I had made this not that long ago, I like it…it's different from my other stories; I think I'll leave it as a one-shot.

I'm Joseph, Joseph Wheeler. But my friends call me Joey. I don't like it when people call me Joseph. Why? That is none of your business, so piss off. I'm 16 years old, have blond hair and honey brown eyes. I used to be in a gang, but that is in the past. I live with my dad downtown. My sister and mother live on the other side of the country. I miss my sister very much. I go to Domino High school. That is everything about me. No…wait…I have a crush on my biggest rival.

I'm running down the street, I am late for school. Again. Stupid dad for not waking me up. I was putting my blue school jacket on as I ran into the school. The bell rang. "Shit, Shit, Shit!"' I mumbled under my breath. I turned the corner and bumped into someone and fell backwards.

"Watch were you're going mutt."

Before me stands Seto Kaiba. He is the CEO of his own company. No one really knows very much about him, only that he has a younger brother. That is the only person he treats nicely. Oh, and that he doesn't have parents. Kaiba—yes, I call him by his surname. Have a problem with that? He is a bastard. He is cold to everyone, except for his brother. He and I are rivals, and for some reasons he calls me dog names. I don't know why he does that, but it's rather irritating.

"I am not a dog! Now get out of my way, I'm late."

I rushed past him into my classroom. I don't want to deal with him now, maybe later. I ran into the class at the moment the last bell sounded and sat in my chair

"Whew…I made it."

"What got you late this time?"

I turned around to see my best friend, Tristan. He has brown hair that he always has in the same style. I've known him since kindergarten. We have been through a lot together. We are known as trouble makers.

"You know, the usual."

"Mister Wheeler?" Oh, God, I've done it now. "If you like to talk in my lesson, then you won't have any problem with solving what is here on the board." I sighed as I turned around and did as I was told.

The bell for the break sounded through the school, so Tristan and I had a race to the cafeteria. Whoever lost must pay for the other's lunch. I won and I was very happy with that. We sat down at our usual table and started to eat lunch. A few tables away Kaiba sat alone, typing away on his laptop. Probably doing some work for his company. My eyes glanced over at him every so often. Man, I really had fallen for the guy, hadn't I?

"Why are you staring at Kaiba?" I turned to look at Tristan.

"I am not staring at him," I told him.

"Why is he then in the direction of your gazes? I believe that is called staring."

"I'm not staring!" I said, blushing a little.

"Yeah, sure…whatever floats your boat, Joey."

I mumbled a curse under my breath when he said that.

"What is the dog barking about?"

I grew stiff when I heard that icy voice. I knew it was Kaiba because of two reasons. One, only he has such an ice-cold voice; and two, only he calls me a dog. "Don't you have a company to run?" I asked angrily as I turned around to meet his freezing glare.

"Not at the moment, I don't have to be there 24/7, you know."

"Really? Because it seems you do work 24/7,"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes when I said that. "Don't act like you know how it is, you mutt," he said coldly as he walked away. I calmed down a little. All of these fights are getting really old.

"You two really 'love' each other don't you?" Tristan asked. He knew about my crush, and he was okay with that.

"Piss off," I said while staring out the window, trying to hide a blush. But when I heard Tristan laugh I knew I had failed miserably.

School is over. Finally! It's the longest day of the week, but the best thing about it is that I have most of my classes with Kaiba, so I can stare freely at him without any stupid comments from Tristan. I stood at the school entrance, dawdling. I didn't want to go home, but I know that if I wasn't on time there would be big trouble for me. So I started to walk, but bumped into Kaiba for the second time that day.

"What is it with you, mutt, are you trying to get me angry today?"

You know, a fight with Kaiba is better than going home, so I tried to make him more irritated. I like it when he gets angry-a small part of his emotionless mask falls, and I can see passion burning in his eyes. Something other than his normal, stabbing-ice glare everyone gets.

"Maybe I am, Kaiba," I said, spitting his name out viciously.

"Then you're doing a good job," he growled.

"Well, thank you…I do my best to get on your nerves," I taunted him.

"Stop messing with me! I'm not into your games, so stop it before I send you to the hospital!"

"Watch out that I don't send you there first!"

And we started to fight. People gathered around us and screamed, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Some of my friends tried to pull us apart. And when they succeeded, I didn't say anything to them. I needed to go home, and fast. I ran down the street, hoping that dad might be asleep. I softly opened the door, trying not to make any sounds.

"Why are you late, boy?"

"Sorry dad, but I—"

"LIES!" he shouted. "I think you need a little punishment!"

It was the worst beating I ever had, and afterwards Dad kicked me out of the house again. I think my wrist is broken, and I have a black eye. This is the sixth time in only three weeks. Why don't I run away? I sighed heavily, knowing I have nowhere else to go. I walked down an ally, not knowing where I was.

"Joseph…you're going down!" I heard behind me, wondering who called me JOSEPH!

I turned around to see some of the boys from my old gang. They often looked for me and attacked me for betraying them. Normally, I can handle them, but with the beating from my dad, I think I'm in trouble. I turned around and started to run. But there were three boys blocking the way. I was trapped. The leader grabbed my broken wrist, but I fought the urge to scream out in pain. He slammed me into the wall.

''Well, well, look at you! You're a moron what can't do anything-nothing more than a stray dog on the street. If you had stayed with us, you would be much better off. Guys, let's give him our punishment!"

I didn't scream or cry during the beating. I don't know when they left, but my whole body poured out intense pain. My sight was blurred by the blood coming out of a gash on my forehead. I couldn't see the rest of my wounds, but I could really feel all of them. I tried to stand up. It worked, but I felt weak, very weak. I used the wall for support and started to walk, trying to find some help on these dangerous, night streets.

It seemed I was in a rich neighbourhood. I saw a house that seemed familiar. Was it Kaiba's house? But he wouldn't help me, would he? He hates me! I saw that the huge gate was slightly open, so I slipped past it—as I have nothing left to lose. There was a long driveway before I could reach the door, and I had nothing I could use to support my weight. I might collapse in the middle of the driveway, but I went anyway. With each step I took I felt myself get weaker. I see black spots in my vision; I know I don't have long before I pass out.

Somehow I was able to reach the door. I rang the doorbell. I hoped Kaiba himself would open the door and not a maid or his little brother. I waited there a long time, looking at the door. When the door opened I was blinded by the light from inside.

"J-Joey?" I heard. I couldn't see who opened the door, but I forced out, "Please...help…me," before I fell forward into total darkness.

When I woke up again, my head felt very heavy. And everything hurt. I carefully opened my eyes and saw I was in a strange room. Where was I?

"Finally decide to wake up?"

I looked left to see Seto-I mean Kaiba-standing against the wall. He walked over to me. He placed his hand on my forehead. It felt cold against my skin, and that felt good. I moved my hand so it lay on top of his, keeping his hand there. He looked very surprised by my action. He sighed and sat on the side of the bed.

"I feel heavy and warm," I said softly, noticing I couldn't speak very well.

"Maybe you should sleep some more," he said.

"Hmm," I murmured, closing my eyes. "Thank you…Seto," I said softly before drifting to sleep.

When I awoke for the second time, I noticed that Seto was in the room. He sat on a chair and seemed fast asleep. He looked cute with that peaceful expression on his face. He opened his eyes and stared at me. I couldn't look away from his face, but I smiled at him. It felt good to be in his presence without us fighting. He moved his hand and brushed a few bangs out my face. "What happened, Joey?" he asked.

I knew that question would come. I sighed and looked at the celling. "Some of my old gang members beat me up," I said, not feeling to lie.

"And what else…I believe you were in a fight, but some of your wounds are older"

I looked at him, and for the first time-despite both beatings—felt the urge to cry. I felt my eyes begin to water, but I didn't want him to think I'm weak or that I'm not able to fight against him. "It's nothing," I said, holding back the tears.

"Nothing?" he half-screamed. "Joey, look at you…both your wrists are broken. You just collapsed on my doorstep, with your whole body bleeding! Don't say that it's nothing…because I know it wasn't, and what I don't understand is what happened to you. How I hate to admit this, but you are strong, so strong that you would never let yourself be beat up."

"You don't know me," I said, a tear falling from my eye as I turned away.

Seto, uuh-I mean Kaiba…I mean Seto-Oh whatever! He grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me up, setting me up against the headboard. He looked me right in the eye as he said, "I know you well enough to say, and you won't let that happen so easily."

I looked at him, but I didn't know what to say, so I just stayed still. But tears fell out of my eyes. I was crying, and I hate myself for that, because I don't want to cry. Seto brought his hand to my face, wiping the tears away. Then I lost it, I launched myself forward and buried my head in his shoulder and cried. I felt him freeze but I didn't care. I didn't hug him, but I really wanted to hold him. Slowly, very slowly, I felt his arm move around me. He held me while I cried from the pain of the beatings and what happens at home. Slowly I pulled back, a little ashamed of what I did.

"Sorry, Seto, I didn't mean to ruin your shirt."

He blinked a couple of times. "What happened, Pup?" he asked softly.

I looked away. "Do you promise not to tell anyone?" I whispered. I don't know why I gave in…maybe because he called me 'pup,' (that is much better than 'mutt') or maybe it was the gentle voice he used to say it. Seto nodded.

"Did you ever hear the rumours about my dad in school?" I asked.

He looked confused for a second. "The rumours that your dad is a drunk and he beats you up? Yeah, I have heard of those."

I looked down, unable to face him. "What if I said that they are true?"

Seto stiffened. "Are you serious…he does that?"

I nodded, tears slipping from my eyes. "He beat me up again today because I was late and the bills weren't paid. He makes me pay them. He broke my wrist and kicked me out again. I hate it there, but I have nowhere else to go. I wish I could go to my sister, but I don't have the money for that either. I just want to go away."

Seto stared at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it again. "I don't know what to say," he said eventually. He looked at me with worry, his emotionless mask completely ripped away. He looked at me with what I call his 'real eyes.' He wiped my tears away with his thumb.

"Maybe, just maybe, I can help you."

My eyes lit up when I heard that. "H-how?" I asked.

He didn't look at me, "You can stay here, so you don't have to return there. I know how it is."

"Are you serious…can I really stay here?"

He nodded, and if my eyes didn't deceive me, I saw a little blush on his cheeks.

I lifted my arm carefully and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you, Seto, thank you."

I let go of him to make sure I wasn't crossing any boundaries. When I did, his eyes locked with mine. We just stared at each other, not knowing what else to do. I saw the blush on his cheeks and I felt mine heat up as well.

Suddenly it looked like he was coming closer—wait, he was. My lips stopped less than an inch from his, I looked him in the eyes, and then he pressed our lips together.

It was the best kiss I have ever received. I was kissed before by girls, but this was better in every way. I was in heaven. When we let go of each other, we looked at each other, blushing and smiling. I felt the urge to do it again, so I did. We went on like that for a good ten minutes.

Then I felt tired again. I had lost much blood, so it didn't come as a surprise. Seto sat beside me and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I love you…Joey…my puppy,"

When I heard that I smiled brightly, feeling safe for a first time in years. I know we will scare some people at school tomorrow, but I don't care.

"Love you, too…Seto…my master."

I heard him chuckle. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

So that was it. Did you like it? I hope you did! Please leave a review. And you know what maybe there could be another chapter in Seto's POV but I don't really know tell what you think I should do!