A/N: How many of you out there were hoping that this chapter would be a sleepover chapter? Well, guess what. It is! There'll be games and fun and music and random make-out sessions! Now doesn't that sound fun? Enjoy!

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"HEY! HANDS OFF THE SNACKS YOU STUPID-NOT-ABLE-TO-STEAL-PROPERLY-ROYAL-FUCKING-BASTARD!" Bakura yelled over the Glay music that was blasting over the newly-fixed radio.

Yami sulked from the kitchenette area where he had been attempting to snatch some chips. Over by the sofa, Marik was teaching Satoya how to dance. Or, as Otogi put it, was pulling him around in circles and making him dizzy. He received a pillow to the face for the comment. Malik and Ryou made it over to witness the massacre of Satoya's innocence. Malik sighed.

"He'll never be the same… Marik and Bakura will have left their mark on him…" he said, shaking his head.

"Don't say things like that! I've managed to live through all of you without losing my sanity!" Ryou said indignantly.

"You're not sane!" Otogi exclaimed. "You sleep with Malik and you have Bakura living in your head! How can you be sane?"

"You're not any better! You sleep with a five-thousand year old, egotistical, pharaoh!" Malik yelled in defense of his lover.

"Watch your mouth, Blondie!" Yami shouted. Meanwhile, nobody noticed that Marik and Bakura were both teaching Satoya.

"And you step here-No! Not on his foot! Yes! There!" Bakura instructed as Marik winced from the pain in his foot. Satoya grinned sheepishly. After awhile, they actually taught him to dance properly. At least… How they see as properly. Then the doorbell rang.

"PIZZA!" Bakura, Malik, and Marik yelled in unison. All three ran to open the door only to crack heads. Ryou sighed and opened the door.

"Hey, Bakura told us there was a party goin' on." Jou grinned, holding up six pizzas.

"I brought drinks!" Honda also grinned. The two pushed their way into the apartment. They stared at what they saw.

"He… He's got wings…" Honda managed to get out.

"Duh. You know, we never would've noticed if you hadn't pointed it out." Sarcasm lined Bakura's words.

"You bein' sarcastic, or somethin'?" Jou asked, glaring.

"No, no, of course not!" This time the sarcasm was in Malik's voice. Marik's head was hurting too much for him to be sarcastic.

"Hello. My name is Satoya." Satoya smiled and bowed to Jou and Honda.

"Oh, there's no need to bow to these idiots, Satoya. They're still trying to work out fact that you have wings." Otogi said, flicking a die at Jou.

"Hey! That hurt! And who're you callin' an idiot, dice boy!" Jou shouted at Otogi, glaring.

"Awww… Is the puppy upset?" Marik's pain evaporated, allowing him to torment Jou now.

"Stop calling me a puppy!" Jou shouted.

"Why are you all calling him that?" Satoya asked innocently.

"You still got that tape, Bakura?" Malik asked.

"Oh, the dog duel? Yeah. Bottom cabinet." Bakura answered, pointing at the right cabinet doors. Malik walked over and pulled out a tape that had been titled 'Dog Duel.'

"You TAPED it!" Jou sounded scandalized.

"A lot of people did. I know that I did. Though Yugi threw it out later when he found it." Yami shrugged.

"Ryou never threw mine out." Malik said proudly.

"B-But you're all supposed to be my friends!" Jou exclaimed.

"We are. Didn't you know that this friendship is based on picking on each other? And besides, Honda has a copy too." Bakura stated. Jou just stared at them all.

A/N: Well, there's chapter 8. It may not be quite as funny as I had intended it to be but the last half of it I wrote while I was sick so… anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it!