A/N: Idea I came up with on one late night or really early one morning. Pick your fav. Much messed up things ensue. I think this is my first non-romance fic lol. And I know it's August,... Happy Halloween! Challenge fic from a friend, had to use some random words and phrases, bet you can't guess which ones. =D
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Kazuki Takahashi does.
Twas the night before Halloween, and the class was stirring.
The teacher was teaching, Bakura was snoring
...Oh crap. Wrong holiday.
As the clock reached closer to that ever-awaited climax, Seto kaiba looked around the poorly decorated room. A few paper spiders floated from the ceiling, some construction paper pumpkins taped to the walls, a cut-out-witch near the doorway, oh wait, that was just Mrs. Fingleberg. Finally class was over, and the rhythmic packing of the bags had begun. Seto always was the last to go, forcing in his new chibi fluffy muffin puff power gals comic into his bag. Yugi made sure no one was watching as he walked over to the CEO's desk
"You sure you want to do this?" the ridiculously shorter boy asked with a slight smirk on his face.
Without even looking he responded, "Of course, only a chicken would back out now."
Yugi reluctantly took off his millennium puzzle, muttering something about, "My precious," as he handed it over to Kaiba.
The brunette reached into his bag with much squeaking being heard, pulling out an outfit, at least half of it leather, and five bottled cans of spray starch. His cheeks flushed only slightly as he forked over the clothing products.
"One more thing...," Yugi remembered, shy to ask, eyes glancing down at the CEO's chest.
"Wha-oh," Seto realized as he took off his own necklace, biting his lip as he handed it over.
"The dark magician girl?" the petite sophomore asked, trying to stifle his giggle.
He blushed even more, saying through gritted teeth, "she's pretty, ok? Drop it."
Yugi had to try twice as hard not to crack a smile, but Kaiba's next question put a damper on his small joy (ha, shortness pun.) Feeling increduously stupid, Seto asked,
"And the hair dye?"
"Here," the black, purple, and blonde said, adding on, "but if you tell anyone I'm not natural I will have to resort to drastic measures, Kaiba," a worried quiver in the small voice.
At this he just rolled his eyes, and left the classroom,
"See you tomorrow, Kaiba," he bade with a hidden grin.
Yugi ran home, rather excited. Like a small tick about to explode, really. He sped upstairs, gently putting the other boy's items on his desk. He shook his head with a small laugh as he drifted off to sleep.
The miniature duelists (or "Mini-D" as Joey sometimes called him, much to his disproval.) awoke the next morning an hour early, fumbling over to the desk. Taking the bottle of temporary hair dye, his multicolored locks soon turned brunette, looking quite odd as he peeked in the mirror. He read off the instructions Kaiba had given him to style his hair,
"First, wet hair,"
Doing so, and looking like a drowned rat with the brown hair frizzing everywhere, he read on,
"Get one tub of super econo-hair gel, apply generously."
Rummaging the bathroom, he found a bottle and used up most of it, but the frizz would not die. "Well that didn't work," he said to himself, using the rest. The was-blonde streaks were much longer than Kaiba's, enabling him to barely see. Going on to the next step...
"Run brush through and blow dry,"Afterwards, his hair looked more like a white boy afro (which is scarier than any Halloween costume) than anything else, now freaking out that it wouldn't look all right. "Kaiba I look like a friggen' hamster! What now!" he shouted out to no one, pacing around, finally retrieving the note.
"Use rest of tub of gel. Brush through."
"What the-" he mouthed, rather frustrated. Running to his grandfather's room, he questioned, "Grandpa, do you have any hair gel?"
"Oh-ho, Yugi! Looking very scary there, eh?" said the octogenarian, half asleep, "On top of the dresser over there," his hand pointed haphazardly.
"Thanks, Grandpa!" the small boy cried out of discovery, speeding back to his room. Using the rest of this bottle as well, he combed through the mess, he felt the follicles start to suction to his skull.
"Blow dry again for 30 minutes at 120 degrees. Hair should be sturdy, crisp, and impenetrable,"
Wondering what type of damage this was doing to his poor, poor hair, he followed the instructions. Once the half hour passed, he flicked the monstrosity, causing his finger to bounce back. A strange plastic sound emitted. He wasn't sure whether to be proud or afraid. Fearing the next instruction, he read on,
"Get one bottle of hairspray, spritz a few times for final security,"
Reluctantly, he fetched the bottle, spraying once or twice. "Odd..." he said to himself pulling the (if you could call it) hair into a ponytail, giving it that true 'mullet' feel, "Pray to Ra that this isn't permanent,"
"Final touch ups for that true CEO look:
-Use sparing amounts of blush that's two shades lighter than what looks healthy and normal
-Apply eyeliner to the top rim of the eye only
-Leather is your friend
Yugi sighed, still having much of his costume to complete.
Seto woke up that morning with an odd feeling, like there was someone else in the room. Rubbing his eyes he looked over next to him, seeing various spikes emerge from the blanket.
"Sweet merciful crap!" he shrieked, pulling the cloth back as if it was an icky spider he was double-dared to touch. What the hell was Yugi doing in his bed?!
The figure removed his eye covers, smiling "Good morning, Sunshine, Happy Halloween!" Blinking a few times and looking the boy over, he confusedly commented, "You're not Sunshine..."
"You bet your ass I'm not!" Seto barked, rather frightened.
"Ooh...you must be Kaiba, oh yes! I remember you! Ol' blue eyes, fabulous card if you asked me," the pharaoh continued, getting out of the bed. "Dark magician is the favorite myself, but only because Set got to choose first," he made a tsking noise as he went over to the taller boy.
"Yugi, what are you doing?"
"Oh. He didn't tell you?" the pharaoh sighed, "I'm the spirit trapped in the millennium puzzle, ancient pharaoh from long ago, etc. etc, now what are we gonna do about this hair?"
Kaiba thought it best not to ask questions as the small boy had to hop up to get a good look. Eventually Yami pushed Seto on to a spare chair, facing a mirror (how convenient,)
"Stay right there, I need to fetch products!" the Egyptian called, getting an end table and putting it in front of Seto,
"May I use what I desire from your bathroom?"
"Er.." was the brunette's only response. And he thought Yugi was a little on the queer side...
"Now," shaking his head at the sight of his cuticles, "Soak your nails in this, Ra have pity on them," he muttered as he got the dye. "Yugi never lets me do his hair anymore, I can't imagine why," he sighed, getting out strips of tinfoil.
Seto was needless to say, utterly confused.
"He's such a nice kid but a little on the naïve side, would it hurt to get a pedicure once in awhile with his own reincarnated spirit? Is a god really asking so much?" he tsked again, bleaching this and highlighting that. "Keep soaking!" he commanded as he saw Seto remove his hands.
"Now, I was talking to, you will not guess who, but the thief the other day, the um, as you call him Ryou. Of course not in his original form silly! We were discussing the latest fashions from the west side of the Nile, they're really ridiculous!"
Seto watched in the mirror, stricken with a mix of horror and interest as the pharaoh took out the foil, a grin on his face, "Pretty good, eh? Of course it's not done yet..."
"Yugi left instructions for how to style the hair," he said as he tossed Seto a small piece of paper. It read simply,
"Insert finger in electrical socket,"
Kaiba blinked, thinking he must've misread it, but no. He thought out loud, "No wonder what stunted Yugi's growth," a quiet laugh hidden in the snarky remark Never again would he feel guilt for tormenting him for his height (not like he did in the first place)
Yami glared at him, his bottom lip out, "You know that's not very nice. He was just trying to help, Kaiba. And if you cannot trust friends, you cannot trust in yourself-"
"Cut the speeches, oh mighty one, it was you who's been preaching that heart crap, wasn't it?!" Seto said delirious. How many minutes, no, hours had been wasted listening to that b.s.!
"Obviously nothing sinks in through that thick head of hair you have," Yami quietly commented, alternating between teasing and spraying the hair with follicle cement so it would spike up.
"What was that?" Kaiba asked, paranoid.
"Oh, nothing."
A/N: Hee hee! You'll have to wait til next chapter to see everyone's reactions, and the big surprise! ::giggle:: Well, that is, if I have enough reviews to motivate me. I feel bad if I'm writing for no one =( Please review! Much love personally from mwuah, the authoress.