OLD ATST Seto/Joey

I will not go ~13 Joey (2015 in works)

Joey wheeler had a problem.

Which for the record, was far from uncommon as of late.

The fact that it came in the form of a certain CEO who had a habit of making his life miserable made it even less so.

Why did everything have to revolve around Seto Kaiba?

He should have never taken that job, damn it all to the great river Stynx.

On a side, more disturbing note Yugi's curses were starting to rub off on him. If he could be found saying " By The Light of Ra" he was not to be held responsible.

He really ought to be more concerned.

With what he was doing or, his language he wasn't sure, probably, both.

Climbing the sheer metal faces of buildings hadn't been in the contract descriptions.

Joey had checked. Even brought some schmancy-fancy pants law books ( that now make great paperweights) to cross reference everything.

He'd re-read the fine print and re-read it again, till his brain started to ooze out his ears.

Seto better compensates well for the overtime his, sister would have to settle for ramen tonight like every night for the past month.

Had it really been that long?

He'd have to take Serenity out somewhere fancy, with candles and such treating her like the princess she was in apology.

Heck, if this went well he'd be able to do that and much, much, more like buy her that car.

Joey huffed, swinging up his arm with a grunt and cinching on the suction cup to the glass.

The ground lay shrouded in inky black and he tried not to dwell on how far below the pavement lay, he would make a very bright blood spatter. They could call it modern art, someone would snap a picture and make millions. People would loiter about staring at the thing, drinking fizzy drinks remarking on the unique idiot shape.

It was slow going. There was time, rather timing was everything.

Enough with the dramatics.

Plan C withstanding, there would be more use for dramatic later.

It's not like he stood a snowball in hell's chance for making plan BEBDhappen.

Despite some of what he'd glimpsed Seto was mostly "My blue eyes white dragon this, My blue eyes white dragon that".

Kaiba had a freaking boner for a card.

Joey wasn't a rectangular piece of paper with a pretty picture on it and 3000 attack points.

Maybe he could dress up and? Now, he was just be ridiculous.

What was there to like about him anyway?

He is just a slum stray from a bad neighborhood.

No, a small growing in persistence voice whispered, Seto doesn't think so, it insisted.

Seto cares. Seto is perfect for us, Seto will keep us safe. Seto - Oh come off it, he snapped annoyed. Seto this Seto that. He snorted in abject disgust.

Did he really sound like that? What even makes you think- never mind I don't want to know, now shush up and let me concentrate on not falling and becoming a pancake splat ".

No . That seemed to be its new favorite word.

It for once refused to be silent, when had It grown a spine?

Kaiba was so impersonal that what it thought didn't matter anyway. Seriously Kaiba corp didn't even have a company Christmas party. (He had heard strangely enough they had a bonfire once but, that was just rumor) But on the other hand, they did have hazard pay. Perhaps that made up for it?

Like an eager to please puppy with a ball, memories shoved their way to the forefront.

Birds chirping in the park, Seto all too close to just being social politeness on the bench with him.

The aroma of baked goods in the air. A pleasant warmth in his stomach. Laughing, Seto laughing till his sides hurt and it didn't matter who they were. Who he was. Who he is.

Joey sitting across the table brushing knees with, not the CEO, not a champion duelist, with Seto.

The scene shifted. A darker more tainted reel of Seto brushed up against him, fighting desperately beside him, guarding his back where he trusted no other, working in violent tandem.

It would not take his, firm no for an answer.

It wanted out. The screeching within him intensified making his task of securing the next suction cup harder than it already was. For the second time that night he let out some more choice words about stupid blue eyes bastards and their stupid plans think there so freaking grand.

The thing growled pacing its confines within the blackness, no that's wrong for it is the blackness. The entirety of the space is filled with its great body. It doesnt pace it stamps and shakes shifting its weight and

It wanted Seto and It wanted him now.

Kaiba's face when he left them, painfully set as some great artisans cold stone statue.

All Joey wanted to say, no scream was the same thing it did.

I will not go.

A red haze settled over his - it's our vision.

Where, is their Kaiba?