"What?" Marik asked irritably.

"I…" Yugi's voice faded. "Forget it." Yugi sunk down to the floor. Then he looked up, trying to look for a radio.

He looks red, Marik observed. He decided to ask about it. "What's that thing you're doing?" he demanded.

"What?" Yugi mirrored absentmindedly.

"That thing with your face," was Marik's vague explication. He pointed rudely at Yugi.

"Descriptive," Yugi grinned. "What thing?"

"That red thing."

"Something on me' face?" Yugi asked, doing an impression of a leprechaun. He looked around. "Is there a mirror around here?" He raised a hand to his cheek self-consciously.

"Your whole face is red," Marik said. "You're not going to explode, are you?"

Yugi blinked at him. "Oh!" he exclaimed. And then he burst out laughing. "I'm blushing, you idiot!"

"Don't call me an idiot, gaki-me," Marik growled.

"Stop calling me gaki-me!" Yugi protested. "I am not a damn brat."

Marik stared at Yugi. "What's gotten into you, Yugi dear?" he lilted sarcastically. "You never swore before."

Yugi looked at the floor. "Shut up. I'm not letting you walk over me, baka."

"Baka-me."

"Quit it!"

"Fine."

Yugi looked up. Marik gave him a large, catty grin. "Just tell me why people blush."

Yugi blinked. "You don't know?"

"Um, I'm evil. I'm not allowed to do… that thing with my face, I think," Marik said unsurely. "It's against evil's protocol, I'm sure."

"Hate to tell you this, but you're doing it right now," Yugi protested.

"I am?" Marik looked surprised. To Yugi's surprise, Marik reached up and felt his own cheek, just like he had. "So, why are we doing it, then?"

Yugi shook his head. "Kami-sama, rephrase that."

"Why are we blushing?"

Yugi sighed. "People blush when they're embarrassed or humiliated or something."

"So why are you embarrassed?" Marik asked, genuinely fascinated.

I don't know, why am I embarrassed? Why does he make me feel stupid?

"Because I'm locked in a room with you. You're bound to make fun to me," Yugi said, a bit too briskly. "Why are you blushing?"

"Because you helped me. For no good reason. I thought we were on bad terms."

Yugi stood up and tried to maintain some dignity. The New Yugi would do that. "We are," he declared.

"So how come we're not insulting each other?"

"You really need to take a psychology class," Yugi suggested.

Marik growled. "Don't tell me what to do. I won't listen to you."

"Fine. In that case, please rape me."

"Gaki-me!"

"Oh, stop calling me that, 'you fool.' Like my imitation of Bakura?"

Yugi had imitated Bakura flawlessly. Marik was amazed.

"Yes, actually. It suits you well. 'Cuz now you're evil Yugi."

"I'm not evil. I just don't want people pushing me around."

"Then how come you're blushing?"

Yugi stared at Marik. "What are you talking about? I'm not still blushing, am I?"

"Uh-huh." Marik picked at the fringes of the blanket on the bed. "So, let me get this straight."

"What's straight? You're not straight."

"Ha, ha, that's a good one," Marik laughed drily. "Now, my job is to be nicer, and you're trying to be meaner."

"So?"

"It's just weird, that's all. I always thought you were all true to yourself, or some goody-goody goop like that."

"Goody-goody goop," Yugi repeated, grinning. "I like that."

"Whatever."

Marik seemed disinterested with him now, so Yugi just stalked around the room, trying to find a radio. He wanted to listen to some music, have his mind taken off how self-conscious he felt, the blushes that had been on their faces, the way Marik's fingers had twitched slightly when Yugi had informed him that he was blushing.

"I can't find a radio," he grumbled. He turned to Marik. "You know, we can probably leave, now. I doubt the police are still looking for you. They probably won't even bother with you. After all, you're so… not evil." Yugi shrugged in immediate apology for his lack of eloquent vocabulary. "Un-… pernicious. You know. Whatever."

Marik stood up. "Then what the hell are we still waiting for, then," he growled.

" 'We?' " Yugi laughed. "I'm not leaving yet, baka. I'm going to find a radio."

"Like hell you are." Marik grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. "Now help me find my o-shujinkaku-sama."

"No chance in heck, stupid." Yugi stuck out his tongue and started to walk away. Marik lost his temper. He punched Yugi in-between the shoulder blades, knocking him too the ground. Then he left.

Yugi waited a few minutes, than stood up and dusted himself off. "Thank God that's over," he said aloud to himself.

Both Yugi and Marik, as they walked home, were blushing.

Hi peoples! Sour Schuyler here. …Well, duh. But anyway! I wanted to shamelessly ask you all to PLEASE take a look at some of my other stories—I know that some of you do—but in particular, Playing House. My friend, Maiden of Time and Space, and I, worked really hard on it! So… please? We'd like a few reviews. She and I would really appreciate it! And don't forget to review this chapter. :P