Sometimes having both Yugi and Atem as commanding officers could be such a pain in the ass.

Not that there was anything remotely objectionable about the duo. No, Yugi was always kind and willing to lend an ear with the stress got a bit too much and Atem was always full of patient wisdom. It was just that, sometimes, their missions were overly convoluted and very poorly planned out.

"Aw, crap," Judai hissed as he tripped over the canary yellow hem of his bridesmaid dress. "How in the twelve dimensions is this a good idea? I mean, I get that we're infiltrating a wedding party, but seriously!"

"Hold still, Judai," Yusei admonished as he tried to put the finishing touches on Judai's long brown wig but the agent kept moving around. Yusei bore his own gown with a quiet sort of dignity.

His dress was in cerulean blue and had heavily modified sleeves to hide the muscles in his arms. His hair had somehow been tamed enough to lay flat on his head and a small fortune in foundation and powder had been spent on covering his criminal tattoos. "You just need to take smaller steps. Like Yuya over there."

Both pairs of eyes swiveled over to where Yuya glided across the floor in graceful strides like a prima ballerina and then did a little twirl which made his poofy dress fan out like a sunflower.

"Tada!" Yuya announced as he sketched a little bow to a mostly invisible audience. Astral clapped politely, looking perfectly blank and maybe a bit too at ease in his overly frilly skirts. He was the only one who did, but Yuya beamed at him anyway.

His brother Yuto, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as enthusiastic. The dark-haired boy sat on a bench with his back ramrod straight and his hands neatly folded in his lap as if he were reluctant to even breathe wrong else he ended up like Yugo who had been taken off the mission when he broke an ankle, trying to walk in stilettos.

"Yuya, please," Yuto said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His hand reached up to fiddle with the ridiculous bow they had stuck in his hair to make him look a bit more... Feminine. It didn't work.

A hand smacked his away from his hair as a mock-affronted voice, "Don't ruin my hard work, Yuto." Yuto sighed loudly and proceeded to pretend he couldn't see the speaker's glittering magenta eyes.

"Yuri," he said with a long suffering sigh. "We are both well aware that it looks ridiculous."

"Oh, please," Yuri drawled with a dismissive wave, crossing his ankles delicately. He, on the other hand, looked resplendent in a fluttery pink number that went quite nicely with his highlights. "Like you are even remotely qualified to opine on what is fashionable or not, brother of mine."

Yuto only responded with a stony stare, far too used to the other's shenanigans.

But Yuri continued on, undeterred. "Your wardrobe is entirely too drab and you have such an unfortunate fondness for ties."

Yuto shrugged briefly like he couldn't be bothered to defend his clothing choices. "If you're looking for a fight, you're talking to the wrong twin," he remarked dryly.

"Oh, don't get me started on him," the fuchsia-haired brother groused, clenching his teeth like he had a personal grudge. "That motorcycle-obsessed idiot still matches his primaries!"

"Who are you calling an idiot?!" an indignant voice shouted across the room. They turned to see Yugo stalking angrily towards them, but the effect was somewhat marred by the giant cast on his leg and the fact that he was leaning heavily on a set of crutches.

"Yugo," Yuto said with a frown. "You're supposed to be resting." Yugo opened his mouth to retort but ended up yelping when a wobbly Yuma with windmilling arms crashed into him, sending them both flying.

It was just poor timing that Atem and Yugi had just chosen to enter the room and Yugo's crutches ended up nailing Atem right in the face.

Everyone froze in their respective positions as their esteemed leader slowly picked himself up.

Judai tried. He really did. But he couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up in his throat and made his shoulders shake at the sight of Atem with princess curls and an angry red mark on his forehead. His laughter unfortunately set the rest of his team off and Yuma, Yuya, and Yugo and everyone else who lacked self-preservation instincts went into hysterics.

"Your… Your codename should be goldilocks," Yuma laughed, beating his fists on Yugo's chest and Yugo started tearing up from laughing too hard and also from the pain of Yuma lying on top of his cast.

Yuri hummed consideringly and said, "I don't think lilac is quite your color."

The rest of Atem's face colored to match his bruise as he reached into the high slit cut in his dress to grab his pistol with a deliberate slowness.

Yusei took his cue and stepped back, pulling Astral and Yuto along with him. They were good kids, he reasoned. And it was too late for the others.

Behind him, Judai shrieked as Atem started to fire at his feet.

Yugi looked at the flailing chaos in the room and buried his face in his hands. He should have known giving them full range with the disguises and leaving them to their own devices for a whole thirty minutes was a bad idea.

The replacement dresses and makeup ended up coming out of their next three pay cheques.