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Magician Of Black Chaos: Dark Magician Girl Of Chaos does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of it's characters, Kazuki Takahashi does.

Chapter Nine

Around this time (it was about five-thirty), the Kaiba brothers were eating dinner. Kaiba had not yet told Mokuba about the bowling trip that was planned for the next day.

"Seto," Mokuba chirped. "Are you working tomorrow?"

"Nope," Seto replied, failing to stop a big smile from spreading across his face.

Mokuba looked suspicious. "Why? What's happening?"

Seto grinned even more. He put down his knife and fork. "We are going bowling!" he announced, smiling.

"Wow! Really?!" Mokuba exclaimed.

Seto smiled - a proper, genuine smile - at his brother's excitement. "Yes, really. Although someone else is coming with us."

Mokuba frowned slightly. "Who?"

"Lucky Kakimi." Mokuba noticed the slight tinge of pink on his brother's cheeks as he said her name, and there was a look in his eyes, but what that was, Mokuba couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Who's she?" He asked, curious. "Do you fancy her?"

Seto looked up suddenly. "W-W-What? N-No! I don't fancy her!"

Mokuba smiled. "So, why're you blushing?"

"I'm n-not blushing," Seto stuttered.

Mokuba just smiled. "So, who is she?"

Seto swallowed. "She's the new girl in my tutor, and we've become quite good friends." He smiled. "I think. Actually, I hope," he thought.

"Cool! So I get to meet your new friend?"

"Yeah."

"So Seto, what's she like?"

He sighed, a somewhat dreamy sigh, and then began to tell Mokuba everything he knew about Lucky Kakimi.

Saturday morning, about eight.

Ashely was up, and she was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some Shreddies, and skim-reading the paper, in her champagne-coloured pyjamas, but wearing a black kimono with a gold dragon breathing fire, surrounded by silver stars embroidered on the back, and fluffy black mules. She had her long blonde, freshly washed hair - she had a shower as soon as she woke up - in several plaits.

Ramases (her dad) came downstairs, dressed for work.

"Good morning sweetheart!" He poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down opposite her. "Ah, that's my girl reading the paper, catching up on the news. Anything interesting?"

Ashely swallowed a mouthful of Shreddies. "Nope. Well, not in my opinion, but your opinion is different to mine." She slid the paper across the kitchen table. "Here you go, your turn." She stood up and pushed the chair under the table. "I'm going to get dressed."

"I'll see you when I get home, sweetheart."

"What time do you get home?" Ashely asked, putting her bowl in the sink.

Ramases frowned. "Not until later, much later. About half five, maybe six."

"Okay, Daddy." She kissed her father's forehead. "See you later." She turned and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Ashely," Ramases called. "Wait." Ashely stopped. "Come back here."

Ashely sighed, and went and stood by the chair she had been sitting on. "Yes?"

"Sit down," her father instructed.

So, she sat. "What?" She asked.

"What are you doing today? Anything special?"

'Oh help.' Ashely thought. 'I don't want to lie to him.'

"Ashely?"

"Oh, I'm just going bowling with some friends, that's all."

"You made some friends?"

"Don't sound too surprised."

Ramases laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."

"It's okay. I have to go and get dressed, otherwise, I'll never be ready." Ashely stood up again, and this time, her Father followed suit.

"And I have to go to work." He kissed her cheek. "See you later sweetheart."

"Bye Daddy."

Ramases walked out of the kitchen, on his way to the front door, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going now Ruby." He shouted.

"Are you? Okay honey, see you later. Love you."

"Love you too." He turned to his daughter. "See you later. Have fun."

"I will. See you when you get home, if I'm home before you."

With that, Ramases left the house. Ashely waited until she heard the car drive off, then she started going back upstairs. 'Well.' She thought. 'I didn't exactly lie. I just didn't tell him the whole truth.'

Mokuba had been up since half seven, because he was so excited. He didn't get to spend much time with his elder brother, and now he was finally going to spend a whole day with him! Okay, so, he was bringing a friend, a friend who happened to be a girl, but, hey, he still got to spend time with his big brother. And, maybe, this girl, what was her name? Ah, Lucky, maybe Lucky could bring out a different side n Seto, the Seto that had disappeared when he took over KaibaCorp. Maybe Seto would get together with this Lucky, if they got along, and Seto wouldn't be lonely anymore.

Mokuba certainly hoped so.

Quarter past eight.

Seto Kaiba had just woken up. He sat up, and stretched. When he saw the display on his digital alarm clock, he panicked. He jumped out of bed, almost tripping over the duvet in the process, and headed for the bathroom.

While he was in the shower, a maid came in, made his bed, and opened the curtains. She left the room as quickly and quietly as she came in.

Seto spent an unusual amount of time in the shower. He was usually in there for about ten minutes, but today, he was in there for at least twenty.

When he had finished, he stepped out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and padded into his room.

He stood in front of his wardrobe, and flung the doors open. 'Oh, damn.' He thought. 'What am I going to wear?'

Mokuba was pacing the living room, bored. He was impatient, to say the least. That, and he really, really wanted to go already!
He looked at the time, and then more or less ran to his brother's bedroom.

Seto was now sitting on his bed in a pair of black silk boxers, just staring at the clothes in his wardrobe, thinking. 'What am I going to wear? I don't want to look like an idiot.'

Just then, Mokuba walked in the room, in his blue and turquoise striped sweater, his blue jeans, trainers and his yellow jacket. "Are you ready Seto?"

"Mokuba, we're not picking Lucky up until half past ten."

"It's ten past nine. So, what are you wearing?" He asked, looking in his brother's wardrobe. "Not another trenchcoat I hope?"

"What should I wear then, oh-great-fashion-expert?" Seto asked with a slight smile, and sarcasm in his voice.

"Very funny Seto. Wear something you feel comfortable in for your first date." Mobuka replied, with a sly grin.

"Mokuba Kaiba," Seto said, suddenly pouncing on his brother, and began to tickle him. "Repeat after me. It. Is. Not. A. Date!"

"Okay, okay, it is not a date!" Mokuba managed to get out in between giggles.

"Good." Seto said, letting his brother go. "Now that's settled, help me find something to wear, please, little brother."

Mokuba pulled himself off his brother's bed, and walked back over to the wardrobe. He began to go through it. "Bowling, so, something comfortable. Did you find our bowling balls and our bowling shoes?

"Yes, they're downstairs."

"One question, big brother."

"Go on then." Seto said, raising an eyebrow, curious.

"If it's not a date, then why are you getting so flustered about what to wear?"

Ashely was in (virtually), the exact same situation.

That is, she was having difficulty finding something decent to wear.

Ruby walked past the door, only to hear a frustrated: "Argh!"

She shook her head, and opened her daughter's bedroom door. Ashely was standing there in her pyjamas, with her fingers laced together behind her head.

"Something wrong?"

"I can't find anything to wear!" Ashely exclaimed in frustration. "Help me!"

Ruby stood in front of her daughter's wardrobe. "Bowling, so not a skirt, unless it's ankle length." She pushed some clothes aside. "What about some jeans?"

Ashely was now sitting on her bed. "I don't know. You find something." She fell backwards, so she was lying horizontally across her bed.

"Do your make-up then. Keep it natural though. Try; keeping the dragons on your nails, eye-shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss."

"What colour eye-shadow?" Ashely asked, sitting at her dressing table.

"Um, something which goes with denim. Try that silvery blue I brought you, that would be perfect." Ruby answered, still looking through the wardrobe. "What are you doing with your hair?"

"I'm leaving it down, and slightly curly. That's what the plaits are for; they make my hair curl."

"How about…" Ruby said, suddenly inspired, by the music playing. ('I Love Rock 'n' Roll', Britney Spears' version.) "A rock chick look?"

Ashely stood up, and looked at her. "Will I need to change my make-up?"

Ruby took a good look at her daughter. "No, but put some eye-liner on, and make the eye-shadow a tiny bit darker, and then you'll be fine."

"Oh, okay." Ashely followed her Mother's advice, still standing up, but bending over to use her mirror. "How about, crimping my hair, instead of curling it?" She asked.

"Yeah, that would work. I though plaits crimpled your hair anyway."

"Maybe they do. I don't know. I think my hair curls because it's wet, and not because it's in plaits."

Ruby put some clothes on Ashely's bed. "Maybe." She closed the wardrobe. "Here, have a look at these, and tell me what you think."

Ashely turned around, and leant on the back of the chair. Ruby held up the clothes she had chosen. "Yeah, I think those'll go, with my rock-chick hair and make-up." She smiled. "Good choice Mama."

Ruby smiled back. "Thanks."

"Seto!" Mokuba complained, looking at his brother's choice of clothes, while shaking his head. "You can't wear black again!"

Seto looked down at his clothes. "Why not?"

"You always wear black!" Mokuba shook his head again. "And you definitely cannot wear those trousers."

"Why not?"

Mokuba sighed. "Because!" He said, tired. "It's not a good look." He ran a hand through his raven-coloured hair. "And, they're leather!" He looked at his brother as if this last statement explained everything.

Seto frowned. "So what?"

Mokuba gave an exasperated sigh of frustration. "Guys shouldn't wear leather!"

Seto frowned. "Why not?"

"It makes them look gay!"

"What!? You're only telling me this NOW? Why?!"

Mokuba sighed again. "I DID try to say something, big brother, but you wouldn't listen to me."

"Okay, I've learnt my lesson. Listen to my little brother. Does leather look good on anyone, apart from guys of that type?"

"Leather looks good on girls."

"Right…"

"But they have to be careful with it."

"ANYONE who wears leather has to be careful with it."

"Right. Here." Mokuba handed his brother a pair of black denim jeans. "If you want to wear black, wear these. They'll make you look better, more teenager-ish."

Seto laughed, as he went into his en-suite. "What?"

"You know what I mean."

"Oh course I do." Seto replied, entering his bedroom, a few minutes later, wearing the jeans. "How's this?"

Mokuba brightened. "Better. Now let's change that jumper." He moved off the bed and looked through the wardrobe for about the fiftieth time that morning.

Seto shook his head. 'What is the world coming to?' He wondered. 'I'm taking fashion advice from my twelve year old brother.'