"Now, since you're off your sugar high, where do you want to go?" Bakura asked, feeling refreshed. 2 days of nonstop sleep. That felt good.

"Um, well, I really don't- oh! I know! We can always go to Hot Topic to see if they have any-"

"No! Wait! I need a haircut, so let's go!" Bakura dragged Marik to the barbers. He wanted nothing of leather pants right now. Maybe later tonight, but not now.

"Oh, yea! I need one too!" Marik said happily. Bakura sighed, thinking 'Thank Ra.'

-TIME SKIP 11:30 P.M- *YUGI'S HOUSE*

"Shush, Marik! They're gonna hear you!"

"Well, I was just wondering where the pharaoh sleeps. He doesn't sleep with Yugi…..does he?"

"I don't bloody know!" Anger pulse.

"Well! Don't get angry with me, kitty! Now, let's go!" Marik shoved Bakura through the window and clambered in after. They silently walk upstairs and Marik practically fell. There, in bed with Yugi, was the pharaoh.

"See! I told you!" Marik whispered proudly, walking over to the closet and opening it. About 7 to 8 minutes of looking, a gruff voice appeared behind them.

"What are you doing in Yugi's house?" Marik jumps about a mile and whips around, Bakura already on the ground, doubled over in pain.

"WH-What did you do to Bakura?" Marik asked, backing away slowly. The pharaoh didn't answer; he just kept coming closer to Marik.

"Come on, Bakura. Get up." No answer.

"Bakura!" The only sound Bakura made was groans. Marik then pulled out his rod, no, wait, his millennium rod.

"S-stay back. I-I'm warning you!" No answer. Then the pharaoh leapt at him. He flinched and covered his face, millennium rod protecting him, when there was suddenly a big flash. It was the rod. And then it was silent. Marik looked up and gasped. There, lying next to Bakura was the pharaoh, lying really still, not moving. Scared, Marik grabbed Bakura and fled out the door, not wanting to go back anymore.

-TIME SKIP 8:32- *MARIK'S HOUSE*

"Mm…..blah…." Marik said when he stretched. He shuddered at the memory of last night. He was now deathly afraid of the pharaoh. Bakura still wasn't moving. He hasn't been all night. Marik gets up and walks downstairs to make his breakfast. When starting the pancakes, he turned around to see Bakura wiping his eyes.

"You ok, Bakura?" Marik asked.

"Yea….where am I?" Bakura looked around.

"You're at my house. I didn't know where you lived, so yea." Marik said, flipping the pancakes.

"Oh." Bakura sat down, ruffling his white hair.

"You hungry?" Marik asked, bringing over the plate full over pancakes.

"Yea, I guess." Marik walks back out bringing 2 drinks but trips over Bakura's foot and goes tumbling to the floor, spilling the drinks all over his lavender shirt.

"Bakura! What'd you do that for?" Marik wailed, trying his best to wipe it off.

"I'm –hahahaaha- sorry it's just-hahahahaha- I had too! Bwahahahah!." Bakura was laughing way too hard, because he fell out of the chair. Marik mumbled something about getting him back, and then went to go change. A while later, a very clean looking Marik emerged from his room.

"Well, that took awhile." Bakura scoffed.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I had to." Bakura noticed that he just changed into another midriff-showing top.

"Marik, you need some boy fashion sense. You're not a girl!" Bakura said promptly, standing up. Marik shook his head.

"Well, hey. What did the pharaoh do to you last night?"

"Um, I think he punched me in the gut. I thought he was never violent. Guess I thought too soon." Marik and Bakura both nodded, going outside.

"Well, what do you want to do today?" Marik asked, twirling around like a little girl.

"I really actually don't know. Visit the school again? But the pharaoh probably told Yugi, so we can always visit my host."

"I thought Ryou didn't go to school."

"Well, he just recently started back up."

"Ok! Let's go visit Ryou!"