Part 3 in the sleepover arc!

This part takes place during the first one. Malik and Yugi are busy chatting and having innocent fun (well, at this point, I'm quite sure Malik's innocence is non-existent and he's imagining all the things he could be doing to Yugi while they play Duel Monsters) when Marik goes looking for the model's room to keep himself entertained and is surprised at what he finds.

Atem's POV is hard to write since he's so self-centered! I had some trouble getting it out so parts of this chapter read a little choppy or awkward, I think. Part 3 will bring Yugi's POV back and I'll feel better!

Part 3: Do you have a knife?

(Atem's POV)

Stupid Bakura with his stupid commentary! And stupid Duke for his stupid suggestion to my stupid photographers and the stupid crew!

Damn them all!

This had been the most humiliating day of my life! And it was all the white-haired freak's fault!

Stupid Bakura!

I wasn't about to allow myself to be further humiliated than I'd been that day, so sneaking back into the house was a must. I was certain Yugi would learn about what had happened, if nothing else but when the next issue of Duel Monsters Vogue came out next month, but I would prevent my humiliation from increasing for at least that day. Sneaking inside was a challenge, though, especially in this freaking ridiculous costume.

Normally I wasn't against getting dressed up for photo-shoots, but this, this was horrifying. It might not have been if it weren't for the connotations it held—the annoying, infuriating, degrading connotations!

For the last several months, 'Bakura' (Ryou's completely mad counterpart that had only recently unveiled himself as the British student's 'imaginary friend') had been teasing me on a daily basis. Every time he showed up to class (we never knew which one would, he or Ryou) he insisted upon calling me Pharaoh. And he wouldn't explain why! The prick thought he was sooo funny, calling me a stupid and meaningless nickname that nobody understood but him! But everyone always laughed! No one stood up for me! Not even Yugi! The bastard had turned my own twin against me! Even worse, Bakura had forbidden me from dating Ryou, his adorable and pure-hearted normal half!

Hmph!

Pharaoh!

He thought he was so damn funny! But he wasn't! So why the hell was everyone so damn infatuated with everything he did? I didn't get it at all. My lunch table had been reduced to myself, Yugi, Joey, Tristen, and Tea. Bakura had stolen Duke (whom I was now no longer going to speak to for his betrayal). The Ishtars used to sit at the table across from us, and even they had moved to sit with Bakura and Kaiba!

I had no idea why he called me by this stupid nickname other than the fact that our family descended from Egyptian pharaohs in the past.

Good job, Pasty! You're soooo funny, making fun of our ancestors!

He wasn't funny!

I'd been complaining about this very subject to the other beautiful people today at the photo-shoot when Duke had suggested it like the betraying, backstabbing dumbass that he is to our photographer, Steven, whom I hate now too because he decided this was a 'good idea'. Good idea, my ass! They'd forced me to wear this crazy costume and took hundreds of photos of me in it. I did my job and let the camera eat me up, but it was hard to ignore how embarrassing it all was.

So here I was, standing outside of my own house, in a fucking pharaoh costume, trying to decide how I should best get in. Standing out there, even in the dark (it was well past seven at this point since I'd taken lots of side-routes to get home and had nearly been molested a few times in the process by ugly gang-bangers that had mistaken me for a woman), was humiliating. Anyone could see me in the open in this stupid outfit, so I needed to get inside fast.

I'd have changed, but stupid betrayer Duke had stolen my stupid clothes and left me with nothing to change back into! I'd deal with him later, but I needed to get inside first.

Yugi was probably wondering where I was. Poor, adorable, concerned little Yugi! I imagined him sitting in the Living Room, watching the news with his beautiful and fretful eyes (which were not quite as beautiful as mine, but we did share the same lustrous red-violet irises) glued to the television in overbearing concern for my well-being. Surely he was worried sick! I needed to reassure him of my health and get in there! I'd have called, but my phone had been in my stolen trousers. I was sure there would be fifty calls from Yugi when I checked it later.

Determined to sneak inside, I began the arduous task of climbing the cherry tree outside the game-shop so I could climb into my bedroom window on the top floor.

Damn it! I was sweating!

Duke would die…

After about ten minutes of gross, sweaty effort, I managed to fumble through my annoyingly sticky window and got in my room. Finally! I was home! Sweet, comfortable, welcoming home! Now that I was safe, I didn't so much mind being in the costume, and I was too lazy at the moment to immediately change. I needed to allow my sweaty little body to calm down before presenting myself to my little brother in the proper manner.

I padded to my personal fridge and pulled out an iced tea, tossing off the ridiculously uncomfortable golden slipper things they'd forced me to wear. Such a fashion faux-pas, if you asked me—slippers. Steven usually knew what he was doing, and I'd trusted him to dress me like he did at every shoot, but Duke must have laced his mineral-water or something tonight because Steven was eating me up in this damn costume.

After placing my drink on one of my tables, I clapped my hands twice to turn on the music. Up-beat dancing music was my preference (it reminded me of being on the catwalk and made me relax) and it sang as I moved around my large room to prepare for bed.

The process of getting ready for sleep was a tasking one. I had to get changed into my silk pajamas after taking a hot shower, do my face-mask, take my vitamins, apply my bronzer, tweeze my eyebrows, and a number of other things before I was properly prepared for sleep. It usually took a good hour or so before I was presentable, and I was pondering on what to do first when my bedroom door opened.

Expecting it to be Yugi welcoming me home (I'd forgotten about trying to be sneaky because I really wanted my damn music on and my iPod was all the way across the room), I turned my head to glance at the door. But the person in my doorway wasn't my brother; he was far more beautiful than Yugi.

I shrieked at the sight of the familiar blonde hair, ridiculously perfect bronze skin, and that gorgeous, custom-sewn outfit.

What the hell was Marik Ishtar doing in my home? And standing in my room?

Had he finally snapped? Had he stalked me?

He probably planned on doing one of those homicide-suicide combos!

Oh my god! He was going to kill me and then murder himself so nobody else could have me!

Marik was just staring at me with his beautiful eyes. He didn't move or say anything as I yelled and fell back into one of my plush circular chairs. "Marik! Wh-what are you doing here?" I demanded. "H-h-how did you get into my home?"

He rolled his eyes around to explore my room before he took a step inside. I shrieked again and darted my vision to look for a place I could hide. There was under the bed, but that wouldn't do me much good (and it was probably gross and dusty under there). I supposed I could throw myself out of the window, but that might scuff my fragile body. I couldn't risk injuring myself!

Damn it all! He had me cornered!

This was it? This was how I was going to die? Murdered by one of my more attractive peers gone fan-crazy? I was prepared for the worst as he approached me, still exploring my room with his bright eyes, but he remained deathly quiet until just at my feet. I would have sank deeper into the chair but the heavy padding wouldn't let me fall in any further, so I just squealed a little when he smiled down at me in his maniacally beautiful way.

"Nice place you got here," he complemented. Why did everything he say have to be so damn hot? I didn't think Marik Ishtar was capable of being un-sexy. Such a damn tease with that skanky little outfit and perfect hair and even more perfect face!

Skank!

Whore!

"Don't kill me!"

He rolled his eyes again before leaning over, planning a hand on the rim of the chair to grin down close to my face. I let another squeak slide out as he got close. "Stop being such a pussy," he growled. "And what the hell are you wearing?" I saw his eyes slowly move over me, inspecting every curve of my figure, which I allowed. "You look absolutely ridiculous."

I growled before daring to shove my would-be murderer away. "Back off, Ishtar! And tell me what you're doing in my home!"

Marik smiled before he walked backwards and shut the door to my room. My heart froze when I heard the click of the door locking. "Malik and I were invited to spend the night with you by your little brother."

What? Yugi had what?

And Malik was in this house too?

Oh god! He was going to rip Yugi's pale skin off!

Summoning all of my brotherly instincts, I threw a finger at the prettier of the Ishtars, who just kept right on smirking at me. "Call of your insane dog and let my brother go, you beast!"

"Chill. Malik might molest him or something, but your brother won't be killed."

I made a bolt for the window but Marik beat me to it somehow (damn him and his long longs!), blocking my exit route. Even if I could get out of my bedroom and into the house, I was sure the insane one would be in the hallway, holding my poor little brother's head. I didn't want to see that! Yugi! My poor little Yugi! "You monster!"

"You really are a drama queen… Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you," he promised.

I was pretty sure I couldn't trust him, and I took cautious steps backwards as he approached me. "Get out of my room, Ishtar!"

"So you must have worn that for work today, right?" His eyes rolled up and down my body again, dilating. I knew that look and I knew what the whore wanted, but he wasn't going to get it!

"It's all damn Duke's fault!" I snarled, stopping when I bumped into another chair, which Marik proceeded to shove me into. "Don't you lay a hand on me!"

"Relax. You're so freaking annoying, I swear to Ra."

I whined as he leaned down again, running his face along my shoulder. I turned away, quivering as I attempted to ignore him. Damn, he smelled so good, too.

–Ohhhh, no! No, no! I wouldn't let that happen!

I squirmed and growled, trying to push him back again. But this time he stood firm, keeping his head close to my neck. "Get out!" I yelled, still refusing to look at him. "Get out of my room!

But he didn't move.

I seemed to attract the Ishtars and their crazy attention. Last time it had been Malik who'd pinned me. Now I found myself helpless to protect myself from Marik, and in the sanctity of my own too, for god's sake!

"Yugiiii!"

"He won't hear you over this music," Marik chuckled breathily into my neck. I hissed at the warm air but couldn't bring myself to squirm anymore. "Besides, he's screwing around with Malik, so he's pretty distracted." He leaned to breath into my ear, flushing my face bright red. "I could take you right now, and you could scream, and nobody would know." What the hell was that supposed to mean? "You don't happen to have a knife, do you?" I shook my head somewhat frantically and he pouted a little before nipping at my chin and making me whine again. "Too bad. I think you'd like it. But I can do without a knife this once. It's a special occasion, after all."

"Special…occasion…?" I wasn't sure what he was getting at but Marik was still busy giving my showing skin attention.

"You're pretty much forcing me to do something about this scenario," he purred, "in this ridiculous outfit and all… And this room, it just screams have sex here because it's good."

I whined, my eyes widening. "Don't you touch me, Ishtar!"

"Oh, calm down, pharaoh."

I hissed but he licked the inside of my ear and my angry sound shifted to a low moan. Damn him!

"I like your little man-skirt thing." He grinned evilly. "I think I'll make you keep it on."

Poor Atem. I feel sort of bad for torturing him so much… But it's so damn funny! They'll prove to be a highly entertaining background 'pairing'. Well, they're not really a pairing, I suppose, but they're together a lot because of Yugi and Malik.

Part 3 is the next day when they all go back to school together and Yugi discovers how far Malik will go to protect those few people he deems as friends.

It's back to Yugi's POV, we go!