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**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE, FOUL LANGUAGE, CRASS HUMOR, AND SLANDEROUS REMARKS**

“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 27

Seto sat on Mokuba’s bed, staring out the window at the mid-morning sunlight. He was leaned back against the headboard, with Mokuba sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest and clutching his arm. It was a comfortable position they had shared many times when the younger Kaiba brother had been upset or frightened. They had been sitting there, quietly for at least an hour; it had taken that long for Mokuba to bring his tears under control.

“Why, Seto?” he whispered. “Why did you let him do that to you?”

“To keep you safe. To make sure you were provided for. To keep us together.”

“Couldn’t you have told someone? Gotten us out? Then you’da been safe too?”

Seto shook his head, stroking Mokuba’s hair. “They would have separated us. I would have gone to a clinic for sexually abused children, and you would have been sent back to the orphanage. There would have been little chance of us being placed together with the stigma of my abuse. Few will take on a child with that kind of history.”

The younger sniffed. “I can never pay you back for that. Never in a million years.”

Seto smiled, laying his cheek against raven locks. “You don’t have to. I love you, little brother, and I would go through it again and worse in a heartbeat for you. Yet, if you feel you need to repay me, I know of a way.”

Hopeful grey eyes looked up into loving blue. “Anything.”

“Live a long and happy life, filled with everything and everyone you love.” He smiled at the confused look on Mokuba’s face. “That is all I have ever wanted for you.”

A small smile crossed Mokuba’s face. “I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too.”

Several minutes passed with the two brothers lost in their own thoughts.

“Seto?”

“Yes?”

“Next weekend is the festival at the beach. Can we go?”

“Mh’hm. We can leave as soon as school is dismissed.”

“Thank you,” Mokuba said softly.

“You’re welcome, but it is only a festival.”

Mokuba shook his head. “Not just that, I mean for everything. For being my brother. For caring about me so much to go through all that for so long, just.... everything. I never understood why you were so quiet and withdrawn all the time. I kinda do now, and I want you to know ........ well, I’m grateful.”

“I love you, Mokuba. You are all I had for so long. Everything I have done is for you.” Seto untangled himself from his brother to get a damp cloth and wash the tear streaks from Mokuba’s face. “Let’s go downstairs and see what everyone is up to?”

Mokuba nodded then got up and followed him out the door. Going down the hall, he leaned against Seto, wrapping an arm around his brother’s waist. “Maybe we can talk Amara into feeding Kira too much then let Bakura play with her,” he smiled mischievously, his former carefree self returning.

Seto chuckled. “It has been a while since she’s done anything to him. He is due, and Amara is starting Kira on strained spinach today.”

Both brothers were still grinning when they joined everyone on the patio. Joey was smirking at Amara who was scowling right back at the blond.

“Come on, ‘Mara. Tell. Who do you think is sexy?”

“What is this, pick on the girl day?”

“No,” Joey grinned at her. “We got Malik too.”

Amara glanced over at the slightly blushing blonde. “Fine. I can’t leave him to fend you scavengers off by himself now can I? I think you all are sexy, but each in a different way.”

“That’s cheating!” Joey frowned indignantly.

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Not.”

“Too!”

“Not.”

“TOO!!”

Seto chuckled. Apparently he wasn’t the only person who could irritate the hot tempered blond so quickly. “Let it go, puppy. She never backs down.”

“Yeah, she even made me give up and quit.”

Joey stared at Mokuba. The raven haired boy just nodded, continuing to dig out an enormous glob of ice cream and squish it onto a much too small cone.

“It is a fair answer, Joey. You asked who was sexy, and Amara finds us all to be so.”

Joey glared at Yami as if he had just changed sides in the most important war in all of history.

“Okay, then. WHAT makes each of us sexy?” he smirked anew, thinking he had gotten the better of the red head.

“That’s easy,” Amara dug a spoonful of ice cream out of her bowl. “Tristan is the kind of man every woman knows will love her completely and forever, giving her the moon if she wanted it. YOU are carefree and fun with the undeniable excitement of a troublemaker. Ryou has an air of untainted innocence. Bakura is wild and untamed, oozing danger. Yami is regal, the draw of a powerful ruler willing to let himself be controlled by a single person. Malik is mysterious. Otogi is exotic. Yugi has an air of childlike innocence which hides a raging stallion about to burst out. And the fact you all are ‘fall over on your back with your legs in the air’ gorgeous is a plus.”

Several faces were tinged with pink.

“You forgot someone, Amara,” Ryou looked pointedly from her to Seto.

The corners of Seto’s mouth twitched.

“I didn’t forget him,” Amara smiled. “He’s all of that rolled into one.”

No one saw the evil gleam in Bakura’s eyes. “The fact he has a huge cock helps too.”

Amara nodded absently, licking her spoon. “Yeah, over nine inches is rather big in my book.”

No one said a word.

Seto grinned and held up three fingers. He lowered one then another. When the last finger folded, Amara’s face went totally red; her eyes flew open wide.

“Oh my gods. Did I just say that?”

“Yes. You did,” Seto smirked. “And I am flattered.”

“I knew Seto was big, but ..... damn.” Tristan grinned. “No wonder I was so totally satisfied. How about you, Amara?”

Amara’s face burned. “Kill me now,” she muttered into her hands.

“There’d be no fun in that,” Otogi grinned at her. “We’d lose the opportunity to crucify you with this for years to come.”

“And I just bet you will.”

The raven haired dice master nodded.

Feeling the need to rescue the lovely damsel in distress, Yugi jumped up. “Let’s go play some baseball.”

Amara shot him a grateful look.

“Sounds good. I’m in.”

“Me too.”

“I’ll play.”

“I’m umpire,” Tristan stood up, turning towards the lawn.

“You can call them as good as any of em,” Joey laughed.

“Hey, mess with me, bud, and I’ll cart you off to the showers.”

“We haven’t even started yet. How can you send me to the showers?”

“Didn’t say send,” Tristan smirked. “I said cart.”

Joey just grinned.

“I’d like to play,” Malik stood, looking a little uncertain.

“I will too, so the sides are even,” Otogi smiled at the blond Egyptian.

“Speaking of sides, who’s with who?”

“Shirts against skins,” Yugi said, peeling off his shirt.

“Works for me,” Malik followed suit, causing Otogi to bit back a moan.

“Me too.”

“Damn, now I wish I could see.”

“Don’t worry, Tris. I’ll take you a picture,” Joey tossed his shirt at the brunet, draping it over his head.

“You’d better.”

Mokuba carried out an armful of equipment from the storage bin in the garage, dumping it on the patio. “I pitch first.”

Joey picked up a bat, giving it a few experimental swings. “I’m batting first.”

The game was well underway in a matter of moments.

“You’re not playing, oh illustrious King of Games?” Bakura smirked.

Yami shook his head, ignoring the thief’s smart remark and never taking his eyes from the game. Normally, he would have been in the middle of the action, but two very important reasons held him back. One, Yugi was shirtless and sweaty, a complete distraction for the former ruler. Two, it was hard to move quickly with an erection from watching your shirtless and sweaty hikari running around.

Amara had just finished nursing Kira when Malik called out, “INCOMING.” She looked up to see the ball hit the edge of the patio and bounce to the left of where she was sitting.

“I’ll get it. I’m closest.”

Bakura watched as she picked up the ball and headed to the edge of the patio to throw it out. He smirked when he noticed a blob of half melted ice cream lying in her path and she apparently didn’t see it. Right when Amara’s bare foot touched the melted goo; he made his move.

“FROG!”

Amara screamed, thinking she had squished some poor, defenseless, woman eating, slimy, creature of the underworld. She jumped back, her arms flying out, sending the baseball sailing up with incredible force.

“Bakura! You asshole!”

Said thief had fallen out of his lounge chair and was holding his sides laughing.

Everyone came in to see what had happened and stopped short when the baseball came down. Right onto Yami’s crotch.

“RA!” Yami fell back holding himself. Bakura looked up then fell back, laughing harder.

Yugi rushed to his injured other. “Yami! Are you okay?!”

“I’m crippled for life,” the former ruler groaned.

Otogi picked up a chilled soda from the table, holding it out to the injured yami. He couldn’t help but smile. “Sorry, man, but better you than me, you know?”

Yugi glared. “He needs ice.”

Otogi set the can back on the table then took a drink from his glass. He popped an ice cube out of his mouth, dropping it into Yami’s lap. “There you go.”

“Aren’t you supposed to suck on the ice cube then put Yami’s dick IN your mouth instead of dropping the ice on his dick?” Joey grinned.

“Yeah, normally. But his is broke. It might come off.”

Yugi glared the two of them into silence then turned on the thief king. “Yami better not be broken, or I’m gonna cut your cock off and pickle it!”

Bakura sobered up real fast. “Can’t the puzzle fix it?”

“I have no idea,” Yami was beginning to breath again. “Getting hit in the crotch with a baseball is not a common occurrence for me.”

“You better hope it does, yami. If your cock gets pickled, I’m never having sex with you again,” Ryou threatened.

Bakura blinked, a vivid vision of Ryou lying in bed, his pickled manhood in hand popped into his mind, paralyzing the thief with horror. “I wonder about you sometimes, hikari.”

“Damn, I missed the whole thing,” Tristan grumbled.

“You can watch it later,” Seto pointed to the video camera overhead. “My computer taped the entire incident.”

“I guess I’ll be getting plenty of rest for the math exam tomorrow,” Yugi pouted.

“So will I,” Ryou scowled at his yami.

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~Monday~

Amara stood at the front of the class, praying her breakfast wouldn’t come back up. She couldn’t understand why she was so nervous; it was the fourth time she had done this today. She kept her hands flat against her thighs to hide the fact they were sweaty, and it took sheer will alone not to shuffle her feet.

“Good morning, class.”

“Good morning, professor,” the students repeated in unison.

“We have a new student. Please, make her feel welcome.”

Amara knew what to expect. She bowed to the teacher then to the class. “Good morning, I am Amara Kaiba.”

There was the usual collective gasp before the class repeated the morning greeting back to her.

“You may take an empty seat, Miss Kaiba.” Amara gracefully slipped into the seat Ryou and Yugi had kept open for her between them, next to Seto and Joey. “Students, we will begin the exam now.”

Joey leaned over. “Welcome to school, ‘mara.”

Amara smiled weakly over her shoulder at him.

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“So how is your first day going, Amara?”

She set her lunch tray down beside Joey and smiled at Ryou. “It going okay. The intros are getting old fast.”

“I’ll agree to that,” Malik said.

Ryou nodded in agreement. “I found them to be a bit tiresome too.”

Amara looked down the table. “Where’s Seto?”

“Moneybags? He don’t do lunch with the working class,” Joey somehow got out around a mouthful of sandwich.

“Where is he?”

“Library probably.”

Amara stood. “I’ll be back. Yugi guard my lunch from the bottomless disposal there.”

Joey frowned at her retreating back. “She talking about me?”

Amara found her way to the library and true to the blond’s words, there sat Seto typing away on his laptop.

“Hey, even corporate moguls need to eat.”

Seto glanced up, smiling. “I doubt you can call what they attempt to pass off as food here edible.”

“The only thing I got was a drink. Tessa fixed us something, so come on.”

Seto shook his head.

“Wouldn’t you rather spend this time with your friends than alone?”

He seemed to think about that.

Amara knew he was teetering and decided a little push wouldn’t hurt. “Come on,” she closed the computer. “Let’s go torment Joey with what Tessa fixed. That’s always fun.”

Seto couldn’t help but be drawn in by Amara’s enthusiasm; he let her lead him to the cafeteria and was looking forward to this lunch break. As she was about to open the doors, Amara notice Seto hesitate.

“Think of it this way, Mr. CEO. You are just walking through the future employee pool to have a meeting with your future department heads; which you’re used to, instead of walking through a cafeteria crowded with you same age peers, which you’re not.”

Seto had to admit, this girl knew him rather well. He took her hand and pushed open the doors.

Joey just happened to look up right when the doors opened. “Holy shit.” He somehow managed not to spew soda all over Otogi.

“What?” Ryou looked up to see what had so shocked his friend. “Bugger me. She did it.”

Seto Kaiba was in the cafeteria. The first time ever that anyone could remember. The room quieted as they pair wove their way through the tables.

“Grab a seat, moneybags,” Joey grinned. “Saved you some fries.”

With that the spell was broken and the room returned to is normally noisy state. Seto had barely sat down when Amara set a container in front of him.

“No idea what it is, but it’s safe since Tessa made it.”

“Tessa?” Joey looked up. “You got Tessa food? Gonna finish that, Seto?” He reached for the container.

“I may, mutt.” Seto was just a tad bit faster, which was saying something when it came to Joey Wheeler and food.

The remainder of their lunch passed quickly with Seto wondering why he hadn’t done this before. It felt as it would have had they all been sitting in his mansion somewhere. Then it hit him, it felt like home. Home wasn’t just a place; it was the people.

“Wow, Seto,” Otogi grinned. “You should smile like that more often. Looks good on you.”

As they started to leave, Amara was yanked back suddenly by someone grabbing her arm.

“Hey, sexy baby, how’s ‘bout you and me having some fun later today?”

“Pardon?” She tried to pull her arm from the boy’s grasp, only to be held tighter.

“I figured you might like a real man, not some pansy freak who’s fucking other guys, if you know what I mean.”

“I do. Now remove you hand from my arm before I remove it from yours.”

The boys stopped when Malik noticed Amara wasn’t with them.

“Hey, come on. What’s tight ass Kaiba got that I don’t?” he said indignantly.

Amara tapped her chin with a forefinger as if pondering his question. “Oh, I know!” She snapped her fingers. “Personality, taste, manners, class, intelligence,” she looked the boy up and down. “A dick.”

The boy’s eyes flew open wide.

“And how would you know whether or not his ass is tight?” Amara yanked her arm from his now slack grip. “I shit bigger than you, ass wipe.” She walked over to join her friends amongst the applause of several tables.

The boy watching them leave then walked over to a brunette girl standing alone by the far doors.

“I’d kick her ass after that for free, babe, but you just remember to bring me my seventy-five bucks.”

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~Tuesday~

Amara sighed as she washed her hands. She had been attending school for two days and had taken three exams and been assigned three papers due the following week. “Man, and here I thought I was done with this,” she muttered.

She shook the water from her hands before reaching for a towel and bumped into someone. “I beg you pardon.”

The girl scowled, looking down her nose at Amara.

“Excuse me. I’d like to get a towel.”

“What? No maid to get you one?”

‘Oh, shit. Here we go.’

“I would prefer not to be late to class. MOVE!”

“Make me, rich bitch!”

Amara’s eyes narrowed. “Remember, you asked for it.”

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Slightly breathless, Amara slipped into her seat a few seconds before the bell rang. She pulled her folder containing her paper out of her satchel, acting as if nothing in the world was wrong.

“Amara, what happened? You were almost late,” Yugi whispered.

“I had a slight confrontation with some chick in the bathroom.”

Seto frowned. “Confrontation?”

“It’s alright,” Amara handed the passing teacher her paper before finishing. “I took care of it by introducing her to a long standing, little known, part of American education.”

“What’s that?” Joey asked.

Every student in the class turned towards the door. A once blonde haired girl walked in. She apologized to the teacher, handing her a pass, excusing her absence before quickly taking her seat, slumping down as far as she could, trying to hide her now blue tinged hair.

“A swirly.”

Joey burst out laughing, soon followed by the entire class. Amara just smiled slightly, continuing to copy the homework instructions from the front board.

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“Gods, what a day,” Amara muttered, closing her locker. “This would freak out most college students in America, let alone the high school kids.”

She headed down the hall, turned left, and went down a flight of stairs, hoping she was headed in the right direction to meet up with the boys. She slowed when she was two familiar faces standing in the hallway ahead.

“Well, at least this is just like America,” she sighed.

“Going somewhere, rich bitch?”

“Home. Excuse me.”

“I see you found some manners. Maybe down in the front of Kaiba’s pants?”

Amara stepped to one side to go around the boy from the cafeteria; he moved over, blocking her way.

“Is that how you got into Kaiba’s good graces,” the blue haired girl sneered. “On your knees, sucking him off?”

“That’s the only way she coulda. Everybody knows Kaiba’s not into skirts, he only fucks studs.”

Amara glared at the pair. “Jealous?”

The boy’s cruel laugh turned into an even crueler snarl. “I’ll show you just how much of a man I am, bitch!”

“At least you know the difference between a bitch and a whore. Whore fucks anybody, like her. Bitch fucks anybody but YOU!”

The infuriated boy’s hand flew out so fast Amara couldn’t move to avoid it.

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Seto patiently waited for Joey and Yugi to join him at the end of the hall. He checked the time and wasn’t worried about being at the courtroom on time.

“Hot date, rich boy?”

Seto turned to see Ryou and his yami coming towards him. “Actually, I have a court appointment in half an hour regarding the crib that collapsed on Kira.”

“That won’t be too long will it?” Yugi asked, as he and Yami came up beside the trio.

“No, it should last no longer than fifteen minutes, maximum.”

“Well, the sooner we get outta here, the quicker you get there, and the quicker you get home. So, let’s go get ‘mara and head out,” Joey turned down the hallway leading to the second floor stairs. He stopped short when he heard the echo of skin being slapped, hard.

As one, the boys ran down the hallway, each thinking the same thing.

Seto pulled up short when he saw the bright red handprint on the side of Amara’s face. He pinned the smirking boy with a frigid glare that had made men twice his age shudder. The boy soon broke out in a cold sweat, shuffling his feet.

“Got something to say about it, Kaiba?” he sneered.

Nothing.

“Didn’t think so.”

No one saw Seto move, but they all heard the smack when his open hand hit the boy’s face. And if by chance they missed that, they couldn’t miss the boy slamming into the row of lockers behind him.

Seto turned his glare on the girl. “Be thankful I do not hit females.”

“La, de, fucking da.”

“However, exceptions can be made.”

Amara had had enough. “Seto, she’s not worth the time, nor the effort, let’s just go.”

He cupped her cheek, lightly running his thumb over the hot, skin. With a nod, he pulled Amara against him and turned to go.

“Geeze, Miz Bitch, who lit the fuse on your tampon?”

Amara stopped. She dropped her books on the floor, and turned back to face her tormentor.

“I have had enough of you, and your better than the world attitude to last me a lifetime.” The next thing anyone knew, the girl was on the floor out cold, and Amara was shaking her fist.

She turned to the boy. “Want some too?”

He turned and ran.

“Let’s go, slugger,” Joey started to hand Amara her books. “On second thought, I’ll carry these. You need some ice.”

Seto kisses her bruised hand then her cheek. “There is some in the limo.”

Bakura slowly followed; his expression deadly. When they reached the stairs, he turned, going in the direction the boy had ran.

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He didn’t stop running until he was two blocks from the school. He slowed to a walk and went another four before stopping to catch his breath.

“Fuck! That’s not worth a measly seventy-five dollars,” he ducked into a dark alley, leaning against the dirty brick to catch his breath. “She’s paying me a helluva lot more than that.”

Bakura watched him stop as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “What in Ra’s name do they teach in that place?” he shook his head. “This is too easy.” He cut down the block to come up from the back of the alley.

He wasn’t really surprised to see the guy still leaning on the wall, halfway through a cigarette. He picked up a broken piece of brick and sent it sailing overhead to clatter in front of his prey.

“Who’s there!” A low growl echoed along the darkened alley. “Come out, you fuckers!!” Another clatter sounded, this time closer. The boy squinted into the darkness, his imagination playing tricks in the dim light. The growling became louder. The boy began to back down the alley, tripping over unseen piles of garbage. “I gotta knife!”

“So do I,” Bakura hissed, grabbing him around the throat. “You better make peace with whatever gods you believe in, meat. Tonight, you’ll need it.”

He moved farther into the shadows, ignoring the gouges in his arm the boy made trying to break the iron grip on his throat.

“You made a HUGE mistake, meat. She’s my sister. Until she’s married, you answer to me when you hurt her.”

The boy struggled with renewed strength as his air flow was drastically reduced.

“You hit her. I’m going to make sure you never hit anyone again,” he purred, licking the side of the boy’s face and growling in the back of his throat.

The boy went chalk white.

Bakura clamped his left hand on the boy’s jaw, holding his mouth closed as he tore his shirt off with his right. “It’s been a while since I have done this, so forgive me if I’m a tad bit sloppy.” He grabbed his upper arm, taking a few seconds to admire the Jolly Roger tattoo on the boy’s bicep. “I’ll try to keep it intact for you.” He jerked the boy’s arm down and back, giving it a hard twist.

There was a sick pop when the shoulder dislocated. The boy groaned in pain, his legs going weak.

“Hey, be a man! You can hit a girl two heads shorter than you, but you can’t take a little pain? Damn, my light’s got more guts than you, meat.” Bakura swung the now useless arm back and forth, watching the dim light glint off the boy’s watch. “Well, that’s enough of that.”

Utilizing his yami strength, Bakura twisted the arm, slowly. The sickening sound of tearing flesh sounded through the alley, along with the muffled screams of a tortured human. When the arm came loose, he dropped the dying boy in an oily puddle of slime, and examined his handiwork.

He frowned at the writhing, crying boy at his feet. “Can’t you be quiet?” He tore the sleeve off the boy’s shirt, stuffing it into his mouth. “That’s better. Here,” he pushed the shredded cloth into the boy’s other hand and placed it on the gaping hole where his arm was once attached. “Press down hard; it’ll stop bleeding, eventually,” he grinned evilly, showing his fangs. “Only got so much in you.”

Bakura started to leave, carrying the still twitching arm with him. “Ryou’s going to be pissed if I show up with this,” he shook his head. “Why he bitches so much about blood on the floor is beyond me. It washes up.” He pulled out his dagger and cut the little finger off. “There. This should be bloodless by the time I get home.” He tossed the remainder behind him and walked out into the fading light.

He took a deep breath and grinned, tossing the finger into the air and catching it. He had gone less than a block when the screaming began.

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“Sir, our operatives have reported the mother of the vessel has begun attending Domino High.”

“Proceed with operation Retrieval.”

“Yes, sir. We shall have the mother in our possession within twenty-four hours.”

The darkness began to swirl in on itself, as if in anticipation.

“And we shall have the child within thirty-six.”

As the man left the room, he heard a cruel, unearthly sound start low, growing in volume and malice. It was much too deep a sound to be coming from his employer. He paused in the hallway, glancing back towards the door. Maybe his true employer wasn’t the man he had worked for for so many years.

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~Wednesday~

“You can say one thing about Domino High; you’re not a new student for very long.”

Amara nodded, brushing her hair back from her face. “Yeah, it’d be unheard of for a new student to be expected to complete a three month assignment on time when it’s three-fourths over,” she grinned at Ryou. “I’d be dead if your father didn’t have some books written in English I could borrow.”

The white haired boy smiled back. “I’m happy to help you, Amara. I don’t know how many Father has, but I do know he has three. He is quoted in them.”

“I guess that’s as good a reason as any to have a book,” she grinned.

Neither teen took notice of the bright yellow and green, floral delivery van following them; they were a common sight on the roadway they were walking down.

“How did you convince Seto to let you walk home with me without your guards?”

“You,” she chuckled at the look on Ryou’s face. “I think anyone after me would think twice if they knew Bakura was just a mental call away.”

“That is true, but if they were to have seen him last night, they would have thought otherwise. He was acting like a scolded child and all I did was look at him. He never did tell me where the hell he got that finger either.” Ryou shook his head, letting out a long suffering sigh.

They stopped at the corner, waiting for the light. “Did you ask him?”

“Yes. He .....distracted me,” Ryou blushed.

Amara laughed, knowing exactly what Ryou meant. Her grin faded as she watched the van slow. “What are they thinking? They have the light.”

“Bad drivers are not limited to countries where English as the primary language.”

“I guess not.”

The light changed. As the two teens stepped off the curb, the van sped up, stopping in front them. The side door flew open, and two men jumped out of the back running around to shove them into the van.

Ryou’s eyes started to glaze over. “NO!” Amara shouted in English. “Wait. Too many.”

“No talking! Both of you shut up!” The driver snapped as he sped off.

Amara shifted her eyes from Ryou to the front windshield rapidly, hoping he would catch on. She sighed inwardly when she saw his eyes take on a far away look but not the unfocused glaze of a complete mental connection with his dark.

Ryou contacted Bakura, telling him they had been abducted. He sent as much information as he could to his other, receiving reassurance that help was coming in return. He briefly focused on Amara and nodded slightly.

There were five men in the van, the driver, a passenger, holding a gun on the two teens, the pair holding them, and another armed man sitting by the rear door. The van was clean, too clean in Ryou’s opinion. It felt sterile. There were no distinctive sounds to be heard over the hum of the engine, and from his position on the floor, Ryou couldn’t see anything other than nondescript buildings and clear sky.

After half an hour the van came to a stop. The driver and passenger got out. One opened the side door while the other held open the door to a warehouse. Ryou glanced around quickly, taking in as much as he could, hoping Bakura would recognize the area. He took a slightly longer look at the street sign before scanning the front of the building. He knew they were near the industrial area and Bakura often came there prowling at night.

They were pulled inside and the door slammed shut and bolted by the last abductor entering. Ryou’s guard roughly pushed him into a chair, tying his hands behind him.

Amara’s guard was by no means gentle, shoving her towards a chair, snickering when she stumbled. “Sit!”

Once she was seating and secured to their satisfaction, the guards moved to a far corner. The driver pulling out a cell phone.

Ryou was too far away for her to talk to him without being overheard, but she hoped the guards spoke little if any English. “Are you alright?’

Ryou nodded. “These ropes are a little tight, but I’ll live.”

“Did you get anything across?”

“Yes, I hope it was enough.”

“Shut up! No talking!” The guard noticed Ryou cringe slightly. “Girl, you do as we say, or he will suffer the consequences of your actions.”

Amara said nothing.

“Proceed with the interrogation,” the driver said, snapping his phone closed.

The guard closest to Amara nodded. “Where is the child?”

Amara frowned and kept silent.

“Where is the child!”

Another guard moved closer to Ryou. “Answer him or your lover will be the one to suffer,” he grabbed a handful of snow white hair.

“She’s at home. Where she belongs.”

Ryou’s guard let go of his hair.

“See? You answer my questions, and no one gets hurt. What is her schedule for tonight?”

“Eat. Bath. Shit. Puke. Piss. Want to play diaper?”

Ryou’s guard backhanded the white haired hikari across the mouth.

“NO!” Amara screamed. “Ryou, you okay!?”

“I’m fine,” he spat blood on the floor. “Bakura’s done worse.”

“We do not make idle threats. Now answer me or he will receive much worse.”

“She doesn’t go out without me.”

The guard turned to the driver who was already placing a call. After a very brief conversation, he snapped the phone closed and nodded.

Amara’s guard grinned at her. “We’ll just go get her. HE stays here for collateral and we take you to go get the child.”

“NO! Amara don’t gi...”

Ryou was cut off by another blow to the mouth.

“Leave him alone!”

“Give us what we want and we will.”

The guard grabbed Ryou’s hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make the boy cry out.

Fearing for her friend’s safety, Amara made a desperate attempt to divert their attention from Ryou to her. “HEY! Asswipe! You so big and tough you can only beat up on girls and tied up boys? You tie up your fuck buddy here because it makes you feel good? Or because it’s the only way you can get a fuck!?” she turned to glare at the man in front of her. “You like his slamming into your ass and you all tied up? Make you feel like a man?”

Amara saw the fury rising in his eyes. She watched his fist slowly rise. She had a flash of a dark night with a man silhouetted by lightening flashes raising his hand to her. She heard a crack, felt her jaw go numb then was staring up at the ceiling. For a moment she felt raindrops falling on her face. She screamed when she felt a sudden pain in her side, then all hell broke lose.

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Bakura glared into the refrigerator. He was hungry and everything in the Ra forsaken box had to be cooked. True, he COULD eat raw meat; he actually preferred it to the overdone steaks his light ate. But he would NOT eat his food cold. That was simply uncivilized.

He glanced up at the clock. Ryou would be home anytime, but he was hungry now. He glared at the microwave. Maybe....... No. Last time he had used that demon contraption it had sparked. He thought it had been rather neat to watch. It gave him interesting ideas on how to start fires. Ryou, however, had thrown a fit. So, that was out.

He looked at the stove, and shook his head. He still couldn’t figure out if the little knobs meant how high he wanted the flame or how much food he was going to cook. It would be safer to wait for Ryou.

He grabbed a bag of chips and a cold beer then settled down in front of the TV. He found a documentary on Egyptian pyramids and decided to watch. He could use a few good laughs.

Just as he opened his beer, Bakura felt a spike of panic. He sat up, concentrating on Ryou. He began to get images of men and... guns?! He threw the beer to the floor and grabbed the phone. He growled, trying to remember what Ryou had explained on how to use the infernal device. Taking several deep breaths, he calmed enough to recall he only had to punch one button to call Kaiba, but which one?

Then he remembered, when mad and you hit the phone with your fist, it was the button his middle knuckle hit. He pushed it and waited impatiently for someone to answer.

*Hello?*

“Kaiba,” he growled. “Listen up! Get Joey and the damn Pharaoh there now, Ryou and Amara have been kidnapped!”

*WHAT!*

“Just fucking do it! I’m on my way!”

He threw the phone down and ran for his bike. He stopped, catching an image of a street sign and the front of a building. [[Good job, hikari. I’m coming.]]

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The guard lifted his foot to kick Amara again. He was furious. How dare this bitch insinuate he was less than a man? He never got the chance to land the blow. He fell to the floor in excruciating pain, clutching his leg. He stared in disbelief at the dagger buried to the hilt in his thigh.

“Don’t let them get the girl! We need her to get the kid!”

The driver pulled a gun from his shoulder holster, trying to find a target. There seemed to be dozens of attackers. He paused in disbelief when he realized there were only four!? He aimed at the knife wielding blond, only to have his gun kicked away by the tall brunet. He ducked under Seto’s swing and glanced around to check on his partners. One was down, a dagger in his leg. One was trying to fend off a short wild haired boy who fought with a calm determination and deadly precision. One was trying to keep Seto at arm’s length. And his fourth partner had a white haired fiend clinging to his back who was... he blinked, biting his neck!?

“Retreat!” He headed for Amara. “You’re coming with me,” he sliced through the ropes holding her hands.

Once free, Amara’s senses kicked in full force. Her arm shot up, catching her kidnapper in the chin with the heel of her hand. She scrambled to Ryou, picking up a discarded, bloody knife to free him.

Yami’s opponent suddenly decided size didn’t matter in a fight and ran. Joey jumped in his way, punching him in the face. He took the blow then hit Joey in the stomach, doubling the blond over. Relieved to see Yami stop to make sure Joey was alright, he ran to the driver, pulling the fallen man to his feet. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

“What about the others?”

“Leave them. Race will just slow us down; he caught one in the leg. Devin is dead, that... thing is sucking him dry. And Jake won’t be able to shake Kaiba.”

They ran for the door, ducking under a chair, clumsily thrown by Joey. They burst through and jumped in the van.

Bakura finally let go of the man he had bitten and belched. He saw Amara freeing Ryou; they appeared to be out of harm’s way. Kaiba was beating the hell out of one guy. His technique needed some work, but he made up for it in enthusiasm. Joey was holding his stomach, obviously out of the fight, but the Pharaoh was helping him. Two had gotten away; they would be easy to hunt down later tonight. That left one.

Race watched as his two partners fleeing. “Fuckers. They’re walking dead men. I’ll kill their cowardly asses if the boss doesn’t first,” he muttered. He glanced around to try and salvage something of the operation, and his life. He zeroed in on Amara helping Ryou to stand. “She’ll do.”

Once Ryou was up, Amara pointed to a far corner, pushing him gently in the back. Ryou nodded, understanding. She started to follow but was yanked backwards by her hair.

“You’re mine bitch!” Race slammed his fist into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and bringing her to her knees. “I’m not dying because of some foul mouthed, little slut like you!” He pulled her up by her hair and backhanded her across the face. He grinned evilly. This was his idea of fun, beating some bitch into submission. He hoped the others would keep her would be rescuers occupied a little longer, the only thing better than a good bitch beating was fucking the bitch afterwards.

Ryou screamed at Bakura, vocally and mentally. The yami turned and saw Amara take a second blow to her stomach.

The room suddenly became cold; dark purple and black mists began to swirl. Race looked up and dropped Amara, paralyzed with fear. Never had he seen something as horrifying and the apparition coming out of the mists towards him.

“Fucker’s all yours, Necrofear,” Bakura growled. “Do it ugly.”

The monster nodded once to her master before placing a deathly cold hand on Race’s shoulder and vanished, taking the mists and bone chilling cold with her.

“Nice knowing ya, meat.”

Seto hurried to Amara, berating himself for not simply breaking the man’s neck the first two minutes of their fight. “Amara?”

Somehow, she managed to smile at him through the pain wracking her body. “You can definitely hold your own, dragon.”

“Well, I on the other hand am out of practice,” Joey groaned, leaning on Yami.

“That is not true, Joey. He hit you with brass knuckles.”

“I don’t care what he hit me with. Let’s just go home.”

“I second that,” Ryou said.

They waited by the door for Bakura to finish looking for any evidence as to who was behind the abduction. “Not a Ra damned thing,” he growled, kicking open the door.

Amara leaned on Seto’s arm, wincing with each step. She had never taken a hit to the stomach before, but Joey didn’t seem to be hurting as bad.

Seto opened her car door. A massive cramp hit her as she was about to slid in.

“Gods!”

“What?!” Everyone rushed to her side.

Amara felt an all too familiar sensation between her legs. “Guys, step back a sec.” She turned to face the interior of the car, setting her foot on the door edge. She lifted her skirt and felt a familiar wetness on the inside of her thigh. She paled, beginning to tremble

“Umm, guys, I think I need to go to the hospital,” she held up her fingers showing them the bright red stains. “I’m bleeding.”


TBC

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Author’s note: I am moving. So, there maybe a long wait before the next chapter is posted. I apologize to all my readers but I refuse to live with someone I’ve divorced longer than necessary. Hopefully it will only be a few weeks, but I can’t make promises. However I can say this, there will be more than one chapter when I do post. Thank you all.