A/N: This drabble centers around Kaiba, and does contain OOC moments. To understand this chapter fully, you'll want to visit my Tumblr blog 'ask-stellar-c' and then search for the 'malefic bewd inspired design' tag.

Slightly dark fic, but nothing too dark! The only dark thing is an evil Kaiba, that's all. Enjoy! (Why am I struggling to spell the word caterpillar too?)

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do, however, own the design I created in the above tag.


Caterpillars and Monsters

Caterpillars are strange little creatures.

They're small; barely any bigger than a daisy. They go unnoticed by many humans, often using their size to hide away in the darkness of the grass.

Seto's head pounded, and his hands reached up to hold it. He didn't know why, but he had this desire … a desire for destruction.

His heart thumped against his chest, a sign that also didn't go unnoticed. Why was he feeling like this?

They don't have many defences. Their flesh is soft to the touch, and it doesn't serve as good protection.

Seto leaned against the wall of his office, trying to keep calm. He breathed in slowly and exhaled, fighting the oncoming wave of nausea that was upon him. A hand reached behind him to steady himself, fingertips pressed against the wallpaper.

He wasn't ill, that much he knew. Maybe he'd hit his head on something and the pain was only just beginning to register - but if that was the case what was with the nausea? And why now?

They're easy pickings for larger animals. Birds often hunt down insects like the tasty caterpillar as snacks. With their pitiful defensive tactics, they barely stand a chance.

So how have these 'weak bugs' stayed around all these years?

His blue eyes locked onto the floor, onto a certain spot. It was an attempt to distract himself from the pain.

His head really hurt now. It was getting more and more difficult to distinguish reality from thought. Seto swore he could see things - dragons laying siege to his office, the Big Five sitting at his desk and looking at him like he was their master, even Yugi doubled over in pain from something. It was freaking him out a little.

Not only that, but there was this voice. A voice that had to belong to someone, yet nobody was in the office. Well, no-one but him.

"Come, my monster. You know you want to."

That voice … it was tempting him. Testing him. But for what?

Seto shook his head, but the building fog in his mind remained. He was struggling to concentrate, to focus, to remember.

Remember … remember …

Remember what?

Seto found he was drawing a blank. What had he been thinking of these past few minutes? Or … anything for that matter? And … why did he have this … overwhelming urge to destroy?

They undergo a miraculous transformation.

Seto's eyes rose from their gaze, the pupils having narrowed to resemble those of a cat's eyes. He was starting to remember something now …

"Mokuba …" The name felt foreign to his lips, yet it still struck a bell. "Mokuba …"

"Yes, yes, Seto, Mokuba. Mokuba is very important to you. Do you know why?"

Seto wished he knew, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. With the dizzy spell now leaving his mind, he pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to his desk. As he did, his longer side-bangs brushed against his cheeks.

He had heard the name somewhere, and it filled his heart with some sort of emotion. Was it … love? Did he love this Mokuba person?

"I …" he stuttered. "I … don't know."

There was a disembodied chuckle. The owner of the voice knew it had almost total control over the CEO now; he just needed to cross the line of no return.

"Why is Mokuba important to me?" asked Seto out loud, looking around the room as he did.

"Because he is your mortal enemy."

All of a sudden Seto felt the emotion in his heart again. So it wasn't love … it was hate.

Hate. A powerful emotion that can make people do the craziest things, say the cruelest words …

… and think the total falsities of their real life.

A caterpillar first encases themselves in a cocoon woven from their own silk. The cocoon shields them from whatever life may throw at them, like an impenetrable wall, as their metamorphosis starts and grows.

Seto's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. He … he hated Mokuba. Yes … that felt … true. Mokuba … he hated Mokuba.

"Of course he is," he agreed with the voice. "I hate Mokuba. He is my mortal enemy."

That earlier feeling of destruction now made more sense. Seto wanted to destroy something … and now he had a target.

He wanted to destroy Mokuba.

No longer was the kid his younger brother … he was his nemesis.

The voice that was controlling Seto like a puppet chuckled. "Go to it, my monster. Destroy your enemy. But first … make yourself look more … malefic."

Seto nodded and strode over to a magnificent wardrobe. He began searching through the articles of clothing he kept in his office, just in case something were to happen to his clothes during the day. A coffee spillage could happen at any moment, after all.

His hand flicked through suits of white and blue, but nothing struck his fancy. How could he dress .. malefically … in white? That wasn't a dark, foreboding colour at all!

Then he saw it. His old blue trench coat, the same one he'd worn at Duelist Kingdom when … oh, who knows why he'd gone over there. The important thing was that it was a dark colour, and Seto could make a few alterations to it if he had to.

The coat was slipped off its hanger and quickly pulled over his arm. Now … what to do about this white suit he was wearing now …

A few minutes later, and Seto had sorted out his new outfit. Having ditched the white suit he was wearing before, he now stood wearing a light blue top coupled with grey pants that had a faded cyan colouring at the bottom of the legs. He had on a pair of dark grey boots that had the trousers tucked into them and, of course, the blue trench coat was now on.

Seto made a mental note to change the collar of the coat, as well as add some white markings to the shoulders. He didn't know why, but he felt it would make it more … malefic.

When the cocoon cracks, a beautiful new creature emerges. Vivid wings spread out to the sky, and a new butterfly is created.

The creature is none the worse for wear, but the previous existence it held has now been shed.

The voice chuckled again, only this time it was more intense.

And Seto chuckled along with it. His tone was dark and the chuckle was more like a cackle.

Caterpillars could be considered cute at first. But their morph into butterflies is a perfect analogy to describe Seto Kaiba's change from Blue-Eyes Masterto Malefic Monster.


A/N: Yeah, I have this thing for turning characters evil ... ah heh heh.

This is why I gave you the info at the beginning. The Malefic Monster is my interpretation of Kaiba if he were evil and had the Malefic Blue-Eyes White Dragon as his ace. It started out as a design challenge and eventually became my version of a darkened CEO. Personally I find the design fun to draw and write about, but that's just me.

Don't worry, this is probably the only time I'll write about the design in this collection. I just really had to write something about it and now I have. Also, this is an example of how 'dark' any future stories could get. Not too bad is it?

(P.S Mokuba is the only one who can snap Seto out of this state. So brotherly love still exists between the two! Mokuba just has to avoid being destroyed ...)