OLD ATST Seto/Joey

Little Surprises Like This 10 -Seto MAJORFIXED

A mop  of blond hair lay in Seto's back seat with him.

The same near identical mop, if a bit more tousled when compared to that of the photo in his hand, matched.

He rested his case. Seto watched the brick buildings flyby thru tinted windows.

Outside the night was murky and streets solemn dressed black to match a morbidly grey sky.

The mop chose to emit an inconsequential drowsy murmur an adjusted itself.

Joey seemed without mercy as he poked and prodded with an elbow here and there making Kaiba grunt and hiss.

Wheeler somehow managing to unknowingly lay even more upon Kaiba if that was possible.

By all appearances it was a hand that awkwardly draped itself, a leg crookedly strewn across the back seat, another neatly folded to a chest that rose and fell in rhythmic unison with his own.

Here was the source of his problem.

Blue eyes stirred remembering red. Whispers of want taunted his ear and tainted his mind.

To silence the mummers he ran his hands through surprisingly silky strands of hair.

The limo lurched as the driver hit another pothole that he could not have swerved to avoid.

A motion which had Joey's head tilting towards his touch and emitting a rumble like a purr.

Correction Seto amended, problems meaning more than one.

Why couldn't Joey simply leave well enough alone?

But, no. You'd think his puppy was a cat with all the trouble curiosity caused him.

Someday he was going to use up all those nine lives and get killed.

 Hmm, best hope satisfaction will bring him back. He surprised himself with his confliction the feeling towards that thought.

Now, was not the time for such thoughts first, they had to stop meeting like this.

He was near tired of always finding Joey in the place he'd least expect.  Nothing ever happened pre-ordained. There were no set times or a nice agenda of the topic to be discussed. The constant foreign ground was throwing him out of focus and Seto always paid attention.

It was screwing with Seto's well-laid schedule of interactions.

Although Joey, on the other hand, seemed to have a thing for the unpredictability and it felt like the boy openly courted chaos.

On occasion they both did, Kaiba liked his order. A little-dotted line. You have to know the rules to break the, and such.

Because, when he told someone to do something, they very well better have done it.

Apparently, Wheeler was from the "screw the easy road sure the hard way finds me in immeasurable agony but you know what that seems like more fun " school of thought.

There were a lot of things wrong with Domino city the less privileged class being one of them. 

Not that, that was what he actually thought but, all those hot shots at the charity dinners he didn't bother to attend worshiped that false belief.

An relay who could say how much, of that "dinner and dancing" from, the oh so nice Macons went to its supposed purpose.

Seto watched the brick buildings fly by thru black tinted windows with an unreadable expression.

After living out years with his tender grandfathers A++ parenting it was hard to, well accomplish anything without planning. So of course, he did not approve of Wheeler's fly by the seat of his pants wait what pants even manner. 

Of course they clashed.

Never mind, he had more important things to do like, cleaning up this clusterfuck and getting his brother to soccer practice on time.

Mokuba didn't need the stress.

He didn't need the stress,  such was the pleasantries of being in the business.

Seto gave a world-weary sigh, he was starting to do that a lot. Sigh.

Where did it go wrong?

He's had just about enough of little surprises like this!

Once more Kaiba analyzed, examined every itsy little speck of a detail.

Almost mockingly the few hours old memory thrust itself before him in want to please. He huffed and resigned himself to the wait thinking back on the event that had ruined the better part of his day .

" Seto cursed his non-existent luck. It had to have been nonexistent he reasoned.

Why else would a board meeting be called in the middle of his not-so-official-date with Joey .

And the kicker?

The call was actually was important.

Something for the company he couldn't just blow off like, he had initially planned.

Besides hadn't wheeler said something about needing to leave soon ?We regret to inform you' He'd always hated that phrase. The councilmen uttered it wiping his forehead of perspiration eyes dilated in fear tone wavering.

Good ..Kaiba though let him be afraid they all should. He garnered some sadistic glee from the cowering.

'Of what Mr. Marcuson I gave strict no interruption orders only overridden in the unfortunate instance of the company falling into a major crisis or state of emergency .

I 'd like to just know how that happened under your careful watch in less than 3 hours in your tender care 'drew a conclusion.

Finally, he came to his conclusion.

Then the CEO smiled it was not, as one might think a very pleasant smile.

There was something in it to crisp, rigid and filled with jagged glass sharp enough to bleed.

The unmistakable crunch of gravel under the car tire jolted him from his the reverie.

Joey mumbled and clenched Seto's arm tighter.

There was a strong knock on the glass, then a dryly spoken "Mr. Kaiba ".

Seto carefully slipped the photographs back into the folder .

He barely designed them one last sparing glance, before placing the. in his briefcase with a final echoing click .

Everything he needed had fallen, haphazardly perfect right in his lap.