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Joey Wheeler ran as fast as he possibly could through the dark rainy night. Watery drops blurred his vision. He was so close to Seto Kaiba's house. He knew if he ran there he would be safe due to Seto's large security system.

Joey's abusive father had hired a gunman to take Joey out for good. He was worthless to his father now he had been fired from his job. Joey's loud gasps as he tried to run faster drowned out the man's footsteps.

He saw Seto's manor up ahead. He let a slight smile dominate his face. Joey dived for the bars, luckily he was skinny enough to squeeze through them. Joey's feet pounded on the cement of Seto's walkway as he ran for the thick wooden doors.

Joey allowed himself to slow for a fleeting moment. He knew Seto hated him, but he couldn't deny him if he were trying to be killed. Joey's chest throbed from the strain on his wounds. He let a hand dart to the deep ache. Joey stopped all of a sudden to catch his breath before he collapsed in agony.

Suddenly a sharp painful twinge hit his neck. Pain wracked his body as the bullet rang as it shot from the gun.

Seto Kaiba woke with a jerk when an exploding noise filled the air. He was immediately from his bed and out the door to check on Mokuba.

"Seto!" a small voice called out, "What was that?"

"It's alright Mokie. It was probably just some dumb hunters. Go back to bed and get some rest. You still have school tomorrow." Seto bent in front of Mokie and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll go deal with them."

"But what if they hurt you?!" Mokuba whispered.

"They'll have hell to pay. Now off to bed." Seto replied.

"Yes Seto. Please be careful." Mokuba turned and went into his room with a soft 'I love you'.

Seto shot down the stairs. He grabbed his white trench coat, and walked outside.

Roland stood at the bottom of the steps touching something.

"What is it?" Seto asked.

"A boy, sir." Roland replied.

Seto slid to the bottom and bent next to him. Hands were covering soft blonde hair. Hair that Seto recognized.

When he pulled the hands away he saw a boy with blood leaking from his ears and nose. Every time the boy opened his mouth blood spilled out. That boy was Joey Wheeler.

Joey managed to reach his hand out and grasp Seto's sleeve, and say, "He...help m...m...me."

Seto's eyes widened a considerable amount. "Where is the wound?" He said on instinct.

"Side of the neck, sir. It is covering most of the air flow." Roland replied.

Seto looked at Roland, knowing this was not a wound you could walk away from.

Seto picked Joey up and carried him inside. He brought Joey to a room close by, and laid him on a soft bed. He bent down next to his head and stared into Joey's bloodshot eyes.

"Just relax, Wheeler. Everything is all right." Seto said softly, trying his best to soothe the dying boy.

Joey gasped when Seto pushed something under his neck. Right below the wound. Seto ran a hand across Joey's forehead, and mumbled relaxing words.

Joey started to whimper. Seto grasped his jerking hand, "Shhh shhh Joey. It's okay. Just try to sleep.'

"A...am I d...dy...dyin', S...Ka...kaiba?" Joey whispered.

Seto didn't want to lie, nor did he want to say the words. Seto swallowed and gave a curt nod.

Joey grasped tighter onto Seto's hand. He stared up at the roof. Words incoherently jumbled out of Joey's bloody mouth. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready for this. Joey felt burning hot tears slash paths along his face. He felt Seto's fingers run across his cheeks as he mumbled the words 'don't cry' over and over again. Through blurred vision he could slightly make out the hazardous tear flow from Seto's own eyes. "Y... a ar... are cr...cry...in'... to...o."

Joey watched as Seto brushed tears off of his cheeks. "Okay. Let's make a deal; you stop crying and I will, too."

Joey nodded. He blinked back as much tears as he possibly could. "I d... don... don' w...wan... wanna d... die." Joey said whimpering.

"I know, but I am right here, so you don't have anything to worry about. I know you hate this, and you don't deserve this, but you don't have a choice. I'm so sorry Joey." Seto said grazing his lips across Joey's knuckles.

Joey caressed his fingers through Seto's hair, "Ple...ase pr...ot...ect Se...ren...ity, a...n s...ay go...od-b...bye to Yu...g a...n th...a g...a...ng for m...e."

Seto nodded. "Of course."

Joey watched as Seto bent up and pressed his lips to Joey's softly. Their lips moved together in a gentle rhythm. Joey's lips were kind of shaky, but Seto didn't mind. When they pulled apart Seto bent back down. His fingers curled with Joey's once more, and tighter than before.

Joey buried his nose into Seto's hand. "I l...lo...love y...ya, m...mon...money b...bags."

Seto smiled warmly, "I love you too, mutt."

"I a...ain..ain't a d...dog, K...kai...kai...ba." Joey replied weakly punching Seto's shoulder.

Seto chuckled, "Even dying you can make a joke."

"Ya k...kno...know me. Al...alwa...always got...ta be tha jo...joke...ster." Joey said smiling as best he could. "Mmm t...tire...d K...kaiba."

"Call me Seto, please." Seto asked with a quivering lip.

"C...can I g...go t...ta s...sle...ep, S...seto?" Joey asked with heavy eyelids.

Seto squeezed his hand twice, and then nodded, "Bye Joey."

"Mmmm." Joey hummed.

Joey looked into Seto's sharp blue eyes. They stared into each other's souls. Joey let his eyes fall shut, and Seto's icy pupils were the last things he saw before falling into death.

(AN: Hi, I hope you like this story. Please don't forget to R R. And if you do think there is anything I should change please notify me. And a good Damn bye to you.