The next day Joey found that Mokuba had booked the next two weeks off. When he went to see the teen about he was pulled aside by Seto, who told Joey he still had some work to. Joey frowned slightly when ideas raced through his mind of what he could do that day.

'What's wrong, mutt?' Joey shrugged.

'I just don't know what to do today now.' Seto looked into the brown eyes, confused.

'What would you normally do?' Joey shot the other a look, and Kaiba was instantly reminded of the blond's…activities. 'We can play fetch if you want?'

'I'm not a dog, Kaiba.'

'I beg to differ.'

'Oh yeh?'

'Yes. You seem to have plenty of…tricks.' He grinned at the blond, whose brown eyes turned icy under the blue eyes of Seto Kaiba. 'But seriously, mutt, I have nothing to do. All my work is back in the states, so I have some free time. It's pretty rare.' Joey thought back 2 years. He nodded to himself. He remembered when Seto used to work 24/7, even at school. He smiled, deviously.

'So, what do you suggest we do?'

'I don't know. It's been a while since I had time to myself.' He pondered for a while, before looking back to the blond. 'What stuff do you…like?' he ground the last word out, it was hard for him to be considerate towards the blond. Especially after seeing him in such a state.

'I like…food, I guess.' Joey scratched his head.

'What type?'

'Anything and everything.' Joey grinned widely. It was true, he had a massive appetite.

'Do you like to cook?'

'I've never tried.'

'Oh…' It took Joey a good minuet and a half to work out that they had begun walking to the kitchen. When they arrived, Seto looked around hastily.

'What you looking for?' Joey watched as he pulled open cupboards and drawers.

'Utensils.'

'What for?'

'I'm going to teach you how to cook.'

'Why?'

'I have nothing better to do…'

'Great.' Joey rolled his eyes. He felt so special. A cooking lesson because the CEO had nothing better to do. Kaiba walked over, handing Joey some ingredients. Confused, Joey placed them on the counter. 'Say, Kaiba…'

'Hm?' The brunet busied himself pulling out more items.

'What are we making?'

'Chicken soup. It's the easiest thing I can think of.' The blond nodded. Soup. No cakes or fancy meals…soup. Kaiba passed Joey a large knife.

'Here.' He watched the blond take it. 'There are some chicken cutlets on the counter. Cut them into strips…you can handle that…right?' Joey rolled his eyes.

'I'm not an idiot.'

'We have yet to see otherwise.' The blond placed the chicken down and began to cut the meat slowly. This wasn't so bad. In fact, it was easy. Joey grew more confident and began to slice faster and faster. Kaiba, impressed, stood and observed from the other end of the counter, where he was pouring hot chicken stock into a pan. He watched as the blond began on the third piece of meat before…

'Fuck!' Kaiba's eyes grew wide as he watch Joey clutch his hand. 'Fuck fuck fuck!' The blond began to yell, and to the blue eyed boys horror, blood laced around the puppy's pale hands.

'Shit, what did you do? You stupid…' He rushed over, trying to pry free the hand. 'I'll go get some stuff to clean it up, come on.' He hurried Joey to his bedroom, sitting him on the bed. Kaiba walked into the blond's bathroom, searching for something to hold the fingers in one piece. He muttered his actions to himself as he searched.

'Toilet paper, too thin. Towel…to big…ah medicine cabinet…' The brunet opened the little door and jumped back slightly as something fell. Catching it in his hand, he looked down to see a syringe. His heart stopped. His eyes slowly dragged up to the cabinet on the wall, to see it stuffed with similar needles and packets upon packets of pills. He felt the blood rush from his face. What the fuck was this. He turned around and marched to the door, tightly clutching the new object.

'Wheeler, what the fuck is this?' Fire blazed on the watery pools, his lips curled in disgust, hurt and fear.

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Why hello people!

Short again…because…yes I have been working! And being the patient person I am…I am looking for a new job! My group is full of personality and I had to sign a silly contract saying I'll let them do medical tests with a doctor of their choice and my info can be disclosed. I wanna get out before that happens. And I hate call centres and many many other reasons. I managed a full 4 and a half hours sleep…but I would like to thank you all kindly for shattering my 952 hit record! It's now 1040! Woo! So thanks!

My laptop is also broke. LCD is fucked and it keeps turning black! I also spent a lot of my training day doodling. I might post it on deviantart. It's not very artistic but it seems a shame to waste a days work. (I spent more time doodling than working, and even more time day dreaming.) ah the joys of training.

Anyways!

Please R&R

Much love to you all

Mwah!

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