Author's notes: Well, I suppose I'm somewhat sorry for not updating for so long. I just lost interest. Anyway, since I got a review a couple of days ago I've decided to update this one. For once. Anyway, I didn't spend that much time on this chapter, most of it was written 6 months ago, right after I put up the first chapter of this. Well, the Kaiba part was written then anyhow. So, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter and I want KC to know that they're the reason this was continued. So if you were waiting for an update you can thank them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! in anyway whatsoever. Don't I rule?

"I hate them. I really do." It had been three days since the boxer fiasco and Yami hadn't seen anything of Yugi, nor did he want to. It had been three days since his bastard roommates had taken that picture, and in those three days they had taken the liberty to post the photograph everywhere in the school. Yami couldn't turn around without seeing his naked nether regions.

"Hmm." was the response he received from Seto Kaiba. Yami knew the cold brunette didn't care, but he didn't have anyone else to talk to. Joey had a week of detention for some reason, not even the blonde knew what for.

"Thanks for listening." said Yami sarcastically.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Seto said emotionlessly, continuing to type on his laptop. He wasn't actually writing anything of importance, typing just gave him something to do while he wasn't listening to poor little Yami.

"You are such an asshole."

"So you've noticed." The brunette let a small smirk pass his lips. "Why don't you go back to your dorm? I'm sure your idiot roommates will listen...while they're feeling you up."

Yami growled. "That's exactly why I've been staying here these three nights! I don't enjoy your company, in case you haven't noticed."

Seto's cobalt eyes left his computer to meet Yami's crimson ones, mock sorrow shining in his cold blue orbs. "That hurts."

"Stop being a prick, or are you too afraid of having friends?" Yami spat, pleased to see that his comment had really gotten under the brunette's skin. Momentary anger flashed across Seto's icy features, it quickly dissipated, however, to be replaced by a sorrowful look. Yami was surprised to see such emotion resonating from Kaiba's usual impassive expression.

"You're right." Seto said, cobalt eyes shining with what looked like tears. "Ever since I was young everyone I've ever loved has abandoned me. I...I guess I'm just afraid of that happening again."

Yami was amazed; he couldn't find anything on Seto's attractive face that hinted sarcasm. More surprised still was he when the other's soft lips pressed against his own. The teen melted into the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the moment. It wasn't everyday that you got kissed by someone as beautiful as Seto Kaiba. Yami whined as the kiss was broken and he opened his eyes to see Seto's thin lips curled to form a satirical smile.

"I can't believe you fell for that. I thought you were smarter." He sneered. Yami growled. "Now get out of here, you're breaking my concentration."

Yami received a firm kick in the behind as Kaiba's long legs connected with his bottom. The former stood up, rubbing his bruising rump, and left the room muttering obscenities the entire way. The obscenities grew much louder as he bumped into something and fell to the floor. "FUCK! COCKSUCKING MOTHER -"

"Yami?"

His words stopped dead in his throat as he gazed into violet orbs. It was Yugi. "I-I..."

"Are you okay?" inquired Yugi, confused over Yami's stuttering.

"I've been better." Yami said, picking himself off the floor.

Yugi smiled, causing the teen to blush. His heart did a flip-flop in his chest.

"That's good. Listen, I..." Yugi began to blush and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was wondering if...if you would like to, you know...uh...go for a walk or something?"

Yami smiled, not believing his luck. There was Yugi, right in front of him, asking him to 'go for a walk'. "Sure."

For a while Yami forgot about the pictures, and his roommates. However, his momentary contentment was called to halt upon seeing a silver haired male standing facing the poster displaying Yami's cough, cough genitalia. Yami's pupils dilated.

"Holy fuck! Run Yugi!" Yami cried, or wanted to. Instead all that passed his lips was a string of gibberish. Giving up on speech, Yami began pushing his look-a-like back towards the hallway they had just come out of.

"Hey, Spikes!"

Yami's heart stopped in his chest, recognizing the voice as Bakura's. Oh no, the teen thought, but how is this possible? I just saw him over there...

Yami turned, unable to suppress his gasp when the person he had been sure was Bakura was no longer in front of the poster. In fact, he was no where in sight. Needless to say Yami was seriously doubting his sanity.

"Where the fuck are you looking? I'm over here, dumb ass."

I need to get Yugi out of here... Yami thought. He didn't want Yugi added to Marik and Bakura's list of poor souls to torment. He did the only thing he could think of. Bending over, he whispered into Yugi's ear: "Run!"

"Who's the shorty?" Yami glared at Marik and Bakura, the former having just spoken. How do they manage to do this? They only come at the most inopportune times!

"Don't say anything!" Yami whispered to Yugi as the roommates came towards them. Yugi of course either didn't hear Yami's advice or he chose to ignore it.

"My name's Yugi Moto. And I don't appreciate being referred to as 'shorty'," said Yugi coolly. Not even Yugi understood where he had gotten this sudden courage. It comes and goes.

"Fine, height challenged, whatever." Marik said, not particularly interested in the little one. His bright, amethyst eyes met Yami's and a slow mocking smile spread across his face. "Long time no see, eh Spiky?"

"Not long enough," growled Yami.

Marik's smile deepened. "So where've you been hiding these past few days? Let me guess: Wheeler's and Kaiba's?"

The crimson eyed teen didn't say anything, or emit any kind of reaction. With Marik and Bakura, it was probably better to stay silent.

Seeing that he would get no answer, Marik spoke again. "So, did you enjoy our art work?"

Yami bristled, cheeks becoming as red as his eyes. I'll get you guys for this, you fucking assholes. You can't stay awake forever... Even the mere thought of possible revenge gave Yami a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Hey, Marik, this little dude looks just like Spikes," said Bakura, who had been examining Yugi with his dark gaze. Marik's eyes moved from Yami to his miniature counterpart, who had lost whatever courage he had before and was clutching Yami's hand tightly.

"So he does," agreed Marik. "And it seems he has a crush on our roommate."

Bakura laughed. "Well he can't have him. He's mine!" He exclaimed in a distinctly Otto from A Fish Called Wanda sort of way, grabbing Yami's arm and pulling him down the hallway leading to their dorm, Marik bringing up the rear, leaving behind a confused Yugi.

Yami was quite literally dragged to his dorm, on the verge of kicking and screaming, and shoved roughly into the cramped room. His foot snagged on the carpet and he fell to his knees. Anger coursed through the teen. For him, this was the last straw. With fire burning in his eyes, he leapt from the floor and lunged at the two assholes standing at the door smirking.

The sudden attack caught them off guard, and Bakura was on the verge of passing out from lack of air before Marik could finally pull Yami's hands off Bakura's neck, who then fell to the floor, gasping for air. Yami was thrown to the floor, head smacking into the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Marik yelled, kicking Yami in the side. "He could have fucking died!"

"That was the plan," muttered Yami under his breath. Unfortunately for him, Marik had sensitive hearing and the comment did not go unnoticed.

"What was that?" Marik said, putting his hand to his ear. "Let's see how you like being without air!"

Yami tried to get away, but after hitting his head on the bed he couldn't do anything without sending daggers through his skull. Marik's foot was across his neck, crushing his windpipe, and there was nothing that Yami could do about it. Marik and Bakura had always been stronger, even without having the upper hand.

Yami could faintly hear the door open and a familiar voice before passing out.

End notes: Well, that's all I feel like writing right now. It's really short and it took me what? Six months? Go me. Nah, I just didn't feel like writing this story, even though I knew where I was going with it. Oh well, it's up now. But I wouldn't expect another chapter anytime soon.

BTW: I'm only including Marik, not the other one. I think I have enough characters to deal with as it is. Anyway, the Marik I'm talking about is the slightly less evil one. The one who's hair isn't as ridiculous as Yami's. The one with that totally gay shirt...