Disclaimer: Ha! You think I own anything -anything meaning any Yu-Gi-Oh characters, New Found Glory or any New Found Glory songs, slushies (not that their in this story or anything, just thought it was good for you guys to know that I don't own them either)- in this story? Not likely, bub, but thanks for the support.

Title: Misery Medley

Pairing: Seto Kaiba/Joey Wheeler…the best couple in the world!

Summary: Joey wrote a letter to Kaiba that explains how he really feels. When he finally gets the courage to give it to him, what will be the ending resulst? Yaoi and shounen-ai, Kaiba/Joey.

Warnings: Um…shounen-ai and yaoi between the Master and his puppy (a.k.a, Seto and Joey). Language, bishies in pain -emotional, no worries- bishies singing -probably in the later chapters- and I think that's it!

Author's Notes: The title sucks, leave me alone. I've been listeing to my New Found Glory CD -hey, I actually do own that!- and I could write sooo many song fics for sooo many couples using these songs. Instead, I decided to take my favorite songs and make a story which is actually a whole bunch of song fics put together. For your enjoyment, this is in puppy view!

Kai-Kai-san: Shut up already, will you?

-sticks out tongue- Your no fun, 'ya know 'dat?

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Chapter One: Answer Yes

This letter explains everything

The content it is the truth

Each word could cut like daggers

If I decide to finally give it to you

I walk down the hallway, my bare feet padding silently on the wood floor. I have to be quiet, because your either working -and you hate to be disturbed when you work, or your sleeping -and I hate to wake you up, because you hardly ever get any sleep as it is. I know you must be in your office, because it's eleven-thirty on a Saturday, and there's really nowhere else that you would be.

Not with Mokuba, because even though it's not a school night he has a strict curfew. Your kind of strict on the kid, 'ya know? But it's only because you love him so much. He knows that, or else I think he would put up a hell of a fight when you order lights out at nine-thirty. Or maybe not, since he stays up anyway. Sometimes, when he knows your gone somewhere and I'm still here, he'll sneak into your room, wake me up, and drag me out of the bed for a game of Duel Monsters or something. I would tell you about it, since I know you think it's your life mission to know what that kid is doing every second -you're a wee bit over protective sometimes- but since he does happen to beat me almost every time, I never mention it. I really don't like embarrassing myself in front of you. And yeah, Mokie -haf'ta love the pet name, but he said I could call him that, so don't get mad- is a Kaiba and everything, but it's still kind of embarrassing to lose to him every time.

You might be working on your Dueling or something, but you never do that on eleven-thirty on Saturday, so I know that's not what your doing. It's just something that I've noticed about you, the fact that you hardly ever Duel after a certain time each night. You have a schedule that I don't think you even realize. It's a really weird schedule, actually. You only do certain things at certain times. You only watch T.V. with Mokie on Thursday afternoons, you only eat fries with mustard -never ketchup, salt, or anything, just mustard, you are suck a freak, you've got know idea what your missin out on-, and you only kiss me when we're inside of your house.

I remember one of the first times I came over, and you were opening the door. By some odd twist of fate a piece of hair fell in front of your eyes -which never happens, because that hair gel you use would make it hard for a friggin jack hammer to move- and I got the sudden urge to kiss you. I think it was some type of sign from the Gods, really I do, because like I said, your hair never falls out of place. So I listened to my urgings and kissed you. Well, I tried to kiss you. But you pushed me away. You opened the door, grabbed me by the collar and threw me inside the house. Your eyes were cold, and I suddenly felt ashamed.

"What do you think you're doing?" you asked me, and I could tell that you were angry. Your body language was just a bit a tenser than usual, which is never a good sign.

"I thought I was gonna kiss you," I answered as calmly as possible, not sure whether I should be angry with you or apologizing to you. You shook your head and shut the door. Slammed, more like it, but that's not really the point. We just stared at each other for a little while. I was so afraid; afraid that I'd done something wrong, something to upset you and make you remember just exactly who you were with. The puppy, the dog, the worthless, useless, mutt. "Did…you not want me to?"

I don't know why I was speaking so quietly, but I was. I really didn't want to mess up. I messed up so many times before, and so many times before, and you were always one of the things I never wanted to mess up. When we were first together, I always felt like I was walking on egg shells around you. I was so careful to make sure that I never did anything to upset you. I guess I was like a puppy, back then. Still am, a bit.

"No," you told me. Your words were clipped, cold, no emotion at all, and it hurt.

I've rewrote and rechecked a thousand times

Licked it shut and say my goodbyes

The lines are perfectly written to break wide open

This conclusion

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. Your supposed to learn from your mistakes, history repeats itself, and all that other crap people like to tell me floated through my mind. You stepped closer then, invading my personal space -not like I mind or anything- and took hold of my chin with your thumb and index finger.

"One, because I like it better when I'm the one kissing you." You smiled your smile -you don't actually have a normal smile. Not that your smile isn't nice, it is, very nice in fact, but it's not happy. Normal smiles are happy, and yours are kind of sad, no matter what your doing. I used to wonder all the time what made you like that- and bent forward, pressing your lips to mine. I didn't mind that, either, because I love it when you kiss me. It never mattered to me who started the kiss, only that we were kissing, but you always liked to, so I let you anyway. Like I said, it didn't matter to me. You pulled back and I was breathing heavier, but you weren't -jerk-, and your smile turned to a smirk. "And two, because someone could have seen us."

I don't know if it was because you didn't want people to know you were with someone, that you were gay, or just that you didn't want people to know that you were with me. I was ashamed, and I hated it. I was ashamed because I had tried to kiss you. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get over the fact that I liked you? When I finally got up the courage to kiss you, I'd gotten over a lot of embarrassment, guilt, and yeah, shame. But then you said those words and it all came back. You have that much power over me. So much power. To much.

I really didn't care, in the beginning. Because in the beginning, I could care less how much control you had over me. It was only that you and I were together. And it was perfect. All right, so not perfect. We could never do anything in public, and at first I was upset about that. I overcame a lot of stuff to be with you, and then I was finally with you, and I couldn't even share it with anyone. Eventually though, I learned to live with it.

I've gotten over the fact that you and me are never going to go out to a club together or anything -which sucks, because I want to do karaoke with you. I've heard you singing in the shower and you have a really good voice-, that when we see each other outside of your mansion or my apartment we're not going to so much as acknowledge each other's existence, and that basically we're never going to be like any other couple. And I accepted it. I've dealt with it and moved on. Because I'm willing to put up with a lot of shit for you, Kaiba. And you wanna know why? Well no, probably not. You've made it pretty clear that you don't really care for me. Which is a pity, because I think I'm in love with you.

And it feels like I've already been there

Souns like I'm preaching the choir

If it looks like it won't work out

I'm the one, one full of doubt

I would never, ever, ever tell you that though. God only knows what you would do. Hit me, laugh at me, stare blankly like I was some type of alien. I never know what your reaction to anything is going to be. One time we were making out -yeah I know, not really specific, but I am getting to a point here- and sometime amidst the pants and touches and kisses, I told you how much I liked it when you held me.

Well, I do. It wasn't an extremely weird thing to say or anything. I guess it caught you off guard, because you stopped kissing me for a second. And you stared. A lot. You just blinked at me, and I almost started laughing, because it was really cute seeing you confused. It's not an expression I usually associate with you, so it was a nice change of pace. After blinking for like, five minute straight -I swear it was that long- you kissed me again. It was…different though. You tend to dominate our kisses -control freak that you are- but you didn't then. It was really soft, and tender, and it made me feel…I don't know actually. But it was different, in a good way though. For a second I didn't even know if it was really you, but some freaky twin of yours. You pulled back when I didn't respond and stared again, and I could have sworn that I saw tears in your eyes.

"Joey…" you said, as soft as the kiss you had given me only moments before. The way you said it, I had no idea what would come next, so I tensed, and braced myself for anything. You took a breath, like you were unsure about something. Then you blinked and in an instant the almost-maybe-could-have-been-there-tears in your eyes were gone. "Stay with me, tonight."

I was kind of surprised. It was almost spoken like a question, and you don't ever ask anyone anything. Since then, I've always secretly hoped for those moments. Sometimes I get them. You'll slip and kiss me really soft, and stare into my eyes with no mask on your face, showing every emotion, and then you'll say something that, coming from anyone but you, would probably sound harsh and angry, but it was the closest things to those sweet nothings people go on about in trashy romance novels -not that I read those…nope- and then I would feel like doing something as equally crazy, and telling you more silly things like admitting how much I really like you.

But then you go and do something that's…well…not very caring at all. You'll completely ignore me, even if you're the one who called and asked me over. You'll start arguments over nothing. You'll do all those little things you know that I hate. I'll try to say something to you and you just make some sort of dog comeback. Then we'll fight like crazy, like we used to before, only worse. Sometimes I even have bruises, sometimes you do -fine, I'll admit it, it's me most often. And sometimes you can be just…mean.

I've been putting up with those times though, but they've started to come more often then the other times. I could settle with living in the middle, because it is you, and contrary to popular belief I'm not that stupid, so I won't ask for a miracle.

I know that time won't change a thing

If we're all moving in slow motion

It's hard to catch up

When their world is weighing you down

I can't stand it being this way. It shouldn't have to be this way. I mean, I kind of sort of might love you. And don't I deserve to be with someone who kind of sort of might love me back? I don't think your that person Kaiba, even though I really, really, really wish you were.

That's why I'm walking down this hall. I'm clutching this letter in my hand like a lifeline, because in a way, it is. If I give this to you, then the next thing I'll do is go walk over to the dresser and pull out the t-shirt and extra pair of boxers -I never brought much over here, but it's important to have some sort of standard of personal hygiene, or so you've told me-, and then I'll leave. I will walk out that door and will never step foot in this mansion again.

When I wrote this -I don't know how many months ago, maybe even a year ago- I was prepared to do that. I wasn't very invested in this…this relationship…deal…thingie we have going on. I was really prepared to walk out the door and never look into your eyes again. Now…I'm not so sure. Could I really leave you? Should I really leave? Do I really want to leave you?

Could I…I'm not really so sure. Should I…well that's probably a yes. Do I want to…well that's probably a no.

Shit. I really have no idea what to do, do I? Guess I should have thought this out a bit more. But I don't think it's actually possible to think this out more. I've been going over it so many times, weighed the pro's and con's, made my list and checked it twice, and all that other good stuff. I still don't know what to do. I could always talk to you about it.

And it feels like I've already been there

Sounds like I'm preaching the choir

If it looks like it won't work out

I'm the one, one full of doubt

Like that would ever happen. I can't talk to you. Who ever heard of something so ridiculous? Talking? Ha! I'd rather just sit around and have you abuse me a bit more. It's not that bad, really. It's not.

"Puppy?"

Your voice behind me makes me jump and turn around immediately. There you are -still in today's outfit, including your trench coat. I've never told you, and I never will tell you, but it really doesn't look that bad on you. You look hot…but this line of thinking is off the subject. You take one step into the room from the entry way. Immediately I put my hands behind my back, hiding the letter from you. I can't have you seeing something that I'm not even sure I'm going to give you yet.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I was just getting into bed!" I answer a bit too brightly. I raise an arm and fake a yawn. "I'm really tired! I mean, look how late it is already!"

You raise an eyebrow at me, one of those who-the-hell-do-you-think-your-kidding looks on your face. You shake your head a bit, and say, "I thought I heard you pacing down the hallway."

"Oh, I was. I uh…I couldn't get to sleep."

"And you figured a walk down the hall would calm your nerves?" you ask.

I should quit while I'm ahead -and yeah, I know I'm not ahead, but do you always have to burst my bubble?- and just faint on top of the bed. You know me too well to buy into this. At least, I hope you do. I would never walk to get to sleep. I would eat. But it's not often that I can't get to sleep. I nod anyway, and you stare at me a bit suspiciously a bit longer. I think your going to question me further, because you open your mouth to speak again.

"Wh-" You stop abruptly as your eye catches something. "What are you holding?"

You caught me! What do I say? I can't tell you the truth, but I can't exactly lie to you either, because you always seem to catch me lying. You can be very…persuasive when you really want to be.

It feels like I've already been there

Sounds like I'm preching the chior

If it looks like it won't work out

I'm the one, one full of doubt

"Nuttin," I answer quickly and begin backing towards the bed.

You raise your second eyebrow and start following my moments. "Nothing, hm? Let me see."

"No!" I yell. "You can't see it!"

"And why not?" you ask, still advancing towards me.

Think Joey, think! Um…uh…err…ok. Thinking is no good. Time for plan B! I stop moving back until you reach me, my bare chest pressing against your fully covered one. I lean up, but don't kiss you, because I know you like to think you're the one who initiated it. And of course you do kiss me, because I know you and it's what you always do. I feel your hands sliding from my shoulders down my back. Smiling softly into the kiss, I quickly jerk back.

"Because!" I say, jumping up onto the bed and smirking at you. "If it's nuttin, den it ain't dere. And if it ain't dere, den how do you expect to see it?"

I grin happily before you wrap your hand around my ankle and yank me forward, causing me to fall back onto the bed with a yelp. You climb on top of me, quickly pressing your lips to mine. Happy that the letter is forgotten, I respond eagerly. I don't think I'll give it to you just yet, because when you pull back, your face is softer, and I can tell your ready to slip. And everything really is perfect -in my opinion- when you slip.

After a while we both pull away, both gasping for air, although I'm breathing more heavily, 'cause your some type of friggin machine that doesn't need as much air as a normal person. I run my hands through your hair and smile at you. I toss a glance at the clock. It's twelve forty-five, Sunday morning now. I sigh, completely happy with the position I'm in, all curled up and tucked against you, safe in your arms. One of your hands traces down my side, causing to squirm a bit. I feel you smirking against my neck. Jerk, you know I'm ticklish there. And…hey! Stop it! Hey you, don't do that! It…tickles…

I can't help but start to laugh as I continue to mutter protests. This really isn't fair. I don't know how much attention you really pay to me personally, but you do know all of my weakness. And I'm really ticklish. And of course you use this to your full advantage, you sadistic, evil, cruel… "Ahh! Kaiba!" I laugh, trying to pull away from you to stop this torture.

"Then tell me what it was you were hiding," he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head. "Neva. Now stop dat!"

You stop and I sigh in relief, only to feel your fingertips slip underneath the fabric of my boxers. "No, Kaiba!" I say, trying not to sound desperate. But it's too late. Your fingers grasp the letter and you pull out from it's secret hiding spot. All right…so maybe my boxers wasn't the best place to put it.

"What's this?" you question softly, almost to yourself. "Did you write me a love letter pup?"

"Give it back," I demand, twisting my body around so that I'm facing you. I reach out and try to grab it, but you jerk it away from my reach. "I'm serious Kaiba, give it to me."

You smirk and jump out of the bed, dangling the letter in front of your face. "Is that a demand? Maybe you should try asking nicely."

"Please," I manage. "Please, give it back."

"After I read it," you say, and begin to unfold it.

"No!" I yell and jump from the bed. I quickly jump on top of you, and my extra weight causes us both to fall to the floor. I try to get it away from you, and it only ends up starting a small wrestling match between the both of us. Which I'll probably loose, but I have to get that letter back. "Just give..it…to…me."

"Tell me…what it is."

"No!" I say again. You manage to pin me -big surprise there. You grab my wrists and hold them above my hand with one hand. Using the other you lay the letter down on my chest, smoothing it out.

"Well, if you won't tell me what it says, I'll just have to read it," you say, a smirk on your face.

"Don't!" I tell you. "Please, don't. Kaiba…"

"Ahem, Kaiba, if your reading this…" you begin.

I have to do something, and I have to do it fast. You can not read this letter until I'm ready to give it to, if I ever get ready to give it to you. I do the first thing that comes to mind. Straining up, I manage to bite your arm. You cry out in shock and it gives me the opportunity I need to shove you off of me. I send you crashing into the bed and I snatch the letter, then push myself to my feet. You stand up quickly and glare at me.

I'm confused

Don't know what I should do

You could lose everything close to you

Tell me how does this feel

"What's wrong with you?" you ask me, and I can tell your angry.

"I told you not to read it," I say in defense. I can tell your not satisfied by the look you give me. "I said no, Kaiba."

"Calm down. Your acting like I tried to rape you or something. I was only trying to read the damn letter." Yep…your really angry. Your not even yelling, which is a bad sign.

"Well I don't want you to read it, all right? Can't I have one thing in my life that you don't control?"

I can tell by the look in your eye that I crossed a line there. I brace myself, prepared for another master and puppy joke, or even for you to really snap and hit me or something. Instead you just give me that cold glare, straighten your posture, and begin heading towards the door. You walk right past me, not even bothering to glance at me as you throw the door open.

"If you think I'm too controlling, mutt, then you can just leave."

"Kai-"

"I have some more work to do. I don't expect you to be here when I get back."

I bite my lip as I watch you walk away. You don't even close the door, just leave. Was I really that harsh? I didn't mean to be. Damn it, there I go. Second guessing myself again. It's all your fault you know. I didn't do it nearly as often before you and I were… I shake my head. Taking a few slow steps, I lay the crumpled letter -it's kind of old, so it wasn't in perfect shape to begin with, but it's even more scrunched up due to our wrestling match- on one of the pillows. Have it your way Kaiba. If you don't want me here then…well…I'm sure as hell not going to stay.

When it feels like I've already been there

Souns like I'm preching the chior

If it looks like it won't work out

I'm the one, one full of doubt

It feels like I've already been there

Sounds like I'm preching the chior

If it looks like it won't work out

I'm the one, one full of doubt

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Pretty long for a first chapter, ne? Was it different then what you expected? Yeah I know, it was pretty out of character, especially because of Joey's speech, but I couldn't write a whole chapter in Joey-talk.

Joe-Joe-kun: What are you sayin?

Nothing at all. Err…yes. Well, tune in next time to learn the answers to these amazing questions! Will Kaiba find the letter? What exactly did the letter say? Will our favorite boys be able to stay together? Will we really get to see Joey and Kaiba doing karaoke together?

Kai-Kai-san: God I hope not.

Please review. Arigato, ja ne! I don't know when I'll be updating. I have to pick the next song that I'll use.