I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

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 DIDN’T FIND ANYTHING THAT MAY BE OFFENSIVE, BUT SOMEONE MAY, SO YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.**

“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]]
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 24


Andrew opened the front door, as his employer came out from his office. The nervous looking man standing there refused to come in, holding out an envelope to the young CEO instead. He nodded then practically ran down the steps to his car.

Seto opened the letter and was frowning deeply before the butler had the door closed.

“Sir?”

“Andrew, re gre going to be subjected to a home inspection by the Children’s Welfare Services at six this evening.”

Andrew’s frown matched his employer’s. “This is highly irregular; we were inspected at the beginning of the summer.”

Seto nodded. “I believe the same person, or persons, behind the report of Amara not attending school; happen to be behind this as well.”

“No need to concern yourself, sir. Tessa and I know exactly what to do, and the house will meet all requirements by the appointed time.”

“Thank you, Andrew,” Seto smiled slightly at the determined look on Andrew’s face.

“Do what?” Amara and Mokuba holding Kira walked into the foyer from the kitchen.

Seto’s smile grew. Standing in front of him was his family. His family. And he was determined to do whatever it took to keep it.

“We are being inspected this evening.”

“Great!” Mokuba exclaimed. “Why? We just had one?”

“This is simply another ploy to remove Amara and Kira from the house. It will fail as well,” Seto reassured them. “But everything must be ready by six this afternoon.”

Mokuba sighed loudly. “I’ll go work on my room until time to go to school then finish it up after.”

“I’ll fix up Joey’s room,” Amara smiled. She knew the blond would want to stay with Tristan. “He’d feel bad if you took a hit because of him.”

She didn’t say anything more but what she left unsaid spoke volumes to the CEO.

Seto pulled the slim girl into a comforting hug. “I promised to keep you and Kira safe, and I intend to keep that promise. No one will take our daughter from you, or either of you from me.”

Amara leaned into him. “Do you mean that?”

“Every word.”

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“Hello, Miss Amara.”

“Hi, Anthony,” Amara turned and smiled at the chauffer. “What are you up to?”

“Just cleaning the limo a little. It needed it,” he tossed a dirty towel into a hamper. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yeah, I wanted to pick the guys up after school today, and I need a car.”

“I thought the house had to be readied for the inspection.”

“We finished.”

“What about your guards?” Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly; all who worked closely to Seto had been informed of the red heads dislike of having guards constantly accompany her.

Amara rolled her eyes. “Ray is on duty today and he has his bike. He can follow me.”

Anthony nodded and turned on all the overhead garage lights. “Master Kaiba told me to make any car you wanted available to you at any time,” he grinned at her. “So, pick one out.”

She walked down the two rows, feeling like a child with a fistful of cash in a candy store. She chatted with the driver about various cars until they neared the end and a sheet covered car caught her attention. “What’s under there?”

Grinning, Anthony walked over and removed the cover with a flourish. Amara’s eyes went unbelievably wide and her mouth dropped open.

“Holy mother of Henry Ford, it’s... it’s a....,” she pointed at the bright red car. “Nineteen seventy Mach 1 Mustang,” she peeked over the driver’s side door. “Stick shift,” she said in an awed whisper. “Convertible. These cars were custom ordered from the factory.”

Her reaction didn’t go unappreciated by Anthony. “Yes it is. It is Master Kaiba’s first car. He found the body in a salvage yard and paid to have it restored and converted over the over the way he wanted it.”

“Can I...?” she motioned to the hood.

“Go ahead.”

Amara whistled in amazement at what she saw. The engine was chromed out and all the applicable parts were of the more durable high performance variety. She pointed to twin small cylinders attached to the fire wall. “Is that?”

“Yes it is,” Anthony grinned.

“Can I take this one?” she asked hopefully.

“Think you can handle it?” Amara narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed.

Anthony took a set of keys from the lock box on the wall and tossed them at the red head. Amara caught them with the biggest grin on her face. She slipped the key in the ignition and turned it on. The car roared to life then settled into a smooth rumbling purr. She turned it off and headed back inside.

“I thought you were going to go pick up Master Kaiba at school?” Anthony asked.

“Oh, I am,” Amara grinned, holding her skirt out. “But a car like that deserves better than this.”

Anthony chuckled as the door closed behind her. “Master Kaiba has finally met his match.”

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Amara pulled up in front of the school just as the final bell sounded. She thought about waiting for them in the car but decided to make an impression. She unbuckled the seat belt, and grinning, placed her foot on the seat and pushed off to hop over the closed door. She walked around and leaned against the back fender, tapping her foot and humming along with the song on the radio.

Otogi came around the end of the building, headed for the flag pole near the main entrance to wait for his friends. He stopped short when he saw Amara; he looked her up and down, appreciating the way the girl was dressed. On a lot of girls it would be considered trashy, but on Amara, the well fitting short black leather skirt, black tank top, and white silk shirt, which was obviously Seto’s, looked good. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders, she wore no make-up, and her shoes were flat sandals that complemented her slender legs.

He sauntered over, and leaned against the car beside her. “So, what’s a cute little girl like you doing at this dreary place?”

“Being hit on by this really cute and sexy dark haired guy,” she grinned. “Where’s everyone else?”

“My last class is in another building; I cut through the back and meet them there in the front,” he nodded towards the flag pole.

“Well, I guess we can keep each other company until they decide to grace us with their presence.”

Otogi nodded, tossing his books in the front seat. He settled back, listening to the music and noticed Amara unconsciously moving to the beat. The raven haired dice master was never one to pass up an opportunity for fun. “Want to dance?” he asked, leaning in to turn up the radio.

“What? Here?”

Otogi nodded, moving his hips in time with the music. He took a few steps back, and did a very graceful turn, and held his hand out to the red head.

“Sure,” she grinned, taking his hand.

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“Hey, guys!”

Yugi looked around the door of his locker to see Malik walking toward him and Ryou. “Hi, Malik!” he closed the door after retrieving his homework. “What are you doing here?”

“I enrolled today and thought I’d stick around and walk a little ways back with you guys.”

“The more the merrier,” Ryou smiled, looking around. “It’s clear, yami. Come on out.”

“Same for you, Yami.”

Both spirits appeared just as Seto came in from a side hallway. The group headed for the doorway, Ryou and Yugi quizzing Malik about his class schedule. They reached the main entrance to the school and stopped dead.

“Holy shit,” Malik muttered.

Seto mentally repeated his sentiment, but for different reasons. A crowd had gathered, watching Otogi and Amara dancing, and the young CEO’s eyes were glued to the twisting, laughing girl. He watched a few moments, completely unaware of the smile on his face.

“If you don’t get your rich ass out there and kiss my little sister, I’ll gut you where you stand.”

Seto handed his briefcase to Yami and pushed open the door. He strode across the short expanse of cement and caught Amara by the waist as she twirled back from Otogi. He continued the motion, bringing her into a shallow dip and kissed her deeply. They only became aware of the cat calls and whistles a few seconds after breaking apart. One glare from the CEO and they silenced and scattered to anywhere but there.

“I said kiss her, rich boy. Not crawl down her frigging throat,” Bakura growled.

“Jealous Bakura?” Amara asked. “I’ll kiss you too.”

The former thief paled. “Not like that, you won’t.”

“What? I know you like tongue,” she couldn’t help but laugh as the thief turned slightly green.

“Amara, how come you’re here?” Yugi asked, leaning against the car door.

“I thought I’d pick you guys up and then we can cruise over to the htal tal to see Tristan,” she noticed Seto looking at the car. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He shook his head. “Not at all,” he smiled. “That sounds like a good idea,” he looked around and spotted Ray on his bike, waiting a short distance off. Seto nodded to the guard, watching as he made a tight turn before roaring off.

“Well, I rode my bike today, so I’ll meet you guys there, okay?” Otogi grabbed his books from the front seat and turned to go.

“Otogi wait!” Malik called out. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to catch a ride over with you.”

“Sure,” Otogi grinned, tossing Malik the keys to his bike. “You can drive too.”

Stunned, Malik caught the keys. “You sure?” Otogi nodded. “Alright!” The rest watched as the raven haired dice master and the Egyptian walked off, talking animatedly about Otogi’s bike.

“Jump in guys,” Amara hopped over the driver side door, sliding gracefully into the driver’s seat. “I’m driving.”

Seto placed his briefcase in the trunk then sat in the passenger seat. The four remaining looked at each other, trying to decide which seating arrangement would be the least dangerous.

“Yugi, you sit by me,” Amara patted the open space between her and Seto, smiling at the small duelist.

With an energetic bounce, Yugi was between them. “Hope in guys! Let’s go!” he shouted.

Yami slid in behind Amara with Ryou between him and Bakura. Amara and Seto exchanged a silent glance, before she pulled away from the curb. Malik and Otogi pulled up beside them when they stopped at the light.

Amara headed for the Domino City Hospital with Malik following. When they reached downtown and the street went from two lanes to four to accommodate the traffic, the cyclist pulled up alongside the car. Amara noticed two cars, one green and the other white, stopped side by side some distance behind them, also waiting for the light to change. They had been following her since they had left the school and until she had thought nothing of it.

The light changed and Amara pulled out slowly. Both cars followed as she rounded the corner, accelerating quickly. The white one pulled up close behind the motorcycle, holding a steady speed, the front of the car even with the rear tire of the Mustang. The green one continued closing the gap, rapidly. Amara’s eyes widened when she realized what was about to happen.

“Hang on!!” she shouted, throwing her right arm out to hold Yugi firmly in his seat.

The green car smashed into the rear end, causing the Mustang to jump forward. Yugi screamed, gripping Amara’s arm tightly.

“What the fucking hell was all that shit about?” Bakura demanded.

Amara glanced over her shoulder in time to see the green car closing in on them again. “Yugi, need my arm, baby,” she smiled down at him as she pulled her arm back. “Seto.”

The tall duelist wrapped his left arm around Yugi’s shoulders, pulling the smaller boy tightly against him.

The green car slammed into them again, only this time the white car swerved right, slamming into the driver’s side rear quarter panel. Amara fought hard to keep the front tires from jerking the steering wheel out of her hands.

Amara sped up as fast as she dared with the amount of traffic on the street. Malik sped up to keep pace, but Amara motioned him off, yelling for them to stay clear of the danger. Understanding, Malik sped up and pulled in front of the Mustang then cut through an alley, to pace them from one street over.

Amara shifted down, slowing for a yellow light, fearing for the safety of her passengers if she tried to beat it, when the green car slammed into them again. The Mustang shot out into oncoming traffic from the force. Amara floored the gas, crossing the intersection as a speeding taxi passed where they had been. Both cars followed her, amongst the screech of tires and the unmistakable sounds of a multiple car accident.

“Where’s a less populated place!?” Amara demanded.

Seto pointed left. “Turn here; this road will take you to the industrial section. Very few pedestrians and family vehicles.”

Amara cut the wheels sharp, shifted again, and made the turn, the back end sliding, leaving duel black marks on the pavement. Soon they were flying past warehouses instead of crowded shops. She floored the accelerator, shifting up, and pulled away from the two pursing cars. Malik and Otogi pulled in behind the white car, keeping a safe distance and waiting until they could help their friends.

Amara took corners at reckless speeds, whipped around stationary delivery trucks, and sped down cramped alleys, trying to shake the pursuers. Nothing helped. Suddenly there was a loud pop and something pinged off the driver’s side door.

“They’re fucking shooting at us!” Bakura pushed Ryou down into the seat.

Another bullet hit the rearview mirror, splaying shards of glass over Yugi; one piece cutting his cheek.

“Aibou!”

“He’s alright, Yami,” Seto assured the former Pharaoh, wiping the blood away with the sleeve of his jacket. “It’s only a small scratch.”

“Pull him into the puzzle!”

“Are you insane?! I have never forced Yugi physically into the puzzle!”

“It won’t kill him!” Bakura pressed himself over Ryou at the sound of more gunfire. “But these Ra damned bullets will!”

“Yami,” Yugi whimpered into Seto’s sleeve.

“Bakura?” Ryou’s eyes were wide with fear

Bakura had had enough. His light, and love, was in danger. “Well I’m sure as hell pulling Ryou into the ring!”

“NO!” Amara screamed, turning a corner so hard the driver’s side tires left the road. “I need to keep the car balanced as much as possible! If one goes they both need to!”

“I’m not pulling Yugi in by force!”

Bakura glared. With a burst of speed, the white car pulled up beside them, the driver aiming at the teens. Yami shoved Bakura down and threw himself on top of both white haired teens. Amara saw the danger from the corner of her eye and pulled Seto by his jacket collar over Yugi as she swerved desperately into the white car’s lane.

Bakura shot back up, glaring at Yami, holding Ryou close to him. “Fine! I won’t pull him in...... yet!”

“Good,” Amara whipped around a row of cars into the oncoming traffic lane. “But if anything happens, you BOTH pull them in to keep them from getting hurt,” she dodged a truck, the driver blowing the horn at her, back into her lane. “I need a long straight piece of road!”

“Turn here!” Seto pointed to a side street. “This will lead to the flood drains; they are dry now and go for miles.”

The Mustang lifted up on two wheels again as the girl turned where directed. She floored the gas again, thanking Anthony for being so diligent. Her heart sank when she saw the closed gates she was speeding towards.

“Crash it.”

Amara paused long enough to glance at Seto. She noticed an ugly red smear running across his forehead and hoped it was only blood from Yugi’s cut cheek, but she doubted that it was.

“Crash it,” he nodded towards the gate. “Then angel right, as you go down in the drain.”

Amara tightened her grip on the steering wheel and crashed through the gate, remembering to angel as Seto had instructed. Once on level ground, she straightened the wheel, flooring the accelerator.

“Damn!” Bakura was cursing in two languages. “They’re still following, little sister!”

“Not for long!” With a knowing smirk, Amara flipped the top of the gear shift up, exposing a blue button. She pressed it with her thumb and the Mustang launched forward, leaving the two pursuing cars in the dust.

“One, two, three, four, five,” Amara released the button, the car continuing to accelerate.

“What the hell was that?!”

Grinning, she turned to the stunned CEO. “Like you don’t know.”

He shook his head. “I don’t.”

When the car lost enough speed, Amara hit the brakes, spinning the back end around to face the oncoming pursuers. “It’s nitro.”

Seto stared blankly at her.

“You didn’t know you had nitrous oxide hooked up in this thing??” Amara asked skeptically.

“No. I didn’t.”

Amara shook her head in disbelief. “What teenage boy doesn’t know his car has a nitro injection?”

“Enough about the night shit,” Bakura growled. “In case you haven’t noticed, little sister, we are heading toward those fuckers, not away.”

“Ever heard of chicken?” Amara asked, racing the engine before easing the car forward a few feet before flooring it.

“You are joking, right Amara?” Yami asked wide eyed.

“Not at all,” she hit the blue button on the shifter, once again counting to five. Amara’s face was void of any emotion except total concentration. Her eyes narrowed. “Come on, big boys,” she growled. “Let’s see what ya got, cuz this bitch can drive.”

The car rocketed forward, heading for the two pursuers. Amara steered for the center between them. Seto gripped the dashboard hard enough to send tiny cracks along the plastic. Yugi whimpered, hidhis his face in the brunet’s side.

“Yami....” Ryou muttered, gripping Bakura’s arm. The thief was pale; praying to Ra that Amara knew what she was doing.

Amara eased the Mustang to the right, heading directly for the green car.

“Amara?” Yami’s eyes grew wider.

“Little sister, please.”

Seto glanced at the red head, shocked at the look er fer face.

“I... will... not.... LOSE!!!”

The green car’s driver lost his nerve and swerved away from the Mustang. Amara swerved suddenly, heading for the far side of the white car, whose driver jerked the wheel hard to the right, ramming into the side of his cohort’s car. Amara shot around them, heading for the gate she had earlier crashed through. She sped up the side and out onto the road, slowing down to let Malik and Otogi catch up to them. They took a route away from the scene of the chase and headed for the Kaiba mansion.

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Seto sat in his office, looking over steepled fingers at the official from the Department of Children’s Welfare. She looked over the papers on her clipboard then smiled deprecatingly at the young CEO.

“Well, Mr. Kaiba, everything seems to be in order.”

“Of that I had no doubt, considering I was inspected a few months ago.”

“Oh? I waawaraware of that,” she said, slightly taken aback.

“I am sure you were not,” Seto paused just long enough for the woman to become uncomfortable. “May I have the certificate now?”

She pulled a paper from her clipboard, signed it, and slid it across the desk. “You will find everything is in order, in accordance with our regulations,” she said tight lipped.

“I am sure it is,” he made no motion to examine the paper. “Andrew, would you please see her to the door?”

“Yes, Master Kaiba.”

The woman jumped at the sound of Andrew’s voice.

“This way, madam.”

Seto smirked; it was apparent she had been greatly insulted with the way Andrew said the word ‘madam’. He made a mental note to raise the man’s salary. Andrew returned shortly, bearing more expected and unwanted news.

“Sir, the two applicants for the position of nanny have arrived.”

“Thank you, Andrew. Please tell Amara for her and Kira to come to the office. Once they are settled, bring the first one in, and have the other wait in the front room, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Amara sat with Seto on his office sofa, Kira between them, slapping at Seto’s jacket pocket, making the coins inside jingle. The applicant, a smiling blonde woman of about twenty-six years sat across from them. Seto asked her several questions about her experience and references, and Amara watched the way she interacted with the little family.

The blonde woman smiled sweetly at Seto, acknowledged Amara with a poorly hidden, insulting manner, and completely ignored Kira. In less then five minutes, she had been dismissed, and her application tossed in the trash.

The second woman, a brunet about thirty, conducted herself with an air of respect towards both teens, and asked several questions about Kira. She smiled, and waited patiently while Seto removed the baby’s fingers from his mouth when she pulled herself up, using his arm for support and grabbed. Af. After the questions had been asked and answered by both sides, Amara set Kira in the floor.

The woman immediately joined the baby, talking kindly to her, and waving her hands. Kira sat and regarded her a moment before crawling as quickly as she could to her parents, crying loudly.

“Oh, I’m sorry I made her cry,” the woman apologized, returning to her seat.

Amara picked her daughter up and wiped her eyes. Seto thanked the woman, dismissing her.

“Kira has never reacted that way with anyone.”

Seto nodded, rubbing the baby’s cheek. Kira looked at him and sniffed, before reaching up, wanting him to hold her.

“The first one only wanted to get in my pants,” he looked over Kira’s curly hair to Amara. “And if Kira doesn’t like the other, that’s good enough for me.”

“I agree on both counts,” Amara sighed. “But we’re right back where we started from,” she reached out to gently tickle under Kira’s chin.

“Maybe I can be of some help,” Tessa stepped into the office. “I have someone who may be able to solve your problem. If I may?”

“Please,” Seto and Amara said at the same time.

Tessa smiled, stepping to one side. A woman, who looked like a younger version of Tessa, stepped into the office.

“This is my daughter, Amber.”

“How do you do, Mr. Kaiba, Mrs. Kaiba?”

Seto smiled; he had heard a great deal about Amber from both Andrew and Tessa. “Very well, thank you. Please, have a seat, Amber.”

Amber sat down, handing her resume to the young CEO. He scanned it briefly, noting some very prominent names.

“Why are you applying for this position?” he asked her.

“My former employer deemed his children too old for a nanny, and I found myself without a position,” she grinned, wiggling her fingers at the baby. “Mother told me you were looking for a nanny and I decided to apply.”

Amara set Kira in the floor, and this time, the baby crawled over to Amber and patted her foot. She picked Kira up and bounced her gently on her knee.

“Can you start Monday?” Amara asked.

“Yes, of course,” Amber wiped Kira’s mouth, tapping the baby on the nose.

“What about your husband’s schedule?”

“He works as second butler for the Hattori family; I will be able to stay daily until ten in the evening.”

Seto nodded, he knew of the Hattori family. They owned an extensive shipping company he had used several times.

“I can tend the little angel after Amber has to go home,” Tessa added.

“Amber, you are hired,” Seto said without hesitation. “We can work out a more exact schedule later that gives you the most time off that coincides with your husband’s schedule.”

“Thank you, Master Kaiba,” Amber smiled, handing Kira back to Amara. “I’ll be here early Monday morning.” She thanked them both then followed her mother out the door.

“That was easy,” Amara grinned, taking Seto’s keys from Kira’s fist.

“I am not surprised,to pto pulled his hand back when Kira grabbed his wrist. Amara watched as he rubbed at it as if in pain.

“Anything wrong?” she asked.

“No,” he mentally shook himself. “How are you doing after this afternoon?”

“I’m okay, a little shaky still, but okay,” Amara brushed the hair from Seto’s brow. “How’s the head?”

“Okay,” he brushed his fingertips over the burn on his forehead. “That bullet must have had my name on it.”

Amara paled slightly. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“It was only a joke, dove,” he pulled her against him. “And a very poor one. I’m sorry.”

“Have the men you sent out come back with anything yet?”

“No, only some pieces of wreckage where they two cars smashed into each other in the flood drain.”

“And nothing to point to any identity,” Amara whispered.

Seto shook his head, tightening his hold on the slim girl.

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Incompetents! He was surrounded by incompetents!

“The inspector found no reason to remove anyone from the Kaiba mansion, sir.”

“Did she fucking look?!”

He wasn’t sure if his boss wanted an answer to that, so he figured to play it safe and say nothing.

“What of the operative placed with the employment agency?”

“The operative did not acquire the position, sir.”

“Terminate her employment.”

“Done, sir.”

“Did she give explexplanation?”

“She claims she was not hired because the vessel did not like her, sir.”

“Figures, damned brat!” the man moved in front of the window, the moonlight glinting off his snow white locks. “Anything else?”

“Yes, sir. Our observers of the Kaiba mansion followed the girl to the high school. They called in Beta team, and together attempted to crash the girl’s car and procure her person.”

“And WHAT exactly did those fools hope to accomplish with that!?”

“They had hoped by injuring the passengers and acquiring the girl that they would be able to obtain the vessel, sir.”

“All they have obtained is an extremely deep hole.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Now, get out and get me that damned child!”

“Yes, sir.”


TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: Yeah!! No more hurricanes!! Tristan’s parents are going to return, much to their discomfort. And there is more cuteness coming with Tristan. Hope you like it.

To Dragon Dreamer Yamidragon: Oh, kill away, they can be revived. And Tris- refer to How Do I Live... those are too cool parents. Thanks for all the help guys!!