I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Company, Pop Tarts, or Kono Company if it happens to exist.

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 SETO/AMARA LIME**

Author’s notes
“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]]
Dream sequences
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 8

A large Kono Company moving van was parked in front of the Kaiba mansion. Four teens shuttled boxes and furniture from the van to the far end of the garage.

“Are we getting near the end?” Joey called out, setting another box on the growing stack in the corner.

“There’s about twenty-five more,” Amara pushed several boxes towards the open door.

“You said that twenty-five boxes ago.”

“These were hidden behind the dressers.”

Joey pulled off his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead, “Ryou better appreciate this, is all I got to say.”

“He does, Joey. You know that,” Yugi waited patiently for another box. Amara stood, mouth open, staring at Joey. “Amara? A-maaarrraaa?”

She looked at Yugi, blank faced, “Whu...?”

“Box. I need a box.”

Reality kicked back in. “Oh!” She shoved a small box at the diminutive duelist. “Here you go.”

Yugi turned to see had captured the red head’s attention, “Nice view?” he grinned.

“It really sucks being a straight woman around a bunch of sexy looking, sweaty men,” she muttered.

“I thought you liked Kaiba,” Yami, also shirtless, winked at her, flexing.

“Looking’s allowed,” she raked her eyes over the former ruler’s chest.

“And you’re getting an eyeful,” the king of games ducked around the side of the truck just missing the roll of tape Amara threw at him.

Joey sauntered back to the van, leaning on the open door seductively, “So you like what you see?” he wiggled his hips suggestively.

Amara leaned close to the blond. “I’d like it a lot more if you’d drop you pants and wiggle that tight butt at me,” she whispered, licking her lips.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen Joey blush, aibou.”

“Yeah, me too, and I’ve known him longer than you.”

The last box was finally unloaded and stowed in the garage. Joey helped Amara down from the back of the truck, “So when’s the next load coming?” He slammed the rear door closed.

“This was what didn’t need cleaning or was easily cleaned at the house. The next one is the stuff to be cleaned. They’ll drop the upholstered furniture off at the restoration place first then come here.” Yugi plopped down in the grass.

Joey joined him, “Break time.”

“I’ll get sodas,” Yami headed for the house.

Amara was right behind him, “I’ll get snacks.”

They were relaxing on the front lawn when Tristan rode up, with a passenger on his bike.

Tristan pulled off his helmet. “Hey guys! Look who’s back from Europe promoting DDM.”

Long, jet black hair tumbled from under the helmet as the wearer pulled it off. “Otogi!” The three boys greeted the newcomer.

“’Mara come over here,” Joey yelled. “Meet Otogi.”

She saw the black haired man dressed in robes, carrying an open scroll, ordering people to place sacks and large jars in various places around a huge room. “Hi,” she extended her hand.

Otogi was too busy staring openly at Amara’s bare legs to notice her hand. His eyes trailed up stopping at the snug fitting t-shirt she wore. “A little farther there dude,” she teased. “My face is about a foot higher up.”

He blushed, shaking her hand. “Yeah you’ll have to watch out for Otogi here, Amara. He’s not like us,” Tristan threw an arm over the raven haired man’s shoulders.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Joey nodded seriously. “He’s bi.”

“So if I flirt with him, he’ll think I mean it?” she laughed.

“Hey!” Yugi pursed his lips out in an exaggerated pout. “You don’t mean it when you flirt with me.”

“Heck no! Yami would send my scrawny butt to the Shadow Realm if I did.”

“Damn straight!” The former pharaoh gave his light a lusty leer.

Otogi laughed along with everyone else, “I like her a whole lot more than Tea. She’s more fun and a lot less preachy.”

“Wait til you hear how I got here,” Amara settled herself in the grass with Kira. “It’s a hell of a story.”

After about an hour of filling Otogi in on the past couple weeks, Yami looked at his watch. “Ryou and Bakura should have returned by now.”

Tristan grabbed his helmet, “I’ll go check on them and see if anything went wrong. You guys can catch up while I’m gone.” After starting his bike, he noticed Amara looking his way, practically drooling. At first, he thought she was gawking at him then realized it was the bike. He walked over, squatting in front of her. “Want to come?” he held his extra helmet out to her.

She looked down at Kira in her lap, chewing on the hem of her dress. “We’ll watch her for you if you want to go, Amara.” Yugi offered, “You’ve already fed her.”

Her face lit up with a huge grin, “Sure!” She grabbed the helmet from the brunet, strapping it on.

Tristan blocked her from getting on the bike, arms crossed, frowning. “Shoes,” he pointed to her bare feet. She rolled her eyes, sighing deeply before reluctantly donning her sneakers.

As he roared out onto the highway, Amara had a vision of riding behind Tristan on horseback across an endless expanse of desert; she cleared her head with a small shake and settled back to enjoy the ride.

Tristan gunned the bike, opening up the throttle every time he took a corner. Amara loved it, gripping him tighter every time. He intentionally took the long way around to get to Ryou’s house just to see what kind of reaction he could get from the red head.

There was no sign of the white haired teen or his yami at their damaged house. Tristan turned the bike around quickly, fish-tailing the back end. Amara squealed, clutching him tighter.

They were joined by Bakura and Ryou on the way back to the mansion. Bakura would speed up, pulling ahead of Tristan then slow down, letting the brunet get in front of him and circle around behind him and do the entire maneuver again. By the time they got back, Amara’s face was flushed and her throat dry from laughing.

“I take it you enjoyed that,” Tristan grinned, removing his helmet.

“Very much,” she kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks handsome.”

“Hop on little sister, go for a ride on a real machine.” Bakura patted the empty seat behind him.

Amara’s eyes sparkled, “I need to check Kira first.”

“Come on ‘Mara, just go,” Joey scoffed. “I got the kid’s swing out and Yugi changed her. She’s good.”

She jumped on the bike, grabbing frantically at Bakura as he shot off down the street. The image of riding in a chariot with a crimson clad thief filled her mind’s eye.

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The Kaiba brothers sat in the back of the limo glad to finally be leaving Kaiba Corp, but for different reasons. Seto was thankful to get away from his idiot investors whose business sense began and ended with ‘make me more money, now’. His thirty minute meeting had drug out to two hours and they still wanted a better explanation as to why Kaiba Land required another year to fully open to the public.

Even though he enjoyed trying out the new VR games, Mokuba wanted to get ready for their weekend at the beach. Tessa was going to go shopping for their food and he wanted to make sure she didn’t forget the important stuff. Plus, he still needed to pack and wanted to buy new swimming trunks.

He was staring out the window, wishing the driver would hurry when a motorcycle sped past, causing the raven haired boy to do a double take. “Seto, Amara just went by on a bike...with Bakura.”

Seto looked up from the document he was reading, “What?”

“It was them,” the boy insisted. “No one else in Domino has red hair like that.”

The CEO frowned, going back to the paper in his hand. Amara riding on Bakura’s bike? He wasn’t too sure how he felt about that, but he did feel an urgent need to get home, now.”

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Bakura saw the mansion looming in the distance, and got a wonderfully evil idea. “You trust me little sister?” he shouted over the roar of the bike.

“With my life!”

“Then hang on!” He revved the bike, jumping them foreword. When the driveway of the estate came into view, he pulled up on the handlebars, throwing his weight back, pulling the front tire off the ground.

Amara screamed in surprise, tightening her hold on the thief, pressing her body into his. Bakura pressed a hand over her clasped ones reassuringly, before grasping the handlebars, setting the front wheel back down. He came to a stop at the end of the street, spun a few doughnuts then roared back to the waiting group.

“A little reckless, tomb robber,” Yami was glaring daggers.

“Don’t get the royal panties in a twist pharaoh. I’d never put little sister in danger.”

Tristan knelt beside Bakura’s bike, “Looks like those adjustments I made are working for you.”

“Runs like a dream come true,” Bakura grunted.

Mokuba ran over, grabbing Amara in a tight hug. “I saw you go by.”

She laughed, “I was hoping it was you. Where is your brother?”

“He went to change. I wished he’d hurry I want to ask if I can go for a ride with Tristan.”

Otogi approached the spirit of the ring, “Bakura, would you mind taking me for a run? I’ve been thinking of getting one of those but have yet to try one out.”

“Hop on. Let’s see if you scream like little sister,” he smirked.

Amara slapped him playfully on the back, “Yeah but it wasn’t in fear, brother.”

Just as Bakura was getting ready to fire up, a low rumble was heard from the garage. Everyone turned to see a black cfigufigure, wearing a silver helmet with a Blue Eyes White Dragon emblazoned on the side ride out on a Harley Road King Special Edition. He stopped in front of Amara.

Pulling off the helmet, Seto shook out his hair, holding it out to her, “Want a ride?”

Before Amara could answer, Mokuba ran over. “CanIgoforaridewithTristan?” he rushed out in a single breath.

Seto had long age mastered the fine art of deciphering hyper little brother speech, “Yes, but stay off Bakura’s bike, he’s crazy.”

“’Kay!” The raven haired whirlwind was off, strapping on a helmet as he ran.

Seto turned back to Ama“So?“So?” He held out his hand. She took the helmet, sitting behind the tall brunet.

Speeding down the highway, Seto enjoyed the simple pleasures of the powerful bike beneath him and the tight embrace from the girl behind him, forgetting all the concerns he had carried for most of his life.

The riding came to an end when Andrew announced dinner was served.

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Amara hadt plt placed a mouth watering filletred red snapper on her plate when Kira began to cry.

Seto lifted the child from her carrier, handing her to her mother. “I can take care of her so you can eat,” he said quietly.

She smiled, “That’s a nice idea but you are not... equipped.” She turned to leave.

Joey reached out taking her arm. “’Mara don’t go. Stay here. Eat one handed, you’ve done it before.”

She glanced at Otogi, “I don’t want to make our guest uncomfortable.”

Otogi looked confused, “Why would I get uncomfortable with you feeding her a bottle?”

“I don’t use bottles.”

Otogi went beyond red, but recovered quickly, “No stay, please. You’re not doing anything vulgar. I won’t be offended.”

Yami came in from the living room, carrying Kira’s blanket, handing it to Amara. The baby was soon settled and everyone resumed their dinner, the topic of conversation being the upcoming weekend at the beach.

“I managed to rearrange my work schedule,” Tristan helped himself to another piece ofckencken. “I have to open and close the next two days but I can leave with you guys Thursday afternoon and stay til Sunday.”

“Great! So we can go, right big brother?”

“Yes, Mokuba. We can go.”

The raven haired boy whooped for joy, tipping his chair back, but somehow managing to keep it from falling over. “I’m going to go pack!” Mokuba ran from the room then ran back in, grabbed another roll and raced back out again.

“I wonder if he realizes he has to wait til Thursday and this is only Monday?” Ryou laughed.

“We can tell him when he comes back down for desert,” smiling, Seto turned back to his plate.

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Amara sat on her bed, attempting to brush her tangled mass of hair. She swore as another snarl got caught in the bristles.

“You wouldn’t have that problem if you had worn it up.” Seto stood in the doorway.

“How long have you been watching?” Amara literally ripped the brush free, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Long enough,” he took the brush and sat behind her. “Let’s see if I can be a bit more gentle.” He carefully began working the tangles free with fingers and brush. “Why did you wear it down?”

“You said you liked it this way.”

Seto stopped mid stroke. She did it for him? He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, someone, other than Mokuba had done something just for him. Let alone something which reed ied in extreme discomfort for them later on. “Is that why you’ve worn it down more lately?” She nodded.

Several minutes later, Amara realized Seto was no longer fighting tangles but was simply brushing her hair. “I-I think the tangles are gone. You can stop now.”

“I don’t want to,” he said softly.

“And I guess whatever Seto Kaiba wants, he gets?”

“Always,” he pushed her hair aside to gently kiss the fading mark he left on her neck from the other morning.

She leaned back against his chest, “What about what I want?” she asked breathlessly.

“What do you want?”

Amara turned so she was facing the handsome brunet. She brushed his bangs from his face, trailing the cinnamon locks through her fingers. “Only what’s fair,” she leaned foreword, “And this,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his.

With a low, throaty growl, Seto took over, deepening the kiss, forcing his way into her mouth. He fisted one hand in her hair, sliding the other under her shirt, caressing her back.

Moaning, she broke away, arching against his touch.

Seto began to suckle the soft spot below her ear just behind her jaw. He pushed her shirt up, bunching it under her breasts, letting his hands roam freely over back, stomach, and sides.

“Touch me,” he demanded softly, licking her earlobe. “I want to feel your hands touching me.”

Amara shyly unbuttoned the lower half of his shirt, slipping her hands beneath the silky fabric. Her fingers ghosted over the well defined muscles of his stomach and along his ribs.

“Gods, it’s like I’m being caressed by wind,” he breathed.

“Your touch is like being kissed by fire.”

Seto crushed their lips together in another heated kiss, moaning loudly as her fingertip grazed his rock hard nipple.

Thinking she had done something wrong, Amara tried to pull away, stopping when Seto grasped her wrists.

“No, it felt good, very good.” He pressed the palm of his hand to the side of her breast, slowly rubbing his thumb over her erect bud, returning the favor. She cried out softly from the sensation. “See? Very good.”

Amara boldly massaged her fingertips in tiny circles over both hard nubs, earning a groan of appreciation from the brunet.

Seto unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts. “Tell me stop, and I will,” he murmured huskily, kissing along her jaw.

Her mind refused to form the words for her to speak, she simply nodded.

Seto heard Kira tossing restlessly in her crib, ‘Please don’t wake up, baby girl. Please.’ He slid his hands under Amara’s bra, cupping her breasts.

Kira began to cry.

Amara laid her head in the crook of Seto’s neck, clinging to him, fighting to come down from the blissful heights he had taken her.

“Are you okay enough to get her?” Seto asked tenderly stroking her back.

“Y-yes,” she stood on shaky legs, making her way to the crib. “Hey baby, what’s the matter?” she cooed.

Once in her mother’s arms, Kira began to root under Amara’s clothes, latching on, nursing hungrily.

“I’ll take this as my cue to go,” Seto wrapped his arms around Amara’s waist, nuzzling into her hair.

She leaned back against his warm body, “I’m sorry.”

“We need to figure out if this is what we both want,” he stroked Kira’s thin hair. “I know it is for me.”

Amara closed her eyes, knowing he expected an answer. “I don’t know,” she whispered. She felt Seto tense behind her and grasped his arm, keeping him from pulling away. “I could be gone tomorrow. I don’t want to leave you alone with only pain.”

“We can tell them to stop.”

“No, they’ve worked so hard and are almost done.”

“You don’t have to go back,” Seto cupped her chin, tilting her head, and kissed her softly. “Stay with me,” he kissed her again.

“Gods I want to.”

“I’ll provide for you and Kira. You’ll never want for anything. St he he whispered against her lips.

Amara moaned, leaning on him for support. “I have no choice now, the spell isn’t done. Ask me again when there’s a choice. It’ll give us time to be sure we both want this and for the right reasons.”

“Fair enough.”

With a parting kiss, Seto left the room, closing the door then leaning against it. “Damn. The timing of people in this house under fifteen positively sucks.”

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“Amara! Have you seen Tessa?” Mokuba came flying into the kitchen, “I need to tell her the things I want for the beach house so she can get it tomorrow.”

Amara raised an eyebrow at the boy, “What did you have for breakfast?”

Mokuba chewed his lower lip, thinking. “Cereal, orange juice, toast with jam, and 2 Pop Tarts.”

‘That would explain it,’ she thought. “Do you eat like that when you go to the office with your brother?”

Raven hair danced as he rigorously shook his head, “No. I wait and eat doughnuts in the conference room.”

‘Lucky me.’ Amara laughed, “I think she’s upstairs.”

“I just came from there,” the boy protested.

“She took the back stairs,” Amara pointed to a closed door in the kitchen. Mokuba was racing up them before she could lower her hand.

“Well, pumpkin, at least there’ll be someone in this house who can keep up with you in...” she trailed off, realizing what she was going to say. “...a couple years,” she finished quietly.

She smiled at Kira, sitting in her carrier on the breakfast table. ‘I guess I’ve made up my mind. I want to stay. Everything I want and everyone I care for...no...love is here. Why go back?’ Having made her decision, Amara felt...well, relieved or happy just fell way too short-home, she felt as if she had come home.

“Let’s go pack for this beach trip and see how many clothes you’ve outgrown since last night. I think I’ll go shopping today, I need a swim suit myself.”

Just as her foot touched the bottom step, Amara felt a rolling sensation, similar to being on a boat in choppy waters. She looked in the living room, a picture fell off the wall and the floor seemed to be...rolling in waves?”

It hit her, “Quake,” she whispered. “MOKUBA!”

Clutching Kira tight, she lurched like a drunken man up the stairs. Mokuba met her coming down the hall, his eyes wide and terrified. She grabbed the boy’s arm, holding him up as they stumbled back down. Where was the safest place for them to go? The desk in Seto’s office came to mind, it was solid oak and large enough for all three of them to get under.

The door wouldn’t open, “Seto always locks it.” Mokuba was near tears.

Amara pushed Kira into the boy’s arms, and kicked the door as hard as she could. It gave, but didn’t open. A vase crashed to the floor next to them, Mokuba began to cry, clutching Kira tighter.

Amara grit her teeth, kicking the door again. It flew open; the frame shattering as the lock broke free. Ignoring the pain shooting up her leg, Amara pushed the frightened boy under the desk, crowding in behind him, holding him close.

This had happened to her before. She remembered crouching under a table with two children as alabaster pillars crashed to the ground around them.

It seemed like an eternity before the tremors began to subside. “It’s ending, Mokuba. It’ll be fine,” she soothed, rubbing his back.

When the movement finally stopped, Amara backed out from under the desk, taking Kira from Mokuba. They sat together on the book strewn floor, Mokuba holding tightly to her waist.

“Is she okay? I was holding her pretty hard?” he sniffed, wiping at his eyes.

Amara chuckled, “She slept right through it.” She lifted Mokuba’s face, wiping the last of his tears away, “How about you?”

He nodded, “I’m okay. Just scared.”

“Me too,” she brushed back the hair from his face, “Your first one?” He nodded again. “Mine too.”

“Mokuba, Amara!” Tessa called.

“We’re here,” the trio emerged from the office into the debris strewn hall.

They were pulled into a motherly hug by the older woman. “I was so worried about you three.” She squeezed them even tighter, “Now stay in the living roomil Ail Andrew and I check the damages.”

“I’m going to the control room and make sure the computer is working and get the house on self containment mode.”

“Okay, but then come back here, there may be aftershocks.”

Mokuba took off and Amara laid her sleeping daughter in her bassinet, amazed the infant had slept through all the excitement. She moved about the room, righting things and picking up broken glass.

She was sitting on the sofa when Mokuba came back. He satt tot to her, snuggling close. “Everything good to go?” she asked, hugging the boy close.

He nodded, “It’s self contained now, running off generators and the property’s own water supply. But I couldn’t get through to Seto.”

“Well kiddo, he’s got to see to all the workers’ safety and make sure the Kaiba Corp building is secure. He knows we’ll be fine here; and he’ll call as soon as he can. So in the mean time, we wait.”

Andrew came running down the stairs, “Amara come help me. There is a car accident outside. Tessa will care for Kira and come get you if you are needed.”

“Can I come?” Mokuba asked.

“Sure. Go get some first aid stuff in case anyone’s hurt,” he took off upstairs. “He needs a distraction,” Amara said to the butler’s questioning look.

Amara, Andrew, and Mokuba tended to the victims from the car accident. The most serious injury was a broken arm, but scraps and scratches were plentiful. Everyone was told to sit quietly on the lawn, in case of internal injuries until emergency medical help arrived. Tessa kept everyone all well supplied with coffee and sandwiches.

Volunteer policemen had finished moving the damaged vehicles to the side, opening the road back up, as Bakura and Ryou rode up. Both were uninjured though Ryou was still shaking.

Their house had sustained no new damage but the construction workers had to stop until a certified inspector deemed the structure stable. Since as uas under construction, it would undoubtedly be low on the list of priorities.

Everyone huddled around a small, battery operated radio Ryou pulled from one of his boxes. News of the quake was not good. It was the second worse earthquake in Japanese history, surpassed only by the 1923 Great Kanto earthquake coming in at 8.3 on the Richtor scale. This quake was an 8.1. The epicenter was not located in Domino City but the damage was still massive. Tristan and Joey came inthe the newscaster warned everyone to take precautions against aftershocks.

Ryou was immediately hovering around Joey, who had a deep cut on his cheek.

“Let him fuss over you Joey,” Amara placed a placating hand on the beleaguered blond’s shoulder. “It’ll be more for him than you. He needs to do something.” With a sigh, Joey surrendered to the white haired boy’s over protective nature.

“Otogi’s fine. We were at his place when the quake hit,” Tristan took a sandwich. “He does have a sprained wrist though. He wants to stay at the shop and make sure there’s nothing wrong with the holo-arenas.”

“What about you and Joey?” Amara asked. “You both got someplace to stay?”

“My building is closed until it’s inspected, since it’s so run down. My dad’s staying with some drinking buddies of his, and me...” Joey shrugged.

“You stay here.” She left no room for argument.

“My mom’s going to my sister’s til this is over with. And my dad works for the city and he’ll be busy so...”

“You’re here too,” Amara interrupted him. “Has anyone heard from Yugi?” All four shook their heads.

“I’ll go and check on the pharaoh’s household.”

“’Kura,” Ryou bit his lip, unsure how to express his concern without angering the spirit.

Bakura kissed his light’s forehead, “I’ll be careful.”

“I’ll go with you,” Tristan shoved the last of his sandwich in his mouth. “You never know what you’ll bump into after something like this.”

The white haired thief frowned at the brunet’s implications, “You think I need help to handle the idiot mortals running around out there?”

Bakura’s attitude didn’t phase him, “Nope, but it’ll make everyone feel better.”

Andrew came in as the two cyclists were leaving. “Miss Amara, there is a group of people outside the gates asking for help for their injured family members.”

“Take some water and food down and gather up all the medical supplies we have.” After he had left, Amara sig ‘At ‘At least we’ll have something to do while waiting.’

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Bakura and Yugi pulled up just as two ambulances pulled away. Bakura noticed Ryou helping a small child whose arm was in a sling, drink a cup of juice.

“I see you’ve been busy,” he said as Amara came up.

“It keeps everyone’s mind off things. Where’s Tristan?”

“Pharaoh stayed behind to put up wardings on the building, and the old man stayed to make sure he didn’t screw it up,” Bakura watched as Ryou bandaged a woman’s leg. “Shark fin stayed back to bring the old man over here.”

“How bad is it Yugi?”

“Just some broken merchandise and a couple cracked display cases, but the power is out all over the city and the house runs on electricity.”

“You can stay here,” Amara offered.

“Yeah, that’s what Tristan said.”

She glanced over to Mokuba, “Yugi have you heard anything about Kaiba Corp?”

“No, the phone lines are down, but the building is still standing.”

Bakura didn’t miss Amara’s reaction when Yugi said the building was standing. She was putting up a good front but she was terrified. He decided Kaiba was urgently needed someplace other than where he was.

Yugi’s eyes glazed over. “They are on their way,” he said, coming back into focus.

Bakura motioned for Ryou. “Hikari, I am going to get Kaiba,” he said quietly.

“I’m sure he has responsibilities at the company, yami.”

“He has more important responsibilities here,” the spirit growled. “If anyone asks, tell them, but try and keep it from the kid and little sister, if you can. You suck at lying.”

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The CEO of Kaiba Corp sat at his desk checking his e-mail. He wished he could highlight the entire inbox and hit delete. Not a single message so far was of any importance, confirmations of meetings, employee complaints, and auto replies that his messages had been opened. As far as importantms, ms, there were a grand total of two reports, which were printed out to be read later, and an order change from a European customer for 3 more holo-arenas.

Seto sat back in his chair with forty-five minutes before his meeting with the Research and Development Department. He picked up one of the printed reports. ‘May as well get it done now.’

He was on the third page when the room started to shake. Seto looked up to see the large bookcase in his office swaying. Realization hit as it crashed to the floor.

Seto dove under his desk. He had complete confidence in his design of the building that it would withstand the tremors, but falling ceiling tiles were a very real hazard. Horns blared outside soon followed by the unmistakable sounds of metal grinding together at high speeds.

Seto’s thoughts raced to the mansion. Mokuba knew what to do to set up the self containment protocols. Amara would look after him as well as she did Kira, of that he was certain, if they were uninjured from the initial tremors.

When the tremors began to subside, Seto came out from under his desk, cell phone in hand, calling the mansion. It wouldn’t connect. He furiously typed an e-mail, sending it through the Kaiba Corp satellite system, hoping it would be ahead of all the emergency messages about to come flooding through.

Seto sent orders to every depent ent and office in the building. He chose to occupy his mind with the immediate task at hand since he couldn’t go home, roadways would chocked with accidents now and later with emergency vehicles. Calling home was out of the question too, since land lines were down and the cellular systems would be monopolized by emergency services.

A knock sounded at his door, his company inspectors were ready to begin the process of assessing damages, clearing the building, and tending the injured. Seto went with them, refusing to sit idly by at the mercy of his imagination.

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Bakura rode his bike right through the doors of the Kaiba Corp building. He parked in front of the obviously shaken security guard at the desk and demanded to know where Seto Kaiba was. After a bit of persuasion, the guard was most helpful, lucky for the guard.

When Bakura reached Seto’s office, finding Seto not there, he seriously considered going back downstairs and gutting that guard for lying to him.

Seto was notectiecting to find a very pissed spirit pacing his office when he returned.

“Where the hell have you been rich boy!”

“I do not answer to you,” he sat tiredly in his chair. They had checked the entire building, finding only cosmetic damage and 15 minor injuries. Everything was in working order, running off the backup generators, but working. Kaiba Corp was lucky; several surrounding buildings were now nothing more than large piles of rubble.

Bakura yanked the chair back from the desk, spinning it around to face the CEO. “You damn well better start Kaiba. You get your ass downstairs. I’m taking you where you belong and you can go conscious or unconscious, no difference to me.”

“I have responsibilities...”

“You left them!” Bakura growled. “Mokuba is doing you job, scared to death you’re dead. Little sister is pushing herself so hard she won’t have time to think about what may have happened to you. Your responsibility is to them!”

“You have obviously left Ryou,” Seto’s tone was hard and cold. He suddenly found himself on his feet, face to face with the spirit’s fury.

“I made sure my lover was safe before I left. Have you even tried to contact them?” People who have had the honor of being spoken to by the white haired fiend in such a soft quiet voice when he was furious, didn’t live long. “You are coming with me now.”

Bakura eased Seto back down into his chair and smoothed the CEO’s jacket and shirt from where his fists had wrinkled the fabric. “I love her. Not the same way you do, but just as fierce. You cause her pain, Seaibaaiba. You die.”

Seto slowly stood. His hand whipped out latching onto the thief’s throat, lifting him off the floor. “If I hurt her, I’ll let you kill me. And if you EVER touch me again, I’ll take that knife you’re digging in my ribs and shove it up your ass.” He set the thief back on his feet.

Bakura grinned, “We have an understanding,” he slid his dagger into the waist of his jeans. “Now get you shit together so I can get back to my hikari.”

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Mokuba stood outside the mansion with Joey and Yami, watching the last of the injured be loaded into an ambulance. They had finally convinced Amara to go inside. She hadn’t eaten all day and they were beginning to worry about the red haired girl.

“There’s Bakura coming backoey oey motioned down the street.

“I’ll get Ryou,” Yami turned towards the house.

“He’s got Seto!” Mokuba started running.

“I’ll tell Amara too, she’ll be relieved.”

Seto had barely gotten off the bike before Mokuba tackled, forcing the older to struggle to stay on his feet. Bakura moved in behind the two siblings, letting Seto lean against his body, steadying himself.

“I ran the computer and got everything set up just like you showed me, big brother.”

“So I was told,” Seto hugged his little brother close. “I am very proud of you.”

He noticed Joey standing near by, bandage on his face. “Pup?”

“It’s nothing Kaiba.”

Seto frowned slightly, but accepted the blond’s dismissal. Ryou came running out, straight into the arms of his dark. Yami and Yugi followed at a much slower pace. The look-a-like duelist filled him in on the condition of the game shop as Ryou berated his other for letting them worry.

“My inspectors will be arriving soon to go over the estate’s buildings. I’ll send them to everyone’s es bes before I turn them over to the city.”

“You may want to send them to Otogi’s place too,” Tristan said. “I know he’d appreciate it.” Seto nodded absently, looking around for Amara.

“She’s inside,” Yugi knew she was who the CEO was looking for. “We finally got her to go in and eat something.”

A shadow caught Seto’s attention. He looked up to see Amara coming towards the group. Her hair was mussed, her clothes rumpled, and she looked exhausted. But to the ionaionaire, she was an angel turned mortal.

TBC

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