kenmeishouri- Yugi felt bad about telling that joke. Yugi's a good kid.

- glomps Yuugi -- /laughs hysterically/

Dragon-Charmer16- It's still funny:) :)

dragonlady222- You're still wrong. Yugi doesn't even like Marik as more than a friend… yet.

yugirules- And you're partially wrong, too. I love it when people don't know what to expect.

Akio the Dragon Master- You know, now that I think about it, I think it does the same thing to me. Huh.

FurASmile suggested that I do Japanese translations, so here it goes!

Gaki-me damn brat
Koncha yo (colloquial shortening of Konnichi wa)
Boku no mago my grandkid
Kuso shoot/shit/damn (worse than shimatta; less rude than chikusho)
Hikari light (Use incorrectly on usually most people use…)
Mou hitori no (blank) the other (blank) (As in, mou hitori no Yugi)
Aibou partner (what Yami calls Yugi.)

"Shut up!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"Hey you!"

The two turned. Solomon Motou had a broom. Yugi paled. As if Grandpa can take Marik—

"Leave my grandson alone, you ass! Boku no mago hasn't done anything to you!"

Marik sneered. "Unlikely." Then he ran off, his cape swirling behind him. Yugi growled and got to his feet, entering the house and slamming the door.

Both of them spent the rest of the night wondering why they'd gotten so upset.

Yami came into the room to find Yugi lying belly-down on the carpet, remote in hand, flipping through various sitcoms. "Hi, aibou." Yami flashed a winning smile at his soul partner.

"Hn." Yugi flipped the channel.

Yami blinked. "Aibou?"

"Hn?" Yugi flipped the channel again.

"Come and knock on our door! (Come on knock on our door!) We've been waiting for—"

Yugi quickly flipped the channel again.

"Bite my shiny, metal ass."

Yugi grinned and sat up. Yami looked at him quizzically.

"Good show," Yugi explained.

"Oh."

"Yeah. So…" Yugi was sitting Indian style, his back to his soul partner. Yami sat down on the couch. "Did you, uh, want something or something?" Yugi asked.

"Just to hang out."

"Oh."

Yugi did nothing.

Yami sweat dropped. "Uhm…"

"Uhm, what?"

Yami's sweat drop slipped a little and grew bigger. "Uhm, are you feeling okay?"

"I feel fine, Yami. Thanks for asking."

"Oh." Pause. "Uhm… 'kay, so…"

"Hn."

Yami shifted slightly. The cushions on the couch suddenly felt like loaves of stale bread. Weird, thought Yami. Why am I likening the sofa to bread?

"So, uh, Yugi. I haven't seen you very often lately—"

"What about the other day? You told me to clean the bath—oh, wait, never mind. You just called up the stairs, right?"

"Well, I was busy—I—"

"Oh, that's right! Where did you and Tea go?"

Yugi didn't dare turn around; Yami would see how mad he was.

The truth was, Yugi was scaring Yami, bad. In fact, if he had turned around, he would've found Yami twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"Oh, we went to the uh… water park."

"Oh! Tea and I went there once. Do you remember? When the bomber took over the ferris wheel and Tea was on it?"

Yami blanched. "Oh… yeah…"

And all she did during the last half of Yugi's date was try to get me to come out. And before that, she never mentioned it was a date, even though Yugi almost asked but was too embarrassed. But when I came out, she automatically called it a date.

"Uhm… We also went to Burger World before that."

"Oh! Cool! Remember that time it got held up?" Yugi piqued.

Yami shifted uncomfortably, his face reddening to a degree. "Oh, right."

"You saved Tea."

"Yeah."

The mugger had a gun.

"Where else did you go?" Yugi asked, a satisfied malevolence creeping into his voice. Yami looked at the nape of his soul partner's sweet neck with wide eyes.

"Yami?" Yugi rolled over and turned around, sitting up. He stared at Yami admiringly, an almost cruel smirk on his lips. "Did you hear me?"

He's… trying to make me feel bad… Yami realized. Yugi…

"I'm sorry…"

Yugi's face dropped into an unpresumptuous, blank gaze. "For what?" he asked innocently.

Yami's face burned. "I… uh…"

"What's wrong? You looked flushed." Yugi's voice took on sly tones as he said, "You ought to lie down. Go to bed. You know, upstairs."

Now he wants me to go away! Well, he's the one trying to make me feel bad… I don't have to take this.

"Fine," Yami snapped rather abruptly, before heading up the stairs.

Yugi looked satisfied as he laid down, rolled over onto his tummy, and flipped the channel again.