.:Chapter seven - Slumber Party Fiasco:.

"Hot chocolate!" Yuugi cried as he practically jogged back into the living room, somehow or another managing not to spill his drink. As soon as he got to the coffee table, he set the cup down and shook his hands. "Hot, hot, hot..."

Yami chuckled at this as he walked in much more calmly, sitting down on the couch while the small teen started blowing on his hands, eyeing his cup quite lustfully. The prince held his mug by the handle, so he was safe from any burning. "Perhaps if you gained a little bit of patience you wouldn't get burnt like that," he said, smirking.

The gray-eyed boy pouted, crossing his arms. "Well, fine, mister Know-It-All," he muttered. Suddenly his face lit up and he cried; "Watch it!" Taking Yami completely by surprise, he leapt over the said male, who quickly moved his hot drink out of the way before Yuugi rammed into it. He barreled over the larger teen, landing on the cushion next to him, grinning insanely. "You're quick," he stated, laughing slightly from behind his hand.

The crimson-eyed one was blinking down; completely baffled by the boy next to him. But at the innocent look he was receiving, Yami shook his head, chuckling once more. "You are certainly unusual." he murmured, smiling back at the boy.

The smaller rubbed the back of his head, moving to sit up. "Yup," he answered, leaning over to get his cup. "Ow," he muttered the instant he touched the surface, holding it to his mouth, before wincing. "Ow, ow, ow," And the chant continued as so.

This caused Yami to outright laugh and he plucked the drink from the younger boy's hand, setting it on his lap while Yuugi fanned his tongue. "You just can't wait, can you?" he asked, smirking. This boy was too cute.

Yuugi snorted in answer and grabbed at his mug gleefully, pouting and whining in his throat when Yami moved it further away. "You're just going to burn yourself again," the elder chided, shaking his head.

Pursing his lips, Yuugi frowned and then snatched Yami's drink instead, grinning in absolute victory.

"Hey--!" the Althasian started, but was cut off when the small teen stuck his tongue out, taking a sip shortly after that. Suddenly, his face scrunched up, and his eyes flew open.

"Whoa!" he coughed, rubbing his throat, looking like he'd just tasted something far too strong. "You put way too much chocolate powder in here!" he exclaimed, trying to get the taste from his mouth.

"Well, that's why it's mine and not yours."

Rolling his eyes, Yuugi shoved the cup back and nabbed his own. "Thanks for nothing," he muttered, hissing as the hot glass burned his hands.

Yami blinked, looking slightly confused. "Um...You're welcome?"

Now it was the smaller boy's turn to blink up at him. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, trying to cover his fit of giggles with his hand, while the other set his cup down. "That's not something you're supposed to answer like that," he got out, through his...well, fits.

The older just sighed and smiled, shrugging. "Well, I answered anyway," he replied, shrugging.

Almost an hour later from that point, both boys found themselves enthralled in a videogame, of which Yami was simply ecstatic! They didn't have things like this on Althastrus! He had had problems at first (mainly with the controller and all the buttons), but he was quickly learning, though Yuugi was still beating him badly. The little animated figures were so... flashy, and bright, it was almost magical... For the alien, at least. The shorter teen might have thought him to be crazy, had he stated this. So he didn't. Think subtle!

After getting his butt kicked a few more times, he finally let the controller drop from his hands, falling with a soft 'clink' to the carpeted floor. He yawned widely, lifting a hand to his mouth to cover its gaping hole, unsure of why he was so tired so suddenly... It was certainly unusual.

The host of this little two-person slumber party glanced over at the other, not quite wanting to stop playing yet. Yami was just getting so much better, too! And while he loved winning, he loved a good challenge even more. "Aw," he whined, pouting. "I dun wanna stop yet,"

Just then, Sugoroku popped his elderly head into the room, his nightcap waving slightly as a greeting almost from atop its perch. "I think it's time you both go to sleep," he suggested, though it was more of a 'do it now or face my old-farty wrath tomorrow' type of thing. Deciding it was best to comply, even if it was against his personal wishes, Yuugi reached up and shut off the game console, turning off the television shortly afterwards.

"Yes, Grampa..." he drawled, rolling his eyes. "I just hafta go put the cups in the sink," he added, walking over to the table and the long-forgotten hot-chocolate mugs. There was suddenly a dull thud behind him and he turned abruptly, blinking bewilderedly at the sight before him. Even the older man was pretty shocked.

Yami had apparently collapsed, lying completely sprawled out on the floor, his eyes closed. A scare fell over the two and they rushed over to the fallen boy, Yuugi standing on the side, watching fearfully. What had just happened! As his grandfather lifted the other slightly with a small grunt at the weight, the gray-eyed boy stood nervously, fidgeting. What if the other had just... died? And they didn't know anything about him! Not even his last name! And all of his stuff was stolen, so they had no identification...

He was quickly pulled from his pessimistic thoughts by a sudden bursting guffaw. Glancing up, abashed at his family member, Yuugi was about to say something about it when the other turned to him. "He's fine," he said, still holding Yami's limp form. "I guess whatever sugar-high he'd gotten from the cocoa had turned off really fast. He's just asleep."

All the small boy could do was laugh as well. Ah! Relief! No deaths tonight in the Mutou residence...! Hopefully.

"But this is why you should both go to sleep," the gray-haired man chided, lips pursed this time, and quite a serious facial expression. It was almost humorous--the look on his face... But Yuugi knew better than to grin. He nodded quickly and helped his grandfather lug the somewhat heavy (for two vertically challenged people, yes) body over to the couch, setting him down somewhat roughly.

"I'll go get a blanket from the closet," the teen piped up, darting off down the hall.

Sugoroku just shook his head, smiling at the whole scene, before hobbling over and grabbing the twice forgotten mugs, taking them to the sink to wash them out.

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After getting everything set up and pretty, the two left Yami alone to slumber in peace, now complete with a heavy, thick blanket and a fluffy spare pillow.

Skipping figuratively off to his room, Yuugi thought about everything that had happened in that day. It was quite interesting, to say the least. And he'd just have to show Yami to Jounouchi, and Honda, and Anzu, and... Well, there really weren't many other people there to flaunt him to... Fooey. And the other had really cool ears and teeth, too...

As he opened the door to his bedroom, the spiky-haired boy looked up through the skylight, staring wistfully up at the stars. He'd always wanted to know what was past what we could simply see with our eyes. And after a small smile, he pictured any aliens out there to look like the three newbies he and Ryou were housing. They were, indeed, different...to say the least. He then decided that he shall dub them 'the aliens', if for nothing more than his own amusement. He turned from his desk and threw himself down on his bed, bouncing a few times before finally settling down.

He sighed and pulled his pillow up to his face, cuddling up against it. He loved his bed. He loved it oh-so much. His mind trailed off as to whether the couch was as comfortable to sleep on or not, but then a sudden thought leapt at him, and he felt a tad rude... How it would be to wake up in a strange house in a strange land and with strange people! So, after this he decided that he would just have to sleep in the living room this night... or what was left of it, anyway. It was pretty late... or early... whatever.

Gathering up his bedthings, he scuttled off down the hall, blue comforter blanket trailing faithfully behind him. He finally made it (and through the dark, too! On his own!) to his destination, plopping himself down right on the chair that was next to the sleeping male. Yuugi let out a contented sound, very much comfortable in his balled-up position on the cushions, blanket wrapped tightly around him, keeping him safe from the cold. Not long after, he seemed to notice that the lounge chair smelled a bit...different. Upon sniffing more, he realized that it smelled like...Yami.

Wow.

He blushed a little at the fact that he'd been all but panting in the other's scent. Oh, well. No one had to know, right?

...Of course.

No more than half and hour later, he was asleep as well; oblivious to his grandfather's loud snores from down the hall. The last thought he harbored was faint glimpses of what they could do tomorrow... And he knew Jounouchi would just throw a fit at how much their hair looked alike.

He couldn't wait.

Though he just hoped Ryou was fairing as well as he was...

.:Chapter end:.

So sorry for the shortness... Hopefully I'll be able to come back in later and make it longer.

-Cecilia