I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein nor do I own Viagra.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**I FOUND NOTHING OFFENSIVE HERE BUT SOMEONE MAY, SO THERE YOU GO**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
Feelings communicated through mind link
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 16

“Hey, big brother. Why are you back so soon? You forget something?”

Seto leaned in the doorway of his kitchen, smiling at the group sitting around the breakfast table. Mokuba ed led like a chipmunk, his cheeks puffed out from the amount of food in his mouth. Kira ended up wearing more of her cereal than was going in her mouth, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“When I arrived at the office this morning, I found all of my furniture in the hallway and my carpet being removed.”

“Did I forget to tell you that was today?” Amara slipped an arm around his waist, standing on tip toes and kissing his cheek.

Seto gently grabbed her arm when she moved away, giving a little tug. With a soft squeak, Amara fell against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “Apparently,” he kissed her softly. He pulled back, to glare at his snickering little brother. “Care to explain why?”

“What would you have done had you known?” she said over her shoulder, walking back to the table.

“Postponed it.”

She popped a spoonful of mush into Kira’s mouth, “There you go.”

“Now you can do something with us, big brother.”

Seto joined the group at the table, “I’ll probably spend the day working in my home office.” He sent a small frown Amara’s way, “Unless it’s being remodeled without my knowledge as well.”

“I saw that,” Amara straddled his lap. “You have no meetings today.” She kissed his nose, “I know because I peeked. And you went back to the office yesterday afternoon, coming back late. So, anything urgent was handled then. Whatever comes up today can wait until later,” she slipped her arms over his shoulders, grabbing the back of his chair. “You are now my prisoner and at my mercy.”

“Seto Kaiba is not so easily controlled,” he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. “Now who has captured who?”

“Ppfftt, can’t capture the willing,” Amara kissed him tenderly. “You are too easy to manipulate, or have you forgotten.”

“Only when it’s beneficial.”

“Get a room,” Bakura groaned. “I for one am greatly offended by your overly demonstrative display of affection.”

Seto snorted, “Bullshit.”

Ryou reached over and slapped the back of his dark’s head, “Be nice.”

“You’ve been letting him read the dictionary again, haven’t you Ryou?” Amara winked at the white haired pair.

“I am as educated as any well respected person of my time, thank you very much,” Bakura said indignantly.

“When we want a 5000 year old expert in thievery and debauchery, we’ll call you.”

“Damn straight!” The smugness of the thief’s retort was dampened when a blob of baby food landed on the side of his nose.

With a parting kiss, Amara left Seto’s lap to clean up her food flinging daughter. “The remodeling will be done by Monday after school, and your department heads know to call your cell phone with anything urgent. Everything else they will e-mail or fax. So, why not take the morning off and help us move Ryou and Bakura back into their house?” She placed a cleaner Kira on a blanket on the floor, with a pile of toys, “We are all meeting there in an hour, and it’ll do you good to do something other than electronics, paperwork, and typing for a change.”

“Are you an industrial spy, plotting the ruin of my company?”

“Kaiba Corp could fall tomorrow, you’d still be the richest man in the country for decades,” Amara said seriously. “We both know, as controlling as you are, you could work half as much as you do and still make ten times more profit than all of your competition put together.”

“She’s right, Seto,” Mokuba’s face had the same serious expression as Amara’s. “Sometimes you just work to work.”

Feeling a light thumping against his chair, Seto looked down to discover Kira had rolled over and was beating a stuffed toy against the leg. Dropping the plushy, she held her hands up to him.

“You too?” he asked, picking the child up. She giggled at him, grabbing at his face. “You win, morning off, work this afternoon.” Seeing the beaming smile on Mokuba’s face, and the sparkle in Amara’s eyes, Seto knew he had made the right decision.

“Master Kaiba, a moving van has arrived,” Andrew announced.

“That would be for us, hikari,” Bakura stood, yanking Ryou up and pulling him flush against him. “You will not hurt or tire yourself moving today, understand?” he growled. Wide eyed, Ryou nodded. “Good,” the spirit nipped his throat, leaving a slight mark. “In ton to tire you out tonight, making you scream.”

Amara gave him an odd look, “You do that every night anyway.”

Bakura trailed his eyes up Ryou’s body, like a starving wolf sizing up a hunk of raw meat, “He holds back when we’re here.” Grabbing a drink from the refrigerator, he headed for the garage.

Amara stared after the retreating spirit, “Viagra’s never going to see a penny from that man.” She turned to Ryou, “You have my deepest sympathies for your horny yami.”RyouRyou blushed a deep red, “It’s not just him.”

Amara blinked at the innocent looking boy, “You’re both freaks.”

Ryou opened the door to the garage and groaned. Peeking over his shoulder, Amara saw a shirtless Bakura carrying a box on each shoulder to the van. She patted Ryou on the back, “But you’re a lucky freak.”

Bakura threw his head back to clear the sweaty hair from his eyes, sending droplets flying. “Gods, don’t I know it,” Ryou answered. Amara chuckled as he stiffly walked out.

Dishes clattered into the sink, jerking her attention away from the mouth-watering eye candy in the garage. “I’m done. Can I go help?” Mokuba looked from his brother to Amara and back, waiting for permission. They both nodded.

“Here, kiddo,” Amara tossed a bottle of water to him. “Take this to Bakura and tell him to dump it over his head to cool off.”

Mokuba caught the bottle, looked at it, shrugged, and ran out.

“What was that for?” Seto asked, pulling tiny fingers off his lower lip.

“Just messing with horny and ier,ier,” she joined him at the table, wiping a drool stream from her daughter’s chin.

“When will you check on the remodeling progress?”

“I won’t,” she smiled at Seto’s surprised look and handed him a business card.

“Ura Terrina, never heard of her.”

“I’m not surprised. She’s unknown,” Amara tapped the card. “Tessa’s daughter knows someone who recommended her. Her portfolio is amazing.” Amara took a paper down from the refrigerator door, handing it to Seto. “As you can see, she will do the job for ten percent over material cost. She’s really more interested in the bragging rights of having remodeled the office of the great Seto Kaiba than the money.”

Seto glanced up briefly from the paper, “Why is that?”

“I guess she wants to run her own business, rather than spend years working under someone, making a name for herself. Your name alone holds a lot of power in Japan. And if we are not satisfied with what she did, she redoes it at no cost to us.”

Reading a contract with a baby on his lap was a new experience for the young CEO. “There seems to be no loop holes,” he said, jerking the paper away from tiny grasping hands just in time.

“Nope, not if you taught Mokuba well, he read through it for me before I signed it.” Seto was impressed by his little brother’s business sense. “If you like the work she does for the office then I’ll have her do the upper floor of the mansion.”

Seto handed her back the contract, a thoughtful look on his face.

Mokuba came in, followed by the truck driver, and slumped on the table, “I gave Bakura the water and told him what you said.”

“And?”

“He and Ryou are making out on their kitchen table.”

Seto and Amara looked at each other then the table they were sitting at. Amara leaned back in her chair, eyeing the table suspiciously, “Bleach?”

Seto pulled Kira back, “Acid.”

Mokuba lifted his arms up off the table, “Eeeewwww!”

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“Caught you!”

Joey jumped, nearly dropping the box he held, “Shit, ‘Mara! You trying to give me a heart attack?”

“No.” She glared at the blond, snatching the box from him, “No more so than you trying to kill yourself doing stuff like this.”

“I want to help too,” he made an unsuccessful grab for the box.

“Nu-hu, you are confined to supervisory detail, Mr. Bruised Ribs. So, back to the kitchen with you and supervise.” Joey frowned and pouted at the same time. “That doesn’t work on me, mister. I have a kid; I’m immune.” He stuck his tongue out at her, stalking out of the room. “I’ll yank it off, blondie.”

She set the box on the floor, and turned around to find Otogi staring at her with a very strange look on his face.

“I was in no way meaning what you’re probably thinking I was meaning, when I said that.”

“I’d hope not, because it sounded pretty painful...for Joey.”

Amara watched as the raven haired man set the boxes on the floor, “Um, Otogi, are you avoiding me for some reason?”

He looked up surprised. “Well...no...you see...that is...I...ummm,” he shuffled from one foot to the other, looking anywhere but at the red head. “The shop...and then the quake...and my trip...school. I’m kinda busy.”

She chuckled, “Could you repeat that in English or Japanese, using complete sentences this time?”

He smiled, “No, I’m not really avoiding you, Amara.”

She let out a sif ref relief, “Good, I thought I had offended you in some way.” She looked at him seriously, “Who are you avoiding?”

Otogi shoved his hands in his pockets, head down, he looked at her around a strand of jet black hair, “Everyone, I guess.”

“Why?” Amara moved a box and sat down, motioning for the dice master to join her on another.

“I was a complete jerk when I first met everyone, and it took a while for me to feel like I was a part of the group,” he found it surprisingly easy to talk to the young mother. “And just when I started to feel comfortable around them, everyone started pairing up.”

“You kinda feel like odd man out?”

“Yeah.”

“You shouldn’t, you know,” she smiled at him. “Seto hasn’t given anyone up just because we’re together. And I know Tristan and Joey are still seeing Yami and Yugi.” She lifted an eyebrow, “You know, the only ones who are a couple per say are Bakura and Ryou.”

“They’re...freaky.”

Amara chuckled, “Bonds like the ones you guys have are hard to undo. You should spend some time with them, reconnect”

He nodded absently, “You’re okay with Seto being with them...us?”

“Why does everyone think that so odd? Yes, I am fine with it, as long as he doesn’t hook up with some other girl,” she grinned, “Then I’d have to kick his butt in front of everyone.”

Otogi leaned over resting his elbows on his knees, “You don’t think that’s cheating?”

She shrugged, copying his posture, “Seto’s bi. He told me that before we ever slept together. We talked about it, and agreed he should see them if he wants. I accept that part of him just like I accept everything else about him. I love Seto Kaiba the man. Not the name, not the money, not the part that likes women, but all of him. I mean he can be frightening at times, and rude, and stubborn, but he is also unsure, and gentle, and loving.”

He turned to look at her, “You didn’t even think to ask him to stop sleeping with them?”

“No. That would be selfish on my part, and cruel, because I would be asking him to deny a part of himself to suit me. That’s not the way love is. When you truly love someone, you accept and love everything about them, not just certain parts. How could I claim to love him if I demanded he give up a large part of who he is?”

“You got a single brother or a sister?”

“Nope, when they made me; they destroyed the mold and burned the recipe,” she leaned over, giving the raven haired man a sisterly hug. “Don’t worry; your soul mate is out there, waiting for you to find him or her.”

“How do you always know just what to say and do to make us feel like everything will be okay?”

Amara kissed his cheek, “I think that is nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

As they left the room, Otogi realized he was feeling better than he had since before his trip to America.

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Once the van had been unloaded, Seto and Bakura took Joey to get his things from his father’s apartment. The drunk had been out, fortunately for him. Seto and Bakura both wanted to advise him on the finer points of proper child care.

Everything Joey deemed necessary for him to keep fit into two gym bags, with space left over. Seto made a mental note to talk to Amara about getting the blond adequately supplied.

By the time they returned to Ryou’s house, all the boxes were unpacked and everything put away. Ryou had even started a small dinner for him and Bakura, since they planned to stay the night in their newly rebuilt home.

Bakura came into the kitchen, brushing dust off his hands, “Guess what.”

Amara looked up, “You found Ryou jacking off in the bathroom?”

Bakura never missed a beat. “As interesting as that would be, no.”

“He was jacking off in the living room, moaning your name?”

Otogi and Tristan looked like fish out of water with their mouths hanging open at the red head’s daring.

“Will you STOP talking about my light jacking off?” Bakura’s voice grew louder with each word.

“Yami, why are you yelling?” Ryou asked, coming up from the basement.

“Never mind him, he just wants you to jack off for him tonight,” Amara dead panned.

“I’d love to.”

Without a word, Bakura threw Ryou over his shoulder and stomped out of the room and up the stairs.

“Don’t worry, we’ll lock up!” Tristan shouted.

“I guess that’s our cue,” Joey saidrowirowing his empty soda can in the trash.

Everyone looked up at the ceiling, hearing Ryou’s unmistakable voice screaming out ‘more’ and ‘harder’. They all agreed, it was time to go.

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Saturday afternoon found everyone lounging in the mansion’s living roomkurakura and Yami were dueling, while Ryou and Yugi were quietly discussing how hot both spirits looked decked out in leather, purposely keeping their links open to see which dark would cave first. Tristan, Mokuba, and Otogi were playing a three man video game, both older boys losing to the younger, badly. Seto and Amara were arguing with Joey in an attempt to get the blond to agree to let the billionaire buy him some much needed necessities. They weren’t making much headway.

Kira’s fussy cries came through loud and clear over the monitor, just as the doorbell rang.

Seto looked at Amara, “I’ll get the baby.”

“I’ll get the door.”

Amara opened the door to a lovely lady, wearing a veil over her head. “I am Isis Ishtar, to see Seto Kaiba,” she bowed politely.

As soon as she said her name, Amara had another vision change. Isis’ clothing basically remained the same, becoming more elaborately adorned in gold embroidery and jewelry.

Amara blinked, but the vision remained. “Please, come in,” she held the door for her.

Isis paused before entering, “Malik.”

It was then Amara noticed a young man standing off to one side, as if hiding. He appeared to Amara to be dressed in long grey robes with a simple rope sash. “Come in,” she smiled warmly.

He mumbled a greeting as he slipped in behind Isis, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“This is my brother, MaIshtIshtar.”

Amara’s vision cleared. “Everyone is in the living room. Seto should be there soon; he’s getting my daughter up from her nap. I’m Amara, by the way.”

They followed the red head into the room. Seto was already there with Kira and glaring at Yami, who held a bottle.

Grinning, Amara shook her head, “Share, Seto. We have her all week long, let the others have her when their over.”

“King of Games wins again,” Yami smirked, taking the baby.

“My Pharaoh,” Isis greeted.

Everyone looked up, a deadly growl coming from the spirit of the ring. Malik seemed to shrink behind his sister. “I told you this was a bad idea,” he muttered.

“My brother i thr threat to any of you,” she addressed the group. “He is here because of... extenuating circumstances.”

Everyone was silent, until Kira burped, breaking the tension.

“Why the hell am I the only one that kid pukes on?” Bakura griped.

“She likes us better,” Yami smirked.

Bakura held his hands out to the little girl, “Want to bet on it, pharaoh?” Kira lunged for the white haired spirit.

“Please, sit down and we’ll get to the reason for my request,” Seto motioned for the Ishtars to take a seat. “Can I get you anything?”

Isis sat on the sofa, “Water, please.” Malik shook his head, moving to stand and glare out the patio doors.

“I decided to come earlier than I had planned. I had a feeling the situation here was more dire than you led me to believe,” she explained.

“It is,” Yami handed her one of the tubes containing the translated spells. “The tomb robber translated the revival spell for the Heart of Darkness.” Isis paled. “He made changes which resulted in another spell entirely.”

After looking at the scrolls, Isis raised a questioning eyebrow at the thief, “I was bored,” he shrugged.

“After the reading, Amara and Kira had appeared.” Isis didn’t miss the slight twitch at the corners of the CEO’s mouth.

“We also have determined that someone else has read the spell as well,” Yami continued. “There have been too many attempts at take the child to be coincidence.”

“You feel the child is the vessel?”

Yami nodded, “She fits the criteria. But each spell should have only brought one person. We received mother and child. That is why we called you, hoping you would know more from your research.”

Isis watched Kira rolling between Bakura and Ryou on the floor. “Odeon is at the museum now. I have a few suspicions but know nothing for certain,” she turned to Amara. “Would you please tell me what you saw when we met at the door?”

Amara was startled, “Well...” she suddenly felt the eyes of everyone in the room boring into her. “Um...you were an ancient Egyptian noble woman, part of a traveling caravan. Your brother was dressed in grey robes and seemed to be walking through a tunnel.”

Malik looked up when she mentioned him, but said nothing.

“You have had other visions,” Isis stated.

“Lots, actually.”

“Please, tell me of them.”

Amara shifted in her seat, “Yami is a Pharaoh. Yugi is a royal child.” Isis nodded, seeming pleased with the descriptions. “Ryou is a village child, and Bakura is walking in the dark with a heavy bag.”

“He is a tomb robber; his hikari depicts his early childhood. The same for the Pharaoh and his light,” Isis explained.

“Joey and Tristan are either guards or soldiers. Otogi is a stores keeper, I think.”

“And the Kaiba brothers?”

“Mokuba wears blue robes, but Set in in purple and gold with a huge headdress.”

“He is the high priest of the pharaoh. The others?”

“Yugi’s grandfather is a merchant. The pool became a river, but the one that bothered me the most and lasted the longest was the duel we saw at Otogi’s shop.”

Isis didn’t seem surprised and smiled reassuringly at the young mother, “You are connected to our past incarnations in some way. I will research that as well.”

Amara tuned out the further discussion between Isis and the spirits. She stared at the young man by the patio doors. He seemed scared, angry, depressed, and about a hundred other negative emotions. She went over to him, standing beside him, nothing more.

“Shouldn’t you be over there?”

“They seem to have a good handle on things,” she smiled at him. “You seemed like you could use some company.”

“I don’t need anyone,” he muttered.

“I doubt that, very much.”

Malik stared at her for several moments, “Have they told you about me?” he nodded his head towards the group in the room.

“No.”

“Ask them. You’ll avoid me too.”

“It seems to me that you are the one doing the avoiding,” he frowned at her. “You’re the one who walked off, not the other way around.” She took his hand, “Come on over and have a seat, you may be surprised by the reaction you get.”

Malik surveyed the teens scattered around the room. Yami and Yugi were cuddling, no surprise there. Seto was talking to his sister. Mokuba, Joey, Tristan, and Otogi were playing a video game, two against two. The most shocking were Bakura and Ryou. Bakura held the baby girl on his upraised knees, blowing raspberries at her, making her laugh, with his light laying his head on his shoulder.

The tomb robber M kne knew would have ignored the chind bnd beaten the hikari for even thinking about touching him.

“People change, even you.”

He let Amara lead him over to the group.

“Oh look, baby girl has a bit of a runny nose,” Amara took a tissue from the box and wiped Kira’s nose. “See brother, I saved you from getting snotted.” She dropped the tissue in his lap. Bakura looked as if she had handed him an asp.

Both Ishtars quirked an eyebrow at the word brother.

“She has a cold?” Seto asked, concerned.

“Mh-hm, I think she was in the wind a bit much yesterday at Ryou’s house, or she just has allergies. She’ll be fine in a day or two, and if not, she has to go back to the doctor this week anyway. Ryou, could you...” she made a wiping motion under her nose.

Mokuba looked like he would burst any second, trying not to laugh. Seto had a strong suspicion his lover and brother knew something he didn’t.

After a few minutes, Kira began to rub at her nose. Ryou, thinking she was irritated by her runny nose, continued to wipe it with a tissue.

“Carefully, hikari. You’ll get a snotty hand,” Bakura smirked. He turned back to Kira to blow another raspberry at her.

He took a deep breath, and just as he stuck out his tongue to blow at her, Kira sneezed. The look on the spirit’s face was priceless. He was covered. The room was silent for a split second then erupted in laughter. Bakura glared at the giggling baby.

Tongue still hanging out, he handed Kira to Amara, glared at her then proceeded upstairs.

“He said you’re lucky he loves you and your spitting camel child so much,” Ryou choked out, wiping tears from hiss.
s.

“You knew that would happen,” Joey started laughing anew.

“Yep. She sure did, and I did too,” Mokuba lay on the floor holding his sides.

Malik looked at his sister, who waslingling and wiping at her eyes as well. “I guess people do change.”

“Yes, Malik. They do, with the right motivation,” she said softly.

An hour passed, and Malik found himself actually having a good time, talking and joking with the others. Kira was fascinated with his earrings and wanted him to hold her constantly so she could smack at them. He was more than a little disappointed when Isis stood to go.

“I can be contacted through the museum, and will begin researching immediately,” she took Amara’s hands in hers. “Do not fear, we will find the truth and keep your baby safe. I will contact you as soon as I have discovered anything.”

“Please, come back next Saturday for dinner. This shouldn’t just be a working trip for you, and bring your friend, Odeon.”

“Thank you, we will.”

Amara pulled Malik into a warm hug, “Don’t be a stranger.”

Isis saw something she hadn’t seen in several months, her brother smiled, a genuine happy smile. “There is more to this girl than meets the eye.”

“Yes, there is,” Seto agreed.

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After seeing the Ishtars out, Amara returned to the living room. She sat in a chair facing everyone, “Okay, what’s the deal with Malik?”

No one said anything, suddenly finding anything and everything more interesting to stare at than the red head.

“Yami?” Amara’s tone was demanding.

The former pharaoh sighed, “Malik has a darkness within his soul.”

“You mean a yami, like you and Bakura?”

“No,” Yami looked up locking onto her soft blue eyes. “Malik’s darkness was born of his anger and hatred towards his father and the life he was forced to live. It was brought to life by the shadow magic of the Millennium Rod,” he explained.

“Okay, so what’s the deal between you guys and him?” She knew there had to be more to it than that for the young man to react the way he had.

“His dark wanted to steal Yami’s power and rule the world as the new Pharaoh,” Yugi cast a cautious glance at the former ruler. “She deserves to know, Yami.”

He nodded, “You are right, aibou. She does.”

“I’m waiting,” Amara’s impatience made her tone overly harsh.

“He participated in the Battle City tournament, hoping to win the Millennium Puzzle, and by doing so my power.”

Joey looked up. “Everyone he defeated, he sent to the Shadow Realm,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “He did me.” Tristan placed a comforting hand on the blond’s shoulder.

“And me.”

Bakura glared at a spot on the floor several feet in front of him, anger radiating from him in waves. Ryou laid his hand on the thief’s arm, and gasped when Bakura clasped it tightly. “I’m sorry for the pain I caused you then, my light,” he murmured.

Ryou kissed Bakura’s cheek, laying his head on his shoulder, “It is forgiven, love.”

The emotions playing across Bakura’s face gave Amara an idea of how deeply the incident had affected him, which in turn gave her an idea of how deeply it had affected everyone else. “So what happened after Yami defeated him or rather his dark?”

“Everyone was freed from the Shadow Realm and the normal Malik was in control again,” Yugi snuggled closer to Yami, seeking comfort from the frightening memories.

“So, his darkness is gone?”

Yami shook his head, “No, only suppressed and controlled.”

“It can come back!?”

“Yes Tristan, it can, and probably has on a few occasions,” Yami answered. “Malik is the only one who can answer that for certain.”

“Great,” Otogi sounded bitter.

“Hey, be fair guys,” Amara frowned at them. “You gave Bakura a chance, why not Malik? In case you didn’t notice, he was more unnerved by of all of you than the other way around. And you,” she pointed to Bakura, “Should know better than anyone else, people can change.”

“With the right motivation,” the spirit said softly, stroking Ryou’s hair.

Amara caught a small nod from Yami at Bakura’s comment, but thought nothing more of it when he smiled at Yugi. “Maybe he can find his motivation here, in Domino City. Give him a chance guys, you did me.”

“You haven’t tried to kill us,” there was a hard edge to the blond’s voice.

Amara looked at the baby monitor, “No, I just brought the means to the end of the world with me.” Everyone in the room was silent, deep in their own thoughts.

“Amara’s right,” Ryou looked up. “We should give him a chance. He didn’t seem the same tonight. It was as if he were scared...lost even.”

“We do need their help to keep our ladies safe,” Tristan grinned at Amara. “So it’s worth a shot.” Everyone agreed.

“Just one more question before we all turn in,” Amara looked at Yami. “If his dark manifested with this rod, where is it now?”

“I have it.”

Amara looked wide eyed at Seto, “You?”

“Yes, I am apparently the rightful holder of that item.”

“Do you have a spirit you too?”

“Not to my knowledge,” Seto looked relieved.

“Why not?”

‘That is something I have wondered myself for quite some time,’ Yami turned to look at the teen billionaire as well.

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated as always.

To Lady Elfskye: Yep Amara has got spunk, and it comes out later on again several times. Joey gets a little helping hand and becomes a happy man. How’s your story coming?