Project: Destiny

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, surprises (if you like the Engulf Trilogy then you’ll like the surprises *hint, hint*)
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
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General A/N: Okay, since the last chapter was kinda short and not filled with anything good I decided to go ahead and pop in the next chapter. Oh and Happy New year everyone!!!!!!!


Project: Destiny
Chapter Thirty One
by Ravenx

“Mokuba! I’m not calling you for a second time!” Joey yells up the stairs, his hands on his wide hips, his honey colored eyes narrowed. “Mokuba! Get down here this instant and help me or I’ll make your brother come up and get you and you know how he doesn’t like to be interrupted when he is working.”

“But, Joey, I’m playing.” Mokuba appears at the top of the stairs, a pout on his lips.

“I don’t care. You promised last night you would help me clean up the living room from your party so get down here and help.”

“I’ll help in a little while.”

“No. We agreed first thing this morning and it’s almost ten.”

“Joey.” Mokuba whines.

“Mokuba, get down here now.” Seto’s voice booms around the large open area around the stairs, the brunette moving from one of the hallways by the stairs to lean against the railing.

“But…”

“No. You promised Joey and he isn’t going to do any work in his condition. Get down here now and help him or I’m remove every game system from your room and lock them up where you won’t get them.”

“But…”

“Now, Mokuba.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Mokuba slowly makes his way down the stairs.

“Don’t let Joey lift anything heavy or bend a lot. You do most of the work.” Seto turns to leave. “And trust me I’ll now if you slack off.” He calls over his shoulder as he disappears.

“You didn’t have to call Seto.” Mokuba pouts as he stands in front of Joey.

“I didn’t. I don’t know how he does that.” Joey shakes his head. “Sorry, kid, but you promised to help me.”

“I know. Sorry.”

The two boys walk into the living room, violet and honey colored eyes look around at the large mess left by the party last night. Balloons of different colors are stuck to the burgundy walls, the dark wooden floors are covered in wrapping paper, bows, and other materials. Several empty or near empty pizza boxes sit on the wooden coffee table that is in the middle of the dirt covered Persian rug, several over turn plastic cups litter the floor and furniture.

“Where do we begin?” Mokuba groans.

“How about from top to bottom. Start with the balloons. I got us some bags over the bag of the chair.” Joey points toward the closet navy chair.

Mokuba goes over and grabs two bags, handing one to Joey before moving across the room, reaching up on tiptoes to start pulling some of the balloons down.

“So, how does it feel to be fourteen?” Joey asks as he carefully removes some tape from the wall by the door.

“Honestly, the same as it did when I was thirteen.”

“That’s how it is for me now too. But just think another couple of years and you’ll be driving. On second thought let’s not talk about that.” Joey chuckles.

“I won’t be that bad but Seto needs to start taking me out to learn.”

“I don’t think he’ll want you to learn on any of his cars in the garage.”

“Think he’ll let me learn to drive one of his motorcycles?” Mokuba asks hopefully.

“I doubt it. He won’t even let me near those and that was before I was pregnant.”

“I could always get Bakura to steal one and teach me himself.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Joey silently drops his near empty bag to the ground.

“I can always hope.” The raven haired boy chuckles.

“Mokuba?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you go get Seto?”

“Why?”

“I think he needs to call the doctors and Jade.”

“What? Why?” Mokuba quickly turns around.

“I think…oh…I think its time.” Joey winces as he grips the door frame roughly in his fingers. “Oh…hurry…get Seto.”

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“Marik?” Malik sits on sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him, Lyca laying in his arms, the black stuffed cat sitting next to him.

“What?” The taller pale blonde yawns from his slumped position in the nearest white chair.

“Go warm Lyca a bottle.”

“He hungry?”

“I think he’s getting there.” Malik smiles down at the small child, one of his fingers moving to gently poke Lyca’s nose.

The pale blonde baby giggles quietly, his dark violet eyes moving away from Malik to watch Marik get up and move past them, a chubby little fist reaching out of his purple blanket to pump in the air. Malik grins down at him, rocking him gently as he pulls his up to kiss him gently on the forehead.

“You are such a good little baby, yes, you are.”

Lyca sticks out his small pink tongue, his violet eyes looking around the white ceiling above him as he whimpers quietly.

“What’s wrong, chubby bear? Poppa is getting your bottle.” Malik reaches over to pick up the black cat, moving it down so that its slick black nose taps his son’s nose, causing Lyca to cross his eyes. “You’re so funny.” He chuckles.

“What did he do?” Ryou comes into the room from the kitchen, a purple bottle in his hand as he sits down next to the pale blonde.

“Crossed his eyes so cutely. Thanks.” Malik takes the bottle from the white haired boy, giving him the cat to play with as he starts feeding his son. “Where did Marik go?”

“Stayed in the kitchen to talk to Kura.”

“Never a good thing.” The pale blonde chuckles.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Ryou smiles as he pets the stuff cat, his light brown eyes watching the small baby feed. “You really are lucky, Malik.”

“And you will be too one of these days. Just be patient.”

“I’ve been patient for nine months. I’ve had enough of being patient.” Ryou pouts, one of his hands moving to caress his large belly.

“Well, we didn’t all get pregnant the same night so some of us will have to wait longer than others.” Malik smiles over at the other hikari.

I know but I still say you’re lucky. You have a beautiful son.”

“Thank you. I’m sure your baby will be cute too…as long as it doesn’t take after Bakura.”

“I’m inclined to agree with you.” Ryou whispers.

“What do you think he’ll be like when he grows up?” Malik asks, his light violet eyes watching his baby feed.

“I don’t know. If he takes after you two then he’ll probably know how to speak his mind, he won’t be afraid to kick butt, and he defiantly won’t be shy.” Ryou smiles.

“Marik wants to teach him how to kick Yami’s kid’s butt.” Malik chuckles.

“That’s what Kura wants to teach our kid too.” Ryou rolls his light brown eyes.

“What did you tell him?”

“Not going to happen. Our kid is going to be sweet and kind.”

“Just like you.” Malik winks, leaving forward to set the almost empty bottle on the coffee table, lifting Lyca gently to his shoulder to burp him.

“You’re going to be an expert when our kids get here.”

“I know. At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do anything right but after the first week you really have no choice but to know what do to. Most of it is kinda instincts anyway.” Malik smiles as he pulls Lyca away from his shoulder after hearing a large burp. “That’s a good baby.”

“Is Marik pretty good with him?”

“The best. To tell the truth, I was kinda worried about Marik holding him an all cause sometimes he can be a little rough and not mean to be but he is really gentle with Lyca. He loves just lying in bed with Lyca next to him and watching him sleep. It’s so sweet.”

“I wonder if Kura will be that sweet and gentle with our baby.” Ryou smiles as Lyca looks over at him for a moment.

“You might be surprised like I was.” Malik looks over at the phone as he rings before calling in to the kitchen. “Some one in the kitchen come and get the phone.”

“I can get it.” Ryou starts to get up.

“No.” Malik reaches out and stops him. “You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t have to get it. Marik, get the phone.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Marik jogs through the swinging door of the kitchen, picking up the phone quickly. “What?”

“You could be nicer.” Malik sighs.

“Hold on. Here.” Marik hands the phone to Ryou before leaning over the back of the sofa and smiling at his son.

“Hello? Oh, hey, Mokuba. What? Are you serious? How long ago? Really? Okay, we’ll be ready. Bye.”

“What was that about?” Malik looks over at the white haired hikari as Ryou gets up.

“Joey is having his baby. He has been in the operating room for the last half hour.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Mokuba said a limo should be here any minute to pick us up and bring us over. Marik, can you go upstairs and get Yami and Yugi?” Ryou asks the taller boy as he moves toward the kitchen.

“No.”

“Marik, go get them or else.” Malik hisses up at his lover.

“Fine.” Marik sighs as he rolls his eyes, moving toward the stairs.

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“Hey guys!” Mokuba bounces up and down as he opens the door, a large smile plastered over his round face.

“Hey, Mokuba. Is Joey alright? What happened?” Yugi asks as he moves into the entranceway followed by the others.

“Joey is fine. He is resting now, you just missed the doctors.” Mokuba starts leading the group to the back room where Malik had spent time after giving birth to Lyca.

“It was over with that fast?” Yami raises an eyebrow.

“Well, you guys did take forever to get here. Plus we were so busy trying to get Joey calmed down and get everything ready…we…kinda forgot to call you.” The younger boy blushes over his shoulder slightly. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem, Mokuba. As long as Joey is alright.” Ryou smiles reassuringly at the other boy.

“It took us longer then we thought to get Lyca’s stuff together and get him ready for travel.” Malik rocks his sleeping son gently in his arms.

“What did the Priest have?” Bakura asks.

“I’m so excited. I have a nephew, guys.”

“Another little boy.” Bakura smirks as he looks down at his hikari.

“Don’t even start, Kura.”

The group quieted down as they reached the large oak door, carefully opening it and stepping inside as silently as possible. Laying in the nearest white sheeted bed is Joey, a content smile on his face as he stares up at Seto to his right who holds a small bundle in a blue blanket, his ice blue eyes softly looking down at the precious load in his arms. Jade stands toward the left of the bed, a small on her lips and a clipboard in her one of her hands near her side, her other hand reaching out to rub up and down Joey’s arm gently.

“Hey, guys.” Yugi keeps his voice quit as he walks over to stand by Jade.

“Hey, Yug, guys.” Joey smiles over at the approaching group.

“Congratulations, Joey.” Ryou reaches out to pat the sandy blonde’s foot from his position at the end of the bed next to Bakura.

“Thanks.”

“Can we see him?” Malik slips up next to the taller brunette, trying to see over his shoulder as he carefully continues to rock Lyca.

Seto gently removes one of his hands from under his newborn son, pulling the soft blanket from around the slightly red face as he tilts the baby up a little to let everyone get a good look. Seto pulls back the small tan cap with little puppy dog ears on top aside to reveal a full head of brown hair sticking up in all directions, a pair of honey colored eyes slowly look around at the staring, smiling faces.

“Oh, he is so cute.” Yugi giggles.

“How can that be? He looks like the Priest.” Marik shudders.

“Okay, enough boys. You two still have a birth certificate to finish.” Jade looks down at the clipboard. “Last name?”

“Uh?” Joey shrugs his should as he bites his lip.

“Wheeler-Kaiba.” Seto speaks up.

“Really?” The sandy blonde smiles up at his lover.

“Of course.”

“Well, then. Let me introduce everyone to Talan Sethe Wheeler-Kaiba.” Jade smiles over at the couple.

“Talan?” Malik raises an eyebrow.

“Mokuba came up with it.” Joey chuckles.

“I like Sethe. Very fitting, Kaiba.” Yami smirks over at the slightly taller boy.

“It wasn’t my idea, Yami. Joey came up with it.”

“A reminder of his past life.” Joey winks up at his lover.

“Okay, Talan was born at exactly 11:47 this morning. He weighed seven pounds, four ounces and was just shy of twenty-two inches long.” Jade lowers here clipboard. “I’m going to go over and finish cleaning up. You boys spend some time with the new parents and then let them rest. Oh, and don’t forget he’ll be getting hungry soon. Someone might want to go get a bottle ready for him.” The forest green haired girl disappears behind the heavy black curtain separating the room.

“I’ll go get one ready.” Mokuba bounces out of the room.

“He sure is happy.” Ryou chuckles.

“He is excited to be an uncle.” Seto shrugs carefully, his eyes never leaving his son.

“Looks like it’s just you and me left, Ryou.” Yugi smiles over at the other pregnant hikari.

“Yep. Wonder who will pop first?” Joey asks with a giggle.

“I see the drugs are still in your system.” Malik chuckles. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Oh, yeah. So much better than the contractions.” The sandy blonde looks up at his lover again. “Let me hold my son again.”

Seto just smirks, sitting down next to his love and carefully handing his newborn son over, chuckling as small honey colored eyes look up at the sandy blonde, a small tongue sneaking out of tiny lips. Joey sticks his own tongue out at his son, wrinkling up his nose as he smiles down at the pink skinned baby, one of his hands pulling the soft, blue blanket down a little more around Talan’s face.

“He is so cute.” Joey says.

“Mine is cuter.” Malik replies childishly.

“Not even close.” Seto shakes his head.

“Guys.” Ryou sighs.

“When did you start having contractions, Joey?” Yugi rubs his belly gently.

“A little after ten this morning. Mokie and me were trying to clean the living room and I started feeling pain running down my stomach. This reminds me the living room is still a mess.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll hire someone to clean it up.” Seto rakes a long fingered hand through Joey’s thick locks.

“Okay, I’m back.” Mokuba hands Joey a pale blue bottle filled with warm milk.

“Thank you, Mokie.”

“Do you guys need to go shopping for clothes?” Malik asks as he watches Joey feed his son.

“No, Seto already did that. Good thing you were right and we had a boy.” Joey glances over to Seto quickly.

“I knew you were carrying a boy.” The brunette shrugs.

“I can’t wait to get back up to sleeping in our room and have Talan in his room. He is sleeping down here with me until then.”

“Those stairs are going to kill you.” The smaller pale blonde hikari shakes his head.

“Are they really that bad?”

“Oh yeah. Lyca is twelve days old and it still hurts almost as much as the first day I walked upstairs.”

“Don’t tell me that. We have like a hundred more steps then you guys do.”

“I’m just warning you.”

“Yuck, someone went stinky.” Malik smiles down at his own son, dark violet eyes slowly open to look up at him. “Did my chubby bear go stinky?”

The pale blonde moves over to the bed next to Joey’s, laying his son down on top of the white covers, his thin fingers moving to unfasten Lyca’s little white and red striped jumper.

“Marik, bring the diaper bag.”

“You are going to teach me how to change diapers, right?” Joey asks.

“I can teach you.” Seto speaks up.

“Really? You know how to change diapers?”

“I changed Mokuba’s.”

“Oh yeah, then you can teach me and Mokie.” Joey turns to look at the young raven haired boy sitting on his other side. “You are helping with diapers, right?”

“Of course. I’ll help you with anything you need. I want to be a good uncle.” Mokuba smiles down at his nephew.

“Good.”

“Where should I put the dirty diaper?” Malik asks over his shoulder as he fastens a clean diaper to Lyca.

“There’s a trash can by the door, I’ll get rid of it before tonight.” Seto says.

“Here, Marik.” The pale blonde grins as he hands the dirty diaper to his lover.

“Eh, why do I have to deal with the dirty diaper?”

“Cause it’s your son, and you didn’t aren’t dealing with it, you’re taking it to the trash can. I dealt with it.”

“Fine.” Marik takes the diaper from his hikari with the tips of his fingers, his nose wrinkling up at the faint smell drifting toward him from the small bundle.

“Did that make my little chubby bear happy?” Malik coos down at his son who giggles, small fist pumping up in the air. “Yes, I bet it did.” He smiles as he picks up his son, leaving the diaper bag on the bed and moving back over to the group surrounding Joey’s bed.

“I think its time for Talan to be burped. He was pretty hungry.” Joey holds up the mostly empty bottle.

“You remember how to burp him, right?” Malik asks.

“Yep, I’ve seen you do it enough.”

Joey carefully moves Talan to rest his head on the sandy blonde’s shoulder, his slightly tanned hand moving in circles on the back of the blanket, patting every once in a while. Seto smiles over at his son and lover, his arm going around Joey’s shoulder to rest his hand on Mokuba’s shoulder. The raven haired boy smiles at his nephew whose head rest on the nearest shoulder to him, he gently lifts his hand up to pull the small cap back down where it was starting to fall off.

“That cap is so cute on him. Jade did good to find one like that.” Ryou says.

“I know. I can’t wait to see the little bunny ears on your baby.” Joey chuckles.

“So I’m taking it that Talan is healthy?” Yami speaks up.

“Yep. He is in perfect health the doctors said.”

“At least he didn’t weigh ten pounds.” Malik pouts. “You’re lucky.”

“Guess I am.”

“I’m hungry.” All eyes turn to look at the white haired yami. “What? I am.”

“Kura, you just ate before we got here.” Ryou sighs.

“So, I’m hungry.”

“I am too.” Marik nods.

“We’ll get something to eat in a little while.” The white haired hikari wraps an arm around Bakura’s waist.

“I want something now.”

“I’m getting hungry too. We’ll order something in.” Seto says. “There are take-out menus in the drawer near the refrigerator in the kitchen.”

“You two go and look.” Malik nods toward Marik and Bakura. “Get something good and a little healthy for the ones still carrying.”

“Uh…maybe Yami should go with them.” Ryou adds. “Just to make sure they don’t mess anything up.”

“Hey!” Bakura growls.

“Why me?” Yami groans.

“You’re the most responsible.” Yugi whispers to his lover.

“I heard that.” Marik growls as he moves toward the door, Bakura close behind him.

“Go on, Yami, please?” Ryou pouts in the taller boy’s direction.

“Fine, just don’t do the face.” Yami walks out the door with a sigh.

“Look, Lyca, you have a new friend to play with.” Malik tilts his son up to get a look at the brown haired baby, dark violet eyes glance to the other boy before giggling. “I think he likes him.”

“They’ll probably be good friends.” Joey nods as he looks down into the pink face of his son with a smile.

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Talan – Okay, here is the story on the name; I was flipping channels one day when I came across some stupid MTV show about real teens or something (don’t know didn’t stay to watch). I saw the name on come up at the beginning for one of the guys and I really liked it for Seto and Joey’s kid so I wrote it down and here it is.

Sethe – I see in a lot of peoples’ stories where this is the name of Seto’s past life Priest person (I can’t think of a better way to say that right now, hope you understand what I mean), so I decided to use it here. Although in the version of Yu-gi-oh that I watch his name is Seto in the past too.