To Save a Puppy

Dog Treats

A few months had passed, there was no longer the warm summer breeze of August, but a cool chill flowing through the trees at the end of October. Things had been going quite normal throughout the Kaiba household. Most of the excitement had died down to a minimum, and the reporters hadn't been showing up lately, expect a few of the persistent ones. Otherwise, their life had been fairly peaceful. Mokuba had been going to school, Kaiba had been going to work (on time more often than not) and Joey had been lazing around the place, digging through Kaiba's drawers, cooking, cleaning, and going out with his friends. When Tristan found out about his friend's relationship, he admitted he nearly died. However, on one certain morning, one thing wasn't quite as typical as it had been.

Kaiba rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and rolled onto his side, groaning. He reached across the bed for the warm body that was usually curled beside him in mornings. However, he found that the other bedside was bereft of the lazy blond, which left his mood on a sour start. He swung his pajama clad legs over the side of his bed, and led out a series of grumbles. He threw a glance to his clock, realizing that the set-time had been tampered with once again. He groaned at that as well. He closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kaiba stood,

brushed off this part of the morning, and strode to the door, hoping for something good to eat.

He walked down the familiar hallways into the kitchen, hoping to find Joey cooking, but instead found it empty. The brunette blinked, and took a moment to breathe. Waking up late, no Joey to be found, no breakfast, his day had just started, and it was already turning out horrible. He sighed in defeat, and walked into the living room hoping to find the blond in there, but instead found Mokuba sleeping on the couch. Once again, he let out a loud sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. He just wanted to wake up to his puppy curled at his side where he could kiss the boy in his sleep. They would rest a little longer in each others arms until Mokuba got hungry and he would walk in, demand food, and then they would share a morning together. Is that too much to ask for? Instead there was a cold morning and no Joey.

Mokuba stirred in his sleep, and lifted his large poof of black hair from the blankets, looking up with sleepy eyes. He yawned deeply before talking.

"It took you long enough to wake up, Seto." He rubbed his barely open eyes, still trying to wake up. "Joey and I have been waiting for awhile."

Kaiba raised that smug, stupid little eyebrow of his. "What do you mean? It's not even that late." In reality though, he was internally screaming for waking up this late. Poor boy.

"It's late when you've been up planning devious things." The raven-haired boy told him, before jumping up and grabbing a piece of paper off the coffee table. "And now that you're up, I have things to do, people to see, food to eat. So take this." Mokuba handed him the paper and ran into the hallway, presumably to his room. Kaiba looked down to find his puppy's messy handwriting:

"Seto, you're probably grumpy and hungry, and maybe even screaming a little, but everything will make sense later. Meet us at Turtle Game Shop!"

Kaiba stared at the note for a moment, wondering what this was all about. He decided to brush it off, just because it was Joey. Knowing Joey, the plan was probably just winging it. With that, Kaiba went back into his room and changed into his usual clothing, then called upon a limo to take him to the game shop.

He soon arrived, and was greeted by Joey and his friends, oh how he hated his friends... They were all waiting outside for the CEO to show up.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Joey asked as Kaiba walked towards the group. Kaiba grunted in response, and what would it be without his trademark eye roll? The others crowded behind Joey, looking suspicious and giddy, but Kaiba brushed it off as them just being their gross friendly selves. Joey took him by the hand, and pulled him into the small shop with a wide mischievous smile on his face. Kaiba gave a small, barely noticeable smile as he was dragged to the kitchen, and was promptly sat in front of a glorious bouquet of what looked like Joey-made breakfast.