Disclaimer: ... if I owned them, I'd make things go my way. Heh, but they aren't mine (not creating them has that effect). Let's applaud Kazuki Takahashi for creating the series, and the characters, ne?

Warnings: ... shounen-ai... heh, mild language, due to Kaiba's impatience. I dunno if this is considered bashing, but who really knows. I was bored. I needed something to do. If it's bashing, then, whoops, sorry. If not, then that's a relief.

"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" Seto Kaiba groaned to himself, while hiding behind a trashbin, in a dark alley. It was not his style, nosirreebob... to be hiding behind a trashbin in an alley, but damnit, this was an emergency.

The unexpected had happened. The unexpected, and the unexplainable. And if there was one thing Seto Kaiba did not like, it was stuff happening to him that he didn't expect, or couldn't explain.

Nervously, he straightened up, peering over the trashbin. It took a lot of willpower not to inhale the sweet, sour, soggy odor coming from within the large green bin. Whatever was causing the smell, Kaiba was very sure he didn't wanna know. Something moldy no doubt... wait, halt those thoughts right there, as he just ate lunch...

The street outside the alley was clear, except for the normal bustling people; hustling, and bustling no less. He tried taking a deep relaxing breath, which only caused the CEO to gag, what with the sweet, sour, soggy smell invading his nostrils. Garbage never smelled pleasant, especially during such a warm day. Especially during a warm day after about four days of non-stop rain. Man, the weather was twisted; as if it rained for those four days, then seemed to know Kaiba had to hide behind the trashbin that day, so Mother Nature turned up the heat/sun. Warm garbage was not a pleasant scent, nope.

Especially if it was drying wet garbage. And how was sunlight getting into an alley, anyways?

Oi, that was enough! He decided, then with his hands covering his nose, Kaiba staggered out of the alley, gasping and panting. Good lord, what did people throw away these days?

Nearly collapsing, Kaiba leaned heavily against the brick wall, inhaling the much cleaner air, regardless of the obvious exhaust fumes. Running and hiding was really not his forte. But at the moment, he had to do it. Not that he wanted to do it, but damnit, he was doing it!

Damn to hell the demon that was making him run and hide!

"Lovebug!"

... Speak of the Devil, and Kaiba used the term loosely. He straightened up, putting on his most vicious glare as the little... well, weirdo was the only way to put it, was racing towards him with his arms waving almost eagerly.

"Lovebug!" he was yelling at the top his lungs.

Kaiba held out his palm, catching the little runt by the front of his shirt, keeping him at arms-length away. "You little parasite! Stop calling me that!" he snarled.

Weevil Underwood could only gaze lovingly up at the beautiful, hot, just plain yummy CEO with a lovestruck gaze. "Oh sweet lovebug!" he breathed. "You're such a tease!"

Kaiba's right eye began to twitch, "I said stop calling me that!"

"As you wish...!" Weevil declared, "lovebug!"

"Damnit, you little parasite, I'm gonna...!" Kaiba raised his fist, prepared to beat the kid's head in.

"... Don't tell me I have to start defending that kid from bullies, too," a painfully familiar voice said in mock exasperation.

Kaiba blinked, as did Weevil. The taller of the two glared hard at the intruder. "Go away, I can do without another annoyance for the day," he said coldly.

Tristan Taylor laughed, "yeah, can tell... lovebug, was it?" he grinned.

Kaiba opened his mouth to retort, until...

"Shut up!" Weevil yelled. "Only I can call him Lovebug!" he declared passionately.

Kaiba aimed his glare back at the Bugboy. "No one can call me that!" he yelled.

Tristan smiled wryly, strolling closer, and plucked Weevil from Kaiba's vice-like grip. "So, what's going on, Weevil?" he asked curiously.

"... I declare Seto Kaiba as mine!" Weevil snapped, scowling at Tristan. "And if you even think about touching him, I will hurt you. I know Judo!"

Tristan, rather learned in Tae Kwon Do, ignored the threat. "Why would I wanna touch him?" he asked, as he blinked in confusion.

Kaiba's hands were clenched into tight fists, as he growled, while glaring at the two of them. "Both of you! Just go to hell!" he bellowed, then he turned and ran off, his long black jacket billowing behind him. Beautifully I might add.

"Ah! Lovebug! Come back!" Weevil shouted frantically.

Tristan anime sweatdropped, then tilted his head slightly. "Huh, dramatic exit..." he murmured, almost thoughtfully.

"Is he not the absolute sight of perfection?" Weevil said, smiling dreamily.

"... Uh, sure thing," Tristan looked back down at the smaller teen he was still holding. "So why the sudden interest in Kaiba?" he asked.

"No idea," Weevil answered honestly. "One day I just woke up, and I wanted to be with him, more than anything..." he gripped his fists close to his chest. "And I will succeed! Seto Kaiba will fall in love with me! I'm sure of it!"

"I don't think he likes people feeling that passionately about him," said Tristan, with a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever..." Weevil lifted his arms, slipping down, out of his coat, which the lanky brunet was holding onto. "Doesn't matter, he'll have to get used to it," he said simply, as he snatched his coat back from Tristan. And with that, he turned and ran down the street, in the direction Kaiba ran off.

Tristan rubbed the back of his head, his eyebrow still raised in confusion.

Then he was ran into.

"Ack!" two voices simultaneously rang out.

Tristan winced, slowly getting back to his feet, then looked down at the little figure that managed to plow him over. "Uh, hey Rex?" he greeted, confusion growing. Why was he running into such unexpected people?

Rex Raptor was brushing his purple bangs out of his eyes, as he stood up, and straightened his toque-hatlike thing. "Why don't you move?" he snapped, eyes flashing in annoyance.

Tristan towered over Rex, probably by over a foot, but the kid was feeling daring or something. "Bad day, Rex?" he asked dryly.

"Not really," Rex muttered, looking back and forth, his eyes almost looked nervous and frantic.

Tristan couldn't hide his grin, pointing in the direction Weevil left in. "He went that way," he said shortly.

"Really?" Rex asked, almost eagerly. Then his cheeks reddened slightly, as Tristan smirked at him. "Uh, who did?" the shorter teen muttered.

"Weevil... he went that way, after Kaiba."

"Damnit..." Rex growled, "I'm gonna smack some sense into him!" He stomped past Tristan... then broke into a run, taking off after Weevil.

Tristan blinked, and smiled faintly. Well, wasn't this gonna be an interesting development?

TBC

... A/N: don't ask, don't ask, don't ask. Star gave me the idea, though. And I thank her, many a time. Yup. Whee, fun, fun, fun. Been a while since I had fun while writing. I hope I can keep it up though. Heh.