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A/N: Well this story is certainly trucking right along…not. Sorry for long update but school is vicious.
Disclaimer: Screw the rules, I have money! Oh wait… no I don’t. I don’t own them.
“Wow, Joey, are you okay?”
Yugi’s wide-eyed face loomed over Joey, his multi-colored shock of hair obscuring Joey’s entire view of the ceiling above.
“K...kitty?” coughed Joey dizzily as Yugi grabbed his forearms and hauled him into a sitting position.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” said Yugi, stooping to scoop something off the floor. “Look!”
As soon as Joey had stood up and glanced at the thing Yugi was holding out at arm’s length, he felt like collapsing again. “NO WAY!” he shouted, pointing accusatorily at the snow-white cat the Yugi was clutching under the armpits.
“Meerow,” said the cat in a disgruntled sort of way, apparently displeased with being dangled so.
“Isn’t it cute?!” said Yugi happily, pulling the cat into his chest and rubbing his cheek on its head. “I found him wandering around outside your building. When I came in to meet you to walk to school it started following me, like it was waiting to get inside all night! And the weirdest part? When we got to your floor it ran ahead and went right up to your door and started pawing at it and mewling, isn’t that funny?!” He said this all breathlessly and very, very fast.
Joey rubbed the back of his head, staring at the cat. It was definitely the same one he had run into last night. He had to admit, the intelligence in its eyes was startling, but still… how the heck had it known where he lived?! And why was it following him around, anyway?
“Wheeler! What is that thing?!” shouted the landlady from down the hall, peeking her head out her door to see what all the ruckus was.
“It’s Yugi; why the hell would you ask something like that?” retorted Joey without thinking. Yugi winced slightly at the mild profanity.
“I meant the plague-carrying flea-infested animal,” she snapped, straightening her curlers.
“Oh!” said Joey, looking at the cat, which had squirmed out of Yugi’s hands and was now winding around his shoulders, mewling. Yugi giggled as its tail brushed under his nose. “It’s…uh…”
“It’s a cat, you neanderthal!” said the landlady, bristling. “You know we have rules against filthy animals being in this building! Get rid of it!”
“Yes, sir, right away, sir,” muttered Joey darkly, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder and gently shoving Yugi away down the hall. “C’mon, dude, let’s get out of here…”
“Why would it?” asked Yugi, panting slightly. Because his legs were about half the length of Joey’s, he had to run to keep up with the blonde’s fast-walking. “I thought it was your cat.”
“Heck, no,” said Joey, catching sight of the large clock face on top of the school a block away and quickening his pace. “I just ran into it last night.”
“H…h…huh…” wheezed Yugi, sprinting now. “Then…h…how…”
Joey swore loudly over whatever he said next as the first bell rang. “Five minutes to get to class and still half a block away, and you’re the slowest runner in the history of Domino High!” he grunted. “You know what that means…”
“Oh…no…Joey…don’t…!” Yugi panted, waving his arms in a vain attempt to put some distance between him and his friend. His plan backfired as Joey grabbed his outstretched arm and pulled him up into a fireman’s carry, laughing and increasing his speed twofold.
“Normally I would beg to disagree, but considering you appear to have taken a hostage to emphasize you’re point, I will let you off this time,” said their teacher disapprovingly, waving his pointer at Joey. “Technically it would be unfair of me to give only one of you a detention, but it would be equally unfair to dispense punishment to you both, considering this was clearly all your idea. Now if you would please surrender Mr. Mouto and take your seat…”
“Sorry,” said Joey with a nervous grin, setting Yugi gingerly back on his feet. The shorter boy teetered for a moment and then his knees buckled and he fell backwards. Luckily Joey was still there to grab him under the arms and half guide, half drag him over to his desk.
When they had taken their seats, the teacher took attendance, every student raising their hand and saying “Present, Professor!” very respectfully as their name was called. After that their daily history lecture began, and everyone immediately tuned out.
“You really shouldn’t do that,” hissed Tristan over Joey’s shoulder, leaning forward in his desk. “I don’t think Yugi appreciates being hauled around like a sack of potatoes.”
“Oh, he’ll forgive me when he gets his perfect attendance award at the end of the year,” retorted Joey with a grin. “’Sides, it’s not like you’ve never picked someone up and hauled them around before.”
“Hmph,” said Tristan, ducking his head down and scribbling ‘I’m writing I’m writing look at me I’m writing!’ in his notebook as the teacher glanced up to make sure everyone was taking notes. “Why were you so late, anyway?”
“Slept in,” muttered Joey out of the corner of his mouth, bowing his head as well and doodling pictures on his folder, most of which involved Seto Kaiba being eaten by a dragon. “And let me tell you, I was having the weirdest dream in the history of forever. There were two Yugi’s and two Bakura’s, and Tea was there and so was Mai and you and that Kaiba bast—“
“What was I doing?” interrupted Tristan eagerly.
“Wearing a slicker,” recalled Joey flatly. “Anyway, it was really weird because Yugi—the dream one—kept saying something about a kitty and then when I woke up the real Yuig was all—“
“’Mm-mm, crunchy’,” read the teacher off of Joey’s folder. “While there were legends around the middle ages concerning dragons, I doubt Mr. Kaiba had anything to do with them. Congratulations, Mr. Wheeler. I now have substantial reason to give you a detention. Now get out your notebook ad copy down what I am saying, and leave you ‘Kaiba-licious’ fantasies for outside this classroom.”
The entire class erupted into laughter as Joey slid down in his seat, blushing furiously. Unfortunately, he caught Kaiba’s eye from across the room. The taller boy looked absolutely livid and mouthed something that looked like “Vacuum, mutt. You are so beyond DEAD.”
Though Joey was pretty sure the first word was not ‘vacuum.’