So I'm doing a second chapter in Seto's POV. This is the first time I've done something like this…. I hope you enjoy.

I'm Seto, Seto Kaiba. But everyone calls me Kaiba; I don't want anyone to speak my first name. Only my special people, like my brother, may call me Seto. I'm the CEO of my own company.

They say I'm a very cold person. That is not entirely true-I started doing that so people would leave me and Mokuba alone. I do have feelings; I just don't show them. I learned to keep tight control over them. But one person does manage to break that practice, and I think I have a little crush on him. That person is Joey Wheeler

I slowly walked down the corridor, grabbing a textbook out of my locker. As I started walking to class, the bell rang. Suddenly, I saw a flash of gold, and someone bumped into me. I looked down and saw none other than Joey Wheeler, the blond mutt that, for some reason, had stolen my heart. But I will not show him my feelings. No I won't!

"Watch were you're going mutt," I said coldly.

He looked up and glared at me. His expression made me think of an angry dog. He quickly stood up, yelling, "I am not a dog! Now get out of my way, I'm late."

He rushed past me, and I sighed when he was out of earshot because it's hard for me to stay cold with him. I walked to my classroom; this was the only hour that Joey and I didn't have together. I saw some girls whispering about me, so I sent them a cold glare, and they shut up. The teacher was explaining something what I had learned when I was about 12 years old. I opened my laptop and started doing more important things.

As I sat in the cafeteria, I saw Tristan and Joey rush inside. It looked like they were racing, and I was correct, because about two seconds later Joey cheered, "Yes, I won! Now pay up, buddy!"

I tried my hardest not to smile, so I focused on my computer and started to finish my work. After some time I felt like I was being watched; I slowly glanced over the top of my laptop and I moved my fingers like I was typing. I saw Joey staring at me; he had a dreamy look on his face, and it took all my self-control not to blush. Tristan started talking, so Joey turned to pay more attention to him.

I put my laptop away and stood up. As I started walking towards the table where Joey sat, I heard him cursing something. I found that a perfect moment for a little teasing. I love it when his eyes burn with the passion to beat me. "What is the dog barking about?"

Joey slowly turned around to meet my steady gaze. I stared down at him, and he glared at me. "Don't you have a company to run?"

"Not at the moment-I don't have to be there 24/7, you know."

"Really?" I heard the sarcasm dripping from his voice as he continued, "Because it seems you DO work 24/7."

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't act like you know how it is, you mutt," I answered coldly before I walked away.

How dare him! He didn't know how it was…he really pisses me off….but that is why I love him. I heard Tristan laugh so I looked back to see Joey staring out the window with a cute blush on his face. I sighed, accepting that I couldn't be mad at him. Yes, this all is getting very old.

When school was over, I was one of the first out of the classroom. I needed to be at a meeting, so I was hurrying a little. I was pissed off, because Joey had been staring at me the whole time, I swear. I can't concentrate on my work like that. It's not that I don't like it, I just…yeah…I'm not really sure what I want.

Then for the second freakin' time today, Joey bumped into me! Being as pissed as I was, I said angrily, "What is it with you, mutt, are you trying to get me angry today?"

He locked eyes with me, as he stood up. He was one of the few people who could look at me in the eyes. The other people look away, afraid to be frozen on the spot.

"Maybe I am, Kaiba," he said, spitting my name out.

That made me angrier than I already was. "Then you're doing a good job," I growled.

"Well, thank you…I do my best to get on your nerves," he said.

With that I lost some of my self-control. "Stop messing with me! I'm not into your games, so stop it before I send you to the hospital!"

"Watch out that I don't send you there first!"

We started to fight. No matter how much I hate to admit it, he is a good fighter. People gathered around us and screamed, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" After some time his friends separated us. We glared at each other for a second, and then walked away without a word. When I sat in my limo, I saw him running towards-I assume-home, and if I'm not mistaken, he looked panicked and sad.

I sighed as I looked out the limo's widow. I was done with work, but I didn't feel like going home. Mokuba was at a friend's house, so I would be alone. I hate that, because suddenly the house seems too big. But I was never going to tell anyone I don't like being alone. I got out of the car and walked inside.

As I sat in the living room, I let my emotionless mask slip completely off. The only thing I like about being alone is that I can be myself. I'm sure the loneliness can be seen on my face. Is it so bad that I want someone by my side? No, scratch that-I want Joey at my side. He is the only one in the world for whom I have this kind of feelings. I sighed…I'm a love-struck fool. Joey would never feel the same way for me.

The doorbell rang. Who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone. And didn't I lock the gate? How were they able to reach the door? I put on my emotionless mask as best I could, then I opened the door. What I saw made my jaw drop.

Joey stood there leaning against the side of the door. His eyes that normally had a living fire burning behind them looked dull and lifeless. And he was covered in blood.

"J-Joey?" I managed to stammer.

He looked up, but I could see that he didn't see me. Suddenly he started rocking back and forth. "Please…help….me," he said before he fell forward.

I caught him around his middle, so his head landed on my chest. My mind was immediately filled with all kinds of thoughts. What had happened? Who did this to my puppy? Wait a sec-'MY puppy?' That's not important right now. I need to think calmly and straight. I need…I need to get him cleaned up and into a bed. Yes… I looked behind Joey to see a red trail up to the door where he had walked. This was worse than I thought it was.

I lifted Joey up bridal style, and brought him to a bathroom. I sat Joey on the counter. I grabbed a wet cloth and started cleaning the wound on his head. It was a big one; the blood had covered most of his face. After I bandaged the wound, I looked carefully at his face. There were no more wounds, just a black eye. I slowly reached over to touch it; Joey's face twisted in pain when I did, so I stopped.

Then I went on to his upper half. I didn't want to embarrass Joey, but I had to take his shirt off to help him. I slowly removed his shirt. When I saw his chest I stumbled back. There were all kind of bruises, cuts and other wounds all over his chest. I grabbed the cloth again and washed him off. There were a lot of fresh wounds. But it seemed like there were some older wounds, too, as well as some very old scars. None of them seemed pleasant. The worst was his side; he had a huge gash in it. I tried to bandage it, but it was already red again. He must have lost a lot of blood.

Slowly Joey's arm moved. But his wrist did something it shouldn't do. I gently inspected his arm and found the wrist was broken. I looked to see if something else was broken and it turned out that his other wrist was broken, too. I sighed; I can't take care of that. I had to wait until Joey was well enough to see a doctor.

I slowly picked Joey up and brought him to my room, leaving his blood-stained shirt in the bathroom. I didn't want to put that on him again. So after I laid him in bed I grabbed a shirt of mine and pulled it over his head. It was a little too big, but it was better than nothing. I slowly moved the covers over him. He seemed very peaceful now. I don't know what I was doing while I waited for Joey to wake up. I sat everywhere. On the bed, but I found it too close. On the chair, on the ground against the closet…everywhere. But I never left the room, and I never took my eyes off him once, waiting to see him wake up.

After I moved, for what I think was the hundredth time, I stood against the wall as Joey's eyes slowly opened. My heart jumped. He was okay. I said trying to sound gentle, "Finally decide to wake up?"

He looked at me. He looked exhausted, surprised, and for some reason a little happy. I walked toward him. His face was flushed and he looked so vulnerable. I couldn't help myself as I placed my hand on his forehead. He smiled when I did that. He slowly moved one of his hands on top of mine keeping my hand in place. It surprised me as I let out a blissful sigh and sat on the side of the bed next to him.

"I feel heavy and warm," he said. It looked like it was hard for him to speak.

Now that I felt content that he is safe I said, "Maybe you should sleep some more."

"Hmm," he said, closing his eyes. "Thank you….Seto." Then he fell fast asleep.

I looked at him, surprised that he had used my first name. I couldn't help but smile. After some time I moved my hand from his forehead. I carefully laid his hand back, so not to hurt his wrist. I looked at his face, he looked so peaceful now. I bent forward and softly kissed his forehead. When I sat upright I realised what I had done. I quickly stood up, blushing madly. That was a long time ago that I did that.

I grabbed the chair and sat beside the bed. I looked at him. Why had I done that? Well, I knew the answer, but…why did I do it? I was just tired—yes, that was it. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes falling closed every so often and eventually I fell asleep as well.

When I woke up again, I did know one thing: I will regret falling asleep like this. I slowly opened my eyes and started to look at Joey's face. I saw that his eyes were open, and he smiled at me. I quickly shook the sleepiness off. I moved my hand to his head and brushed some bangs out of his face.

"What happened, Joey?" I asked.

He sighed, knowing I would ask that. He broke his gaze with me and stared at the ceiling.

"Some of my old gang members beat me up," he said, not scared and almost like he was unconcerned that it happened at all.

"And what else?" I asked. "I believe you were in a fight, but some of your wounds are older." He looked at me, his eyes glistening. He was fighting back tears, but why?

"It's nothing." He said.

Then I got angry. "Nothing?" I almost screamed. "Joey, look at you," I said, scanning with my eyes over his body. "Both your wrists are broken. You just collapsed on my doorstep, with your whole body bleeding! Don't say that it's nothing!" e smiled when I did thatH It took all my self-control to not start shouting. "Because I know it wasn't, and what I don't understand is what happened to you. How I hate to admit this, but you are strong…so strong that you would never let yourself be beat up." Okay, I didn't mean to say the last part, but that doesn't matter.

"You don't know me," he said softly, and a tear fell from his eye.

That angered me. I grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up to set him against the headboard. I sat on the side of the bed and I looked him right in the eye, and said honestly, trying my best to sound gentle, "I know you well enough to say, and you won't let that happen so easily."

He looked at me, tears falling out of his eyes. I hated seeing him like this; I like it better when he laughs. I slowly moved my hand that still rested on his shoulder to his face and started wiping the tears away. Then he launched himself into my arms, buried his head in my shoulder and cried. I froze up-nobody had ever cried on me, not even my brother. I didn't know what to do. But something told me to hold him. Slowly I lifted my arms and wrapped them around him. I felt him relax when I did that, but he still sobbed. I sat there, feeling a bit awkward. But I let him cry, it seemed like he needed that. Slowly I let my head rest on top of his; I don't think he noticed. I closed my eyes and held him a little tighter.

After some time he slowly pulled away, looking a bit ashamed. "Sorry, Seto, I didn't mean to ruin your shirt."

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process what had just happened. "What happened, Pup?" I asked softly.

'Pup?' Why did I call him that? I thought to myself. Because he looks like one, that's why.

He looked away and whispered, "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

I wondered what he would hide, what secret he wanted me to keep, but I nodded-anything for my little puppy.

"Did you ever hear the rumours about my dad in school?"

I was confused by the question. I thought for a second before I voiced my thoughts. "The rumours that your dad is a drunk and he beats you up? Yeah, I have heard of those."

He looked down, not facing me and he said so softly, I had to strain to hear him.

"What if I said that they are true?"

I stiffened and looked at him, shocked. "Are you serious…he does that?"

He nodded, crying all over again as he started to explain. "He beat me up again today because I was late and the bills weren't paid. He makes me pay them. He broke my wrist and kicked me out again. I hate it there, but I have nowhere else to go. I wish I could go to my sister, but I don't have the money for that either. I just want to go away."

I stared at him, not bothering to keep my emotions in check anymore. He could see the real me. If he was able to say all this, he may know the real me. That is the least I could do. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again.

"I don't know what to say," I said eventually. I looked him at him with worry. I started to wipe his tears away with my thumb. Then an idea came into my mind. "Maybe, just maybe, I can help you."

I saw his eyes light up when I said that. "H-how?" he asked hopefully.

I looked away, and stared at the carpet that had suddenly become very interesting. "You can stay here, so you don't have to return there. I know how it is." It was true, I did know.

"Are you serious…can I really stay here?" he asked, sounding encouraged.

I nodded, and a little blush spread across my cheeks. He carefully lifted his arm and pulled me into a one-armed hug. I was surprised, but accepted it gladly. He pulled away much too quickly, but when he did our eyes locked. As we stared at each other, not saying a word, I slowly put my arms around him. I blushed madly, and his cheeks were a beautiful red colour as well.

Without noticing it, we both leaned in, our lips stopping an inch away from each other. He looked me in the eyes, and then I closed the distance that was bothering me so much.

I felt great, it was my first kiss. Yes, I know that is stupid, but I only want to kiss someone I love. And I'm madly in love with Joey. I was in heaven when he responded. I don't know how long we sat there kissing, but for me it was way too short. When we drew apart, we looked at each other, both of us a deep red colour. But we were smiling, and my smile grew brighter as he kissed me again. I started to get more confides and deepened the kiss, pulling him into my lap. It so feels so amazing that I don't want to stop. But after ten minutes, we did, striving to return our breathing to normal.

Joey felt very tired again, but he had lost lots of blood, so I don't blame him. I sat him down on the bed again and got in beside him and pulled the covers over both of us. He laid his head on my shoulder.

"I love you…Joey….my puppy."

I saw him smile a big smile and he snuggled closer to me. "Love you, too…Seto…my master."

I chuckled softly as I felt him fall asleep. I slowly moved us a little so his head rested against my chest and I could put my arms around him. I kissed his forehead before I closed my eyes and tried to sleep some more myself.

So how was it? I think I did good. I worked hard on this so be nice, okay?

You know maybe, just maybe, I will do something about what happens after this. I'm not sure, but I would love to do it.