Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The HUGE Sleepover ❯ Mafia! ( Chapter 9 )

DIS: Ha, ha, ha...(sweats nervously) I'm back! Come on, you gotta give me a break! I normally update regularly...Normally...Anyway! I'm gonna get right to the chapter. Enjoy!

 

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Chapter Nine, Mafia!

 

“Okay...” Mokuba said awkwardly as they all were gathered in the mansion. He sweat dropped at the many sulky, disgruntled, and pissed-off looks. “So! Let's, uh, try another game, shall we?” His face lit up.

 

“We should play `Mafia,'” Jou said, his lips curling upward. “We've got enough people.” Mokuba raised an eyebrow. He had played Mafia before and had always ended up being the one killed, so he never really played that much...

 

“Okay...” He rubbed the back of his head. “So, let's see...We've got...One...Four...Nine...Eleven...Um, sixteen people. Gee, that's gonna be...”

 

“Let's have two mafia, den,” Jou decided. “Two mafia, three detectives, one doctor, and da rest are townspeople.”

 

“(X.X) WHAT? That's gonna be hard!!”

 

“(o.o) So?”

 

“We'll have three mafia,” Mokuba decided, frowning.

 

“THREE? NO!”

 

“WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME?”

 

“(OO) N-nothing...I said `great, Mokuba!' Yeah, yeah, dat's what I said...”

 

“Good.” Mokuba left briefly to get cards and ordered them to sit in a circle. “Okay, so aces are mafia, got it?” Everyone nodded. “Jack is detective, king is doctor, and everything else is townspeople. So, I'll hand them out. You have to be really quiet when you wake up or they'll hear you. And you can't show anyone what you got or anything, alright.” There was another group of nods. “I guess I'll be the narrator. I call votes on who thinks who's the mafia. You can only vote twice, though. And then if the vote is the majority and they're right, you're out. Okay? Are the rules clear?”

 

“(-.-) Mokuba, I'm not playing,” Kaiba said bluntly.

 

“YOU ARE TOO! SETO, I WAS ALMOST ATTACKED BY A BEAR! IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT YOU DO WHAT I SAY!”

 

“...”

 

“Grr...”

 

“...Fair.”

 

“Yes, fair,” his little brother replied, huffing.

 

“Fair,” Kaiba repeated in a deadly tone. Mokuba blinked, suddenly afraid that he was going to blow up. “I'M STUCK HOSTING A GODDAMN SLEEPOVER BECAUSE YOU BLACKMAILED ME! BUT NO! THAT'S NOT THE WORST OF IT! I END UP BLACKMAILED - AGAIN - BECAUSE OF THE SLEEPOVER! AND YOU'RE HERE TELLING ME - ME - ABOUT FAIR??????”

 

“(OO) Whoa, Kaiba,” Otogi said, “calm down. You're screaming at your brother.”

 

“Yes, really, Kaiba,” Yami put in with a disapproving frown. “There's young ears here.”

 

“I DON'T GIVE A - ”

 

“You know what?” Isis exploded suddenly, getting to her feet. “I'm sick of this! I'm sick of all of this! First Marik won't admit his feelings for Anzu and now I'm stuck right beside Kaiba - right beside him, I say - while I'm getting turned on in eight different ways every time I look at him! Well, I'm not going to have it!” She grabbed Kaiba and Frenched him, shocking the entire group. In fact, Malik fainted. Marik was just sitting there...very pale. “Mokuba, I'm sorry,” she said afterward, holding a winded and flushed CEO, “but I'm going to have to steal your brother and take him upstairs.” And then she dragged him upstairs. All was very, very silent

 

(Utter and Complete Silence)

 

“So, um...” Yami spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. “How's it going?”

 

“WHAT WAS THAT, PHARAOH?” Marik flew at him so fast that nobody even saw him. He jerked Yami up by his collar, glaring furiously at him. “WHAT? YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING?”

 

“I...Uh...I...”

 

“YOU, YOU, WHAT?”

 

“Uh...”

 

“DUUHHH, WHAT?”

 

“(X.X)...”

 

“(O.O) Marik, honestly! Calm down!” Anzu cried, staring at him in surprise. She'd never seen him go so out of control.

 

“Nah,” Bakura spoke up beside her, laying on his stomach. “Why bother? Let's let him continue. This is getting interesting.” Marik twitched and turned to glare at Bakura. He dropped Yami and zoomed towards him, sneering right in his face.

 

“Interesting? Oh, is it interesting, Tomb Robber? How would you feel if Ryou was sticking his tongue down Kaiba's throat. HUH?”

 

“(oO) What the hell...? I'd beat him to a bloody pulp, kill Kaiba, and then send Ryou to military school to be a man.” Marik blinked and leaned back, before snorting and then smirking.

 

“Right. Of course. Then I suppose I have nothing to worry about.”

 

(X.X).................

 

“You, um, do know you can't send Isis to military school...right?” Anzu asked hesitantly.

 

“Oh, I wasn't talking about that,” Marik responded brightly, his expression completely changed from what it had been from earlier. “I was referring to the killing Kaiba part. I'm sure that once Malik wakes up, he won't mind, nor will he disagree with such an action.”

 

“Uh...” Anzu looked to Mokuba, who sweated nervously.

 

“Can we get to da game?” Jou whined, totally unfazed by Marik's temper tantrum. “I'm bored.”

 

“Oh...Sure.” Mokuba passed out cards. “Check your cards, and, uh, make sure that no one else sees. Oh and when I tell you to sleep, close your eyes and cover them, too. If you peek, well, you die.”

 

(OO)

 

“And when I ask the questions while everyone's asleep, then I want you to point, don't say. And...let's see...when I say, `wake up townspeople,' that means everyone. And be really quiet!”

 

“Dey get da point!” Jou grumbled. “Can we just goooo alreadyyy??”

 

“(-.-) Impatient, impatient,” Mokuba grumbled. “Has everyone checked their cards?” They nodded. “Okay, everyone sleep.”

 

Card Status:

 

Mokuba: Narrator

 

Miho: Townsperson

 

Mai: Detective

 

Shizuka: Townsperson

 

Anzu: Mafia

 

Bakura: Doctor

 

Ryou: Townsperson

 

Marik: Detective

 

Malik: (Fainted, obviously)

 

Yami: Detective

 

Yuugi: Mafia

 

Otogi: Townsperson

 

Jou: Mafia

 

Honda: Townsperson

 

“Mafia, wake up,” Mokuba ordered. Anzu, Yuugi, and Jou very quietly opened their eyes and raised their head. They looked at each other in surprise, but didn't speak. “Who do you want to kill?” Anzu pointed to Bakura, Jou pointed to Honda, and Yuugi pointed to Miho. Strange that the little boy would point to her. “Okay. Go to sleep.” They closed their eyes and covered them again. “Doctor, wake up.” Bakura cautiously opened his eyes and blinked. Mokuba sweat dropped. “Who do you want to save?” He pointed to himself. “(-.-) Okay...Doctor, go to sleep.” He closed his eyes. “Detectives, wake up.” Mai, Yami, and Marik “woke up.” “Who do you want to know about?” Mai pointed to Honda, Marik pointed to Bakura, and Yami pointed to...himself. “(--) You can't pick yourself.” Yami blinked and pointed to Bakura, too. “Okay, detectives go to sleep. Townspeople, wake up.” Everyone “woke up” and sent each other suspicious looks.

 

“Who died?” Jou asked, blinking, as if he didn't know. Maybe he really didn't.

 

“Ahem...” Mokuba cleared his throat. “Miho and Honda were walking along and because they didn't look both ways before crossing the street, they got hit by a bus.”

 

(oO)

 

“That's terrible!” Shizuka gasped. “I'll come to your funeral, Miho.”

 

“Oh, well,” Miho said shrugging. “Honda and I need to do things, anyway.” They exited the circle and went and cuddled and whispered...things...to each other.

 

“Okay, so discuss who you think is a mafia,” Mokuba said.

 

“I think Bakura is,” Yami immediately said. “He's got the potential.”

 

“So do I,” Marik scoffed.

 

“Well, you're too gay to do it.”

 

“(OO) WHAT? What the hell are you trying to say, Pharaoh?”

 

“You heard me, tight-pants!” Yami sneered.

 

“Oh? Oh, I have the tight pants?” Marik demanded. “Just look at you! You wear more leather than a goddamn stripper!” Yami gasped.

 

“Take that back!”

 

“Bite me!”

 

“Maybe I will!”

 

“(o.o) They're getting off topic,” Mokuba muttered to himself.

 

“Well, I,” Bakura announced, “think that Yami's a mafia.”

 

“I'm a detective!” Yami told him, pouting.

 

“Ha! Right!” Pause. “Wait. That could actually be true. You must've been the idiot that wanted to know about himself.”

 

“Well, I want to know about you, so tell me about yourself.”

 

“Alright,” Bakura agreed, sitting up and planting his hands on his knees. “I grew up in a town called - ”

 

“Not that,” Yami said, rolling his eyes. “I already know all of that! What card did you get?”

 

“I dunno.”

 

“What color was it?”

 

“I dunno.”

 

“What size was it?”

 

“I dunno.”

 

“Was there a girl or a guy on it?”

 

“I - What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

 

“Ah ha!” Yami pointed at him. “So you admit it!”

 

“Admit what?”

 

“That you're a mafia! I knew it all along! Mokuba, arrest him!”

 

(sweat drop)

 

“I don't get it,” Jou said, scratching his head.

 

“Great,” Bakura sarcastically muttered, “I'm in the same category as Katsuya.”

 

“YOU WANNA START SOMETHING?” Jou demanded, glaring at him.

 

“Why? You think you can handle me?” The Egyptian taunted.

 

“Dear Ra,” Marik grumbled. “Bakura's making enemies left and right.”

 

“And this is just a game,” Yami added, blinking as Jou and Bakura decked it out, spurting `your momma' jokes at each other.

 

“So...Anzu, are you a townsperson?” Shizuka asked Anzu conversationally. “I am.”

 

“(X.X) Shizuka, you're not supposed to tell me!”

 

“(o.o) I know, but we're good enough friends that I think we should.”

 

“Uh...”

 

“Don't talk to the enemy!” Yuugi told Anzu suddenly, grabbing her and pulling her from Shizuka. “She's trying to get inside information! I know your techniques, Shizuka, and I won't let you use them on Anzu!” Shizuka gave him the blankest look that could possibly be invented.

 

“Huh?” She finally said.

 

“(-.-) Well, since they know what you are, Shizuka, you're out, too,” Mokuba told her sheepishly. “Sorry. Shouldn't of told 'em.”

 

“...Well, if I'd known that before...” She trailed off, scooting out of the circle. “Go, big brother! You can do it!”

 

“Yeeeaahhh!” Jou cried, pumping his fists in the air, accidentally punching Bakura in the jaw. “I CAN do it!”

 

“RA DAMN YOU, KATSUYA!” Bakura exploded, punching him.

 

“OW! WHAT DA HELL, BAKURA! DAT'S IT! HE'S DA MAFIA!”

 

“Fool,” Bakura snorted. “I'm the doctor.”

 

“Oh, yeah? What card did da doctor get?”

 

“King of spades.”

 

“HA! You're wrong! He got da king of spades!” Jou crossed his arms, looking undoubtedly proud of himself. Bakura's eyebrow twitched.

 

“THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID!”

 

“You said `king of spades,' not `DA king of spades.'”

 

“IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE, YOU BLOCKHEAD!”

 

“WATCH DA LANGUAGE AROUND MY LITTLE SISTER!”

 

“Oh, shut up,” Bakura grumbled. “Ra knows what you two do together when you're alone.” Jou opened his mouth, then blinked.

 

“We play Candy Land...” He said in confusion. Bakura rolled his eyes.

 

“Sure,” Bakura sarcastically replied. “And I'm a virgin.”

 

“...Wait...Are you saying you're not a virgin?” Jou sputtered in surprise.

 

“What do you think? Who in this room is a virgin?” There was a long silence where a few hesitant hands were raised. Those being Anzu, Yuugi, and Ryou's. Shizuka probably would, but she looked confused. “Well, okay, they were obvious,” Bakura said, rolling his eyes.

 

“HEY!” Anzu jerked to her feet. “What're you talking about? I've got a great body!”

 

“(--) Yeah. Right.”

 

“I do!” She struck a pose, saying, “No guy can resist my charm!”

 

“You've got that right,” Marik chirped. Yami whirled to look at him, clearly startled. Bakura glared at him while Mai and Shizuka squealed with delight.

 

“This is so exciting!!” The two females giggled.

 

“Um...Yeah...” Anzu sweat dropped.

 

“Okay,” Mokuba spoke up. “Let's do a vote.” There was an agreed grumble. “Well, who thinks Bakura is a mafia?” Hands shot up. “Well, you're wrong.” Faces fell. “Who thinks Anzu is a mafia?” No hands went up. “Who thinks Yami is a mafia?” Marik, Malik, and Jou raised their hands. “Who thinks Yuugi is a mafia?” No hands. “Jou?” No hands. “Otogi?” No hands. “Okay, does anyone else think somebody else is a mafia?”

 

“I dink Ryou is,” Jou accused, glaring at Ryou, who sweat dropped. “He's been too quiet...Too innocently quiet...He's up to something. You can see it in his eyes.” Everyone stared into Ryou's deep brown eyes while he just stared back. “Yeah...” Jou continued, glaring. “He's definitely up to something.”

 

“Pay you five hundred bucks if you confess,” Otogi offered, grinning at Ryou.

 

“(o.o) I'm not a mafia,” Ryou told them quite honestly. “I'm just a townsperson.”

 

“LIAR!” Jou roared, leaping to his feet. “YOU SEE? You see how quick he was to lie? Oooh, you are SO going down, Ryou!”

 

“Well, at least we know who isn't a mafia,” Otogi said, frowning. “Jou's too stupid.”

 

“It's the cards that decide,” Yami answered carefully. “The cards - ”

 

“Yami,” Otogi interrupted, placing his hands on the shorter man's shoulders, “buddy. Listen. I like you and all - I really do - but let's face it...The whole `heart of cards' thing has gotten to the point where it's so old it was last century - and when I say that, I mean early last century.”

 

“...Would it be okay if I just said it around the house?” Yami asked, blinking.

 

“I'm trying to save you from yourself.”

 

“Oh.” Pause. “Thank you.”

 

“Anytime.”

 

Bakura yawned and said, “Bo-ring!” Anzu frowned at him. “What do you want, wench?”

 

“You're just jealous,” she stated.

 

“Of what? You're tiny skirts and the way you follow the Pharaoh and his midget boyfriend around like a lapdog? Ha! In your dreams, bubble head.”

 

“(--) I am so sick of your comments.”

 

“Yeah? I - ”

 

“Hi,” Marik inserted himself right in the conversation and between them. He looked at either of them and frowned. “I said hi. Generally you say hi back.”

 

“Get lost,” Bakura snapped. “I'm insulting someone here.”

 

“Bakura, stop being an asshole!” Anzu defended Marik.

 

“Why don't you go get one?” He retorted.

 

“(oO) What is that supposed to mean?”

 

“...I don't actually know, but still! Burn!”

 

“(X.X) Whatever. I don't have time for you!”

 

“Well, I have time for you!”

 

(Pause)

 

“Neither of you have said hi back to me yet,” Marik informed them, glowering.

 

“It's not my fault!” Anzu complained. “Bakura's being an ass like usual!”

 

“ `Like usual,'” Bakura scoffed. “Well, if I'm being such an ass, go and frolic off with Marik and fornicate somewhere in another room.” Marik didn't have a clue what fornicate meant. Anzu, on the other hand...

 

“You pervert!” She burst out, flushing red. “I'd never do that with Marik! Ew!”

 

“Okay, I don't know what fornicate means, but `ew'?” Marik frowned at her. “What the hell, Mazaki?”

 

“I'd rather sleep with Kaiba or Yami!”

 

“KAIBA?” Marik exploded. The man had become a sensitive subject for Marik, obviously. “OF ALL THE - ”

 

“Hey.” Bakura snapped his fingers in Marik's face and the Egyptian turned to him, frowning, pausing in his tirade. Bakura made a motion with two fingers, pointing to Marik's eyes, then his own. “Focus here, got it?”

 

“Homo,” Marik grunted, moving away from them to see what Mai, Jou, and Otogi were yelling about.

 

“Did he just call me gay?” Bakura demanded, turning to Anzu.

 

“Yep,” she answered.

 

“He called me, gay?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“...That whore! I'm going to kill him!” Bakura stormed over to where Marik had gone. Yuugi gravitated over to Anzu, smiling up at her.

 

“So, Anzu,” he chirped, “anyone know we're mafia yet?”

 

“No, but Bakura's the doctor and I'm starting to wonder if Jou knows that he's a mafia anymore.”

 

“(o.o) Yeah, I was thinking about that, too...I think he forgot we were, too.”

 

“(x.x) Oh. Great.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

(Pause)

 

“What are they yelling about?”

 

“Well, Mai said she was a detective and demanded to know what everyone got and Jou then accused her of being a mafia for trying to find out and wanting to kill someone. And then Otogi put in that he was a detective, too, and Mai yelled at him for lying, so now they're fighting with each other. Oh and Marik and Bakura are shouting something in Egyptian, but I dunno, just that they're angry and Yami turned red at something they said.”

 

“(o.o) That can't be a good thing. Yami doesn't turn red often.”

 

“Unless he's really angry,” Yuugi added. Anzu nodded.

 

“THAT'S IT!” Marik roared in English. “BAKURA, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! YOU LOOK MORE LIKE A BITCH THAN A DOG DOES!”

 

(OoO GASP!)

 

“...BURN!” Jou squealed into the silence that had come. Bakura's whole face twitched as he glared at Marik, who was looking pretty smug. “Oh, man, dat was a good burn.”

 

“(o.o) Jou...just...shut up.” Mai advised, staring at the two Egyptians with Yami a few feet behind them, staring with large eyes.

 

“Humph!” Bakura whipped around suddenly and stormed over to Anzu and Yuugi. He grabbed Anzu and slammed his mouth on hers. Yami's jaw dropped and Marik's face turned red with either anger or some other unknown emotion.

 

“Wow,” Anzu muttered afterward, holding her head.

 

“I dink Anzu's da mafia,” Jou said out of nowhere. Mokuba perked up, seeing that they were returning to the game, if only for a moment. “(o.o) And Yuugi, now dat I dink of it. Look at dem! Dey were conspiring over dere earlier...”

 

“JOU!” Anzu snapped, knocking back into the game. “WHAT THE HELL!”

 

“(o.o) What?”

 

“Well, fine, I think Jou's the mafia!”

 

“I'm not da mafia!”

 

“The hell if you're not! You had Honda get killed!”

 

“Den who did you gave get killed?”

 

“Bakura, but he saved himself, the selfish - ” Everyone's eyes bulged at the word that came out of her mouth.

 

“Oh, my,” Ryou murmured, his face a bit green.

 

“Am I allowed to call Seto that?” Mokuba asked Yami eagerly.

 

“No...Now go clean your mouth out with soap.” Mokuba face-faulted.

 

“But I haven't - ”

 

“I don't care.”

 

“You're not my father! You can't tell me what to do!”

 

“I'm old enough to be Jesus!” Yami crowed. “Even older than Jesus!”

 

“Stop bragging, Pharaoh,” Bakura sneered.

 

“You just shut the hell up, you child molester. Going and kissing Anzu like that...What the hell's your problem, Bakura?”

 

“I can kiss who I want,” he sniffed, a nervous look on his face.

 

“I'd expect you'd want to kiss a guy over a girl.”

 

“WHAT?”

 

“ANYWAY,” Mokuba shouted over them. “Jou and Anzu told us who the mafia was.”

 

“THEM?” Otogi and Mai screeched with disbelief.

 

“Yup.”

 

“But Jou's so stupid.”

 

“My big brother - ” Shizuka began, but Malik, who had woken up from Otogi and Mai's screech, knocked her out. “(X.X)”

 

“(-.-) Okay...” Malik flicked some hair out of his face, making the two remaining girls in the room swoon. “Where's Kaiba so I can gut him for letting my sister's tongue down his throat?”

 

“Yeaaaahh!” Marik bounded over to him, grasping his shoulder. “I knew you'd wanna do the same thing.” The two blondes high-fived while the others sweat dropped.

 

“Um...” Mokuba rubbed his head and glanced at the clock. “I guess...since Seto and Isis went to, um, bed, we should head to bed, too.”

 

“'Bout time,” Miho muttered, dragging herself and Honda over to them. “We're exhausted.”

 

“Uh-huh...Wonder why,” Mai mumbled to Otogi, rolling her eyes. He nodded.

 

TBC!

 

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DIS: (hides under a table as objects come flying towards her) Forgive me! Forgive me! This fic'll be done in one or two chapters, I promise! (lamp hits her) OW! Please review on your way out! Ciao!