

“Well, you don't have a comb-over, for a start. And Donald Trump is like, nearly sixty! It's taken him years and lots of hard work to get where he is.”

 

“Okay, so that was a bit of an extreme example. My point is this: if he's 60, has a comb-over, and is married to a 35 year old Slovenian model - just because he's rich, probably - then why can't I be like him?”

 

“Well…” For once, the boy usually seen ogling at girls and tripping up on his own shoelaces had Anzu stuck for words.

 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Honda smirked triumphantly.

 

Anzu deadpanned. Oh boy, she thought, I am never going to hear the end of this!

 

**

 

What's so great about Kaiba, anyway? Jounouchi thought glumly. Sure, he's rich. But I came second and won three million dollars in Duelist Kingdom and people in Domino barely even know my name! I never knew he had so many fans. I wonder if anyone's dedicated a fan club to me. If Kaiba didn't have all that money and all that technology and all those brains and that company and his good looks…Jou stopped there. Eh… wait… Good looks? What the hell? Where did that come from?!

 

The coach came to a grinding halt, the driver muttering in Cantonese that they had arrived at their destination. Jounouchi, slumped against the side of the window, stirred from his mental monologue and noticed people were getting off of the bus. Kaiba had already gathered his things and made his way down, too. Jou grabbed his backpack and followed suit.

 

Stepping off the coach was like walking into a sauna. The humidity was intense - at least 90%.

 

“Okay, there was like, so no point in having a shower this morning.” Anzu complained wiping the sweat from her brow.

 

“Ugh, this weather is even worse than summertime at home!” Honda added.

 

“Since we're so close to the equator, the weather is like this all-year-round.” Ryou said, sweat-dropping a little.

 

Honda raised his eyebrows. “Dude, I could, like, never get used to this.” He said. “I mean, it's snowing at home! How do you figure that?”

 

“Just because we're in another country doesn't mean the seasons have changed, Honda-kun.” Anzu pointed out. “Hong Kong is still in the northern hemisphere, remember?”

 

“Yeah, okay, whatever. I'd much rather be snowboarding right now than melting, though!”

 

Everyone chuckled and noticed the teachers beckoning them. The students gathered in front of the three senseis and focused their attention on them.

 

“Now, everyone, I've written up these task sheets for you to complete.” Matsuri-sensei said cheerfully as she handed them around to the students. “You are free to explore the museum by yourselves, but you and your buddy must fill out your task sheets together. You have an hour to do this, and then we'll be going upstairs to the special exhibition that is on at the moment. Any questions?”

 

Jounouchi was about to object - seeing that he would have to complete this project with Kaiba - but then thought better of it. Kaiba was a prodigy in this class; he probably knew all the answers already. But then again…I can outdo Kaiba in this, it will be easy! The more competitive side of his brain reminded him. Anything he can do, I can do better.

 

“You ready, mutt?” Kaiba grunted, looking back over his shoulder.

 

Jou looked up at the taller boy who had already taken to the direction of the gallery. “Oh, uh, yeah! Wait up!”

 

Jounouchi walked slightly behind Kaiba, walking through the souvenir shop and donating a coin before continuing on into the museum itself. Looking around, Jou gawked at the displays of beautiful artifacts and monuments - it was unlike anything he had seen before at home. It was rather dark and gloomy in the corridors of the museum, but that was merely to enhance the displays themselves which were illuminated to catch the eye. Jou looked down at the task sheet. Ah, man. These questions are hard! I wonder if Kaiba's got any written down yet…

 

Suddenly Kaiba came to a halt and looked to his left. Inside a massive glass case - extending probably the whole side of the wall - was the exhibit in which they needed to study for the first part of their task.

 

Kaiba glanced down at Jou who was standing next to him. “You can read, right?”

 

“Course I can! What am I, an idiot?”

 

Kaiba looked ready to add something to that but evidently decided against it. Why waste my breath on that mangy mutt? Instead, he chose to ignore him and start his assignment by silently reading the articles about the exhibit.

 

“See? I'll prove to you that I can read!” Jounouchi read the title of the exhibit out loud. “Ancient Chinese Civilization - Treasures of the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties from Henan Province.” Then he looked down to his task sheet, the first question asking where Hunan province was located. “Where the heck is that, anyway?”

 

Kaiba's face dropped. “The Chinese provinces were one of the first things we studied, you imbecile! How can you not know?”

 

Jou burnt up. Kaiba was, of course, correct. And it was a rather easy question in which Jounouchi should have known. “Um… it's just been so long since we went over them… I can't remember!” Truthfully, though, he in fact had not a clue.

 

Kaiba could see through this façade. “It's located in central south-east China and borders on six other provinces. I suggest you start actually reading your books, baka, or you will undoubtedly fail this class.” The Ice Prince or “Aisu Koshaku” - as the student body of Domino High had dubbed him - scribbled down some answers and continued along to the next stage of the exhibit.

 

“I knew it! I just forgot!” Jou blatantly lied, trying to cover his humiliation.

 

Smartass! Is he gonna be like this with every assignment we get? Kaiba knows everything already… and I don't. Why, Tentei*, WHY did Matsuri-sensei have to put me with him?! He just brings out the dumbness in me! Err, wait. Is that even a word?

 

“Forgot?” Kaiba rolled his eyes. “Please. You're on your own on this one, koinu*. Just because we're `buddies' doesn't mean I'm going to help you with anything, got that?”

 

“Fine, whatever.” Jou muttered. “I don't need you to help me, anyway. You'll see!”

 

Kaiba smirked. “Your confidence amuses me.”

 

“Oh yeah? Well, you're not going to be so amused when I surpass you!”

 

“Stop flattering yourself, it gets tired quickly.”

 

Jou narrowed his eyes and looked back down at the task sheet. The next section was on archaeology, in which he decided to run ahead of his nemesis in attempt to answer the five questions of the section before him. If I can just get around the exhibits faster than him… I wonder if Matsuri-sensei has any consolation prizes?

 

“Where are you going?” Kaiba asked; a dark brow perfectly arched inquisitively.

 

“Sayonara, Aisu Koshaku!” Jou called back. “You're going down!”

 

Meanwhile, Ryou and Yuugi had completed the first section of their assignments together and were now walking toward the natural history sector of the museum. Since Matsuri-sensei or any of the other teachers weren't currently in sight, Yami and Bakura figured it would be a good time to stretch their legs.

 

“So what exactly is this bullshit that you're doing?”

 

“It's not bullshit, Bakura, it's educational.” Ryou countered. “We learnt about some of this stuff at school, although I don't think we spent much time on Hong Kong as such, since it's not really a part of China.”

 

“You know all you need to know about history already.” Bakura objected. “Egypt is where the real history is at.”

 

“I'm sorry I can't help you out much, aibou. These artifacts and what have you are all from my era, but being from Egypt we didn't know a lot about the eastern world.”

 

“That's okay, Yami, it's not your fault.” Yuugi replied with a cheery smile. “Ryou and I will get this done, don't you worry!”

 

Bakura looked at the pint-sized boy, disbelieving, then back to his hikari. “What is wrong with that kid?”

 

Ryou blushed. /Stop it, yami./

 

“He's such a geek! He thinks he has a solution everything and he's always so damn cheerful and positive and optimistic and angelic. It's Ra-damned frightening how someone can always be so happy like that.”

 

“Bakura! Geeze, keep stuff like that to yourself!” Ryou was beet red.

 

“And who might you be referring to, Bakura?” Yami inquired.

 

Bakura's silvery brows furrowed into a frown. “Who do you think, Pharaoh?”

 

“My hikari, I presume.”

 

“Yes, well, sometimes I wonder how you two came to be - Ra knows you weren't exactly saintly as Pharaoh. In fact, you were everything Yuugi isn't!”

 

“What did I ever do that wasn't so `saintly', as you put it?” Yami glared the other fiend.

 

“Well now, let's see. You burnt down my village and assassinated everyone in it including my entire family -”

 

“That's a lie!” Yami interrupted. “I wasn't reigning as Pharaoh then, Bakura. My father was.”

 

“How is that supposed to justify anything, huh?”

 

“Don't be such a hypocrite! You were a thief; you robbed and murdered many innocent people! How are you any better?” Yami shot back. “Anyway, our hikaris aren't supposed to be exact replicas of us. Maybe since we're so different to them, we were granted a second life so they could teach us how to right our wrongs.”

 

“Stop fighting you two.” Yuugi's attempt to quiet them was to no avail.

 

“You think you have the answers to everything, don't you?”

 

“No, it was merely an estimation.”

 

Ryou sighed. “We don't know why you guys were brought to us, alright? Just can it. This isn't the place for arguing!”

 

“You should listen to your hikari more often, tomb robber. It seems all that - what's it called? - `hairspray', has gotten in the way of logical thinking.”

 

“You egotistical son of a bitch! Look who's talking!”

 

“Yami! How could you say that?” Yuugi cried.

 

“What? It's the truth, isn't it?”

 

That did it - the final thread of Bakura's patience had been pulled. With eyes glowing red as the blood which was about to pour from Yami's throat (or so Bakura hoped) he leapt for the other spirit, clasping his outstretched hands around his throat and tackling Yami to the ground, cussing every phrase in every language he knew until the air turned so blue it was hard to see. On the contrary, Ryou and Yuugi were so mortified to see their other halves fighting like pro-wrestlers that they didn't know if they wanted to interfere or not.

 

Malik, Otogi and Marik were just around the corner finishing off their local history section. The moment they heard screaming and cursing they immediately flocked to the scene.

 

“What the hell?” Malik asked, just as confused and stunned as the others.

 

“Is that… Yami and Bakura…?” Otogi asked above the shouting and cursing.

 

“Yuugi!”

 

“Yami?! Are you OK?!”

 

“Ryou!”

“Bakura…?”

 

“Bitch!”

 

“Crack whore!”

 

“I'm gonna…!”

 

“Hippie!”

 

“Stoner!”

 

“RAPIST!”

“…smack your head in!”

 

“Take this!”

 

“Fancy a black eye for Christmas you f&*#ng Nazi!?”

 

“Foolish, thieving, albino fag-head!”

 

“Moronic, fruity drag-queen!”

 

“…sacrifice you to Anubis!”

 

“I should stab you in the eyes with a blunt, rusty, serrated…”

 

“Set should cut you up into tiny pieces and bury your body all over Egypt like he did with Osiris!*”

 

“Your slutty mother will save me!”

 

“F%@# YOU!”

 

**

 

On the other side of the museum, far from where the kafuffle between Yami and Bakura was going on, Jounouchi Katsuya was struggling to find the natural history section. He had every other part of his task sheet completed (almost) besides this one. I've only got five more questions to go until I'm finished! Well… apart from those stupid ones that didn't have any stupid answers! If only I could find the natural history part of this place! They need more signs around here. Hey… I wonder where that door goes. Hmm… no harm in trying, right?

 

With a great air of confidence, Jounouchi strolled up to said door and walked through it, not realizing that it was, in fact, a storage cupboard that could only be opened from the outside. With a sickening “click”, the door shut behind the golden-haired adolescent, surrounding him in absolute darkness.

 

“Uh oh.”

 

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* = Tentei: God

* = Koinu: puppy

* = “Set should cut you up into tiny pieces and bury your body all over Egypt like he did with Osiris!”: This is a famous folk story of when Set (evil Ancient Egyptian God) cut up his brother Osiris and spread his body parts around Egypt. Isis, Osiris' sister and wife, then went parading around Egypt to find his body parts and, once having succeeded, sewed him back together again O_o;;

 

JoeysGal: Well, well, well, it seems Jounouchi has got himself in a bit of a pickle! Will Honda's idea of conquering the business world succeed? What will become of Yami and Bakura? Find out on the next episode of… FOLLOW THE DRAGON! (X-Files background music starts playing). HAHA! What a horrible way to advertise my fic. Hope ya'll enjoyed this (longest yet) chapter! Stay tuned fellow fiction minions! =^_^=