Miroku looked around franticly, looking for an exit or escape route from the perverted God in front of him. Sure, having a super sexy God all over you for a few hundred years sounded like heaven, but Miroku knew that after a few decades being ridden by Washu, God-of-all-things-kinky, he would be a petrified mummy. Whimpering, he curled into a ball as Washu advanced on him.

“Wait please can’t we talk about this? Don’t you have some paper work you need to finish now? How about a prior engagement, I’m sure your calendar is full? What about that Kaiba kid, surely you aren’t going to keep him up her with his body still on earth?”

Washu froze in her steps, she had been so busy thinking about punishing Kaiba for his atheistic behavior, that she forgot that he was only supposed to be up her for a few minutes before heading back to earth. While he was here, nobody was inside his body.

“Opps.”

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Back on Earth.

Weevil Underwood poked the unresponsive body of Set Kaiba with a stick. He had found the millionaire face down on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. The thought of stealing his cards when he was down occurred to Weevile, but when he saw Kaiba not breathing he changed his mind about stealing from the departed. The reason for his sudden sense of decency was the fact that Kaiba had been murdered and he would most likely be the prime suspect. They always assumed it was the guy that found the body that did the crime. Right now, he was in the middle of deciding whether to call the police or run away. If he called them, he’d be found with the body, but if he left and they found out he’d been there, he’d be in even worse trouble.

“Waaaaaaa! I’m too young to be someone’s prison bitch!” He cried out in despair.

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Back in heaven (or as Kaiba knows it, his concussion based hallucination.)

“Hehee, excuse me for a sec,” Washu quickly said before teleporting out of her office. Miroku let out a sigh of relief, he was safe from the perverted Goddess and now he could get back behind the gates and continue his quest to rub the butts of every hot spirit in the afterworld. He took a step forward, but went crashing down to the ground. He rolled over and looked down at his legs, which were shackled to Washu’s desk with a note that read, ‘Stay put my pet, mistress has something’s to do before we play.’

“Waaaaaaaaaa! I’m too old to be a Goddesses bitch!” No one heard Miroku and if they could, they wouldn’t have cared.