Second chapter, we finally have Joey and Seto. Please tell me if I do anything too weird in the process of adopting, I don't really have much information on it and am going off what I've seen on TV. But please don't be too criticizing, this is suppose to be fan fiction, not politically correct.

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"Would you sit down?" Seto hissed out of the corner of his mouth, eyes on the road, but he glanced at the blonde man beside him every so often. Joey grinned at the brunet, who was currently driving his new black car, brand new custom made with every modern convenience one could ask for. A small part of Joey was always a bit envious when Seto bought everything brand-spanking-new, but it was only in spurts, the rest of the time he would just take advantage of it and enjoy it when Seto would not; like now, he was kneeling in the passenger seat and half of him was hanging out the window, yelling happily to all the people; all passer bys gave him strange looks, but he didn't care, the wind in his face was too much fun.

Seto grabbed the back of Joey's jeans and yanked him back in the car, the blonde giving a startled sound before he landed in the seat in the correct way.

"Put your seat belt on, I don't need you're head going through the new window." Seto snapped, casting a soft but scolding glare at the other. Joey just smiled and grabbed the belt to his right.

"Oh, lighten up, you should be excited too," the blonde said and the belt clicked into place, "I mean, how often do you get to adopt a kid?" Seto glanced at the other man, and then turned his piercing blue eyes to the roads of Domino once again. Joey was expecting some kind of remark from the brunet, but Seto said nothing. He opened his mouth again, and then shut it again; remembering Seto was a bit testy about adoption.

"I should have told Mokuba to do this." Seto grumbled; his brother was much better with children.

"Mokuba had classes today," Joey informed him, "Besides, if you're looking for a successor, I would think you would pick them out yourself." Seto grumbled something that was not meant to be audible and turned at the next light, a bright red Jaguar cutting past them, causing Seto to slam on his breaks and curse. Joey yelped, his seat belt keeping him from smashing his thick skull into the windshield. Seto rubbed his temples and Joey popped his head out of the window, shaking his fist angrily at the young teenagers.

"Learn how to drive, jackass!" He yelled and slipped back into the car, looking at Seto, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating on his breathing, pinching the bridge of his nose. Joey rested a hand on Seto's shoulder, but Seto didn't react. "You ok, Seto?" Seto took in a shaky breath and opened his eyes, seeing his other hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly. He loosened his grip and felt the muscles in his hand relax. God, he hated that.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Seto said under his breath and collected his nerves, pressing his foot on the gas peddle again, accelerating slowly. Seto couldn't help but get flash backs still of years ago, back before dueling, before becoming to be the CEO of Kaiba Corp, before even the time of being orphaned. Joey watched Seto a while without wavering eyes and Seto glanced at the blonde a couple times, not like being stared at. "What?" he asked; sounding irritated. Joey just gave a knowing look and Seto looked away, back to the road. He didn't like that look; that look that meant Joey knew what he was thinking.

Joey then leaned over, kissing Seto's cheek, startling the CEO at first, eyes having been on the road. Even 6 years with being with the blonde, he was still jumpy from these unexpected moments in public; even though the windows were tinted and nobody was really looking, that cautiousness around people still stuck with him.

"I can drive if you want, Seto." Joey offered.

"I'm fine," Seto said with a firmer tone and let out a breath that might have been there since the close call, "Idiot kids..." Seto was 25 now and Joey was just as old. He glanced at the blonde's apparel, the scare causing him to remember things. He was glad Joey had some presentable clothes on instead of his ripped knee jeans and old ratty jacket. He had newer blue jeans on and a clean, unstained green shirt. Joey had even allowed his mop of hair to be thinned out, easier to manage and it got less tangled.

They arrived at their destination without much incident, though Joey did have fun with the surround sound stereo buttons until Seto got sick of Rock-n-Roll and shut it off. He mused that Joey had never grown up since he was 10.

Stepping out of his car, Seto paused, hand resting on the open door, staring at the old discrepant looking building. His black slacks and dark dress shirt ruffled in the wind and a shiver crawled up his spine. He shut the door and stepped onto the colorfully chalk covered side walk; funny, he could remember doing that activity with Mokuba when they were stuck in this rat hole.

Joey watched his lover and stepped around the car to be beside him. Seto had calmed his cold appearance down over the years, but he did still intimidate people at first glance. Joey knew now was not the time to make the situation awkward with worry so he grinned and hooked his arm with Seto's.

"Come on Seto! We actually have to step onto the property." He snickered and dragged the brunet with him past the chain linked fence; Seto stumbling at first from the unexpected pull forward, but he got his balance back soon enough and followed Joey at a slower pace. Joey reached the door and checked out the worn out sign, making sure it was the place. Seto let his eyes gaze over the land, and it was the same as he left it 15 years ago. The patchy brown grass, the creaky swing set, the jungle gym that looked ready to collapse, and the sand box that was more mud than sand. He reached Joey's side and the blonde grinned, tracing under the visible letters of "Domino Orphanage".

"Ready?" the blonde asked, and Seto just nodded, his throat dry at the moment, he didn't feel as if he could speak. He'd let Joey do all the talking for once; at least one of them was happy to be there. Joey rapped on the door with the back of his hand, not finding the place discouraging, he'd lived in a neighborhood like this most of his life, and this actually looked like one of the nicer places. After a minute, which felt like an eternity to Seto, the door opened and an old woman with stringy white hair answered. Joey and Seto observed that she only came to their chests in height with large gawky glasses pressed up against the bridge of her nose and an old flowery dress that looked as is it could be doubled at a night gown.

"Yes?" the woman asked, as pleasantly as possible, though they could catch the tint of aggravation in her voice.

"Uh, hey," Joey said and smiled, assuming this was the caretaker of the children, "Mrs. Dosh?"

"Yes," The woman replied, "May I help you?" Joey gestured to himself and Seto.

"Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba, we're here to look at the kids." The blonde explained and Mrs. Dosh seemed to brighten.

"Oh yes, I remember talking to you on the phone, Mr. Kaiba." The woman opened the door and ushered them in, making adjustments to her apparel and hair in an attempt to make her self more presentable. Inside it was actually a tad cozier than outside. The floors were clean except for the occasional toy that was on the ground. "Come, come, we'll discuss this in my office." She led them to a door not too far away and it reminded Joey of a school office with a large window on the side to watch what was going on. They entered and she shut the door behind them, then she took up a seat behind a school teacher sized desk, and gestured to 2 of 3 chairs in front of the desk, which the two men took, deciding to get down to business.

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