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[Thread] [Shampoo and Kaiba Seto]

Who: Kaiba Seto (

inexorabilis) and Shampoo (

amazonianism)
What: More in the chronicles of Shampoo versus Other People's Showers. This time, she takes it up with Kaiba.
When: Sometime prior to her getting an actual room.
Where: Kaiba's room.
Rating: R for technical nudity and language. ~~And catfights.~~

Another long, distracting, largely unproductive night had passed, and Shampoo felt positively under the weather. There was no seeming way home, there was no red haired Ranma, and there was still no room for simply her.

There was, however, an unlocked door, an empty room, and a very irate Shampoo. Actually, it was better for whoever's room this actually was to not be present at the moment - she wasn't feeling inclined to being forgiving if someone decided not to share as Shampoo felt was appropriate. Which, consequentially, was no one.

She took the time to neatly fold her dress before stepping into the shower, glad to be able to take a moment for herself. Well, technically, all these moments were hers, only she rarely stopped thinking long enough to appreciate the fact she was breathing and in good health. In fact, she didn't allow herself to think of anything outside of breathing as she let the water sluice over her face and down her shoulders, breathing in the stream of water as naturally as rain. It was early morning, a time in which either fokls were waking and beginning their days for no known reason, or when they were cursing, sweating, or dreaming. Shampoo currently belonged to the category of those who hadn't slept, and was slowly being lulled into a sense of complacency just standing where she was now.

Shampoo wondered how bad it would be just to fall asleep where she was right now.

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Shampoo was taken from her zen-zone. Shampoo was most displeased by the disruption, looking none too impressed at Kaiba, and especially the particulars of his less than smiling face. She didn't care if this person was displeased - really, she wasn't stealing anything. She was only invading his personal space unannounced and without permission.

Her eyes flashed, and she felt one eyebrow come up into the curious arc which defined speculative though on another's mental capacity. "Is no obvious?" She had a bar of soap in one hand, which, she would gladly point out in blunt terms, she'd brought with her (she didn't want to smell as anything that was not Shampoo-like, and by that, she meant herself and not a product) and she was under the impression, from first glance, this man smelt like tanned cow.

Her free hand resting on her hip, water breaking over her shoulders, Shampoo not so patiently awaited for the man to state the obvious and get over it. (Possibly with the help of a bridge.)

Shampoo sighed, thought the impression she gave off was more of a proud jaguar sighing as she moved down the branches of the great acacia tree where she had been enjoying a leisurely meal of your mother before you bothered her about moving to the next tree over because you were trying to nap in the shade of this one.

Or else it was just a small sigh and Shampoo was narrowing her eyes in assessment and calculation as she said, "Ten minute."

For in fact, she did have no apartment. She also had no restroom. She also used to have a better track record of sneaking around others apartments for personal convenience, but Paradisa knew that had gone to shit recently.

At least Kaiba yelled less. And he knew she had no apartment. Which made him one of a handful of likely candidates. She looked him over while she considered. Not him... nor him... He was rather curt, but Shampoo didn't feel this was a bad quality. He simply cut to the chase of what he wanted. Unfortunately for him, "Kaiba Seto," this was not also what Shampoo wanted. Considering what she wanted was tantamount, and that this man had already admitted to less martial arts training than, say, her pinky finger, when she was three, the likelihood of him successfully forcing her to do anything was astoundingly low. (Her pinky finger had, incidentally, defeated Mousse once, but that was mostly his own fault.)

The problem was rather with a certain, glaring weakness Shampoo had been incapable of remembering. Granted, even after experiencing the side effects, she wouldn't be able to pin down the exact cause. In fact, as a startled yowl filled the bathroom when an Amazonian Warrior Princess would have otherwise stared unflinchingly at her aggressor until she was clean (what was cold to someone trained in the depths of cold to fight the good fight, or even the negligibly okay ones?), events turned largely in Kaiba's favor... and because his trick had done something no prepubescent would ever have done - pending they didn't dream of transforming into petite, Siamese marked felines.

Granted, most the world would be okay had said feline been anthropomorphic, and possessed overlarge breasts and a kinky tail, but Shampoo had turned into the real deal.

The real deal which catapulted herself off the shower floor and into Kaiba's chest, where she proceeded to hiss and attempted to either bite Kaiba's nose, or giving him an aggressive, fanged gnome kiss.

...

There really was no contesting what it was.

Tape. Box. Claws.

To say Shampoo was unphazed would be saying a squirrel run over by a steamroller was perfectly alright. A whole slew of things had just happened, and they didn't make a great deal of sense to her. About the only concrete reality Shampoo could wrap her mind around, other than that of the box and her own damp fur, was that she had been throughly, and soundly defeated.

And she'd been able to deliver her part of the pact, though, she reflected, she would have to do so much more firmly once he turned her back into her rightful form.

The idea of being engaged to a magician was certainly an interesting one. One which, Shampoo decided, didn't say much on his skills as a warrior or a taper, as one shredded shoe box later proved. Shampoo would simply have to teach him otherwise.

Especially, she thought, concerning how much he let his guard down while he slept. Certainly Shampoo appreciated it, and he seemed to have a little breathing problem considering he was snoring at the moment, but she could forgive him that. Curling up by his side, Shampoo stuck her nose against Kaiba's neck and breathed in deeply.

Well, what did she know. He didn't smell like Tanned Cow afterall. He smelt like fiancee.

Which Shampoo found utterly charming, and expressed so by extending one paw and spreading her toes while watching him through half-lidded eyes and purring like the motor of a well oiled machine. More comforting, in fact, if the astounding cute factor of a small feline reaching out with what the romantic would call love or something like it toward the still groggy man-boy was lost on said man-boy.

Shampoo ended the motion, purring still as she tucked the other paw underneath herself and watched Kaiba with something approaching bemused understanding.

Besides, her nose hadn't been that cold. And he'd only mumbled a few unrecognizable phrases in his sleep. And snored. All which Shampoo found darling, and really, she wished he'd drop back to sleep, because it was more fun to watch people let down the guards than slam them into place.

Oh well~ Shampoo knew there were always things to encourage each other to work on, and this could merely go on her long list of what should be brought up over time.

Once she was human again. "Mrowrrrr~"

Had a journal been convenient, the words written would have gone something along the lines of, "Hello, Kaiba-honey."

For Kaiba's sanity, it was probably better that no journal be around the area.

Shampoo was perfectly content watching him move around the room, largely because from her perch on the bed there wasn't a damn place he could move where she couldn't see him. She was purring, and stopped whenever she consciously realized she was purring, because frankly... she was trying to ignore the entire problem of being feline for the moment.

However, she could no longer do so when she stood, and made her way across the broad expanse of the mattress. Was this the sort of stuff she missed out on in having no room of her own? Shampoo couldn't bring herself to care. By now, anything separate (in her mind) was purely a matter of form, and not function.

She sat now, perched on the foot of the bed, purring whenever Kaiba walked by, and noting that he could stand to use a bit more flexibility training when he stretched. Really, he could probably be an excellent runner, what, with those legs of his. Shampoo found herself feeling almost unnaturally compelled to clean her face at the thought, and refrained in favor of twitching her tail and moving her head so the little bells attached made a soft jingling sound.

By now, she was nicely fluffy, though she sported a cowlick on her head she was both unaware of and unwilling to fix. (Kaiba had given it to her right before waking up. The odd joys of the young!)

When he moved toward the door, she leapt down and came over, mrowling in the back of her throat. Mokuba may have had ideas concerning breakfast. Shampoo had her own; and "luckily" for Kaiba, that including him now as well.

And Shampoo could contemplate the fact she had no where near enough body fat to make this last for long. The small feline curled in on herself, tucking her nose firmly under her tail and cuddling with a head of lettuce.

Really, seems like she was going to have to give her affianced a few lessons of his own. ~~Once she got back to being human.~~

A little assisted system purging would be an excellent starting point. And luck be a kitty tonight, for Shampoo knew just the thing to set Kaiba right...

Shampoo appreciated the return because, "Death Via Refrigerator" was a new and unique way in which she didn't want to die. As far as Amazonian deaths go, this was not even rankable. Unless one counted it as freezing. In which case suicide was preferable.

She didn't particularly care or notice that it was he who had taken her out again - she'd mewled in delayed protest once she had a working voice again and appreciated the offered warmth visibly. Shampoo was little more than a little purring chester-burrower in Kaiba's arms, which had something to do with the fact once she could smell again she recognized his scent, and partially due to the fact that she enjoyed the attention and the motion of hand over fur was bringing her mind back into a working function other than, "Must stay warm at all costs."

Of course, for both the beenfit and ill of Kaiba, her mind circled back to him. In one of the passes hear her head, she managed to snag his hand long enough to butt with her nose and lick once or twice - she was really sorry that he'd lived such a crappy life, probably filled with fast food and inadequate physical exercise, that her purging methods were probably unavoidable.

Of course, being a feline, she couldn't say any of these things; but she could start to act upon them. First, for ease of waking, she could try that particular little gem... but maybe he more needed a full system purge with canola oil.

Shampoo, still purring, thought the latter option was best tried after she could lay human hands on Kaiba's skull. She would show this magician she had magic in her fingers yet - and besides, he owed her for the refrigerator incident.

Shampoo landed quite primly on her feet, sitting down and taking time to clean a bit of him off her fur. No, she hadn't accepted her current catty form entirely. Quite likely she was operating on an underlying set of automatic actions, such as those which had made her landing just that graceful. On four legs, a human would have trouble; trouble Shampoo simply wasn't suffering from.

Though once she realized she was licking herself and yes, that was her fur in her mouth, she stopped and coughed very politely.

Before sitting by the door of the castle, scratching a few times, becoming very annoyed, and scaling the walls.

Yes, had anyone seen a little ball of fur scaling the castle walls that morning, they would have been very confused. Not quite as confused as, say, they would have been had Kaiba announced he was engaged to said cat.

Or the woman. Though they might believe the cat more easily, if the had was standing to inherit a rather large fortune... maybe.

As for now, Shampoo sat on the outer wall of the castle and started planning, which was a bad, bad thing.

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