Project: Destiny

Thnx to my Reviewers:
ayachan
Velvetina
Biku-san
Chitoko Kanzaki
Camille
Embers
Dani Wheeler-Kaiba
Gina-B
Az
yaoigoddes
Mo-Kitty
tash922
nextvictim
Hopeless Faith
Arainaina


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
Forum(Created by my great reviewer, Jo-Lo): http://s11.invisionfree.com/Ravenx_Forum/
Beta(s): Sarah Costa


General A/N: On chapter left and yes for those who asked there is a sequel already written. All I have to do is get it betaed and then I’ll start posting it right on the end of this one. Then hopefully by the end of it my writers block on my Harry Potter story will have cleared up and I’ll have it mostly done and just waiting to be betaed. But until then, enjoy this chapter....


Project: Destiny
Chapter Thirty Five
by Ravenx

“Are you my little chubby bear? I think you are, yes I do.” Malik chuckles as he sits on the sofa, his legs crossed Indian style in front of him, Lyca laying on the sofa next to him, his small legs kicking in the air as he giggles.

“You forgot this upstairs in my room.” Yugi says as he comes into the room with Asheru asleep in his arms, he hands a black stuffed cat to the pale blonde.

“Thank you. He’ll want it when it’s sleepy time.” Malik smiles, taking the cat from the smaller boy and waving it in front of his son.

“Has he eaten yet?”

“Yeah, just a little while ago. Where is Yami?”

“Helping with the basement.”

“You mean it’s just him and Marik down there? That isn’t good.”

“At least Bakura isn’t down there too. Where is he any way?”

“Kitchen with Ryou and Kiya.” Malik motions over his shoulder as continues playing with Lyca.

Yugi moves into the kitchen, his light purple eyes looking around the room before landing on Ryou who sits on a stool at the island, one arm holding Kiya as the other holds the white bottle she drinks from. Bakura stands behind his lover, his arms wrapped around Ryou’s waist, his chin resting on his hikari’s shoulder as his dark brown eyes watch his daughter drink her milk.

“Hey, guys.” Yugi says quietly.

“Hey, Yugi.” Ryou smiles up at his friend.

“You three look so cute together.”

“Thank you.” A light blush crosses Ryou’s cheeks.

Yugi walks over to the refrigerator, removing bottle of water before moving back over to stand in front of the island by the white haired family, his light purple eyes staring down at the small baby in Ryou’s arms.

“I can’t believe my son was the only one born bald.” He motions to the soft dusting of white hair on Kiya’s head.

“It is kinda weird but not all babies are born with hair. You have to remember that.”

“I know.”

“Okay, the basement is finally done.” Yami says as he walks into the kitchen, a small trail of sweat sliding down the side of his head.

“Get stuffed in any boxes?” Bakura chuckles.

“No, we didn’t actually talk to each other. It was quiet nice.” Yami smirks.

“So the basement is finally completely empty?” Ryou asks hopefully.

“Yep. The last of the boxes are on the back of Kaiba’s truck.”

“Good, I can start calling contractors next week.”

“It’s going to be so noisy for a while.” Yugi pouts as he hands off his sleeping son to Yami.

“Maybe Seto will let you guys go over to his place during the day when people are working down there.” Ryou says as he sets down the empty white bottle on the island, moving Kiya to his shoulder to pat and rub her back.

“What about you?”

“I’ll have to stay here incase they have any questions or something like that. Bakura can take Kiya with you guys.”

“You sure you want to leave your daughter with him alone?” Yami asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Cram it, Pharaoh.”

“Is Kiya finally used to her new home?” Yugi moves over next to Ryou, ignoring the two fighting yami’s.

“I think so. All she needed was two weeks to get settled in.” Ryou chuckles.

“Its so going to be rougher on you to raise her than it is for us to raises ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re boys, we have boys. We know what they’re going to need and what they’ll be like. Do you know anything about what little girls need or want?”

“Good point. But we’ll just have to make do. We’ll love her no matter what.” The white haired hikari kisses his daughter on the top of her head.

“She is so cute.” Yugi smiles. “At least for right now she looks like you and not Bakura.”

“Hey!” Bakura turns his attention away from the taller tri-colored haired boy to the shorter one.

“What?”

“Don’t yell at my hikari.” Yami growls only to look down as a small whine escapes Asheru’s lips.

“See what you two did.” Yugi shakes his head, moving over to take his son from his lover’s arms, rocking the waking baby gently in his arms.

“Kura, come over her and hold your daughter, stop messing with Yami.” Ryou narrows his eyes at his yami, watching as the taller white haired boy does as he is told, taking his baby from his hikari. “Behave.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You woke up Asheru with your stupid fighting.”

“Whatever.”

“Hey, guys. Any one else getting hungry?” Malik steps into the kitchen, his hands on his growling stomach.

“I am.” Yugi nods.

“Me too. Why don’t you boys go get us something?” Ryou looks to Bakura and Yami.

“Why us?” Bakura asks.

“We have to stay here and take care of the kids.”

“Marik is going too.” Malik speaks up.

“You can even drop off the rest of the boxes at the storage container.”

“What do you want to eat, chibi ichi?” Yami brushes a long fingered hand over his son’s bald head.

“I don’t know. What’s everyone in the mood for?”

“How about Mexican?” Malik lips his lips.

“Mmm, sounds good.” Ryou agrees.

“From where?” Yugi moves over to the side of the refrigerator, picking up several menus from the cabinet.

“Bronco’s.”

“Bronco’s.” Malik laughs as Ryou speaks the same time as he does. “Is that okay with you, Yugi?”

“Sounds delicious.” The smaller boy pulls out the right menu and moves back over the island, balancing Asheru in one arm as he opens the folded piece of paper and starts look at the choices. “Who wants what?”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Bakura, don’t even think about eating any of that food.” Yami’s narrow dark purple eyes look into the back seat of the pickup truck through the mirror hanging from the top of the windshield, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“I’m hungry.”

“I don’t care. We’re almost home, you can wait a couple more minutes.”

“Who made you boss?” Marik mumbles under his breath from the seat next to Yami.

“I did.”

“Why are you the only one that gets to drive this thing?” Bakura asks.

“Because I’m the only one that Kaiba taught to drive. Which I don’t blame him for not teaching you two.”

“Why not?” The large pale blonde asks, his dark violet eyes looking away from the trees speeding by to look at the yami driving.

“You two would have this thing wrecked within minutes. I’m responsible, you’re not.”

“Keep thinking that Pharaoh.”

“I’m just sorry your kids are going to have you two as their fathers.”

“Funny, I was just going to say that about Asheru.” Bakura smirks from the backseat, one of his hands silently disappearing into a bag next to him.

“I told you, hands off the food or their won’t be any left for our hikaris.” Yami growls, turning around completely to look at the white haired yami as the truck comes to a stop at a stop sign.

“I’m hungry.”

“We’ll be home in less than ten minutes.”

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t make me tell Ryou.”

“Tattle tail.” Marik mumbles.

Yami sighs, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to run down his face, his dark purple eyes open slowly as he turns back around, narrowing as they catch a glimpse of spiky brown hair turning the corner of building in front of him. He leans forward slightly, looking at the now empty spot, ignoring a blasting car horn from behind him.

“Pharaoh! Move!” Marik reaches over, slapping the back of Yami’s tri-colored head.

“Huh? What?” Shaking his head, the other yami looks over at the pale blonde.

“Move. The thing behind us is making that annoying sound.”

“Oh, yeah.” Yami turns down a different road, his eyes glancing over at the corner of the building every so often before it disappears from sight.

“What’s you’re problem, Pharaoh?” Bakura asks with a mouth full of food.

“Nothing.” Yami says absently, his eyes focusing once again on the road in front of him.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What’s taking them so long? I hope they haven’t killed each other.” Ryou sighs as he sits in one of the large white chairs, one of his hands hanging over the side, slowly rocking Kiya’s carrier as the small baby sleeps.

“Maybe the restaurant was really busy and it took them longer than expected.” Yugi shrugs from his position on the sofa by Malik, their two sons laying asleep on the cushion between them.

“Or maybe Marik and Bakura are just having a difficult time finding a place to hide Yami’s body.” Malik winks at the shorter boy by him.

“Don’t say things like that. Now I’m really worried.”

“Don’t be, Yugi. Malik was just kidding.” Ryou sighs.

“Yeah, they probably just tossed his body in the Shadow Realm.” Malik grins.

“Malik, stop it.”

“He knows I’m just kidding. I told Marik to be on his best behavior.”

“But will he actually listen to you?” Yugi asks, a pout forming on his face.

“He better. He knows what will happen when he doesn’t listen to me.”

“And what’s that?” Ryou asks.

“No sex.”

“Can’t do that with our yamis. They haven’t had sex in months, I don’t think that will be much of a threat.”

“You guys haven’t had sex again yet?” Malik looks back and forth between the other two hikaris.

“It’s only been three weeks since Kiya was born.”

“Yami and I have been too busy fussing over Asheru to really do anything else. I mean we do cuddle and make out but nothing major.” Yugi shrugs.

“You don’t know how much you missed it until you actually get to do it again.” Malik grins evilly.

“I know Kura has been missing it. He tries to make a move every night but I keep telling him we can’t for at least another three weeks.” Ryou shakes his head.

“Wonder if Joey and Seto have started again?”

“That’s none of your business.” Yugi says, his head jerking over to the door as it opens, three yamis walking into the room growling and hisses at each other.

“What happened now?” Ryou asks without turning around.

“Bakura couldn’t wait until we got home to eat, so whoever wanted the chicken fries only has a couple left.” Yami says as he moves behind the sofa and into the kitchen.

“Kura! That was mine.” Ryou growls at his passing lover.

“What? I was hungry.”

“Then why didn’t you eat your order?”

“Yours was on top.” The white haired yami shrugs as he follows Yami into the kitchen.

“I swear I’m going to strangle him one day.”

“Marik, bring mine in here. I don’t want to disturb Lyca.” Malik smiles sweetly at his yami who walks by behind him.

“Sure, kitsune.”

“Where’s my little princess?” Bakura asks as he comes back into the living room.

“Right here sleeping so keep your voice down.” Ryou motions to the carrier by the chair. “Can you bring what’s left of my food out here to me?”

“But I’m tried.”

“Kura, please. I’m tried too and you’re already up.” Ryou turns big light brown eyes up to his lover.

“Fine. I hate it when you do that.” Bakura growls as he turns back around and goes into the kitchen once more.

“Thank you, Kura.” The smaller white haired boy smiles as he watches his yami disappear into the open kitchen door.

“Is our little prince sleeping?” Yami asks quietly, moving into the living room with a plate of food in his hands, he leans down to kiss his lover on the forehead before sitting on the arm rest by his hikari.

“Yep. Him and Lyca played so much they passed out.” Yugi giggles.

“Well, here is your supper, chibi ichi.”

“You going to share with me cause there is no way I can eat all that by myself.”

“Sure.”

“Are you kidding? I could eat that and mine, I’m so hungry.” Malik glances back into the kitchen.

“Are you alright, Yami?” Ryou asks the tri-colored haired yami near him.

“What? Of course, why?”

“You just seemed like your mind is somewhere else.”

“He doesn’t have a mind.” Bakura smirks, coming back into the room with a plate piled high with food.

“Watch it, Robber.”

“Stop it, Kura. Give me food.” Ryou smiles as he holds up his hands for the plate, a soft cry coming from the carrier next to him as his hand leaves it. “Oh, Kiya, baby, don’t start crying.”

“Here, eat.” Bakura hands his hikari the plate before kneeling down and picking up his sniffling daughter, rocking her gently in his arms as her light brown eyes look up at him, a tiny fist grabbing the strap of his black tank top. “My little princess not sleepy anymore? You hungry?”

“She shouldn’t be, she just ate an hour ago.” Ryou says. “She always starts crying when I stop rocking her.”

“A little attention stealer, huh?” Malik chuckles.

“She’s a princess, she has to have all the attention.” Bakura smiles down at his yawning daughter.

“She isn’t…never mind.” Yami sighs.

“How does she sleep in her crib at night?” Yugi asks.

“We had to move the crib over to the bed where I can either rock it until she goes to sleep or stick my hand in there and rest it on her tummy.” Ryou chuckles.

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get much sleep practically hanging off the bed so the last couple of nights she has been sleeping between us in our bed.”

“I’d be afraid of Marik crushing Lyca if I did that.” Malik shudders.

“I do sleep better not hanging off the bed but not as good as if she wasn’t in the bed cause I do have a fear of squishing her but it hasn’t been that bad.” Ryou shrugs.

“I think I know why she woke up.” Bakura wrinkles up his nose as he raises Kiya in the air, she giggles as he sniffs near her diaper, his little legs and arms kicking in the air.

“Can you change her, Kura? I left the diaper bag and all up stairs.”

“Yeah, just don’t eat all the food.”

“I’m not you. I don’t eat like a pig.” Ryou says as he watches his yami and daughter go up stairs.

“Well I do. Where is my food?” Malik pouts, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Coming.” Marik mumbles around a mouthful of food as he comes back into the living room, a plate in his hand.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“You would think that just once your poppy would get up and feed you during the night but no. The last couple of weeks it has become my job alone. Not that I mind. I enjoy feeding my little chubby bear.” Malik coos down at Lyca in his arms, a violet bottle getting drained as the little baby sucks the milk out through the dusty brown nipple.

Lyca’s dark violet eyes stare up at the pale blonde, one of his hands reaching up to pull on a lock of hair causing Malik to pout and wince. The small baby giggles around the nipple of the bottle, his legs kicking slightly as Malik finally removes the now empty bottle, sitting it in the sink before moving Lyca to his shoulder.

“We’ll just wait to clean that in the morning. Daddy is way to sleepy to clean it right at this moment.” Malik rubs his son’s back gently, walking around the island while he bounces on his heels. “Is my chubby bear not going to burp?” He pouts as he pats Lyca’s back more only to be rewarded a moment later by a small belch. “That’s my chubby bear. Yes, my good baby boy.”

Lyca giggles as Malik lowers him down to lay in his arms, his fist still clenching a lock of the pale blonde’s hair, his dark violet eyes looking up at his dad.

“You tired chubby bear?” Malik chuckles as Lyca giggles, his head little arms and legs kicking around, his fingers release the strains of hair. “I’ll take that as a no.” He yawns widely. “Maybe we should go up and give you to your poppy? Then daddy can go to sleep and you can keep poppy up all night. Sound like a good idea?”

The small baby sticks his tongue out at his dad, one of his hands moving up gently knock against Malik’s chin.

“Ouch!” Malik giggles. “What has your poppy been teaching you? Huh? Has he been teaching you how to fight when I told him not to? We’re just going to have to beat him up, aren’t we?”

Malik smiles as he moves toward the swinging kitchen door only to be stopped by Lyca’s soft cry, he sighs before turning around quickly and picking up the black stuffed cat on the island.

“Did daddy forget your favorite toy? I’m sorry.” The pale blonde smiles before moving back to the door, pausing a second when he hears a soft click coming from the other room.

Shaking his head he walks through the door and into the living room, looking down at Lyca as he moves by the sofa and into the entranceway of the house.

“Finally decide to help you’re son, Marik?” Light violet eyes look up with a smirk before the pale blonde freezes in the doorway of the living room.

“Well, we weren’t expecting to find anyone up.” A boy with spiky brown hair and bright blue eyes says in a thick accent, his biker boot covered foot on the bottom step of the stairs, tight black jeans and an equally tight black, short sleeved shirt hugs his body.

“Wh…who are you?” Malik holds his son tightly to his chest.

“We’re the ones that gave you the chance at having your little son.”

“Get out of this house.” The pale blonde hisses, his light violet eyes narrowing.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell us what to do.” A tall red head boy with piercing gray eyes stays behind the brown haired boy, his hands on his thin hips, a pair of black leather pants riding low on his slim hips, a burgundy tank top snuggly fitting his chest.

“Ma…” Malik’s scream is cut off as a large hand clamps down over his mouth from behind, a large body pressing up against him as Lyca starts crying loudly, dark violet eyes looking up at the scared look in his dad’s light violet eyes.

TBC
082505/16703