Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention aka A Complete
Fucking Cosmic Joke That Isn’t At All Funny

Author: Serenity Miral

Rated: PG-13 – R

Pairing: Seto/Yami

Summary: Yami reacts to class=SpellE>Seto’s non-reaction, Jounouchi
has problems controlling himself and Bakura is still
laughing it up.

Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I’ll just settle for writing
perverted fanfiction.

Chapter Three

Yami’s Point of View

If Jounouchi does not stop staring
at my breasts I will be forced to send him to the Shadow Realm and have his
beloved Red Eyes Black Dragon eat him. I gave him my patented King of Games
glare and he backed off. I sat on the
counter of the Game Shop with Yuugi while class=SpellE>Jounouchi blatantly stared at my chest. And here I thought
he was gay. Sigh. Today has not been good. It didn’t start off well and I have
a feeling that it will not end well.

When I woke up, I found that the bed was empty and cold. Not
good. I usually wake up before Seto and always wake
up in his arms. I checked the bathroom to find that he had already taken a
shower and dressed. I went downstairs to the kitchen where Mokuba,
(Gods, its Saturday! Sleep in like a normal kid!) informed me that class=SpellE>Seto had left for work. Swell. I trudged back upstairs to
take a shower. That in itself shouldn’t be a problem, right? Wrong! Wrong! I
had no idea how to wash certain… areas, not to mention the completely different
sensations!

After I was satisfied that I had cleaned those ‘certain
areas’ correctly, I dried myself off and went in search of finding the perfect
outfit for the day. Let’s see, leather, leather, more leather and … oh look
more leather! I settled for a pair of black leather pants and a silk shirt.
Since I have never worn underclothing before, I didn’t think I would have a
problem. Wrong again! Not only were my pants too tight ( as if they weren’t
before) there was a decidedly most uncomfortable friction in the crotch area.
To make matters worse, the shirt I wanted to wear did not want to button
correctly. I ripped it off and tried on several other shirts only to encounter the
same problem. I decided to screw it all and just walk around in a tank top.
Sure it was tight as all hell but at least it covered me.

After I had solved my clothing problem, I sat at my vanity
and proceeded to apply my kohl to my eyes. I tried very hard to simply
concentrate on my eyes but after a while, I gave in and allowed myself to truly
look at my new form. I looked for a good ten minutes. I tried to tell myself
that I still looked the same. My eyes had not changed, my skin color and
texture had not changed, it was still soft and smooth as ever, even my height
did not change. But I was hiding in denial. I was a woman now. I ran my fingers
through my hair, my now long and luxurious hair, and steeled myself.

“I am Yami, Former Pharaoh of Egypt,
King of Games and aibou to Yuugi
Mutou, fiancée to Seto class=SpellE>Kaiba. I am still me!”

Satisfied with my little pep talk, I grabbed my Millennium
Puzzle and walked out of the room, feeling much more confident. I grabbed my
wallet and took off towards the garage, where my Engagement Gift from class=SpellE>Seto sat, waiting to be driven.

“Hello my darling,” I called as I pressed the remote starter
button. The engine on my Aston Martin V-12 Vanquish purred in greeting. I
opened the door and climbed into the cabin, inhaling the sweet new car smell of
the leather.

Oh yeah, I’m still a man.

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