A/N: Hai, this is the first view at my first fanfic, which is a Puppyshipping! I know, it is not that great at the moment, but the story WILL get better! Please tell me what you think and help me think of new ideas so the story can improve and become a good smut : ). (Edited by SeptimaDesu)

Disclaimer: YuGiOh is not owned by my person, but in fact the person no other than Kazuki Takahashi. Any characters in this story belong to his creative mind and not mine own. Enjoy : D.

Chapter 1: Noteworthy, But Never Noticed…

Jounouchi sighed and walked into the classroom, knowing that class must have all ready started. He was late again; not that it mattered overmuch anyway. The teacher would go on lecturing as he walked to his seat. Eyes of other students would just stare at their sensei as he sat down, never looking in his direction, as if he had not existed or wasn't late at all.

He sighed again as he sat quickly and looked around. Anzu and Yuugi were both absent. It made him a tad bit curious as to why, since they never missed a day at school. Also out of the ordinary was the fact that Kaiba was not absent. This was the first time in many a month that he had actually showed up to school. He was usually busy with some kind of development at work with the latest Dueling Disk or game.

Jounouchi glared at Kaiba. "What?" He thought, "Now he thinks he can pop in at any given time and just waltz his way through graduation?" He huffed and started to doodle on a piece of paper from his notebook, feeling like a hypocrite himself. But he studied at home, out of sight of his teachers and peers. He would feign stupidity for as long as he could before the school realized he was intelligent. Not like Kaiba. Course not, but he really was very intelligent, even if he wasn't smart, as the aforementioned CEO was.

If nothing else, watching Kaiba had taught him that people knowing how much you can do will only bite you in the ass…

When the bell rang, he looked at his doodle before closing his notebook and placing it in his school case. He couldn't believe that throughout his rants in his mind, he had drawn Kaiba. Not only had he drawn Kaiba, but he had drawn the brunet with his piercing blue eyes staring at him very strangely. The look they held gave the impression that he knew he was the subject of a portrait. Jounouchi grabbed his case and stood before turning his head to see Kaiba brushing past the desks in an attempt to make it out of the room as quickly as possible.

Again, he was late to class. He didn't care anymore. No one else did, so why should he?

This time though, someone WAS looking at him. Just one single person, and it was with the same soul-searing expression that Jounouchi had drawn earlier. Kaiba was looking intensely as Jounouchi took his seat. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Jounouchi forced himself to look away and go back to doodling. Good god, that was creepy. What was up with the rich bastard today? And he thought that having Kaiba look at him with contempt was bad.

This time, when the bell rang, he looked at his drawing and saw that he had erased the frown and replaced it with a smile, and changed the eyes to a rather evil expression. This face he knew for a fact was in the other teen's repertoire, even if only on occasion. Maybe it wasn't any good for his nerves, but part of him felt like seeing what would happen. He was rather hoping to find out that it was just a coincidence that Kaiba had looked at him the exact same way that he did in the drawing. And yet, the possibilities rendered him in the case that it was not coincidence made a strange sort of excitement well up in his chest.

It was now noon, and time for lunch. His previous two classes had been the only ones that he shared with Kaiba, so unless he saw the CEO during lunch, he would not know if the drawing was a mere coincidence or not.

He ate his Sakura bun and watched as others joined in conversation about the events so far in the past week. He spaced out and let each bite tickle his tongue with the paste from the bun. Tasty, tasty Sakura bun…he sighed as he finished, feeling somewhat depressed and not knowing why. He chalked it up to the fact that he was out of lunch.

The next day, Jounouchi was late to class once more, and noticed Yuugi and Anzu were gone again; Kaiba Seto was not. Sitting at his desk staring at him with the same expression as he had drawn the day before—that far-too-wide-to-be-a-smile sort of grin, and villainous eyes. His curiosity struck even harder as he took his seat. Could he really control how Kaiba looked at him, or was the CEO sneaking glances at his drawings and copying the looks he drew? But then, why would the man do that? Kaiba hardly felt any particular interest in him, unless he was taking an opportunity to humiliate him. Then again, the man was a genius—he could easily have some kind of evil plan cooked up right now.

He had to figure this out.

So during class he drew a completely different picture on the back of the paper. He tried to be as detailed as possible in the amount of time that he had class. That didn't mean his ass was right out of the seat the moment the bell sounded. Jounouchi tried to get out of the room first, but he'd taken a seat in the back of the room to avoid detection from the sensei, so he ended up stuck in traffic.

When he made it out of the room, he turned left to go enjoy lunch hour. He wasn't going to the cafeteria today. It smelled funny, and his friends weren't around anyway. He wished Honda at least was in school, but he was visiting his relatives out of town...

The blond stopped short on his trek through the now-empty hallway as he saw a slender figure in his path.

Kaiba was leaning against the wall opposite the row of windows that lined the hallway, and stared at Jounouchi as he walked. And to add an interesting effect, he drew a lit cigarette to his mouth.

Laughing internally, Jounouchi convinced himself that these instances of Kaiba doing what he actually drew were coincidence. It would never happen. The previous glances were just happenstance. But he couldn't talk himself into discontinuing his experiments; wasn't it only natural that he would keep trying until he realized if it was true or not?

"What are you doing, Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked, approaching the other teenager.

Kaiba's apathetic expression did not falter.

"Are you trying to assert that my behaviour is truly a concern for the likes of you?"

"Well…no, actually. But ain't it against school rules to smoke inside the building?"

Kaiba took one of the cigs out of a carton he'd had in his pocket and offered one to Jounouchi.

"Maybe the dog is curious. Go ahead and try one for yourself, if you're so determined to think you're people."

Jounouchi looked half amused and half nervous. But against his better judgment he took the cigarette and realized that he was curious. Damn it all, he probably wouldn't have been if Kaiba hadn't made it look so cool! It was his fault if he got lung cancer now…

"Here," Kaiba leaned toward him and lit the end of Jounouchi's fag with the smoldering butt of his own cigarette, and a look that was oh so seductive, making the blond flush steadily darker until Kaiba finally left his personal space and went back to staring off.

Jounouchi held back on coughing up the smoke to make himself look "cool" to Kaiba, not sure about why he was all of a sudden making himself known to him. Okay, so maybe the drawings had something to do with it. And also the fact that Kaiba looked like one sexy son of a bitch smoking in his school uniform. Jounouchi took another drag in an attempt to distract himself from any thoughts of that nature.

Nice moments like this, of course, always had to be ruined. Both Kaiba and Jounouchi heard a teacher calling out. While the blond freaked out, the other kept smoking.

"I have money," Kaiba blew smoke out of his mouth and watched it dance and curl through the air, "They won't do shit to me."

Jounouchi didn't believe him at first, but then he recalled the time that Kaiba had kidnapped Yuugi's grandfather and hospitalized him with no repurcussions whatsoever. Aside from the whole mind crush thing. They remained leaning against the wall, smoking and looking as delinquent as the next rule-breakers as an older, harrowed-looking man approached them and spoke, angrily at first.

"Smoking underage, in my school, is unforgivable!" The school principal declared, and for a moment Jounouchi felt a bit guilty. He didn't exactly hate the principal, but then again…what had the man done for him? "This is absolutely against regulation! That any students would feel at liberty to-"

He stopped short when he saw Kaiba kick off the wall and stare straight at him with icy blue eyes, applying the glare that anyone acquainted with Kaiba knew could turn a man's very soul into a freezing tempest. Nothing was said, but the two pairs of eyes were locked until the Principal spoke.

"Oh, it's only Kaiba-sama! Do continue and please forgive me!" Kaiba leaned back into the wall, and the principal bowed and bowed apologetically, steadily moving away until he had backed off far enough to run out of sight.

Kaiba threw the cigarette to the floor and stomped on it, letting the embers die slowly as he watched it with shrewd, expressionless eyes. Perhaps he imagined it was Yuugi. He looked at Jounouchi. There was a moment of silence as the taller man stared at the blond. Then Jounouchi blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the brunet had his hands against the wall on either side of Jounouchi's head and was leaning closer than was appropriate for two completely heterosexual males.

"I know what you're thinking," the CEO purred, less like a cat and more like a tiger anticipating dinner, "You really are too easy to read. But you have piqued my interest, so I'll gladly take you for myself." He pushed off of the wall and began to walk away. Then he paused to speak again.

"Know this, Jounouchi," he stated, his voice commanding, "I abhor petulance. Do not try to run away."

With that, the tall man continued on his way to class, leaving Jounouchi in his wake wearing an expression of shock and wondering what the fuck he'd managed to bring upon himself.