Disclaimer: Still not mine. Everyone knows it. If you don't... uh, sorry, I shoulda said so earlier.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, and mild language. Hey, I'm just having fun. But oh well. But as I said, Weevil wants Kaiba. Heh, it might just be a crackpairing, I guess you could call. But I consider it fun. And I have Stubborn/Shrimpshipping in mind. Heh, stubborn shrimp XD um, yeah... never mind.

Kaiba had all but stormed into KC's building, pausing at the receptionist's desk. "There's a little parasite named Weevil Underwood, if he comes in here, do not, repeat, DO NOT let him come anywhere near me, or my office. Understand?" he said sternly.

Shina-san blinked, then nodded, "yessir."

Kaiba nodded, and continued on his way to the elevator.

"Lovebug!"

"Go to hell, Underwood!" Kaiba snarled, stepping into the elevator, just as the doors closed.

Weevil blinked, then smiled. "Such a tease," he said, with a slight laugh. Then he bounded towards the elevators, only to be caught on something. Then the Bugboy found himself lifted in the air by his arm. "Uh, yes?" he asked, with a small scowl at the burly guard holding him up so effortlessly.

"Weevil Underwood?" Shina-san questioned in her most polite tone. She smiled apologetically, as Weevil reluctantly nodded. "My apologies, but Mr. Kaiba doesn't want any interruptions," She never did feel right about kicking people out, but the boss was the boss. "Daryl, please escort the gentleman out."

Daryl, the guard, grunted as he proceeded to carry the little guy to the rotating doors; Weevil was dropped unceremoniously inside, before Daryl spun the doors, hard enough for Weevil to slide out to the other side, outside on the sidewalk.

Weevil blinked several times, then frowned and jumped to his feet. "You can't interfere! Not with love on the line! Come out, and try that again, you big lummox!" The guard glared at him, but ignored the challenge, and lumbered away.

Weevil frowned, until he was suddenly smacked over the head. "Idiot!" a voice growled behind him, obviously irritated.

Weevil sweatdropped, and spun around, finding himself glaring at Rex Raptor. "You're the idiot!" he shot back in annoyance, his hand covering the area that was just smacked. "What do you want?!"

"You don't just run off after Seto Kaiba, idiot!" Rex snarled. "Especially while I'm talking to you!"

"You're the idiot," Weevil repeated shortly. Then he blinked, "you were talking?"

A vein began pulsating on the slightly taller boy's temple, as he growled at the sidewalk. Why the sidewalk? Who really knows? Weevil wasn't taking Rex's anger seriously, and perhaps the concrete was. Rex shot his hand out, grasping Weevil's own, "c' mon, enough of this... I've been going after you all damn day!"

"I didn't ask you to!" Weevil snapped, trying to yank his hand back. "Why don't you get lost?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

They both began glaring at each other. Weevil couldn't be more annoyed at his reluctantly-admitted friend; who did he think he was, barging in, trying to keep Weevil from true happiness? Whereas Rex just saw Weevil acting like a complete moronic idiot. Hmn, jealousy had reared its ugly head, no?

"Let's just go!" Rex was struggling not to yell, while tugging at Weevil's hand.

"No!"

"Idiot! Come on!"

"Moron! I said no!"

"Weevil!" Rex growled, glaring viciously.

Weevil blinked, then rolled his eyes. Rex's glare was nothing like Kaiba's... but it seemed to have its slight appeal. So with an annoyed sigh, he allowed Rex to drag him off, away from KC's building. "Fine, but make it fast," he muttered. "I have to get back before--"

"Hell no!" Rex spat. "You're not going back there, ever again!"

"Damnit, I wasn't looking for his cards!" Weevil snapped. "I'm in love! I'm not looking for stupid cards anymore! Alright?"

"You're not in love!"

"What do you know?"

"Damnit, don't make me hit you again!"

"Try it, you neanderthal!"

Now there was something interesting to see: During the entire argument, Rex and Weevil were nose-to-nose, glaring and snarling at each other, all the while Rex was still holding Weevil's hand. And Weevil wasn't even trying to make him let go. It painted a cute picture, really.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Both boys blinked, and looked up at Tristan, whom was smiling at the scene.

"Are you stalking him, or something?" Rex and Weevil both shouted. Rex referring to Weevil, whereas Weevil was referring to Kaiba. And the Bugboy didn't even notice Rex pull him behind his back a bit.

"Uh, not really? Call it worrying," Tristan shrugged. "I thought Kaiba would've beaten both of your heads in, actually, and I'd feel bad if I didn't try to prevent that."

Weevil tore his hand from Rex's, as he charged up to the taller teen. "Alright, you moose!"

Tristan sweatdropped.

"You and I, we're gonna talk," He grabbed Tristan's arm, and stomped around him, leading him towards the cafe on the corner.

Tristan blinked, then grinned weakly back at Rex, "joining?"

Rex scowled, and muttered under his breath(something about flea-brained idiots), but nodded anyways, trailing after them.

Once seated at a table in the cafe, Tristan's couldn't help noting how nice the place was. It was quaint, really; the walls were wallpapered with yellow flowers and green vines, and were panelled with nice dark mohogany, and the windows allowed in plenty of sunlight. The tables were small, the chairs comfy cozy. Very nice place, probably mainly for dating. If it weren't for three people sitting at a table, it'd be almost considered a date.

... Or at the stares Tristan was getting, maybe he was considered a cad for dating two people at the exact same time. And at the same table no less. The occasional glare he received from their waitress, and the free slices of chocolate cake for Rex and Weevil, said it all; the establishment thought Tristan was a jerk.

Well, see if he ever came here again. Nah, actually, it was kinda funny. Tristan wanted to laugh. And he would gladly add fuel to the fire, but that could wait for later on.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?" Tristan asked, narrowly avoiding the waitress elbowing him in the eye.

"Here you go, boys," she said, refilling their glasses of iced tea to the brim. She shot Tristan a dirty look, pointedly ignoring his nearly empty cup of coffee, then stalked away, muttering about two-timing creeps.

Tristan snickered.

"Tell me what you did!" Weevil suddenly demanded.

Tristan blinked, and Rex sweatdropped, "huh?"

"Nice retort," Weevil snorted. Then he glared at Tristan, "tell me what you did! Teach me how you got my Lovebug's attention!"

Then Tristan sweatdropped, looking more confused, while Rex gaped at Weevil in shock. "Lovebug?" he almost sputtered. "Who the hell is 'Lovebug'?"

"Kaiba," Tristan answered.

Weevil nodded vigorously.

"Wait," Tristan then blinked a couple times. "I got Kaiba's attention?"

"Yes! Now tell me how!"

Rex was positively seething, as he glared in rage at Weevil. "Are you outta your mind?!" he yelled. "How can you even consider that guy! He's a jerk! Look what he's putting us through!"

"Yeah, you tell him, hon'!" the waitress cheered. "Dump that creep!" she glared at Tristan again.

"They're not talking about me," Tristan called. At her crestfallen, not to mention annoyed, expression, the brunet smirked.

"Did you just say 'us'?" Weevil gaped. "There's no 'us' getting put through anything!" he said, waving a fist at Rex. "Damnit, Rex, this isn't about cards, anymore! I'm not interested in his cards! I just want Seto Kaiba!"

"You... y-you idiot!" Rex spat, he was twitching with obvious fury now.

"Jerk!" Weevil shot back.

"Moron!"

"Creep!"

"Reject!"

"Loser!"

"Guys, guys...!" Tristan said loudly, pushing the boys back into their seats; they were almost clambering on top of the table, during their shouting match. "I'm getting enough stares, thanks. Just give me a little clarifacation, Weevil... what're you talking about?"

Weevil glared at him. "You caught my Lovebug's eye, I'm sure of it... tell me how you did it," he commanded.

"Must you keep calling him that?" Rex growled, almost to himself.

"Did what?" Tristan blinked. "I didn't do anything. What do you mean I caught his eye?"

"He has an interest in you! So tell me how you did it!"

"He has no interest in me," Tristan said slowly. "I mean, sure I see him around a lot." he paused, his eyes widening a fraction. He then shook his head quickly. "Uh, but that doesn't mean he's interested in me..."

"Lies!" Weevil shot to his feet, pointing at him, accusingly.

"I'm not lying. He's not interested in me; so what if he shows up wherever I am..? It-it doesn't mean..." Tristan paused again, eyes widening further. "No way. Can't be..." he murmured, confusion entering his features.

"You didn't see the look of hurt in my Lovebug's eyes, you idiot!" Weevil snapped. "When you asked me why you'd wanna touch him! He looked heartbroken! And why don't you wanna touch him?"

"You are an idiot!" Rex snapped. "If Tristan here has no interest in the guy, then quit asking him why! And why would he have an interest in Kaiba anyways! He's smart, unlike you!"

Tristan could only furrow his brow thoughtfully.

"Butt out, neanderthal!" Weevil was bellowing. Then he turned back to Tristan, "you broke my Lovebug's heart! But you charmed him! And I wanna know how you did it!"

The older teenager sighed, looking back up at Weevil, "I didn't charm anyone..."

"Fine! I'll do it my way!" Weevil snarled, then he whirled around and dashed out of the cafe, his eyes glinting with sheer determination.

Tristan and Rex slowly turned to each other.

"What is he going to do?" the older guy asked.

"Do you really wanna know?" Rex mumbled.

Tristan quirked an eyebrow, "hm, thought so."

"Oi," Rex shook his head, and stood up. "You are smarter than he is," with that, Rex started to stomp after Weevil again.

Shaking his head, Tristan got up, slapping some money on the table, and strolled after the pair. But not before shooting the waitress a satisfied grin. "His place," he explained, nodding after Rex.

She glared at him some more, calling him a two-timing creep again, as the door closed. Which Tristan gladly ignored, since it was just too funny to get mad at.

TBC

A/N: ... heheheh, I dunno... playing is fun. Very very fun, yes. Huh, reviews. Alright, thank you Omnimalevolet, Rice Kracker, mickeylover303, oreosarecool, MotherCHOWGoddess. Heh, as I said, it was Star who inspired this fic-idea. She once said Seto/Weevil, and yeah, couldn't get it outta my head, until now... and gosh, is it fun.