It seems I have been sucked into writing another chapter to this fic. I guess, now I think about it, the last one didn't come out as bad as it could have, but still didn't carry that 'OMG That's so mushy!' feel, which, I assume romance fics are supposed to carry (I wouldn't know, I've only read 1, and it was proof reading for a friend). So, on behalf of not knowing what I'm doing, but will try to carry over some of that lovey-er stuff, I will now proceed to the next chapter. Oh, and the disclaimer will carry on to this chapter, as well as any other chapter I might write (too lazy to rewrite 5 simple words every time).

Chapter 2

The next morning, everyone except Bakura seemed to be in a good mood, and were thinking about the festival. Those who had not been able to acquire the bed the night before had fought over the couch, which was won by Ryou, because he spouted out some 'albino's rights' speech, confusing everyone, and claiming it for himself. Then it was a fight for the two pillows that came with the couch, which went to Jounouchi and Mokuba. Kaiba and Malik had missed out, due to the whole balcony scene, and were stuck with merely the floor, as were the contestants who didn't win anything in their nightly battles.

At the moment in time, there was a line in front of the bathroom with those waiting to take a shower, or just use the other facilities, and others were looking through what possessions to see what they would wear to the upcoming festival.

Malik didn't have a clue on what to put on, because he wanted to make a good impression, but not look desperate at the same time. Kaiba seemed to be a bit more confident, and just wore his white 'tank coat' out fit (I still don't understand why the damn thing doesn't have sleeves). He figured he'd be cool, no matter what he wore, especially since the clothes he had brought with him were all designer brand. His clothes, though, made everyone else mad, not because of the fact that none of them could acquire enough money in their life time to buy one of his socks, but... other reasons.

"Big brother! You did it again!" Mokuba cried in pain, "You're trenchcoat is flaring and has pinned me to the wall! I can't breathe!"

Yami then looked over questioningly. "Yeah, I was wondering, why the hell does that thing defy gravity?"

"I dunno. Why does your cape thingy defy gravity and look ugly at the same time?" replied an angered Seto Kaiba, who felt pure hatred for anyone who would question his clothes' flaring out powers.

This, of course, was the perfect chance for Malik to try to score some points, and he definitely took advantage of the situation. "I think it looks really cool, and you could always use it as a weapon in a time of need, just like how you're using it on Mokuba now!" Sadly, this wasn't exactly the smartest thing to say, and Kaiba became a bit more pissed.

"Well I'm sorry that my tankcoat is friggin harmful!" He said hotly as he took it off and threw it to the ground. "I suppose you want me to wear normal clothes like you peasants! Fine!" He then stormed off, grabbed some of Jounouchi's stuff, and threw them on.

"Hey!" Jounouchi barked, "That's my stuff!"

"Yes, and I'll borrowing it for the day."

"I didn't say you could do that!"

Now, in the corner of the room, Bakura was sitting around, trying to get some shut eye, but it just wasn't happening because of the two angry guys arguing over clothes. Bakura is almost always cranky, but when he has a hangover to boot, he's meaner than usual.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SLEEP, YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT?!!" Bakura was once again about to go into his infamous screaming speech. "I HATE YOU ALL, AND I WILL COME FOR YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND EAT YOU ALL!!!!"

Suddenly, a scream from another part of the apartment sounded. Everyone looked over to find Yami, who was holding his foot, as if in agony. Yugi immediately rushed over to his yami, hoping that he was alright.

"Yami, what happened?!" Yugi asked in a worried voice, holding on to his arm.

Yami breathed rasply as he spoke, "It's awful. Someone... put... jam in my shoe... STRAWBERRY JAM!!!"

Kaiba snickered, proud of his work. That would teach the insolent whelp to ever steal HIS bed, which really wasn't his, but says so anyway. Malik looked up at him with new found admiration. While all of the hikaris were wooing poor Yami, Bakura and Malik were looking up at Kaiba as their new idol. Then, a thought struck Malik. He still hadn't gotten changed! Being in a rush, he threw on his average clothes, and ran back into the room with Kaiba to find Bakura worshipping him like a god. It figured, though, since Bakura and Yami still had a thing against one another, ever since Bakura tried to take his soul, kill off his friends, steal his millennium item, try to start havoc all over the world, and, above all else, had once stolen his lunch.

Malik wasn't too fond of the idea of Bakura hovering over Kaiba like that. Kaiba was his, dammit. There was no way he was going to let some psycho bitch hang on to him.

"Hey, do you want to go now?" Malik asked him, hoping he could pry him away from Bakura.

"Huh? Oh sure," he replied, beginning to head for the door.

Bakura ran in front of him. "I'll go with you too!"

"NO!" Malik screamed, not even wanting to think of having his first date with Kaiba ruined by this third wheel.

"I'm going, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"But-but!"

"Bakura," Ishtar stepped forward, "I need help finding one of my earrings. It's here somewhere, so help me look for it."

Bakura looked annoyed, but figured he'd help considering he still owed him a favor. As he walked off into the bedroom to search for it, Ishtar mouthed 'You owe me' to his yami and then followed Bakura.

Malik and Kaiba made their way out of the apartment, and over to the festival. Malik couldn't help thinking how great it was to be alone with Kaiba, and how grateful he was to his hikari. The stage had been set, and now all he needed to do was capture the heart of his love object. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of one of the game booths.

"Step right up and win a bear for your honey! Just shoot down the moving numbers, and you win," the vendor shouted to the crowds. Kaiba looked down at Malik and then stepped up to the booth and bought a round.

'Right,' he thought to himself, 'Just shoot the numbers. How hard can that be?'

The game began, and Kaiba, with full confidence, began to shoot at the numbers. It was too bad his marksmanship sucked, and this started to infuriate him. He lost pretty quickly, and found himself in a bad mood, unable to win the bear for Malik. The vendor, being a nice guy, gave him a consolation lolli pop. Malik and Kaiba then left the booth.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Malik said, trying to console him, "You tried your best."

Kaiba just shook his head. "Here," he handed Malik the lolli pop, "You can have it."

Kaiba was a tad bit surprised when Malik suddenly hugged him. It was just a lolli pop! Not sure what to do, Kaiba just patted Malik on the back a bit, and then mentioned he was hungry, and that they should get something to eat. They then started for the diner down the street.

Might be continued...

Okay, I guess I didn't really get as mushy in this chapter as I thought I would. I was too busy contemplating Kaiba's tankcoat thing. Anywho, it's all starting up, but I didn't want to make the chapter miserably long, so I just cut it at the diner. Once again, it's up to you if you want it continued. If you don't, I understand perfectly, but if you do, tell me and I'll make another. Yeah, I'm contemplating many other couples coming in on the scene, and one definitely showing in the next one, if written. For now, I'll go about my business, write another random humour fic, and get many flames for that too. Later.