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 A CHILD ABDUCTION**

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 3

Amara woke up Monday morning without the aid of her infant alarm. She glanced at the clock on the dresser, taking note that Kira had skipped her 4 am feeding. She hoped it was to be a permanent thing.

Yawning, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the bedstabltable. Opening it, she saw it was a note from Mokuba telling her he and Seto would be at Kaiba Corp for the day. And she was to make herself at home andask ask Tessa or Andrew if she needed anything.

Amara read the note again. Kaiba Corp? Did Seto work for the family business? It seemed a logical assumption. She made a mental note to ask about it later, maybe he could pull a few strings and get her on there as well.

By now Kira was awake and grunting for her breakfast.

After feeding her daughter, Amara dressed her in a mint green dress, with far too many ruffles to be practical and matching booties.

She couldn’t help twirling around in front of the mirror, dressed in her new clothes a few times herself. She knew it was silly but still...she felt like a fairy tale princess. She could remember in detail every brand new piece of clothing she had ever had growing up, all 5 of them.

Amara flat out didn’t give a rat’s ass. She knew it was going to end soon, one way or the other. It always did. So why not enjoy it a bit while she could?

With a final spin, she gathered up Kira, and walked out the door. “Well, pumpkin, let’s go down and see Tessa about earning our keep around here.”

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Mokuba burst into the mansion, thundering down the hall to the living room. “Mokuba! Slow down before you kill yourself.” Andrew scolded the raven haired boy.

At a more dignified pace, Seto entered the room, setting his briefcase and trench coat in a chair. Kira lay on a blanket in the floor excited by the commotion. Amara and Tessa sat on the sofa, chatting, a silver serving tray holding a teapot and a plate of scones on the coffee table.

“Master Kaiba, would you like some tea?” Tessa asked rising. “It’s a fresh pot, just made.”

“Yes. Thank you.” He sat down beside Amara, watching his brother wiggle his fingers in front of Kira’s face.

Tessa handed him a cup then freshened Amara’s. “I’ll be off to start dinner since you have seen fit to be home at a reasonable time today.” She gave her brunet boss a stern glare. “So, what would you like?”

Amara caught a tiny lift at the corner of Seto’s mouth as his housekeeper scolded him.

“Whatever’s easy Tessa, will be fine.” Mokuba flopped down beside his brother, a scone clutched in each hand and one half way in his mouth. “You always have extra to do after everyone comes over.” He spoke surprisingly well for having a mouth full of bread.TessTessa waved her hand dismissively; a habit of hers. “Not today,” she chuckled. “Our young lady guest was a wonderful help. My old bones can’t move anywhere near that fast anymore. She would be dusting when I’d go down to the laundry, and then changing sheets when I got back. Why she even helped me to prepare vegetables for the next few day’s meals. Thanks to her, I’m now a week ahead.” She picked up the tea tray, “I’ll refill this for you and have dinner up in no time.”

“Tessa,” Amara called before she left. “Do you need some help?”

“No dear, you sit and relax. I still have a few years to go before my retirement,” she laughed, disappearing around the corner.

Amara caught Seto staring at her. “I got bored,” she said lamely. “And I will not sit around, doing nothing when you’ve given me so much and asked nothing in return.”

He smirked. “I would have thought an infant would keep you busy enough.”

“She sleeps a lot.”

Tessa came back in carrying a slightly larger tray. The scones and tea had been replenished with cookies and milk added. On her way back ouhe she stopped, picking up Seto’s trench coat. “The man can run an international company but he can never remember to hang these things up,” she grumbled.

Seto chuckled into his cup.

“You enjoy doing that, don’t you?”

He looked up innocently, “Doing what?” Amara just shook her head and grinned.

“So, do you work for your family’s business?” she asked Set
He
He set his cup down, “Family business?”

“Yes, Kaiba Corp. Isn’t that your family’s business?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” he smirked.

Amara had the distinct feeling she was missing something important. “He doesn’t work at Kaiba Corp.” Mokuba laughed, “He owns it.”

Amara stared at Seto, wide eyed, mouth open. “You OWN your own company? At what...nineteen?”

“Eighteen actually,” Seto found her surprise amusing. “I inherited everything at thirteen when our...father...died.”

“How did you pull that off?”

“Money talks, very loudly at times.” He poured himself another cup of tea. “People listened.”

“I guess.”

A bawl from Kira drew their attention. “What’s wrong with her?” Mokuba asked.

Amara couldn’t help but notice Seto leaning foreword, a concerned expression on his face. “Well, I think...” She picked the child up and grimaced, “She’s wet.”

“Can I do it?” Amara looked at the boy like he would rattle if she shook him. “Please?”

“Mokuba, that may not be such a good idea.” Seto looked unsure about his little brother changing the baby girl’s diaper.

“It’s okay with me, if you don’t mind.” Amara winked at the brunet, “She’s pretty sturdy for a tiny thing. I haven’t broken her yet.”

With a shrug, Seto leaned back.

She handed Mokuba a diaper along with a box of wipes. Mokuba pulled the tabs free, carefully peeking inside. An unmistakable look of relief washed over h
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“Thought I was lying?” Amara teased. Mokuba grinned, having been caught. “I’m waiting to pull that one on your brother.” Seto’s face paled considerably.

Mokuba took a wipe from the box then folded the diaper down. He wiped the tiny bottom thoroughly, while Amara opened the new diaper for him. He lifted the little girl’s bottom and pulled the old diaper out, sliding the new one under. He folded it up and secured the tabs.

“Just like a pro.” Amara ruffled his hair. “Now, finish the job, go throw that away,” she pointed to the used diaper. “And wash your hands.”

Beaming, the boy ran from the room.

“Seto? I was wondering...” Amara sat down beside the CEO. “Do you know if there are any entry level openings at your company?”

“Why?”

“I need a job. I can’t live off you for however long I’m here.”

“No. You have a job.” He pointed to the squirming baby in the floor, “Your job is to care for your daughter.” He gave her a look that said the subject was closed from further discussion.

Seto was impressed she felt so strongly about making her own way. He didn’t know of many people who would pass up a free ride. It said a lot about the young mother. His opinion of her went up quite a bit.

Mokuba returned and sat between them, a gleam in his eye, “Can I hold Kira again?” he asked innocently.

Amara laid the infant in his arms, making sure he remembered to support her neck. He scooted back on the cushions and grinned up at his older brother. “Isn’t she pretty Seto?”

Seto agreed, “Yes she is.”

Mokuba grinned even wider, “Wanna hold her?”

“No.” He should have seen that coming.

“She don’t bite.” Mokuba leaned over towards his brother.

Seto leaned away, pressing against the arm of the sofa. “No.”

Amara was getting a kick out of seeing the cool confident young man squirm, like a worm on a hook, and all because of a six month old infant and his eleven year old brother. She decided to join in on the fun. “She’s dry, clean, and smells good,” she teased.

Seto narrowed his eyes at her. Amara just grinned. He sighed loudly, “I do not know how to hold an infant.”

“Amara can show you, she did me.” Mokuba knew he had won. He always did when it came to getting his way with his brother.

Amara smiled as she took Kira from the younger brother, “Fold your arm.” Seto did. She laid Kira on his arm; her head resting in the crook of his elbow then wrapped his other arm back up under Kira’s back.

Amara looked up into very intense sapphire eyes. “You’re a natural,” she saiftlyftly.

Mokuba hed hed over, grabbing Amara’s arm to pull her down behind him. He snuggled up against the two older teens with a contented sigh. Seto glanced down at his little brother, smiling at how peaceful the boy looked. Kira was nestled against his chest, sound asleep, clutching his tie in her tiny fist. Amara leaned against Mokuba, her cheek resting against his raven hair, watching her sleeping daughter.

Seto felt peaceful and content. He only felt like this when he and Mokuba were snuggled together in bed after his brother had a nightmare. Long ago, he felt this way as well, when tucked between his parents, watching the snow fall.

He looked up to find Amara staring back at him. A smile slowly spread across her face. He felt as if he were becoming lost in deep blue eyes so very different from h
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He never wanted it to end.

Reality interrupted all too soon.

“Dinner is done, everyone.” Tessa called from the doorway.

Amara watched Mokuba jump up, running towards the dining room. She turned back to Seto, “I should put her in her bassinet,” light pink stained her cheeks.

“Can I?” Seto asked. Amara nodded.

She watched as the tall man carefully laid the baby in her bed, tenderly tucking a blanket around her. “Shall we?” He held his hand out.

Amara fingers tingled at his touch.

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Amara was finishing up Kira’s bath when Seto knocked at her door. “This is becoming a habit for us. Isn’t it?” she laughed, waving him in.

He watched silently as the young mother rubbed lotion over the wiggling body and dressed her in a sleeper. He reached out to brush back the slightly damp curls only to have Kira grab his finger and stick it in her mouth, sucking contentedly.

Seto had no idea how to go about extricating his finger. Amara couldn’t help laughing. “You can take on merger negotiations with confidence but are completely mystified at what to do with a baby sucking on your finger.”

“I can’t fire her, and I doubt she’ll listen if I tell her to stop.”

Amara popped Seto’s finger out of Kira’s mouth, slipping a pacifier in, in its place. “If only negotiations could be so easily remedied.”

“Just get bigger pacifiers.” Amara suggested. They both chuckled at the thought.

“I have something for you,” Seto pulled a small blue book, two plastic cards, and a cell phone from his jacket pocket, handing them to Amara.

She looked at him completely confused. “Why?”

“So you will have the freedom to get whatever you want without having to ask.” Seto sat back, gauging her reaction. “There is $10,000 American in the account and on each credit card. There is also the equivalent of $2000 American in yen, and you have 400 minutes a month on the phone.”

Amara had never had more than $40 at any given time her entire life. “Why so much?” she asked stunned.

Seto shrugged. “It should be sufficient to get whatever you need or want. I will renew the amounts each month and see to all necessary payments.”

“This is too much, Seto.” She held the items out to him, surprised to see her hand shaking. “I can’t take this.”

“Why.” Seto frowned; he wasn’t used to being told no.

The tears in Amara’s eyes began to fall. “I’ve never had much of anything to call my own, sometimes not even the clothes on my back. I don’t know how to take this or what to do with it all.”

“Do whatever you want with it.” Seto said softly.

Amara began sobbing, “People who have known me all my life and should have taken care of me didn’t. They didn’t want me, period. But you, you never knew I existed until a few days ago, and you’ve given me more than I’ve ever had.” She rubbed her cheeks with the back of her hand. “More than I let myself even dream of. Why?”

Seto reached out, wiping away new tears. “I am Seto Kaiba, the richest man in the country. I do what I want, when I want, for my own reasons,” he said softly.

“I don’t get you.”

“Now we’re even,” Seto brushed his thumb against her lips, quickly stood and left the room.

Late into the night, Amara could still feel his touch on her face and his finger on her lips.

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Amara ran down the stairs. “I’ll grab it Andrew!” she shouted. She skidded to a stop at the main door of the mansion, opening it to see Yugi and Yami standing there.

“Hi Amara, we were wondering if you would like to come over to the game shop today and meet my grandpa?”

Amara motioned them inside, “Well, I was going to help Tessa, but...”

“Pfft, go have fun.” Tessa stood in the hallway, drying her hands on a towel. “I am just going to do some baking after I go to the market. Let me know what you need then go, enjoy yourself.” She disappeared back down the hall, leaving the trio staring after her.

Amara smiled at the two duelists, “I guess I can.”

Several minutes later, she was pushing Kira in a stroller as Yugi pointed out interesting spot. Yami walked alongside the two, deep in thought.

“Here’s Ryou’s house,” Yugi dashed to the front door and rang the bell several times. “I wonder if they’re home.” After a few minutes, he came back somewhat disappointed. “I guess not.”

“Hey! Let’s go see if there are any swings free for Kira at the park.” Yugi was off again.

“He sure has energy,” Amara commented.

Yami smiled, “He does. Wait until you see him after some chocolate.”

“Does he ping?” she grinned.

“And his eyes flash.” Yami laughed.

“And without sticking in a quarter too.”

Yami gave a strangled cough as Amara wheeled Kira over to the swings. He wasn’t sure if he was more shocked by her comment or the images that popped into his mind of where to stick the quarters.

The three teens and infant enjoyed the short cut through the park. Yugi held Kira and swung with her a few minutes, and even talked the former pharaoh into holding the child and sliding down the slide with her. The baby kicked and cooed, happy from the new experiences. Soon, the green building which was the game shop came into view.

“Grandpa, we’re back.” Yugi bust through the door, “And we brought guests.”

Yugi’s grandfather turned around as Amara came into the shop. Her perception changed from the kindly old man in overalls and cap to an old turbaned merchant in an ancient Egyptian marketplace. She smiled and blinked rapidly clearing her vision.

“I am pleased to meet you sir,” she bowed deeply. “I am honored to be in your home.”

He was impressed with the young lady’s manners and returned her bow. “I am honored to meet you as well and welcome.” He rubbed his hands together, “Now let’s see that tyke of yours Yugi has babbled constantly about.”

He picked Kira up out of the stroller, tickling her chin and cooing at her. The years seemed to fall from the old man as he played with the baby. He looked up, a smile creasing his wrinkled face and tears in his eyes.

“You remind me of my son and Yugi as babies,” he murmured to the tiny girl. “It has been a long time for this old man.”

Amara sat in the downstairs living room, talking to Yami and Yugi while Solomon gave all his attention to Kira. Yugi proudly showed Amara his dueling deck, something she had never seen before.

“So what do the numbers mean?” she asked looking at the Dark Magician card.

“This number is attack points and this one is defense. If a defending monster has more defense points than an attacking monster’s attack points then your life points are safe.” Yugi patiently explained.

Amara gave the short duelist a blank look, “I still don’t get it.”

“Perhaps we should show her, aibou.” Yami suggested, his eyes shining.

“Great idea, Yami. I’ll get our second deck.” Yugi ran up the stairs, soon returning with deck in hand.

Amara watched fascinated as the two dueled. They took this game very seriously. Each had a predatory gleam in their eye as they attacked and defended their life points with a vengeance.

After an hour, Yami had won by ten points. Yugi grinned at his dark good naturedly, “Next time I’ll win.”

“You always say that aibou.”

“And it always happens.”

‘That was intense,” Amara observed. She had enjoyed watching the fierce competition.

“If you really want to see a great duel, you should watch Seto and Yami in one of the holographic dueling arenas. The monsters seem real.”

Amara was surprised, “Seto duels?”

“Yes, Kaiba Corp has the best gaming technology and Seto was rated top duelist for many years,” Yami explained.

“Who beat him?”

“Yami,” Yugi grinned at his dark. “But they tend to pass the title back and forth a lot.”

Kira began to cry and Yugi’s stomach growled. “I believe lunch is in order,” Solomon handed the hungry child to her mother. “Will you stay, Amara?”

She couldn’t deny the hopeful look in the old man’s eyes. “Of course, I will.”

After lunch, Amara borrowed a needle and thread to sew a button back on one of Kira’s dresses then ended up mending a huge pile of clothing for the three men.

“Last one,” she said setting a leather shirt in the now full basket on the floor. “Are there any others, sir?”

Solomon Moto smiled kindly, “Amara, I am thought of as Grandfather by most of Yugi’s friends. Please do me the honor of considering me to be one for you as well.”

She didn’t know what to say, the words wouldn’t come. She smiled and nodded before carrying the basket upstairs to cover up how deeply she was touched.

“Did we do something wrong?” Yugi asked looking from his grandfather to his yami.

“No aibou, we didn’t. I think Amara has had little experience with true kindness or family.”

“She has been through a great deal for one so young,” Solomon agreed his eyes settling on the sewing basket she had been using while mending.

Amara came back down, her eyes slightly red. “Well, I have had a great time with you all, but I need to go. I feel bad not helping Tessa with dinner.”

She tucked Kira into the stroller.

“Amara, I want you to have this,” Solomon handed the sewing basket to her. “It was my late wife’s. She wanted it to go to Yugi’s wife but things sometimes do not turn out as we think.” He smiled fondly at his grandson. “So I want this to go to you. I think she would approve.”

Amara took the faded basket, carefully securing it under the strolled. She wrapped her arms around the old man’s neck, “Thank you...Grandpa. I’ll treasure it always.”

Solomon had tears in his eyes when he pulled away. “You and Kira are welcome here any time. Feel free to treat our home as your home and come by often.”

“I will. It has been a long since I had a family. I am honored to be included in yours.”

Yugi rubbed a sleeve across his eyes, “Would you like me and Yami to walk you back?”

“No,” she watched her new grandfather reopen the shop. “It looks like Grandpa may need some help here.”

Yugi gave her a quick hug and hurried inside. Yami held the door for her, “You are welcome here always.”

She returned the former spirit’s smile, “I’ll pop in often, goodbye.”

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Amara enjoyed the leisurely walk along the park trail. She stopped at the playground and sat on a bench to watch the children play. Another young woman with a stroller nodded to her in greeting.

Kira was sleeping, so Amara decided to enjoy some quiet time outdoors, thinking over the changes in her life.

A middle-aged couple politely asked to share the bench with her. Scooting over, Amara nodded her consent.

“Such a beautiful little girl,” the woman cooed.

“Thank you.”

“Reminds me of our daughters. Doesn’t she my dear?” The man leaned over and kissed his wife, smiling at the sleeping baby.

“We are expecting our first grandchild and the doctors claim it to be a girl.” The woman sighed watching the children play, “It has been a long time since we haad sad small children around the house.”

While chatting with the friendly couple, Amara saw a brightly colored ball roll past heading for the street. A young boy following it. She jumped up and grabbed the boy by the waist, stopping him from running into the road.

“My ball!” the child wailed.

“I’ll get it for you, but you have to stay on the grass away from the street.”

The boy nodded and Amara trotted across the road, retrieving the ball. “Here you are,” she handed it back to the child. “Don’t let it get away again, okay.” She grinned at him.

“But I didn’t. This bigger kid took my ball and threw it towards the road then ran away.”

Amara was a bit surprised by that but chalked it up to unsupervised kids being kids. She noticed the couple had left the bench as she walked back to Kira. She sat back down and looked over into the stroller. Her heart nearly stopped.

Kira was gone.

Amara panicked. She didn’t know what to do. She looked around frantically, seeing no one but children and their parents.

Suddenly, it registered that she was staring at Ryou’s house. She ran.

Amara pounded on the door, yelling for them to answer.

Bakura yanked the door open, scowling. A frightened Ryou stood behind him.

“Someone stole Kira!” Tears were streaming down her face.

“Where?” Bakura demanded.

“Park.”

He shoved Amara into Ryou and ran.

TBC

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