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As the two finally had made their way towards the limousine, they got inside. The car took off immediately.

On the outside Seto still looked cool and collected, but on the inside he sighed in relieve. He was always freaked out by the media, and now with all the gossiping of him and Jounouchi going around, he was about to go knock his head on his laptop. He didn't know why on earth he was letting the dog do the job anyway, it would only lead to more spicy stories in the papers.

Jou wasn't doing much better either. He was fumbling with the bottom of his shirt nervously. Still trying to figure out how to pass the day without either Kaiba or his dad trying to pull stuff on him. And then there was tomorrow to survive. Another day where he had to try avoiding his best friends…

"Would you stop that," Kaiba said quietly.

"Eh?" Jou looked up surprised. He saw Seto staring at him and followed his gaze that led to his hands. "Oh sorry," he said and quickly let go of his shirt.

"How can that guy stay cool under all those watching eyes…?" Jou mumbled to himself.

Seto blinked. "What were you saying?"

"Nothing," was Jou's quick reply.

Seto rolled his eyes. "You know, we do need some sort of communication when we work together."

Jou twitched slightly in annoyance. "You're the one to talk, Moneybags."

"We cannot keep insulting each other either when we have to cooperate with one another," Seto shot back.

"Then maybe you should stop calling me aMutt," Jou huffed.

"Sure Dog." Seto smirked as he saw Jou glower in anger.

"Don't make me strangle you, Kaiba!" Jou yelled out as he lunged at the brunet. But Seto dodged it and Jou fell flat on his face. The blond pulled himself up and turned around…

Only to stare into Seto's arrogant face, that was smirking in victory. "Damn him…" Jou muttered under his breath and he sat down, still glaring at the cocky CEO. Seto just stared back, the smirk still adoring his face. He wanted Jou to go crazy, it was addicting to watch the blond get insane.

Just to make Jou's mind more messed up, Seto did what he never did before in his life. He gave Jou a wink.

Which in turn made Jou feel like dropping his jaw. Seto Kaiba, his sworn archenemy was winking at him? What the fuck? A particular thought came into Jou's mind making him feel quite uneasy.

'Is Seto flirting with me…?' That would be very creepy. And at the same time it was exciting. Who wouldn't get excited when flirting with their enemy?

FLASHBACK

Seto stared at Jou, unaware that Jou had noticed it. Hell, he wasn't aware of himself staring at Jou for that matter. Because if he did, he would probably freak out inside his mind.

But the staring did make Jou feel quite uncomfortable. He wanted something to happen, anything… "See something ya like?" Jou said with a grin on his face.

That had been such a bad move…

Seto's eyes widened in shock.

END FLASHBACK

Yes, anyone could agree with the fact that flirting with your enemy was hot and sexy.

But anyway, the thought itself - that Kaiba was flirting with him, Jou - made the blond blush. From embarrassment. And maybe something else… But Jou would never admit that.

"That wasn't funny," Jou muttered and he turned away from Kaiba. He did not feel like letting the brunet know his embarrassment. He looked outside and the sun was already starting to fall behind the horizon.

"Seto?"

The young CEO, who had just pulled out his be-damned laptop, turned to the blond in silence. His eyes stared at Jou expectantly.

"It's okay if I call you that right?"

Seto didn't move. He didn't even blink. It was quiet again in the car and Jou felt like as if the silence was lasting for ages. But then Seto broke the silence. "You've called me by my first name several times before and never once did I mention it. So why would I think it isn't okay now?"

Jou let a breath he didn't know he was holding. The silence had let the tension run up.

"But that's not what you wanted to ask, right?" Seto stated.

Jou looked at Seto. "No," he said. "It wasn't really. I wanted to ask what kind of job I had to do, since you've never mentioned it to me."

JOUNOUCHI'S POV:

"I wanted to ask what kind of job I had to do, since you've never mentioned it to me."

Again I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. Is this a real job? A really paid job? A dream come true? Or is it just another one of the bastard's tricks to make me look like an idiot? I really do hope it's the first.

"I designed a new game and I want you to test it," he says in his famous business-like tone.

Oh thank god, thank god! It's a real job! Thank you Seto! You saved my life! Gods, I am so happy, I almost think I can kiss the guy.

ALMOST THINK.

But I am interested in the game. If it's a good game, I'll tell my buddy Yugi about it. I bet he wants to buy and play it. He's such a game-addict, I'm sure he'll forgive me for working for Kaiba after hearing this priceless information.

"What kind of game?" I ask.

"A game that involves dancing-"

"WHAT!" I yell, cutting him off. Me? Dancing? What's Kaiba talking about! "Are you crazy? I can't dance!" Kaiba is nuts. He is fucked up and crazy. I CAN'T DANCE. I'm not a dancer, I'm a goddamn duellist!

"I've seen your quality during your first dance lesson, Jou."

"B-but…" I try to protest. "Anzu is a much better dancer!" I feel like whining like a little kid.

"I doubt that," I hear Kaiba say.

You doubt that? Well, you shouldn't. I can't dance. I can't, and that's final!

"Mazaki may be a good dancer, but she'll never become that good, since she's smoking."

Okay, he had a point there. But still… I can't dance! I've only taken ONE lesson and… I just can't dance dammit!

"Besides," Mr. I-rule-this-world continues. "Before you rudely interrupted me, I wanted to say that the game involves both dancing AND duelling. And Mazaki's duelling skills are ridiculous."

Okay, he is right. Anzu isn't that good of a duellist, but…

"How dare you call her ridiculous, Kaiba!"

Damn you, asshole! You're not gonna insult my friends here! I feel the heat rising in my face from the anger. Damn him! Damn that snotty rich bastard! I lung forward again, the second time in less that ten minutes. Unfortunately there's no one to hold me back…

NORMAL POV:

Seto grabbed Jou by his arm and twirled him around. Jou came crushing right into Seto's chest. "Cool off, I didn't mean anything with that. Besides, you'd better put that energy into work. You wanted money right?"

Jou closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes to calm down. Kaiba was right, now was not the time to get angry over something little. He unconsciously leaned is back into Seto's chest as he made an attempt to relax.

"Why are you such a bastard sometimes…" Jou mumbled quietly.

Seto's heart suddenly skipped a few beats as he held Jou just a bit tighter in his arms. "Sometimes…?"

"Yeah…" Jou nodded lazily as he relaxed fully against Seto, which - unlike Jou himself - Seto was fully aware of. They were so close, it made the brunet somewhat nervous.

"Well I…" He could feel Jou's breathing, his inhales and exhales. He could feel Jou's warmth through their clothes, so nice. He could bury his face into Jou's hair and smell his scent. This was so… so…

SO NOT RIGHT.

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