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100 Puppies and Dragons	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8453 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Seeing Red

Joey crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch as he watched the Kaiba brothers continue to fight, feeling slightly perturbed. Stupid Seto hadn't even played the game before, and he'd still managed to kick the blond's ass.

It hadn't taken much prodding to get Seto to play, really. Joey had accused him of being too afraid to lose and Seto had immediately risen to the challenge. All three of them had started with five lives. Seto had lost two of his lives as he figured out the controls while Joey and Mokuba had alternated attacking him and attacking each other. Once he'd figured out how to work everything, however, he'd wasted no time in dispatching Joey of the two lives he'd had left after Mokuba had finished with him.

Seto still had three lives, though, and was doing very well at keeping them, even though Mokuba had all five of his still and was a complete master of all of the attacks of all of the players. Still, like the game master Seto was, he was giving him a hell of a run for his money. It had been amusing at first, but being the fidgety person he was, Joey had soon lost interest in watching and was more than ready to play again. But, he knew the Kaiba brothers, and as fiercely competitive as they were, he knew he'd have to wait until someone won before he could play again.

…He'd be waiting for hours.

Sighing quietly, he stood. "I'm gonna go get a drink."

"'kay," Mokuba replied. Seto was too into the game to even try replying.

"…Yeah," Joey muttered, feeling ignored. He watched them fight a few moments longer, frowning, then turned and made his way out of the living room.

He wandered through the hall a few minutes, trying to kill some time because he knew that the two brothers would be going at it for a while—also because he couldn't quite remember which way the kitchen was or which door led to the bathroom. He was embarrassed to admit that he wandered past the living room more than once with absolutely no idea how the hell he'd gotten back there.

He blinked as he found himself in the entryway of the mansion, looking around slowly as he tried to figure out how he'd gotten there. Kaiba needed to put up a few 'you are here' signs…

Pausing by the mirror hanging in the entryway, Joey took a few minutes to examine the ornate glass surrounding it, taking in the subtle blue and green hues the glass was stained. It was pretty, he had to admit, and that was something amazing in itself. He didn't normally find things… pretty. It felt girly to him, and he was definitely not girly.

That time he fainted during the haunted house ride did not count!

He heard a crow of triumph mixing in with a snarl of frustration and realized that Mokuba had probably knocked his brother off of the platform. 'Two lives left, Kaiba. Better make them count, or you'll end up a loser like me.'

A loser. Like him.

Joey frowned as he turned his attention from the decorative frame of the mirror to the mirror itself, and then to the reflection he saw in it. He saw the bruise around his eye first, then the cut on his lip. He'd explained them away by saying he got into a fight on the way to school. He had, of course—gotten into a fight on the way to school, that is. He'd just gotten the injuries before the fight.

His dad had surprised him that morning. When he'd first been hit, he'd been too startled to do anything but immediately curl up in a ball, like he'd done as a child when his father had beaten him. That had only given the older man a better angle to kick him though, and he'd somehow managed to clip his face with his old, grubby boot.

If he wasn't such a loser, he'd have seen the attack coming. If not that, he would have been able to protect himself better instead of lying down like a dog and taking it.

Like a dog. A loser dog.

Joey jerked his gaze away, growing angry with himself and with the world around him for being so not loserish. Yes he knew it wasn't a word he wasn't that stupid and he didn't give a flying fuck if he was using words that didn't exist! It didn't matter because he was just a stupid fucking loser that would continue being a loser until the day he died!

Another crow of delight. Another snarl of dismay. One life left, and then Seto would lose to his little brother. Except it wouldn't be so bad, because he'd held out much longer than Joey had and, as he heard the triumphant 'hah!' and Mokuba's grunt of disapproval, he knew the elder brother was at least giving a run for his money. Unlike Joey, who had been beaten quite easily.

What a fucking loser. You can't even manage to last five minutes in a stupid fucking videogame.

And on top of that, he was sure that he was going to die in an alleyway somewhere. He'd been challenged to more fights and he figured Hirutani had something to do with it, but he couldn't just go into enemy territory and get him the fuck out of the way because the police in that area had been looking out for him as if they were expecting him to do something. He was certain that he'd be caught just as off-guard by a gang as he'd been by his father that morning at some point and they'd beat him until he was little more than a pulp that had at one point been human, then leave him there to die.

Die a dog's death in some back alley as his friends worried until someone came across his body.

They'd probably think, 'what a loser. What sort of fuck-up would come into this territory without being able to protect himself?'

You're going to die a loser dog's death, Wheeler. He glared at his reflection again. Because that's all you'll ever amount to. A big, fat loser.

Joey saw red.

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Seto jerked as he heard glass shatter and turned, ignorant of the sound signifying that his character had died and his little brother had won. "What the-?"

Mokuba didn't have a moment to savor the win as he turned as well, brows furrowing together as he tried to figure out what the noise had been. As they heard more shattering, however, he gasped. "Joey!"

"God, what's he done now?" Seto hissed, scowling, but hurriedly got to his feet and followed the sound of the tinkling glass.

When they found him, they were stunned by what they saw. Joey had broken the mirror with his fist, and when he'd seen that there were still large shards in the frame, he'd broken those as well, splattering the walls with blood as he turned his attack on the frame, breaking the stained glass and smearing the delicate blues and greens with bright red streaks.

Alarmed, Seto reached out to grab the blond's wrists, spinning him around to face him. When he saw the younger boy's face, however, he immediately tightened his grip on his wrists, honestly terrified that Joey would beat him to death if he had the chance, even in front of his little brother.

He had never seen such pure, unadulterated rage in a single human being before, and he wondered if Joey could even tell who he was. Joey roared and snarled and squirmed angrily, his bloody fists white with how tightly they were clenched. Seto struggled to hold him at bay, somehow just knowing that there would be a tragedy if he let go of his wrists.

He wasn't sure what that tragedy would be, though. Whether Joey would actually beat him to death with his bare fists, or if he'd just beat him to a blood pulp—scaring Mokuba so much that he'd never want to see his friend again, which Seto also didn't want because he knew that when it came to friends, Joey was a good one to have, if only because he would foil any attempt to kidnap or hurt his little brother because—

…Because of the hatred Joey would feel toward anyone attacking one of his friends, attacking a child. Because of the anger with which he would attack his opponents. Because of the power the blond had behind his fists, using it until either he or his opponent couldn't fight anymore.

He saw the rage that he'd been expecting Joey to use to protect his brother, but now it was being used against them, and he wondered what had caused the blond to fly off the handle. He glanced at the broken mirror frame. Himself? Joey had become angry because of his own reflection? Why?

Seto flinched as the blond ripped himself away and took a step back, yanking his little brother behind him protectively since he was too frozen in shock and fear to run.

Joey roared angrily, turned, and slammed his fist into a coat rack, snapping the wood in half before he stormed toward the door. As he grabbed the knob, his slick fingers slipped, and he let out a string of profanity that Seto had to admit would make any weaker man blush, even sailors, and he flinched when he realized that his little brother was hearing it as well. Finally, though, Joey managed to get the door open and stomped outside, slamming the door behind him.

Shell-shocked, the brothers could only stare, watching as a single drop of blood slid down from the doorknob and rolled over the dark wood. Finally, though, Seto turned and stared at the remnants of what had once been a very pretty, very expensive mirror. Had it been the cost of the mirror that pissed the blond off? No, there was no way he could have known how expensive it was.

He thought back to his original assumption. The younger teen had been angry at his own reflection. But… why?

"…S-Seto?" Mokuba looked up at his older brother, eyes wide and shaking. "What… what just happened?"

Seto took a deep breath and let it out through his nose in a long, quiet sigh. "…I don't know," he admitted, frowning. "…Maybe he was just stressed. Or something set him off, because you know anything could make him fly off the handle…" He sighed again. "…Go… do your homework, Mokuba."

The younger boy frowned and looked at the door, gray eyes trained onto the single trail of crimson on the wood. "…Okay," he replied after a moment, still confused and frightened, but certain that his brother knew what he was doing.

The brunet watched him hesitantly walk upstairs, then turned to look at the shattered glass. "…What was it that set you off, Joey?" he muttered, frowning, and bent down to pick up a shard of glass. "…What went wrong?"

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Seto turned in surprise as he heard a knock at the door, glancing between the business reports in one of his hands and the empty coffee cup in the other. He thought back to who was on the list to be allowed onto the property and tried to figure out just who the hell would be coming this late at night. When the knock came again, he sighed and tucked his papers under his arm, resigned to answering it himself because Roland was probably exhausted from protecting him on his recent trip to Tokyo and the maids were let off at seven.

Opening the door, he raised an eyebrow. "Wheeler?"

"Uh. Hi," the blond muttered, hunching his shoulders a little. He peeked up at him from beneath his bangs awkwardly. "Can I come in?"

"…What if I said no?" Seto asked, honestly curious.

"I'd hafta punch ya in the nose."

"…You may come in."

Stepping into the entryway, Joey's eyes darted over to where the mirror he'd broken used to hang. When he saw a decorative wreath in its place, his gaze immediately moved back to his shoes. "I, uh, would like t' apologize for last week. …Er… two weeks. …Yeah." He shrugged again. "So. Uh, I dunno how much your mirror was, but…" He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and held it out to him. "Here."

Seto blinked at him but held his hand out obediently. When the blond dumped a few frumpy bills in his hand, he blinked again, deduced that there was only about twenty-five dollars there, and immediately closed his fingers around the paper. "Thank you, mutt."

The mirror had actually cost fifteen thousand dollars (it was an antique), but he wasn't going to tell Joey that. The mutt would be incredibly annoying trying to pay him back for it when he really had no interest in the blond replacing it.

"Uh… Could ya tell Mokuba that 'm sorry? I didn't mean t' scare him," Joey added awkwardly. "…I lost my temper. I know how… bad I get when I… lose it like that." He looked up at the brunet and sighed. "I didn't mean t'—You're wearin' glasses." He blinked in surprise.

The older boy sighed through his nose and turned to walk to the kitchen. "How astute of you, mutt."

The blond was still surprised. "You're sexy with glasses."

"Also astute of you, mu—what?" Seto looked back at him in confusion, expression clearly conveying that he had no idea what had just happened. "…Excuse me?"

"You bastard, even when you're nerdy, you're sexy!" Joey exclaimed, glaring at him in affront.

The brunet blinked again. "…I… Thank you?"

The younger boy scowled. "Asshole, just bein' sexy all the time. It's bad enough yer sexy when you're wearin' that fuckin' tent ya call a coat, but now yer sexy when you're wearin' glasses. That's not fair!"

"…You think I'm sexy?" Seto stared at him a little longer before his lips curved into a smirk. "Do you often notice how good I look, mutt?"

"How 'm I supposed t' help it when yer sex on legs!" the blond exclaimed helplessly.

The brunet literally felt his brain shut down. "…Sex on legs?"

"Yeah." Joey frowned thoughtfully, then nodded to himself. "Yeah, that's what the girls at school called ya."

The wind was abruptly pulled from his sails. "The girls at school call me that?"

"'course." The blond shrugged. "They got a point, though. Yer sexy as hell, especially with yer glasses on." He glared at the older boy again. "Ya know how difficult ya make it for plain guys like me t' get a date?"

Seto raised an eyebrow and looked the blond up and down. His black eye had healed but had been replaced by one on the other side—darker this time, and a cut at the corner of his eye. His lip had been bruised as well, but the cut from two weeks ago had healed. …His swollen lip was giving him a pout.

He'd always had a thing for pouts.

Joey flinched a little as the brunet grabbed his hair, startled when he was yanked toward him. He mewled in confusion when he realized that his mouth was smashed against the older boy's, his bruised lower lip throbbing as Seto pulled it between his teeth. "Ngh-!"

Seto thrust his tongue into the blond's mouth and smirked a little when he gasped. Breaking the kiss, he licked his lips and smirked further when he saw the bright red blush across his cheeks. "Plain guys like you? Wheeler, you are far from plain. You're just choosing the wrong girls."

"…Uh. What."

The brunet kissed him again softly, then leaned back. "Joey, why did you break that mirror?"

Joey looked away from him and frowned. "…No reason."

"You're a terrible liar, Wheeler," Seto stated firmly. "You have no reason to lie. You're not worth going out of my way to rake mud."

"…I was tired," the blond murmured, frowning. He looked down at his feet. "I was tired of losin'. I'm tired of bein' a loser. 'nd I've been in a bad mood 'cause people keep tryin' t' beat the crap outta me. 'm so tired."

The older boy stared at him for a moment before replying, "Exhaustion is something I'm familiar with. I've never punched a mirror before." He caught the blond's hand and inspected his knuckles, which still showed tiny scabs from the shattered glass. He leaned down and brushed his lips over his knuckles without a second thought, then stood up straight again and smiled. "Take a nap on the couch, Joey."

Joey blushed a little and opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

Seto snorted. "You're exhausted, Joey. I've found the first act of defense of exhaustion is a good, long nap in a safe place. I'll make sure you're safe."

The blond tilted his head thoughtfully. "…Who's gonna keep me safe from you?"

"I'm far too busy to do anything to you tonight. I'm going to get another cup of coffee and continue working," the older boy replied, patting him on the head. "I'll go get you some blankets."

Joey hummed. "Well. As long as you're too busy to do anything tonight." He winked at the brunet playfully. "Maybe tomorrow night."

"Don't test me, Wheeler, that's never a safe bet."

The blond raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Do I look like the kind of guy that makes safe bets?"

Seto tilted his head slightly, eyeing him up and down, before rolling his eyes. "I have work to do, Wheeler. Please let me do it without wanting to maul you."

Joey stuck his tongue out at him but went to go sit down on the couch.

He was asleep by the time Seto came back with a blanket.
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