Well, okay, maybe not FIVE minutes... my 'quick edit' took long than I expected. Ah, well. Now, back to the story... I quite like this chapter, for all its shortness.

Disclaimer: I, meaning me, don't, meaning DO NOT, own, meaning have copywrite to or ownership of, YGO, meaning Yu-Gi-Oh! Okay?
It's all in the eyes

Sahara stared.

Kaiba scowled. "What are you doing here?" he snapped, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"I – uh – I just," Sahara began, inwardly cursing the stutter his complete lack of shirt induced.

"You just what?" asked Kaiba acidly. "Came to taunt me?"

"No, I," Sahara took a deep, steadying breath. "I came to congratulate you. On your, er, recovery."

"Really?" Kaiba seemed amused.

"Really, hotshot. Now, why don't you pretend that you're a gentleman with manners and invite me in?" suggested Sahara, feeling a bit more confident.

Kaiba's face was an emotionless mask as he stepped aside to allow her entry.

"Nice look you've got going here," commented Sahara, surveying the chaos with a clinical air.

Kaiba snorted and closed the door. "So glad you approve."

Sahara rolled her eyes.

Kaiba waved vaguely at the couch. "Have a seat." He limped out of the room, swearing under his breath as soon as he was out of hearing distance.

Sahara studied the couch, decided that she could risk sitting on it, and sat. With an air of resigned boredom, she studied the contents of the drawer that were strewn across the floor. There were papers, tissues, pens, an expensive looking – although slightly scratched – silver watch, a framed picture and… hey.

Sahara glanced in the direction Kaiba had gone, and then reached down to pull a magazine out from under the picture. It was a typical gossip rag, the kind that made it front page news if she so much as scratched her nose.

Now, why on earth would Seto Kaiba have one of these things? Definitely not his style, not at all. Sahara scanned the front page, and her breath caught in her throat.

Sahara Heran: Has It All Gone To The Dogs?

She flipped to the index, then to the correct page and began to read.

Sahara Heran, 17, of Heran Corp., has finally found love – or at least, romance. She was spotted yesterday with one Joseph Wheeler, 17, at Lucy's, having lunch and talking animatedly. Joseph Wheeler (see inset) is a popular student at Domino High School – incidentally the same school the Ms. Heran now attends. Could the Ice Princess have melted?

But wait, there's more! The hunky Joseph, known to his friends as 'Joey', may not be as innocent as he looks. Sources close to the pair say that he is also currently in a relationship with one Mai Valentine. "He's a dog," a person, who did not wish to be named, says of him. "A complete dog."

Our view? Well, Sahara, better keep an eye on this one!

"Dog?" Sahara gasped, her mind flashing back to something Joey had once told her.

Flashback

"Why the hell did the teacher have to choose me to give him his stupid work? Ah, I hate the guy, isn't it obvious to them?" Joey pushed his hair out of his face and shoved the last of his files into his backpack.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Sahara asked, swinging her shoulder bag onto her shoulder.

"Where should I begin? He's got the biggest ego this side of the equator, he calls me a dog, he – " Joey groaned. "I could go on and on and on."

End

"Dog!" Sahara moaned, her eyes scanning the paper again. He wouldn't – he wasn't that kind of person… was he? He couldn't have… could he?

He's a dog, he's a dog, a dog, a dog, a dog… The words echoed around Sahara's mind, and she let the magazine slip through her fingers.

"So," said Kaiba, coming back in, with shirt and shoes, and looking a lot less frazzled. "What did you want to tell me?"

Man, I'm evil. It almost makes me feel sorry for them. Almost.

Well, aren't you proud of me? After that long drought, I posted two chapters in two days!

-sniff- Well I'M proud of me, okay?

R&R, you know the drill...

GLJ