Disclaimer: I don't Yu-Gi-Oh, I think I've said this before.

Warning: Cussin' & Naughty Bathroom scene

AN: You should know by now that this is a repost of Locker 313. Sorry for the wait guys, my second semester has started & I'm lost in the world of Academia. This chapter is actually a complete add-on from the original so for those of you who've read LK313, you're in for a treat. Hope ya like. ^_^


" But Mrs. Weatherly, I gotta piss like a race horse!"

" Young man! I will not tolerate such language in my classroom."

" Yeah well, can ya tolerate me peein' out da window cuz dats wat I'm a do if ya don't let me hit da can in a few." Joey's fifth period math class broke out laughing. Mrs. Weatherly's face was horror-stricken.

" That'll be all Mr. Wheeler! " The plump red head held out a pass. With a triumphant smile, Joey made his way up the aisle.

" Thank ya kindly." The blond snatched up the slip and walked out the classroom. Once he was out of earshot, he began humming.

A senior citizen with a walker and a severe case of osteoporosis could move faster than he was. Joey really didn't have to pee; he needed an escape from his least favorite class.

Chancing a look at the hallway clock, he read 11:35 am. A good twenty-five minutes before his class would end and he had no intentions on returning.

Smiling to himself, Joey made his way up the stairs to the third floor. Only a few students were roaming the halls; here and there, shuffling along, completely oblivious to the blond. Which was fine by him.

A nameless tune played in Joey's head as he continued on into the bathroom, choosing the first urinal. As he went about his business, his ears picked up a strange noise. It was as if some wounded animal were gasping for air but hadn't the strength to.

Finishing what he'd come for, he zipped his jeans and went to a sink to wash his hands. Listening for the source of the sound, he realized it was from the one stall in the restroom. Hesitantly, Joey tip-toed his way down towards the noise, his curiosity winning over any other reasoning he might have. The door to the stall was slightly ajar, leaving a sufficient enough space for Joey to peek through and see what was making the noise.

If he'd ever wanted to be blind, now was sure the time.

It was nowhere near a wounded animal or anything remotely close to death; although the French do refer to it as "la petite mort". His eyes first fell onto the mass of pale blond hair being clutched tightly by a strong hand. Then his eyes roamed over to see that the hand belonged to none other than Bakura, whose eyes were closed and teeth clenched. His face held a mixture of anguish and pleasure.

Believe it or not, of all things Joey Wheeler would have ever hope to see in four years of High School, Malik on his knees giving Bakura a blowjob was not one of them.

For a moment, Joey just stood there, paralyzed and watching; the images reaching his eyes but never really turning the cogs in his brain. The two participants were far too engross to even notice his present. Then Bakura moaned.

Joey was out the door before his eyes could melt, bulldozing an unsuspecting victim to the ground.

" WHAT THE FUCK!?!"

"Ah man, sorry!!"

" Wheeler? What the FUCK is your problem?!?!" The blatantly pissed off voice clued Joey in, he just mauled over Seto Kaiba.

" Whoa, I'm sorry man, so didn't mean…here.." Joey extended his hand out awkwardly only to have Kaiba slapped it away.

" Is this to become habitual mutt?"

" Hey look, I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to…okay?" Kaiba responded with his patented death glare. Joey had to admit it wasn't as intimidating when the brunette was flat on his ass. " Come on. Up and at 'em Moneybags." Grabbing the older boy by his shoulder and elbow, Joey brought Kaiba to his feet.

" Enough." Kaiba shook Joey off. He reached for his fallen briefcase as Joey let out a sigh of disbelief.

" You're a jerk, ya know dat?"

" That so? " Kaiba smirked, unraveling Joey's nerves even more.

"Ya know wat, screw dis!" Joey walked away but he got as far as three steps before he heard the bathroom door open. Suddenly he remembered why he crashed into Kaiba in the first place.

CRAP!

" Kaiba wait!" He had already walked in when Joey grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

" Wheeler! Seriously WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!?!?!" Kaiba shoved Joey a little more than necessary.

" Ya can't go in der!"

Kaiba sighed deeply.

He was tired, frustrated, and very possibly hungry. Not only did it seem that Joey was out to get him but the world in general. It was the second Friday of October and he had spent every night since the first, staying up till the wee hours of morning. Writing reports, negotiating, firing, board meeting after board meeting, barely eating, doing homework, and Joey's erratic behavior was the very last thing he needed.

" Must I add 'press sexual harassment charges against Joseph A. Wheeler' to my to-do list?"

" No! Dude, I said I…WAIT!!! How ya know I got a middle name?!"

" I know enough about anyone. Now if you'll excuse me…" but before Kaiba could fully turn, Joey scrambled between him and the door.

" I'm tellin' ya Kaiba, ya DON'T want ta go in der! You can pee in da other bathroom!"

" The one on the other side of the building?" Kaiba snorted. " Down boy." and he pushed Joey, walking straight into the bathroom. Stupid mutt.

He set his briefcase down underneath a sink and turned the faucet. Letting only the hot water run, he watched as the water became cloudy and created steam. He decided that looking into the mirror only proved to piss him off even more than need be.

He had dark circles declaring refuge underneath his sapphire eyes, skin colored an off white porcelain, lips almost paper-thin and a shades lighter. At least my hair's in order. Running his fingers through prove otherwise as it was the natural oil buildup keeping his hair immaculate. Lovely.

By that point, Kaiba could no longer ignore the noises coming from the last stall. As certain as he was that he did not want to know, he approached anyway. With the stall door now wide open, he could look into the mirror across from it and see what had sent Joey fleeing. Some things are better left unseen.

Kaiba cleared his throat and turned on his heel. He calmly made his way to the sink and picked up his briefcase. With his free hand, he adjusted the top buttons of his school uniform. He cleared his throat once more and opened the bathroom door.

Joey had stayed outside the door, counting in his head how long Kaiba stayed. When the door opened, he didn't even bother hiding the shit-eating grin.

" I'd hate at say I told ya so but…"

" Yes mutt, and now I may very well need to gauge my eyes out with a rusted spoon." Despite the deep calm in Kaiba's voice, Joey could not help but burst out laughing.

There were a million other things Kaiba could be doing right then and there. Mainly going home and going to sleep. The very idea of closing his eyes longer than blinking, caused his shoulders to sag.

" Sign me up," Joey managed between laughs " I'm a have nightmares!"

Kaiba snorted, looking on as Joey continued to laugh. " Well, if you don't mind, I've got a meeting to attend concerning an oxidized utensil."

"A wat now?" Kaiba sighed heavily.

" I forgot big words just confuse you."

" Dude, the fuck! I am not as stupid as ya make me out ta be and I'm fuckin' sick of it. You're always on my case bout one thing or anotha, callin' stupid dog, mutt, pathetic, and a shitload more. Wat have I honestly ever done for you to hate me?" Joey's eyes bore into Kaiba's like pit in a dogfight, cornering his enemy, ready and more than willing to bite its neck off.

He had expected a dumb ass retort. Some spitfire. Some growling and grunting, maybe even a punch to the face, but a full-blown answer-me-now question….was so not what Kaiba expected.

"I don't hate…" he cleared his throat before he could finish his. Joey's eyes widen to the size of saucers, letting his words soak through.

" Ya don't?"

"Of course I do. I've got better…"

" But you…you jus said you.."

" No, you didn't let me finish my sentence."

" Then finish!"

" I forgot and now I'm leaving." Kaiba turned sharply around and began taking long strides away from the blond. He made it about one solid step before Joey was walking alongside.

" Oh no, finish ya statement Mr. Kaiba."

" Which one?" looking straight ahead and completely avoiding Joey.

" Don't fuck wit me, you said ya didn't hate me."

" I did? When?" Kaiba spared a glance, quicken his pace. " You have no proof. Besides, who are we to believe?"

" Believe?! Kaiba, YOU said it! Da fact dat ya avoidin' it only proves it."

" Go away. Fetch." By this time the two had made it down the hallway to the opening of a stairwell. Kaiba attempted to push the door open but Joey intercepted.

" Kaiba. Seriously. Dis is ridiculous! We're too old for dis shit."

Seto's eyes found themselves transfixed to the fingers now wrapped around his wrist. They were strong, rough, but warm. It felt like sandpaper in place of gauze for a wound. He felt a heavy pulse against his own. Softly, and very unlike himself, Kaiba spoke.

" Will it matter? You and I exist on different rungs of the ladder. If I tell you that I don't in fact hate you, then what? We become friends? We right all the wrongs in the past, all the insults, all the fights? " He cleared his throat and freed his hand. " Is that it Wheeler?"

Joey smiled, baffling the CEO. " So ya don't hate me?"

Kaiba sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time. " No Wheeler, I don't hate you but I'm getting sick of looking at you. I seriously have better things to do than a 'heart to heart' with you." He pushed through the door and began his descent. Don't follow me. Clambering footsteps did otherwise.

" Hang on!" Kaiba slowly turned to find Joey two steps above him. This made him the taller of the two. " So if ya don't hate me, den why ya always on my case?"

Better give him what he wants. " Because it's fun."

" The fuck?"

" Yes. You're like a dog, playing with all the bones thrown your way. It's fun to watch."

" Asshole!"

" We all have one."

" Did you just make a funny?"

"A what?"

" Never mind…I…I don't hate ya either."

Kaiba's left eye twitched, then he deadpanned. " I can die happy."

" Okay, maybe a lil."

" That's better." Seto smirked, readjusting the grip on his briefcase. " Am I free to leave…without you tagging along?"

" Yeah…but um…one last thing."

" Go ahead Wheeler, I've listened this far."

" Joey. The name's Joey. Not mutt, not mongrel, not Wheeler. Just Joey."

" And it's always Kaiba to you."


AN2: This is totally UN-BETA-ed so if there's really bad mistakes, feel free to put it in a review so I may fix it. lol