OMG I SO SORRY! BUT WE ALL CAUGHT UP NOW! I HAD TO TYYYYYYYYPE!

So yeah, above explains why it's taken so long, heehee~

Anyways, I just found out AdultFanFiction has original stories! Which made me happy and I've also been reading those (I'm so bad~). I still hate the set up though...Seriously, ctrl + I makes life so hard (BTW I'm being sarcastic about the ctrl + I thing). Lame.

Another note: A lot of you are probably gonna be like, ugh! Why didn't she have this happen? Either way, it didn't, and it won't unless someone decides, "Hey, since she's being a loser face and didn't do it, I'll write a FANFICTION!" or if later on in life I decide to write it in Word Factory.

Chapter 7

"I feel like my room's raped."

"Yes," Seto paused, putting Mokuba's backpack down, "I haven't gotten to rebuying everything yet."

"What…happened again?" Mokuba asked, looking at the head of one of his childhood teddy's staring at him from an open trash bag.

Seto looked at Joey, who cocked his head and his tail started to wag. His brown eyes slanted slightly and his puppy-lips pulled back almost like a smile. Seto knew that Joey was fully conscious of what he did, and that the puppy was proud of it. He would have said something to deter the arrogant smile, but he was pretty sure Mokuba thought he was crazy enough.

"I don't know."

Joey yipped and Mokuba looked at the dog before he went to the desk and grabbed the charm bracelet—one of the few things that Joey hadn't touched. Seto had thought it odd when he was picking up the room and everything had been pushed off the desk except for that. He had written it off as something too small for Joey to really pay attention to.

However, as Joey yipped again and Mokuba frowned angrily and started to shout at the pup and then Joey started to yip and soon after snarl back, something rang in the back of his mind. There was something really odd how Mokuba seemed to be conversing with the dog and this hadn't been the only time. There had been plenty of times in Hawaii where he seemed to be talking with Joey.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Mokuba screamed at the dog. "Why do you have to be such a fuck up sometimes!"

Something struck Seto. He didn't know what it was, especially when he knew he should scold Mokuba about his language and make a scoff that he'd been hanging with the Geek Squad too much, something just hit wrong. Completely and horribly wrong.

Joey, who had been growling back as if in response, froze. His body went stiff, his tail was straight out instead of in its usual happy upward curl, his ears pinned forward, and his eyes were wide and looking almost through Mokuba.

Seto took a step forward because something in him told him to at least do something, but the movement was all it took for Joey to regain himself. Hunching, his ears pinned back, his tail curled under, and not even looking at Mokuba anymore, Joey streamed out of the room.

He paused in the door. Barked. And left.

Seto looked from the door, confused, back to Mokuba baking in anger. "Mokuba," He said. He had this nasty feeling there was more than just a puppy Mokuba found on the street in this story. He only wondered why it had taken so long to figure it out. He felt so stupid.

Joey had purposely tried to walk off those stairs. He had known how Mokuba and Seto ticked, almost to a fault. His 'accidents' had almost perfect—if not completely perfect—timing and placement. The way Mokuba talked to him. The way he didn't grow more than fatter. The nagging feeling Seto had had in the back of his mind for a while now that Joey was just too human.

"What is going on?"

Mokuba shot him a look and shook his head, tears shedding down his cheeks. He wiped his face with the back of his hand that held the teddy bear head, but the action didn't help, the wiped tears were quickly replaced. "You'd given this to me for my third birthday," He said. "Before our real parents died."

"It's a toy, Mokuba," Seto said, moving over to his brother. "I can probably find it on eBay or something."

Mokuba shook his head again. "It won't be the same. It's not going to be the one you spent your allowance on."

Seto wrapped an arm over Mokuba's shoulder and led the teen to the stripped bed. Seto had to hold back a groan when he noticed the pee spot he had missed on the mattress. He'd put a new mattress on the list later. "So?"

Mokuba looked around the room and looked for other things missing. "There was a little plastic toy on my desk that we'd gotten from Kaiba Land after Gozaburo had died. It was the first time we had had so much fun since we were adopted. He ate that too, I bet."

Seto couldn't hide the look on his face that he had, in fact, cleaned that up.

Mokuba's jaw clenched.

"Mokuba." Seto said, sternly. "What is going on?"

Mokuba stood and threw the teddy bear head at the wall. Anger re-raged inside of him and he spun around and glared at Seto. "You really want to know what's going on?" He didn't paused for Seto to even nod, doing a typical for an enraged teenager. "What's going on is that I'm a moron for ever wanting to help him. " He pointed out the door.

"Mokuba," Seto said, despite the voice in the back of his head was telling him it wasn't true. "He's just a puppy."

"You idiot!" Mokuba roared, throwing his hands up in the air. "Can't you tell! He's not just a puppy! That 'puppy' is Jou as in Jou-fucking-nouchi! Marik and Bakura turned him into a dog for me and-" He threw the bracelet into Seto's lap, "-I've been using that to understand what he says!"

Seto opened his mouth and blinked. It gaped open for a moment as Mokuba huffed and puffed before it finally shut. He stood, shook his head at Mokuba, and walked out of the room.

"Seto?" Mokuba asked, hesitant. He was confused.

Seto turned around and looked at him. "What were you trying to do anyways?" He asked, and walked away. He wanted Mokuba to think about it for a while, though he was sincerely curious as to what the fuck he was thinking.

Seto groaned and held his head. He hated being so responsible sometimes.

.-.-.-.

To top off the stupid cake, Seto realized, he had told Joey about a lot. 'A lot' including: dreams, his ideas of courting, and other personal things Seto would never tell a person. Now, Seto settled, he couldn't tell animals either.

Crap.

Katsuya knew! He knew everything! What was Seto supposed to do? He'd never been the one on the opposite side of a joke he didn't know about! And all the blackmail the blonde could have on Seto!

Seto paused. Look, it was possible Joey wasn't Katsuya. It'd actually make more sense that he wasn't. There was no way Katsuya could be turned into a dog! It wasn't possible!

Oh, who was he kidding?

Seto opened his fist to look at the bracelet. It explained many things. It, however, didn't explain why Katsuya had always gravitated towards him. Was nice to him. Snuggled up next to him. Katsuya hated him! Or, at least, he certainly didn't care for him. They always fought, disagreed.

Where had everything turned around?

"Why couldn't they leave me alone?"

Seto jumped, looking around and landed his gaze at his bedroom door. It was open slightly ajar, just like he had left it. He glimpsed at the other doors, all closed. Admittedly, Katsuya was smart enough that he could be in any of the rooms down the hall, but…

Seto gently glided the door the rest of the way open and stepped in.

"Fuck fuck fuck…"

Seto bit his tongue hearing the pathetic whimpers. Katsuya…Katsuya was upset. Seto self-admittedly severely disliked it it when Katsuya was upset and hurt. In fact, he hated it. The broken look the blonde got in his eyes did more than break Seto's heart whenever he saw it. It always bothered Seto more when he didn't know what hurt him, or that—even in the littlest way—he couldn't help.

"I wanna go away and disappear. I don't wanna come back."

Seto stepped towards the bed and lifted up the pillow—Katsuya's pillow—the puppy usually slept on. It was where the whimpering was coming from. He jiggled the heavy case a little and Katsuya yipped and tumbled out of the pillow case onto the bed. His head shook and he looked up at Seto.

"No no no…."

Seto stared at the mutt, and the mutt stared back lost and ready for someone to tell him he needed to die. Seto took another look at the bracelet and then at Katsuya.

"Katsuya?"

The puppy backed away and whimpered, "Ya should just put me out on da streets."

Seto frowned deeper. "I'm not going to put you on the streets." He paused. "Why are you a dog?"

"I bet ya find this hilarious." Katsuya continued to whine. "The Mutt's actually a mutt."

"Although the idea is humorously ironic, I believe you've found out much more shocking things about me." Seto dropped the pillow on the floor and sat down. Katsuya was shaking, his entire little body trembling, and Seto's heart ached.

He felt like such a fool. He knew he liked Katsuya, that he wanted to hold and protect the blonde, but his entire chest actually ached watching Katsuya. Human emotions were pitiful, and even if he had them, Seto's view on that would never change.

"I—I was surprised…What did Mokuba tell you? Did he at least tell ya why I'm like this? I just wanna leave. I leave everyone alone from now on, ya can put me in a shelter so ya never have t' see me again. I didn't wanna be a dog, I don't wanna be a dog."

Seto bit his cheek and gazed away from the pathetic form. He hated to admit it, but despite knowing all that he did, Katsuya-puppy was still really cute. It made Seto feel as pathetic as Katsuya looked.

"I'm not taking you to a shelter, nor do I want to never see you again." Seto crossed his arms. "Stop being so useless and wretched, Mokuba is an irrational teenager and you destroyed his things. What did you believe was going to happen?"

Katsuya didn't answer. He tried to back away a little more, but the edge of the bed stopped him.

"Look," Seto sighed, exasperated—despite how he felt anything but. "We'll get you changed back into a human and take care if this. Mokuba's things can be bought again and we can figure out why Mokuba wanted to put up with you."

"You're such an ass." Katsuya bleated, standing. "Ya have dreams about me, tell me I'm cute while I'm a puppy as well as telling me ya wanna 'court' me, and then be a total jerk to me once ya know who I am! I'll leave your room so just leave me alone!"

Seto reached out and snagged Katsuya's scruff. He brought Katsuya close enough so he could grab a hold of him completely to pick him up so they were nose-to-nose. "I apologize. I'm trying to figure out how to handle a million different things at once. Most people get bitchy when they do that."

Katsuya looked back at him with his big browns eyes and whimpered, "I'm sorry…"

Seto groaned and flopped backwards, holding Katsuya above him. Funny, of all the ways that Seto had imagined himself holding the blonde, this was by no means one of them. "Should…we talk to Mokuba or take you back to the Geek Squad first?"

"Take me t' Bakura…I can change back that way an' at least defend myself if Mokuba attacks." Katsuya whimpered softly.

Seto stared at him for a moment and sighed. He put the puppy—human?—on his chest and softly scratched behind one of his fluffy ears. Should he really just take him back to be changed into a human? Seto was admittedly sadistic, but Katsuya's feelings were already delicate and being an actual dog probably wasn't helping.

Something in Seto, though, told him it would be stupid to change Katsuya back. Katsuya, he knew, would find a place to hide that nobody could get him when he was distraught. What if that place was where Seto would never see him again? Even if Katsuya didn't return his feelings, Seto still cared for the blonde and he would at least worry for the blonde. It wasn't like after he had known Seto's feelings that he had shunned him.

Katsuya would, however, run away just to be away from the anger and hurt. But what would he do? Where would he go? Sure, he had graduated high school, but with no college degree nowadays you couldn't survive. At least not comfortably.

Thinking back on it…was "Joey"s skinny, underfed state any reflection of Katsuya's regular state? Where was Katsuya before that Mokuba felt like he had to bring him in? Why was it such a big deal that he tried to keep it a secret?

"Ah…" Seto said. "I guess that was stupid to ask." He admitted softly.

Katsuya furrowed his brow and pinned Seto's fingers between his ears and his skull. "Why?" he whimpered.

"I don't believe we should turn you back yet," Seto murmured, "You'll be too hard to track down afterward."

Katsuya whined and tried to back away off Seto, but the brunette caught him and held him in place. "Why?" Katsuya asked. "Why would it matter?"

Seto frowned. "You know how I feel and you still believe I would just let you walk away?"

"What if I told ya I hated ya, that your feelings towards me, anotha guy, made me sick?"

Seto looked down, "Would you mean it?"

Katsuya stared back up at him before nuzzling his face in Seto's chest, motioning that no, he would not mean it.

"It would be awkward if you did," Seto admitted chastely, "All your friends are gay."

"Mokuba's certainly not." Katsuya stated.

Seto grimaced, remembering the lewd stack of magazines he had found under the boy's bed. No, Seto agreed, his brother was definitely not gay. But then again…Katsuya had at one point had the same thing (so Seto heard), and Seto wasn't particularly sure how straight even he was. Anything, Seto mused, was sickly possible with the group of Egyptian related fiends. Seriously, Katsuya was even a dog.

Again, Seto's eyes trailed to the ceiling and then back to Katsuya and soon after back to the ceiling. His hand was still firmly placed on Katsuya's canine tush and he still felt the tense strain of Katsuya's muscles ready for when he could possibly get away. Katsuya's little body was even trembling a little, in an almost hardly noticeable amount.

Seto wished he could make Katsuya relax more.

"What if I didn't return your feelings though? Would you still want me to be here?"

"You sound like you return them," Seto countered. "Like you've already answered me yes."

Katsuya didn't say anything, he just whimpered and nuzzled his face more into Seto's chest. It took Seto a moment but he shot up, grabbing Katsuya and holding him tightly to his chest so the puppy-human didn't go flying with Seto's momentum upwards. The usually cool CEO sputtered and didn't dare allow the yelping blonde to see his face. Finally, after moments of unorganized splutters of disbelief and other funny noises, Seto's lungs settles with a sigh.

"It hurts, Kaiba!" Katsuya whined, "You're holding on too tight!"

Seto loosened his grip and figuring his face had turned back to a nice, human shade instead of a feverish red he lifted Katsuya face to his own. "Sorry, you took me by surprise."

"I-its okay. My sides might be bruised, but I'm okay."

"Oh…" Seto stated, pausing. "Do…you…ah…this is harder than taking over a large company."

"Because, y'know, so many teenagers take over large companies on a daily basis," Katsuya grumbled sarcastically.

Seto glared down at him. "Because so many teenagers' best friends turn them into dogs on a daily basis," He shot back.

"Touché." Katsuya replied.

They didn't say anything for a moment. They just stared at each other, before Seto replaces Katsuya on his lap.

"If I take you to Bakura, will you promise not to run away?"

Katsuya didn't answer he just tried to wiggled out of Seto's grip. Having Seto tighten his hold enough that he couldn't get away, he huffed in defeat. "I can't promise."

"Then I can't let you go or take you back." Seto promised in return and stood.

"Where are you taking me?"

Seto cradled Katsuya to his chest. "To get your leash."

Yeah, so some of you aren't like, what the hell was she talking about in the first author's note: I didn't have Seto find the bracelet.