... four chapters already. I was thinking about making the last chapter the final one, but then i found myself with nothing to do today, so here I am writing another piece... I really need to get a life. I'm so mad! My friends are gone for memorial day weekend so I'm the only one stuck here!! GRAAA!!! Well, go on to reading this installment too, tell me if it's okay, if I should even bother, and that type of stuff.

Chapter 4

Ishtar and Yami were busy walking about the festival, picking up munchies here and there, running from vendors for not paying, and all of the other usual stuff one would do at these social gatherings. Yami was quite happy, because he had had his eye on his blonde haired friend for quite some time, and now he was actually going places with him. Ishtar, on the other hand, wasn't as joyful, mostly because he hadn't had the courage the day before to ask HIM to the festival, and went with Yami instead, trying not to be rude.

"Hey, you've been quiet for a while," Yami said, looking over at Malik with curiosity. "What's on your mind?"

Malik sighed. "Not much really. I guess I just don't really have much to comment on."

"Hmm... The festival really doesn't have much, does it?"

"Not really."

"Should we head back to the apartment?"

"Yeah, okay."

Ishtar was feeling more bummed out now than usual. He was sure the HE was having a good time, but with someone else. He tried to shake the feeling off, and tried to remain somewhat pleasant, hoping not to ruin Yami's day. Yami, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing to well either. So far, whenever he spoke to Ishtar, the most he got was a grunt or an 'uh huh.' He had wished he could read the boy's mind so that he could find out what was wrong with him. Still, though, Ishtar remained silent, and Yami thought it might be best to do the same.

Back at the apartment, Malik woke up to find Kaiba gone, and Bakura drawing on the wall with a box of crayons.

"Hey, where did Seto go?" Malik asked the aspiring artist. Bakura finished a swirly green doodle, and then replied to him.

"Woke up, saw you, and committed suicide."

"Funny, wise ass. Now seriously, tell me."

Bakura pulled out a purple crayon and started scibbling. "He left a little while ago, but didn't say where he was going. Not that I really care."

"Oh... wait... what about Jounouchi?" Malik then remembered the whole scene he and Kaiba ad stumbled upon when entering the apartment.

Bakura smiled, wrapped his arms around himself, and rolled about on the floor. "Jounouchi, Jounouchi, JOUNOUCHI!!!"

"... Have you been drinking again?"

Bakura shook his head, and then started laughing for no reason at all. Malik was now starting to get really curious about the whole ordeal.

"What, you stumbled on cloud nine or something?"

"NOPE!!"

"Then why are you acting so happy and saying Jounouchi's name over and over again?"

"Huh? Oh..." Bakura sat up and looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to recollect a distant memory. "I dunno. I guess I had nothing better to do than scream it a couple times... Oh wait! Now I remember!!" Bakura snapped his head towards his masterpiece that he had been completing a few minutes ago. He pointed to it and said, "Jounouchi!"

"... Is that supposed to be him, or something?"

Bakura nodded.

"Is it just me, or is somebody stabbing him to death?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, the stick figure with the knife there is me," Bakura beamed with pride.

"If you were just trying to get down with him, then why are you drawing a picture that depicts you murdering stick Jou?"

"Well, you see, I liked him an hour ago. But since then, I've changed, and now have found someone even more lust worthy."

"Who?"

Bakura clapped his hands together. "Mokuba!"

"You're messed up."

"Yes, I know!"

Kaiba then walked through the door with a huge bag. He plopped it down on the ground and sat on the couch.

"Well that takes care of that," he said as if he had accomplished some great task. Malik looked a the bag in wonder.

"What's in it?"

"New bedding! Now I'll be able to sleep on the matress of comfiness without being plagued with thoughts of Bakura jumping on a whip cram covered Jounouchi."

Jounouchi came out from the other room. "Hey, it wasn't like he had my consent, you know!" Malik looked over at him.

"Oh, so you're home after all."

"Yeah, just taking a bath to get rid of all that nasty stuff." He shook his head. "I'll never be able to look at a pack of cool whip the same again."

Bakura listened to the conversation, but didn't jump in to add any comments. He was busy coloring in a swarm of flies over stick Jou's dead carcass. Kaiba took notice of his artwork, and stared at it for a while.

"What is it?" He finally asked.

Bakura shrugged. "A mural foretelling the future, I guess."

Kaiba nodded and then felt like something was laying on his lap. He looked down to see Malik's head facing up at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, why?"

While that was going on, Jounouchi left in search of food, and Bakura went into the other room, beginning to plot the 'Mokuba Seduction Project.' This left Malik and Kaiba alone in the same room, able to talk out whatever (yes, I do believe you see how my literary techniques are working right now).

Malik stared up at Kaiba, wondering if he was going to tell him to get off. He didn't though, but instead placed one hand in his hair for a moment, and then withdrew it.

"What's wrong?" Malik asked, thinking that maybe Kaiba wasn't sure about what he was doing.

Kaiba just simply said, "There was a piece of sticky gunk in your hair." He showed him some nasty looking wad on his finger. Malik's face flushed. The last thing he needed to know was that he had been walking along side Kaiba the whole day with that THING in his hair. Kaiba realized his frustration and chuckled (that's such a cool word! Reminds me of fat people).

"Don't worry. I didn't notice till now," he said reassuringly. Malik blushed, and turned his face away. Was he really that easy to read? He turned another few shades of red when Kaiba's hand brought his face looking back up at him again. 'Alright, this is my chance. I should tell him how I feel,' he thought to himself.

"Uh... Seto?"

"Hmm?"

"I just wanted you to know that I... I..."

"You what?"

"I lo-"

He was interrupted by loud, maniacal cackling from the other room. Bakura ran out, a devious smile spread wide across his face.

"I've done it!" He said, his voice full of triumph. "I have devised to perfect plan to catch Mokuba's lil' heart!"

"You what?!" Kaiba stood up quickly, fearing what Bakura had in store for his little brother. "Don't you realize my brother is WAY too young to get into a relationship?"

Bakura waved his hand at him as if dissmissing the very thought. "No, you don't understand. I'm not going to start up a 'relationship' with him. We're just gonna fiddle around a bit till I get tired and move on to the next shmuck."

"You really think I'd stand here and let you get away with it?!"

"I wan't sure," Bakura admitted openly as if he had done nothing wrong, "I just thought I'd throw it out there, thinking you might give me your consent."

"Don't joke around with me."

"... I wasn't."

"You sick fuck! Keep the hell away from my little brother!"

Bakura displayed a look as if he had been stabbed in the heart by his own mother. "You don't understand!" He yelled, "You just don't want me to have fun and keep Mokukins all to yourself! I HATE YOU!!" Bakura then decided to do a dramatic, run out of the apartment scene. It was too bad that the door was locked and he had to fiddle with it for a few minutes, until he realized that factor. Instead of running, he just stomped off, making a mental note of obliterating the door for vengeance purposes when he came back home.

Kaiba started for the door, when Malik stopped him.

"You're going to find Mokuba, right? Let me come with you."

Kaiba nodded, and then they both headed out in search of Mokuba, in hopes of finding him before Bakura did.

To be continued...

Oh my, the plot thickens. Now we've got three couple alerts (even though I probably shouldn't consider Bakura/Mokuba one, but still). Even though I hate to admit it, I'm actually having fun writing this story, even though I don't like adding in mushy gross scenes. More or less, I'm amused by the little world I've created, and, due to my sick sense of humour, find making all of the apartment dwellers so irritably gay funny. Mayve it's just me... Anywho, review, if you will, and I'll tremendously appreciate it.