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Divine Intervention
Author: Serenity Miral
Rating: PG-13 – R
Pairing: Seto/Yami
Spoilers: Little tiny one about the Doom Saga.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it and I owe J.K. Rowling an
apology. (It’s not like she’s going to read this anyway)
Chapter Five
It was only 12:30
and Yami had already had as much of the day has he could take. He sat on
Yuugi’s couch pouting, still furious at Bakura for his little “gift”, and Jounouchi
for his lack of self control. What the hell had he seen in him anyway?
“What kind of friend
masturbates over another friends’ dilemma?” he asked himself.
“The kind of friend who is sexually frustrated and
confused,” replied Yuugi. He had come from the Game Shop to try and coax the
Pharaoh into returning downstairs so they could talk. “Yami, please stop
pouting and talk to me,” he pleaded.
“Go away. I’m not in the mood to talk right now. My fiancé
is in a state of denial, my best friend is satisfying his sexual urges over me,
the Tomb Robber is a fucking pervert and oh yeah, I’m still a woman! I think I
have every fucking right to pout!” He set his full pink lips into a luscious
pout. Yuugi looked at him and tried to hide his giggles. Too bad for him that
it didn’t work.
“What the fuck are you laughing at Aibou? I fail to see what
is so funny about my problem,” he growled.
“I can’t help it,” he giggled. “You look so frickin’ cute
when you pout like that. It’s like a little girl that was denied her pony for
her birthday.” He couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. Yami stood and gave
him his patented Death Glare which had gotten even scarier over the time spent
living with Kaiba.
“Well, since you find me so amusing, I think I go find
someone else to ‘entertain’.” He grabbed his keys and headed for the stairwell.
“Yami, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh,” Yuugi called out,
still laughing.
A single middle finger raised was his reply.
****
Yami jumped in his car and took off at a breakneck speed. He
couldn’t express the anger he was feeling at the moment. He could feel his
Shadow Powers charging the energy around him, causing the air to crackle. As he
drove down the street, he could see Kaiba Corporation Headquarters looming in
the distance. Perfect. It was time that he had a little chat with his
‘beloved’. He pressed down on the gas and the engine in the Aston Martin
roared, the sound belaying its drivers mood.
He arrived at the building, parking in the spot designated
for him. He walked through the glass doors and headed straight for the private
elevator that would take him straight to Kaiba’s floor. He almost made it
before security stopped him.
“Excuse me miss, but that elevator is private. You’re going
to have to take the public access elevators unless you have clearance.” The
guard politely stated.
Fuming, Yami pulled out his access card and waved it in
front of the man.
‘Oh, I’m terrible sorry… Mr. Motou?” He looked at Yami and
then back at the picture, looking very confused.
“Bad hair day,” Yami growled. He slid his access card
through the elevator slot and walked through the doors. He pressed the button
to Kaiba’s floor and the doors closed, leaving behind a very befuddled security
guard.
As the elevator rose, Yami grew more and more nervous. He
wasn’t sure how things would end up. He sent a silent prayer to the gods, if
they weren’t still laughing at him, and steeled his courage. The doors opened
to Seto’s office foyer where his assistant sat at his desk, typing on his
computer. He looked up and took in Yami’s appearance. He was about to protest
at his unknown presence when he looked harder at his face. He looked over his
body and gaped in awe.
“Mr. Motou?” He asked, trying his best not to stare at the
large mounds commonly known as breasts.
“Yes, it’s me. Do like Seto always tells you and don’t ask
questions. Is he in there?” he asked brusquely.
“Yes sir, I mean…”
“Shut up now if you want to keep you job,” he said as he
pushed open the doors to Seto’s main office.
“But he’s on a…” Yami leveled a glare at him and the young
man turned a bright shade of red. “Yes sir,” he replied nervously. He shook his
head as if to clear away the image and returned to his work.
****
Seto was in the middle of a call when the doors of his
office were thrown open and suddenly slammed shut by an angry ex-male. His blue
eyes widened and then narrowed quickly, realizing the predicament he was in. He
quickly finished his call and hung up the phone, staring at the man who was now
a woman.
The couple stared at each other in silence, neither of them
wanting to say the first word. The tension was thicker than the latest book by
J.K. Rowling. Yami decided to be the bigger man (no pun intended) and make the
first move.
“Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked directly.
His directness seemed to do the trick. “I haven’t been
ignoring you,” Seto replied stiffly.
“Bull shit.” Yami countered. “You haven’t spoken to me since
this entire fiasco,” he gestured to his body, “began. You completely ignored me
yesterday,” he explained.
“I was unconscious,” Seto defended. Yami simply tossed his
head, disregarding his statement.
“Bull. You were catatonic was more like it. I’m the one with
a life altering problem, not you! Was that your way of simply not dealing with
a problem Seto? Because if it is, why is it that you’ve never had that reaction
before? Remember when Dartz took over Kaiba Corp.? Why didn’t you have your
little bout of catatonia then? Or how about when Noa kidnapped us and trapped
us all in his little Virtual Reality World? How about then?”
“You are exaggerating. You’ve always had a flair for the
dramatic Yami,” Seto retorted.
“And you’ve always been an insensitive asshole Seto. I’ve
been in emotional hell for the past day and a half. My life is turned upside
down for no reason I can fathom, and the one person who said that he would help
me and be at my side for the rest of my life abandons me,” he exclaimed.
“Gods Yami, it’s been a day. I did not abandon you. I’m
simply busy. You know I still love you,” he appealed.
“Oh yeah,” Yami countered. “Prove it. Come here and kiss
me.”
The challenge was out. Yami had given Seto an excuse to
acknowledge his female form. He stood there, wishing, hoping, and praying that
Seto would not let him down.
Seto sat at his desk, looking too uncomfortable for words.
“I do love you Yami, I swear …” He never finished as Yami
ran out of this office with tears running down like ran on his cheeks.
Seto watched the woman leave with mixed emotions. He felt
his heart contract and his stomach wince with pain. His gut instinct told him
to go after Yami but his mind told him to stay and run his business. He decided
to shelve his emotions and listen to his mind.
“Things will be back to normal soon,” he told himself. “This
is just a small phase or something.”
Inside, however, he knew he was lying to himself.
****
Yami rushed back to the manor and ran straight up to his
bedroom when he arrived, only to throw himself on the bed and sob in agony. He
cried until his nose was runny and disgusting. He hoisted himself up and went
into the bathroom for a tissue when he caught sight of his reflection in the
mirror.
His multicolored hair was a mess of tangles, his eyeliner
was running and worst of all, he was a woman. With a roar of rage, he grabbed a
nearby glass and hurled it at the mirror, shattering the glass. It flew around the
bathroom, it even nicked Yami on his hands a bit, but he didn’t feel the pain.
All he felt was the course of warm tears leaking down his face. He went back
into the bedroom and curled up on the bed, lapsing into an exhausted sleep.
The small cuts on his hands continued to bleed.
Authors Note: I didn’t mean to make this chapter so angsty!
Oh well, you know you love it. This was only part one of the Motou/Kaiba
confrontation. Next chapter will be more, plus another scene with Bakura. We’ll
also learn why Yami is know a woman.
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