This fic is a present for a friend of mine. Rating is for minor language, may go up in future chapters.
Seto Kaiba paced his office angrily. How was it possible that he kept loosing to Yugi!? That little wimp was pathetic; he never should've been able to defeat him, the World Champion! Who cares if Yugi won the title, it still belonged to him.
He glanced out the window and growled. Those little punks were still waiting outside his office, wanting to talk. Hmph, like he'd talk with those morons.
When they finally left, about two hours later, the sun had set and a deep black loomed over the city. Seto grabbed his coat and locked the office up. Perhaps a nice walk would ease the growing headache. Honestly, just hearing Yugi's name could completely ruin his day. And seeing as he heard the asshole's name everyday, his life was looking pretty down.
As soon as he left the building, he blinked. "What the hell?" He blurted. Joey Wheeler was propped up against a tree, sleeping peacefully.
Seto's eyes softened as the wind blew through Joey's hair, ruffling it even more. He brushed a strand from the blonde's face. He was actually kind of cute with his mouth shut. Kaiba sighed. Dealing with this pack of morons had obviously dissolved his brain more than he thought for him to have actually thought that. Still, he couldn't deny the accuracy of his thoughts…just so long as he kept his mouth shut.
He made a move to leave and Joey whimpered, stopping him dead in his tracks. He frowned, looking over the peaceful figure before unhooking the clasp on his jacket. He draped the cloth over the sleeping boy, tucking it over his shoulder.
"I expect this to be returned, Wheeler." He grumbled. He stared at the boy a moment longer before turning on his heel and continuing home.
Sorry for being so short. More chapters are to come.