Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Freak of Nature Documentary ❯ Fashion Guru ( Chapter 6 )

Mokuba looked up as Seto slid into the limo, after instructing their driver on where to go. "Wow, you look great!"

"You think?" Seto regarded his outfit. A black T-shirt, with white letters on the front that said, 'If I throw a stick, will you leave?', and a pair of straight-leg blue jeans.

"_Much_ better than suits." Mokuba informed him, nodding knowingly.

"Well, maybe I'll have to wear this sort of thing more often, then. Maybe." He leaned back against the seat.

It wasn't long before they pulled up in front of the mall, and Seto stepped out. "We'll call you when we're ready." He informed the man, who nodded, tipped his cap respectfully, and drove off.

"So, what did you want to do first?"

"Well, first I wanna go to the electronics shop, cause there's this great new game out, and then I gotta get a new pair of shoes, since mine're pretty worn out now, and then...." Mokuba was more than happy to fill in the details of what their shopping trip would entail.

"Slow down, and don't forget to breathe."

Mokuba stopped to giggle, obediently taking a deep breath. "I woooon't...."

"If you say so. Now, come on." He led the way, easily parting a path for both of them through the crowds that thronged the halls.

Mokuba ran to the shelves once they were inside, looking around. "Where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"That game I wanted to buy! It looked really cool...."

"Is this it?" Seto lifted a plastic-wrapped box off the shelf marked New Releases. A KaibaCorp box, incidentally.

"Yeah!"

"Well, can you stand to wait a few hours for it? I could get you this for free, after all..." Seto suggested.

"Noooo...." Mokuba staggered around dramatically, to the effect of showing just how impossible it was for him to wait.

"Yes, you can." Seto smiled a little at the act. "And enough with the histrionics, kid, or I'll sell you to Broadway."

"No you wouldn't." Mokuba protested, but followed him anyway.

"Oh, yes I would."

"Nope!"

"And just why not, smart guy?" Seto prompted.

"Cause you'd be lonely without me." Mokuba stuck his tongue out. "And you'd miss me, and you'd buy me back before I'd been gone for a whole week."

"Well, I'm afraid that you're sadly mistaken." Seto folded his arms, chin rising a bit imperiously.

"I am?" Mokuba tilted his head.

"You sure are! As a matter of fact, I'd buy you back in two or three days. A whole week? Pshaw! You must think I'm an old stick-in-the-mud, don't you?" Seto ruffled his younger brother's long black hair affectionately.

Mokuba grinned. "I told you so."

"Yeah, so what if you did?"

"So I'm right!"

"Sure...." They'd walked into the clothing store by that time. Seeing the section that he wanted, Mokuba disappeared into it to select some things from the racks.

"This isn't the shoe department...." Seto followed after, curious to see what was going on. By the time he managed to find the boy, Mokuba had slipped into a fitting area. After checking several stalls, he found his younger brother. "What are you up to now?" He asked, eyeing the pile of clothing on what passed as a chair.

Mokuba picked up a pair of folded items, a tie-dyed T-shirt and denim bellbottoms. "Don't these look cool?"

"They're.... interesting, but aren't they a little big for you?"

"Aaaaw...."

"We can see if they have them in your size." Seto offered placatingly, raising an eyebrow. What was this new fashion Mokuba had picked up, flower child? He could see a bit of black material peeping out of the pile, with a rhinestone or two on it. And.... was that leather in there that he saw?

"Well.... could I see you in it first, then? Cause I know they all look different....."

"Alright, alright...." Seto closed the door resignedly, pulling off his clothing and folding them neatly, before attiring himself in the proffered items. Odd, these were both exactly his size.... He looked into the mirror. 0_o;; He looked.... well, frankly, all he needed now was a headband, long hair, and rose tinted glasses. This was scary.... "Okay, Mokuba, you can come in now." Hopefully the poor kid wouldn't have a heart attack.... or die laughing....

Mokuba pushed the door open, and burst into a fit of giggles. "You look great! Now, try all the other things on!"

"What?!" Seto started, seeing Mokuba snatch up his original clothes. He made a grab for them, but Mokuba scurried out, leaning against the shut door. "Try the others on first, Seto! Or do you want people to see you as a hippie?" He giggled, putting the clothes safely on a chair in his line of sight, and pulling something out of his pocket. His secret weapon: a Weekender camera! Mokuba eagerly pressed it up to the crack around the door, glad that the room was bright enough to not need a flash.

"Mokuba! You give those back!" Seto called through the door, unaware that he'd just been photographed.

"Not until after I see you in the rest of those outfits!"

"You little sneak!" Seto complained. There being no way to get around it, the CEO started sorting out the rest of the pile, swallowing hard and eyes widening in shock. "This is unbelievable.... You can't expect me to _wear_ these things!"

"I sure do!" Mokuba giggled again, and sounded almost evil, to Seto's ears.

"Aaarrgh....." Seto slumped in defeat, and picked up the next outfit to try on. A tight, studded leather outfit, with a spiked collar and fingerless gloves. o_ô;;; Be afraid....

Mokuba put the camera up for another shot, smothering the laughter that was threatening to escape. He looked a little like Yugi! "Are you ready yet?" He jammed the camera back into his pocket.

"Yes....." Seto groaned, unlatching the door to display his latest ensemble to his delighted audience.

And so it went, for a good quarter of an hour. Seto put on the selected outfits, and Mokuba furtively captured the moments on film without being noticed. The choices were highly eclectic: a bunny suit (tail and ears included), a fairy princess costume, a ballerina outfit (complete with tights, neon pink tutu, and shoes), a nurse outfit (with a skirt that was barely decent, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels), and an Arabian belly dancer costume (along with veils, bell bracelets, and translucent scarves). Trust Mokuba to find the WORST selections from the costume section of the store....

"Can I PLEASE have my NORMAL clothing back, now?" Seto asked, his weary mumble muffled by the door. This ordeal was really trying his patience.....

"Well.... okay." Mokuba considered it for a minute, before ever-so-graciously allowing it. He slid the T-shirt and jeans back under it, and there was a stiff rustle of veils and jingle of bells as Seto changed back. Mokuba ^_^ed, patting the camera in his pocket, now with a fully used roll of film. He'd have to stop and get it developed sometime.... But what would he use these for? He'd never blackmail his brother! Well.... maybe he could make an exception, just once.... Or maybe just for a nice entry for their photo album? Perhaps he could sneak them into a company newsletter.... Ooooh! Season's Greetings cards! They'd be just _perfect_!

"You are so going to pay for that...." Seto commented as he came out.

"You'll hafta catch me first!" Mokuba took off running.

"Oh, you're in for it...." Seto followed after him, long legs carrying him easily after his younger brother. He broke into a trot, and snagged Mokuba's shirt collar, bringing him to a halt. "Gotcha!"

"Ack!" Mokuba squirmed. "Okay, okay, what're you gonna do?"

"Hmmmm....." He gave that some thought. "Maybe I'll buy you a dress, and make you wear it on the way home...."

"Nooooo!" Mokuba struggled harder.

Seto chuckled, a dark, full sound. "Why not? You'd look lovely in a strapless, floor length, sequined one, right?"

"Would NOT!"

"Hey, YOU'RE the one who came up with the idea of dress up!"

"But...." Mokuba gave Seto the biggest, cutest puppy eyes that he could. Nobody could EVER resist the puppy eyes, not even his big brother....

"Well...." Seto was weakening; he could see it.

"Pleeeeeease?" Mokuba clasped his hands together endearingly.

"Alright...." Seto reluctantly set him down, sighing. "I'll just have to think up something else, then."

"Let's get something from the food court before we leave!" Mokuba urged, trying to smooth things over. Sweets _always_ helped, right?

The two picked an ice cream counter. Mokuba chose strawberry, while Seto got coffee, and they plunked down to eat. "That was kinda mean, back home." Mokuba remarked.

"Was it really?" Seto smiled. "He had it coming to him."

"Yeah, but still...."

"But I enjoyed it, at least. You did too, I could tell."

"Yeah." Mokuba grinned. "Hey... Seto?"

"Yes?"

"I'm getting pretty old, right?"

"Old? You?" Seto stared. "What am I then, a decrepit geezer?"

"No!" Mokuba giggled. "But I really AM getting old and mature, and you said that I DID need to learn responsibility...." He paused dramatically. "And you did say I could keep Rusty. So will I get him back?"

Seto's jaw dropped slightly, and he turned an incredulous gaze to meet Mokuba's serious, excited, hopeful one. They stayed that way for about 5 seconds, then dissolved into laughter. "Maybe on your birthday...." He gave his little brother a slow wink.

"Yeah!" Mokuba grinned. They finished their ice cream, and walked out to the limo, which was waiting for them patiently, and gave the orders to be driven back home.