When Joey woke up the next morning, it took a while for him to realize where he was. Slowly he sat up in the bed and looked around. The guest room was huge; almost half the size of his own apartment. Joey let out a sigh, how was Kaiba ever going to let him live this down?

"Ah, Mister Wheeler, how are you feeling today?" asked an old lady as she walked into the room.

"Whoa," exclaimed Joey falling out of the bed, quickly he regained his composure and smiled at the maid, "Ha, yeah I'm alright, although my head still hurts." Joey stood up.

"Master Kaiba will be glad to know you're well," said the maid, "Should I tell Master Kaiba you will be joining him for lunch soon?"

Joey's stomach grumbled; he hadn't even begun to think of food. But eating with Kaiba in his own house didn't really sound appetizing to Joey either.

"Uh, yeah sure," replied Joey, turning away from the maid, for he had started to blush. This was just all to weird, being in Kaiba's house, being waited on by Kaiba's servants, being called down by Kaiba to eat with Kaiba. Joey started to panic, he couldn't escape Kaiba. It was starting to scare Joey, but at the same time fill him with a sense of comfort.

"Excellent," said the maid, "You can use the bathroom attached to the room to wash your self," and then she left.

Joey made his way over to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. Apart from the bruises and dry blood, he still had his face intact. He turned on the faucet and splashed the cool water on his face. Perhaps the water would cool down his face, for every time he thought of walking down those steps and facing the man who may have just saved his life last night, he couldn't help but blush.

After Joey had washed up, he noticed the pills and note on the counter.

Take them!! It read.

So Kaiba had been in here. It creep Joey out a bit, but willingly he took the pills.

He then took one last look in the mirror, making sure his clothes were in order, and his hair was still relatively appeasing. But when he caught himself straightening out his hair he cried out in anger. Why was he making himself look good? And of all the people, why for Kaiba?

Joey quickly left the room and rushed down the stairs. He could see the dinning room off to his right. Before going in he stopped. Desperately he tried to slow down his breathing; he knew his heart was starting to pick up. Taking a deep breath he entered the room.

There he was, sitting at the head of the table, leaning over a bowl and reading the paper. Mokuba was also there, dressed up in his school uniform, contently eating his own lunch.

It only took a few moments for Kaiba to notice Joey.

"Ah, so the pup decided to wake up after all," smirked Kaiba, setting down his spoon.

Even if the comment was made to annoy Joey, he just smiled and replied sarcastically, "Good to know you cared."

Kaiba smiled to himself and resumed his eating.

Joey took a seat next to Mokuba.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Joey asked him.

"Already have been, it's noon Joey,' Mokuba hesitated, "W-what happened to you yesterday?"

Kaiba stopped to look up at Joey. The question had been bugging him last night too.

"Uh, well, just some dumb thug who thought he could get the best of old Joey Wheeler," said Joey, laughing nervously.

"If you hadn't noticed already Joey, he did get the best of you. If you remember at all," sneered Kaiba. How could Joey be so careless?

"Hey, I was fine, it's not like I couldn't handle it," Joey said jumping out of his seat.

"Um, I'm gonna go back to school now," said Mokuba, quickly dashing from his chair and out the door.

Kaiba stood up as well, and folded his newspaper, "Does handling it mean you lying on the sidewalk in pain?" Kaiba remembered Joey lying in on the cold cement. The memory was hard to take in.

Joey laughed and turned around, "As if it's the first time that's happened."

"What… you mean this happens a lot?" asked Kaiba, stepping towards Joey.

Quickly Joey turned around and was taken back. He hadn't realized Kaiba was that close to him. He looked around nervously; usually Kaiba wasn't this forward with him.

Kaiba caught Joey's attention and stared into his eyes. This was dangerous, nobody had ever made Kaiba feel this way. He had first felt the feeling last night, but Kaiba didn't know what it was. Now he was clear; he cared for Joey.

"Yeah, sure, it happens, but it's usually not a big deal," said Joey, crossing his arms.

Kaiba's heart leapt. The thoughts of Joey being hurt speared through him with the utmost feeling of sorrow. Before he knew what he was doing he had Joey in his arms. He held Joey close, while Joey himself went stiff as a board.

"What…," Joey swallowed, "are you doing?"

"Promise me something," demanded Kaiba, backing off and holding Joey by the shoulders.

Slowly Joey nodded. He had never seen Kaiba react like this.

"If you get hurt again, promise me you'll come straight to me," Kaiba's face was solid. Joey realized that Kaiba meant what he was saying, "I- I…"

Kaiba couldn't say it; he first wanted to know that Joey felt the same way. He dropped his head.

"Kaiba?" said Joey, gently taking Kaiba's hands from his shoulders and holding them.

Kaiba looked at Joey again, "Yes?"

"I promise."