Game Queen and Then Some

By Borath

Categories: Humour, drama and romance eventually.

Rating: Pg13 will do I think. There are swear words and hints at m/m, although I don't actually write anything squick-worthy. There is some 'ahem' in this chapter though. Het though (I think it qualifies as it) and no description, just a large build up...

Disclaimer: I own squat. I am not responsible enough to own the Yu-Gi-Oh gang so I won't even pretend too. Would be kinda cool though, wouldn't it?

Erm, a summary. Right. Yami gets dunked in the fountain. Yami becomes a girl. Then a lot of stuff happens. Yes, this story has been done many times before and by people a lot better at writing than me, but I wanted to give it a crack as my first Yugioh-fic.

A/N. To anyone who has unfortunately read all of my fiction (my sympathies), you will already know that I have a lil' obsession with m-preg. No freaky reason, honest! I just like to experiment with how different characters would react to the same scenario. Well, I've never tried it in anime before, so here we go... (That is probably the biggest spoiler for and in any fiction that you will ever read. I just destroyed any surprisee you may receive. Ah well!)

UPDATE (08/07/07): This story was written years ago and has shortcomings that I'm not happy with as a writer. However, I have not got the time to go through the whole thing and edit the parts I'm not happy with. So, pinch of salt please, people. Constructive criticism is fine and fair enough, but I've twigged a lot of it already. It's nice to see people are still reading this and enjoying it, hence the thing still being here with a silly number of reviews. Happy reading!

Japanese and English names are different. I am going with the following because

A; I can spell them

B; My spellchecker only hates half of them, not all of them.

C; They are shorter and therefore take less effort on my part.

Yugi Mutou

Joey Wheeler

Tea Gardner

Honda Hiroto

Seto Kaiba

Mokuba Kaiba

Grandpa

Mai Valentine

Yami and Yugi are separate for, well, the whole fiction. I have never actually seen this so excuse any possible mistakes that sprout up due to my ignorance.

I treat Seto as a human being rather than the total git he is in the anime series. I like the relationship idea so am 'tweaking' to allow for this. Excuse my tweakings. If you don't like them, I actually couldn't care.

I have not watched a lot of the series and am depending on other fanfics for character information. There may be some actions or sentences that are OUC, so forgive me for that. Anything I think I've messed up terribly I have blamed on something, as you will see. You'll also see that it's the same thing every time...

Right, I'll shut up soon and let you read this thing but first I'll warn you in advance that the fact that I have the attention span of a turnip and the patience of a badger with a toothache is quite clear in this fiction. I jump, well, most of the plot, but Yami narrates the bits you miss because I can't be arsed to write them and only want to get down 'the good stuff'. Enjoy all the same though!!!

Chapter 1 : Strip

Yami Voice Over (YVO)

//A lot has happened in the last month. Most of it is Joey's fault, and as of such, Joey has wisely stayed out of my sight for the last 4 weeks, but it would have been a helpful distraction. What happened? Well, first Yugi decided it would be nice to visit the Nyannichuan, the Spring of Drowned Girl for those who don't know. As you can guess, Joey was less than enthralled with historical aspects of the fountain and seemed more interested in the fact that there was water. Cue one very brief water fight with Honda that ended with Joey accidentally shoving me head first into the fountain. A glowing, painless, mystical transformation occurred, then I proceeded to beat the blond menace over the head with a bamboo pole before we all went home.

We did some research and it turns out that the curse, which should make me a female version of myself for a week, has become remarkably unpredictably due to the fact that the water in the fountain has been polluted and, well, diluted. Therefore I'm stuck in this form until it wears off. Really stuck. The legend that hot water will return me to my rightful male form either doesn't apply to Yami's or was a lie cruelly concocted just to spite me.

On a more positive note, I am finding that I am gaining a higher respect for women now, so maybe this is all some kind of fated lesson in humility or similar. After experiencing hormones, cramps and, something that even a millennia back in my puzzle wouldn't erase from my memory, a period, I have a longer tether when dealing with women. Well, I did. Then Mai went ahead and effectively destroyed my life.//

Yami and Yugi had been watching television in the living room when Tea appeared in the doorway after disappearing on the phone for half an hour. She stood hesitantly against the frame, still holding the phone, until Yami looked up and asked her what she wanted.

"It's Mai. She needs a favour. Well, actually it's Kaiba who needs the favour. She wants to talk to you," she replied innocently, a restrained smile playing on her lips.

Frowning and having a very bad feeling about what was about to follow, Yami took the phone and went into the next room. Running a slender hand through tri-colour hair that now spilled about her shoulders, she blew aside a piece of golden fringe before daring to speak.

"Mai?"

"Yami! Darling, listen, you owe me and I'm calling you for it. Seto called a few minutes ago, all desperate for a date for some kind of dinner he's having with colleges. Having no life outside of Mokuba and work, he's asking, well, begging me to sort it out for him. Well, I asked Tea and she said no. I'm busy so that leaves-"

"No."

"Listen, if you don't go to this dinner I will tell everyone about that little conversation we had a few weeks ago. You know, the mice or pads one? And the prelude and sequel to that too. Am I convincing you yet?"

The phone was dangerously close to being snapped in half with the way that Yami was squeezing it, her other fist trembling dangerously at her side. A haze had dropped over her eyes and she was picturing nailing Seto to a wall and then choking him on Mai's head.

"Fine, I will attend this dinner, but then all debts I have to you will be nullified. Agreed?" she growled out, knowing that to underestimate Mai would likely be her death.

"Deal. Come over to my house and we'll get you dolled up. You're expected at 7 so you'd better get here now. See you soon!"

Click. That was quite likely the sound of her death, she mused. Sighing in resignation, she grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and shouted that she would be out for the rest of the day, leaving the house immediately for Mai's.

She did not want to go to this dinner. She did not want to sit next to Seto and stare at food for an hour or more. And she certainly did not want to dance with him, which was likely going to be expected from her at one of these social gatherings Yugi had explained to her.

She hated Seto. Well, she used to with a lot of energy directed to it when she was male. Now, Yami wasn't too sure. The damned hormones that had been plaguing her existence for the last month were making thoughts concerning the billionaire confusing. Another reason she really did not want to go to dinner with him tonight.

Mai had just been bumped up on Yami's 'cause serious harm to' list, and now she was going to let her stick her in a dress and jewelry. Some higher power really didn't like her right now she decided.

YVO

//It was something close to a nightmare at Mai's house. Admittedly, it was oddly satisfying to see the end result after 3 hours of colour co-ordination, dying, waxing and practicing parading about in shoes that are probably a danger to my health. I'll admit that she did a good job, and she even surprised me by winning the rather fierce argument about wearing a 'wonder-bra'. How she won? It got me out of wearing a corset, which I am pretty certain I don't need. It isn't as uncomfortable as it looked, so I'll live with it.

The journey to the Kaiba mansion, where this dinner and dancing nightmare was being held, was also terrible. Seto sent a car, so I had to ride in silence alone with my thoughts for an hour. I still don't know what I'll say or do, heck, I don't know what he'll be expecting from me. Mai said that she had told him that I was a girl now, and had been for a month already, but I don't think I believe her. Seto has been seriously 'out of the loop' for a while now, so if someone didn't tell him he definitely doesn't know.

I called Yugi earlier and he suddenly cracked up in the middle of a perfectly serious sentence, so he has been put onto my list too. Joey is somewhere near the top though, Mai following closely.

Damn. I really hope that I make it through this night alive.//

If there was ever a time when Yami wanted Yugi's camera, it was now. Seto's face when she emerged out of the car was simply priceless, the expression somewhere between shock, amusement and awe. How he managed that Yami couldn't figure.

The form-hugging gown was corseted from between her shoulder blades down to the small of her back, the lilac material entirely smooth down her stomach. Sleeveless, the gown spilled elegantly about her feet, disguising the fact that she was wearing heels that required an hour of practice in to actually walk. Mai had argued that she would need to additional height to dance with the significantly taller brunette, something that Yami had glared long and hard at her for.

Delicate silver bracelets with matching necklace, earrings and tiara completed the ensemble, Mai having twisted her hair up until it was mostly up, with strands and ringlets framing her face and falling behind her ears.

Remembering himself, Seto walked forward and extended a hand, neatly curling it around Yami's finger before leading her inside.

The butterflies inside her stomach had suddenly been given cricket-bats.

The large dining hall had been decorated majestically and about 40 guests had appeared. Seto had the grace to slip in with Yami with no formal introduction; apparently Mai had told him who she really was.

Dinner was pleasant, Yami tentatively eating a little from her plate, obliging all conversation that came from the others about the table, and curiously enough, Seto himself. The older Kaiba brother seemed happy to talk to Yami for as long as the conversation could be held, and when dinner was over extended a hand out to dance.

Seto seemed to be acting far more relaxed than normal, not bothering too much about business talks with associates or his appearance in terms of behaviour. He was at the office so much he barely unwound, and the result of a few drinks and a good conversation interspersed with light, friendly bickering was a pleasant surprise to Yami. She always knew there was more to him than was originally thought by most people. What exactly that 'more' was was being defined on an hourly basis.

Bloody hormones.

Feeling slightly light-headed Yami didn't decline to dancing with Seto, and found that they could dance together quite smoothly despite her high heels. Drinking a surprising amount of punch, which had a strange yet delightful tang to its taste, they stopped dancing at about 10pm, most of the guests quickly following suit.

"I think this punch is spiked," Seto commented, a slight slur in his tone. Yami nodded vigorously, grinning widely. He looked at her with an amused grin. "You don't drink a lot, do you?"

A few strands of hair dislodged themselves as she shook her head in response, feeling the room spin a little. It was a delightful sensation really!

Without thinking, Seto reached up and hand and captured a few of the strands, twirling the ebony curls absently before cupping her face properly, delighting in how, due to tall heels and precarious balance, supposedly, she leant into his palm.

"Another drink?"

They continued along this trend until the last of the guests finally left, each one more drunk than the last as every alcoholic beverage that had been brought to the party, both before and during it, was consumed. Surveying the mess left behind, Seto had a very loud conversation with the butler, insisting that he take the night off and clean it all up in the morning, before collapsing into the middle of the room laughing with Yami.

"That was funny," she giggled, waving a half-empty glass as she spoke.

"Why funny? I told him to bugger off! He was in the way!" Seto argued defiantly.

"He was loud! 'Really Sir, this is quite unacceptable behaviour'. Why do you have a butler anyway?"

"I'll fire him tomorrow. You spilled your drink. Can I have it?"

"Yeah, sure. I should sleep."

"Sleep later," Seto murmured before lunging forward and pinning Yami down to the carpet, the smaller girl laughing uncontrollably now. Sealing his mouth over the patch of liquid that she had spilled onto her front whilst she swayed, he began alternation between sucking and liking it off, not noticing that the rest of the drink in her glass had spilled down his back when he had tackled her.

"You're wet, you know," Yami observed, her hand meeting the dampness whilst it slid down his spine.

Sitting up, Seto nodded before making a clumsy attempt at removing the jacket. Yami ended up helping, somehow managing not to tear it before throwing it with a laugh onto the floor to the side.

Seto looked at her expectantly. "Your turn."

Yami arched a slender brow in coy surprise. "No fair. I'm already wearing less than you."

"Alright," he agreed before removing the rest of the cloths on the upper part of his body, sitting patiently before her again once he was bare-chested. "Better?"

A smug grin appeared on her face. "Much. My turn." Pulling on the intricate straps about her right shoe, she tossed it triumphantly behind her. Seto copied the action and after several fumbling minutes they were both barefoot.

Yami frowned after a few minutes of silence, which due to her new form looked like a pout, and Seto nudged her shoulder with his hand in a questioning manner, tipping his head to one side as he did so.

"I'm cold now," she said absently, yanking the tiara out of her hair and dropping it to the carpet, watching its descent with interest.

"Oh." Seto paused in deep thought for a few seconds. "Wanna go to bed? It's warm there?"

"Yeah. I don't think I can stand up though,' Yami replied reasonably, falling back instantly when she first tried to stand.

"Oh. I'll help."

True to his word, Seto heaved a remarkably uncooperative Yami to her feet before weaving an arm about her waist, both her hands coming up to cling to his shoulder to remain standing as they made their way upstairs.

Awareness returned slowly and with it a twinge of pain and a disgusting taste. Working her tongue about the fluff in her mouth, Yami opened her eyes slowly in an attempt to figure out where she was.

Thankfully it was still dark meaning that the spinning room didn't nauseate her too much. Shoving her hands down into the plush mattress, she heaved herself up and paused in a grimace at the ache that decided to make itself more apparent. Panic coming now, she looked down to the side and had to clasp a hand over her mouth to prevent the shout of surprise from escaping.

She was in a bed. Seto was in the same bed. Seto was lacking clothing, and a quick glance down confirmed that she was too.

The words 'oh' and 'shit' came into her mind very quickly.

Eyes wide, she slid out of the covers slowly so as not to disturb him, wanting to make as quick and quiet an escape as possible. Collecting her dress up from the floor she tugged it on whilst walking out of the room, opting to go barefoot rather than hunt around for her shoes.

Slipping downstairs and trying very hard to remember what had led to what had undoubtedly happened, Yami made a quick call for a taxi on the phone. Pausing at the open door when she heard it arrive a few minutes later, she shook her head slightly and headed out, climbing silently into the back of the car and setting about tying the top of the back of the dress up to prevent it from falling apart.

Wisely, the driver did not attempt any conversation and took the money Yami handed him without comment.

Yugi was woken by the sound of the door opening and closing, waiting patiently for Yami to come up and return to the puzzle. It was the early hours of the morning and he had not expected his darker counterpart to stay out this long. Yami was often out walking, but was always home by midnight regardless of how much was on her mind.

Getting up after a good 10 minutes of silence, he slipped on a robe and padded downstairs, pausing halfway down and looking over the banister for the young woman.

Frowning when he saw Yami sat on the couch in the dark, knees drawn up to her chin, he walked the rest of the way down and sat beside her, nose crinkling slightly when he reached her.

"God, Yami, you stink! How much did you drink?" he asked seriously, fanning a hand at the smell.

Yami snorted slightly in amusement, a small smile pulling at her lips. "I don't remember. Therein lies the problem," she sighed, knees dropping as her hands came up, the heels of her hands rubbing into her eyes smearing mascara, not that she cared.

"Oh. What happened?" Yugi continued, frowning when he sensed that something serious had occurred.

Yami shook his head in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about it Aibou. I doubt it will be a problem. Do you mind if I return to my puzzle now?"

Yugi shook his head so with a small smile and hand ruffling his already disheveled hair, Yami trudged upstairs and sunk into her soul room, closing her mental eyes and resigning to sleep.

TBC