Joey glanced to the door when he heard a knock. A tall, thin man walked in.

'Dinner is ready.' He bowed slightly and exited again. Mokuba grinned and Joey moved slightly.

'We aren't having dinner, Joey.' The blond looked confused.

'He just said…' The boys grin widened.

'He announces that all the time. They probably haven't told him what I did…'

'What did you do?' Just then the door knocked sharply and a maid entered, holding open the door. Joey watched in amazement as 4 other maids carried in trays full of food. The first carried in a tray of fizzy drinks. Orange soda, cola, lemonade…all in a tidy pyramid. The second had a tray full of small triangle sandwiches. Joey smiled, it looked great. The next featured 3 bowls of popcorn, 1 of Doritos, cheesepuffs and onion rings. The final tray had several small bowls of assorted chocolates and candies. The trays were laid out on the floor before the women bowed and left. Mokuba watched the blond's amazed face.

'Dig in!' he smiled, un-pausing the game. He then proceeded to use his right hand to play and his left to occasionally shove food in his mouth. This was the life! Joey mimicked the raven-haired boy's actions, and before long the sandwiches and most of the crisps were gone.

Mokuba stared at Joey, pausing the game once again.

'I bet I can fit more sweets in my mouth than you.' Joey laughed lightly.

'I'm not been funny kid…but hell no! I can easy beat you!'

'You wanna bet?'

'You're on!' at that the boy's began stuffing their cheeks rapidly with sweets. The bowls emptied and their cheeks puffed wide. Mokuba began to cough slightly as the sweets pressed against his throat, yet he still pushed more in, determined to beat the blond. Just as he did so, Seto pushed open the door and looked inside. His jaw dropped when he saw his little brother coughing.

'What the hell are you doing?' the black haired boy pulled the sweets from his mouth, coughing again. Joey turned around, cheeks still puffed, staring at the brunet.

'We wanted to know who has the biggest mouth.'

'Mokuba, I can tell you that without a choking hazard.'

'Yeah well, he won anyway.' Joey's grin looked more like a pout. He chewed dramatically before grinning.

'Cos I used to be ill and throw up a lot, my gag reflex is pretty good. It needs to be something major to make it kick in.' he smiled. It wasn't entirely true. He was rarely ill, but due to throwing up from pain, it was true that his reflexes were better. Seto's eyes widened with thoughts racing through his head about all of the things he could do to the blond…let the blond do to him without any problems. He felt a tinge between his legs and walked off briskly.

'What's up with him?' Mokuba shrugged before turning back to eating the sweets he'd just spat out.

'That's disgusting, Moki.' The younger grinned.

'It's only been in my mouth!'

'Haha, I'll give you that. So, shall we go back to me kicking your ass on street fighter?'

'You wish!' Mokuba shouted picking up the control pad.

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Seto sat in his room. Fuck. How had he let his thoughts get that out of control? He didn't want to like the blond…he didn't like the blond. He was here because of the torture he was undergoing at home. Seto hated to think about it, but he was only saving Joey, because he knew what could happen if he wasn't. He knew what abuse could do to someone, what it could eventually drive them to do. He was frightened to think of the things someone like Joey could be capable of, when they were sent to the edge. Suicide? Murder? Who knows. He really didn't want to think of it. He felt the strain between his legs die as he thought back 2 years ago. Back to when Gozaburo died. He thought of his life before and his hand ran to his side, skimming the scar. He took a few deep breaths, his eyes glassing over. The thoughts came stronger, faster and the glass cracked, and tiny salty shards fell down his face. Why was he crying? He was a Kaiba…he didn't need to cry. Kaiba's were invincible, unbeatable, unafraid. He steadied himself with deep breaths. Joey would never need to know his past, nor the real reason for him staying over the holidays. There was a knock at the door, before Joey fell in.

'Um Kaiba, Mokuba thinks you can beat me at street fighter but I said…' he looked to the blue eyes, surrounded with broken vessels and swollen eyelids. 'Kaiba…have you been crying?'

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Hello everyone!

AnnieBear here…eating pocky! I found a Chinese retailer in Doncaster…omg it's amazing! Allsorts of stuff from China and Japan and stuff.

Anyway, I won't be posting much this week as I have a wonderful 51 hours of work to do…yaaay! And to make it even more fun…someone has scratched my car. Not just a little bit, but a huge gaping mark where the paintwork is chipped. And my car's black so its even worse. I'm gonna found out who hurt my Moo Car tomorrow (yes I named it) and kick their ass! No one hurts my baby!

Anyway, thanking you all for reading and reviewing, and I hope you continue to!

Much love!

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