A/N: Oh, gosh! Randomicity. It's lovely to hear from you. I need you on Facebook or something. Send me an e-mail or message. I miss you. Yes, a lot of things have altered what I write about. Life has. But, oh well. I'm working on my own original stories, as well. Perhaps you can read them sometime and give me your two cents.

For my regular readers, or anyone stumbling upon this; I have an idea for a chapter story for this ship. I'm notorious for being a slow updater and also for giving up on stories half-way through. Still want me to attempt it?

The one-shot below is a completely random and senseless drabble I wrote in the wee hours of the night. Sweet.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is the sole property of Kazuki Takahashi.

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Seto could picture it every time. Disgusting. And then that noise equivalent to the crunching of leaves beneath one's boot with that small exhalation of air, similar to a weak bike pump...

The CEO learned to turn his head away from the table sitting his arch-enemy and friends as he passed by. He always wanted to catch a brief glimpse of conversation, in hopes of learning something that could benefit him, but there was always that damn noise. He knew the source of it well, though never made a move to cease it until today. Today he made an oath to himself. If he heard it, he'd act accordingly.

Slipping his phone into his pocket, he slowly made his way over by the lunch table. He watched as Tristan glanced up at him, a smug look on his face due to the situation in English. It was merely a slip of the ways of the norm, though Seto knew it'd haunt him in his mind. Failing to be the best was not something he'd accept as fact. No matter if Taylor acquired a higher score than him on the midterm or not. It was only by two points and Seto wasn't expecting the timed essay to be included in the test. He didn't get any sleep the night before. None at all. It wasn't like he couldn't bribe the teacher to allow him to retake—

Dammit.

Flinching slightly at the familiar noise, his eyes narrowed darkly and his nostrils flared unintentionally. It was never acceptable to break Seto Kaiba's train of thought.

Deep blue eyes focused strictly on straw blond hair.

"Wheeler," he drawled, standing only a few feet behind said boy's chair.

Smacking his lips, then swallowing, he didn't care to turn around. "Whatcha want, Kaib'?"

All eyes were on him and paranoia kicked in. Something about today was completely off. He was exhausted and angry and stressed.

Moreso than usual.

Taking an uneasy step forward, he brought his arm around the blond's front and pressed his hand forcefully towards Joey's jaw, causing his lips to seal and his teeth to clash.

"Chew with your mouth closed."

Joey snorted at that, gripping Kaiba's wrist somewhat loosely and yanking it a bit forward in an attempt to make the CEO pick up one of the potato chips. The object which produced such a disgraceful noise each and every school day around noon.

Seto felt himself being dragged and retracted his arm, which was allowed by the oddly passive blond. Feeling the need to harrumph, almost in delayed protest, Seto wiped the back of his wrist on his pant leg, sneering in annoyance at Joey as he turned in his seat. "So," Wheeler drawled with a small smile, "How's Mista High-'N'-Mighty doin', today?" Was the blond high? What the hell was he droning on about? Seto just stared at him, unamused and with crossed arms. "Ya know. You." That didn't need to be explained, moron.

The group was still looking to him expectantly, except for the White-haired exchange student who was digging through his backpack.

Seto rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this," he muttered, aggravated and turned slightly to move on.

"You got cold hands, Kaiba," said the mutt, voice calm and thoughtful.

Glancing his way, Seto's mouth twitched at the comment. "Do you mean 'cold feet,' perhaps, Wheeler?"

A shake of shaggy hair was the response followed by, "Nah. Hands." He glanced down slightly, then ran the side of his finger over his chin, ghosting the feeling of the brunet's flesh on his own. "Maybe ya jus' need someone ta warm 'em up." Bringing his hands to his lips in a cup-like form, the blond breathed out to exhibit what he was implying.

Téa giggled quietly, earning a death glare from Seto, himself. She promptly placed her hand over her mouth, but Joey broke out again in a cheesy grin. The filthy pest was enjoying this!

"Hmph," the CEO pressed, turning to leave, again. That was the last time he touched the mutt in a way that was anything less than painful.