Dogs Do The Silliest Things, by Dani Wheeler-Kaiba

Dedicated to whatever forces led me to first watch Yu-Gi-Oh.

Disclaimer: Much as I wish the world of Yu-Gi-Oh was mine, that will only ever be a wish. In other words, it's not mine. Unfortunately.

Summary: SetoxJou. That should say it all. What started as a usual day of hatred between Seto Kaiba and Katsuya Jounouchi was completely turned around. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, or maybe it was something more. I don't know as much about Yu-Gi-Oh as I'd like to, so please forgive any little mistakes I make.

Ch. 3: Déjà vu

Jou didn't want to be at school today. Not that he wouldn't always prefer to be at KFC or some other fast food place, but he really didn't want to be sitting behind Kaiba for six hours after that dream. Nightmare, he told himself. Not dream, nightmare. Well, maybe Kaiba would be away on a business trip or something…maybe he'd be lucky…

Nope. Moneybags was here, as usual. As soon as he walked into the classroom, Jou's head was flooded with the memories of kissing his dream-enemy. Why, why did he have to dream that?

Kaiba's cold eyes glanced at him, and he shivered. Kissing Kaiba, of all people. Horrible. Couldn't it have been an anonymous pretty girl instead of his male worst enemy? Kaiba sat down in his regular seat, and Jou scowled at his back. It was all his fault.

Seto would have liked nothing more than to skip school and spend all day at the office. His dream disturbed him, and he didn't think seeing the mutt would make him more comfortable. Being kissed by a guy had shocked him, but being kissed by Jounouchi had damn well terrified him – if, that is, Seto Kaiba was capable of being terrified.

His eyes turned briefly to the mutt as he walked to his seat, who stared back blankly. Seto suppressed a shudder; those brown eyes had been far too close in the dream. Damnit, why did he have to always sit near the mutt? Why did he have to come to school today? Why did he have to go to this school at all?

Damnit, why Jounouchi?

Jou tried to concentrate today, he really did. But that nightmare had really messed him up, and Kaiba was right in front of him, for gods' sake. At least it was only Kaiba's back he could see; he didn't want to ever again see those cobalt blue eyes that had been so near his, and he especially didn't want to see those lips that had touched his…were they as soft in real life as they were in his dream?

He internally cringed. He did not just think that.

"Mr. Jounouchi?"

Oh, shit.

"Would you mind telling us the answer?"

Next thing he knew, he was in the principal's office, being asked why he didn't think he needed to focus like everyone else. When he was finally ordered to go back to class, he instead went to the bathrooms to wash his face and cool off the disturbing thoughts. He ran a tap, splashed water over his face, and looked in the mirror. He looked sullen and pale.

"Damnit…why me?" he muttered.

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," commented a voice behind him. Jou looked again at the mirror's reflection and instantly regretted it.

"What're ya doing here, Kaiba?"

Kaiba smirked. "Mutts aren't the only ones who need to clear their thoughts. But unlike you, I don't need to be sent to the principal to do so."

"You're just lucky I don't wanna waste my time with you, rich boy, or I'd knock yer teeth out."

"Why don't you look me in the eye and say that, mutt?"

Jou hesitated. Kaiba had noticed that he was reluctant to look at his face. It appeared cowardly, but better that than be reminded once again of the repulsive nightmare.

"Just as I thought," came his enemy's loathsome voice. "You're just a spineless, cowering puppy, like you always were…"

That was it. Nightmare or no nightmare, he gave Kaiba the nastiest glare in the world, and balled up his fist, preparing to punch.

"I'm not the stinkin' coward here, Kaiba," he snarled. "I ain't the one who has to insult everyone because it's the only way I can get human contact! I ain't the one with no friends or family! But you have a brother, right? Is he even really your brother? Or just another paid servant?"

That must have been enough to snap Kaiba, enough to trigger his long-dormant rage, because Jou had never seen the brunette look so furious. He lunged forward and grabbed Jou's collar, pulling him in so he could hear every venomous word.

"Never say that again," he hissed. "Or I'll – I'll – "

Jou knew that it probably wasn't wise to bring up Mokuba, but that didn't really matter at the moment – all that mattered right now was that he wasn't beaten to a pulp within the next five seconds.

Seto could have killed Jou at that moment. "Is he even really your brother? Or just another paid servant?" The stupid mutt didn't know anything. Seto had pulled him by the collar, intent on causing him pain.

"Never say that again. Or I'll – I'll – "

But Seto didn't finish, because he had just realised he was experiencing a bit of déjà vu. For only hours before, he had had the puppy's face inches from his own, and those same brown eyes staring into his…

Kaiba wasn't pausing for the effect, Jou knew. He had faltered, the same way he might have done if a teacher had walked into the bathroom and demanded to know what they were fighting about this time.

There was only a split second's silence, and in that time Jou had a revelation: This wasn't the first time in his life, or even in the last twenty-four hours, that he had been in this situation. True, there was a lot more anger behind them, but these blue eyes were the same ones that gazed into his in the dream. Nightmare. He couldn't differentiate at the moment. The person was the same, the face was the same, even the lips were the same.

So in that split second, Jou did the most logical thing he could think of. He leaned towards the person holding him and he kissed.

Voila! True love's first kiss, if it isn't too bold to say. The kiss goes for nearly all of the next chapter, so don't think it went too quickly! My computer has only just started working again, so I'm on an updating frenzy at the moment and am typing as quickly as humanly possible.

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