Seta Kaibelle?
Chapter 4: Ripped Pants
"How… What… Who…? Holy f#$ bloody hell."
This couldn't be rite. He had to be dreaming, I mean he had two- Seto quickly pinched himself, hard. Why wasn't he waking up yet? He turned on the tap and splashed some freezing cold water on his face.
"What in the hell is going on?" He yelled.
Seto rubbed his eyes for a long time before looking back into the mirror. Is this some cruel joke he thought.
Kaiba slowly walked back to his bed, sat down, and laid his head in his hands.
He thought to himself a long time before lifting his head. Slowly, he looked at himself.
His feet were smaller and more narrow. His hips were more big and round. His, well- he would skip that part for know. His waste was very small and daintyish. And his chest. His chest was… bigger. Oh, God. What was he going to do?
Knock, Knock
"Mr. Kaiba." Came a voice from behind his door. "Breakfast is served."
"I'm not hungry." He snapped back. He couldn't help but notice how high his voice was. The butler couldn't help but notice either.
"Mr. Kaiba… is that you? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just have a… ummm, cold." He said lowering his voice as much as possible.
"Should I get the doctor, Mr. Kaiba?"
"No, no, I'm fine, just leave me alone."
"Very well sir."
Kaiba went back to thinking. Nobody could know about this, not even Mokuba. How could he tell them? Hello everybody. Last night I grew boobs. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. It really did sound stupid.
He started at the sound of footsteps from down the hall.
He had to get out before anybody found him like this. But how, he couldn't just walk out into a hall that could be full of people. How would that look, a young girl coming from Seto Kaiba's room in the morning looking messed.
Wait a second. He was Seto Kaiba, a survivor, a gamer, a genius. He never lost a challenge (not including losing to YuGi), he could surpass any obstacle. Certainly he could sneak past a hallway, something a child could do, especially his own building. He knew every nook and cranny; he knew every guardsmen stationed and every security camera. Piece of cake. Or, like any other rich person, he could go out the secret passage in his room, made for emergencies.
But first, he needed to change. He walked over to his wardrobe and flung open the doors. Damn! He thought.
"All I have is designer male clothing. Well of course that's all I have, but I need something that won't attract attention. These are all worth at least $200 each. Most of them $1000. Like that won't attract attention. The only thing I could wear would be- Oh, crap."
Kaiba was looking at his school uniform. He hated the damn thing so much, and rejoiced taking it off after school. Now, it was his only hope.
Grudgingly he pulled it on. It was a tight fit. His shirt buttons were stretched to the limit, and he couldn't get the pants on. Damn hips. He thought as his pants ripped. God, he was already sounding like a girl.
"Great, just great!" He sighed tossing the ripped pants on his bed. The only thing he had now was a skin tight shirt, blue jacket, and blue boxers. He thought about wearing the boxers as shorts, as they did match the jacket, but quickly discarded the idea because of the male underwear design at the top.
"If only I had a scarf or something to put on top of these boxers, than only the bottoms would show, and it would look like shorts and a slipcover. Wait, that girl that came here yesterday, she had a scarf. And if I remember correctly, she through it on my office floor."
Seto, made his way over to the office door located in his room. He had put it in for quicker travel and emergencies.
He pulled open the door, running through, when he got to his office, he nearly ran into his own desk. He paused for a moment, catching his breath. Quickly, he scanned the room.
"There it is!" He cried.
He dashed to the main doors where the scarf rested. He picked it up, hugged it to his chest and ran back to his room.
"Thank God she left her scarf here." He felt a pang of guilt as he said this, because she only left it here because he yelled at her.
He wrapped the scarf around his hips and went to the bathroom to see his reflection.
Seto frowned as he looked down. The yellow and green scarf stood out so much against his blue jacket, and the scarf was so long it covered his boxers and looked like a skirt. Even though he didn't concern himself with fashion (his servants picked a selection for him), even he knew he looked stupid.
He took off his blue jacket so his white shirt was revealed. He gulped. The shirt was quite tight and he didn't own a braw. He still looked funny with the school shirt and tacky skirt, so he ripped off the sleeves.
"I guess it will do."
He was now wearing a mid-thigh skirt and tight white tank top. He looked… presentable.
Without wasting any more time, Seto grabbed his wallet, dashed to his bookcase and pushed it over, revealing the secret passage behind it.
Hurriedly, he went through, replacing the bookcase on his way out.