Seto Kaiba woke up sleepy, content, and ready to make some money. It was a fine summer day, and he felt nothing could go wrong. But that all changed. Very quickly too, as a matter of fact.
'Good morning, Yugi! How did you sleep?'
Bolting upright, he looked around in confusion at where the voice had come from, and found that he was not in his room. The place was very childishly decorated, with small boxes that used to contain model kits strewn on the floor.
"Who is it? Who's there!" he demanded, then grabbed his throat. "Wha-what's wrong with my voice!"
'Yugi, what's the matter?' said the voice again.
"Ahhh!" Kaiba screamed, and grabbed at his pajamas. "These...these aren't mine!"
He touched his head, and was met with several jagged strands of gold.
"OH MY GODDDDD!" he screamed again, and looked around frantically for a mirror. When he caught his reflection, he just about fainted from shock.
The face looking back at him was none other than...Yugi Moto's.
"I'm going crazy, I'm going insane," he started muttering to himself. "I'm not Yugi! This is all some bad dream, that's right. I just have to wake up, and it will all go away, just like that!"
'Yugi, are you okay?' said the voice again.
"And that voice! You're not real! This is all just a dream!" said Kaiba, pulling back his sleeve and reaching for a large patch of bare skin. "I'm going to wake up now, and you can't stop me!"
But to his horror and dismay, no matter how hard he pinched himself, he did not wake up.
'Yugi, what's wrong with you?' said the voice, this time more urgently. 'You aren't being yourself!'
"MARIK, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
The loud yell of an old man coming from downstairs echoed in the room for a few awkward moments. Then, the sound of footsteps came frantically pounding up to Yugi's room.
The door slammed open, and Solomon Moto stood there, panting and out of breath, his eyes staring straight at Kaiba.
"Pharaoh! Are you unnaffected?" he said, going over to Kaiba, a crazy look in his eye.
"Pharaoh?" said Kaiba confusedly, before realizing something. "Wait a second, you aren't Yugi's grandpa, are you?"
"No, I'm not," said Solomon (or whoever was inhabiting his body). "And obviously, you are not Yugi. Who are you?"
"Kaiba," said Kaiba. "Seto Kaiba."
"Oh dear god," said Solomon. "Ra help me; I'm in a huge load of trouble..."
"Wait a second, just what in the world is going on?" Kaiba demanded.
"You probably remember me as Ishizu," said Solomon. "But right now, I'm in the body of this...old man..."
"Ishizu?" said Kaiba skeptically. "I don't believe you."
"You should, Kaiba," said Solomon/Ishizu. "How else would you explain being in this body?"
'She's right, you know,' said the voice.
"ARGHH!" Kaiba cried. "Get out of my head! Now!"
'Only trying to help,' said the voice. 'May I have control?'
"No, you may not!" said Kaiba annoyedly. "I have no idea who you are, but GET OUT OF MY HEAD, NOWWW!"
"Listen, Kaiba," said Solomon/Ishizu, seemingly unaware of Kaiba's little outburst. "Do you know the phone number of your personal desk?"
"Yeah..." said Kaiba.
"Try giving a call to your office; we'll see who's where and what's going on. We really need to regroup and see what's going on."
"Ah, so you're going to see who's impersonating me?"
"Not exactly, but I guess you could think of it like that."
"I'd hate to say it, but it's not a half-bad idea," said Kaiba, a wry smile crossing his face. "I guess we could give it a try,"
-
"Hello, is Kaiba-sama there?" said Kaiba, trying hard to sound cheerful and more like Yugi. "This is Yugi Moto; it's very urgent."
"Yes, he is, but I'm afraid he's not feeling himself this morning. He's locked himself in his room," said the man on the other line. "Shall I leave a message for him, Moto-san?"
"Try to get him on the phone, please," said Kaiba, trying to be polite and sound as much like Yugi as possible. "I'm sure he'll answer it for me."
"Yes, sir," said the man, and a with a small click, the line was switched.
"H-hello?" said the voice of Kaiba on the other line. "Yugi, is that you?"
"No, it isn't," said Kaiba, reverting to his cold, serious way of speech. "This is the real Kaiba speaking. Who are you?"
"Yugi...?" said Kaiba's voice.
"I SAID I'M NOT YUGI!" said Kaiba, and soon found himself shoved off the phone by Solomon/Ishizu.
"Whoever you are, I'm here to tell you that there's been a terrible mishap. I know you aren't Kaiba, but you are inhabiting his body. We need to figure out what happened, so please tell me who you are."
"Oh my god...so I'm not crazy," said the voice. "This is Tea, Tea Gardner."
"Gardner?" said Kaiba, who had put the conversation on speakerphone. "You mean that wimpy chick who hung out with Yugi all the time?"
The voice in his head growled at him, as did his voice on the other line.
"Kaiba, shut up."
"Please, continue, dear. What happened this morning?" said Solomon/Ishizu.
"Well...I just woke up and I was like this!" Kaiba/Tea replied. "What happened?"
"I'm not quite sure, dear. In the meantime, we need to make a stop where you are and have a meeting."
"What about Mokuba!" Kaiba suddenly burst. "Is he all right?"
"Whoever he is," said Kaiba/Tea. "He's still in his room, sawing logs"
Kaiba cursed under his breath.
"Well, if he wakes up, try and find out who he is, all right?" said Solomon/Ishizu.
"Okay," said Kaiba/Tea. "I'll make sure you guys can get in. See you later."
The line clicked and the dial tone was heard.
"So...who's driving?" Kaiba said bitterly.
-
Reaching the gates of the Kaiba Corporation headquarters, (after Yugi/Kaiba got the hang of driving with such short legs), Yugi/Kaiba and Solomon/Ishizu were greeted warmly by the Suits and taken to Kaiba's room.
Kaiba/Tea was sitting on the bed, anxiously looking out the window, brown hair scraggly and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with a Blue-Eyes White Dragon print on them. Yugi/Kaiba blushed, seeing himself so unkempt.
"Oh! Thank god you're here!" said Kaiba/Tea, running across the room to them, then laughing, seeing Yugi/Kaiba scowling hard, his face bright red.
"Enough laughter, Tea." said Solomon/Ishizu firmly. "Did you check Mokuba's room?"
"No, I couldn't find it..." Kaiba/Tea admitted sheepishly. "Yugi, I mean, Kaiba, you wanna do it?"
"I suppose," said Kaiba, and turned to the hallway in the direction of Mokuba's room. Opening the door, the brightly painted child's room seemed a stark contrast to the sleek refinery of Kaiba's room. Yugi/Kaiba quietly tiptoed across the room to the bed, where Mokuba was sleeping. Solomon/Ishizu and Kaiba/Tea watched silently.
"Little brother? Little brother..?" he said softly, in a tone full of compassion never heard before in someone like Kaiba. "It's time to get up, sleepy-head!"
Mokuba's eyes slowly opened. "Mmmm...breakfast already?" he said, a thick New-Yorker-style accent in his voice. "Wha? Yuge? What are you doin' here? We weren't at a sleepova!"
"Wheeler?" said Yugi/Kaiba, shocked.
"Hey...you never call me 'Wheeler', Yuge," said Mokuba, sitting up. "And since when were we the same height?"
"Joey? Is that you?" said Kaiba/Tea.
"Kaiba? Solomon?" said Mokuba/Joey. "What the heck is going on here?"
"We have a lot of explaining to do..." said Solomon/Ishizu, holding his head in his hand.