As I was copy/pasting this from my Word document I found that this fic is not nearly as long as I would like.

That sucks.

Chapter 2

"God Damnit, Mokuba! I want real food, human food!"

"Stop begging, Joey," Mokuba hissed. "With Seto here, you can't have people food!"

"Stop acting like I'm a dog!"

"Mokuba," Seto said. He placed his coffee mug on the table and glancing over his newspaper suspiciously. "He can't have people food even when I'm not here."

Mokuba glanced back and forth between Seto and Katsuya. Seto didn't know about Joey and Mokuba wasn't too entirely sure if Katsuya's digestive system would be different from any other dog. Either way, he was going to go with what was safest for him.

"Yes, Big Brother." He gave a fleeting, sorry glance to Katsuya and went back to eating his people food.

Katsuya growled. He wanted food, not chunks of…of whatever this dry dog food stuff was! "You asshole-traitor-bitch!"

"Sorry, Jou."

Katsuya growled, thinking over. He was small, and so was his stomach. He didn't need much, just a little somethin'-somethin' to keep him going. Like a pancake. Was a single pancake that much to ask for?

Katsuya didn't think so.

So, deciding to play it their way, he'd take it himself. It wouldn't be hard. He was a thief and they were idiots. Big idiots if they weren't just going to give him the food when he had asked so nicely. Hell, he'd even stooped to using puppy eyes to no avail. Who said no to puppy eyes? Really!

Apparently Kaibas did.

Watching Mokuba slide back to get up for a refill of his orange juice, Katsuya took his shot. Quickly, he dashed up onto Mokuba's lap, hopped onto the table, he (gracefully without stopping) grabbed a pancake, and zoomed madly out of the room before either of the Kaibas had the sense to even call out his name.

Blindly stampeding upstairs, he had to slow down because the pancake was falling apart, but with the two brothers on his tail, it didn't take long for him to realize he didn't really need the entire pancake to survive. In fact, he might survive better without the entire pancake to worry about.

Hearing the rapid footsteps up the stairs, Katsuya looked through the hall and made a quick assessment. Both brothers had left their doors open a crack which gave him not only places to go, but a position to be spotted faster than a jiffy—which he had found out not too long ago was an actual measurement of time. If he ran through one door it would be left open and they would know which room he was in.

Which is why he was going to open the door of the one he was not in! Genius!

Making a quick fishtail, Katsuya slammed his rear into Mokuba's door with a humorous 'BANG' that Katsuya was definitely going to feel later, but continued onto Seto's room. Quietly stumbling in, he turned to the door and pushed it as far shut as it had been before he had passed through it.

Taking a second to listen to the quick footsteps finish up the stairs, Katsuya dropped the pancake so he could get a better grip on it. He was missing a few chunks, but he could deal. Better the pancake than him anyways, which he was sure would be what would happen if one of the two humans found him anytime soon.

When he heard them start shuffling through Mokuba's room he scrambled to the bathroom and nudged a low cabinet door open enough for him and the pancake to squeeze inside. If it weren't for the fact he was in a billionaire's mansion, he might have felt lucky there were no cleaning products in there with him—if you didn't count mouthwash and toothpaste.

Dropping the pancake, he panted lightly. Oh, he was good. So, so good. If he wasn't hiding, he would have been tempted to yip a big, 'Screw you! I win!' in triumph. Instead, he took his victory with a bite…

Of a freezer-pancake.

Although it was better than dog food...hadn't they ever heard of Bisquick? Seriously? All you do is add water and you have some decent tasking pancakes, not freezer-burned and then cooked. Were they that bad a cooking or that lazy? They were rich, couldn't they—he didn't know—maybe hire a cook if they didn't want to themselves?

Gulping it down, he stood by his previous assumption. It was much better than puppy chow, but Bisquick wasn't that hard to make.

Plopping down on the last towel there, he sighed. He could still hear them bustling and calling his name. He could go out, but his tummy was full and he was getting sleepy. His eyes were getting heavy, his limbs felt useless and his tummy felt ready to burst…no wonder all babies fell asleep after they eat. It was such a warm content feeling being full. If only he could remember the last time…

.-.-.-.-.-.

Katsuya blinked blindly, whimpering and rolling over as light flowed in. He was still sleepy and he wanted be left alone.

"Go away, Moneybags…"

"Mokuba's been worried about you," Seto said, reaching over him to grab the mouthwash. "He's been looking over the entire house for two hours, you might want to go find him."

Katsuya rumbled and rolled onto his back, pawing the air. "It's his fault. I just wanted a little food."

Seto smirked and rubbed Katsuya's open belly. Katsuya looked at the brunette and his brown eyes fell half mast, still staring into Seto's blue ones. Ooo, that felt good. That felt really good. Maybe being a puppy wasn't so bad after all…he was getting all this attention, and he was super fast, and he could fall asleep anywhere.

He should have been born a dog. He should really stop fighting Seto on that.

Seto chuckled softly and picked Katsuya up, holding him so they were nose to nose. "You're name should have been Trouble, because that's all you've given me since you got here. Even at the pet store when you peed on Mokuba's shoe."

"Hey, in my opinion, he deserved it."

Seto shook his head and Katsuya found himself set back down on the bathroom floor.

"Eh! Cold! This fluffy-stuff on me only protects me from the air, Moneybags!" Katsuya snorted and followed Seto to the toilet. Seto gave him a sparing glance before unzipping his zipper and pulling himself out to pee. Apparently, as far as he was concerned, Katsuya was just a dog.

Deciding that since Seto got to watch him pee when he went to the bathroom, Katsuya should return the favor. Lifting his front paws onto the toilet seat, Katsuya watched the steady flow go. And he certainly watched where it came from. "Wow, Moneybags, ya ain't too bad a size, are ya? No wonda' ya flow with confidence."

Seto raised a brow at Katsuya who looked back up at him, just as unaffected as Seto was. It wasn't that big of a deal. People grew different and Katsuya knew that because, quite frankly, he apparently grew to be a puppy. Most humans didn't do that.

Who cares if it was because of this guy's conniving little brother and a couple of five-thousand-year-old, psychotic Egyptians? Everyone knew someone like that, right? Right? !

Okay, maybe not everyone….Okay, nobody really knew anyone like that! He admitted it! Either way, he did and now he was a puppy. A simple mutt. Mokuba had taken way too much after his brother!

Katsuya snorted and dropped his paws down and waited for Seto to finish. The brunette sent him another glance and zipped himself up before going to the sink and washing his hands. "I think Mokuba will be upset if he finds out your following me more than him."

Katsuya cocked his head to the side. "Who said I was followin' ya? Your bedroom just happened ta be the farthest away. Ya really should stop bein' so cocky, Moneybags. Then again, with that thing attached to ya…who blames ya?"

Seto stopped in front of Katsuya smirking. Katsuya had to admit, Seto was extremely attractive when he looked calmly pleased instead of annoyed at the world and not doing that asylum laugh that had Katsuya wondering more than once why no one had yet certified him as insane. Not that it didn't suit the psychotic CEO, and it made him fit in somewhat with the whole crazy-Egyptian thing, but it was nice to see Seto more like Batman than the Joker.

That and it kind of made Katsuya want to show it off.

"Hey, hey, you. Ya, the human form human, ya should take me for a walk."

Katsuya yipped and ran around in a circle around Seto's feet. A walk sounded like a good idea, Katsuya had just woken up and was full of energy! Nice, vibrating energy that would be fun to walk off on a walk with Seto.

Seto stopped smirking and raised a brow. "What?"

Katsuya pawed at Seto's feet and head-butted Seto's legs, but seeing that Seto wasn't really getting the picture he decided a new tactic was in order. So, warping out of Seto's room down the hall to Mokuba's, he nudge the teen's door open, ran past Mokuba—who called out his name as he passed him, jumped on the bed, onto the desk where his leash was, grabbed his leash and brought it faithfully to Seto.

Seto stopped in his steps at the edge of his bedroom doorway and started smirking again. He watched Katsuya for a moment, the mutt-puppy wagging his tail furiously as he held the leash that had dragged behind him up for Seto to grab and latch onto him.

But all Seto continued to do is smirk.

"You're awfully smart for a puppy."

"You have no idea!" Katsuya yipped and lost his leash clumsily. Just as clumsily he picked it back up and held it to Seto. "Well..?"

"Alright." Seto leaned over and grabbed the leash, ignoring Mokuba peeking out of his room at them. "Mokuba, it seems I am going for a walk."

Mokuba furrowed his brow and looked lost at Katsuya—who, had he been in his human form, would have flicked the teen off.

"He pulls," Mokuba warned, "Hard."

Seto looked down at Katsuya sitting loyally at his feet. Quickly, he snapped on the leash to Katsuya's collar, but, unlike what he had expected, the pup still sat there waiting for him. "He's not now."

"He was at the pet store, you saw him." Mokuba defended, glaring at Katsuya, knowing full well that Katsuya was being fitful to only him on purpose. Katsuya needed to learn to let it go, Mokuba was doing this for his own good! He should be thankful to Mokuba!

Seto shook his head. "Whatever. Do you wish to join us?"

Mokuba gave a glance over to the two of them and shook his own head. "I just exercised looking thick and thin for that stupid dog, I'm taking a nap."

Seto frowned, ready to retort about naps, but Katsuya gently took his pant leg into his mouth and pull just enough to get the CEO's attention. He sighed, obviously the puppy wanted to go. "Okay. Don't sleep for too long. You have to get up for our flight tomorrow."

Katsuya froze and slowly turned his head to Mokuba. "What flight?"

Mokuba, on the other hand, cursed violently under his breath. Seto took a brief moment to scold Mokuba on his language before motioning to Katsuya to start walking.

"What about Jou?" Mokuba asked.

"Yeah, Moneybags? Whadda 'bout me?"

Seto stopped and looked slightly baffled at Mokuba— like Mokuba was being an idiot. "He's coming with us, I presumed. We are going on the Kaiba Corp. jet."

"Wait, wait, WHAT? Where are we going? MOKUBA!" Katsuya yipped and barked, glaring questioningly at the teen that had suddenly placed him in a trap-like place. Nobody said anything about flying! He'd never even been on a plane before!

"Okay," Mokuba dismissed. "I'm gonna take my nap now then."

"I'm missin' somethin' here!"

Katsuya nipped angrily and confused as Seto frowned, "You have been hanging out with the mutt too much, your speech is failing."

Mokuba paused backwards in the doorway. "I remember you saying you liked him."

"Still missin' somethin'!"

"I may…enjoy his company but his speech patterns are not to be followed—especially, not by you at a reasonable hour in the day."

Mokuba sighed, rolling his eyes. Katsuya could tell he thought Seto was being slightly ridiculous; and he couldn't agree more. What was wrong with the way he talked? Well, beside the grammar and the cutting off of words and the slang…. "Yes, Big Brother. Have fun on your walk."

"I hate ya both."

Katsuya looked up at Seto who frowned, but dismissed the situation all the same. "We'll see you for dinner."

"Okay!"

Seto looked down at Katsuya paying close attention to him. "Little brothers," he gruffed miserably, "What am I supposed to do? I love him too much to kick him out."

"Well," Katsuya suggested in defeat, "Ya can start by takin' me on a walk."

.-.-.-.-.-

Joey stopped again, growled and continued walking with his head bowed angrily. Seto couldn't tell who was more annoyed with the paparazzi, him—who just knew there were going to be headlines SETO "PUPPY LOVER" KAIBA?—or the dog—who probably heard every little click of the cameras.

Seto figured the dog was—since he looked about ready to yank the leash out of Seto's hands and attack. It wouldn't take too long for the Angriest Award to switch from Joey to him though if SETO "PUPPY LOVER" KAIBA? went to WHAT OTHER "PUPPIES" DOES HE LOVE?. There would be issues. Law suits and issues. Well, conditionally. If Joey does decide to snap the leash, law suits will be needed for different reasons.

Joey paused again, growled again, and started walking again. Seto half-wondered what would happen if the leash just happened to fall off his hand, and if he just happened to use the wrong consonant and say 'go!' instead of 'no!' because of the sudden actions and the long day that Seto couldn't get his head straight fast enough.

Not that it was straight to begin with.

Seto sighed and shook his head. Recently, he'd been getting worse and worse…he couldn't figure out what it was though, besides lust. Between the staring Seto had caught himself doing and the recent, uncontrollable onslaught of wet dreams, Seto was clued in on some things. He actually found someone attractive.

He actually found out his sexual orientation.

Joey growled and Seto blinked, coming back from La-La Land to see the straight forward Kiyoshi—the most annoying paparazzi man Seto had the displeasure of ever meeting. He wasn't afraid to get in anyone's face, anyone's business, and had lawyers just as good as Seto's behind him. Seto gave him props for being bold but Seto also believed in respecting privacy, and this man didn't.

"A new dog, eh Kaiba-san?"

Seto closed his eyes and sighed again. "Go away."

Kiyoshi smirked and lifted his camera to take a picture. "Warm as always, I see."

Seto ignored him and kept walking.

Kiyoshi let his camera hang from his neck as he grabbed and note pad and pencil from his back pocket and jogged up to Seto. "What his name?"

Seto ignored him and watch Joey, who looked about ready to knaw off the man ankles. Seto could have let him, but he wasn't so confident in finding himself stopping Joey once the puppy started.

"…No comment as usual, then. And here I was hoping now that you had a softer show, I might see a softer side. Big wish I guess then, no?"

Seto raised a brow as Joey stopped and he stopped with him. Kiyoshi followed suit, stopping right beside Seto and not lifting his pen from his note pad. Curiously, their eyes followed Joey as the mutt-puppy trotted his way over to Kiyoshi, lifted his hind leg and….

"EH! GROSS!" Kiyoshi yelled, backing away and shaking his leg, hoping to get the cooling pee off his pant leg, but it was already soaked in and smelling.

Seto crouched down on one knee and pat Joey's head, scratching behind his floppy ear as his tail wagged happily in pride. "Good boy, Joey."

"Eh? Kaiba-san!" Kiyoshi cried. He sneered and stepped down almost on Joey's paw as he put his foot down.

Seto didn't know if Kiyoshi had done it on accident or purpose, though Seto was thinking more of the latter, but Joey could have been seriously hurt if he hadn't seen it coming and moved. Seto liked Joey. He cared for Joey.

He did not care for Kiyoshi.

"Watch your step," Seto said, shooting upwards. "Had your foot actually came in contact with my dog, no amount of good lawyers could help you."

He looked back down at Joey who looked even prouder than before as he watched Seto in a way that Seto could help but find human-like—like Mokuba had when they were little and Seto had done something he liked.

Kiyoshi made a face, and Joey switched a triumphant look over to the paparazzi man and started to walk away. He apparently felt the conversation was over, and so did Seto. Not waiting for the tug to come from the leash, Seto started to follow Joey.

Kiyoshi gathered face, despite knowing the other paparazzi probably got it on camera. Quickly, he got back to his job and followed Seto. "Not well trained yet?"

"He's very well trained," Seto offered freely, "If you dislike someone, or are mad at them, confront them directly. That is exactly what he did."

Kiyoshi quickly scribbled something down on the note pad and wagged his wet leg again awkwardly. "You trained him this way?"

"No, he trained himself."

"Is that sarcastic?"

"No."

Kiyoshi frowned, stopping, and then catching up again. But Joey stopped again and so did Seto, so Kiyoshi stopped again as well. "Most people would peg you as a cat person, so why a dog?"

Seto glanced over to the man, acting more like a reporter than a camera man. He always did, and it always pissed Seto off. It didn't seem to be rubbing the dog the right way either. "You should leave."

"And leave the story?" Kiyoshi asked, "Pish-posh!"

"I have a feeling you should leave. Now."

Kiyoshi shook his head and kept an irritated smile on his face. "Don't be ri-eeeee! Oh my God Kaiba! Your dog is a monster!"

Seto looked back down at Joey, who looked like he was a dog with snarling lips and sharp, angry teeth on a hunt and Kiyoshi was the rabbit. Seto was actually….proud to call Joey his dog. His mutt.

Well, that sounded oddly familiar.

Seto groaned and covered his face, turning around and tugging Joey's leash to follow. He wondered if there were any anti-dream drugs. He could use them. He may sleep well, and wake up refreshed, but he really, really needed to stop this.

That's it, he was getting Mokuba to change Joey's name. It sounded too much like Jou—as in Jounouchi.

Joey tugged back, trying to leap toward the paparazzi man standing a wise distance away. Seto, however, wouldn't allow it, and he continued to pull Joey with him. They needed to get home, so he could convince Mokuba faster.

Those unneeded memories of the dream from a few nights ago were coming back.

"Joey," He snapped when the dog continued to bark at Kiyoshi, "Come."

Great. More memories.

Joey looked at him regrettably, but turned and followed all the same. He cocked his head to the side curiously after a moment, but shook his head—as if shaking off a thought—before following completely with no questions asked.

Seto grimaced and quickened his pace, he just hoped he wasn't aroused enough to be noticeable. Especially not by Kiyoshi.

What do I do? I wanna post more, but but but...but I haven't even finished writing it yet! I'm afraid to update so fast that I catch up tp where I'm writing! And that would be bad! Really really bad!

So if I update this slowly, don't get too mad please?