A/N: I'M BACK FANFICTION!
Notes: Yeah, I know it's been forever. Good news is, I've got my own computer and now I'll be able to post more. The same thing goes for my DA account. Anywho, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Warnings: mentioned visionshipping, mentioned artificial insemination (just in case), Ishizu-centric\
Please R&R. Hope you all enjoy! NO FLAMES!

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Ishizu knows the world isn't pretty, and she's oh-so jealous of the young, pudgy little girls in their lace dresses with stickiness all over their cheeks and hands.

They're what Ishizu wanted, and maybe what she still wants to be.

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Ishizu knows she's beautiful with her black hair, blue eyes and dark skin. She's oh-so jealous of the pale-skinned, pudgy, acme-scarred women with glasses and ratty hair.

They're imperfect, and Ishizu's filled her role perfectly.

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Ishizu (thinks) she knows what is right and wrong. She's oh-so jealous of the women with a cigarette clamped between their red lips, and she's really jealous of the women who's round thighs shine in the heat of the sun.

They're free, something Ishizu doubts she will ever be.

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Mai comes home late at night, feet sore and make-up running. She throws herself down on the couch, kicks off the heels that Ishizu warned her not to wear and starts to unbutton her blouse. Ishizu slowly walks downstairs dressed in a thin nightgown with no sleeves. (It's Mai's favorite.) She settles herself next to Mai, and she begins to rub Mai's feet and thighs.

"I swear, I don't see how you handled the museum by yourself! People are idiots! They're not there to look at the artifacts! They're there to look at the gross stuff and drive you insane!"

Ishizu smiles slightly and gently pulls at Mai's gray skirt. "It's not that hard. You're feet eventually toughen from standing so long. You'll eventually learn to tune out the idiotic comments as well."

Mai laughs and slowly sits up. She cups Ishizu's face in her hands and kisses it. Her right hand then travels down Ishizu's neck, over her aching breasts and lands on the small swell of Ishizu's stomach.

"Are we nuts for doing this?" Mai smiles and Ishizu shakes her head.

"I have no regrets."

Mai smiles and pulls Ishizu into a chaste but heated kiss.

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The child Ishizu holds against her breast is pudgy and soft. Black hair, black eyes, dark skin—she's everything Ishizu wanted and more. She's dressed in a cream-colored nightgown with thin sleeves and a cream-colored bow in her hair.

She glances up at Ishizu and smiles a toothless smile around Ishizu's nipple.

"We share blood, my darling." Ishizu kisses the baby's pudgy cheek. "We are bound together."

Ishizu doesn't hear Mai enter the nursery, and she's only mildly shocked when Mai kisses her on the cheek.

"Hey," Mai says, and she runs her hand over the baby's head. "How are you doing?"

Ishizu smiles. "Perfect."

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Ishizu's breasts and ankles are swollen; she hasn't had a solid eight-hour sleep in days; she's moody, and she leaks; she's sore, and her eyelids feel like lead.

Ishizu has never been happier, because now she is finally human.