BlackRose: -.- Writers Block is evil.  This chapter and the next one should really explain things…more next chapter than this one though.  

Bakura:  Wonderful.  Another boring chapter.   

BlackRose: *sticks tongue out*  Meanie.  I really should have asked Malik to do this.  But nooooooo….I had to ask the mean tomb robbing one.  Anyways…on with the chappie. 

Otogi poked the mess that was food in his bowl cautiously with his spoon.  He made a face as he pulled it out with a sickening plop.   

"It looks like you ripped out your stomach and poured all of its contents into a bowl," a voice right by his ear said.  The disgusted look on his face grew deeper.  He turned to the speaker. 

"I have to eat this, you know." 

"You don't have to eat it.  You just are because it helps with hangovers." 

"Shut up." 

"You also didn't have to stay out all night.  He was worried, you know." 

"Who?" 

"You know who I'm talking about." 

"No, 'Kura, I actually don't.  Care to elaborate?" 

"Don't call me that.  You know I hate that name.  And no, I don't feel like it now."

"Jackass.  You're making my headache worse." 

"Then eat that…er…whatever the hell you call it." 

Otogi looked down at the mess again and prodded the concoction with his spoon again.  He pinched his nose with one and spooned in a mouthful of the sludge with his other hand, swallowing it before the taste made it to his tongue. 

Bakura snorted as he watched his friend struggle to eat the whole bowl full. 

"Seeing as your already eating, I think I'll just make breakfast for everyone else," he said as Otogi swallowed another spoonful. 

(A.N- Bakura:  Why the hell am I the one making breakfast?) 

He looked at the unfinished omelets and discarded them in the wastebasket.  Pulling out the ingredients for fried eggs, he set to work.  A few minutes later, there was the sound of someone coming down the stairs.  A sleepy-eyed Jounouchi entered the kitchen, sniffing the air. 

"'Choo making?" 

"Eggs."

"Smells good."  He glanced at Otogi, who gave a half wave as he consumed the contents of bowl.    

*~* 

Ten or so minutes later, Ryou entered the kitchen, Malik by his side.  Otogi had just finished his bowl of food.  He blinked as he viewed Malik, a sour look on his face. 

"And nobody could tell me we had a visitor?" 

"Er…you were kinda…er…wasted." 

"Yeah, no shit, but still.  Would it have hurt so much as to at least fuckin' tell me?" 

"You were barely conscious, Otogi," Seto pointed out.    

"That's not the point." 

Ryou, sensing a fight brewing, immediately stepped in. 

"Um…guys, this is Ishtar Malik.  He'll be living with us." 

Jounouchi smiled at him, hoping that this meant Seto and Bakura would stop picking on him so much. 

"That," Ryou continued, pointing to Otogi, "is Otogi Ryuugi.  He was out when you got here yesterday." 

"Hey," Ryuugi mumbled, still disgruntled at the fact that he was, once again, the last to know.  The same thing had happened when Jounouchi had first come here.  Mind you, it had been a rather pleasant surprise for him to wake up and find the dopey blonde.  He had been attracted to him the moment he had seen those warm, honey brown eyes. 

There was something else he noticed.  He didn't have to have telepathy to see that Ryou was obviously attracted to the fair-haired Egyptian.  He grinned as he sat back down in his chair, only to have to get back up again as Ryou said,

"I'm sure you're a bit confused.  We'll explain everything."  He didn't need to be told to get up, as he had done this before.  Ryou silently left the room as back up the stairs.  Ryuugi had the sudden feeling he was being watched and turned his head slightly, just in time to catch Jounouchi turning his head to stare at the wall.  He grinned again, sidling next to him, making sure that he was close enough for their hands to brush against each other.  He made a note as he noticed Jou's cheeks pinken slightly.  The group made their way up the stairs, in twos.   

(A.N- Convenient, eh?)      

They stopped in front of a thick mahogany door and all filed in.  The only furniture in here was the several cushions on the floor.  That was all that could be placed in here without having to worry about anyone getting hurt.  This room was for certain purposes; much like the dark room Malik had been in before.  But this room had more color, at least.  There was a large window with a balcony that took up most of the farthest wall.  The ceiling was painted a very light blue, so light it was almost white.  The walls were splashed with the same shade of blue and a dark, navy.  Four of the occupants sat down on the cushions, the other two, Seto and Bakura, leaned against the wall, their fingers interlocked.  Jounouchi wondered why they didn't sit down, as it would no doubt take a while to explain things.  Then again, he had other things on his mind.  Such as the fact that Ryuugi was so close to him that if he was any closer, he'd be in his lap.  Not that Jounouchi would mind.

BlackRose:  That's all I'm gonna put for now.  I know the first coupla chappies were kinda slow.  But everything will be explained in the next chappie.  Oh yeah and, REVIEW!