Here is chapter 3! I wrote it quickly, since I've had the idea in mind for quite some time.

I'll be updating in a while, now, since I want to finish the next chapter for my My Hero Academia fanfiction.

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CHAPTER 3

Katsuya could not believe it. Kaiba had agreed to let him stay. Without killing him or worse. The new recruit knew there would be unsavory moments to come in the near future, though, for the CEO had looked too smug for comfort when he had declared that he was "sheltered for now". What the hell did that even mean? He was no stray dog, for God's sake! When would he be freed of this stupid dog image.

But for now, he was still part of KC staff, with its nice salary and advantages, and Isono was not worried for his boldness in introducing the blonde to their boss. That, at least, was great. Katsuya could sign the lease of his dream apartment and celebrate with a copious meal at Burger World. He could buy decorations and a car. Start a new, independent life for himself. With millions of projects in mind, he had fallen asleep in the blink of an eye and spent one of the best nights in his life.

Isono congratulated him the following day, a small, but proud smile gracing his usually strict features.

"That was great, Katsuya," he complimented, "you handled the situation very well and Director Kaiba was impressed."

"Was he really, or 'tis just a way to boost my ego?," Jonouchi snorted incredulously.

"His exact words were, among others, "Not bad for a yapping mutt", which is a huge progress in the way he sees you, I can assure you. I've known him for a very long time and he's not usually prone to compliments."

"Don't tell me. But I don't like bein' called a mutt. Am no dog, dammit!"

"Well, you'll have to prove yourself daily from now on, never letting down," the elder man said, "and hopefully, he will consider you more and more valuable as time passes. Which is why you will know learn how to use a gun, a sniper trifle, and of course the most sensible of information about the Kaibas. You will have to sign a confidentiality clause for that, but I'll make sure you become indispensable for them."

"A gun? A sniper trifle?" Katsuya was abashed. "I'll have a gun, no joke?"

"Of course, you're one of us, now," Isono replied determinedly. "You will also get a company car, a set of uniforms, and of course, a solid reference for leasing contracts, mortgages, and bank account operations. I remember you want to move to a nicer place, and KaibaCorp will provide you with the best reference you can get for this. Any lessor will throw themselves at your feet once you have it stamped, and I'm not joking. KC logo makes wonders on people."

"Whoah, hold on a sec'," he shot up his hands to shush his mentor-now-colleague, "how am I to 'ave a company car? Kaiba agreed to 'tis?"

"He did, albeit not directly." A glint of mischievousness shone in the elder's eyes. "I asked him if I could give you access to all options according to your new official status, but I never specified what I meant by that, and I have to say Director Kaiba doesn't know I added this specific one to the list. He trusts me for being reasonable, and he won't bother with those details, you know. And as you'll have to demonstrate rapidity, efficiency and availability at all times, I assumed a better means of transport than public transport was needed, don't you think?"

"Man, yer a sneaky bastard when ya wanna be!," the blonde laughed, grinning. "Now, I feel more of a Man in Black than ever!"

"Don't you tire of this comparison?," Isono mock-chided, although he looked amused. "I know where it comes from, but we don't fight aliens, nor do we have incongruous devices to erase people's memories..."

"No, but dat Takamoto dude was close to a frigging alien roach, I swear. Besides, me, using a sniper trifle, honestly! Wouldn't dare dream of it, and yet am going to do just dat."

"You don't know what you might need to do to protect the Kaibas."

"I figured."

Isono produced a stack of papers, annexes of Katsuya's main contract, and put them down on his desk for the blonde to sign. Confidentiality clause, full status options, training requirements and checkups were listed on pages and pages, and the new bodyguard's hand hurt by the time he had finished signing everything. Once that was out, his mentor led him to his small living space created next to his working space in his KC office, and offered him a coffee and sugar. When they got both comfortably seated, he began.

"I think it is best for me to begin with some information regarding Director Kaiba's private living arrangements and habits. As you will work with him until your training is complete, and if I know him well enough, I'm sure you will need it. I find it essential that you can answer as many of his needs as possible in short notice, and sometimes that requires some knowledge of the kind."

"What do ye mean, private livin' arrangements?"

"Well," Isono hesitated for a brief second, then resumed, "sometimes, Director Kaiba will ask you to do tasks that his personal assistant could take care of, but doesn't because he asks you specifically. Coffee, lunch, clothes, things like that."

Katsuya let out a breath. He had feared the worst, but if it was just to act as a personal slave, it sounded strangely better than something else he did not want to think about.

"Therefore," his mentor continued, "I made you a list of Director Kaiba's measurements and preferred choices of clothing, food, drinks, and of course where to find everything, and I would like us to go through it at least once together, to make sure you get everything and don't have any question."

The blonde's personal alarm went off at the mention of "measurements". Measurements of what? He might have asked this out loud, for the other answered immediately.

"Shirts, trousers, shoes, everything down to his underwear."

"Underwear?," he repeated dumbly, blinking as he tried processing what he heard.

Isono knew this was a big pill to swallow, and yet he felt mischievous and wanted to make some fun at his new colleague's expense. He replied evenly, almost nonchalantly.

"Yes, Director Kaiba only wears 100% cotton boxers, in plain and simple colors. Black, dark blue, or at worst, all hues of blue are fine, as long as they're not too flashy. Depending on the brand, he wears M or L, but after some time, you'll be able to determine which size fits him best. He likes the fabric to feel smooth on his skin and hates it when the bands are to tight..."

"WHAAAT?!"

Katsuya's brain had stopped to function completely. That was what he had feared. Simply imagining Seto freaking Kaiba asking that his boxer bands are not too tight, and the fabric... Ugh, just no. Nope. No way in hell he would think about this.

He caught a sparkle of mirth in Isono's eyes, and understood he was being made fun of.

"Yer joking, right? Tell me ye are, ye bastard!," he ordered, his cheeks red with embarrassment, which earned him a low chuckle from his mentor.

"In a way, yes, but only in the way I presented things. For the rest, alas, I fear this is indeed something you will have to know. You never know what you may be asked."

"Seriously..."

"Yes. Now, this is only underwear, I didn't mention anything about Director Kaiba's room yet..."

"Idon'twannaknowthanks!"

Nonplussed and merciless, the elder bodyguard deadpanned, "You don't have a choice in this. You will know everything about Director Kaiba, even if I have to thrust the information into your head myself. Don't think I won't do it."

He would, most certainly. Katsuya gulped, eyes as wide as saucers. Defeated, he eventually nodded. Isono continued as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, Katsuya, believe me. I know you don't particularly like Director Kaiba, and the sentiment is mutual. But in order to be able to shadow and protect him in the most professional way, you will have to know exactly what he does, where, and with whom, at any time, be it working, eating, negotiating, or having sex, and you'll have to respond to any of his needs accordingly, if he ever has some to express."

The parts about having sex and needs did not compute. The blonde tried his best to assimilate the idea that he would be spying on his new boss's life like a Big Brother type of obsessed dude, and he almost succeeded, until that part came along. The simple association of Seto Kaiba, the frigid drama king, and sex, like in messy hot intercourse involving an exchange of fluids with someone else than his ego, clashed in Katsuya's head and made it spin horribly. He wanted to vomit. Right now and here, on his mentor's shoes. Or run away screaming bloody murder. Or both. Anything to stop him thinking about such a terrible thing as Seto Kaiba fucking a human being voluntarily and having fun doing so.

His face scrunched up in disgust and nauseated horror, and Isono could not help it anymore. It was not meant to be that funny, of course, for his protegee would have to know if his boss indulged himself in such activity, but his utter disbelief and outright disgust at the idea were too much to bear. The elder man broke into a fit of laughing. The younger male, however, was not as amused.

"Stop it, old man!," he whined, "I didn't need ta know dat! Didn't even need ta know he 'ad a sexual life. Now I'm scarred fer life, thanks very much..."

Isono stopped laughing and stared at him for some time, and he got slightly unnerved. Had he said something wrong? Did his mentor not like being told he was "old"?

"As far as I know," the man told him very, very seriously, "Director Kaiba does not have any sexual life going. I've never seen him taking anyone to his room, or even kiss anyone. In fact, he..."

"Aaaand dat's it, I stop listening!," he yelled covering his ears and closing his eyes tightly.

Isono shook his head smiling. His protegee might be a man in body, being almost twenty, but in his head, he still was a teen sometimes. It was refreshing, in a way, but he would have to leave that aside if he wanted to be a real bodyguard. The elder took a sip of his coffee and waited for the other to calm down on his own, which he did quite rapidly.

Katsuya had not imagined, even in his worst nightmares, that he would have to do all that. Of course, he understood that bodyguards had to make sure nothing and no one was even remotely dangerous for his boss. Therefore, examining places where Kaiba would go, and checking the backgrounds of people he would meet to make sure they would not try to harm him were a given. But going as far as finding out if said people would give him STD if he fucked them... How about no.

He just grasped the immensity of the task he would be facing from now on. As Kaiba's shadow, he would have to be informed of everything twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and react at the slightest move. That was very empowering, in a sense, being so close to one of the most powerful men on Earth. That was also terrifying, and something he did not need in his already hectic life.

But now, he thought resigned, I agreed and signed. No way I'm going back on my word.

He slowly turned back to his previous position, sitting stiffly across from his mentor and listening to what he would have to know – probably by heart – in order to fulfill his task to the best of his abilities. He swallowed back the bile that was rising up his throat, and his gaze riveted on Isono. The latter put his cup back on the table and started speaking again.

"Forgive me, Katsuya," he said somewhat remorsefully, "I know it's a lot to take in. You've gone too far to stop here, however, and I know you'll take it. Given some time, you won't feel anything about it anymore."

"Mh, I wouldn't be so sure, but well... have no choice, now, eh?"

"Don't be like that. I promise you it will be alright. If you prefer, I can leave you the notes I've prepared for you and you can read them quietly at home. Would it be better for you?"

Katsuya thought about it, but shook his head.

"No, I think 'tis better if we talk about it together. Dat way, I won't want to throw up everytime I read a line. I just learned Kaiba may 'ave a sexuality, and I don't want no surprises like dis again."

Again, a small smile crept up Isono's thin lips.

"I gather as much. I'm sorry I made fun of you, but I couldn't resist. I promise I will be more serious now."

"Ye better."

"Now, if you have to know, I'm not 100% sure, but I'd say Director Kaiba is asexual for now, but if he meets someone of interest..."

"Aaaaand I think I'll just vomit here, if ye don't mind."

Isono would have fun for days thinking about that particular moment. He liked his protegee to the point they might be very good friends, and making fun of him was too easy. He was glad to have him at his side. He needed the company.

Now more than ever, as he could sense something coming their way.