Author's note: Hiyas! I have all these ideas in my head for Family fics with Bakura/Anzu, along with E/Marik, but I didn't want to write all the one shots separately. So I bring you these little drabbles. None of them are in chronological order. So enjoy!
Warnings: Well, there might be some suggestive scenes, but I'll warn you when we come to that
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Nor will I ever. I don't own Elecktra, Amba, or Arek. They belong to Sorceress of the Nile. I only own Rin, Akio, and Hiro.
Chapter one: Becoming the Father
"You're pregnant?!"
Bakura stared at Anzu in disbelief, seeing the cheerful smile on her face grow even wider. She nodded, her head bobbing up and down as she did so. "Yeah," she began, her face glowing. "Almost two months. I wanted to be sure though, before telling you."
He sat down on a chair, trying to absorb all that in. Anzu was pregnant. His wife was pregnant. He ran a hand through his snowy hair, feeling his head pound. Anzu sat down next to him, the smile on her face falling. "Are you okay? You don't look so well."
He shook his head, waving a hand at her. "I'm fine, just a little shocked," he gave another sigh. "I didn't expect for this to happen this early."
Anzu gave him a funny look. "We've had lots of sex. It was bound to happen eventually and besides," she took his hand. "This is a good thing, not a bad thing. It's scary, trust me, I'm terrified, but it will be okay. Besides, Elecktra had her baby three months ago."
"Yeah, from what Marik said, she told yelled at the doctor the whole time. Hiro was not impressed, to say the least."
Anzu shook her head, knowing that was something her friend would do. She sighed. "It will be fine, Bakura, I promise."
"Alright, I believe you."
The next few months passed by quickly, before Bakura could even blink. Anzu's abdomen seemed to grow bigger and bigger every day. She seemed to spend a lot of time with Elecktra and Amba. She liked playing and taking care of Amba, which pleased Elecktra greatly because it meant that she could rest a little.
With Anzu's abdomen growing bigger, her mood seemed to be going down. She was grouchier now days, often yelling at everything in her path. They were heading to the grocery store one day when she was around five months. He was pulling into their usual parking spot, when someone cut in front of them, taking their parking spot. Anzu was seething by the time they found a spot, cursing in Japanese, then English, and finally in ancient Greek. He didn't know what she was saying in the last language, but he didn't really want to find out.
She found the man before he could head into the store and yelled at him. The man seemed pretty calm about it, looking down at her abdomen before telling her he was sorry. When Bakura went up to him, asking why he acted the way he did, the man just looked at him and shrugged. "My wife went through the same thing," he said, giving him a gentle smile. "She was crabby for months."
Of course Anzu apologized to the man later after she had a free sample of ice cream. The man accepted of course, but Bakura wouldn't deny that she was scary when she was angry.
Marik found him sitting on the porch steps one day, watching Elecktra put Amba in her stroller. The tiny baby was getting bigger and bigger every day. Marik sat down next to him as both of their wives chatted with each other. "What's wrong?" Marik asked him. "You look kind of tense."
Bakura sighed deeply, rolling his dark eyes. "Anzu's baby is due next month," he started in an irritated tone. "I am not prepared for parenthood."
Marik gave a small chuckle. "No one is. Why do you think people freak out? You can read all the books and go to all the classes you want, but it's still a scary ordeal," he looked at Amba, who giggled when she saw him. "But it's all worth it in the end."
"How?" Bakura grumbled. "I am not meant to be a parent. Take a look at my past. I have robbed and killed people, Marik. Even Ryou is hesitant around me whenever he visits."
Marik hummed at that. "Remember I was a thief as well, and during Battle City and my childhood, I did someā¦regrettable things," his eyes held a sad look in them, but it soon cleared when Elecktra looked at him. "But all that doesn't matter when they're born."
"And how does that work out?"
Marik sighed, patting his shoulder. "The minute you see him or her, all your fear seems to disappear. The only thing that matters is her. Or him. You'd do anything for them to protect them. Because they're babies, and because they're your children, there is a natural feeling to want to protect. That's what parents do."
He left soon after that with his family. His words raced through Bakura's mind, repeating over and over again until they made his head hurt. He sat with Anzu later on that evening, hands resting on her abdomen as the baby kicked against his hands. He wouldn't admit it to her, but the kicking made him secretly happy.
The kicks were each different. Sometimes they were kick and rapid, like their son or daughter was excited or something. And other times, the kicks were gentle and quiet, as if their little one was perfectly content with where they were at the moment.
Before he knew it, the week of Anzu's due date had arrived. Hiro had advised them to keep her in the house and resting so that when the contractions started, so that she would be comfortable when it started. Elecktra had even volunteered to stay at their house to help Anzu, moving into their house during the week with Amba.
It was when Marik had come to their house from work when the contractions started. They were sitting in the living room having tea. Well, trying to have tea. Bakura and Elecktra were too busy arguing on some stupid topic that Anzu was losing patience with.
"Guys," she began, a hint of warning in her voice.
"I'm afraid you're wrong, Bakura," Elecktra sneered, crossing her arms and standing under Bakura's nose. "But an onigiri with salmon in it is better than pork."
"Well I am afraid you're mistaken, magician," Bakura countered. "Salmon is too bland."
"It is not!"
"Is too."
"Is not!"
"Is too times ten."
"MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
Both of them immediately stopped arguing, turning to her with wide, and slightly guilty eyes. They immediately rushed her to the car, Marik staying behind with Amba. Bakura took the wheel, Elecktra trying calm Anzu down. Bakura's hands tightened against the wheel, hearing her cry out as sweat ran down her body.
They arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later, putting her in a wheel chair and rushing down the hallway. The nurses made the two of them wait in the hallway as they took Anzu away. For four hours, Bakura paced down the waiting room, not ever stopping. Marik bounced Amba on his knee, the baby laughing as he did so.
"Calm down," he advised Bakura. "She'll be fine."
"You don't know that!"
Elecktra gave him a withering look as she looked up from her coffee. "Anzu is strong, and you know she is. Besides, with the power that Gaea gave her, it is not likely that she'll die of child birth. Besides, Hiro knows what he is doing."
Bakura sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I hope you're right," he looked at his watch, seeing as it was ten thirty at night. "How long does it take to have a baby?"
Elecktra stood up, whacking him above the head. "You idiot! You know how hard it is to have a baby? It's like pushing a watermelon out of a tiny hole. And maybe the baby doesn't want to come out today. It happens."
He was about to reply to that when a nurse came, knocking hesitantly at the door. "Are you Bakura-san?" she asked. "Your wife is done delivering and is resting now, theā¦ops, I wasn't allowed to say anything."
The three of them raised an eyebrow at them, but followed her to where Anzu was. She opened the door, revealing Anzu sitting on a bed holding two small bundles. Elecktra grinned at her friend, shaking her head a little. "You asked for twins years ago, and now you have them."
Anzu looked down at the two babies in her arms gently. She handed the baby in pink to Bakura, the tiny girl making a noise as she was passed to her Father. He held her, looking into her tiny ice blue eyes. They were just like Anzu's. On her head, much to his chagrin, were tiny tuffs of white hair.
"She has white hair," he commented, ignoring Marik and Elecktra's snicker. "I figured she wouldn't."
Anzu shrugged, shifting the baby in the blue blanket to her right. "What do you want to name them?"
"You decide. You brought them into this world."
Anzu nodded, looking to the baby in Bakura's arms. "Our daughter is the oldest. Here name will be Isuzu, but we'll call her Rin for short."
"Rin?" Marik intervened. "Why Rin?"
Anzu glanced at him. "Suzu means bell, and Rin resembles the sound a small bell makes. And when you put it all together, the name Isuzu means "Dependable bell."
Elecktra nodded. "I like it."
"I like it as well," Bakura agreed. "For once, Magician, we agree on something."
"Oh Ra help us."
Anzu laughed, shaking her head at the two of them. "And for our boy, we'll call him Akio."
The room went silent for a moment, thinking of Anzu's deceased twin. The only sound they could hear was the sound of the newborn twins and Amba gurgling to random sounds. Bakura handed Rin to Elecktra, taking Akio from Anzu.
He held Akio as gently as he could, staring at his son. The dark brown tuffs of hair on his head stood out on his pale skin. He had his eyes closed, unlike Rin, who was busy talking to Elecktra in baby language. Akio opened his eyes slowly, looking up at his Father with chocolate colored eyes.
And in that moment, Bakura thought that maybe he could do this. Maybe.
Well, review! Nothing is in chronological order, so there may be some spoilers to the end of some of my stories. If you have any suggestions on chapter ideas, feel free to suggest anything ^^
