Hello y'all. This here is my first (and hopefully last) romance fic type thinger ma thing. This has been more or less written out of a dare, mostly because the person (my sis -_-) knows that i don't do anything but humour, and says that if I don't, she and all of her friends will know me as the dreaded 'cocka poopoo'... as childish as this sounds, I still don't want them coming over everyday and saying 'Hi ya cocka poopoo! You taken a good dump lately?' Truthfully, it doesn't seem very fun, even though if I were watching them do it to someone else, I'd probably laugh my ass off, and I'm sure you would too, so don't go on saying 'you're mean! i hate you!' and stuff like that. And if you do, do it because you thought my story sucked... I just realized now that in every review I get, I will have many the flame. Yeah, now to make sure I won't get sued by some person who believes in divine retribution, I don't own jack shit. THERE!!! TRY TO GET ME NOW TO DICK HEADS!!! No, I'm not referring to you... unless you're own of those people who try to kill the author who doesn't have a damn disclaimer on their fic. No shit they don't own it! If they did, do you really think they'd bother writing a fic?! They could just make it part of the series, thus brain washing many little kiddies into believing in their story plot, and expanding on the branch of merchandise they make a killing off of every day... I'm sorry. It seems I have gone off on a rant now. I'll just shut up ad go on to the fic now...

The Title of the Story Which I Haven't Thought Up a Title for But Will Have by The Time You Read This But am Too Lazy to Write Down

By: Mr. Miagis Banana Factory

Yami Yugi, Yami Bakura, and Yami Malik were all sitting at a bar, having a few beers, and bitching about their hikaris back home who did nothing but cook, clean, do laundry, work, pay the bills, and knit.

"I swear! They are so useless!" Bakura snarled as he chugged down another pint.

"Wow, that's amazing how you can talk and drink at the exact same time," Yami applauded, admiring Bakura's ability to do two things at once that is normally humanly impossible.

"Yes, well, I do try," Bakura blushed. It was a side of him you would only see when he was drunk. Of course, he was always moody, cranky, and abusive, but when he was drunk, on top of it all, he could get just down right... weird. "Now then, who's up for slapping my ass and calling me Debbie?!" He screamed while running around in a small circle. The bar tender looked over at him, shook his head and sighed. This one was a strange one. Sure, he had seen stranger, but still, this one was strange none the less.

"Um, Bakura," Malik said, "I really do think you should put back on your pants. You should also go home and sleep this off. You're really starting to scare me."

"Oh come on! I'm just living the high life! Now who wants a purple nurple?!"

Yami and Malik ran for seperate ends of the bar. As stated before, when drunk, Bakura was just weird. Finally, after Malik hit him over the head with one of the chairs ion the bar, the two still conscious Yamis carried their friend back home.

As of that time, the Yamis, the Hikaris, Jounouchi, Honda, Mokuba, and Kaiba were all living in the same one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. It had all began a while ago when Anzu had made a bet with Kaiba on a chicken fight, and she won, resulting in him signing over his whole friggin company, which was now going to pot because Anzu doesn't have a clue on what she's doing. He and Mokuba had been taken in by Yugi, who was probably lonely considering all he had was Yami since his grandpa had had a heart attack and died. Not long afterward, Jounouchi and Honda came onto the scene because they thought it would be cool if they could hang out wit their bud Yugi, make the apartment into a frat house, and live happily ever after. Ryou came around needing a place to stay because his dad was getting remarried to Mai, and living in the same house would just be weird, so he joined in. Finally, Malik came by, not wanting to live with his sister because she had just watched some messed up movie that had promoted incest, and she wouldn't stop flirting with him. Yes, they were all living happily in the same dinky apartment.

Well, maybe not in total happiness, especially when the Yamis had popped out of their hikaris' bodies. It had been bad enough with Kaiba always fussing, but now it was getting unbearable. It had all began on that day when Jounouchi accused Kaiba of never helping around the house, which was damn straight. He never did shit. Kaiba, though, since he has such a huge ego, decided to take the challenge of making dinner. He attempted a chocolate pickle omlet with extra sweet apricot jam on top. Well, even though the original recipe was disgusting to start with, that damn ego got in the way again and he thought he was too good for some stupid recipe, and with a little this and a little that, he accidentally had conjered up one of the old top secret solid potions from back in the day in old ancient Egypt. Of course, once Kaiba was done, everybody thought it was a harmless meatloaf with funny looking blue stuff coming out of the sides. Jounouchi didn't eat any, because he felt like taking a stand against Kaiba by saying he was too cool to eat his meatloaf, which was really supposed to be a nasty omelet, but was mutated beyond human comprehension. Honda, thinking Jounouchi was now everybody's new role model, decided he too would stand against the deformed thing. Kaiba didn't eat it because he was busy screaming at Honda and Jounouchi, and Mokuba was busy trying to stop him from killing them. So, only the hikaris ate and POOF! There were suddenly six people at the table.

When walking through the door, the Yamis found their home the way they had left it. Mokuba and Yugi playing 'Shoots and Ladders' on the floor, Kaiba and Jounouchi fighting over who got the nly bed in the house, Honda sleeping on the bed, and Ryou and Hikari Malik (from now on referred to as Ishtar) sitting around knitting dish towels, talking about the weather.

"We're home!" Malik called, tossing Bakura onto the carpet, followed by making his way to the refridgerator. Yami pushed Honda off the bed, got in, and went to sleep, leaving a very disgruntled Honda, and a terribly pissed Jounouchi and Kaiba.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kaiba yelled, "Tonight was my night for the bed!"

"Nuh uh!" Jounouchi argued, "It's my turn!"

"I'm gonna take a shower!" Yugi informed the apartment dwellers as he mosied on over to the bathroom.

"Wait!" Mokuba squealed, "I have to take a pee!"

As all of this agruing was going on, Ryou and Ishtar started to get slight headaches. Finally, Ishtar had an idea that would solve all of their problems.

"Okay, Kaiba and Jounouchi, it was originally Yami's and Yugi's house, so deal with it. Yugi, go take a shower, and Mokuba, go piss in the sink." There were some groans and grunts, but none the less, the arguments had been silenced.

Kaiba was still mad, though. He hated being told what to do, and wasn't used to not getting his own way. He walked out onto the balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind him. He looked out over the city and up at the once glorious Kaiba Corp building, which was now Chubby Bunny Inc.

"I swear, one of these days I'll meet with Anzu again, and I'll kill her," he promised himself, scrunching his hands into tight fists. Someone then came out onto the balcony and was standing behind him.

"You know, staying out on balcony with no one with you can be quite lonely. May I join you?" It was Malik. Kaiba nodded, but said nothing. He didn't know what to say, he had never really had a one on one conversation with the yami before. Malik stood next to him and sighed, hoping to get Kaba's attention, but failed.

"Ahem!"

Kaiba snapped out of his thoughts, and turned his focus onto Malik. "Huh?"

"Hey, you know, there's going to be a festival tomorrow, honoring the day this city was founded. I was thinking that maybe you'd like to go with me."

"Tch. The way you put it, it sounds like you're asking me on a date or something."

Malik was silent, and Kaiba, after a few moments took a hint.

"Oh..."

"'Oh'? Is that it? Is that all you have to say?" Malik said irritably. He had been hoping for a different response.

"Sorry, I've never been asked out by a guy before."

"It's fine if you want to go, you know. It's just a stupid festival and-"

"What time are we leaving?"

Malik looked up at him a bit startled. He hadn't been expecting him to accept after his 'Oh' statement. He shook off the feeling and answered, "About 10:00 tomorrow morning."

Kaiba smiled, "I'll make sure to be ready by then. In the meantime, I'll be going to bed now." He began to walk back towards the door.

"But... you don't have a bed." Malik said, sounding a bit confused.

"... oh yeah... I guess I'll go, then, and dump jam in Yami's shoes to make myself feel better." He then walked back inside the apartment. Malik remained on the balcony, looking up at the sky.

'It seems tomorrow will be an interesting day.'

To be continued... maybe...

Okay, you have now read my horrid fic. I'm sorry about subjecting you all to it, but now I won't be called the horrid name and I actually gave myself something to do with my time (I've had nothing to do today, my friends being out of town and all). If people actually liked it, I'll probably continue it in order to please an audience, but if you thought it totally sucked, I don't mind. it just proves that romance isn't my bag. Anyway, please review to give me an idea if i did a good job or not.