Hey...people. Sorry I haven't updated much, but I've been kinda hesitant with the whole you-know-who thing. But on a brighter side, here's Chapter 6!

BTW...I HATE THE SET UP OF MEDIAMINER AND ADULTFANFICTION!

That is all.

Chapter 6

Katsuya shook his head.

…And the head of Mokuba's stuffed toy flew across the room. After being left by Mokuba, his destruction had occurred. In the time it took for a daytime cartoon to run, he had destroyed Mokuba's favorite foam pillow, his comforter, and some stuffed animals— including this one, and had peed shamelessly on Mokuba's high-priced mattress.

What did he care? He wasn't paying for it. He was 'just' a dog.

He plopped down. If he was human he'd be crying right now, broken glass would be everywhere, blood from his split knuckles would paint around the holes in the dry wall he would have punch. He was left again. Abandoned by someone who was supposed to take care of him.

Why couldn't Mokuba just let him go? He could leave and not come back. He wouldn't bother Bakura or Mokuba or Yugi or Seto ever again.

He snorted, why did Seto matter anyways? Thinking of him, his stomach fluttered. He closed his eyes and sighed. Of course. Why not? After everything that had happened.

He was in love with Seto.

He dropped, his chin lying on the floor as he sprawled out. He wondered if he should just go get hit by a car. He was just a dog, no one would miss him. Why would they? He obviously wasn't important enough to stay around for. Seto wasn't in love with him, like Katsuya was in love with Seto, so what did that matter?

The wet dreams were probably lust. Seto definitely couldn't actually love him. Seto had to fit everyone else. If it was popular, Seto endorsed it, if it wasn't, he ignored it. If it was loved, Seto 'loved' it, if it wasn't he hated it. That was just the way the life of a famous money maker was.

Katsuya wasn't popular. Katsuya wasn't loved.

The door creaked open and there was a deep gasp. Funny, he hadn't heard Seto return home, or even walk up the usually loud stairs. He always heard the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of the footsteps.

"Joey!" Seto hissed. There was a hot edge to his voice, an angry edge.

Katsuya looked up sadly at Seto. He was sorry, he was just so…mad. Seto knew he didn't think when he was mad—or at least he knew Katsuya Jounouchi didn't think, 'Joey' was another matter entirely.

"Bad dog," Seto growled, crouching down and scooping up a teddy-bear head. He shook it at Katsuya. "This is bad."

Katsuya didn't even know how to respond anymore. He was a dog.

"You don't do this!"

The realization finally hit him.

"What am I going to do…?"

Katsuya stood, wobbling sickly pass Seto. He walked to the stairway. Still at the top, he looked through the bars down. It was…high. If he could flip his body right, when he landed he could snap his neck and he was just small enough to fit through the bars…

"Joey!" Seto hissed again.

Katsuya yipped, being caught in mid air before he fell too far. He hadn't expected that.

"What has gotten into you!"

"Leave me alone, Moneybags!" Katsuya barked. "Take me to the animal shelter t' be adopted or somethin'! Or throw me in front of a car! I don't wanna be here anymore!" Katsuya looked up at Seto with angry eyes. Why couldn't Seto just—

Why was Seto looking at him like that?

He looked confused, lost even. Like he was trying to understand Katsuya even though the canine had done nothing but surprise Seto the entire way through.

Seto held him up like he was a three-month -old human baby and he was inspecting his outfit, looking face to face with Katsuya and providing a vivid show of Katsuya's intimates . Katsuya whimpered pathetically and curled his tail back under and between his hind legs. He…didn't like the despaired look Seto was giving him.

"What...?" Katsuya whimpered. His nose twitched.

"You could have hurt yourself," Seto scolded. He coddled Katsuya to his chest and sighed. "I supposed we should go get something to block off the bars, so you don't fall again…and maybe we should give you that bone now."

Katsuya snorted. He'd forgotten about that bone…he didn't really want it right now, either. He enjoyed being held in Seto's arms, being rocked like he was cared for. He enjoyed feeling protected and safe. Warm and cozy.

He liked hearing the heart beat that he didn't know Seto had.

Seto still sighed again. "I suppose I'll have to replace all of Mokuba's stuff." He looked down at Katsuya, exasperated. "I can't really punish you, can I? I didn't really catch you in the act. All the training books say not to punish unless you catch them in the act."

Katsuya whimpered more apologetically. Seto had seen his mess, and watched him about to kill himself, and he still wasn't staying mad at him…? If only he was like this to Katsuya instead of Joey.

"Ya mess wit' my head too much, y'know that, Kaiba?" Katsuya bleated, snuggling his head into Seto's neck. "I hate you."

Seto snorted and started to stroke Katsuya's back. "Let's go. Maybe I have some paperwork I had been putting off somewhere….and I can give you the bone."

"I thought it was your three day vacation," Katsuya mocked, but didn't fight it. He leaned back a moment to give Seto's face an endearing lick before laying his head between his paws on Seto's shoulder. "You swore off work." Seto just stroked his back again.

Seto was so sweet.

"I hope I have some paper work," Seto muttered. "I'm so bored."

And strange.

Katsuya snorted contently. Maybe…maybe even if Mokuba and everyone left him…maybe Seto wouldn't.
.-.-.-.

The truth of the matter was, when Katsuya was in the gang he would stop by pet shops and by little twisted dog-bone things they had for little yipping ankle-biter dogs like Chihuahuas. He would chew on them all the time, mostly because he was stressed, and he had to stop once he'd was decommissioned from the gang since he didn't really have the money to spend on them, nor the time to chew them without looking completely bonkers. It'd been a while since his last bone fix.

He loved this bone.

Okay, so Seto was right when he said the bleached, twisted bone with knots on both ends was twice Katsuya's size, but hell, sitting there chewing on it was an experience all in itself. Katsuya could now say his little doggy-life was complete.

So now Mokuba could not turn him back into a human until he had finished his bone.

He had heard Seto chuckle a few times, and he just figured Seto had looked up from the small amount of paperwork he had found and saw him knawing ferociously—like a beast of nature—on his too-big dog bone. Katsuya had to remember to tell Mokuba to get Seto's phone so he could see the pictures Seto took of him.

Katsuya lifted his head and looked proudly at the bone. He'd been at it for what felt like an hour or so and he'd almost got one of the knots off the end. Sure, where he had been chewing it was gooey-solid and almost disgusting, but he got over it quickly. He was used to it anyways from the other bones, and it wasn't so bad or repulsive since he was a dog.

He turned his head around and licked a little itchy spot on his side before returning to the bone. Oh the delicacy it was…

There was a loud THUMP that had his head shooting up to Seto. Seto just frowned and looked down from where his head thunked onto the desk. "I'm out of paperwork," he muttered despondently, letting his arms hand limply. "I have nothing to do."

Katsuya cocked his head, "Ya do realize that's the point of vacations….right, Moneybags?"

"Don't look at me like that," Seto blathered, watching Katsuya stare intelligently at him. When Katsuya's lips just pulled back into a smirk-like expression, Seto groaned. "I'll have to make a point to apologize to Mokuba about you. He was not lying when he said it was as if you were thinking we are idiots."

"But Moneybags," Katsuya yipped fondly, "you are idiots."

"Shut up." Seto sat up and groaned. Speaking of Mokuba…what to do with the mess called his room?

He looked to the little menace of a dog and wondered exactly why he had done it. It was very un-Joey like, and more…Katsuya like. Then again, Seto had noticed a pattern, it must have been very Joey like because Joey was just like Katsuya, which meant that—

That he was actually calling Katsuya dog-minded. What now? Would Katsuya go into heat every six months now or something?

"I don't think things would end well," Seto told the puppy, "If Katsuya were to go into heat every six months."

"Why?" Katsuya grumbled, grabbing a small piece of bone sticking up and ripping it off to chew it. "Because you couldn't take all the romping?" He continued to grumble absentmindedly.

As if hearing Katsuya's question Seto sighed heavily. "I don't think I could handle Katsuya being so affectionate with other people. Or even looking at other people in the sort of way." Seto paused and looked at the puppy. "I already want to slap those Bakura and Marik idiots for always hanging all over him."

Katsuya nearly choked on a bone piece.

Seto shook his head, "It just couldn't be done."

Thinking back to Mokuba's room, Seto stood. He would clean up the stuffing everywhere and take inventory of what was needed to be rebought. Mokuba's favorite foam pillow was at the top of Seto's list, especially to get before Mokuba got back. There would be issues then if he didn't. Very, very big issues.

Seto had enough issues to deal with between work and wet dreams.

He harumphed and walked out of the office. He turned around to see what Katsuya was doing, so used to the puppy following him everywhere, and a little laugh choked in his throat.

Katsuya snagged a piece of the little bit of the knob left at the end in his mouth and started to pull. He wanted to go with Seto, and he didn't want to leave his bone. Sure, it was still twice the size of him, and hey, those stairs would probably give him a little trouble, but he was determined.

No one stopped a determined Katsuya-puppy.

However, when he heard the small grunt from Seto, he looked up. Seto was smirking, his eyes twinkling in amusement and he had a precise eyebrow lifted into his forehead. All in all, from the mere look, Katsuya could tell that Seto was making fun of him.

"I like my bone…" Katsuya grumbled and went back to tugging it towards Seto. "And I don't like t' be by myself."

With a last pity chuckle, Seto walked over and swooped down. Katsuya yelped in surprise as Seto's hand cradled up under his stomach and he was lunged upward with his bone. He hadn't really expected that, he'd actually expected the sadist to just walk slow and allow him to keep up.

"Come on, Joey," Seto said, "Let's go."

Katsuya looked up. Seto was still chuckling slightly and his entire chest rumbled against Katsuya's small body, making the puppy squirm. He…he was beginning to get used to the way it felt—he was starting to love it. It made a little ball of comfort form in his chest and he felt like Seto wasn't some kind of penis alien.

Ha! Penis alien! It was a perfect name for Seto's cold-acting, huge penised species! It all made sense now!

There was still no way that his penis would fit.

"Your penis is too big," Katsuya told him as he was carried up the flight of stairs. "It wouldn't matter if I was in heat and desperate, I don't think I'd attempt to shove that thing up my ass!"

Seto just kept walking obliviously.

And looking handsome.

And he was really sweet when he wasn't being an asshole.

"We can try though," Katsuya whimpered shyly. He looked up at Seto through his big brown eyes and observed the human. Part of him wondered what Seto do if he heard half the things that Katsuya had told him while he was a dog. That whole 'Master' thing surely would have given him a kick.

Maybe…maybe if Seto decided to go on 'courting' him he'd call him 'Master' again.

And punch Kiyoshi in the face. That man was a freak. Hell! Katsuya would punch the man even if Seto didn't 'court' him!

"I think ya should go afta' me," Katsuya rumbled quietly, "And, hey, I already know 'bout your dreams. That knocks one thing outta the way!"

Seto stopped walking at the entrance of Mokuba's room. Katsuya looked up, and then around to survey the room with Seto. He'd done a lot more damage than he'd imagined, including the covers being torn off the bed then shredded in pieces, the window curtains ripped off, things knocked over, stuffing everywhere and a few toy heads randomly sprouted across the room.

Katsuya almost felt bad for being so proud of himself. Even as a puppy he could wreck havoc in rooms when angered.

Seto gave another hefty sigh and lifted Katsuya enough to kiss the top of his head and set him back down on the floor with his bone next to the door.

"What did you leave alone?" Seto mused. "Is there anywhere besides the closet you didn't get to?"

"Mokuba's porn collection," Katsuya yipped, plopping back down and starting to chew on his bone again. "But I think ya'll go much farther with that than I ever could just by tearing it up."

Seto stepped past him to get a piece of paper and pencil off Mokuba's desk.

Katsuya only wondered how long it was going to take for Seto to find the collection under Mokuba's bed.

It didn't take long. He was, however, severely disappointed when Seto did find it and all he did was roll his eyes and mutter, "Teenagers."