I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.


CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A DREAM SEQUENCE OF A RAPE**

Notes:
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
Dream sequences

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 1

Friday night in Domino City is probably pretty much like Friday night in New York, Rome, or anywhere else in the world.

Late hour workers rush home to their families, or try to as they sit, hot and exhausted in unbelievably long traffic jams. They yell, venting their frustration at being kept from the place they most wish to be, anywhere but here. They glare at one another through the steam of overheated cars and brilliant flashes of red and blue from emergency vehicles, attempting to clear the accidents that brought them to this ungodly spot in life. Once on their way, they begin to dream of bar-b-ques and pool parties. By the time they reach the peace of home, they are content, having sacrificed a few evening hours for a work free weekend.

In the well-to-do neighborhood of Ryou Bakura’s home, a group of 8 friends sit together in the living room. Well, depending on whom you asked in the group, they were friends.

Sitting in the corner recliner of the spacious room, steadily typing was Seto Kaiba, teenage billionaire, CEO and owner of Kaiba Corp. He did not consider the group friends. He considered no one a friend. His sole reason for being there was the raven haired boy, lying in the floor kicking butt on a video game.

Once again having won, said boy sprang up off the floor, practically vertical and began dancing around his fallen rival. One thing could be said for certain, Mokuba Kaiba knew his video games and like his older brother, rarely lost. His opponent laughed good naturedly and challenged the boy again, devouring another handful of chips.

Joey Wheeler’s love of video games rivaled Mokuba’s. Grabbing his controller, he hit the start button, flipping his long blond hair out of his eyes. His friends were not surprised by the large purple and black bruise on his face. They were used to seeing the blond with injuries, as a street fighter with a well known reputation, it was to be expected.

Behind the video combatants, Yugi Moto was snuggled against his darker half. With similar spiky tri-colored hair, violet eyes, and short stature, they were often mistaken for brothers. But in truth, Yugi, who looked 10 was actually 17, and Yami, who looked 17 was the revived spirit of a 5000 year deceased Egyptian Pharaoh.

On the opposite end of the sofa, legs stretched out and feet resting on the coffee table, Tristan Taylor was trying not to fall asleep. Resting his head on the back of the sofa, he tried to stifle a yawn. Failing, he covered his mouth with a bandaged, work calloused hand.

Across from Seto on the love seat sat Ryou and his darker half Bakura. With his feet tucked under himself, Ryou was reading and sipping a soda. Frequently, he looked up, asking if anyone needed anything. He took his role of host very seriously.

Bakura could not have cared less, guests or not they knew damn well where the kitchen was. He had better things to do, like keeping his money in his pocket while living the good life. Locked away in a piece of jewelry for 5000 years hadn’t diminished his skills as the King of Thieves or his temper. Currently he was reading a ragged, yellowed scroll, pausing from time to time to fill in a hard to read area.

Bakura threw his pen down on the table, causing Ryou to start. “Done,” he growled. Everyone else ignored the outburst, expecting it from the volatile thief.

He sat up in his seat, holding the scroll at arms length, and began to read the Egyptian hieroglyphics in the ancient tongue of his time.

A massive clap of thunder shook the house followed by a brilliant flash of lightening. Mokuba screeched, running to bro brother’s side. Yugi jumped, grabbing Yami’s arm. Tristan bolted upright, wide awake.

A howling gust of wind jarred the house. “I don’t remember anything about a storm tonight,” Yugi muttered watching the continuing flashes.

The power failed, casting the house into darkness. The only things to be heard were the storm and the chanting spirit. Yami whipped around to stare open mouthed at Bakura. He didn’t recognize the spell but he did recognize the cadence and the language.

“Bakura! What in the name of Ra are you doing?!” Yami shouted over the now raging storm.

Bakura paused at a break in the spell and gave Yami a knowing look. He began chanting anew.

“Get that damn paper out of his hands!” Joey shouted. He and Tristan started towards the white haired spirit.

“Yami. Stop...please.” Ryou’s voice shook with fear.

“No! Leave him!” Yami placed himself between his fellow spirit and the rest of the group. “If he doesn’t finish, there is no limit to the horrors that may be unleashed.”

Every eye in the room was riveted to the chanting spirit. A soft golden glow began to emanate from the scroll, brightening the room. Everyone stared at one another in confusion and fear. Seto stood up, pushing Mokuba into his chair, placing himself in front of the boy as a shield. Yami pulled Joey and Tristan behind the sofa then wrapped his arms protectively around Yugi. Ryou sat frozen beside his yami.

The storm was raging beyond belief. Tension and something indescribable was building in the room. Bakura’s chanting had reached a fevered pitch. Terrified whimpers came from someone. The light was gaining in brilliance, twisting and turning upon itself in the center of the room.

Simultaneously, an ear splitting clap of thunder knocked pictures from the walls. Lightening stru tre tree near the window, causing Seto to curl his tall body around his frightened little brother. And the golden light exploded in brilliance.

Yugi and Ryou screamed. As suddenly as it had flared, the golden light faded, leaving everyone rubbing at tearing eyes to clear away the lingering white spots.

“Holy shit.” Came from the stunned blond and was echoed by Tristan. Eyes turned to the center of the room. The sentiment was repeated by everyone, including the girl now sitting, wide eyed on the rug.

No one moved. The 8 boys stared at the girl. She stared back, panting as if on the verge of panic.

“Bakura what did you do?” Ryou whispered.

“I’d like to know that myself, tomb robber.” Yami glared at the white haired spirit.

Bakura glared back. “It was an old spell from my soul room. It wasn’t supposed to do this,” he snarled.

“What was it supposed to do?”

“That’s what I was trying to find out.”

Yami took a step foreword, intending to see for himself what the tomb robber had unleashed. His movement snapped the girl to her senses. She scrambled to the nearest corner, curling her body around the white blanketed bundle she held.

She had watched the confrontation between the 2, feeling the air crackle with the tension between them. She knew it could well escalate into violence. Taking cover was her best option, until she could make sense of what was happening to her.

Her frantic scrambling caught everyone’s attention.

“I suggest we all move to that end of the room,” Seto gestured to the corner opposite the terrified girl. “Slowly.”

“Good call, Kaiba. Got any others?” Tristan asked, once they had gathered together.

“Perhaps someone should try to calm her.”

“Who? You?” For once, Joey wasn’t trying to pick a fight with the CEO with his comment.

“Hardly. I believe Yugi would be the best choice.”

The short teen stared up at him wide eyed. “Why me?” He whispered.

Yami placed a reassuring hand on his frightened light’s shoulder. “I agree aibou. You look the least threatening of us all. She will most likely respond to you. I can also advise you through our mind link if need be.

“But... what if...”

“Look at her, Yugi. She is scared, not dangerous.” Yugi had to agree; the girl looked to be more frightened than he, if that were possible. He was surrounded by his friends and his yami. She was alone, among strangers, in a strange place. “I will be close by to protect you if the situation should change.”

With a small nYugiYugi slowly made his way from the group.

{{Stay where she can fully see you, aibou.}} Yugi moved to the end of the room, away from any furniture.

{{Hold you arms out so she can see you have nothing that can be used as a weapon.}} Yugi held his arms out in front of him, palms up.

“It’s okay,” he spoke softly as he approached the frightened girl. “No one here will hurt you.” He gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

{{Excellent, aibou.}} Pride and admiration flowed to him through the link.

Yugi stopped directly in front of the shaking girl. He let one arm fall to his side, touching his chest with his opposite hand. “My name is Yugi.” He pointed to her, “What’s yours?”

The girl stared blankly at him. She saw him not as he was, but dressed in ancient Egyptian garb of gold and fine linen, surrounded by servants in a room with alabaster walls covered in intricate drawings.

She shook her head and blinked several times rapidly. “A-Amara.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

Yugi gave her one of his heart warming smiles. “Hi, Amara. No one here will hurt you. I promise.” He gestured to a nearby chair. “Why don’t you come sit down and we can get all this figured out. I know you must be scared to death; I would be.” He offered her his hand.

Cautiously, Amara stood, keeping a close watch on everyone.

He szed zed her hand reassuringly. “They just take a little getting used to but they’re all pretty good guys.” His words seemed to put the girl at ease, but earned him a few frowns from his friends.

Amara perched on the edge of the chair ready to bolt at the slightest reason.

“I’ll introduce everyone to you so you won’t feel so frightened anymore.” He motioned to each one in turn. “Yami, Joey, Ryou, Bakura, Mokuba, Tristan, and Kaiba.”

As introductions were made, Amara’s perceptions of each person changed. Yami became a proud Pharaoh, complete with royal headdress and scepter, looking out over a sea of people. Joey was holding a sword and shield typical of an Egyptian soldier, standing in front of a gold inlaid door. Ryou became a young boy, playing in the dirt with several other children. Bakura was clad in blood red robes, a stained dagger clenched in his teeth and a bulging sack over his shoulder. Mokuba’s clothes went from modern jeans and t-shirt to a blue robe and scarlet belt. Tristan looked much the same as Joey only standing near the Pharaoh.

Amara felt a pang of familiarity when she saw Seto. He was dressed in deep purple, flowing robes and an elaborate headdress of gold. He carried a staff withaggeagger at his waist. He stood proud under a burning sun surrounded by others dressed in the same manner but less elaborate. He was staring across the desert as if searching for something.

His image pulled at her memory as if she had seen it all before, not in a dream but by being there.

The group began to ease towards various seats around the room. Feeling threatened, Amara began to rise. “No, its okay,” Yugi hastily reassured her, making calming gestures. “They are just sitting down so we can get all of this straightened out.” Amara eased back down, still very ill at ease.

“Amara, where are you from?” Yami asked, being sure to keep his deep voice even and calm. “Or rather what is the last place you remember?” Amara stared at him confused.

“Perhaps she doesn’t understand Japanese.” Ryou offered, “Yugi did gesture as he talked to her.”

“I speak Japanese,” Amara looked at Ryou. “But it is not my first language. You will need to speak clearly. He,” She motioned to Yami. “Has an accent and I did not understand what he said.”

“Do you speak English?” Kaiba asked clearly in said language.

Amara’s face brightened, “Yes.”

Kaiba nodded then continued in English. “This is not my first language either, but with Ryou’s help we will manage. Yami asked where you are from.”

“Tennessee. I was at home.”

Several heads turned to Kaiba, not knowing where she was referring to. “The United States of America. The southern region, if I am correct.” He paused a moment. “What is the date?”

Amara answered him, obviously confused at his line of questioning.

“Interesting, the same date.” Kaiba informed the group in Japanese.

“How do you do that, Kaiba?” Joey asked impressed with the ease at which the tall brunette switched languages.

“He has a lot of business dealings in America.” Mokuba piped up, obviously proud of his older brother.

“Could you please tell me where I am and how I got here?” Amara asked no one in particular.

“You got here because the idiot tomb robber read a spell he didn’t understand,” Yami cast a lethal glare at said tomb robber.

“I understood the spell, Pharaoh,” Bakura spit the title out as if it were poison. “I didn’t know what it would do.”

“You are at Ryou’s house in Domino City, Japan.” Yugi answered, quickly diverting the oncoming confrontation between the spirits.

Amara stared in disbelief. “No such place exists.”

“You speak Japanese though.” Tristan pointed out.

“No, not Japan. Domino City.” Amara shifted but otherwise kept a good grip on her nerves. “I was very good in Geography and there is no city by that name in Japan.”

Everyone sat stunned by what they had learned. Suddenly, Ryou jumped as a loud wail shattered the quiet. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the bundle Amara held. The screaming was coming from there.

Yugicediced the question on everyone’s mind, “You have a baby?”

Amara grinned, “My daughter, Kira.”

Mokuba moved to stand beside mother and daughter, “Is she hurt?” He asked, stretching to see the child.

“No, she’s hungry.”

Bakura and Tristan both got up and left the room. Tristan went into the kitchen and Bakura upstairs.

Ryou moved closer to Amara as well. “Can we see her?” His voice filled with wonder.

Amara unwrapped the blanket from the wailing child.

“She’s so small.” Mokuba looked up at his brother, grinning.

“She’s six months old but she was born early. She is as big as a 2 month old would be.

Tristan came back into the room carrying a rather large glass of water. He moved a small table closer to Amara and set the glass on it. He blushed when he realized everyone was watching him. “My sister always had a glass of water when she nursed her kid,” he shrugged. “I figured it was a nursing mom thing.”

“Thank you,” Amara smiled at him.

Bakura reached around Tristan, handing Amara a small blanket, making sure to bump the brunet. Tristan yelped and jumped back, stumbling over his feet.

“Bakura! Damn! Wear a bell!”

Bakura smirked. “You can use this for privacy.” He told the young mother.

Amara chuckled taking the blanket.

Bakura sat down, picking up the forgotten scroll. “How do you know about babies, yami?” Ryou was amazed not only that his dark knew anything about babies but that he had also gotten a blanket for the young mother.

“My village was poor and we helped each other,” he cast a glare at Yami. “Before it was burned to the ground and the people slaughtered.”

Yami chose to ignore the obvious slur aimed at him.

As she fed her baby, Amara got the uneasy feeling of someone watching her intently. She looked up to lock gazes with a pair of cerulean eyes. Amara had a memory flash of sitting across from Seto at an enormous feast. The image vanished when he turned to speak to Yami.

“As our resident expert on ... magic,” Seto seemed to scoff at the word. “What do you suggest we do to return our guests to their home?”

Yami took a moment before answering. “I recommend we examine the spell and write a reversal. The words are what we need most since we have the cadence from the first spell to follow. The wording must be precise or we may not return them to the correct place and time.”

“That may be difficult,” Bakura looked up from the scroll. “I wrote over the faded symbols in Japanese.”

Amara along with everyone else had a feeling things just became more complicated.

“The original writing has combined with the ink and created new words in both Japanese and Egyptian. We’ll need to find out the original words and then try to translate both spells.”

“Both spells? There was just one.” Joey was beginning to get lost in the discussion.

“No, there are 3 at least,” Yami explained. “The original, the one Bakura created when he added hirds,rds, and the one the magic created when both writings were fused.” He turned to Seto, “Can your computers reproduce each copy?”

Seto smirked at the challenge. “I believe so with a few changes to my copy program.”

Everyone was drawn back to the newcomers as the baby gave a grunt. “All finished,” Amara fastened her blouse then turned to Yugi. “Would you like to burp her?”

Yugi’s eyes went wide. “Yeah, but I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy,” Amara handed him the blanket and instructed him how to hold the infant and what to do. Yugi nestled the tiny body against his chest, being sure to keep her on the blanket draped across himself. He placed a hand under the tiny bottom for support. He glanced up to Amara questioningly. “Now rub her back.”

Yugi began to gently rub small circles on the tiny back. “How do I know if I do it right?”

Tristan and Joey laughed. “You’ll know,” Bakura had an evil grin on his face. Yugi had the distinct impression they were not telling him something important.

Ryou tapped Bakura on the shoulder, “Yami I need to go down into the basement for some boxes.”

“Why?”

“They are things I want to get for the baby.”

Bakura waved his hand dismissively. Suddenly his head snapped up, “Wait.” He jumped over the love seat, running to stop Ryou from opening the basement door. Ryou gave him a curious look when Bakura grabbed his wrist. “I may have some... things out. You’ll get yourself killed.” Ryou muttered a quiet thanks as Bakura led him into the darkness.

“He’s getting better,” Joey observed.

Just as Bakura and Ryou came back, each carrying a small box, Kira burped a loud, wet, squishy sounding burp. All heads turned to Yugi. “Wasn’t me,” he said.

“She can give you a run for your money there Joey,” Tristan couldn’t resist.

“Yeah, but she’s got you beat by a mile, wimp,” the blond retorted.

Ryou set his box beside Amara, Bakura’s on top of it. “Here are some things you can have for the baby. They are my sister’s baby clothes.”

She looked from the boxes to Ryou, “Won’t your sister want them?”

“No,” Ryou shook his head sadly. “She died as a child.” A few tears slid down his pale cheeks.

Amara tenderly brushed the tears from Ryou’s cheeks before wrapping her slender arms around the white haired teen. “I’m sorry for your loss, but I thank you for your generosity.” Ryou returned the warm embrace, taking comfort from his sorr
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There were mixed reactions from around the room at Amara’s display of compassion towards the sorrowful young man.

Suddenly, Tristan gave a huge yawn. “Man, I can’t fight it any more; I need to get to bed or I’m going to fall asleep on my feet.”

“I’m not sure what to do with an extra guest for the night,” Ryou said apologetically.

“I do,” Seto pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “I will take Amara and her child back to the mansion and begin copying the scroll. Yami and Bakura can begin translations tomorrow.”

“Big brother?” Mokuba’s was obviously disappointed. “You promised.”

Seto closed his cell phone, placing it back in his pocket then knelt down, bringing himself eye level with his brother. “I know I did Mokuba and I have tried very hard to keep my promise to you. Circumstances tonight have changed. Ryou does not have space for everyone now.” He pulled the raven haired boy into a tight hug. “I will stay at the mansion and you can stay here and have fun. Tomorrow, bring everyone over for brunch and then we will have a pool party and use the new grill.”

“Really?” Mokuba brightened.

Seto nodded then found himself on the receiving end of a bone crushing hug. He wondered when his little brother became so strong.

“Thank you, big brother! You are the best!”

“No, Mokuba, thank you. For being better,” he whispered.

“He’s getting better,” Tristan muttered. Yami nodded in agreement.

By the time the limo arrived, everything was sitting by the door ready to go. As the driver loaded the car, Ryou pressed a pair of slippers into Amara’s hands. “They were my mother’s. She’d want you to have them.”

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Amara found herself standing in front of the biggest, most beautiful house she had ever seen. “You live here?”

“Yes.” Seto’s mouth turned up in a small smile. He found Amara’s awe over his home amusing.

“It’s...” she wondered what inadequate word came closest, “... breathtaking.”

Seto had never heard that word used to describe his home before. “Thank you.” He held the mansion’s door for Amara, yet she refused to enter.

“I have a fear of dark places,” she explained. Seto reached inside, turning on the entrance hall light. “Thank you,” she murmured.

An older, woman with a bright smile met them by the stairs. “Master Kaiba, I was hoping to see you before I turned in for the night,” she greeted then turned to Amara. “This must be our houseguest?”

“Yes. Everything is ready.” Amara wasn’t sure if Seto was asking a question or giving an order. But the woman seemed not to care either way.

“Yes, it is, I fixed everything up myself.” She turned to Amara. “Now dear, we don’t have things for a baby, but I put extra pillows and blankets on the bed for the little angel. If you need anything, my name is Tessa, I’ll most likely be in the kitchen during the day, my husband, Andrew is the butler, you just find one of us and we’ll be happy to help.”

Amara couldn’t help but be drawn to the motherly woman. “Thank you, Tessa. My name is Amara and this little angel is Kira.”

Seto watched his housekeeper fuss over the baby. “Tessa, there is to be a brunch and pool party tomorrow for Mokuba’s friends...”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Tessa waved her hand, cutting off her employer. “Young Master Kaiba called and explained what would be needed.” Seto smiled. He knew what Mokuba had ‘explained’. He wanted burgers and lots of sweets. “I’ll have everything ready on time. Good night to you.” Tessa turned down a hallway, her footsteps quickly fading away.

Amara couldn’t stop herself from looking at the artwork decorating the walls as she followed Seto upstairs. It was beautiful but the house had more of a museum feel to it than that of a home. “You inherited this house didn’t you?”

Seto stopped and turned to her, “Yes. How did you know?”

She shrugged, “The house has a cold utilitarian feel to it, no real personality at all. It says nothing about who lives here.”

Seto raised an eyebrow, “Maybe that is how the residents here are.” He kept his voice intentionally flat.

“No, you and your brother are both warm and loving people. Not like this house at all. It feels cold...cruel.”

Seto blinked. Never had he been described as a warm and loving person. He was cold and distant. He had been ‘trained’ to be that way. Amara’s remarks left him feeling unsettled. He didn’t like the feeling, so he fell back on what he was comfortable with, the business at hand. “This is your room.” He opened the door, turning on the light. “Everything you need should be here and that door leads to a private bath.”

He turned to go. “Thank you.” Seto turned back. Amara bowed low to him. “Thank you for your hospitality and generosity, Master Kaiba.”

This girl continued to throw him off balance. “Do not concern yourself with it. And call me Seto, if you want.”

“I do appreciate all you are doing for us,” she bowed again.

Seto returned the bow. “My room is across the hall if you happen to need anything.” He left, closing the door.

With a tired sigh Amara surveyed the room. “Well moppet, even crazy, deluded, psychotics need showers.” She made a nest in the center of the bed, blocking the infant in on all sides with pillows. Once satisfied, Amara turned on the shower and after a quick check of her sleeping angel; she tried to lose herself under the hot spray.

Seto left his room intending to retrieve several contracts from his downstairs office, when he heard crying from Amara’s room. He knocked and receiving no answer, opened the door. He walked inside going straight to the bed with its very vocal occupant. Hearing the shower, and decided to see to the child’s needs himself. He had after all cared for Mokuba since their adoptive father died; how hard could it be to care for a baby?

He reached out and carefully readjusted the pink blanket around the tiny body. His fingertips brushed against a pink and green pacifier tucked in the folds. With a knowing smile, he picked it up then gently tickled the chubby cheek pressed against the bed. He watched in quiet awe as Kira turned her head to take the clear plastic nipple into her tiny mouth. A tender softness spread over the CEO’s face as the baby nuzzled his palm. No one, except Mokuba had ever seen him look this way and he hadn’t for several years.

Seto curled his slender fingers protectively around Kira’s head as he softly rubbed her tiny back. All thoughts of mergers and contract negotiations flew from his mind as he sat completely at ease, content to simply sit and keep company with a sleeping infant.

Amara quickly finished her shower, thinking Kira was crying. She had listened intently for a moment and heard nothing but she had been wrong before. She opened the door to the touching sight of Seto sitting on the bed, comforting the small child. Amara couldn’t tell if the slight pink tinge across his face was from the muted lighting or embarrassment at being seen at such a vulnerable moment.

“She was crying,” Seto stood, his hand lingering on the small curly haired head.

“She’s used to nearly constant contact. I held her as much as I could while she was in the hospital.” Amara sat on the bed. A comfortable silence filled the room as they watched the sleeping child, casting glances at each other.

“I should be going.” Seto grimaced, his voice though soft seemed harsh. “Do you need anything?”

Amara held up the bundle in her hands, “Laundry room? I don’t have any other clothes.”

Amara watched as Seto left without a word and entered his room. He returned a few minutes later with an arm full of clothing. “You are welcome to these until we can get you something more appropriate.”

“Thank you,” Amara smiled at Seto. “And goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Seto smiled at her in return.

Once alone, Amara dimmed the lamp and opened the door half way. She hated being shut in as much as being in the dark. She crawled into the soft blankets and was soon sleeping.

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Darkness.
Hurry.
Lightening in the distance. Storm coming.
Faster. Run.
She falls.
Hands grab, dragging her.
The darkness deepens.
Struggle! Scream! Get Away!
“Quiet!”
Pain! Her face burns.
Struggle.
Fingers bite into her arms.
Her shirt tears.
Get away!
“Be still!”
Pain! Her stomach...
Teeth bite her breast.
Pain!
Warm wetness drips down her chest.
Fight!
She kicks out.
Free!
Run!
Pain! Hands grab her hair.
She hits a wall.
Can’t breath!
Pain!
Her jeans tear.
She hits the ground.
Pain!
Crawl away!
Weight pressing her down.
NO!
PAIN!
She screams.
“Shut up!”
Pain! Her face!
Wetness on her cheek.
Burning pain! All through her body!
Hot fluid spurts into her.
NO!
Pain! She is kicked.
Alone.
He...
NO!
Realization.
I was...
Blackness.

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Seto went down to his office, after leaving the mother and sleeping child to pick up his contracts. While there, he also reviewed some reports and answered several urgent e-mails. Checking the clock, he realized he had been there for over 2 hours. The need for sleep was making itself known.

Reaching his door, he heard what sounded like a struggle coming from Amara’s room. He looked in the open doo seo see Amara tossing and mumbling. He decided to wake her in case she became more active in her dream and accidentally hurt the baby.

“Amara,” he called softly.

She tossed her head, throwing her arm in front of her face, “No. Keep back.”

“Amara.” Seto called louder.

She threw her arm out in front of her body as if trying to defend herself from someone. “Let me go. Please let me go.”

Seto reached out, gently shaking her shoulder. Her nightmare seemed to worsen at his touch.

“No. Don’t do this. Let me go.” Amara folded her arms across her chest. “Don’t.....” She screamed.

Seto grabbed both Amara’s shoulders and shook her hard, trying to wake her. “Amara! Wake up!”

Her eyes flew open but held a blank unfocused look. “No! Don’t rape me again!”

Shocked, Seto’s blood ran cold at her desperate cry. “Amara, wake up! No one is here to hurt you! You are safe!” Her eyes suddenly focused, and she tensed before realizing where she was and who she was with. “It’s me Seto. You’re safe.”

She looked around frantically. “Seto?” Her voice shook with fear.

He nodded. “No one’s here. It’s just us.”

Amara began to shake violently, “God not again.” She buried her face in her hands.

Seto reached out, pulling her to him. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her long red hair and whispering calming words to her in much sam same way he did when Mokuba had a nightmare. He had never felt the desire to comfort another person, except for his brother, ever, but now all he wanted to do was make this girl’s fears vanish.

Amara tried to pull away, “I’m sorry. You should have to deal with this.” Seto didn’t let her.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He looked into her eyes, “Are you okay now?” She nodded. “Want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “Will you be okay alone?”

“Yes. It only happens once a night.” Reluctantly, Seto let her go.

He stood, letting his hand linger on hers. “Do not hesitate to call if you are frightened.” Something in his tone left no room for argument.

Amara settled into bed once again, staring after Seto’s retreating form. For the first time in over a year, she had felt safe, truly safe. And it had been in the arms of a complete stranger.


A lone figure walked down a long hallway. His footsteps echoed in the silence. He stopped before a nondescript door and adjusted his tie. He knocked once before entering. He closed the door and waited patiently.

“Yes.”

He turned towards the voice in the shadows. “Sir, the mages lost the target.”

“Why?”

“There seemed to be another source for the casting, sir.”

“Has it been located?”

“Yes, sir. The home of Travis Bakura, father of one Ryou Bakura.”

There was the creak of a chair and a tall slim figure moved to stand near the single window. “And?”

“We dispatched watchers immediately, sir.”

“And?”

“There was a girl seen leaving with Seto Kaiba, sir. They returned to the Kaiba mansion.”

“Girl?”

“Yes sir. However, she was reported to have been carrying an infant sized bundle.”

“Good. Report to me when there is certainty. Dismissed.”

“Sir. There was another unforeseen emergence.”

The figure turned to stare at the man. He barley controlled the shiver that ran up his spine.

“What?”

“A man, sir.”

“Is he of any use?”

“Unknown. He will be adequately interrogated and reports will be made, sir.”

The figure nodded, satisfied. “Dismissed.”

The man opened the door and left. Once outside he sighed in relief and hastily departed.

TBC

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