heka is the Egyptian word for magic or sorcery
Egyptian heka is a dangerous thing, in one of two things. First, it is deadly when called upon for lethal purposes, assassins of ancient times gifted with heka were dangerous and difficult to capture. The other form is in a more torturous status, disfiguring the body or changing the person or animal to what the caster wishes. Crossing a modern-day heka practitioner is a risk to one's life and soul. Never cross a heka will magician or you regret every moment you spent for centuries on end.
Seto Kaiba opened his foggy, cerulean eyes and felt the ground roughly rub against his body where he lay sprawled out. He shook his head, causing the blurry mist over his vision to recede slowly. He did not know how long he had been lying on that gravel and dirt but felt the ache in his muscles enough to say a while. That man, that elderly man wearing traditional Egyptian clothing who was arguing on the side of the street with a younger boy was gone. When the two were fighting, yelling in a fast, sharp Arabic tongue, Seto was unlucky enough to be passing by on his way home from work. He would have normally taken the company limo, but after a very stressful work day, he decided to walk. He had been hoping to get rid of the headache he had, and the evening walk in the warm, mild weather would have helped if it had not been for that scrimmage on the sidewalk.
God, people can be such idiots. I just want to go home and finish that project for tomorrow. First I have to get off this wretched dirt. Kaiba tried to lift himself from the ground, but his muscles didn't respond normally. He felt strange, like he had never lifted his weight in this way, or moved such as this. But he had, he knew, every human had in their life. He tried to sit up but found the task impossible. Don't tell me that old man broke something! Stupid old man…
As the dizziness and blurred vision cleared he looked down at his hands to see if they were even there. But, he did not see his tanned hands on the ground, or his arms in his new black shirt. His eyes grew so wide they could have popped right out of his head. Instead, furry reddish brown paws, belonging to a kitten, were resting in their place, paws that did not belong to the CEO, or at least, hadn't before.
What the-! Where did those come from! He nervously and wildly looked about, seeing a furry body matching the paws in front of him. As he glanced behind him, behind his stretched out back legs, he could see-to his horror-a twitching tail.
What the heck is going on! I have no tail! What is that thing! How the heck is it even moving like that!
He began to hyperventilate, which is odd for a small, brown cat. Cat, he was a cat? How was that possible, unless… The great gust of wind, or so what he assumed it was, that knocked him out for those many moments must have done something strange. He whipped around to stare, horrified, at his new paws again. What am I going to do? I can't go home looking like this! Or even get there for that matter! What am I going to-?
He felt two gentle hands scoop him up and pulled him against a soft jacket. He looked up to see a worried, teenage girl's face peering down to him. He felt a long blonde bang brush against his (now wet and adorable) nose and the girl held him carefully. "You poor kitten. You look all alone here. Do you belong to someone?" Her voice was quiet but audible, with calm, reassuring tone within it.
He opened his mouth to say he was no "kitten" and that he did not belong to anyone and wished to be put down, despite the overwhelming comfort he felt. Instead of his usual, harsh words, a slightly shaky "meow" escaped to be heard. He was shocked; he could no longer speak English! He couldn't speak like a human being, to communicate in any way to this girl, he was doomed.
