Disclaimer: Guess what my name is. I'll give you a hint: it's not Kazuki Takahashi. So any questions about whether I'm the genius who created Yu-Gi-Oh should be answered, though I won't deny being a genius, after all, I discovered fanfiction a one point in my life, and that was pretty smart you have to admit

CHAPTER 2: Begin the Sketch

"Hello Mister Kaiba," the guard, right by the doors inside, said as the three entered. Seto stopped to be friendly, all of his employee's were treated fairlyunless they looked like they were going to pull a big five. When that happened someone usually got fired.

"Hello, Nobuhiro," Seto said. "Anything interesting happen?"

"Depends on your definition of interesting," Nobuhiro Watsuki said, smiling. "If you think a couple a hot chicks coming in trying to get a sneak peak at this year's handsome young artists who they thought were in here, sure, interesting happened. If you mean any break ins with an attempt at theft or murder, sorry but no."

"Oh darn," Seto said in mock disappointment. "And I'd been praying for that to happen all day." Nobuhiro and Mokuba laughed, Joey kept quiet, too stunned at Seto's complete change of personality. Nobuhiro spotted him nonetheless.

"A new victim Mister Kaiba?" the guard joked.

"Victim sounds so vulgar. I prefer the term challenge," Seto replied.

"'Cept nothing's a challenge to you any more," Nobuhiro pointed out. Seto shrugged.

"We'll be back in a few minutes," Seto promised as he led Joey away. "Mokuba-"

"Staying put," Mokuba said, sighing.

"Exactly. Come on Wheeler." Seto grabbed Joey's hand and dragged him off to the early entries.

For Joey it was a breath-taking sight to see all the paintings as Seto uncovered them. Though they were being stored in a back room until it was time to bring them out for the show, they still conveyed all the emotion the painters had been going for to Joey. Some showed a deep sadness the artist must have been harboring for quite sometime, others held within them a sense of happiness that might make even Tea or Yugi jealous. Others still had no clear feeling to them, but left you wondering, thinking about what the message was. Joey was completely stunned just looking at them.

"Can I," he had to ask Seto, hesitantly it was true, but he had to ask. "Can I touch dem?"

"Gently," Seto said, relenting. "But be very careful Wheeler!" Joey didn't reply, he was too busy delicately fingering the painting right in front of him. It showed a house, a small summer home really, off in the distance with a woman sitting half turned to the left of the canvas to the side of it, like she was in the yard. But closer to you were jagged rocks in an seemingly uncrossable bit of ocean and to the very front was another patch of land, with another person, a man this time, kneeling down, crying by the way it appeared to be wet on the ground near him since you couldn't tell by looking at his face which you could not see. The painting was so well felt, the artist must have experienced a loss of a family member recently. The paint was smoother in some places, almost as if different brands of paint had been used for different parts, like the grass was infinitely softer than the water or rocks.

"I can't," Joey said simply as he turned away from the painting.

"Can't to what?" Seto asked, knowing the answer.

"I can't compare t' any of dese people!" Joey exclaimed. "I can't be part of your charity event Kaiba! I don't belong here, not wit people like dis in it!" He pointed to the picture.

"That was done by a boy who wished to be referred to by only one name, Myishi," Seto said thoughtfully. "His mother died last year of cancer."

"Poor guy," Joey said sympathetically.

"Yeah," Seto said, nodding. "He's fifteen. At first he didn't want to enter either. Can you think of why Wheeler?" Joey shook his head. Seto sighed. "And here I thought you were going to be smart today." Joey didn't bother with a response, Seto had just insulted him so much over the past year it had become a reflex almost.

"He didn't think he was good enough, just like you do."

"That guy!" Joey exclaimed. "But-but he's brilliant."

"I know," Seto said. "That's why I had to convince him to enter. So now I'm going to tell you what I told him.

"What do you feel when you draw or paint or do anything artistic for that matter? Are you happy? Does it cheer you up? Is it a way to pour out your sadness, your frustration? Go home and think about that for a while. Then think of what you could use that emotion to paint. If after the weekends over you still don't want to enter, I won't bother you again." Something flickered in Seto's eyes briefly, just long enough for Joey to get a glimpse of it.

"All right, Kaiba," Joey agreed. "I'll think 'bout it."

"Good," Seto said and Joey knew to take that for a thank you. "Do you need help getting home?"

"Nah," Joey said as the two went out of the room after covering up the paintings again. "I think I'll just walk home so I can think a bit." Seto nodded.

"So how'd it go?" Nobuhiro asked once Joey had left.

"Yeah, bro," Mokuba chimed in. "What'd he say?"

"He'll think about it," Seto replied. "And for once I can't say for sure if it's a guaranteed yes."

I wanted to be like you

I wanted everything

So I tried to be like you

And I got swept away


Well, Joey didn't know what to think anymore. On the one hand it would be great to finally see if people truly did like his art, that would be wonderfulbut what if it turned out he wasn't good after all. Could Seto be trying to make a fool of him?

Somehow Joey doubted that, Seto was a complex person, but Joey knew he wasn't completely heartless. That just didn't seem like a stunt Seto would pull. He wondered what his friends would think of this. Somehow he could almost imagine some of their reactions.

'What?! Kaiba wants you in his art show? Why? Is he plotting something?' Yami would undeniably demand. To him, anything involving a rival was a plot to get him.

' You never told me you were into art Joey' he could almost feel the hurt radiating off Yugi now, with his big, innocent eyes. Joey sighed and thought about the rest of the group.

' Am I supposed to care about your stupid problems?' Bakura would most likely say. Then Ryou would slap him and add, ' This sounds like a great opportunity for you, Joey. You should try it.' Of course, ever happy Ryou would never suspect any ulterior motives no matter how much time he spent with his yami who never did anything without thinking about all the consequences and benefits it would have for him.

' Damn. Now I'm going to have to give Kaiba the friendship speech' Tea would grumble. 'Because there's no other reason he would want you in his art showunless you two are dating? I knew it! I am the only one straight in this entire stupid group! It isn't fair!' Yeah, he could see it now, the steam rising out of her ears, her eyes growing wider, and him running away from her as fast as he could before explaining that he and Seto weren't dating since there would be no reasoning with her until the next day.

' Do we get to come? ' Marik and Malik would inquire innocently. Joey grimaced, thinking about the horror those two would inflict on the poor people who had come to see normal art.

And lastly Duke and Tristen wouldn't be able to answer since they would be to busy withactivities. Joey sighed. His friends wouldn't be much help in trying to decide this.

I didn't know that it was so cold

And you needed someone

To show you the way

So I took your hand and we figured out

That when the tide comes

I'd take you away

So Joey began to think about what Seto had told him. How did he feel when he began to draw? Happy? Sad? Upon reflection Joey realized he felt a lot of things when he drew, but there was one major thing that he could concludewhen he drew it felt like when he was around Seto.

If you want to

I can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

Was somebody who cares.

Joey paled. He felt like he did around Seto.

"Oh God," Joey whispered, fumbling around for the house key in his pocket having arrived home. After a few minutes of searching his fingers brushed cold metal and curled around it, pulling it out of his pocket. Joey hurriedly stuck it in the door and turned, unlocking the handle. Quickly he opened the door and flew inside up to his room where he flung himself onto the bed and buried his head in the pillow

Just when Joey had thought he and Seto were finally beginning to become friends, he had to go and fall in love with him. And the sad thing was, Joey wasn't sure if it was a new feeling or if before he had just been to busy arguing to notice, somehow unconsciously burying his love for Seto.

"No, no, no, no, no," he moaned, the sound muffled in the pillow. "Why me? Why now? I'm so screwed!"

After a few moments of pitying himself Joey turned over. Now he really shouldn't enter that charity thing. He would actually have to spend some time around Setoand right now he didn't know if he could handle it.

But he would have to. Seto, at least, would get suspicious if Joey started avoiding him. So he would have to pretend everything was still the same, especially for Seto.

"Especially for Seto?" he exclaimed. "What the hell!" But then Joey could see that faint look in Seto's eyes, the look of faint hope that Joey might enter. Yet that look had had more in it as well. It had been lonely. Joey realized he was Seto's only friend.

I'm sinking slowly

So hurry hold me

Your hand is all I have to keep me

Hanging on

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

"Maybe I should enter after all," Joey thought aloud.

"Joey!" came a call from downstairs. "Are you home?

"Yeah dad!" he called back.

"Could you come down for a moment?"

"Sure!" Joey answered, wondering what on earth his father could want with him.

If you want to

I can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

Was somebody who cares

All you wanted was somebody who cares

If you need me you know I'll be there

Oh, yeah

If you wanted to

I can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

All you wanted

Was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

Can anyone tell me where I got the name from? Anyone? I've give you a hint: it's another author of a hit manga/Japanese animation series. The answer is next time, so come on, guess! It'll be fun!

Next Chapter: Transfer it to Canvass

"Joey," his father said gravely as he sat down on the other side of the living room. It was a quaint room with only a sofa and two chairs with a small table in the middle, but if was comfortable. "I'm afraid I have some news you might not except very easily."

"What is it?" Joey asked, his mouth suddenly going very dry.

Now to reply to my lovely reviewers: Thank you all so much!

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lostlover1: Yay! You like my story! bows thank you, thank you. Anyway, I have to agree, Joey isn't that stupid at all really, I don't really know why everyone thinks so blinks in confusion unfortuatly I have to say I don't mind a good Tea bashing everyone once and a whilesorry! Anyway, thanks for telling me about the little error the computer had fun making on me sigh I'll keep that in mind for future chapters as well, you can read it in this one, right? Oh yes, and I am flattered. Thanks!

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