Sorry for the delays ^.^;
After ten minutes of wandering hallways and climbing up and down stairs, everyone felt dizzy at the least. Mokuba seemed completely unfazed, though, and finally flung open a large, carved pair of doors to reveal a large room with several couches and a few beanbag chairs. Plastic cupboards lined the wall, some larger than others. It was a predominantly white room, and splashes of tactful color made it bright and cheerful.
"Is this your playroom, Mokuba?" asked Jounouchi, looking around with his hands in his pockets.
"Technically, it's supposed to be. I prefer to call it my 'hanging out room,'" replied Mokuba, sounding as if he felt very grown up.
Everyone stifled a giggle except for Malik, who nodded in perfect understanding.
"No offense," said Jounouchi, still inspecting the room, "but you don't have much of interest in here."
Mokuba grabbed a remote from a shelf and held it up. "See this?" he said. "Watch." So saying, he pressed one of the buttons, and a particular cupboard slid open on its own to reveal a giant flat-screen TV. Various game systems and their corresponding games lined the shelves below. Another button opened yet another cupboard, which held the very latest in Kaiba Corp computers.
Everyone stared open mouthed, no one making a sound.
"Try it," said Mokuba, handing the remote to Malik.
Malik held it eagerly and pressed a random button. This opened yet another cupboard, this one containing a sound system bigger than any of the guests had thought possible. Malik handed the remote off to Yuugi. He hit another button and the TV flashed on to Zoids. Jounouchi and Honda immediately plopped down on the nearest couch to watch.
"That's really cool!" exclaimed Malik, examining the remote. "It can do everything."
"Yep," agreed Mokuba. "It can even pull apart and become a Swiss Army Knife."
"No way!"
Mokuba laughed. "Not really," he admitted, "but pretty close. It's only a switchblade."
Bakura's hair spiked suddenly and he grabbed the remote. "How's it do that?" he asked, his voice suddenly different.
"I was joking," said Mokuba.
"Oh." Bakura looked disappointed and handed the object back to the younger boy. He put it back on the shelf and bounced over to the sound system.
"Kay, Malik, where're the CDs?"
Malik dropped a backpack onto the floor and opened it. Several CDs spilled out onto the floor. Yuugi looked over his shoulder. "Wow, Malik, where'd you get all those? Hey, wait, I have that one…and that one…and, wait, these are mine!"
"Yep. I borrowed them. We're going to sing, Uncle Yuugi!"
"You're WHAT??" Jounouchi and Honda's heads turned in unison, the horrified expressions on their faces nearly identical.
"Sing, of course," said Malik, sorting through the CDs.
"Bother," muttered Mokuba, pulling at some wires.
"What?"
"I'm trying to remember which wire connects the karaoke machine to the speakers. I haven't used it in a while."
"Hey, there's a plug-like thing in the wall. Try that."
"Okay."
Malik picked up a microphone. "Testing…1…2…3…"
"It's not doing anything."
"Turn up the volume."
"Okay."
"Helloooooooo!!"
In his office, Seto Kaiba raised his head and looked about. He was sure he had heard voices, but no one was around. He had locked the door. He shook his head. Maybe the doctor was right, maybe the stress was starting to get to him.
And then the voice got louder…a lot louder.
"HELLOOOOOOOO!!"
Seto nearly jumped out of his seat. Thinking quickly, though, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number for Mokuba's playroom.
Down a few floors, everyone heard a faint ringing. Mokuba ran and grabbed the remote.
"It's a phone too??" asked Jounouchi incredulously.
"Only connected within the house," said Mokuba, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Mokuba," Seto hissed, working to control his extreme irritation, "take the plug out of the intercom."
Mokuba's mouth dropped open. "Oh, is that which plug it was? I forgot how to get the karaoke machine connected to the speakers…uh, huh…okay. Got it. Thanks, Niisama."
