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By Sakata Ri Houjun
*chapter 1

Rating: R
Pairing: Seto/Jou
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Ha. Ha.
Ha. No.

AN: This had been an
idea I�ve been toying with idly until a fellow YGO nutcase, Mercedes no Inuarai,
confessed she had a fic idea that was strikingly similar. Together we collaborated our ideas and left
all the sticky details to my fingers.

Warning: Crossover
with Petshop of Horrors [at least plot-wise] and don�t worry, there�s no
bestiality in this fic, despite what you might be led to believe.

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Unpredictable.

That one word described the world in general perfectly. In every aspect and color, everything had
the capacity to change abruptly without warning. This was especially true in respect to people and weather.

A long sleek car moved through wet streets, dark windows
reflecting the dismal gray skies overhead as the passenger inside gazed out
into the thriving city. Just as the
tinted glass refused to reveal his face to any random person who might be
curious enough to look, his own countenance failed to give away the thoughts
that swarmed his mind. Normally he
wouldn�t allow himself to be privy to idle feelings deemed unimportant by his
sharp and aggressive business fortitude, but it was funny how the rain seemed
to affect the thought process. Such
miniscule things always seemed to take hold of the senses, bringing about
sentimentality.

If the young businessman was greedy enough to wrest control
from the masses and lord over all life like some mad dictator, he realized that
the first change he would inflict would be to banish capriciousness from the
earth entirely. Surely if one had power
to do so, it would be as simple as altering a few lines of code in a computer.

Strange how when he chose to think about change, it always
led to the sterile perfection of technology his life more or less revolved
around. If something was not operating
as necessary, then it was an effortless matter to locate the faulty code and
correct the problem. Just a few strokes
on the keyboard and the unpredictable mannerism was eliminated.

Pity that life itself was not so simple.

It had been a day like any other, raining then too. One morning out of so many others that he
had stirred from sleep with a sudden realization that rocked his world from its
stable axis. At first the young
executive tried to deny the unfailable truth, but it was only strengthened the
moment he found the source of his mental unrest.

A burst of bright color in the drab gray of the overcast
day.

He could feel the eyes upon him, silently asking if he were
all right, showing concern. But his
paranoid mind supplied supplemented to his assumptions, convincing him somehow
that they could tell what changed within him.
This was a travesty waiting to happen.
Not just for him, but also for his company and the younger sibling he
had built it up for. He could not
afford to take this chance, to allow this unpredictable element to invade his
existence and disturb the stability he worked so hard to attain.

Within the week, he was gone. And the rain hadn�t once let up during that time. It was as though the forces that controlled
the meteorological patterns represented his mood, reminding him of the light
and color that could be a part of his life if he didn�t deny it so. But somehow he had convinced himself that he
didn�t need nuisance just as he remained steadfast in the conviction that he
hadn�t been running away.

In retrospect, the young man knew what he had done had been
selfish if nothing else, plucking his little brother from familiar surroundings
and into a strange land. Only their
family name and the clout it carried ensured that this land of opportunity
would grant them ample freedoms that might be denied others. And though the adjustment had gone well
enough, his brother was human as any other and just as unpredictable.

So when the request was made, it had been natural for him to
reject at first. But then came the
begging and pouting, gentle reminders that his brother was still only a
child. And though his own childhood had
been relinquished in favor of a stable life later on, he found he could not
deny his brother the chance to live freely.
Surely this choice was the lesser of two evils.

The shinning glee had been more than ample reward.

So after careful consideration and word-of-mouth research
with fellow associates, the young businessman found himself moving through the
labyrinth of busy narrow streets that were slick with rain. Even though he refused to admit that he was
intimidated, he was still left feeling dwarfed somehow while trapped in the
spacious confines of his limo under the baleful shadow of the towering
buildings. But it was in the very heart
of this concrete jungle that his destination was to be found, the trip leaving
space enough for thoughts to wander idly in patterns as meaningless as the
errant streams of water sliding in random rivulets along the glass.

Eventually the scenery outside his windows transformed into
a lavish display of color only tempered slightly by the rain. This gave testament to the diverse melting
pot that this major metropolitan city had become, the exotic locale of these
few overcrowded streets alluring.
However, the young CEO brushed aside errant thoughts of fancy as his
driver unerringly pulled to the curb � their destination had been reached.

Cerulean eyes appraised the gilded shop that was nearly
hidden from public view harshly. When
he had discussed with others about the credibility of this highly recommended
shop, he certainly expected more than just a tiny doorway shadowed between two
other businesses. Certainly it wasn�t
the type of place that would be able to house live animals suitable for
domestic purposes. It was nearly
enough to give cause for the brunette to order his driver to leave.

But he envisioned the dual expressions his brother might
wear upon his arrival back from this errand, weighing the stark look of
disappointment to the one of sheer joy.

With a sigh of resignation, he pushed his door open,
retrieving the umbrella that had lain beside him in the leather-bound
seat. �Wait for me out here,� was his
command to the dutiful limo driver as the umbrella was unfurled with a click
and whisper of synthetic materials.

Now that the door was open, the pouring rain was magnified
without the near soundproof quality of his wheeled sanctuary, fat droplets
pattering noisily against the waterproof shape of his umbrella. Carefully he extracted his lanky form from
the leather interior, the expensive business suit sliding into perfect form as
he straightened, looking every inch the success he knew he was.

With the pride and countenance that only true confidence can create, he strode
purposefully to the entrance, the door sliding open, nearly soundless save for
the merry jingling of bells that announced his arrival. He paused beneath the awning to close his
umbrella, water sluicing off to form a puddle near his tailor-made loafers.

Directly below him was a set of stairs that led down into
darkness only made slightly less gloomy by a few dimly lit sconces mounted to
the walls. For a moment his mind was
wrought with far-fetched thoughts of shady dealers or underground crime rings,
both of which he had strove to avoid.
But just as quickly those thoughts were dismissed, knowing he would
never be so naive or imprudent to wander into such a ploy.

His gait was sure as he navigated the dark steps, the muted
sound of his heels against the velvety carpet nearly deafening. It wasn�t long before he found himself at
the foot of the stairs, and faced with a traditional paper-lined door. Ever
cautious, he slid it open, only to be assailed instantaneously by sensations
that left him momentarily bewildered.

The chittering of numerous animals filled his ears. From shrill cries of birds to baritone cries
of more furred creatures, even the sibilant hissings of reptiles, blended together
in a discordant harmony of sorts, full of life. There also was a noticeable warmth in comparison to the rainy
weather that shrouded the outside world to this makeshift Eden, just a touch
humid as well.

At once the CEO thought of the sheer stench that should fill
this small space, only to realize that there was a musky aroma that near
bordered on sweet, like incense. His
blue eyes scanned the room warily, spying nearly every creature imaginable
mingling together in the elusive light provided by more of those antique
lighting fixtures. The whole room spoke
of lavish decadence with embroidery and d�cor that spoke obvious Asian
influence yet was not limited to China alone.

And in the midst of it all was an elegant figure, lounging
against a divan with a fragile cup held in dainty fingers.

The CEO was riveted in place at the apparent owner�s
appearance, exactly as others had described to him. ad bad been privy to some of the most unusual people in his
lifetime, but none that had sported quite this beguiling demeanor that left the
tall youth questioning if perhaps his associates were mistaken in referring to
the proprietor a man.

Unfalteringly, he met the two-toned eyes that peered out
from the perfectly shaped hair, meeting the welcoming and bemused smile with a
blank face that was business and nothing more.
The teacup held was set down with a clink that sounded so artificial
compared to the constant symphony of living creatures surrounding the
androgynous beauty before the owner finally addressed his customer, voice as
smooth as a distant dream.

�I�ve been expecting you, Kaiba Seto. Welcome to my pet shop.�
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