The first thing Kaiba was aware of was the foul taste in his mouth. The close second was the throb behind his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up with a headache, but it was the first time it could be blamed on drinking instead of overwork. He pressed his hands across his face and groaned at his own stupidity. At least he hadn't been black-out drunk or waking up in the empty house would have been confusing.

At least he hoped it was empty. The smell of food and the sound of conversation indicated that it wasn't. He took a moment to make himself presentable and find out just who he had imposed on. He stopped just outside the kitchen listening to the tail-end of the conversation. That was Atem, who was he talking to? Was that bastard spreading gossip over the phone. If there was a network communication about this, he'd kill him.

"Who are you talking to?" he demanded when he entered the room. His glare turned to confusion when he didn't see Atem's phone anywhere near him.