A/N: this be a one-shot, written at 1:33am whilst I was waiting for the washing machine to finish, um, well washing...O.o...So this is a little iffy and stuff, not to mention it skips through several tenses and povs and such…ah well, r&r! hope you like it! :) please review, all flames will be exploited and laughed at, and possibly used to fuel a barbecue…

Thank you! :) I don't own YGO! –methinks that's kinda obvious, oui?...-

Dammit…

I held my hand up so that it covered his eyes from my vision – I won't let him pull me in this time. I had tried to tell him so many times before but every time those deep crystal blue eyes of his mesmerized me and puppeteered me into submission. But no way, not this time. What I wanted to say had to be said, needed to be. I can't keep letting him treat me like this! – that's right, just keep repeating that, don't lose sight of your goal. Just to make sure I couldn't see his face, with its cocked eyebrow and expecting expression, I turned my head away and firmly shut my eyes. I breathed in a lungful of chill air.

"Kaiba I am really sick of being treated like your pet, always at your beck and call; you can't just do what you want to me when you want and then just ignore me! And then expect me to come running when you whistle!"

I finished, letting a heavy silence fall. That was it? Man, it'd seemed way longer in writing; albeit that writing was situated conveniently on the back of his hand (written during his most recent detention), but still. He noticed that his hand was shaking – or was that his whole body? He wasn't sure, but he was positive that his hand had at least doubled in weight as he struggled to hold it up defiantly. Oh god I hope he can't hear my heart drumming, this silence is unbearable! Say something, right now! Something, anything-

"So- I-"

I began to stutter. Oh great, just great. What am I mea-

My eyes shot open. What the-

Kaiba stood, looking thoroughly bewildered by the Mutt's odd gesture of welcome. What was that baka doing now? The brunette peered over the hand brandished at him but Jounouchi's head was facing away, his brow furrowed and his eyes shut.

"Kaiba I am really sick of being treated like your pet, always at your beck and call; you can't just do what you want to me when you want and then just ignore me! And then expect me to come running when you whistle!"

Kaiba blinked. Ah well, that explains it. He waited for the Mutt to continue but said Mutt apparently had nothing else prepared. He allowed the silence to stretch on a while, with Jou getting more and more noticeably awkward with every passing second. The man thought he heard a faint drumming noise but promptly dismissed it, a plotting smirk finding its way onto his features.

"So- I-"

The Mutt was suddenly cut off as the other's hand gently gripped his wavering outstretched wrist and a kiss softly brushed his palm. Kaiba looked up to see Jou's wide-eyed expression, his smirk half morphed to a rare warm smile. An arm looped around the blonde's waist and pulled him close as another hand tilted his cheek. Kaiba spoke softly, feigning a slight pout.

"But Mutt, you are my pet…"

Jounouchi gasped at the sudden contact. Don't look at his eyes don't look at his eyes don't look at his- godammit… he thought weakly, letting himself be supported by the brunette's strong limbs as he stared, becoming lost in his eyes.

Kaiba smirked inwardly. Works every time.

"One thing Mutt…"

"…Hmm?"

Kaiba tugged on the boy's wrist.

"Why's your little speech printed on the back of your hand?"

Thanks for reading! you see what I mean by iffy, oui? Please review!

Oh, and btw my friend's username is Xenon Zebra's and she's got a YGO fic running that you should check out. Um, that's it…

Arigatou!

#Keito#