Okay, so I was browsing through a lot of drabble fics, and I thought, "Hey, why not make one myself?" So that's exactly what I did. 26 Drabbles with letters of the alphabet, ladies and gents.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is owned by several Anime Companies and Mr Takahashi.

Ankle

Yami sighed lowly, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Though the cold pavement beneath him was quite uncomfortable to lie on, it was definitely better than the stabbing pain he'd experienced when trying to stand. The excruciating agony that had shot up his ankle every single time was horrendous enough to make him wince. While Yami certainly wasn't a doctor, he was positive that his foot wasn't supposed to be sticking out at that angle.

Never again was he rescuing a cat from a Ra-damned tree. Yugi and his cutesy eyes could go straight to hell.

Despite lying helpless in the back yard, Yugi and his grandpa out for the day, being clawed to death by an angry feline and his ankle throbbing like someone had kindly smashed a hammer down on the joint several times, Yami was thankful that his situation couldn't get any worse.

Nope, it couldn't possibly get any-

"Mutou?" Came a horribly familiar, slightly amused voice.

...worse. Oh wait – it just did.

Fixing his best, most annoyed, 'Yugi-I-saw-you-eat-the-last-cookie' glare to his face, Yami turned his head to the side and stared angrily at the amused CEO standing on the nice, soft lawn next to the patio. Why couldn't he have landed there instead when the mangy beast of a cat attempted to gouge his eyes out?

"Yes, Kaiba?" He growled, ignoring the pain in his ankle. If the brunette had come to demand that they duel, again, so that Kaiba could attempt to win back his title and lose, again, he was going to throw the ladder lying next to him at his white coat and hope he'd see him in casualty.

"I knew you weren't completely sane," Seto remarked dryly, not moving from his spot. "But not so crazy that you decided to sleep on the cement."

"For your information," The tri-haired teen retaliated, leaning up on his elbows. "I have a bed, Kaiba. If I'd wanted a nap I think I would've gone inside, don't you?" Despite his best efforts to keep a calm, carefree yet intimidating frown on his face, Yami's facade was ruined when his ankle decided to demand attention. The wince managed to slide onto his face, and Seto noticed.

"What have you done now?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The strangely daunting thing about it, though, was the concern trying to hide in his sapphire eyes. Why the Ra would Kaiba be concerned? Stuck-up, snotty rich-boy Kaiba, who had a million-dollar company to run, and a younger brother to hassle?

"I didn't do anything," Yami snapped, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Unfortunately, the movement jarred his now swollen ankle, which turned slightly and knocked against the patio on its side. An explosion of colours assaulted his vision alongside white-hot pain that sliced through his joint like a knife through butter, and Yami was vaguely aware of someone crying out. His body fell backwards and the tri-haired teen attempted to brace himself for the unwelcome smack of the ground, but instead, felt himself being caught by a hair of strong (and warm) arms.

"Doesn't seem like that to me," Seto's voice cut through the pain-filled haze. "What did you do, Yami?"

"Trying to get a cat from the tree," The younger murmured as the colours began to melt away. Not that he was going to let Kaiba know that – Yami was quite comfortable being held in a strange, but not unappreciated, embrace.

"Mutou", the brunette began, exasperated. "The cat managed to climb up there by itself, correct?"

"Mm-hm." Yami wasn't interested in the bloody cat anymore – Seto's voice was far more enticing.

"So the cat would've been able to get back down by itself."

"Mm-hm." Kaiba's voice was very low. But not so low that it sounded like gravel and sandpaper. More of a... smooth, silky baritone.

"Yami, are you even listening to- mmph! Mm..."

The tri-haired teen decided that as sultry as the CEO's voice was, he'd rather listen to Grandpa lecture him for breaking the ladder than let the brunette ramble on about cats.

Yami's ankle felt a lot less painful now. He supposed that kisses do make things feel better.

Well, how was it? I won't know until you review. And if anyone has any requests/suggestions for a drabble, let me know.

Until next time.