Yuugioh does not belong to me.
I apologize for this chapter. It isn't funny. I think it's Zorro's fault. Ever since he came along he's been more of nuisance than a character. Finally, he's gone. I hope he won't be back.
I'm sorry for the dely. I got sidetracked with Naruto. I think the next chapter will be the last. Dun, dun, dun. Well, here you go. Thank you for the loverly reviews!
The unlikely group is now sitting in a dark, dank chamber, where they had been led to as Seto prepares for the oncoming battle.
The fact that Seto has to fight for Mokuba's love is a bit disconcerting, especially since Seto has been the only real constant in Mokuba's life. Still, he puts on the schoolgirl outfit and sulks.
"I never thought I would see the day. The great Kaiba Seto dressed in a short skirt," Honda smirks at him as he says him, and they both know that is Seto gets up to hurt him that his ass will be hanging out disgustingly. Although Katsuya probably won't think it's a very bad thing, Yuugi has innocent eyes.
When one is angry, there are a variety of reactions one can have. Some, for example, push the anger down and dress their face up in a false smile. This works occasionally, but usually ends in mass murdering sprees or the nearest grocery store getting robbed of all their chocolate. Others immediately start beating violently the object of their anger, whether it is their rival or large bookcase that has fallen on them for the last time.
Seto does neither of these things. Instead, he takes this time to polish his secret ability.
Heat vision.
Seto, in all these years, instead of verbally or physically abusing all those that cause him to lose his temper, he glares at them. Or at least, that is what it looks like. Actually, he is schooling his eyes to ready the heat he knows has to be there. As of yet, his power has not yet shown itself, but Seto . . . he knows it's in there.
It just needs a trigger.
Unfortunately, Honda is not this trigger. So Seto has to settle for flipping him the bird and settling down on his pre-prepared chair to wait for Zorro. What the hell kind of fight is this anyway? Schoolgirl outfit? Is he supposed to defeat Zorro with a panty flash?
There isn't a whole lot of conversation going on, with everyone nervous, scared or sleeping.
"How is it that Sanouke-sama can sleep at a time like this?" Jade murmurs aggressively, hugging her knees to her chest as she does so. No one replies, so she falls back into silence.
After when feels like a lifetime, a doors open and they all have to blink rapidly to get used to the bright light that is shining through behind the figure standing in the doorway.
"Zorro," Seto hisses, and gets up quickly, not caring about his skirt anymore. "Let's get this over with!"
"What!"
Zorro sighs, as if explaining this again to Seto is going to be one heck of a problem. "I am a genius of immense proportions, so I knew you were actually Kaiba-san in that body and not Jounouchi-san. With that in mind, only in a riddle game would you stand a chance of beating me. So we are going to play a riddle game for Mokuba."
They have been led to yet another room, where Seto is standing with Zorro, talking fervently. The other are standing on the side, where they glance occasionally at the gargoyles that seem to be stationed nearby to keep them there. They don't know if they really can move, but they look like they can, so no one wants to risk it.
"No. Go back to the part before," Seto urges, panic flashing behind his eyes.
"What? Um, I'm not Michael Jackson; I was just trying to lead you here? That part?" Zorro scratches his head, trying to understand what Seto's trying to get at.
"No! The part before!"
"Oh! The part where I told you I liked Simple Plan?"
"Yes! What the hell is wrong with you? If you gave my brother some kind of disease, I am going to rip off your hand!"
Zorro sighs, resigned to the fact he will not be able to bring Seto to the dark side. "Just because you are fated to like disco and . . .crap, doesn't mean your brother should have to face that!"
"Shut the hell up! Disco isn't the only other kind of music, asshole!" This time Jade is piping up, and she looks ready to steal her grandmother's giant dildo and attack Zorro with it.
She looks a little bit like Naruto when he's very angry. Her eyes aren't red yet, though. Faye gives her a worried sidelong glance. Hopefully her twin won't do anything stupid.
Zorro flourishes his cape, and replies smoothly, "Young one, wait a few years and then return, and we shall speak of music. Not of Elvis and. . .Ozzy Ozbourne."
"I'm gonna kick your ass, you little-" Fate ends up holding her back by the collar of her shirt, as she tries to lunge at the black clothed villan—though he would say differently. He returns his attention to Seto.
"Are you ready to begin?" Seto hesitates, and gives Katsuya a backwards glance. Katsuya shoots him an uplifting grin, and a thumbs up sign.
The blonde nods then at Zorro, reluctantly agreeing. "Let's go, then."
A big, booming mechanical voice spills suddenly from the speaks mounted high on the walls. "Welcome to . . . Who Want To Be A Brother? Let's meet our contestants, shall we?"
"What kind of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire ripoff is this?" Jade mutters under her breath, now having stopped her struggling, and sitting dejectedly on the ground.
"Get to the chase," Seto hisses. Zorro coughs nervous, and yells up in answer, "Regis, please just start. I think our friend here is in a hurry to lose."
"Of course, sir. Well, if you two are ready . . . here are the rules. No help from the small group there on the wall—yes you. You have ten minutes to answer each riddle, and there will be nine riddles. Whoever answers the most riddles, gains passions of today's prize . . . " A screen suddenly slides down from the ceiling, and in it, sits a seemingly content Mokuba, munching away on some cookies.
"Mokuba!" Seto screams up at the screen, but the little black-haired boy pays him no mind. It seems sound can't travel through the screen. Damn it.
"He can't hear you," the speak-voice adds in a singsong voice.
"Get to the first riddle then!"
There is a long pause, and then the loud sound of someone blowing their noise. "Look, guest or not, you should have a little respect for me. I . . .I have feelings too!" Huge, hiccupping sobs are heard, and a for a few minutes, that's all they hear. "Why don't I get any respect?"
"Give me the goddamn riddle, you crap speak-voice or I'm going to find you, and personally rip off your head! HOW'S THAT FOR RESPECT, BASTARD!"
Long, awkward pause.
"Well, when you put it that way . . . "
"NOW!"
Sniff. "Fine. Riddle number one: How many letters are there in the English alphabet?"
Seto snorts derisively. "Twenty-six. If all the riddles are like this, I don't see the problem."
"Incorrect."
"What!" Faye cries from the wall. "That's wrong—"
"Nu-uh. No answers from the side. . . " A wall suddenly slams between Seto and the rest of the group, and though their cries can be heard through the stone, no words comes through.
"What . . . What have you done to them?" Seto asks angrily, and is about to reach over and grab Zorro, and punch him viciously.
"Just stopped them from interrupting our little competition. Regis, the answer is eighteen."
"Correct! You are a genius, Zorro-kun."
"What! No there aren't!"
"Yes, there are. There are eighteen letters in the English alphabet. T, h, e, e, n, g, l, i. . . "
"Asshole."
Seven riddles later, Seto has answers five right, and Zorro has answered three correct. Even if Zorro gets this one right, Seto reasons, Mokuba is still his.
"Well this riddles counts for fifteen points, so whoever gets this is the winner—"
"WHAT! But that's ridiculious! You should have just told us this from the beginning!"
"Okay, Riddle Eight: A woman has seven children, and half of them are boys. How is that possible?"
Zorro laughs. "Oh, Regis, what an easy question! All the children are boys."
"You know, what? Fuck this!" Seto takes something out of this boxers and throws it at Zorro. Then he rushes to the nearest corner to try and protect himself. Oddly, he falls through the wall—which turns out just to be a heavy curtain. Behind the curtain is a large corridor, which he follows quickly. Behind him he hears a large explosion, which is like music to his newly damaged ears.
A few minutes along the corridor, he crashes into someone. "Seto-chan?" Katsuya asks, sounding dubious. "That's you, right?"
"We . . . we have to find Mokuba!" He voice sounds weak and desperate, even to his own ears, and he hates this feeling more than anything. He's strong, he's almost a goddamn genius. He is the farthest there is from weak, and he shouldn't ever give people reason to think he is.
"Well, it's your lucky day, Seto-chan. Guess who we found in the kitchen? He refused to share any ice cream so we tied him up with some robe we found the in the torture chamber—"
"There was a torture chamber!"
"Pft, yeah."
There is a long awkward silence, then. How had they gotten here? A witch had switched their bodies for some obscure reason, and when they went to her to ask for her to return them to normal, they had been interrupted by Faye calling to tell them she had kidnapped Seto's 'lover.' When they had gone to meet her, they had gotten knocked out by Sanouke's giant dildo, and then taken to her apartment, where Honda, Yuugi, Anzu and Ryou had been called and updated on their . . . little problem.
And then Mokuba had been kidnapped by Zorro, and they had come to rescue him.
How the hell had they swerved so far from the plot? Enough was enough.
"Let's go home, Katsu-chan," Seto says, taking his pale hand.
"Agreed."
Dun, dun, dun. One chapter left. OH EM GEE ELL DOUBLE-YOU!