Title: Lucky the Puppy
Author: Glue Project
Rating: PG?
Pairings: SetoJou
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I only own the plot. Nothing else.
Summery: After visiting an animal shelter, Seto takes in a little young puppy. A blond one at that. How is he going to explain it to everyone else who knows of his 'loathing' of another certain human blonde?
I'm going to try to write this in Seto's first-person POV. If it doesn't work out, I'll just switch to third POV. Easy enough.
ONE
I wasn't happy when the Board of Directors suggested that everyone went to the animal shelter in the middle of town. I was less happy when I was outvoted and thus overruled.
And I still don't know what we're doing here, besides the fact that KaibaCorp is donating a rather large sum of money to help the fancially troubled shelter.
I would scoff, but they're not-for-profit.
I'm not heartless.
I'm currently standing in the corner of the small, sterile room, listening to some random worker spew out the sad details and conditions of the shelter. She's now saying something about that all the animals in this room are scheduled for euthanazion because no one has either claimed or adopted them.
Suddenly she is interrupted by a loud whine from the cage closest to me. From that cage, I can see a wet brown-black nose poke through the bars, sniffing the air. Leaning forward slightly, I can see the little ball of fur that the nose belongs to. It's a small puppy, golden fur disheveled, and brown eyes forlorn.
Glancing at the tag on its cage, I can gather that the puppy is a he, and that his name is 'Lucky'.
A bit cruel to me. He's set to die tomorrow.
All through the rest of the tour, the little abandoned puppy plagued my thoughts. Something, though very much differently, than the way another blond puppy plagues most of my wake (and mostly unawake) moments.
Approaching the desk, I know I'm going to regret this later.
"Yes? What can I help you with?" the woman behind the counter asks, slightly surprised. Heh. It's the Random Worker Lady.
I sigh. "Is it too late to adopt Lucky?"
Hmm. Picture this.
A blond puppy sitting in the passenger seat of my red-and-black Jeep, buckled in and head hanging outside the window.
"Lucky," I gently reprimand.
The young pup pulls his head back into the main part of the vehicle in a somewhat guilty way. He gives a happy bark, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He turns back to the window though doesn't poke his head out it this time.
How am I going to explain this to Mokuba?
TBC
I started this one before Unrequited Sunset. Hm. Love 'em both. And I have another fic I have on the computer also set in Seto's POV that I want to get done before Seto's birthday on the 25th(?) . (sigh) We'll see.
--Glue