Okay, my stupid computer ate the original and now, I'm saving after every paragraph. -super glare and kick- Anyway, on to some Honda x Seto goodness.

One thing every Seto fan should know- Seto Kaiba is a jerk. He just can't help it. He'll insult you and leave you to rot in despair. But that's why we love him, ne?

And, I LOVE Honda. He's one of my favorite supporting characters in almost anything I've seen. Now, I'd like it if I was getting reads for more than just the idea of Seto in a patient's dress being defenseless to any fangirls. Spare him and give Honda some fangirls. He deserves 'em. He makes a guy being mother hen-like sexy. xD

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Honda groaned as he walked to the hospital's bottom floor elevator. His crazy uncle wanted him to come and get some shots and yet- hadn't he just got some two weeks ago? Honda sighed as he boarded the elevator silently. It smelt like metal and, for some reason, Honda could never stand the smell of metal. He had no idea why he took the elevator; he felt like he was suffocating in the thing. When the doors finally opened on the 4th floor, Honda stumbled out and to the door that had a gold plate lining. But before he could open the door, he heard shouting. Familiar shouting.

"What do you mean no moving? I run a company! I can't just take a vacation! What are you thinking!"

Honda's eyes widened as he recognized the voice. That was Seto Kaiba! He didn't know old uncle Minoru treated him. Honda took his chances and opened the office door, revealing Seto Kaiba sitting up on a doctor's bed in a patient's dress, throwing a tantrum.

"Oh, Honda! If you'll stand aside while I finish Mr. Kaiba's check up." Minoru waved a gesturing hand at Honda.

Seto glared over at Honda, "What are you doing here?"

"For your information, Dr. Minoru is my uncle." Honda retorted, glaring back.

Seto smirked, glancing to the side, "So idiocy does run through the family."

"Shut up, Kaiba."

"Now, now, boys. We're all done here, Mr. Kaiba. I just need you to fill out this form and you can go. Honda, come stand over here so you can get those shots."

Honda shifted over to where the light-haired man pointed and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout adorning his lips.

"Here." Seto hissed, shoving the clipboard into Minoru's hands.

"Hey, um, Mr. Kaiba! I can't approve this."

"What?" Seto hissed, already irritated with the fact he had to even speak to the aging man.

"Well, you need a proper caretaker. I'm afraid your little brother won't do."

There was a long silence as Seto quickly reeled over who else he could entrust his safety in. He wasn't going for just any. Someone he could actually trust. There were his bodyguards, but they already did a horrible enough job keeping fangirls off him. He knew that Mokuba wouldn't do anymore. Who else was there?

Minoru cleared his throat loudly, "Why not... Honda?"

The question struck something deep within both Seto and Honda. A sudden ... hatred for the man.

"You must be joking."

"Like you say, Mr. Kaiba, I don't joke." Minoru once again waved his clipboard in Honda's direction.

It was apparent that the aging man wasn't joking. He cleared his throat again. Sure, Honda was a little... obsessive-compulsive, but that didn't interrupt the fact that he was a very responsible and trust-worthy young man.

"Mr. Kaiba, I have many other appointments. I'm giving you 5 minutes. Otherwise, it's Honda."

There was another long silence as Seto reeled again. He didn't like the brunette at all, but what other choice did he have? It wasn't like he was Pegasus...

"Oop, time's up! Alright, Honda, come sign this line down here."

Honda stood still, refusing to move. For all he was concerned, the selfish CEO could rot in in the deepest pits of hell.

"I'll pay you..."

Honda glanced at his uncle before hesitantly taking the pen and signing.

"This had better be good."

"I knew you'd consider. After all, Mr. Kaiba's just a defenseless soul that needs to be taken care of. Now, I'll need both of you to come back tomorrow at about 2:30pm so we can come up with a plan for you."

"Hn." Seto grunted as he dragged himself off the doctor's bed and out the door, limping the whole way.

Minoru smiled back at Honda, "I sure hope you have a lot of tolerance!"

"I can't believe I signed that..."

"I can't either. I know how Mr. Kaiba practically hates Yuugi-tachi. But he's your problem now. You'll have live with him until he's better. And when he is, you'll get your full pay."

"Wait- live with him?"

"Yes, live with him. Encase you didn't read the contract- which I get the feeling you didn't – you're bond to Mr. Kaiba. You have to stay by his side and care to his needs. Anything he can't do, you have to do for him."

Honda frowned, "I am not touching him."

"Oh, don't be so sure. You might even have to dress him every morning. It's all up to Mr. Kaiba's immune system and ability to recover. Plus how bad the accident damaged him."

Honda's eyes suddenly widened, "Dress him?"

"What? I thought you enjoyed the thought of tall, slender boys half-naked." Minoru smirked, shuffling around in the closet like compartment in the corner of his office.

A tiny blush spread across Honda's face before he heavily retorted, "Knowing Kaiba..."

"He'll want to do everything himself. Or he might make you do everything. Next time, will you please read the fine print?"

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Ooh... what is this? A job, Honda? Congratulations! Oh, it's taking care of Seto, you say? Well, boo for you. xD Anyway, there's chapter one. I hope to get chapter two out real soon. Yes, I'm actually accepting flames this time Just don't roast poor Honda. As I've said, I love him! ;D