ChibiKurama: Mwa. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Seto Kaiba or any of the characters (yet). But Momo is my dear friend Invader-Pimmy's character (You should really read her fic before mine), so let the insanity begin.

Seto Kaiba: I refuse to go through this humiliation. If word of this got out, Kaiba Corporation-

ChibiKurama: You know, Seto, if we really cared about Kaiba Corp, the show would have changed its name to Kai-Ba-Co already. What we want is to laugh.

Kaiba: Bah.

ChibiKurama: Bah this. *calls 2 guards to take Kaiba away to begin the show*

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When Seto Kaiba woke up on Sunday morning at approximately 8:30 AM between a set of $600 suede sheets on a circle bed complete with automatic heat, pressure sensors, and call button, he felt unusually strange. Unusually strange indeed.

It could have been that it was Sunday, but he still had the uncontrollable urge to work until all of his fingers had fallen off and he went blind from all the computer screens. It could have been that he had a sixth sense, but he didn't or else he would have noticed the paparazzi practically two inches from his window hanging upside down with a camera in hand (considering it was 15 stories up, it was a pretty mean feat). It could have been the stains from 500 papayas on the walls (Don't ask). Or it could have been… something else.

Anyway, he had stayed in bed for about 10 minutes before getting out of bed to the perfectly controlled air temperature of 69­ . He managed to cross to the door and open it, where two guards were waiting (shouldn't they have been taking care of the demented paparazzi?). Kaiba didn't say his usual stormy "Morning," as he walked past them. Instead, he didn't say anything at all. However, even so, they both had "Who-the-hell-are-you-and-how-the-hell-did-you-get-in-there-but-we're-just-guards-so-we-won't-ask" expressions following him down the hall. Kaiba arrived at the suite-sized bathroom (a whole 5 yards down the hall) before muttering, "What's wrong with these people?"

However wacky it was, these words were enough to throw himself into a panic. It wasn't his usual growly deep voice that sent his entire deranged female fan club into fits of screaming. Instead it was a high squeaky voice that sounded full of bubbles and flower petals (ok, he had gone through this before, but that had to be at least what, 4 years ago?). Without further ado, Kaiba dashed into the bathroom to catch a glimpse of his face. As he reached the mirror, he knew something was wrong.

His hair had gone all bouncy and poofy. Why were his eyes all big like that? It was so creepy… he could actually see his pupils. Was it his imagination or was his mouth smaller than yesterday? His face was all narrow…it was at this point that Kaiba looked down.

The scream that followed hereafter was loud enough to send shockwaves through most of Mideastern Europe.

Mwahahaha…I know it's short. Want to try and review it? Go ahead…I promise more soon. Next Chapter: Mental Breakdown and Momo.