This is awesome, so... yeah.

"I have… something to tell you all."

"Spit it out, Bakura," Marik said angrily. Malik glared at him and he glared right back. Yugi looked at Bakura with wide, curious eyes, while Yami rested his chin on folded hands, looking extremely uninterested.

Bakura took a deep breath, letting it out shakily. His form flickered a little. "Ryou is… is…"

"You… killed him?" whispered Malik, bringing his hands to his face. Bakura shook his head, looking at the table in front of him. He couldn't make contact with anything anymore, hovering a few inches over his chair.

"He's very much alive… and... with… with child." There was a collective gasp and Marik stood up suddenly.

"He's what?" he asked, livid. Yami was also enraged, but showed it in a much calmer way. Yugi and Malik exchanged confused looks; boys couldn't get pregnant, right?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would happen, I-"

"Shut the fuck up," Yami said, leaning back in his chair and covering his eyes with his hand. "Stay quiet." Bakura had never been so afraid in his life, so he closed his mouth and stared at Yami. "You knew this could happen, didn't you?"

"I didn't-"

"Don't lie to me, asshole. You knew this could happen, didn't you?"

Bakura shook his head, but he was lying again. "Ryou's life is in danger because of your selfishness. You do realize that, don't you? You've written him a death sentence, and that innocent inside of him is going to die as well." Yugi looked up sharply, gripping Yami's arm.

"Ryou is going to die?" he asked, distraught. Yami didn't look at him.

"There is an extremely high possibility either the months he has to carry it or the childbirth will kill him," Yami muttered. Bakura was looking more and more helpless, closer to tears than he had been in his life.

"Please," he whispered, almost gasping for air. His figure was almost completely translucent now. "Please, help him. Get rid of it, do something!"

"And what if he were to tell you there was nothing he could do?" Marik asked, his angry lilac eyes flashing at the white-haired spirit. Malik was crying already, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. Over the months he and Ryou had grown very close, and he couldn't stand the thought of losing him.

"I would… I would…," Bakura searched for an answer, but came up with nothing.

"I think there might be something I can do." Bakura glanced at Yami, hope rising in his chest. He jolted a little when he slammed back down in his chair. "On one condition."

"Anything," Bakura immediately answered, looking upward. Hopefully Ryou was sleeping peacefully in his bed still.

"Do you promise to stay with him?"

"Forever. I wouldn't even think of leaving him," the spirit shot back without a moment's hesitation.

"Is he upstairs?"

"Yes." I think… he thought to himself.

"How long has he been…?"

"A week at most." Yami sighed, finally fixing his eyes on Bakura.

"Bring him downstairs." Bakura nodded, standing up so fast he tripped a little but managed to right himself.

"So that's why you didn't want us to…," Yugi trailed off, looking up at the Pharaoh. Yami nodded, glancing at Marik, but he and Malik were staring at each other, obviously thinking the same thing.

There were some soft thumping sounds and everyone turned toward the stairwell. Ryou was still in his pajamas, and he knew what was happening to him. Bakura had one arm around his waist but Ryou ignored it, obviously angry with the spirit.

As soon as they reached the table Marik asked "Was it consensual?"

Ryou sighed and nodded, sitting down. "I had no idea this would happen, though. I realize now Bakura did?" He looked at Yami, who nodded.

"Tenshi, I'm so sorry!" Bakura urged, shaking his head with his eyes tightly shut. Ryou scoffed, anger winning out over fear.

"Too late now," he said cynically, sneering up at Bakura. All five others were shocked; Ryou was the kindest, most warm person they had ever encountered. He was bitter now, scared for his life.

"Yami?" Bakura asked, glancing at the Pharaoh.

"Ryou, do you want this child?" Yami inquired, his arm around Yugi's shoulders. Malik was still crying, but Marik had allowed him to sit in his lap and he was staining his darker half's shirt with saltwater.

"What the fuck do you think?" he asked back contemptuously. "No I don't want this hell-spawn in me." No one, not even Ryou was expecting that response.

"Once I destroy it, there will be no way to get it back. Are you sure you want to go through with it?" Ryou stopped and thought. Although he didn't love Bakura, he had agreed to sleep with him. But it was Bakura's fault they didn't use a condom, and his fault he was pregnant. Bakura seemed caring enough, but he wasn't sure he could raise a child on his own if the spirit up and left.

Ryou sighed. "Can I have some time to think, please?" he asked in a small voice, his wide chocolate eyes full of uncertainty. Yami smiled softly and nodded, reaching over to stroke his cheek. Bakura looked panic-stricken, gripping the back of Ryou's chair until his knuckles turned bone-white.

"You want it? But Ryou-"

"I never said I wanted it, you bastard!" he shouted, effectively quieting his yami. "I said I would think about it!" Bakura looked away, biting his lip anxiously.

Marik stood up, holding a calmer Malik in his arms. "We have to go. It's getting late." Yugi waved at Malik with a sympathetic expression on his face, earning a small smile in return. Yami stood up as well, letting Yugi run ahead to their car. He walked up to Ryou, kissing the top of his head then crouching to his level.

"I'll come and check on you periodically, okay?" Ryou nodded, blinking a few times before leaning up and kissing Yami's forehead in return.

"Thank you Yami. Sorry you had to see me like this, so angry."

"It's perfectly alright. You have a reason to be upset." He stood again, walking toward the front door.

Bakura wasn't sure whether he should speak or wait for Ryou first, so he ventured with the former.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, flinching a little. Ryou didn't answer for a moment, then:

"Can we go out and get something to eat?" he asked in the small voice from before, placing a tentative hand on his stomach. Apparently he was eating for two now.

"Yes! I'll help you up," Bakura said excitedly, glad he could help with something. "Where do you want to go?"

The same place I always go when I'm sad. "McDonalds."