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 NOTHING I FIND OFFENSIVE HOWEVER YOU MAY SO...THERE YOU GO**

“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 9

‘Reality bites.’

Amara was exhausted, and worried, and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and pass out, literally, pass out. All day long she had taken care of complete strangers, comforting them, bandaging them, letting them cry on her shoulder, only stopping for Kira or Mokuba. Staying busy had occupied her mind, keeping the worry at bay.

If not for Mokuba, it would have taken over and she knew she would have fallen apart. Her upbeat attitude had been for his benefit and maybe to a lesser degree Yugi and Ryou. It would be so easy to give in to the nagging fears, but she was made of stronger stuff than that. She had proven it time and again. Still, it would be nice to slap someone upside their head and scream, ‘Tag! You’re it.’ Then quit the game.

“Reality fucking bites.”

When the immediate emergencies were taken care of, she had immersed herself in the mundane activities of life to keep herself from dwelling on the unknown. Kira had been bathed and put to bed. Rooms were readied for everyone staying the night. Dinner was prepared and cleared away. The only thing left to do was convince a worried boy to go to bed still not knowing if his brother was hurt or not.

Rubbing her neck, she walked outside, psyching herself up for the inevitable argument. “Mokuba, You ne...,” she trailed off, not trusting her tired eyes. “Seto?” He looked up and her exhaustion vanished. “Seto!” The next thing she knew, she was off the ground and in his arms, tears of relief streaming down her face.

Holding the sobbing girl, Seto was hit with two startling realizations. One- Bakura was right, not that he would ever admit it to the white haired thief though, this was where he belonged. Two- everything that made life worth living, was right here, right now, inside the closed gates of his home, safe.

He stroked Amara’s hair, whispering soothing words until her crying subsided to sniffles. She pulled back, wiping red rimmed eyes. “I’m sorry, I broke the lock on you office.”

Seto couldn’t help but laugh, “You’ve just went through a major earthquake, cared for strangers all day, not to mention Kira and Mokuba, and you’re worried about a door.” He hugged her tight.

She snuggled into his chest, “It does sound kind of silly when you put it like that.”

“I see you and Mokuba are none the worse for the experience, how’s Kira?”

Amara laughed, “She slept through the whole thing.”

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Seto was examining the damage to his office door when Amara came downstairs.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“How did you do this?”

“I kicked it.”

Seto was impressed considering the lock’s strength and the wood used for the frame.

Amara pointed towards the kitchen, “You want to join me? I bet you’ve eaten about as much as I have today.”

He looked as if the thought of eating had never occurred to him.

Amara poured milk for them both while Seto took a jar of peanut butter from the pantry and got two chocolate bars from the cabinet.

“Everyone settled?” He opened the jar, scooping a large glob onto a plate.

“M’hm,” Amara was slicing a banana. “I put Grandpa in my room since it is closest to Yugi’s. I figured they’d be more comfortable that way.”

“Where do you plan on sleeping?” Seto dug a piece of chocolate into the peanut butter.

She shrugged, plopping a slice of banana on top of his chocolate. “One of the other rooms I guess. Now try it.”

Apprehensively, he did, and grimaced, “That was nasty.” He downed half a glass of milk.

“More for me,” she popped a banana covered treat in her mouth.

“Stay in my roo
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Amara nearly choked, “Stay in your room? With you?” she coughed.

Seto nodded, “I doubt I’ll be sleeping tonight though. I have to deal with the inspectors and get things ready for tomorrow.”

“You need rest too, Seto.”

“I’ve done it before,” he smiled.

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Amara snuggled deeper into the warm bed, tucking the blankets up under her chin. She breathed in the scent that clung to the coverings and her pillow. She had slept on the side of the bed Seto’s scent was strongest on. She knew it was silly, but figured who would know.

“Mmmmm,” she rooted deeper into the fluffy softness, stopping when she heard a quiet chuckle.

She cracked open an eye and saw the owner of that delicious scent sitting across the bed, smiling at her. “Good morning,” she mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

She nodded, “When did you come up?”

“About twenty minutes ago, I wanted a shower.”

Amara noticed his damp hair and half open shirt. “Did you get any sleep at all?”

Seto shook his head, “No, and I need to get to the office early and start checking the systems.”

“Neither driver is here.”

He stood and finished buttoning his shirt, “I’ll drive myself.”

“That’s not the best of ideas considering how much sleep you haven’t had.”

“I’ve done it before,” he slipped on his jacket and left.

‘Oh, no you don’t, mister. Not if I can help it.’ Amara climbed out of bed; made sure her daughter wouldn’t accidentally roll off if she turned over in her sleep, and went to wake the necessary forces.

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Seto headed to his car, sipping at a very large cup of very strong coffee. He stopped short, raising an eyebrow at the blockade in front of him.

“You are not driving yourself to work.” He could tell by her stance, Amara wasn’t about to back down.

“I am perfectly capable of driving myself.” Seto didn’t know if he should be amused or annoyed.

“Now. What about when you come home? You’ll have been up for over 36 hours and no one should be driving after that long without sleep.”

He opted for annoyed. “I do not have time for this.”

“Then give in,” she smirked. “You won’t win.” Amara stepped aside to reveal Mokuba and Yugi standing behind her. Ryou stepped out from behind Bakura. Seto suddenly found himself facing off against an irresistible force.

“She’s right, Kaiba. You’ll be in no condition to drive yourself home tonight. No sleep plus the stress from dealing with whatever you find at work would wear down anyone, no matter how capable they are.”

Seto could see why Yami rarely won arguments against his light. Yugi’s seemingly childlike innocence was a weapon the small duelist wielded well.

“And you most likely will skip eating. Low blood sugar won’t help your already exhausted condition either.” Ryou’s quiet voice was filled with concern. Bakura stood behind his light, cleaning a fingernail with his dagger, looking pointedly from Amara to Kaiba.

He looked down to see Mokuba staring up at him with watery grey eyes. “Please, big brother, yesterday was scanougnough.”

Grudgingly, Seto caved. “Then how do you suggest I get to work?”

“Me, rich boy. Get your ass on the bike,” Bakura stared lustily at Ryou. “I want to get back before my hikari gets woke up too much, he’s more fun to play with sleepy.” A huge shudder of anticipation ran through the white haired hikari’s body.

Feeling the need to at least explain, Amara stopped Seto as he passed, “You gave up the right to put yourself in unnecessary danger when you asked me to stay.”

“You have yet to give me an answer,” his tone was harsher than he meant for it to be.

“And this is why.” She turned and walked away.

Seto expected an argument, actually a fight. She hadn’t screamed, cried, begged, or threatened; she simply and undeniably made her point and left the next step, and the ultimate decision up to him.

“Don’t make me gut you today, Kaiba. I’d much rather be fucking my light.”

“I’ll talk to her when I get back. I have some thinking to do.”

“Really?” Bakura started the bike. “It’s give and take, rich boy.”

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Amara watched as Bakura’s bike faded from view, she didn’t really see a motorcycle on a modern highway but a horse in the desert. With a sigh, she lay down beside Kira, waiting for her to wake, only stirring when Mokuba came in and crawled into bed with them.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because you brother is too stubborn for his own good. He’s determined to prove to the world he can do it all alone, and he’ll kill himself trying.”

“That’s how our adoptive father wanted him to be,” the raven haired boy sighed sadly. “He’ll be mad now.”

“He’ll get over it.” Amara watched Mokuba twirl a strand of Kira’s strawberry blonde hair loosely around his finger.

“He was a bastard, Gozaburo that is.”

She frowned, “Your brother know you talk like that?”

Mokuba shrugged, “He was. He beat Seto. And he locked me up for days so I couldn’t see him.”

“Didn’t Seto tell anyone?”

“He said it was no big deal if it kept us out of the orphanage. And Gozaburo never hurt me, just yelled and kept me from seeing Seto.”

Amara took Mokuba’s small hand in hers, “Your brother loves you very much.”

“I know,” Amara found herself pinned by pleading grey eyes. “I just wish he’d start to love himself.”

“We’ll fix that, little guy.” She was glad to see the seriousness start to fade and the boy’s normal carefree demeanor return.

Kira had woken up without either noticing and rolled over, hitting Mokuba in the eye with her tiny fist.

“You okay?” The boy nodded, moving away from the squirming child. Amara chuckled, picking up her daughter, “Let’s get some breakfast.”

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“Now, there are several dishes made up in the refrigerator that you only need to heat up. There is a large bowl of salad and some....”

Amara sat at the kitchen bar, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. She tilted her head back and stared at Mokuba. The boy rolled his eyes, making the universal sign for too much talking with his right hand.

“Tessa, I think we can manage a few hours on our own.”

“Dear, there are few restaurants open, if any, because of the earthquake,” she nailed Mokuba with a hard glare. “I know how the men in this house eat, left on their own, and the rest of them are no better.”

Amara resisted the urge to laugh as the raven haired boy squirmed under the housekeeper’s stern frown. “I’ll make sure everyone eats.”

“And you make sure she does,” Tessa shook a finger at the young man. He nodded, very seriously.

“Now do I have everyone’s lists? Where is the one for that nice ? No? No, no this is for...”

Mokuba grinned at Amara, pointing towards the door where Andrew waited patiently for his wife. He gazed at her lovingly, a small smile on his face.

“All ready dear.” Tessa announced, preceding her husband outside.

“We will be visiting our daughter for a few days, and returning to the mansion Sunday morning. Please, inform Master Kaiba, he may have forgotten, in all the excitement.”

“I bet he opens the car door for her,” Mokuba grinned as soon as the butler had left.

“He probably does,” Amara tapped his nose. “Take notes. So what do we do now that it’s just the three of us?”

“Have some pie?” She frowned. “Cookies?” The frown deepened. “Pack for the beach?”

“Sold!”

“Okay,” Mokuba jumped off his stool. “Just don’t let Kira beat me up anymore.”

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Yugi and Ryou set the last two hot dishes on the table, followed by Mokuba and Joey with salads.

Joey glanced around the table before taking his seat, “Where’s Otogi? Ain’t he coming?”

“No,” Tristan slapped a huge pile of steamed vegetables on the blond’s plate then helped himself. “He has discovered the company he hired to install his DDM arenas was not as good as Kaiba Corp.” Seto looked up at the mention of his company. “The damage to the electronics was massive. He’s afraid he may have to scrap them and start over.”

“I’ll offer to send some technicians over on Monday to advise him,” Seto pushed the bowl of vegetables towards Mokuba, pinning the boy with a hard look.

“Why wait til then?” Yugi was surprised the CEO had offered to help the DDM master at all.

“I closed Kaiba Corp until Monday. The workers need time to see to their families and homes.”

Everyone gaped, wide eyed.

“Everyone ready for the beach?” Amara looked up from spooning carrots in Kira’s mouth, her change of topic blatantly obvious. A chorus of ‘yes’ went around the table. “What about you, Grandpa?”

“Since I had so much help cleaning up the mess at the shop and house today, and thanks to Kaiba’s inspectors,” the old man inclined his head to his host. “I now have a free weekend and will visit my friend, Arthur Hawkins in Tokyo.”

“When will you reopen the shop, sir?”

He chuckled, “I will be open Monday with a shipment of the latest series of Duel Monster cards set out, ready for sale.”

Mokuba grinned, that was what he wanted to hear.

“All done pumpkin,” Amara wiped the last remnants of pureed carrots from Kira’s face. “Let’s put you in your swing and you can get nice and sleepy for mom.”

“Give,” Bakura held out his hands for the baby. “I’m done.”

“You think that’s safe tomb robber?”

He glared at the spirit of the puzzle, “What more can she do to me?”

‘Gods if he only knew.’ Amara thought, hiding a smile behind her napkin.

When it came time to clean up from dinner, Bakura refused to give up the little girl. He sat and teased her with his batwings, being certain to pull back before she could pull his hair. When the task was finished, he propped the baby on his shoulder, following the group into the living room. Kira gurgling as she chewed on his shirt collar.

“Yami, you may want to move her,” Ryou reached out towards his other.

“Mine,” the thief turned his shoulders, blocking his light from the baby. “You can’t have.” Just then Bakura made a sour face. “She didn’t.”

Ryou nodded, “She did.” Surprisingly, he kept a straight face.

Bakura looked over his shoulder; an orange glob was running down his back, “Yours.” .

“Where’s the tomb robber?” Yami asked when Ryou came in with Kira.

“Taking a shower. She threw up on him.”

Everyone was laughing, Yami loudest of all.

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Coming out of the shower, wearing a towel, Amara bumped into Seto, entering. Laughing, they side stepped back and forth a few times before stepping to opposite sides.

“I used your shower since Grandpa’s in my room. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Give the woman my room and she takes my bath.” The sparkle in the cerulean eyes belied his words.

Seto finished his shower and found Amara sitting on his bed, watching TV, still wearing her towel. He raised an eyebrow in question.

“I forgot to grab something to sleep in.”

He opened his closet, “Help yourself.”

“So I take it you’re actually sleeping tonight?” she called out, rummaging through Seto’s shirts.

“Eventually,” rapid typing filled the room.

“You are not a machine you know,” she stuck her head around the closet door, “Shorts?”

Seto motioned over his shoulder to his dresser, “Third drawer from the top.”

“It can wait for morning; you’ll have time since we aren’t leaving until later,” she walked over, finishing buttoning the white silk shirt. Seto smiled approvingly.

Noticing a dark spot on the right breast, he lifted the shirt by its collar. The shirt moved but the spot remained.

Amara blushed when she realized what Seto was looking at. “That’s a...um, tattoo,” she coughed. “I got it on a dare with a ‘friend’. She got her nose, eyebrow, tongue, navel, and nipples pierced, and I got a tattoo.”

“Can I see?” Seto reached for the top buttons.

Amara put her hand over the opening, “Only if you promise to not work tonight.”

“Bribery?”

“Only if it works.” Seto shut off the computer. Amara dropped her hand.

He unbuttoned the top buttons and pushed the shirt aside to reveal a blue rose with two buds on a single stem surrounded by leaf clusters. “Blue.”

She shrugged, “I couldn’t decide so I told the artist to pick his daughter’s favorite color.”

“Isn’t ‘artist’ reaching a bit far?”

“No. He was very talented; he drew this free hand.” Seto noticed the amount of intricate detail and grudgingly admitted ‘artist’ fit. “And he was a lot more discreet than most doctors I’ve been to.”

He brushed his fingers over the colored skin, “Soft like a rose. Shaped like a rose,” he leaned over, breathing deeply. “Smells like heaven.” He lightly kissed the smallest bud.

Amara giggled, “I think you’re smelling ‘perfume of shower gel’.”

“No ‘perfume of Amara’.”

“That’s so corny.”

“Not if it works.” Taking her face in his hands, Seto pressed their lips together, surprised when Amara deepened the kiss.

He was even more surprised when she flicked her tongue against his upper lip. Curious to see how far she would go, he opened to her. Teasingly she stroked along the edges of his tongue, coaxing him into a duel. He forcefully stroked along the top of her muscle, and moaning, she immediately surrendered to him.

“That was surprising,” he said once they parted.

“Sometimes a girl has to go after what she wants.”

“Let it not be said I would deny a girl what she wants,” he leaned in to kiss her again.

Kira started crying.

Groaning, Seto pulled away looking at the baby lying in his bed. “She does that on purpose. No being on Earth can have that horrid of timing, or be that hungry.”

Amara couldn’t help laughing at fru frustration, “That’s a cold cry.” She lay next to Kira, pulling the blankets over them both

“How do you tell the difference?” Seto lay down, sandwiching Kira between them.

She shrugged, “You learn.”

Quieting down, Kira snuggled against Seto’s bare chest. He instinctively placed a hand on her back. “Why is she up against me?”

“You don’t have on a shirt and are giving off more body heat than I am.”

“But you’re her mother.”

“Kira trusts you, and she knows I’m close, so to her, it’s safe to cuddle your warmth.”

They lay quietly, each lost in their separate thoughts.

Seto finally broke the silence, “I’m sorry for my reaction this morning. You’re right; I shouldn’t place myself in unnecessary danger when there are others depending on me.”

“I know you’re driven to do things on your own, but just letting someone into your life makes you dependant to a point, at least on them.”

“Dependency is a weakness. Weaknesses are unacceptable,” Seto’s voice dropped as he spoke. “Weakness is punished.”

Amara lightly touched his face, “Seto, he’s gone. His rules no longer have to be obeyed.”

“How...” he frowned, “Mokuba.”

“Yes,” she pressed her palm to his cheek, “He’s worried about you. You’ve denied yourself far too long.”

“Some things are hard to move beyond.”

“Only if you try to do it alone,” she tilted his chin to look into his troubled blue eyes. “No person was meant to stand alone.”

The three of them lay together, two silently offering comfort and one silently accepting it.

“You know, you’ve gotten better at that,” Amara said sleepily.

Seto looked at her curiously, “At what?”

“Apologizing.”

“I hope you’re patient.”

She yawned, “On which point, the apologizing, the risk taking, or the reaching out?”

“All three.”

She grinned, “I am.”

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In the morning, Amara was woke up by persistent tapping on her shoulder. She cracked open an eye to see a near panic stricken Seto.

“Help,” he pointed to his chest. Kira was trying to nurse off him.

She laughed, bringing Kira to her, “Bet that’s a first for you.”

“Unquestionably,” Seto got up and turned on his computer.

“Couldn’t wait until after breakfast?”

“Good thing I didn’t, school has been postponed a week due to the earthquake,” Seto said somewhat smug.

“You’re fu...,” she remembered what Bakura said when she used that comment on him. “Never mind. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”

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The moment Seto parked the van, Mokuba, followed closely by Joey and Tristan was out the door, heading for the water.

“MOKUBA!”

“They won’t let him drown, Seto.” Amara held Kira on her hip and was shouldering several bags. “Let’s get things set up inside and we may still have time for a swim before dark.”

“What shall we do about rooms?” Ryou set his and Yugi’s bags on the sofa.

“This is good until everyone’s inside and they can pick.” Amara dumped the bags she had next to Ryou’s. “Let’s go play in the water, pumpkin.”

Hours later, a soggy, sandy group of teens stood in the front room of the beach house.

“Where do we bunk?” Joey asked, shouldering his bag.

“Seto,” Mokuba tapped his brother’s arm. “We got a problem. There’re only four bedrooms.”

Seto realized they needed five with Amara and the baby.

“Me and Yami can sleep merged,” Yugi offered

“So can we.” Ryou’s comment earned him a growl from his dark.

“Hell, fucking no!” Eyes wide, Amara slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sowy,” she mumble. “It’s you guys’ trip too, and half the fun is...being with the person you want to... be... with.”

“I have an idea,” all eyes turned to the youngest Kaiba brother. “Seto and Amara can share the biggest room with Kand and I’ll sleep on the screened porch.”

“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate, Mokuba?” Tristan frowned, not believing the suggestion came from the raven haired boy

“NO! They slept together when Yugi’s grandfather stayed over.”

Jaws dropped.

“Did you do the nasty?”

“BAKURA!” Ryou couldn’t believe his yami asked that. Actually he could, but still.

“What?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, fiend.”

Bakura smirked, “I didn’t ask about kissing little sister. I want to know if you and rich boy go it on.”

“That is none of your business, Bakura.”

“As her only living male relative, I am making it my business, pharaoh.”

The two spirits were glaring again, shadow magic crackling.

Amara rolled her eyes, “Please, Kira was in the room with us.”

Ryou clamped his hand over Bakura’s mouth, quickly whispering in his ear. “And I will too.”

Whatever he said worked; Bakura shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor as if it were the only important thing in the world.

“What if a storm comes up, Mokuba?”

He hadn’t thought of that. “Well, it is a big bed, so I could come in with you and Amara, Seto.”

Seto looked at Amara. “I don’t care,” she said. Taking her comment as agreement, Mokuba was off with a whoop.

On their way to their rooms, Bakura positioned himself by Seto, elbowing him in the ribs. “So?” he whispered too low for his hikari to hear.

“We didn’t.”

“Why not?” Bakura’s expression became lethal. “She not good enough for you rich boy?”

Seto’s look clearly stated he thought the thief had gone stupid. “Kira was hungry then she was cold,” he grumbled. “Her timing is as good as Mokuba’s.”

“It’s not just children, Kaiba.” Yami empathized with the CEO. “Yugi’s grandfather has walked in on us repeatedly.”

Bakura was extremely glad his hikari’s father was gone all the time.

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Amara jerked awake from a sound sleep, but couldn’t figure out why. She listened intently, hearing only the even breathing of Seto asleep beside her and snoring from somewhere down the hall. She sat up, looking around the room. The night sky was clear and starlight brightened the room. She smiled at Kira sleeping peacefully in the portable crib Tessa, in her wisdom had picked up.

She had no time to react as the sides of the crib slowly collapsed in upon the sleeping infant. “KIRA!” Her scream tore through the silent house.

Seto bolted awake, immediately taking in the danger. He was at Amara’s side trying to lift the collapsed rails off the baby. Their door burst open, the others rushing in.

Bakura shoved Amara aside, adding his strength to Seto’s. Tristan and Joey each taking one of the other sides. The crib refused to release regardless of their efforts.

“Ra be damned! Why won’t it open!” Bakura growled through clenched teeth.

Kira was screaming, frantically, and Amara was in tears clinging to Mokuba and Yugi.

“The clasps gave, letting it fall in and have relocked. They won’t release again until it goes all the way down.” Yami was on the floor, examining the latches and keeping Kira from becoming tangled in the bed sheets.

“Get my dagger!” Ryou ran from the room, returning quickly his dark’s knife in hand. “Yami, take my place and don’t let this thing fall.”

“What are you planning?” Amara was surprised her voice sounded so calm.

Bakura gave her a determined look, “I’m going to get her out, little sister.”

He moved between Joey and Tristan and began to pry the jammed latch from the wood. The first one came free, flying across the room. He moved to the other side of Tristan and started working at the second.

Once both were free, he lay on the floor and shoved the bottom end up, away from the bed. “Ryou, get her out.”

The slim hikari slid beside his dark, slipping his arms under the barrier, easing the child out. Once Kira and Bakura were safely out the way, the other four let go. The crib crashed into a twisted pile of wood and cloth.

Amara was shaking too hard to take her daughter from Ryou. Seto took her, laying her on the bed, carefully checking for injuries. He only found a tiny scratch on the top of her foot. He pushed Amara onto the bed and handed Kira to her mother. Grabbing his cell phone, Seto left the room, his rage barely contained.

Yami followed the furious CEO outside. He was ordering the person on the other end of the line to find out everything possible on the companies that had manufactured the defective crib, and the latches. By the end of next week he intended for them to be reduced to nothing more than names on discarded papers littering the floors of the world’s stock exchanges.

“Kaiba.” When the tall brunet didn’t respond, Yami placed a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. “You must control your anger. Amara needs you, not your vengeance.”

He stared at his rival, “I shall give her both.”

Joey and Tristan had moved the broken crib outside, overriding Bakura’s desire to send it to the Shadow Realm. Everyone sat on the bed clustered around mother and child, taking comfort from each other to banish the last remnants of fear. They moved aside when Seto came in, making room for the billionaire beside Amara. He pulled her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Bakura saw the possessive way Seto held his little sister and threw Ryou over his shoulder, “Come on, we’re not needed here.” They left, Ryou blushing fiercely.

Tristan and Joey discreetly left, both with knowing grins. Yami and Yugi followed, leaving the remaining four sitting on the bed, looking very much like a family. They remained that way for quite some time.

Mokuba fell as, hi, his head resting in his brother’s lap.

“You want to tuck him in here?” Amara asked quietly, not wanting to wake the boy.

Seto shook his head, “He’ll never forgive me.” He carefully picked up his little brother and went to settle him in his own bed.

Back in the room, Amara lay Kira down, stretching out beside her. When he came back in, Seto lay beside Kira as well, propping his head up on his arm. Kira scooted over to him then scooted back to her mother, fussing.

“What’s wrong?”

Amara shook her head, just as confused by her daughter’s restlessness.

Seto sat up and pulled off his shirt then lay back down. With a grunt, Kira nestled against him, and went to sleep.

“I guess both of you go after what you what you want.”

Amara grinned, “You.”

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“Report.”

“Sir, the Kaiba mansion will be vacant for an extended period of time.”

“Where have they gone?”

“Unknown, sir.”

“It is of no concern. Break in and leave no evidence.”

“Yes sir.”

“Take anything that tells when the child and mother will be away from the others or alone in the house.”

“Yes sir.”

“And determine where they have gone.”

“Yes sir, we have a tail on them now, sir.”

“Dismissed.”

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: I hope you had a great vacation. I was in a moderate earthquake, and I’d rather not do that again. Never fear, Kira isn’t finished with poor ‘Kura yet.