Title: Hellhound
Description: A mysterious agent for hire called 'the Hellhound' roams the streets of Domino City, stealing and killing for cash. What happens when this dangerous thief is caught on the prowl by Seto Kaiba? What if the Hellhound is also someone a lot closer to him than he first thinks?
Rating: M
Pairing: Joey x Kaiba
Author's comments: Third chapter! Done promptly, and hopefully, well. As much as the beginning may seem, there's no lemon in this chapter. And before you pelt me with tomatoes, remember that there definitely will be one in a few chapters! Maybe more than one! Remember also that reviews encourage me to write faster! I love to know people are reading my fics and enjoying them. Hell, I'm even content to laugh at flamers! So don't be afraid of that lovely little button down there, mmkay?
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I couldn't believe it. I simply couldn't believe it. This wasn't happening. Kaiba had actually whacked me over the head with the butt of his gun to subdue me while he called the police and they hauled me away. I was dreaming.
But then, why did the tug of his hand as he yanked me down the stairs and into his bedroom feel so real?
Up at the stone tablet, when he'd recognized me, Kaiba had nearly dropped the gun. As soon as his grip lessened, however, I flailed, trying to get him off of me before the brunette realized it wasn't a trick of the light that simply made me look like his classmate. It didn't work.
His hand shot out in an instant and pinned me forcibly to the wall by my shoulder, and I was thankful it wasn't my throat, as his grip was tight.
"Wheeler, I believe you have a lot of explaining to do." As he said that, I froze. He was trying to use his cold, emotionless voice, but… what was that behind it? Confusion? Curiosity? Even… it sounded a lot like… sadness?
"Lemme go." I growled in a lower voice than usual, even though I knew I was horribly busted. Kaiba didn't listen and grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet, pulling me away from the artifacts I still needed to collect. I growled again, trying to tug my arm from his grip, but it simply tightened and I winced as he pinched the skin through my black, leather coat.
Wordlessly, I was led out of the collection room and down the stairs, Kaiba ignoring the creaky steps, unlike as I'd done before. They shifted and groaned under our collective weight, but stayed strong as the CEO dragged me down, not much caring how I tripped, stumbled, and bit my lip to keep from crying out as the gunshot wound in my leg throbbed and bled.
I honestly hadn't expected him to lead me there, of all places, but he chose the Blue Eyes decorated door and shoved me inside. I would never tell, but I could feel his hands shaking as he pushed me through. I tumbled to the floor with a hiss of pain, wincing as my leg burned. However, Kaiba paid no attention to my discomfort and simply helped me up to sit on the bed.
"Stay." He commanded coldly, and turned around and disappeared through another door. Now, there I was, sitting and waiting. My leg throbbing as it bled through my black pants, and tears growing in my eyes. The Hellhound was finished. Kaiba had obviously gone to call the police. What was I supposed to do now?
He'd get me arrested, and I'd end up in jail. Spending years in jail never sounds attractive, but I was only seventeen! I had my whole life ahead of me, and here it was, about to be snatched away and thrown into a small, 8' x 12' cell to be continuously violated by a big guy named Shirley for the next unknown number of years.
My nervous, and completely illogical, thoughts were interrupted rudely by the return of Kaiba. To my surprise, however, he wasn't holding a phone, or his gun, or anything. Instead, in his hands, was a first aid kit. He set it on the bed, and without a word or a glance at me, began pulling out supplies. He then grabbed my leg, forcing it up, much to my pained disdain.
"Ow! You bastard, quit it!" I exclaimed as he hiked up the pants leg to get a good look at the wound. It was bleeding freely, still, and had soaked a good bunch of my pants leg. The brunette ignored me completely and simply reached into the first aid kit to pull out a tube of antibacterial ointment. My eyes widened as I saw the brand and I tried to pull my leg out of his grasp. The stuff Kaiba was holding hurt like a bitch on open wounds. He paid no attention. holding my limb still as he squirted a good amount onto a cotton swab and began to run it over the bleeding wound. I yelped. "God damn it!" I exclaimed through gritted teeth.
Then, suddenly, I was very aware of sapphire orbs glaring at me.
"Wheeler, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kaiba asked me angrily, swabbing a bit harder. I hissed and whimpered, gripping the sheets as it stung like hell. Once I'd collected myself, I snapped back at him.
"I don't have to answer to you, you bastard." I turned my head away stubbornly, but was quite unpleasantly aware of the smirk I received. As if to get back at me, the brunette swabbed the cut in my leg a bit harder, pulling another strangled yelp from my throat.
"I'd like you to answer me, Wheeler. Why the hell are you doing this?" He said again, pressing and holding the stinging, torturous cotton swab to the wound as if to torture me with it. And torture he did. It stung and I whined, trying to twist my leg out of his grip.
"Fuck you! Stop it!" I exclaimed, finally snapping. I lunged out with my other leg and kicked Kaiba hard in the stomach. He let out a loud 'oof!' as he doubled over, which made him look like he was bowing to me, as he'd already been crouched on the ground. I smirked as I stood, letting my pants leg fall. However, before I even had time to step away from him, he was on his feet again and tensing, like he was ready to fight me. "What? Is this a fight, now?" I asked with a smirk, cracking my knuckles. He shook his head, however, and tensed even more. I think I realized a moment too late what he was going to do, and as he pounced, my reaction was completely the wrong one. When I, the fabled Hellhound, could have jumped right over him, dodged gracefully out of the way, blocked his pounce with shocking strength...
I just flinched.
We both tumbled back onto the bed, and he pushed me to the mattress. It was only in that instant I realized how suggestive this was and I flushed slightly. Suddenly glad there was little light in the room, I struggled to get him off me before he saw my embarrassment.
"Get off!" I exclaimed, bucking wildly. As I did, however, my leg got caught under his, and all of the damn CEO's weight went onto my wound. My eyes went wide and I opened my mouth to scream in pain, but he shifted his weight quickly off the injured part and clapped a hand over my mouth, muffling my cry.
"Sorry…" he said softly, sliding off me and grabbing the first aid kit again. I stayed stubbornly where I was, but then something struck me. Had Kaiba just apologized? To me, of all people? The brunette was unwinding a roll of gauze and bandages, now and I stared incredulously as he took my leg and wrapped the gauze around it tightly enough to stem the continuous blood flow, but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. Once he'd wrapped the wound, he looked back at me.
"Um… thanks." I said softly, suddenly very aware of the awkward situation around us. He nodded and looked at the bed, then back at me.
"I almost killed you, you know. I never would have thought that Joey Wheeler could ever be the great, fabled Hellhound." he said quietly, though looking at me with calculating, curious eyes. I shrugged.
"Well, you were wrong, then, weren't you? I'm a lot more capable than you think, Kaiba…" I growled back, glaring slightly. "I can do whatever the hell I want, and I don't need you thinking I'm pathetic, or incapable, you got it?" He seemed a bit taken aback, then chuckled.
"I didn't say anything like that." He said calmly, shaking his head, and I blinked. I vaguely noticed the edges of him were slightly fuzzy and shook my head, trying to straighten out my vision. Why didn't I feel so good all of a sudden?
"… No, I suppose you didn't. But you were thinking it…" I replied, frowning slightly and shaking my head again. "You always think it." Kaiba simply chuckled.
"Perhaps sometimes." he replied calmly, glancing at me with slight amusement in his usually cold eyes. He was wrapping the bandage around the layer of gauze he'd gotten on my leg, now, the clasps waiting patiently on the duvet to be used. It took a minute or so, but Kaiba fastened the bandage well enough, and I bent my leg, testing it a bit. To the contrary of what I'd expected, it throbbed painfully and I winced, straightening it immediately. Kaiba simply shook his head.
"What?" I asked coldly, crossing my arms. The brunette simply chuckled.
"I just thought of something." He said, pausing to see my curiosity perk up, much to my annoyance, and I tilted my head. He closed his eyes and stood before continuing his comment. "Well, you must like me more than I thought. After all, you picked the name 'Hellhound', didn't you? I always knew, once a mutt, always a mutt."
My eye twitched and I went to stand suddenly, ready to beat he crap out of Kaiba. How dare he! How dare he make a mockery out of me! Despite my sudden dizzyness and nausea, I propelled myself to my feet.
"You asshole! I'll fucking kill you!" I snarled as I lunged at him. However, my leg immediately buckled under me and the world's colors grew grey, spinning about me in a confusing monochrome cyclone. I stumbled and was vaguely aware of being suspended in the air by something. Kaiba's arms? Then, I began to black out.
The last thing I heard was that asshole's startled voice calling my name and desperately trying to shake me awake as I sank out of his grip and to the floor.
"Joey! J-Joey!" Then, everything was gone.
