OLD ATST Seto/Joey

"Waiting -2 Seto [fix in progress]

In the beginning, Seto Kaiba had not been a very patient man.
In fact, he had not been a man at all.
However, he'd still won the chess match and to his grandfather's dismay the company.
The old farts at the council had moaned and groaned that he'd blow their house down.
They should have been more worried that he'd blow their house up.
Yes, that was a pleasant thought.
One to his chagrin he wouldn't yet get to act on.

Bummer

Currently, he was one of the richest men in japan, in all the world with plans to stay that way.
Kaiba Corps a Multimillion now, Billion dollar well-renowned company.
Who's stock and net worth sometimes boggled even Seto when he bothers to check.
There wasn't a question of him not winning this game.

Kaiba's always won.

Losing wasn't ever an option.

He swallowed the bit of bile and resentment that particular phrase still brought up back down.
Seto shoved it somewhere else, deciding to examine it all at a later date if not at all.
Sure, the rules had not yet been clearly defined, but that didn't matter.
Let alone bother the normally meticulous Kaiba any.

All the more space to get creative when the ground got dodgy.
He was already knee-deep in murky water with this recent deal.
Speaking of dodging wheeler had proved the adept at the action.

Excusing, avoiding and otherwise escaping him, thus far seemed Wheeler's usual mode of operation.
The whole mess was all very amusing if, mildly annoying from Kaiba's point of view.
Seto's mutt had just about worked himself into a lather this past week.
Tension concealed in his undefined frame loose unflattering large XL shirts did nothing for what he knew was a taut, fit, toned and otherwise well-muscled body.

Joey's appearance was one forged of desperation and honed to a sharp daring edge.
Hammered into what its owner needed without leeway.
Shaped purely by circumspect, and brought forward out of demand.
Seto had no doubt about it anymore, it was rather obvious once you looked.
That is Wheeler's unerring will to continue to fight to survive.
An admirable if useful quality.
One the CEO liked to think they shared.

He remembered the hint that had been there faint though it was well hidden, expertly concealed under boisterous personality.
It was that gleam and Seto's usual attention to detail that gave Joey away.
Revealed him as much more than just a loud mouthed push over or second-rate duelist.
The mutt most likely deserved more credit for coming in second all the time.
It took a lot of grace to lose.
Kaiba admitted in a rare moment of fairness.
Before quickly changing his mind.
Because everyone knows it takes even more grace to win.

Yes, it was that spark which betrayed Joey to be one who knew it, understood it, the thrill of the chase.
That of times spent not all human not all what most people would consider sane.
Kaiba knew it better than his mansion floor plan, needed it breathed his life breath into it.
The taste of freedom the unrelenting thrill and welcome rush.
Seto had escaped in it once, had flown with falcon's wings, hunters wings.
He had done all that and more before Mokuba. His little brother had night, terrors.
What if he was out during a nightmare?
He couldn't handle the thought of not being there for Mokuba.
His brother had no one else.

They only had each other and a big house sometimes so hollow it felt as if it never be a home no matter how hard Seto tried.
It plagued his conscious to know, Mokuba would wait up for him.
The younger Kaiba would linger at the bottom living space tucked into a corner by the door. anxiously watching the security feed for a sign of his older brother dragging bleeding, bruised carcass home, body thrumming with an adrenaline high that no drug could hope to replicate.
Wheeler, he suspected had been a victim of just the same thing.
Family.

It was obvious mutt had stopped for his sister.
Everyone required a catalyst Serenity had to have been what had driven wheeler so far for so long.
So close to the line and nearly down over beyond all recollection.

Actions lie words lie, but only time tells the truth, Kaiba silently quoted.
Time would tell she was the mistress of them all the only honest one.
Under time and careful pressure would the blond cave.
The many layers of Joey Wheeler would soon be unraveled and mystery peeled off, disheveled.
Laid bare before him, for him only him.
If Seto had his way and he always had his way.
That wouldn't be the only thing about his puppy he'd be seeing bare.
He rather liked that thought in particular.
Seto had no problem with waiting if that was the payoff.