Author's notes: I'm absolutely terrible at writing longer stories, but I want to give it a go because I feel like there aren't enough long, fluffy stories for this ship! I hope I can finish it, and I hope you all enjoy! :D

Pairings: Puppy/Violetshipping (Seto x Joey), mention of Heartshipping (Yugi x Ryou), Coinshipping (Miho x Tea), Chaseshipping (Tristan x Duke), and possible others idk?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!, though it probably be pretty much the same if I did- just with a little more romance and maybe more friendship if that's even possible?

Seto Kaiba let out a quiet sigh. He despised each and every one of his insufferable classmates. The rambunctious lot were all talking loudly with their friends about whatever inane shit it was other teens cared about. Seto found them all immature and obnoxious-especially the girls-and boys for that matter- who'd confessed to him before. Their shallow and meaningless feelings made Seto sick. Not one of them had ever tried speaking to him or befriending him before their confession, which had led Seto to his conclusion that none of them truly liked him, they just liked his money and good-looks. As if on cue, he caught a few girls looking his way. They were giggling, and two of them were trying to push a third girl in Seto's direction. He rolled his eyes. "Shallow hags." He muttered, throwing a hostile glare in the girls' direction. They froze in their tracks, the two who had previously been pushing began to pull the third girl away. Seto smirked to himself. If they could be deterred that easily then their feelings truly were nothing.

Seto noticed with annoyance that the teacher still hadn't turned up, which meant more time for his classmates to shout and roughhouse. He pulled a large hard-backed book from his bag, intending to read it to pass the time, though it seemed his most infuriating and least favorite classmate had other ideas.

Said classmate let out a low whistle. "Dat's a big ass book."

"What an astute observation." Seto responded dismissively.

"No 'mutt'? No 'third-rate duelist'?"

"Would you like me to verbally eviscerate you?" Seto asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Nah, I just thought ya'd do somethin' interestin' if I came ova here. I'm boooored."

"Go talk to your friends." Seto spat.

"I uhh can't do dat right now."

"And why is that?"

The mutt pointed towards the other side of the room, where his friends were sitting. They were sitting in pairs-no couples, flirting up a storm. Ryou and Yugi were talking quietly, cheeks stained scarlet. Duke was leaning over Tristan's chair, whispering something in the blushing brunettes ear. Tea was playing with Miho's hair, which seemed platonic enough,that is, if you couldn't see their intertwined fingers under the desk.

Seto bit back a laugh at Joey's admittedly reasonable motive for avoiding his friends. "I see. How did you come to be the only single amongst the geek squad?"

"I dunno ova da past year everyone just started clickin' and pairin' up and now it's just me," He shrugged. "What about you? How da hell are ya still single?"

"I'm single because I want to be."

"Riiight." Joey said sarcastically.

"I could date anyone in this school if I wanted."

Joey paused for a moment. Seto could practically hear the rusty gears in his head turning. After a moment his amber eyes lit up with a mischievous glint-almost as if the mutt had had an idea. "Oh really? Wanna put dat to da test?"

Seto raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What are you suggesting?"

"If you can make me wanna date ya by...da end of da year, ya win."

"Hmm sounds like some kind of twisted ploy to befriend me." Seto said, feigning disinterest.

"Oh well," Joey shrugged. "I guess I ovaestimated how competitive ya are, but it's fine if ya aren't up ta da challenge."

Something in Seto's gut twisted at the insinuation that he was backing down. "I'm not saying I won't accept the challenge. I was merely making an observation," Seto smirked. "Prepare to lose, Wheeler."

As soon as the words left his mouth he felt a pang of regret. This little challenge would mean spending way more time with the mutt than he wanted to.

"Yeah right! I barely even wanna be talkin' to ya right now, what makes ya think I'll wanna date ya by da end of da year?"

"You're quick to trust, easy to befriend, and even easier to impress. A few well-placed gestures and I think I can have you swooning over me in much less than a year."

"If ya think it's gonna be dat easy than how about we make dis even harder!"

"Go on."

"What if da challenge went both ways? Both of us try ta seduce the otha, first one ta fall in love is da loser!"

Seto's felt himself almost smile at that. A true game. A game with two players both battling it out to make the other fall. Seto felt a fire alight in himself-he would win this game, and he would have one hell of a good time doing it. "Interesting concept, but I think our little game could use a few rules."

"Like what?"

"First, no initiating physical contact that you know the other won't be comfortable with. Secondly, each of us should be required to invite the other out at least once a week-that way we can't avoid losing by not playing. Lastly, we won't speak of this to anyone but the other. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sounds good ta me," Joey nodded. He extended a hand, purportedly for Seto to take in his own, therefore sealing the twisted deal. "Don't just sit there starin' at me man."

Seto reluctantly took the others hand, giving Joey a firm and professional handshake before making a big show out of wiping his hand off. He internely scolded himself for being so childish, but outwardly he was smirking at the blonde's annoyed facial expression.

"Wow you're incredible at dis whole seduction thing. I think I hate ya even more now if dat's even possible." Joey deadpanned.

Seto chuckled. "How about we get this started tonight? Mokuba is away this week on a school field trip, so I can have you over for dinner without him asking any questions."

His eyes went wide. "Ya wanna start dis tonight?"

"Yes? Is that a problem for you?"

"I guess not."

"Good. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Pick me up? I can walk dammit."

"It's not like you'll have many other chances to ride in a limo."

"On second thought...fuck yeah ya can pick me up."

A loud cough pulled the two from their conversation. "Language, Mr. Wheeler." Their teacher scolded.

Seto wasn't sure if he should kill or thank the woman for being so late. If she had been there he wouldn't have made that stupid bet, then again if he hadn't made that bet he wouldn't be looking forward to an evening of tormenting that substandard idiot who dared call himself a duelist.

Joey wasn't sure what to wear. If he were supposed to be seducing Kaiba, shouldn't he wear something nice...then again that might make it look like he was too interested...but would dressing in casual wear really be appropriate? What had he been thinking when he challenged Kaiba to this dumb game anyway?

"Maybe go with somethin' in between?" He muttered, pulling a semi-nice outfit from his cluttered closet. He held up the form-fitting black jeans, and loose black crop-top, trying to imagine how the outfit would look. The jeans would highlight some of his better assets while the shirt would show off his toned midriff as well as a good portion of his broad shoulders.

He changed quickly, unable to stop the smirk that tugged at his lips the moment he saw the outfit come together. "I almost feel bad for Kaiba...poor guy isn't used ta losin'."

He heard the doorbell ring just in time to see the clock shift from 6:59 to 7:00. Perfectly punctual-what else should he have been expecting from Kaiba?

On the way to the door Joey stopped to spritz himself with a bit of the cologne he saved for special occasions. He took a deep breath and flung the door open, expecting to be face to face-or face to chest really-with a cold-hearted snob-instead he found the reverse.

Yugi stood at Joey's chest even with the ridiculous amount of hair piled onto his little head. "Wow Joey! What are you all dressed up for?" Yugi's eyes sparkled with childlike curiosity.

"Well ya see Yugi-," Joey froze, remembering the oh-so-important rules of the game. 'Lastly, we won't speak of this to anyone but the other.' "I'm...just meetin' up with a new friend of mine."

"Oh that's cool, Joey! I guess that means you're busy for the rest of tonight then?"

"Yeah, sorry Yug. Maybe we could hang tomorrow?"

"Sounds good, Joey! Text me what time when you figure it out!" Yugi said cheerfully, waving a quick goodbye before he disappeared down the street.

Joey breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like Yugi hadn't suspected anything.

"For a moment there I was certain you were going to tell him," A low voice muttered just to Joey's left. He let out a surprised squeak, whipping around to face the person to whom the voice belonged. He found two cold, cerulean orbs staring back at him with a vaguely amused glint visible in their otherwise emotionless depths. "Mm. You look nicer than usual." He observed in a flat tone.

"Thanks…?"

Kaiba held out a hand as if silently asking Joey to hold it. Joey raised an eyebrow at the gesture, but slipped his hand into Kaiba's nonetheless. He felt a shiver run up his spine at the contact. He'd held hands with many of his friends before and his sister's too, but none of their hands were quite as slim, and for lack of better terms- elegant as Kaiba's. His fingers were long and slender, and topped with pointed, perfectly manicured nails. Every once in awhile Kaiba would inadvertently tighten his grip just a little too much and mark the back of Joey's hand, though the cool feeling of Kaiba's hand in his own was…surprisingly pleasant overall.

Joey stifled a gasp when he saw the inside of the limo. The interior was all posh black leather and bright white lights.

"Holy shit."

Kaiba smirked. "Not used to such fineries, are you mu-Joey?"

Joey didn't respond as he was too busy throwing himself across the seats, momentarily forgetting that his fingers were still interlocked with Kaiba's. The momentum from Joey's leap pulled Kaiba into the vehicle as well. Joey landed on the seats, whilst Kaiba's face made friends with the floor.

Joey chuckled. "Oh my god. Are ya okay?"

"I'm fine." Kaiba grumbled, pulling himself from the floor and taking a seat next to Joey. Joey sat up quickly, not wanting to look more like a child than he already did. He and Kaiba were sitting so close together, their shoulders and knees were touching. After a moment, Kaiba recaptured Joey's hand-this time stroking it in a way that could almost be described as affectionate. Joey felt a slow blush creep it's way up his neck.

"Losing already, are we?" Kaiba whispered into Joey's ear, his hot breath further igniting Joey's blush.

"Dat doesn't mean much...anyone would be blushin'." Joey squeaked.

"I wouldn't."

"How can ya be so sure of dat?"

"I'm not easily flustered."

Joey rolled his eyes. "No shit, you're practically a brick wall sometimes."

"Whatever."

Joey sensed that Kaiba's patience with him was running thin, so he took the liberty of shutting his mouth and enjoying the scenery instead. A mere minutes later, Kaiba's mansion came into view. The well-tended garden and white marble columns gave the place an air of regality, not unlike the one that surrounded Kaiba himself.

Kaiba stepped out of the vehicle first, dragging Joey along behind him like a troublesome child.

"Why's everythin' ya own gotta be so fuckin' extra," Joey asked, a teasing expression falling over his rugged features. "Are ya compensatin' for somethin?"

Kaiba scowled. "Penis jokes. How charming."

"Ooh did I hit a nerve?" Joey jabbed a finger into the brunette's side teasingly.

"No," Kaiba sighed. "You've just reminded me why I despise you so much in the first place."

"Dick jokes?"

"You're immaturity. It's infuriating," He let out an annoyed huff as his hand absentmindedly combed through his immaculate brown locks. "I'm beginning to wonder why I agreed to this stupid competition in the first place."

Joey rolled his eyes. Kaiba could be such a drama queen sometimes.

As they crossed the threshold, Joey couldn't help but openly gape at the expansive room before him. Every inch of the space was the same blindingly flawless white as the building had been on the outside. Joey could see his reflection perfectly in the white tile floor. He stuck out his tongue at the floor, giggling as his reflection did the same. When Joey looked back up he found Kaiba's intense gaze focused on him with a slightly bemused expression.

"What's with dat look?"

"You reminded me of my brother for a moment."

"I did?"

"He also likes to make ridiculous faces at himself in the tiles. Sometimes he'll slide around on them in socks too."

Joey took a moment to imagine the fun he could have sliding across the slippery tile floors. "Can we-"

"You can after dinner if you'd like." Kaiba interrupted, pointing a slim finger in the direction of what appeared to be a dining room.

"I'm not a fuckin' dog, Kaiba. Ya can't just point somewhere an expect me ta go."

Kaiba's eyebrow twitched. "Don't you want food?"

"Yeah, of course, but I'm not gonna go unless ya ask nicely."

"Ask nicely? You're in my house, you'll be eating my food, and I'm going to let you slide your dirty feet all over my floor later! Why the hell should I have to ask nicely just for you to eat dinner with me." Kaiba said through clenched teeth.

"Dat's no way ta play da game, Kaiba! You're gonna lose if ya keep bein' mean ta me."

Kaiba's eyes widened at the word 'lose'. He sighed, regaining his composure. "Okay, care to join me for dinner," He paused, a dark look quickly passing through his cold eyes. "...darling?

"I'd love ta," Joey responded, linking his arm with Kaiba's. "But if ya call me darling again, I'll beat da shit outta ya."

Kaiba chuckled. "I wish I'd known that before I nearly choked on the word."

The dining room table was barely visible under the plethora of food platters neatly placed across its surface. Joey's mouth fell open, watering at the sight of so many delicious-looking dishes.

"Like what you see?" Kaiba teased. He pulled out a chair for Joey, and went around to the other side of the table, taking the seat directly across from the other.

"I've neva seen so much food in one place." Joey whispered in awe as he began grabbing one of everything in reach. Kaiba made no move to grab anything. He merely watched Joey ravage the dishes like some sort of starved madman.

"I had a feeling the best way to your heart was through your stomach."

"Nice try, but I'm not gonna be fallin' all ova ya because of food-no matta how good it is!"

"Are you sure about that? You haven't even seen the dessert yet."

"Dere's dessert too?" Joey whispered, tears of joy springing from his amber eyes.

"You really are quite easy to impress."

"Is dat a bad thing?"

"No. It's a good thing."

Joey's mouth fell open. Bits of food came tumbling out. "W-was dat a compliment?"

"Perhaps."

"First time for everythin' I guess…"

"I told you earlier that you look nice. Does that not count as a compliment?"

"You said I look 'nicer than usual' which is almost an insult if ya think about it."

The mutt somehow managed to finish every plate of food placed near him whilst still making conversation. It might've been impressive if he hadn't also made a huge mess.

As soon as Joey finished scraping food off the last plate, he began to hastily remove his shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"Ya told me I could slide across ya floor, remember.

He had told him that, hadn't he? "Yes, I do. Don't hurt yourself or make any more of a mess than you already have."

"Don't ya wanna come with me?"

Seto sighed. His patience with the blonde had been tested a few too many times tonight. "Why would I want to do something so childish?"

"I dunno. Ya really need ta lighten up though. You're gonna die young if ya keep tryin' ta act like an adult before you're even outta high school."

"Of all people to be giving me life advice, you're definitely the least qualified, Wheeler."

"Come on, just try ta have a lil fun?"

"Why should I?"

"Well ya got nothin' ta lose, an no reason not ta."

Seto reluctantly started pulling off his shoes. "Don't make me regret this."

Joey beamed back at him, completely missing-or perhaps ignoring- the annoyed tone behind Seto's words. The moment Seto's shoes were off, Joey was pulling him into the expansive, tiled front room.

"Watch dis!" The blonde shouted, taking a running start and sliding halfway across the room. As he slowed, his momentum caused him to fall into the floor face first.

"Nice one." Seto called out.

"I'd like ta see ya try!"

"Very well," Seto took off running, leaping into the air after he'd gained some momentum. When he hit the ground, he slid to a stop right next to Joey. "Need help?" He offered Joey a hand, which was taken with much reluctance.

"Why ya gotta be good at literally everythin'?"

"It's just a fun little thing that comes with being me."

Joey gave him an odd look. "I just thought a somethin'"

"You thought of something?"

"Dis floor's probably great for dancin'"

"Do you even know how to dance?"

"Uhh Tea taught me how ta salsa?"

"That'll work." Seto pulled out his phone, hooking up the Bluetooth to the overhead stereo and selecting a salsa playlist.

"Faaancy."

Seto took the blonde teen's hands into his own. The dance began as an awkward mess as both teens struggled to find rhythm, but after a few minutes both had found their bearings and they were twirling around each other like they'd been dancing together their whole lives.

Seto laughed, surprising even himself with the light, carefree sound of it.

Joey dropped his hands abruptly, his wide eyes locking on Seto. "Was dat you?"

"I'm the only other person in here."

"Don't go all cold on me again, Kaiba! Not afta i've heard dat. Ta think you've been holdin' out on us did whole time..."

"'Holding out'?"

"Yeah! Hate ta break it ta ya man but ya laugh is adorable."

Seto felt a twinge of embarrassment and also a little bit of pride at that-had he been someone of weaker will he might've even blushed.

"It's getting a bit late…"

"Yeah I guess it is...I mean it's already like," Joey took a quick peek at his watch. "Midnight!? How's it already midnight? Oh my god we got school tomorrow!" Before Seto could respond, the boy had vanished, leaving behind a Joey-shaped cloud.

"What a dolt." Seto muttered to no one in particular.

Aaaand that's the end of the first chapter folks! Please review! :D

Writing Joey's accent is absolute hell ;~;

Also I don't know if I did that good of a job proofreading this...

EDIT: I KNEW I DID A BAD JOB PROOFREADING! HOW DID I MISS THE FACT THAT ALL THE ITALICS WERE DELETED?