A/N: Ok, everyone's screwed. I haven't really gotten rid of my writers block but I must update for you all! Especially because you all threaten to send random anime characters after me! Anyway, I'm pulling the shameless plug for a bit. If you have any ideas as to where this fic can go, other than SetoXSatoya because I'm getting to that, then please tell me! I beg of you! Oh, this has nothing to do with my fic, but has anyone else heard of the band Ra? They're a rock band and they have songs called 'Fallen Angels' and 'Do You Call My Name.' Please let me know if you do! I hate to think that I imagined the band!

Ishigami: Wow, she's really a wreck, huh? Anyone willing to help repair the writers block, let us know! Oh, we also heard that there's a new rule against responding to reviewers so we won't this chapter. Please let us know if this is true or not! But thanks to the reviewers none-the-less!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Golutia. (In case it gets mentioned again)

"Uhh… We have a problem…" Marik said quietly, staring at the door to his and Bakura's apartment.

"What do you mean 'We have a problem'?" Bakura growled. He was holding Satoya because that was the only way they could think of to hide his wings under a coat.

"Well, umm… I uhh… Lost… my… key…?" Marik said, backing away from his psychotic boyfriend.

"You WHAT!" Bakura basically screeched.

"It's probably over at Ryou's…" Marik said consolingly.

"Or…" The three boys looked to the door to see Yami standing in their apartment.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment, pharaoh!" Marik demanded.

"Hey, don't forget me!" A voice from inside the apartment exclaimed.

"You. And Otogi. In our apartment. Alone. I swear that the only bodily fluids in there had better be ours!" Bakura declared.

"Yeah, yeah. You three coming in, now?" Yami asked, moving aside to allow them entrance.

"You still haven't explained how you got in." Marik growled as he stepped inside the doorway.

"Oh. Well, that's simple. When we woke up, we found your key on the floor but you had already left so we decided to come here and wait for you." Otogi said smiling from the couch.

"Yeah, yeah. Now move, ya lump. Satoya should have somewhere to sit." Bakura said, putting Satoya down and removing the coat.

"Oh my Ra…" Yami murmured.

"Are those real?" Otogi asked, reaching up touch one of Satoya's wings. Bakura swatted his hand.

"Yes, they're real…" Satoya answered shyly.

"Oh! Satoya, this is Otogi on the couch and Yami. Or you could just call him 'pharaoh' like Bakura and I do. He's got this egomania thing going on, I swear, he and Kaiba are like twins. Only, Kaiba's about two feet taller than him." Marik said. Yami growled.

"I do not have an ego!" he shouted.

"Suuuure ya don't." Bakura smirked at the former pharaoh.

"So, why's he here?" Otogi asked, stopping the imminent bloodbath.

"Well, obviously, his wings." Bakura said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, as he later pointed out, it was.

"Why couldn't Kaiba keep him? I mean, he can hide anything in that mansion of his." Otogi said.

"Because, as much as I loathe to admit it, he is quite popular. The press is watching him 24/7. Eventually, one of them would see him, see the wings, and publish it." Yami reasoned out.

"Wow, maybe you aren't quite as idiotic as we originally suspected, pharaoh." Marik said teasingly.

"Why you-"

"Umm… Bakura-san… I'm sorta hungry…" Satoya spoke up quietly.

"Hasn't Kaiba been feeding you?" Marik asked.

"Not today… I wasn't hungry when breakfast was served…" Satoya answered sheepishly.

"Well, time for some quality cooking done by yours truly!" Bakura exclaimed, rolling up his sleeves.

"Oh no you don't!" Yami yelled. "We can't have you poisoning him!"

"I'll cook." Otogi said. "Since I know for a fact that Yami can't cook, obviously Bakura can't cook, and I wouldn't trust Marik's cooking if my life depended upon it."

The three yamis glared and sulked while Satoya giggled. Turns out, the only thing that Otogi could cook was macaroni and cheese, but he made good macaroni and cheese. And without the box!

"That was very good, Otogi-kun." Satoya praised the food, smiling.

"See? Even he thinks that I can cook, Yami!" Otogi said with a smirk. Yami grumbled.

"So, where are we all sleeping?" Yami asked after a bit.

"What do you mean? You're not staying here!" Bakura glared.

"But-"

"No!" Marik cut Otogi's argument off.

"Oh, can't they stay? I've never been to a sleepover before…" Satoya asked sweetly.

"Oh, well… Fine. But only because Satoya needs the experience." Bakura said grudgingly.

"Yay!" Satoya smiled.

A/N: There, I hope you're all happy! That took me about a week to write. These writer's blocks are deadly, man. They can kill people.

Ishigami: Yeah, like my parents.

Me: They didn't die because of a writer's block, Ishigami. I killed them because I didn't like them anymore.

Ishigami: I knew it!

Me: So? Anyway, R&R!