Inevitable

The titanium of the duel disk was cool against her bare arm, goose bumps rising to her flesh as she let the device click into place. Ren extended her arm, studying herself carefully in the mirror as the blade outstretched and slid into position, chirping affirmatively when it had finished its transformation.

Ren held up her arm in an aggrandized "it's time to duel" Yugi Moto pose, smirking behind her fist. She had never been one for the game of Duel Monsters, loathed the idea of it, really. And she still felt like a complete ass, even in the privacy of Seto Kaiba's closet, but she had to admit… she looked pretty cool.

"Kuroki." Ren yelped in surprise, whirling around and flailing to get her arms behind her back, knocking pomade and cologne to the floor in the process. Kaiba stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, a smirk touching his lips.

She scowled, a habit she had picked up from the CEO. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sure. I'll have a pink one made for you if you like it."

"Blow me; I was just curious whether it contained the tears of your enemies in it or not."

Kaiba scoffed, striding over and gently pulling her arms from behind her. He smirked, and shook his head. "I'll have to teach you how to use it, so the next time you try one of those on you don't look like a complete idiot."

Ren's jaw dropped. "Please! I make this thing look good!"

The brunette shook his head, rolling his eyes as he left the closet. "It's on the wrong arm."