A/N: this chapter was slightly edited. For the most part, it satyed the same. xP
Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. I do, however, own Remiel.
It had been two months since Atemu had passed on to the afterlife, and he already couldn't stand the place. Sure, Heaven was all fine and dandy, but he felt as if something was missing. Something very important to him…
And he knew exactly was that things was.
His aibou, his partner, his Yuugi, the ex-pharaoh needed him to be truly happy. The small, sickening feeling bubbled up in his chest whenever the fact that Yuugi could have forgotten him, or fell in love with someone (namely Anzu) crossed his mind.
If only I could find some way back… he thought, but knew there was no way out. This place was like death row for spirits, you couldn't leave. Ever. Well, unless you could find some way to get yourself killed again, but somehow be brought back to life even though you just died a second time.
Atemu tried to figure out how that would work, but only gave himself a headache in the process. He knew reincarnation didn't work like that, plus, there were no knifes in Heaven to execute himself with. Oh well, Yuugi probably wouldn't have been happy to hear he committed suicide (at least he thought it could be considered suicide.) to be with him.
The spiky haired ex-king let out an audible sigh before allowing himself to lean against a fluffy, candy floss wall and slump to the cushy, padded ground beneath him, "I feel like I'm in an asylum…" he commented blandly.
"You're telling me," came another voice, it was slightly high pitched, but still masculine. It belong to a short young male dressed completely in white robes. He had light brownish-red hair, and deep emerald green eyes.
Atemu's gaze snapped over to the boy, "You scared me," he breathed.
"Psh, not my fault you're such a spacey wuss," the young man growled, "Plus, you'll forgive me in a couple of seconds."
"Oh, and why is that?" Atemu asked incredulously, "Who are you, anyway?"
"Geez, you ask to many questions." He hissed, rolling his eyes "My name is Remiel, and what if I told you I knew how to get you back to the world of the living?"
"I'm listening." He responded simply.
"Okay, since you're radiating depression and it's beginning to destroy my good mood-" he began before being interrupted.
"Beginning to?" Atemu asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shut the hell up and let me finish." Remiel hissed, now glaring emerald daggers, "As I was saying, I can find a way to get you out of Heaven, but there's one thing I want..."
"Of course." Atemu groaned; everything had to come at a price, "What do you want, then?"
"I want your body." Remiel simply replied.
Atemu stared, and blinked. Then he blinked again, "… Excuse me?" he asked after a few moments.
Remiel groaned, "I'd give you a new one!" he exclaimed.
"Wait, what?" Now the young man had completely lost him.
"You like games, right?" Remiel asked, but gave Atemu no time to reply, "Because we're going to play one now. The rules are simple. You're going to try and win over this person you're in love with withou-" Atemu interrupted him.
"You aren't going to steal my voice, are you?" he asked, remembering a fairy tale he had come upon while browsing through a library whilst his aibou was studying.
"What? No! Where'd you get that idea?" Remiel asked, but quickly stopped the other's response, "You know what? I don't want to know. Can I continue?" he hissed.
"Go right ahead."
"Thank you. Where was I...? Oh, yeah, you have to with over the heart of him, her, it," Remiel felt the sting of Atemu's glare, but proceeded none-the-less,"without telling them who you are. If they confess their love to you, I might give you your actual body back. Depends on my mood. If I don't I guess you can just tell them who you are, ONLY if they confess your love to you. Otherwise, I'll probably forced by someone to bring you back up here since you broke the rules. So, do we have a deal or not?"
Atemu pondered if he should agree to the deal. What was the harm in it? Sure, Yuugi could quite possibly not be into men... but he could change that. Oh, yes, he would change that, whether Anzu liked it or not. Since he was given no time frame in which the objective had to be reached, he wouldn't have to force anything on his precious aibou, "Alright," he answered after a while, "I'll do it."
"Good, because honestly, I don't want you here." Remiel growled.
Atemu raised an eyebrow, "Then why bother with the challenge? Why don't you just forget it and send me directly to Earth, normal body and all?"
"Because it's too easy that way. Plus, even if you fail and come back here, I can mock you." Remiel sneered, earning a glare from the ex-king.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a prick?" Yami asked heatedly.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Remiel thought for a second, before a smirk graced his features along with a malicious glint in his eyes.
A little buzzer went off in Atemu's mind telling him he didn't happen to like that look, "W-what?" he asked, feeling unnerved.
"Oh, nothing really," Remiel drawled, "Now close your eyes,"
Atemu was a little reluctant, but followed orders anywhere. He could hear Remiel's whispers, and his body began to feel strange. That feeling lasted for a while until he heard Remiel say in an eerily cheerful tone, "Okay, you can open your eyes now!"
Atemu opened his eyes, and blinked. Remiel, who was snickering, pointed to the nearby pond, and Atemu could only dread what the devil-in-angel's-clothing had done to him.
He peered into the water, and his eyes opened so wide, they were nearly the size of dinner plates.
His hair had become long and wavy, nearly down to his waist. The colors remained the same, black, maroon, and shoots of gold, with the same golden bangs framing his slightly tanned face. His eyes had turned a bit lighter, to a bit more of a pinkish shade. His eyes had become more rounded, more innocent looking with darker, more defined eye lashes and his cheeks had become a rosy shade. Then came the most interesting part…
Not only was he wearing a black and white gothic Lolita styled dress (ruffles and everything), he had two rather large lumps on his chest, "You turned me into a woman!?" Atemu hissed as he tured to glare at Remiel, who doubled over with deranged cackles.
Atemu waited for him to stop, arms crossed over his (or is it 'her' now?) chest, tapping his/her foot in impatience. Remiel had come dangerously close to stopping, but took one look at the undeniably pissed Egyptian and howled with laughter once again.
That went on for ten minutes, then Remiel's laughs died down to giggles as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "O-okay, I'm done now…" Remiel snickered.
"Good, now you can change me back." Atemu demanded.
"Hmm… nope." Remiel grinned and snapped his fingers.
"Goddamn it, Remiel, you bitch!" she shouted only to find he had been instantly teleported to the middle of Domino City Park. Everyone who occupied the park turned to stare at the young, strangely dressed woman. It was noon on a weekend, so there were many people there to witness Atemu's little verbal screw up.
Atemu's face flushed a deep red that only a tomato could rival, and she turned to face the mob of angry mothers. She gave a nervous laugh and waved timidly before running off, only for one of the heeled shoes she was wearing sinking down into the grass, causing her to fall down on her rear, "Damn heels!" she muttered before picking herself up and attempting to run off again.