Just don't take the dog

Title: Just don't take the dog
Written by: Kyoko
Ratings: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not paying attention to the road, Seto Kaiba gets in a car accident and wakes up in an alternative universe where KAIBA CORPS doesn't exist, he's being used by his own boss, and neither him nor his brother have been adopted.

I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH! If I did, I would not be working at home for my mom.


To those who don’t understand the way I write. It’s in a third person/first person POV. In words, I write in third person, but the emotion and all is still there. This is the way I speak, and the way I will always write. I’m sorry if it’s complicated, but please take the time to understand it, story is always good.

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Rubbing his temples in complete sorrow, Seto stared over his notepad. It held not the necessities for KAIBA CORPS: the endless numbers, or names, models or designs. What it did hold, was a blond puppy's name, but it didn't say Katsuya Jounouchi, it said Katsuya Kaiba. Ever since Seto had met the blond pup, he had fallen head over heels.

Well, technically they didn't 'meet' it was more of him making fun of the shorter dualist, Yugi Motou, and Jou, being the obedient and passionate puppy he was, he stood up for his friend. That day, when he went home, he down loaded thousands of pictures of his Mutt, all his info, and schedules. Instead of his beloved Blue Eyes as his desktop theme, it was pictures of the blond.

Obsessive? He didn't call it that, more of a hobby, to see the blond without stalking.

A light buzzer sounded throughout his office, and all he could do was curse the Doppler effect for not making it calm down. Looking up at it, Seto taped the intercom on, and his secretary's voice came through clear and well, loud.

"Kaiba san, Tusaka-san is here to speak to you.\r vor voice sprang, spunkier than ever.

He took a deep breath, to calm his nerves, and put on his 'game' face. "Send him up here." He watched the door closely as it slid open, the calm man walked in. "What can I do you for this 'pleasant' visit, Kimu." He snarled at the older man's nametag.

Kimu smiled, wickedly, his yellow teeth making the pit of Kaiba's stomach turn and puzzle. "Well, Seto," he bit back, "My analysis shows that your stocks are lowering…might I say daily." He smiled, and Seto grimaced.

That was true, they haven't really been selling as great as they use to, ever since a malfunction in one of their digital games. Their stocks lowering, and employees were quitting, but his new idea would be a hit, when he could think of one. Stupid school, taking all my time, stupid puppy, taking all my thoughts.

"It's illegal to go over that with you." Seto sat back, staring thickly at him, and Kimu nodded.

"So I'm aware." He smiled. "Just telling you, unless you dream of going bankrupt, get your mind out of the sky, and into reality. If there's a certain girl, or guy for that matter knowing your unpredictable choices, cut the chase, you're losing your touch."

Not if I beg the puppy to date me. Seto grimaced at the very thought, and how desperate he sounded. "What happens here isn't any of your business, now is it? Also, might I add, how I spend my private life, and what I do out of this building, is not your business either." He glared, and the man retaliated, running away.

Sitting back, Seto rubbed his temples, his other hand packing his briefcase to leave. He walked out the door, staring at his secretary, who was also preparing herself to leave. Walking towards his private car, Seto turned on the engine, staring over his building one last time before pulling out.

The streetlights were already on, as he drove down the highway, one eye on the street, the other on the picture that sat on his windshield. Jou was smiling, at the camera that Seto actually held - being in journalism had its quirks. He had walked up to the boy, camera at hand, and notebook under his arm, lying that he was in the student spotlight (a/n; sch school I go to has this, they ask for your name, favorite cartoon, favorite/least favorite class, what you want to do later, favorite ramen, and if you drool at night). The blond was his every dream, and more. Sure, he kept throwing insults right and left, but his insides melted.

Jou's favorite cartoon was .Hack, and he would eat shrimp ramen while watching it. His favorite class was art, his least being world history. Later that day,woulwould be found sleeping but wanted to be a cartoonist when he graduated, and drooled when he was sick. That was put in Seto's 'keep files' for future reference.

He was so deep in thought; he never saw the headlights coming his way.

~~~**Dream**!!**Sequence**~~~

Seto woke up with a large headache, what had happen? He stared around his room, looking for some sign. The room was plain, a double bed, two pillows, polished furniture, and a lamp on the dresser. It wasn't his room; nothing was like the manor that he grew up in.

"You're awake." A soft voice made him turn, and Jou sat on the bed next to him, smiling sheepishly. "There was a horrible accident, on your way home from work, hit and run. You've been unconscious for the last two weeks."

"Jou, how'd I get here!?" He stared around the room, blinking as his brother ran in the room, hugging him tightly.

"Oni-chan, you're awake! I thought you'd never wake up." He smiled, and Seto blinked. "Jou's been taking care of you, you sure know how to pick 'em." He smiled, winking his eye, but Seto didn't understand.

"Huh" Seto touched his head, staring at Jou once more. The pup's eyes were sparkling as he leaned close to Seto, picking up his scent.

Closing his honey eyes, his voice whispered, "You scared me, when I received the phone call that you were hit. I thought you'd never wake up and I'd be alone again, my blue eyes love." He kissed Seto; the C.E.O stared in shock as Jou ran his tongue around the other boy's lips.

"Why do you you respond?" Jou d, rd, recapturing the brunet's lips.

Why spoil a good thing? Seto shoved his tongue into Jou's mouth, running it around every place it could go, and Jou began to moan against him.

Pulling back, Jou broke out panting, his hand on his heart. "Never have you been this aggressive." He pulled Seto on him, pecking his lips again.

"Big brother…" Mokuba groaned, and Seto stared at him. "Your boss called, he said he didn't care if you had a e goe going through your head," His voice broke, "if you didn't come to work, he was going to fire you."

Boss? Seto stared at his brother, eyes wide. "Fire me?" He asked. There's no fucking way, I'm C.E.O. I made the company what it is!!

"Yah," Mokuba continued, but then grabbed his brother's arm. "I don't like it that you work at TUSAKA CORPS, they treat you like shit!"

"Hm?" Seto stared at him, blinking. "I think I lost a bit of myself, amnesia brother, but TUSAKA CORPS?"

Mokuba nodded, understanding. "Yah, big ass company, sells Dual Monster merchandise, all of your ideas. You remember, 'money grubbers'?" He sighed. "They don't pay you that much, just stole your ideas for half the price that there worth, and won't pay you the necessary. Every time you ask them for more money, they say that they'll lower it, and we need yours and Jou's income to survive, or so you say."

"I work as a host?" Seto muttered, and Mokuba nodded, Jou kissed the top of the once CEO's heaakinaking the brunet smile.

Picking up his book bag, Jou pressed his lips to Seto's, smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow, bye." He walked out of the room, Seto's head turned to a side to stare through the tight leather.

"Anymore questions you can't get past your amnesia?" Mokuba asks.

"Yes, we live with Jou, because?"

"Well," Mokuba tapped his head, "At the orphanage, nobody adopted us, so you finally packed your bags, along with mine, grabbed my hand, and took us away from there. On the run, we found Katsuya, who had been homeless since his father and mother died. If you don't remember, he brings in the most income, because he's a stripper. Never does sex with them, but you get the point." Mokuba winked.

Seto noddsittsitting back. "What about, a Gozaburo Kaiba?" He asked.

"Who?" Mokuba asked, staring his brother over.

"Nobody."

Nodding, ba sba stared around. "If you can't remember anything, how'd you know it was Jou when you woke up?"

Staring at his brother, Seto thought. "Well, when I first awoke, that name just blurted outNoddNodding, Seto liked his lie.

"Oh. I guess it's true 'love is undying'. Hey! Seto, are you going to ask Jou the question anytime soon? You know the one, that ring that you've spent the last two years paying for, secretly?" He smiled, pointing to the bed drawer.

Opening it up, Seto stared at a ring that laid at the bottom, opened from the box. He was going to propose to Jou? The last thing he remembered was that the two weren't at 'terms' with one another.

"M-maybe, Mokie." He nodded.

Damn, if this is a dream, Ré don't let me awake from it.