Chapter Three: Virtual Reality Ahoy!

OMG I haven't updated for like…an eternity. I had too much schoolwork to concentrate on writing, so forgive me…but I'm not dead, I'm back…

"Harajuku girls you got the wicked style, I like the way that you are. I am your biggest fan!"

Seto groggily opened his eyes, distracted by where the rather annoying lyrics had come from. (No offense Gwen Stefani, but I'm assuming that Seto Kaiba doesn't like you…) He vaguely recalled the melody of the song from that time Noah had snuck into his office and inserted the Gwen Stefani CD into his newly purchased $2,000 MP4 player. (Hey MP4 does exist…I just don't know what it is…)

Where was that annoying song emitting from? He couldn't see any traces of even a speaker.

Speaking of which, where was that twerp, Noah?

"Noah?" Seto called out, sitting up. He took in his new surroundings. He appeared to be in the middle of some glade surrounded by acres of green forest. The horizon line had been concealed from sight, for all he knew, these forests could stretch on for miles.

"I don't remember this part of the virtual world…" Seto muttered, peering into the thick canopies of plants in search for that familiar mop of aqua hair.

"OH MY GOD! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" That had definitely been a distinct clue about where Noah had been.

As much as Seto enjoyed the aspect of his step-brother suffering, he still rushed towards the pinpoint of he sound.

"Hang on Noah, I'm coming---on my GOD!"

Seto's jaws dropped about 5 feet. He gaped at the sight that he was presented with. Noah was bound by the arms and legs and hung up-side-down on a rather sagging branch. His face appeared to be completely red due to the blood rushing into his head, and a simmering pot of boiling weenies bubbled away noisily at the bottom of the tree.

But that was not the most disturbing part of the scene. A group of Chibified versions of Seto's precious Blue Eyes White Dragons pranced around the pot of weenies gaily, chanting a squeaky, high-pitched melody of "Harajuku Girls".

"What the f—?" Seto glared down at the Chibified BEWDs, clearly not too pleased with the sight.

"Uh…a little help here would be appreciated!" Noah hollered.

After a few minutes the aqua-haired teenager was safely standing on flat ground, cursing and kicking at the dancing dragons that had held him hostage. "You freaking overly-exaggerated albino lizards!" He kicked at a nearby BEWD who suckled on his shoes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" A voice warned.

"Hi! It's me…Meteora! You have already had a sneak-peek of your first challenge---babysitting BEWDs!"

Seto's eye twitched. Noah screamed as one of the "overly-exaggerated albino lizards" sank its fangs into his hand.

"Hey I thought this was going to involve some manly challenges, not a bunch of silly feminine things!" Noah complained, suckling at his wounded hand.

"Well too bad… you know, soft and mushy things like these are what truly makes a man superior…yada blada gah…" Seto could mentally see Meteora rolling her eyes. "So good luck and whoever makes their BEWDs the happiest wins! Cheers!"

"So…I guess we should start…"Seto sceptically eyed Noah, who was rather busy trying to fling off all the BEWDs that clung to him.

After a While…

"Mommy! Yay!" Screeched a particularly chubby BEWD, clinging to Seto's leg.

"I am truly traumatized by this experience…" Seto muttered. He glanced over at Noah, who was pampering his litter of BEWDs with baby powder and pink bowties.

"Okay, Coco's done…so you're next, Poobah." He reached for another squeaking dragon and placed it on his lap. "Don't worry, you'll be nice and clean soon!"

Unlike Noah's litter of dragons, Seto's was a rather miserable sop of screaming, crying, and clinging talking draconians.

"Wahhh! I want bottle!"

"Squeak! I need to poopie!"

"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

"Sing them a lullaby, dammit!" Meteora screamed angrily from a hidden speaker somewhere.

"No way, you know that I don't sing!" Seto crossed his arms across his chest. "I am not giving up my male pride for this silly challenge!"

"Well then I guess Noah is truly superior---"

"Okay, okay! I'll sing!" Seto panicked, rummaging his genius mind for a song. "Uhhh…can I sing---"

"Nope, Chester Bennington would hate you for degrading his songs! No Linkin Park!"

"How's about---"

"No Green Day either…"

"Uh…"

"You can't sing 'me no stupid, me no dumb. Me stick finger up my bum!'"

"Well then what can I sing?"

"Oh…I dunno, how's about…"

After a while…again…

"Look at your watch now, you're still a super hot female!" Seto waved his bum madly, winking and making flirtatious gestures. He wore a platinum-blonde wig atop his brunette hair and loads of lipstick was smothered over his lips.

Since he was drugged by loads of candy, Meteora doubted that he would complain.

"Take a chance you stupid ho!" Seto screamed out in a high-pitched feminine voice so unlike his usual vocals.

Sitting in front of his was Noah and the BEWDs, laughing their heads off, their faces full of tears.

"I guess you were right, Meteora. A man will go into extremes for his pride." Noah sighed, trying to cease his laughter.

"Yay! Mommy!" One of Seto's BEWDs cheered on.

I'll apologize for the rather short chapter, but I'm really tired so I have to go get meself some crack---I meant candy…

Sorry, Seto, I guess I bashed you a lot in this chapter…but Noah's turn will come soon :)