Yami woke up with a start and found himself back in his own bed.

It was dark and the clock on his nightstand read 6:35.

Seto might be back from the Order meeting soon? He said he'd be back by 7.

Throwing the covers off himself, Yami realized he was naked, and he stood up to stare at how the sheets were levitating off the bed, with one corner wrinkled after he'd touched it.

He stared.

Why was it…floating?!

A heavy pressure was building behind his ears until they popped, and Yami winced in pain. OW, what the–

"Yami! I'm back!" Seto's voice echoed through the house, magically amplified, and Yami pressed a hand to his head. What the hell… Was he sick?!

Last thing he remembered was…

Rebecca! And the Ancient Fairy Dragon! Yami blinked and felt the pressure moving from the back of his head to his temple, and then his ear popped again when Seto walked in through the door to give him a handsome smile.

"How goes… What the?" Seto eyed the floating sheets and waved it away with his hand, breaking the cast.

The magic left an odd purple wisp, and he was on instant alert.

Yami was naked, looking drained.

His heart clenched and he tried not to let the nagging insecurities come rushing up, but centuries of hearing dragons talk about all the mess their humans got up to when they left for order meetings came echoing in his head.

Humans would sleep with each other, try to kill each other, and cause scandals and drama.

"Who was in this bed?" Seto snapped, his eyes glowing with anger as he tried to be kind, knowing he wouldn't get any useful information if he yelled.

"N-No one. Me," Yami whispered, wondering if Seto was mad about the levitating sheets. "Please don't be angry. Did the meeting go poorly–"

"Why would I be angry? Just tell me who it was. I don't…mind." Seto lied valiantly even though his entire body was vibrating. "Humans live short lives so I know you want to seek pleasure and riches all the time. So. Who was it?"

Yami shook his head in confusion and took a step back in fear when he saw a dark green mist rising off Seto's shoulders.
What was that?
Did he stink?

Green….mist. Envy? Jealousy?

"It was just me. I swear, Seto. Please. I love only you, and The Ancient Fairy Dragon made me swear to keep by your side, and…I will," Yami said as earnestly as possible, and he saw Seto's aura change colors alarmingly fast.

It went from green to pink. Oh boy. What did these colors mean?!

"The who?! Where did you go?! What the fuck happened while I was gone?!" Seto's pitch was rising in panic, and he hissed through his fangs, "appraise…!"

The purple magic signature on the bed made no sense.

Caster: DARK MAGE ATEM
LVL: unknown - ထ

"Who the fuck is Dark Mage Atem?! At level infinity?!" Seto shrieked, his hand going to his hair as he raised a palm to appraise Yami, his heart steadily breaking into pieces. "APPRAISE!"

"Seto, please let me explain–" Yami felt a hot wind blast him across his face, and he sank to his knees to really ask for forgiveness. If The Ancient Fairy Dragon enjoyed bowing, maybe Seto would accept his groveling?

He wasn't sure how badly he'd messed up.

Seto's vision shifted as he saw an appraisal come up at the side of the bed, the tips of spiky hair barely peeking over the edge while the information hovered above it in glowing letters.

Atem
Species: Dark Caster

Assigned sex: Male
Age: unknown
Casting level: ထ

Special abilities: ထ

Casting specialty: ထ
Blood type: dark fiend
Predicted lifespan: null

NULL?! Seto walked around the bed to stare at Yami who was still sitting on the ground naked, with his head in his arms, looking like he was crying.

"Hey, I'm sorry I…" Seto's voice cracked when he saw the appraisal fading, and put two and two together.

Mai meddled.

Mai spied and meddled in her usual conniving, invasive, dastardly ways.
She'd changed his name which meant…he'd died and had been revived in this new form.

"Can't believe she did that…" Seto breathed, pulling Yami into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry. It must've hurt. But I'm glad you woke up all fine and you're here now. I love you."

Yami raised his head out of his arms and gazed into Seto's clear blue eyes, falling into them and really appreciating the vertical pupil that made him look extra handsome.

"I love you too. Are you angry that I'm this way now? I have a headache every time you walk around…." Yami whispered, and Seto shook his head and hugged Yami tighter, his heart threatening to burst with happiness.

"That's my magical energy. You'll get used to it when you harness your…fucking…" Seto leaned back and appraised Yami silently again, reeling at the possibilities. "Null to infinity power level, holy shit. Are you trying to take over the world as a Dark Cataclysm?! Because I refuse to be second in command of that nonsense. You want to be the next Demon Lord? Tell me now!"

Yami felt a laugh wrenching out of his throat and he bumped his forehead against Seto's and gave him a small smile, "I just wanted to stay with you without causing you trouble. Teach me some magic?"

"You're going to need a lot more than me to teach you magic," Seto said seriously, but he was smiling so hard, his cheeks hurt. "Get some rest. You need a lot of it."

Yami nodded and inched his lips up to press a kiss to Seto's cheek while the headache expanded into an eye-watering, ear-splitting pain. He inhaled shakily and felt Seto coming down to kiss him roughly the way he usually did, the way he loved, with a split tongue prodding along the roof of his mouth, but that action somehow sent a painful vibration up the back of his throat, making it constrict suddenly.

Yami convulsed with pain and retched, shivering and pressing a knuckle to his temple, cursing himself for asking for such a stupid wish to be granted. He'd messed up sex with Seto forever?!

"Hey! …I'm sorry, here, let's get you up…" Seto swept him up off the ground with a strong arm tucked underneath his thighs, and Yami's head hit the pillow with a soft thump.

The sheets were tucked under his chin, and Yami was wracked with a cold shiver, his back drenched with a sudden film of sweat.

"I need to leave the room," Seto said instantly, not daring to touch Yami again because he could see unstable energies swirling in multi-colors around his covered shoulders. "You need to get used to your new body. My presence is hurting you. I can see that."

"A-Am I sick?" Yami reached out to touch Seto's hand but withdrew with a hot, stabbing pain coursed through all five of his fingers, and he let out a sharp cry, "it hurts to touch you! …Did I make a mistake?"

"No. You're going to be fucking powerful," Seto said with a soft smile, his eyes softening with love at the corners as he began taking steps backwards to exit the room. "I'll get you some books, something to drink, and we'll have to sleep separately until you get a hang of this, alright?"

"No!" Yami sat up too fast and his head spun, so he had to lie back down, his limbs terribly heavy and tingling. "...I wanted…"

Seto gave him a gentle smile and turned to shut the door with a soft click, leaving him alone in the large room in the cold bed.

Yami gripped the edge of the sheets, determination burning deep in his chest as he glared at the closed door.

Sex, and even touching Seto was off until he figured out how to manage his powers.

He was going to fucking manage them so hard…!
The magical world wouldn't know what hit them.

Letting out a sad huff, Yami rolled over and stared at the empty side of the bed, his heart clenching with turmoil.

Yugi was going to lose his mind when he found out.