Hey guys, here's a new story! Puppyshipping is my first love, so I finally got around to publishing something for it. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

"Jounochi."

Is someone calling me?…

"Wake up."

No, thanks. I think I'll wait a little longer…

"Jounochi, if you don't get out of bed now-"

I groaned. Whoever was trying to wake me up had finally succeeded. Yawning, I sat up, and then froze as I took in my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room. Second, Seto Kaiba was standing over me, buttoning up his shirt. Third, I was wearing pajamas that weren't mine.

What the hell and happened?

While I took all of this in, the rich boy continued to glare at me.

"Kaiba?" I asked. "What happened?"

Suddenly, a sharp stab of pain shot through my head. I grabbed it in surprise, groaning.

"There's some aspirin on the table," he instructed. "I figured you'd be in pain this morning. Last night we found you on the streets completely drunk, and Mokuba insisted that we let you stay here for the night."

I kept my face in my hand. Of course, it was all coming back to me now. I had gotten drunk off of my father's whiskey supply because it was a good way to block out the pain. Sliding out of bed on the opposite side of where Kaiba was standing, I opened the bottle of water and threw the pills in my mouth, drowning them with the cool liquid. The water flushed the taste of stale alcohol off my breath, and I proceeded to finish off the entire bottle. After all this, I wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve and turned back to Kaiba, who was grimacing.

"They have napkins for that, you know."

Oh, he didn't like that I wiped my mouth like that. That's right, I was wearing his pajamas. Looking down at myself, I found that I was wearing a simple blue satin pajama set, instead of my usual ratty tee shirt and sweatpants.

"Oh, sorry about that. You're going to have to wash them anyway," I shrugged. "Oh, and um, thanks. For picking me up and all."

"Don't let it get to your head, it was Mokuba's idea." He gestured lazily to the foot of the bed. "Your clothes are there. Get changed and then we'll take you home."

I simply nodded, having too much of a headache to argue with him. "Alright. What time is it, anyway?"

"Just after nine," the brunette answered.

Damn. That meant my father would be back from the bar. Maybe with any luck, he would still be asleep when I got home. I grabbed the clothes off the bed, and walked into the bathroom that was connected to the (I assumed) spare bedroom.

It was a big bathroom, with two sinks along one wall, and a bathtub and toilet along the opposite one. I pulled my shirt off carefully, gazing at the full length mirror that hung on the door.

Collarbone.

Right ribs.

Both biceps.

These were the areas that were yellow and blue, that were the reason I didn't change in front of anyone. Why I skipped out on the health screening at school. Why last week, when Mai invited me to her house after a party, I declined. These were the reasons I was drinking last night.

I quickly looked away from the mirror. No need to pity myself now. I pulled on my clothes, which smelled clean, so they must have been washed, and opened the bathroom door to see Kaiba standing by the bed, checking his watch. He looked up when I asked him where I should put the leant pajamas.

"You took a while," he accused, ignoring my question.

"No one asked you to time me, Kaiba," I snapped. I walked past him, throwing the clothes onto the bed. His maids would just get it anyway.

He chuckled. "Just like a woman."

With that, I broke. "Damn you, Kaiba! Just because-"

He held up his hand. "The car is waiting for us, Jounochi," he said evenly. I faltered, relaxing, and followed him into the hallway. One day, I would get back at him for all the shit he gives me.

We were greeted at the bottom of the steps by an older man in a suit who I assumed was his butler.

"Good morning, Mr. Kaiba," he greeted. "The limousine is here to take you and Mr. Jounochi to his residence."

"Thank you, Walter."

I let out a fake gasp. "Kaiba, saying thank you?! It's a miracle!"

He threw me a look like daggers, but out of the corner of my eye I think I saw his butler holding back a smile.

"Don't push me, mutt."

Just then, Mokuba came flying down the stairs. "Hey Jou!" He greeted me brightly. "Feeling better?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah. Thanks for your help, kiddo."

"Oh, thank Seto, not me! He was the one who wanted to help you. He was even late for his-"

"That's enough, Mokuba." Kaiba was giving his brother the same piercing glare he had been shooting me just a minute ago.

"But big brother!-"

"Eat your breakfast, Mokuba."

The boy hung his head. "Yes, Seto."

"You didn't have to be so hard on him, Kaiba!" I interrupted. "He was just trying to make you seem like less of a heartless bastard than you actually are!"

I was still in somewhat of a shock from what Mokuba had just told me. If what he said was the truth, that means that Kaiba actually showed sympathy - dare I say, even concern - towards a "worthless mutt" like me. It seems that there's more to the great Seto Kaiba than meets the eye.

Said CEO had his back turned away from me now, facing the door. "Let's go. We're leaving."

I called out a goodbye to Mokuba and followed him to the limo that waited out front. Sitting across from him, I could see that he was still angry. I decided that it would be best if I kept my mouth shut for now, but inside I was glowing. Kaiba, the rich prick, actually had feelings! Just wait until Yugi and the others hear about this!

The driver cleared his throat. "Master Kaiba, where are we going?" Realizing that Kaiba didn't have my address and therefore didn't know where we were going, I spoke up and told the driver for him. After that, I was able to keep quiet for a good five minutes before I finally blurted out "Is what Mokuba said true?"

"That's none of your damn business, mutt."

Gritting my teeth, I said "I'm not a dog, Kaiba! And I'm tired of you treating me like one! And since I'm the one you did or did not want in your house last night, it sure as hell is my business!"

"If I don't want to talk about it, I'm not going to!" His voice was louder now. "It's none of your business what I think of you, and Mokuba spoke inappropriately!"

"Don't go blaming Mokuba!" I yelled. In the background, I could hear sirens. "He's just a kid! It doesn't matter!-"

"Jounochi."

"Let me finish, bastard! It doesn't matter if Mokuba's your brother or not, you shouldn't speak to him like that!" Kaiba's stare seemed to be fixed on something behind me, out the front window.

"Are you even listening to me, asshole?!"

"Jounochi." His voice was quiet now. "Is that your apartment?"

I whipped around in my seat to see the cause of the sirens I'd heard. In front of the limo, past the barricade of fire trucks that blocked the street, sat my apartment building, with smoke pouring out of the third floor window.

My floor.

Flames flickered inside, and two men wheeled a stretcher into the back of an ambulance. Streams of water were being shot at the blaze.

"Yeah," I answered.

"That's my apartment."

So, what'd ya think? Pretty short, but there's more to come! Let me know what you thought!