Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Heh another chapter so soon! I'm on a roll! In any case, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I'm going to switch from Joey to Kaiba's third person point of view from now on. It'd be more interesting that way, don't you think? ;)

A Boy and His Dog

By LilyChan

Chapter Three

Why We Help Friends

Stupid rich boy! All he was going to was to invite him to sit with his new friends. Well, he supposed he could call them his friends. They were nice enough to explain about that boy and on supposedly why he acted the way he did. Joey was still confused – why would want to bother someone who obviously didn't want them around? He made it to the table where they were eagerly watching him.

"So what did Kaiba say?" asked the short boy.

Joey narrowed his eyes. "He-he said he wasn't interested." Joey lied, although that wouldn't be far from the truth. However he wanted to know why these people were so bent on helping him.

"Why do you guys constantly bothering him? I say, don't trust the guy – he pulled on a trick on me this morning!" the blonde ranted. The tri-colored hair boy, known as Yuugi, shook his head.

"He's just insecure. He's not used to people being kind to him."

Joey gave him a questioning look. Apparently, due to the amount of leather on him, the boy was masochistic. However, he shrugged – no need to dwell on a negative subject too long. He checked his pocket for some change and found some. He smirked and asked him (while the girl and the other boys teased her for some reason or another) if he could accompany him while he'd get his lunch. He agreed.

The rest of the lunch period went by smoothly. People (particularly the tough crowd) occasionally came by to harass the tri-color hair boy about his choice of clothes, friends, and hair style. The boy wouldn't stand up for himself however Joey did. The bullies at first thought that Joey was a pansy because of the way he looked.

Joey proved them that looks are defiantly deceiving. Of course the teachers didn't approve of it, but since it was the first day of school, they gave him a warning (however reluctant it was).

"Joey, you didn't have to stand up for me…" Yuugi said, not really happy with the fact that Joey punched the guys into the other students' tables.

Joey smirked at him. "Nah, it's nothin' really! I just didn't want to see any of my friends gettin' bullied ya know?" he said as he placed his hand behind his head and laughed nervously.

Yuugi smiled a warm smile. Joey smirked back as he placed his hand on Yuugi's backside and patted it.

"Let's get to class, okay Joey? I don't think the teacher would appreciate it if we stayed away too long!"

Joey nodded even though he didn't want to go back to class – the day was almost over!

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Joey followed Yuugi until they made it back to the classroom. He had received a lecture from the teacher about fighting with the other students as well as being late. Naturally it went through one ear and out the other. He went to his seat after the teacher had finished; and as soon as he took his seat, he glanced at Yuugi's direction and gave him up thumbs up. Yuugi rolled his eyes and laughed to himself about the blonde's silly habits – and he'd just met him that day! It's amazing how fast people bond…

The class was boring in itself so Joey decided to chat with Yuugi since he seemed relatively more interesting to talk to then the others he met. The guy with the spiked hair was cool – albeit a bit too cocky about his ability to get the ladies. The white haired boy was too soft-spoken while the black haired one was too outspoken. Joey wasn't one to talk to girls on a regular basis so that also excluded the brunette girl. He tore a sheet of notebook paper and started to write his note to Yuugi.

After he was done, he folded it up and cleverly passed it to him. Yuugi took it and opened it. The boy rolled his eyes again and wrote something in return. He tossed it back to Joey. This process kept going until the teacher turned around and caught them in the act of passing.

"And just what is more important then this English lesson that's going to be on next week's test?" the man stated.

Yuugi glanced at Joey for him to act quickly. "Well, teach, I was just givin' Yuug here some tips on how to defend himself in case he ever needs it."

The man narrowed his eyes. "You can tell him those tips after school – after detention." And with that he resumed class.

Joey slumped over his desk – first that stupid rich boy pulled a trick on him, then he got in trouble for defending a fellow student! And now he got in trouble for passing notes. Well better him then Yuugi.

Can this day get any worse?

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Yes. This day could get worse.

He rubbed his head to soothe out the pain that throbbed. He saw double for a few minutes before his vision cleared up. Then he felt himself get hoisted by a fist. He met angry blue eyes. He glared at them back.

"Stay out of my way, you damn idiot." The boy spouted out.

"Hey! I didn't even see you, rich boy!" he retorted.

His eyes narrowed even more. "How could you not see me? I was right in front of you! If you stop following that Motou boy mindlessly, then maybe you could've seen 5 feet in front of you!" he glowered.

"Get off your damn high horse! You appeared out of nowhere!"

Yuugi, feeling confident, decided to stop Kaiba before he hurt his new friend (or even scare him).

"K-Kaiba, please leave him alone! I'm sorry he bumped into you!"

"Hey Yuug, don't apologize to this creep!" Joey interrupted.

Seto applied more pressure and the blonde winced. He smirked.

"I don't care for your apologies, Motou. Just keep your damn dog on his leash." He quipped. He threw Joey to the side and picked up his papers. Joey, feeling a bit angry, actually stepped on a piece of paper the brunette was reaching for.

"Get off."

"I would, but you're not my type." Joey smirked as he crossed his arms.

Yuugi face-palmed as a crowd started to gather the couple, anticipating a fist-fight between the two as they started the preliminary arguments.

Seto growled at this. He put on his best death glare but was surprised to see that the boy didn't budge this time.

"I told you, get off. Or do I have to get your master to order you to?"

"And I told you, you're not my type sweetie."

With that, Kaiba pushed Joey off and he landed on his shoulder with a loud SLAM against the lockers.

"Ow! Damn! For a rich boy, you do have some strength!" as he rubbed his sore shoulder.

"Surely you can come up with a better nickname, mongrel, unless your vocabulary really is as small as your brain."

Joey growled as he swiped a piece of paper from the ground and shoved it in his face. "Here ya go. Now leave me the hell alone. I ain't done nothing to yah!" as he gave the rich boy a rather obvious salute. The students gasped. No one gave Seto Kaiba the finger – and lived!

"Do you want to die, mongrel?"

"Nah, not for another 90 years or so. Why'd you ask, hot shot?"

And with that Kaiba pushed him against the locker again. The crowd started to chant "Fight!" as this time, Joey struck back. Both boys got in quite a few punches before a couple of teachers were able to separate the two. The boys had black eyes and Joey had a bloody nose and lip and he was trying to escape the gym teacher's grip and try to lay on more punches on the boy however they dragged them to the principal's office.

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Joey had his lip cleaned up a bit and they both had ice packs for their eyes. Seto was cleaner then the two but he was probably the one with more fury. Well, of course not as much as the principal but he had a smug look. Perhaps it was because a rich kid got in trouble?

"Well, well, well. Seto Kaiba, president and CEO of Kaiba Corps, in my office for juvenile acts. What do you have to say, Mr. Kaiba?" he stated. The principal was quite tall. His hair was already gray. He wore a brown business suit, loafers, and a red tie. He paced around the two before he settled in his big principle desk, with his hands clasped in front of him. He had the smuggest grin a human being could ever muster.

Oh, so that's why everyone made a big deal about him flipping him off. Who would've guessed?

Kaiba kept his mouth shut.

"Oh, you have nothing to say. I see. How about you, Mr. Wheeler? Do you have anything to say that might be the reason you two were fighting like children?"

Joey glanced at the brunette and he looked embarrassed. Maybe Joey was a bit harsh? He supposed this is what Yuugi meant when he said he had to help Kaiba in any way. Well. Joey supposed he could help his ass once in a while as long as he didn't make it a habit.

"I accidentally said something rude about someone's mom and he took as it offensive." Joey lied as he acted guilty.

Kaiba glanced at him with a confused expression. Joey looked at him and said. "I'm sorry I said that. I'm sure you're mother isn't responsible for all the endangered species."

Kaiba blinked.

The principal blinked.

"Yeah yeah yeah. I care about the environment – what are ya goin to do about it? Sue me?"

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When the two walked out of the office a couple hours later about numerous lectures that was a chore to remember in itself, the two didn't glance at each other. However, Kaiba was the first to speak.

"Why in the hell did you do that?"

Joey looked at him. "Well, that guy was obviously tryin' to bring ya down. So why not help a guy out?"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes. He glared at him. "I can take care of myself." And with that he turned and stormed off.

Joey glared at the disappearing figure and mumbled. "You're welcome, Moneybags." He decided to walk home since he knew he'd most likely missed the bus to where he lived. Joey knew that the words Kaiba said was his own special way of saying "Thank you" and therefore he wasn't disappointed much when he didn't say thanks out loud. However, Joey figured that it wasn't going to be the last time they would have a brawl like that.

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Author's Notes: Okay after this I'm going to be burrowing myself in trying to finish chapter eight of "Fan Letters" so yeah…it might be a while until I update this fanfic again. Well, unless this bunny keeps on nagging me. ;P Reviews are encouragement for me to continue. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Flames are not. I know my grammar isn't the best but please bear with it until it's finished and I send it to my betas to get it fixed and reposted.