Draga: Next chapter comin' at ya! To answer a question, I suppose they really aren't twins, exactly. But they're almost identical. I just needed a way to make Ryou… not helpless, really, but in need of someone to take care of him. Okay? If you have anymore questions, leave me a review or send me an e-mail. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! By the way, to make things easier for me, I'm skipping right along to the sleepover, 'kay?

"What time is 'Kura getting here, Yami? Hey, anyone in there? HEY, LOVESICK DUMBASS! ANSWER ME!" Malik into his daydreaming friend's ear. Yami jumped, startled.

"I wrote six on his hand," Yami replied. "And I am not lovesick, thank you very much!"

"You keep spacing out. Trust me, I know lovesick when I see it. Who is it? Is it that hot guy in math you used to stare at?" Malik prodded.

"No! It's not Kaiba," Yami stated, embarrassed.

"Well, then? Spill! Who is it?" There was a knock at the door, and Malik stood to go answer it. "I got it. You sit there and figure out who you keep drooling over," the Ishtar said with a wink. Yami just rolled his eyes and threw a book at his friend's head. The assaulted boy 'eep'ed and ducked out of Yami's room.

"'Kura! About time you got here!" Malik exclaimed.

"You're the only person I've ever met who's brave enough to call him that!" an unfamiliar voice stated.

"Well, come in, welcome Yami's humble abode." Yami could almost see the sweeping, mocking bow Malik was performing. The new voice giggled. "Come in, come in. Glad you guys are here. Now we can get dinner! I'm starving!"

"I'll cook, if you want," Bakura offered.

"He's a really great cook."

"Hm. Alright, we'll see what almighty Yami says. He's upstairs. Yugi and his little friends are in his room; I'll take you to them, Ryou," Malik said.

"Thanks!" Ryou replied. Malik pointed to Yami's room for Bakura, and poked his head in while Bakura's back was turned to mockingly pretend to swoon. Yami tossed another book, and Malik walked down the hallway, laughing.

"Hey, Bakura," Yami greeted. Bakura just nodded.

"If you want, I'll start making dinner. Just show me where your kitchen is," Bakura said, gaze to the ground.

"You don't have to—"

"But Yami, he wants to. He even offered downstairs," Malik presented, walking into the room.

"I suppose, if you want to," Yami caved. Malik smiled gleefully.

"How many people am I cooking for? And what am I cooking?" Bakura asked.

"Um, let me think…" Malik ticked off people silently on fingers. "Five." Bakura raised an eyebrow and left the room, in search of the kitchen. "Make whatever you want!" Malik called after him.

"He's a guest. He shouldn't be cooking. We should've called for pizza…" Yami was muttering to himself.

"It's Bakura!" Malik exclaimed.

"Nani?"

"That's who you keep drooling over!" Malik fell onto the bed laughing.

"Will you shut up!" Yami jumped on the bed, hanging over Malik, their faces close so Yami could threaten him quietly.

"I'm going to make some… pizza…" Bakura trailed off, poking his head into the room and seeing the suggestive position the two boys were in. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean…" Yami blushed at his position (one knee between Malik's legs, hands braced on the sides of his head, face close to Malik's) and scrambled off.

"No, no, it's not what you think! He pissed me off and –"

"It's okay. I'm sorry I interrupted." Bakura made his way back to the kitchen.

"Damn you Malik! That was not supposed to happen!" Yami yelled, sitting down at his desk.

"Not my fault you tried to jump me."

"Go apologize, Malik," Yami commanded. "This is your fault."

"Fuck you. You're the one he likes, not me. Oh, shit!" Malik clamped a hand over his mouth, cursing in fluid Arabic.

"What did you just say?" Yami inquired, mouth hanging open.

"Ooh, something smells good. Let's go check," Malik said, getting up and walking down the hallway to the stairs.

"Oh no you don't! You get back here right this minute, Ishtar!" Yami yelled, chasing Malik down the stairs. He swung around the landing, and…

CRASH!

…smacked straight into Bakura, knocking both of them over, Yami on top. Bakura looked into Yami's eyes for a moment, then turned his head.

"Get off me," Bakura demanded bitterly. Yami stood, and put his hand out to help Bakura up. Bakura smacked his hand away, and got up on his own. "Dinner is ready. I'll go tell the others." He started up the stairs, but paused and turned around, smelling something burning. "What is that? I took the pizza out already…" In a manner of a few seconds, flames were poking out the kitchen door.

"Shit! Both of you, get out! Now!" Bakura commanded to Yami and Malik.

"But—"

"GO!" Bakura yelled. The two boys were out the door almost immediately. The semi-white haired boy ran up the steps and burst into Yugi's room, fire spreading behind him.

"Bakura? What—" Ryou asked.

"Come on, guys. We have to get out of here," Bakura told them. Ryou started coughing as smoke entered the room, and Bakura swore softly. He picked up Yugi and Ryou, shielding them from most of the fire and smoke, leaving Bakura to get face fulls of it all. He managed to get the two smaller boys out of the house, and collapsed into a coughing fit outside, hair singed.

"Bakura!" The exclamation of his name was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

Draga: Oh… my. Um, flame all you want, guys. I know there are certain things I could have done, but I wanted to get this out before I went to sleep, and it's like two-forty-five in the morning.