Chapter Six- Aftermath

After all that had happened the night before, it was no wonder that the partygoers slept in. One by one they each opened their sleepy eyes, only to quickly shut them at the unwanted sunlight. Marik was the first to make any kind of movement other than blinking.

"Ugh," he groaned as he made his less-than-cheerful way out of the room, "Whoever's idea it was to watch all three of those lion movies has hell to pay."

"Morning sunshine," Ishizu sarcastically mumbled, before burying her face into her pillow.

Marik would not be silent though, even with the rather dead audience he had, "You know if we all went with my plan and watched The Drew Carey Show all night long we wouldn't have fallen asleep out of boredom."

Now Mokuba had to put his two sense in, "But we'd still fall asleep.."

Marik turned to see younger Kaiba; his eyes looked bloodshot, a lot like how his more evil side was. The other bedridden people even looked expectant for his face to stretch out like a bad hologram system does. "No.. not you. I've had to put up with your crap since I got here and I'll not put up with it anymore. No." He stomped out of the room muttering about younger brothers and how annoying they are.

Ishizu rolled over again, "Don't worry. He's always like that in the morning when he's been over at someone's house for," she paused to think, "about a week and one of the hosts acts like him and is a younger brother. It usually goes away after about five minutes."

Huge anime sweatdrop.

Yugi looked apprehensive to Marik, "It's not like we could have. After all, Mokuba shouldn't watch Drew; he's too young."

"Yugi, you should go apologize." said Mokuba.

"What?! What did I do?"

Kaiba groaned, "You told him to die and you still accused him of being a bad guy, after he invited you here. He deserves an apology."

The tri-haired boy sighed; he already had Joey on his case, now Kaiba was butting his big corporate head in. And the problem was he was right. He had wrongly accused Marik and should apologize.

"Oh, alright." He got up from his bed and made sure he was presentable or at least as presentable as he could be in ducky p.j.'s. He strutted out of the room to the kitchen. Just because he was apologizing didn't mean he had to be mushy about it. Just say 'sorry', grab a glass of juice and get out. Sorry, juice and out. Sorry, juice and out. He nodded in agreement before walking into the kitchen.. and bursting into laughter.

"Oh, don't worry Marik. In a few years we'll all laugh about this," Yugi spoke through choking laughter.

"Oh, why wait, you sure haven't!"

Yugi continued laughing in hysterics as he kept cleaning the kitchen. Somehow, Marik had managed to spray about a half of a carton of orange juice all over the floor around the fridge and on himself. He swore that he was just shaking it like the carton said, but Yugi did have his suspicions.

"Ah-ha,hehahaha, so, hehe, are you sure you didn't do this on purpose, haha?" Yugi couldn't stop laughing. After all, the sight of orange juice flying all over Marik is obviously something to go in the freeze-frame memory book.

Marik glared at him, "If I wanted to see orange juice in flight it would be at someone else's expense, either that or I'd find a way to watch this myself." He started looking around, "Wonder if Kaiba's got this place bugged."

"I sure wouldn't put it past him," murmured the tri-haired boy.

Marik, lost in thought, turned to face him, "You say something?"

"Oh, no nothing," Marik turned back to himself, obviously trying to think up a new plan to torture somebody. Yugi remember why he'd gone into the kitchen in the first place, "Um, Marik," Marik turned back to him, "well, sorry."

"Huh? For what?"

"For still accusing you to be the bad guy, and to tell you to die, and saying I'd get back at you for always picking fights with me and... Yami." finished Yugi.

The Egyptian blonde nodded, "Yes, well I- hang on, you said you'd get back at me?"

Yugi pursed his lips, "Oh, must have just thought that one. Heh heh."

"Heh heh," Marik repeated sarcastically, "Well, I guess I accept your apology, after all I've done so much bad stuff, I'm kind-of... in debt. But there was something I was hoping to ask you personally about-"

The pint-sized boy scrunched up his face, "Does it start with a 'Y' and sound like 'ami'?"

"Well..." Marik dragged out, "yes. You seemed really bugged when Joey asked, and I wanted to hear your side."

"Oh, is that all," Yugi couldn't help but question. Everyone 'just' wanted to hear his side and then convince him he was wrong.

"Um... yes that is all," Marik repeated.

"There isn't really that much to tell. I got fed up with Yami and I don't want my friends in danger anymore." Yugi shrugged.

Marik held up his hands, "Back it up a bit; what's this thing about Yami? Didja wake up one morning and find out you really couldn't charge him rent so you just booted him out?" Marik tried out at a humorous statement to keep this conversation intact.

Yugi pouted, "Yeah, Joey tried the comedian approach, too- it didn't work then either." Yugi dusted himself off as he got up.

The older of the two also got up, "If you say so, pint." Marik again went into thought. Joseph's right. He's like a wall. Must have gotten that from the Pharoah; he always was an- airhead. A hand waved in front of his face. "Huh, Yugi?"

"Good guess, but no, my brother." Ishizu had walked in, the signs of fatigue still showing in the Egyptian woman's face. "How did your little chat with Yugi fare?"

Marik gave a sigh of defeat, "It went out the window, didn't figure out anything new."

"Oh, well there's always tomorrow."

"Hi bye, great seeing you, has been awhile, this time make it longer, I would like the peace and quiet, and mutt give me that toast."

Slam

Tea scoffed as she picked up her things from the ground, "Well that was really rude. DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE COMING AROUND ANYTIME SOON, 'CUZ I WON'T!!!"

The boys also straightened themselves out after being thrown out of the Kaiba mansion. "Man, who'dda t'ought Kaiba had da strength ta toss us all out in one go?" Joey scratched his head. In the frenzy they had all managed to make themselves look presentable, more or less.

Ryou's outfit comprised of a light-green button down shirt and his long flannel pajama bottoms.

Duke and Tristan didn't have the chance to change at all, so Duke had long nightshirt on and pants with dice on them while Tristan had a Smiley face shirt with his boxer shorts on.

Joey wore a white shirt that said 'King of the World' and had on Tristan's pants because of the rush.

Tea and Yugi managed to get dressed in time but Tea's hair looked like she just got out of bed and Yugi's drooped because of lack of hair gel. "Man I don't know about you's guys but I wan' this whole clothes issue worked out." Joey moaned.

Tristan yawned, "I really don't care right now, I just want to catch a few zzz's."

"I hear ya there pal," Duke yawned an affirmative.

"Awrigh' if ya' gonna be like that, fine. I need me some zzz's, too." Joey said, finally giving in.