Chapter 1: To eat or not to eat"

Ryou sighed "If it makes you feel any better Marik and Melvin are going too." Bakura shivered as he remembered the psychopathic twins, "What fun." He mumbled. "Oh come on Bakura it will be fun to hang out with everyone again!" Ryou walked into the bathroom and picked up the brush from the counter before returning to Bakura's side. "Look at this mess!" he complained as he snatched the brush through Bakura's matted hair. "Oww! Ryou what the hell?! That hurts!" He held up his hands to protect his head from Ryou's wrath to little avail. Satisfied that Bakura's hair was as decent as it was going to get, Ryou returned the brush to the bathroom and ran downstairs. "Hurry up Bakura and you may have time for breakfast!"

Bakura stood and shook out his hair spoiling Ryou's efforts, he walked over to the closet and pulled out his favorite black trench coat and pulled it on. Pleased with his look he slumped downstairs to find a fully set breakfast table. He dropped down into his usual spot and reached for the orange juice. Pouring himself a large glass, he sat back to enjoy his last few moments of sanity before spending the rest of his evening with the psycho twins. "Can't you wear something else today?" Ryou asked sitting across from him waffles in hand. "Why?" Bakura asked smirking, "You don't like the trench coat anymore?" In one smooth movement Bakura stood and crossed over to Ryou's side of the table and wrapped him in a big hug causing him to blush and look away. "It's not that!" he insisted shaking his head. "Oh?" Bakura asked placing his lips on Ryou's ear, "Then what is it?" "Well" He spun Ryou around and lifted him up kissing him, "Bakura no" Ryou sputtered flying up the stairs before Bakura could protest. Defeated he slumped back down in his own chair to glare at Akefia. "What?" Akefia asked around a mouthful of toast and orange juice mixture. "This is your fault!" Bakura growled, "I was so close" Akefia's eyebrows rose, "So you are trying to get in his pants." He said with a satisfied grinned. "Just admit it Bakura, you want this more than him." Bakura looked down at his hands, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm doing this for Ryou." Akefia shrugged, "Suit yourself but when you regret it don't come crying to me."

"I don't cry."

"What about that time when we were kids and I broke your favorite car?"

"I wasn't crying!'

"Oh? So water was magically appearing out of nowhere on your face."

"NO! I had dust in my eye!"

"Sure."

Bakura picked up and orange and prepared to throw it at the Egyptian who growled.

"You wouldn't dare" Melvin looked up as Marik came running down the stairs, "What's this Fluffy?!" In his hands he held an old worn brown teddy bear, one ear was torn and he was missing his right eye not to mention his leg looked like it was about to fall off.

"Where the hell did you get that?!"

"From your room of course silly!" Marik hugged the bear to his chest and sighed, "He's really softyou're suck!" He doubled over with laughter as Ryou balled his fist in anger, "I do not! That was my best shot yet!" Melvin felt as though he would die from laughter, "You're best shot?!" He collapsed unto the linoleum banging his fists on the ground all the while spilling over with laughter. "I'd hate to see your worst shot then!" Ryou punched Akefia as hard as he could; only to cause another fit of laughter from the other teens. "You even hit like a girl Ry!" Ryou pouted out his lip and slumped down into his own chair watching Akefia laugh at him with sad puppy eyes. Akefia wiped the tears from his face and looked over at Ryou, "Aww Ry don't look at me like that!" He put his face in his hands to avoid having to look at Ryou's pity face. He sighed as he could still feel Ryou's eyes boring into him like hot irons. He stood and walked over to Ryou wrapping his arms around the smaller teens shoulders, "Okay so it wasn't that funny I guess." He ruffled Ryou's hair and motioned to Melvin to apologize. Melvin looked indignantly back at Akefia," Why?! It was funny as hell!"

"Mel!"

"Okay" Yami silently whimpered to himself thinking of all the horrors she would inflict on him. He would live in a world with ten thousand Bakuras and fourteen thousand Melvins before he spent one hour with Anzu. Atemu patted him sympathetically on the back, "Sucks to be you my friend." Yami hung his head in defeat as the doorbell rang, "There she isMarik?" he stammered staring past him toward Melvin (who had the scariest rape face he could pull on) "Thank Ra!" He exclaimed wrapping Marik in a tight hug, "I've never been so happy to see you!" Marik glowed red and pushed away from the older teen and checked his temperature compared to his, "You feeling okay?" Yami snatched his arms away as he realized who exactly it was he was embracing and folded them across his chest. "Yea "Seen who?" Atemu asked gliding down the stairs in his house shoes. "Heba." Yugi replied mentioning his twin sister who had been missing since that morning when Yugi got up. Atemu thought about it for a second, now that Yugi mentioned it, he hadn't seen Heba all morning either. "Did you look in her room?" he suggested pausing to lean against the railing of the stairs to get a better view of the kitchen or more importantly, Yugi's newest batch of cookies.

Yugi decided to check Heba's room so he started going up the stairs, haft way there he stopped and crossed his arms. "Don't you think about Pharaoh." He growled right as Atemu stuffed three cookies into the pocket of his robe. "Don't think about what?" he asked innocently as he came around the corner. "You know what." With that Yugi turned and ascended up the stairs as Atemu popped one of his stolen goods into his mouth. Marik laughed as Atemu bribed them into not telling on him by offering them two of his cookies. "What happened to being the Protagonist?" Melvin asked taking a bite of his cookie. "It got old." Atemu replied simply, "You villains have all the fun."

"Yea, but you good guys sure can bake!" Marik mumbled stuffing the cookie as far into his mouth as he could get it. He sighed as the soft warmness seemed to melt in his mouth before exploding into a wide variety of sweet flavors. "One day I must steal Yugi's recipe for these things." Atemu mumbled stuffing another cookie into his mouth before going upstairs. Melvin and Marik quickly followed him thinking the exact same thing, evil minds running at a hundred miles an hour.

They emerged into the game room to find Yami laid out on a tidy little black leather couch flipping through TV channels. "That's the thing about New Year's," he complained, "They close all the Duel Monster tournaments for the holiday!" He decided to watch his next favorite thing