The Dragon's True Nature
Disclaimer: All Yu-Gi-Oh! related characters belong to their rightful owner, Kazuki Takahashi. All original parts of this story belong to Koneko Tsuki, and if plagiarized, she will borrow the Blue Eyes White Dragon from Takahashi and sic him on the offender! ROWR!
Notes: This is my own original fic, but I did get inspiration from others.
1) Ouvalyrin and her hilarious fic "Koneko Kaiba", which showed me just how much fun it is to play with Seto-chan, Heh Heh Heh...
2) The fanartist Rain, and her picture of Seto in a Blue Eyes White Dragon costume.
Summary: The Blue Eyes White Dragon has always been Seto's destructive, loyal servant, but when a bumbling scientist's experiment changes Seto, will the young duelist learn the dragon's true nature?
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Chapter 1-Come Forth, Blue Eyes White Dragon!
The young scientist's hands shook violently as he poured sickly green chemicals into a flask.
"Be careful with that, Bukasu! You damn idiot!" That cold voice always made Bukasu flinch, even when he wasn't at the receiving end of a reprimand.
"Yes, sir, sorry sir! I won't do it again, sir!" Bukasu blurted out apologies as he set the container of green liquid on a spotless white counter where another, more experienced and steady, scientist promptly carried the chemicals to another lab table.
"Bukasu, I need to have a word with you, now." Seto Kaiba, president of Kaiba Corporation and Bukasu's employer, did not look happy, but then again, Bukasu couldn't recall ever seeing Kaiba happy.
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Seto stood outside the door to the main lab, blue eyes glaring down upon the cowering Bukasu, "Tell me again, Bukasu, why did I hire you?"
"B-because I am one of the top chemipysiologists(1) in the world, sir."
"Are you? You have yet to prove that to me. If my memory serves me, you have destroyed ten experiments with your idiotic convulsions," Seto's voice was icy cold, full of contempt, "If you do not improve, you will have to find a new occupation. Do I make myself clear?"
Bukasu forced himself to lock gazes with those crystal blue eyes, "Y- yes, sir. I won't let you down again!"
Seto nodded and turned away, "And grow some backbone while you're at it." A definite dismissal. Bukasu pivoted on his heel and hurried into the lab, determination steadying his usually jumpy hands.
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Mokuba shook with laughter as Seto finished his reenactment of his earlier conversation with the bumbling Bukasu, "Wow, Seto, you even got his twitch just right! That was awesome!" The youth laughed again, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"Heh, he's as twitchy as a rabbit, and just as useless."
Seto seated himself at his desk, flipping open the laptop with a click. Mokuba blinked and fixed Seto with his best mock-frown, "Come on, give him a chance. He has to have some talent if he is one of the top che-ma-things."
"Chemipysiologists, Mokuba," Seto automatically corrected.
"Yea that, he's one of the best ones. He just needs his chance to show you his skills."
Seto frowned, resting his chin on his hands as he contemplated what his younger, and at times wiser, brother had said.
"I suppose you are ri-" The phone rang, interrupting Seto. He sighed in frustration, letting the poor-excuse-for-a-form-of-communication ring twice before answering in a clipped tone, "Kaiba."
Mokuba watched his brother's face for information from whoever was on the other end of the phone. Most people could get nothing out of that emotionless mask, but years are training had fine-tuned Mokuba for the task.
Seto eyes suddenly widened, "I'll be right there!" he slammed the phone down, climbing to his feet and hurrying out of the room, grabbing his dueling deck and coat on the way.
Seto was in such a rush that Mokuba only had time to follow at a swift trot. He didn't get a chance to ask any questions as they rapidly descended the mansion stairs, when they climbed on Seto's motorcycle, when they raced down the deserted streets, or even when Seto led them to the main lab of Kaiba Corporation.
By the time the pair had arrived at the lab, Mokuba was thoroughly annoyed. He wanted to satisfy his curiosity!
Bukasu was beaming as he held a flask of blue liquid. Seto opened his mouth to speak, but Bukasu put up a hand to silence him, motioning the two brothers to follow. He led them to a large test area, "I have completed this new formula, and in record time! Wait until you see its awesome powers!"
"Well," Seto barely hid the note of intense curiosity and impatience in his voice, "show me."
"Of course, sir," Bukasu held out a perfectly steady hand, "I will need your Blue Eyes White Dragon card, please."
Seto gave the unusually confident scientist a skeptical glare, but held out one of his precious cards nonetheless.
Bukasu reached for the powerful card hastily, his other hand, clutching the flask, jerked spasmodically, spilling the formula over the monster card and Seto.
"Ah! Oh no!" Bukasu dropped the empty flask, covering his mouth in horror, visions of the dead lab mice flashing through his frantic mind, "That formula can't touch anything living!" In hopes of wiping away the liquid before it took effect, he reached into his pocket and extracted a handkerchief. The scientist froze as the Blue Eyes White Dragon card began to glow an eerie, ghostly white.
Seto stared at the card with wide eyes, "What did you do, Bukasu!"
Mokuba backed away from his brother, sensing the inevitable raging outburst.
"S-sir! Your hand!" Bukasu pointed a shaking finger at the Seto's hand; it too was illuminated like the dueling card.
Before anyone could move, the room filled with a blinding light. Bukasu and Mokuba shielded their eyes from the white brilliance.
The glow seemed to intensify every passing second, just as it threatened to burn their covered eyes it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Before their eyes could adjust, a bone-rattling roar echoed through the metallic room.
Mokuba blinked, both to clear his vision and in bewilderment, he knew that defiant, mighty roar...
Bukasu brought his arm away from his eyes, the room had darkened considerably except for one source of light... a great gleaming white dragon regarding the scientist and youngster with fierce blue eyes.
"The Blue Eyes White Dragon?" Mokuba barely breathed the five words, yet his voice echoed in the silent room.
Bukasu was awestruck by the great dragon: its long claws, capable of shredding stone like paper, the huge jaw, full of razor sharp pearly white fangs, the taloned wings could effortlessly lift the enormous bulk as if it were nothing more than a feather.
Mokuba was the first to snap out of the trance, his soft gray eyes scanned the room frantically, "Where's Seto!"
The Blue Eyes suddenly roared, thrashing its thick, powerful tail against the two far walls. The strong, seemingly indestructible, walls crumpled like aluminum cans. The irate dragon lunged head first into the third wall, still uttering a deep, angry growl.
Bukasu turned to flee, but his feet were knocked out from under him by the tip of the dragon's whipping tail.
Mokuba was rooted to the floor with fear as the gleaming white beast continued its assault on the dented, gouged walls.
Bukasu dragged himself outside the room, not bothering to even look back, let alone help, the terrified boy.
The damaged walls buckled under the weight of the roof, the bending metal's creaks and groans were enough to distract the white dragon from its rampage. The Blue Eyes arched its sinuous neck to view the collapsing portion of ceiling, hissing defiance.
Mokuba was brought to his senses when the roof emitted another great creak, his eyes growing wide with terror as a slab of ceiling directly above gave way and fell. He immediately dropped to his knees, covering his head and neck with shaking arms, as he had been taught in school to protect himself from earthquakes. As the falling metal approached, only two thoughts ran through Mokuba's panic-stricken mind, Where is Seto? and How is this position supposed to protect you from earthquakes!
"SETO! HELP!"
The sound of crashing metal made Mokuba open his eyes, but all he saw was bright white.
Huh, so this is what death's like. I thought it would hurt. A deep rumble drew his attention upward where his eyes met the soft gaze of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, looming protectively over him. Mokuba gasped, that glint in the dragon's eyes ... it was the very same look Seto gave just for him, a look that always told the youngster that he was loved and cherished.
"Seto!" Mokuba jumped to his feet, hugging the white beast's soft muzzle, "I thought you left me!" The Blue Eyes nuzzled Mokuba gently, uttering a sound like a cross between a whimper and a growl.
"Don't worry, big brother! Bukasu can change you back!" The dragon hissed at the mention of the cowardly scientist. "Okay, maybe we can get someone else to help..." Like Yugi!
Mokuba sat on the floor, leaning against the Blue Eyes's hind claw. He frowned, "I hope it doesn't take long to get you back, Seto." He yawned widely, rubbing sleepy gray eyes. The Blue Eyes scooped the youngster up delicately as it settled its enormous form to the debris strewn floor.
Mokuba was asleep before the dragon had finished getting comfortable. The Blue Eyes watched the sleeping boy, nestled securely in the giant claws, before curving its serpentine neck protectively over its precious burden and falling into a deep, content slumber.
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(1) Yes, that's a made up profession as far as I know of.
TA! Didja like it? Hope so! I'm gonna write chapter 2- Master and Servant soon, if I get my goal of fifteen reviews. Reviewers get gifts! This is Koneko Tsuki, signing off for now! See ya!
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