Dogs Do The Silliest Things, by Dani Wheeler-Kaiba

Dedicated to the forces that first led me to 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.

I try to convince myself that there is no such thing as writer's block. Unfortunately it is extremely hard to keep telling myself that! This chapter was rather difficult to write.

Read, enjoy, and review!

Ch. 11: A La Parc

Seto ate his breakfast in his bedroom on Sunday, for a variety of reasons. For one thing the plate Jou had smashed yesterday was still on the floor. This not only repelled Seto because of the mess, but because it served as a reminder of Jou having denied him what he wanted. And yet, when Mokuba asked him why he didn't clean it up, he had no answer.

"What are you doing today, brother?" the younger Kaiba inquired. But before Seto so much as thought his obvious response, the raven-haired boy cut him off. "You can't work. It's Sunday. No one works on Sunday."

"I do," Seto said drily. Mokuba shook his head firmly.

"Not today. I haven't seen you not working since Tuesday. It's the weekend, and you're doing something with me."

He walked out of the room; Seto was left wondering how a twelve-year-old had so much sway over him. Mokuba was the only one in the world he ever gave in to. Reluctantly, the brunette left the confines of his bed to join his brother downstairs. It looked far too sunny outside – since Seto had never been the outdoorsy type he had a bit of an aversion to overly warm weather – but for Mokuba this temperature was perfect.

"Seto, we have to do something outside, go somewhere," Mokuba said excitedly. "The waterfront, or the park! Can we, Seto? Can we go to the park?"

Seto groaned. He hated the park. But if he said no, Mokuba would only use the Look on him until he felt so guilty he would agree eventually anyway.

"Fine," he said reluctantly. "The park."

Jou woke up on Yugi's floor. He had a massive headache. Did I get smashed last night or something? I didn't drink that much…or did I drink so much that I can't remember?

He looked around. Honda was asleep not too far away, but Yugi was nowhere in sight. His brain hurt to think and his thoughts were unclear and unfocused, but he assumed Yugi was in his bedroom, probably still dead to the world as well. Slowly he tried to stand up – almost losing his balance – but once his headache subsided he was stable enough to walk down the hall. He heard a noise coming from the kitchen, but he thought nothing of it.

He opened Yugi's door. "Hey, Yuug," he said, relieved to find that talking didn't hurt his head. "What happened last night, I've completely for- AAAAAAAGH!"

Suffice to say, of all things Jou could have thought might be lying in Yugi's bed; Ryou, Bakura, Malik and Marik, all of them with far too few clothes on, was not one of them.

And just to make matters worse, Jou's yell woke all of them up.

Ryou screamed as well, out of surprise, and promptly fell off the bed; Bakura looked tired and annoyed at being woken up; Malik looked around wildly to see what had happened, then groaned and shut his eyes again when he realised it was just Jou. Marik grinned evilly.

"If you wanted to join in, Jou, all you had to do was ask."

Jou didn't even bother retorting; he was too horrified for words. Silently, and with his eyes now shut, he backed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. As he stood there, trying in vain to eliminate from his memory anything he had just seen, Yugi walked towards him from the kitchen, holding a glass of water.

"Jou?" he said, concern in his voice. "What's wrong? You look like you've just seen – " His already round eyes widened even more as he saw Jou's hand, firmly holding the bedroom door shut. "– something very disturbing."

Jou nodded slightly, feeling a bit sick. Yugi dropped his glass of water.

"You went in there? I sure hope it was by accident!"

"Geez, Yuug, what do you take me for? Of course it was by accident!"

Yugi sighed in relief. Then, meekly, he said, "Was my room okay?"

Jou reluctantly thought back to what state the bedroom had been in. He hadn't really been paying attention at the time. "Probably best to get a new bed."

Yugi whimpered quietly.

Later, Jou, Yugi and Honda were eating breakfast. The others still weren't up, and nobody wanted to go in there and make them get up.

"What are we going to do today?" Honda asked.

"The weather's great," Yugi observed. "We should go somewhere."

"The park?" suggested Jou. The other two nodded in agreement. "Are we gonna tell them?" He inclined his head towards the hall.

"Of course you're going to tell us!" Jou let out a loud exclamation as Marik jumped out from behind the door. Malik, Ryou and Bakura stepped out from similar hiding places.

"What were you hiding for!" Jou yelped.

Bakura swept back his long white hair and gave his best attempt at an innocent look. "Why in Ra's name would we be hiding?"

"You tell me!"

Malik shook his head sadly. "Jou, I think you had too much to drink last night. Now, about this park business…"

He, Marik, Ryou and Bakura said in unison, "We're going!"

Seto didn't know what he was supposed to do. Mokuba hadn't let him bring his laptop to the park, so he was stuck doing nothing. The park was so boring. And loud. Seto didn't like the noise. Too many people.

"Is it always this full?" he asked his brother, who gave him an odd look as they paced around the park.

"Seto, this is basically empty!"

Seto begged to differ. It looked as though all of Domino City's minor population was here. He recognised some of them from school, and they recognised him too – some kids looked surprised to see him out in public. Apart from in school nobody ever saw him. Except for yesterday, of course, when Jou had stopped by the house…Seto began to remember how close they had been; how Jou had shakily admitted that he might be gay; how they had kissed, and almost done more…

Caught up in these thoughts, Seto didn't realise that Mokuba had wandered off in some other direction, leaving him alone, and not looking where he was going. He didn't realise this until he bashed into something; something that swore loudly as it fell over.

"Shit! Watch where you're going!"

Seto looked down at the person he had knocked down. It didn't take much to recognise that white hair and those angry dark eyes.

"Bakura."

"Kaiba."

Another person behind Bakura took a sharp intake of breath, and Seto's eyes widened as he saw all of the boy's friends standing right near him – including the last person he expected to see. His stomach involuntarily flipped inside him.

Jou looked stunned. "Kaiba?"

Crap. Oh, crap. Of all the times to see Seto, why did it have to be here, when everyone was around? How was he supposed to act? They all thought he still hated Seto! They had no idea about the things that had happened between them…what was he supposed to do?

Luckily, Honda prevented him from doing anything stupid. "What are you doing out here, Kaiba? Did your building catch fire? There can't be any other reason you'd be outside."

Seto glared at him. Jou wanted to hit Honda for the insult, but that would make things a little obvious, wouldn't it?

"Was it your aim to waste my time?" Seto said coldly. "Because if so, you've succeeded."

"Was it your aim to bowl over Bakura?" Marik retorted. "You sure succeeded in that."

"Are you trying to pick a fight?"

"So what if we are?"

"You'll only be wasting even more of my valuable – and your invaluable – time by doing so."

"It'd be worth every second just to see you deflate that fat head of yours!" Honda clenched his fist, with every intention of slamming it into Kaiba's face – but someone's hand reached out to stop him.

"Honda," Jou was staring at his feet. "Honda…loosen up, man. Just let it go. We don't need to fight him."

Everyone suddenly became silent, as they turned to face Jou in surprise. Jou, of all people, was backing down from a fight. A fight with Kaiba, no less. This was a revolutionary situation.

"Are you feeling all right, Jou?" Malik asked. And he genuinely meant it.

"I'm fine. Don't fight him."

"Jou…" said Honda. Even Seto looked taken aback. "Jou, this is Kaiba we're talking about. Since when do you turn down a fight with Kaiba?"

Yugi stepped towards them. "Leave him alone, Honda. If Jou doesn't want to fight, he doesn't have to. Good on you, Jou."

Jou brought his eyes back up to everyone else. Honda, Marik, Malik and Bakura all looked shocked and slightly offended at his attitude. But Ryou was staring at him, eyes wide, as though with a sudden comprehension of something.

"Don't fight him," Jou said again, and walked away. After a few seconds, his friends followed behind him, still alarmed that he wasn't in his right mind.

Seto, meanwhile, had shaken his head at their retreating backs. "So the puppy has some strength in him after all.," he murmured, to no one except himself, before walking in the other direction.

After some distance, Jou sat down on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk. The others followed suit.

"Jou," said Yugi. "What happened back there?"

"Nothing."

"Don't kid with us, Jou, we know when something's wrong," Honda said sharply.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Jou met Ryou's gaze, and it was the same as before – the look of someone with a new, dawning knowledge. He spoke softly and calmly.

"We're your friends. It'll be better once you've talked about it, no matter what it is."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Jou swallowed heavily. This was going to take all his courage.

"All – all right. I'll tell you."

Oh yeah! 11 chapters down, only…actually, there's a lot more to go. Enjoy!

Sorry it took me a while to write this one. My friends have given me the important task of writing an original story, so that along with 2 fanfics…my priorities keep changing. But I only have 1 week before the holidays, and then I can write as much as I like!

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