Hello again, y'all! Sorry about the long lapse in update, but there was school, summer, lazy procrastination, you know the schtick. So, here's chapter three. Again, I own nothing but the plot. At least, I hope I own the plot. I'm pretty sure I do...Well, anyway, I own the plot, so there!! If anyone reads this anyways, I'd like to add a little note: I had written (on paper) nine chapters before the end of my school year. So, if anyone reviews and says "Hey! You took that from another story", I will tell you that, no, I did not. Anyway, also, this story was not intended to be yaoi or anything. I had toyed with the idea, but realised that because so many of these pairings exist, very few seem to believe that the two can just be friends. Anyway, here's the chapter...belated, but here.

Chapter Three–Black Coffee

When Seto came back down stairs, he saw that the servants had already dried and changed Katsuya into some warmer, dryer clothes. He was now propped against the arm of the couch, wrapped in a blanket, still asleep. His bruises had been tended to and there was a small ice pack set against the lump on the side of his head. Mokuba was half-sitting on the couch, looking in Katsuya's direction, but clearing not seeing him. He turned idly towards the stairs and jumped when he saw Seto at the bottom.

"Nii-sama," he said, running up to his brother with a cup of coffee. "Here you go. Fresh, hot coffee." His hands brushed Seto's as he passed him the cup. "And it's a good thing, too. You're freezing!! Come on. Sit down and warm up."

Mokuba led his brother to a large easy chair and nearly pushed him into it. Seto's teeth chattered slightly as he loosened his jaw for a drink. The coffee felt scalding against his throat, but, since it was the warmest thing he had felt in hours, he was not going to complain. After all of this, he was sure he would have some illness over the weekend. Not that it would stop him from working, or anything. Almost immediately after he had finished half of the cup, and set it down on a side table, Mokuba began talking.

"What were you doing out there? What happened, Nii-sama? What happened to Jounouchi? Why didn't you call for a car? I'm sorry I told you today was going to be a nice day. I'm sorry I told you to not take a car. I'm sorry you got so wet. I'm sorry–-"

Seto put the tips of his fingers to Mokuba's lips. "Shhhhhh," he said. "Not quite so loud. I'm getting a migraine." Mokuba nodded as Seto began to explain what had happened as much as he knew it. Of course, as people who have been walking, drenched, in pouring rain are wont to do, some of the details were slightly over-exaggerated, but, nonetheless, his recount was fit to every detail.

"But Seto," Mokuba began, once his brother had finished, "I still don't understand why?"

"Why what, Mokie?"

"Why did you bring Jou here? You don't even like him."

"Well," Seto replied, tensing ever-so-slightly, a wry smile touching his lips, "I couldn't just let my mutt drown, could I?"

And, as though in response to hearing his name, Katsuya woke up.