I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and of the cards/characters, or any of the other cameos that aren't me (I'm appearing HERE, for one).
This is my first attempt at uploading anything to I don't mind flames, so long as there's a GOOD reason why I'm being flamed.
Me, the author, can and will appear all over the place, but I assure you, I'm NOT a Mary Sue (because two of the three Doom bikers are too young for me).
Alcatraz, I mean, the reincarnation of Atlantis is located somewhere in California. It should be pretty darned obvious which story arc this story is taking off of. . .
This story is a Christmas present, so if it seems that someone/everyone is acting a bit/very much OOC, it's INTENTIONAL. Furthermore, it also means that I don't have the time to ruminate over everything.
The victims, I mean Doom bikers, are Amelda, Raphael, and Varon.
The rating is subject to change, based on the weather, the story, and a random number between 1 and 62,545,132.
The title, "Summer Vacation (CU MIX)", is meant as sarcasm. I'll explain myself fully at the END of this story. Furthermore, "Summer Vacation (CU MIX)" is NOT owned by me, it's owned by OutPhase (the awesome group made of TaQ and dj TAKA).
Last but not least, Merry Christmas!
Okay, off with the story!!
---
Autumn leaves have since ceased falling, and the sky was a lovely shade of storm gray. Dartz looked up at the weather and glared. Duelists usually took to the indoors when the weather turned bad. The Leviathan wanted souls NOW, not when the weather was expected to clear in a week. Chasing the clouds away would be a small matter, but the coast was in dire need of rain. The rain would do bad things to his steps, which were already being worn away by three idiots on motorcycles. Perhaps they deserved to slip and fall to their deaths.
"A trip to Hawaii? Are you crazy?" The unmistakable voice of one of his warriors echoed down the hall, around the corner, down another hall, and into the vast chambers where he stood. Dartz didn't much feel like identifying who said that. An idea began to form. Those brats from Domino City were far from wealthy. They wouldn't be able to make it to Hawaii until the entire island chain was devoid of souls.
The rich kid with the disturbing plane probably wouldn't be allowed past the control tower.
With a thought, he summoned his three warriors. His three soaking wet warriors. It wasn't a pleasant smell.
"I've found another source of souls. The pests from Domino City won't follow you. With the amount of souls you three will HOPEFULLY be collecting, we won't need the Pharoah or his cheering section." Confused looks went all around the room, but no one said a word.
"Your next assignment is in Hawaii. I don't trust the security at the airports, so everyone will be travelling by commercial charter." Another set of confused looks went around the room. It was getting far too crowded for Dartz's taste.
"But Master, the commercial pilots couldn't pilot a remote-controlled plane for--" Dartz glared at Amelda, who fell silent.
"Do you read the papers AT ALL? Security at the airport is more incompetent than the lot of you! I do NOT feel like replacing one of my planes if another crazy person goes joy-riding on the runway!" A look of comprehension crossed Raphael's face, which was a rare sight indeed. The other two looked lost, which wasn't unusual.
"Pack your bags, because you're leaving on the first redeye flight out of here." Three people nodded before rising and leaving.
"Cheap wad," Varon muttered. Dartz did not feel like exerting the effort to punish him. The plane ride over would more than suffice.
---
Author's notes, part 2: It's a horrible premise, but it had to begin somewhere. The first sentence is based off of "California Dreamin'", which I also do not own. The incident with airport security that Dartz mentioned (someone driving on the runway) actually happened. Really, it did. Anyway, thanks for reading! Review if it's that bad/good. Until next time!