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10-10-2-Do-Me

Chapter 2

Leave A Message at the Tone

Kaiba engaged a blinker on his navy blue Aston Martin DB9. Once the roadway was clear, he made his turn onto a fanciful thoroughfare. It was canopied in vibrant green foliage where the sun tried its hardest to break through, only creating wonder and beauty in glimmers of light. Soon the wood gently thinned out and a large centered fountain of stunning stone and ivy (working as a luxurious divider of the now visible two way residential drive) had gold lettering inscribed in its rock in English as well as Japanese, reading: 'Landaire 村' or 'Landaire Village.'

It was Sunday so the 'Landaire Village' groundskeepers were hard at work keeping up the impressive front entrance. They were pruning the small Japanese maples along plush brown mounds, freshly laden with fertilizer. The weeds invading the gorgeous beds of colorful flowers, did not stand a chance against the gardening gloved covered hands pulling and spraying in tandem. Silky green blades of grass were being meticulously mowed down to a particular inch while the bulk of the cut green was being swept into bags, and the smaller pieces blown away by loud machinery.

A few men that were standing around talking — sunhats on their heads and work gloves on their hands — were eyeing a tree and one had a chainsaw in hand. The moment the expensive vehicle caught their attention, they faced the brunet with small smiles and waving hands. Kaiba politely ducked his head in acknowledgment before raising his spread hand in a frozen wave. He was often greeted by the staff of the neighborhood since he frequented the area; especially on the weekends. He turned his attention back to the large fancy script 'L' and 'V' of the gold front gate. Glancing over at the freshly pressure-washed white security booth, he felt his face pinch around the nose.

"Kill. Me." In being a frequent guest anywhere, Kaiba had a knack for making unwanted acquaintances. One of them was currently on the black landline phone of the security booth until he spotted the car and quickly hung up; a large grin spreading across his face.

The most eager gatekeeper in the history of gatekeepers was this kid. Every time Kaiba came he forgot just how dramatic he could be. He made himself forget how he'd slide that bulletproof window back, huge grin on his face; how he'd them proceed to wave his arms around like a seizing man trying to land a plane. And once he got his luxury vehicle's driver side window parallel with the booth, he extend both palms out and say: 'Whoooaaaa there cowboy! Gotta keep those horses from buckin'!'

But most importantly, he washed the image of his 'shark fin' hairstyle from his mind. How much gel did one have to buy and use to convince themselves to do that? And who the hell would convince themselves to do that? It was because of memory lapse, he always arrived with his already less than content mood, thoroughly killed. The guy worked weekends only—Kaiba really needed to keep a tab of this for future reference.

The kid already had a hard-on for Yami as it was and it didn't help Yami fed that beast by often conversing with him—dropping Kaiba's name in the mix. It was because of this the gatekeeper always felt like he could casually start up a conversation, as if he was an old friend of his just passing through. It was a nuisance on a normal day, better yet when you have a banging hang—headache. Just a headache. It also didn't help he could not remember his name. For some reason 'Triscuit' came to mind but he assumed he was just hungry.

Taking a deep breath, he watched the boy wave his arms and plaster that silly smile on his face as he brought the luxury vehicle to a stop. He rolled his window down, "Here for lo—"

"Whoooaaaa there cowboy! Gotta keep those horses from buckin'! And you're here for lot 72—am-I-riiight?" The late-teen-early-twenty-something-year-old smiled widely at the brunet, hazel eyes sparkling. "It's Sunday brunch already? Ahh, I bet she's going to make something amazing."

Kaiba nodded, trying to hide the fact that he wanted to be struck down right in that moment. Instead he ground his teeth into one another and gave him a constipated smile, "One can hope—the gate?"

The boy seemed unmoved and instead rested his arms on the ledge of the window. "Tell me," leaning in as if they were sharing secrets, "and be straight up with me man: have you…or have you not…had her crepes?"

The constipated smile moved to explosive diarrhea, "…I have."

Naturally the kid didn't notice. Grinning and wiggling his eyebrows, he slapped his hands loudly against the front of the booth in excited succession with his words: "They. Are. The. Best. In. The. Whole. Wide. Universe!" Kaiba flinched at each bang that sounded more like a sonic boom to his sensitive brain. He firmly bit his tongue; not sure of what that beast would roar out if not tamed in pain. "I love her crepes more than life itself."

'If you value any part of your life, open the gate,' Kaiba so badly wanted to hiss but instead he nodded opting for silence. This seemed to work because now the kid was causally leaning back in his booth, swiping his ID badge and accessing the complicated (only to those who didn't speak computer) mainframe security system that alerted tenants of a visitor as well as security.

"Well I'd hate to keep you from your family," the boy said a bit distracted as he typed into the keyboard and soon the gate was rolling back. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend—oh! If you ever want to drop off the scraps," he winked, "I'll be here Mr. Kaiba."

"I'll keep that in mind…" A quick glance to the name tag, "Christian."

"It's actually Tris—"

With a press of his foot, Kaiba rolled through the still opening gate a bit faster than lawful but it was needed. He whirred his window back up, adjusting the sunglasses sitting on his nose as he retrieved his to-go cup containing cooling espresso. He sipped as he continued to regret upholding this never ending commitment to Sunday brunch at Yami's house. He didn't feel like getting attacked by a horde of small demons as he nursed himself back to health. He was sure Yami would not let him forget his poor disposition. The man always had a knack for grating on him when he was in the worse mood or state of health.

Speaking of aftereffects, when he woke up, he'd been hazy on the night's events. It felt sticky in his briefs and he'd slept so hard—orgasm inducing sleep. A type of sleep he realized he'd lost contact with. It was so deep and refreshing, he almost believed he was going to wake up to his shower running, and some random woman apologizing for using his shampoo. But she wouldn't be too random. She'd have skin like creamed coffee and full lips. He was glad and a tad disappointed to find that wasn't the case. Instead he'd woken up to an empty bed and a not so empty trash bin. How many tissues did he use in his drunken haze? He guessed the real question was how hard did he actually come? And considering how long it'd been since he last relieved himself, he assumed all of those tissues were justified.

He'd been a bit embarrassed how his call log gave him the reason behind the midnight antics. This morning as he sat in bed, staring down at his phone, Kaiba had to accept something: he'd called a phone sex line. Not only had he called, he jerked off and busted so hard he got a weird tingling in his toes during the recap. While he organized certain pain meds on his nightstand to help with his pounding head and lurching stomach, he thought over that accented voice that almost seemed like a distant dream now.

What was the operator's name? Why did it remind him of murder? He took another sip of his expensive coffee and pushed it from his brain. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter. That was a onetime thing and he could scratch that off his Bucket List. The day Seto Kaiba started regularly paying for sexual gratification was the day he'd reached rock bottom and he was happy to say he was far from that.

A Rolls Royce suddenly rolling through a stop sign, causing him to almost have to come to a complete stop, as he honked and gave the dude the finger, (getting a honk and finger back) reminded him of how much he hated Yami's neighborhood. Don't get him wrong, Kaiba was all about the finer things in life and being a snob when it was convenient. But the expensive and high-status community, voted the number one luxury suburb in Domino City, home to the city's wealthy and rich alike, did nothing for him.

Before Yami became a family man, he lived in the city a few blocks from Kaiba. The man would go on and on about how he wanted a house and a quiet existence from the hustle and bustle of Domino City, but he didn't take him for the 'number one voted luxury suburb' type. Kaiba assumed the wife hadn't hinted too subtly about the large plots of land holding marble floored entry ways and granite counter tops in the kitchens. She may have been a down to earth girl but she did come from a level of status and was expected to keep that standard.

And standards were high in 'Landaire Village.' Kaiba could honestly say there was never a time the grounds were not kept, the houses didn't look perfect and the security didn't track any and every move of foul play. He was reminded of this once he came to the second gate of the day. Some plots were gated (for an extra fee) while others were not. Yami tended to be a bit paranoid (Kaiba would never admit out loud that it was a family trait). So he typed the proper code into the metal box before tapping the pound sign.

A loud beep followed by the clicking of the gate opening happened as he rolled his window back up. He followed the long driveway through large bushes of deep green leafage, while bright white, pink, orange and red flowers blossomed their faces towards arriving guests, creating a sweet bouquet. The half mile driveway emptied to an almost storybook castle like home. It was built from beige stone with deep green ivy climbing up and around the windows. The dark roofing and varied slopes and cone shaped covers gave it a castle feel, but the architecture gave it a cozy look from the outside. A tall wall of thick green bushes protruded out from each side of the building, neatly hiding the backyard and its activities. A three car garage of the same beige stone and dark sloping roof sat off to the side, one of the doors opened.

Yami's crème colored Bentley Continental GT was parked there showing he must have run out on his wife's request. It guaranteed the annoying man was home. Spotting a flashy red and black colored Porsche Panamera in the looping driveway, he was glad he had reinforcements.

Kaiba chugged the rest of his coffee and gently got out of the car, careful not to slam the door. He took a few more Tylenol just to be safe and went to the double dark brown front entry and walked in, never needing to knock.

Immediately three animals — a white teacup Pomeranian, a chocolate Labrador and a black Bombay cat — went to investigate the disturbance. While he never minded Eswid, Yami's beloved cat so cleverly named 'black' in Arabic, or even his wife's Pomeranian also ingeniously named its color in Arabic, AbyaD, he didn't care for the family Labrador the kids named, yes, Bonnay. And yes, that did mean brown in Arabic.

With that said, he felt like Bonnay had identity issues and was constantly looking for a friend. He was assaulted with licking and happy leaps, dog nails scratching at his pants. He fulfilled the dog's wishes and scratched him kindly behind the ears while AbyaD adorably looked on, pleased her friend was getting the attention he deserved. Eswid was at a high vantage point on top of the decorative hutch in the entry way, rocking his tail back and forth as he watched the exchange with his one green and one blue eye. As expected, Bonnay became greedy with the attention and was getting more forceful with demanding affection. AbyaD joined in, feeling like it was high time for her pet.

"Get back mutts," he hissed as he swatted the dogs away, them finding it a game and barking happily.

"Is that you Seto?"

The sweet voice carried from down the hall and here came Mrs. Morcos in all her glory. Her dark chocolate hair was pulled back in a high ponytail; her eyes were lined just right and her mascara opened her bright deep green eyes even wider if possible. She was dressed in a simple long halter floral print summer dress. Despite a baby on her hip and one standing at her side, she didn't look any older than when Yami first married her.

"Look who's here?" She cooed to the chubby babe clinging to her dress. The baby boy smiled in response to his mother's consideration while the little girl at her side was already trying to climb her uncle.

"Hey Mana," Kaiba returned as he reached down and grabbed, wait, which one was this? He looked at his neph—niece, definitely a niece. Her big green eyes and dark brown hair didn't help in her name however. But the silent little girl was calm and Kaiba was okay with picking her up if she wasn't one of the wilder ones. "How are you?" He always made it a point to be as cordial as possible with her. Yami was afraid of very few things but his wife was definitely one. He had to have her as an ally.

"I'm doing okay!" She smiled brightly. "Looks like someone missed you."

The child Kaiba was holding suddenly hugged him — Mana 'awwing' in bliss while Kaiba tried not to look too awkward — before motioning to be put down. He gladly did so and watched her pick up the small Pomeranian and run from the room, Bonnay in hot pursuit. Eswid was now nowhere to be found and he envied the cat coming and going as he pleased.

"Is the food ready?"

She began walking the way she came, casting a smile over her shoulder as he followed, "We're almost done, I hope you came hungry!"

The massive kitchen of stainless steel, granite counter-tops, suspended pots and open floor plan into the living room smelled of nothing but delicious potential. As usual, Mana's signature food spread was littering the large kitchen island. He was always reminded of how she was once a sous chef of a high-end restaurant in Tokyo, before she decided to become a full time mom. It always showed in her creations and he had a feeling Yami set this brunch business up just so she could scratch that 'I need to cook for almost strangers' itch once a week.

Said husband was sitting at the island with two toddlers in his lap watching five kids run around the large living room. Yami's eyes snapped in their direction when the chubby baby Mana was carrying made a strangled noise as if announcing their arrival. Immediately his garnet eyes lit up, "My beloved has returned as radiant as she left."

Mana smiled attempting not to look so bashful, but a blush dusting her cheeks betrayed her as she casually passed the baby off to Kaiba and returned to the stove. "Why don't you tell the kids to wash up?" She chuckled at her almost-brother-in-law holding her youngest awkwardly.

Yami turned his head back to the kids that Kaiba realized were all gathered around something, attacking it savagely. He realized it was a person. "Enough fun my brood, go wash your hands for brunch!" There were cheers and yelps as they scurried off down the halls, the older ones taking the toddlers from Yami to help them. Yami slowly stood up and walked into the living room offering a sympathizing gaze to the person balled up on the floor. "Are you two okay?"

Two? Kaiba immediately let loose a small grunt of approval that had the baby he forgot he was holding to stare at him curiously. "Is he alive?" He snidely remarked as he made his way past the island, moving the babe comfortably to his hip, to view the bundles of human flesh the couch was currently blocking.

A mop of black hair shot up and gray-blue eyes narrowed at the brunet. "Hello Seto, how kind of you to care about my well-being." He stood up, dusting off his old school Galaga shirt. "I just got this…" He grumbled at its wrinkled quality.

"Well Mokuba, as your older brother, it is my duty to make sure you're safe." Shifting his eyes from Mokuba, he found the other person lurking was Yami's eldest child, Yugi. The boy was an almost carbon copy of Yami in looks with Mana's personality. Even now he was looking concerned at his counterpart.

"Are you okay uncle Mokuba?" Yugi asked as he buried his hands in his haphazard hair, moving through it thinking he was making things better.

"I'm fine Yugi." Mokuba patted the kid on the head for emphasis and Yugi smiled in response.

"I was worried they'd hurt you; they really like to play rough. Mama said it's because they're like Baba." He giggled as Yami gave him a fake scowl.

"Is that so?" He jumped at him, Yugi shrieking happily as his dad pulled him into a tickle-hug fest. Suddenly he stopped, still holding the boy close, "Do you stand by your words, S'ayirun wahidun?"

"Uuuhhhhh," Yugi giggled more than contemplated as his knobby knees knocked together, testing the hold his father had on him, "Yeeeeeeees?" Immediately Yami resumed his attack until Yugi went limp in his arms, round face turning pink from laughing so hard.

Yami soon stopped, kissing his forehead. "Go wash your hands and check on your siblings." Yami gave him a gentle shove and Yugi was off through an archway, following the sound of loud voices and running water down a corridor.

"He's getting so big," Mokuba remarked, fixing his shorts so they fit properly. "How old is he now?"

"8," Yami extended his arms and had the baby Kaiba forgot he was holding enthusiastically reach for his father. Yami took him and kissed him soundly. "He will soon be 9." A sad coo came from the kitchen and the men found Mana frowning as she dusted her crepes in powdered sugar. "Mana doesn't want him to become a man." He smiled endearingly at his wife, "Isn't that right Mrs. Morcos?"

"No I don't," she returned wiping her hands on a nearby towel before beginning the process of making all of the kids' plates. "He should stay my little Yugi forever."

Yami rolled his eyes, huffing halfheartedly before going back into the kitchen and putting the baby in his high chair. "It has to happen sometime." He sprinkled finger foods across the tray to occupy the babe before helping Mana. "Besides, the sooner we have one out, the sooner we are to being alone again." He leaned in, playfully biting into her neck where she laughed happily, shoving him away.

Kaiba swallowed the vomit in his throat that he knew wasn't due to the hangover. "Not if you keep having children," he mumbled. Mokuba heard him and snickered, shoving him lightly. "Speaking of kids, where's the girlfriend Mokuba?"

"Sick." Mokuba shrugged, "She got some weird bug going around the lab." Kaiba found it odd his brother's blonde genius of a beau didn't have some cure for her symptoms. "But she sends her regards."

"Mm."

"What about you?"

Kaiba stopped toeing a toy on the floor, trying to understand its function, to instead give Mokuba familial side-eye. "What about me Mokuba?" He knew where this was headed.

"Are you still not dating Kaiba?"

Great, now Mana's supersonic ears got the whole room involved. "I haven't had time."

"Time?" Mana seemed confused by this notion. "There's always time to fall in love." She winked at Yami who returned it.

"Gross," he began before clearing his throat, "I just don't have time to meet people."

"You meet them every day; they're kind of all-around you silly." Mana chuckled as she finished the last plates and started setting them at designated custom made 'kiddie tables.' "Are you not putting yourself out there?"

"You mean, being unapproachable?" Yami quipped, following suit with setting out food.

Kaiba rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Listen, I just don't have time, okay? Can we leave it at that?"

"But you've had time to go drinking with Yami and the guys," Mokuba sort of huffed, walking back into the kitchen to watch the happily snacking baby. "I'm not bitter I wasn't invited at all."

"Of course not." Kaiba rolled his eyes and returned to the kitchen as well.

Yami's eyes lit up and he smirked towards his cousin, "How are you feeling?"

"Shut up."

"Bad word, bad word, bad word!" A chorus if children were suddenly chiding. The brood had returned just to catch uncle Kaiba using 'potty mouth.'

"You guys should teach him a lesson for such a bad word," Yami told his children while Kaiba was already mapping out escape routes. Sadly he didn't get far before he was tackled by a fleet of children, Yugi looking on in sympathy. At least he had one ally. However he didn't mind this attack if it postponed the dating talk for at least a little while.

...Later...

In usual Sunday brunch tradition, after the kids had gotten their fill, they were set loose on the sprawling backyard and playground Yami had installed. One by one the younger ones would come whining, crying or a combination of both over to their dad. Yami would ask if they were tired and regardless of their response, they were sent inside where Mana would further evaluate if a nap was needed. The final toddler had just been put down so the men were feeling a little more lax.

Yami, Kaiba and Mokuba were all sprawled out on high price patio furniture, comfortable in the spring weather, watching the older children challenge each other on the swings, push dollies in carriages in the grass and a few sibling fights to break out before getting resolved. Currently Yugi was resolving a fight between the sisters who couldn't agree on where to take their babies. Who knew to the store or grandma's house would cause such a debacle?

"Yugi's so pure of heart it's almost scary," Yami mused as he narrowed his eyes, a can of beer sitting in his hand with designer shades resting on his nose. "The world will not be kind to him but he will change it somehow."

Mokuba had his arms behind his head, one leg bent and the other straight shaking back and forth at the ankle, "Mana deserved at least one like her." He reached in the cooler in front of them and grabbed a cold one. "The rest are all psychos like you."

Kaiba snickered behind his Pepsi earning an unseen glare from Yami. "Mokuba is right. They're insane expect for Yugi—he's my favorite."

"You even have a favorite?" Mokuba teased. "I thought you hated kids."

"And women," Yami added offhandedly.

"Both of you," Kaiba casually looked around (since earlier they found two kids hiding behind their expensive lounge chairs) before completing his thought, "can go fuck yourselves."

Mokuba giggled happily before Yami piped up with, "That's what my wife is for."

"Don't start," Kaiba grouched as he slid his sunglasses over his face, the sun returning from behind a cloud. "It's disgusting."

"You and Mana are like bunnies." Mokuba pulled his long hair into a bun, the heat getting to him a little. "Are you two done yet? Didn't she just have Kaden?"

"You know their names?"

Yami ignored Kaiba and answered, "We'll be done when she feels satisfied. She's an only child so it's really important to her that we have a large family."

"You're an only child too," Kaiba added.

"And I was content with just Yugi." Kaiba smirked while Mokuba chuckled in response as Yami took a swig from his cold can. "I love all of my princes and princesses but some days I wish the home was silent." Yami let out a long thoughtful sigh, "How is it Kaiba?"

"How's what?"

"A silent home?"

Kaiba lost the battle at keeping a growl filled with the utmost disdain for Yami, buried deep within his chest. "Fuck. You."

Yami's laugh was full of legitimately joy as he ran a hand through his hair. "I assumed you were the best person to ask such things."

"What about you anyway Seto?" Mokuba lazily rolled over, chin on his folded forearms. "Looking for any eligible ladies?"

Kaiba shrugged hating that the conversation was back on his lack of dating. "Maybe I'm taking one from Bakura and enjoying the bachelor life."

"Dear Allah not Bakura." Mana emerged from the house carrying the baby from before who seemed bushy tailed and wide eyed. "Yami, take Kaden for me." She set the plump babe on his lap and immediately he lit up, crimson eyes wide to match his smile. Mana stood there looking at the children, right hand working as a visor for her eyes. "No one should want Bakura's life. It's…not right." She cringed before escaping back inside.

"My beautiful wife does not lie," Yami sounded a bit distracted as he watched Mana walk back inside the home. "I never get tired of watching her leave…"

"You guys have been married for damn near ten years and you still act like newlyweds." Kaiba rolled his eyes as he finished off his Pepsi. "I don't get it."

"And you wouldn't considering you have never tasted the kiss from a woman that you are madly in love with and who feels just as insanely passionate about you." Yami let out a weighted sigh as he looked down at Kaden, who was already staring at him, "A woman who willingly gives me more beautiful children than I deserve; a woman so loyal unto me." He ran a gentle hand through his babe's soft hair and kissed his plump cheek; the little boy face planted in his father's chest.

"Remember how the family took bets of when you two would divorce?" Mokuba chuckled as he watched the baby, anxious to hold him.

Yami noticed this and passed the baby over Kaiba (who leaned back in almost disgust) to Mokuba. "Well we were young."

"You two were babies." Kaiba was one of the people who lost that bet and who also told Yami not to marry Mana.

The all grew up with Mana since her father, Mahado, was a close family friend—best friends with Aknamkanon, Yami's father. So when Mana's mother abandoned her small family shortly after giving birth, Thoeris, Yami's mother, was quick to assist with the rearing of the child. The older the two became, they closer they got. Mana always had tons of friends with her bubbly outgoing spirit, but when it came to Yami, there was a level of loyalty and protectiveness no one else received. While Yami, who often kept his problems to himself and would often be caught brooding, found a confidant and source of happiness from Mana. The parents simply viewed them as 'separated siblings' but this was far from the case.

When Yami had his 'identity crisis' — self-inflicted according to Kaiba — his second year of university and disappeared, the family immediately contacted Mahado. They were shocked to find he was also looking for Mana—getting a call from her university that she was missing. For three weeks Kaiba's phone would not stop ringing or vibrating: 'Have you seen your cousin?' 'Did Atem call or perhaps Mana sent a text?' 'Are you sure you don't know where they are?' 'If you're lying I'm telling your mother.' All the brunet could do was guarantee an all-inclusive snitching if he ever found out, because he honestly had no idea what was going on and did not care—he had class.

After those long three weeks Yami and Mana reappeared with jewelry no one had ever seen and got a tongue lashing from three very-pissed-but-relieved-however-once more-pissed adults. Luckily Yami had just proposed to Mana, but Mahado, Aknamkanon and Thoeris made three things very clear: 1) They would return to school and finish—no more shenanigans or meet ups. 2) Their engagement time would be spent meeting other people so they knew this is what they wanted. 3) There would be a wedding—no eloping.

So while the couple finished their bachelors, they dated around (which mainly consisted of partying) and after graduation, Yami at 23, and Mana at 22, were wed. After almost ten years of marriage, they earned the approval and respect by showing how strong they were as a unit. Even Kaiba couldn't deny (but would not admit) they were meant for each other. The parents slowly came around it this. Naturally the grandchildren didn't hurt in swaying Mahado, Aknamkanon, and Thoeris' opinions further.

"We may have been young but we knew we were destined." Yami smiled fondly at his daughters rocking their babies in the grass. "Destiny cannot be stopped by anyone."

Mokuba nodded, thoroughly impressed by Kaden's spit bubbles and chubby arms, "I always knew you two were going to get together. Remember when she grew boobs and you nearly lost it that one summer in Cairo?"

Yami chuckled fondly at the memory, "That same summer her perky, lush bottom blossomed beneath those breath taking lower back dimples."

"Come on dude!" Mokuba complained causing Kaden to giggle at his discomfort.

Kaiba dropped the can of soda he was thinking of getting and grabbed a ginger-ale instead. With the way the conversation was going, he was sure he was going to puke. "How about you spend one day not trying to make me throw up."

"That seems impossible today, wouldn't you say?" Yami's smug smile made Kaiba's skin prickle with crossness. "But before we were distracted by the beauty and perfection that is my wife and matrimony, let's get back to the topic at hand: Kaiba, when are you going to settle down?"

"Won't you be like, 50 this year?" Mokuba flinched when Kaiba flicked his ear.

"I'll be 30—stop rushing me to the grave. Yami already has a foot in."

"Being 31 doesn't mean you're in the grave," he chuckled, "especially not when you look this good." His body stretched out on the chair and the pose looked like an ode to Marilyn Monroe.

"Whatever," Mokuba rolled his eyes as Kaden played with his hand. "Regardless, you should really think about things Seto. It might be time for you to at least find someone."

"Find someone worth your time," Yami quickly added in since that was usually Kaiba's complaint in the past.

"Mm," was the brunet's only response signifying he was done talking about it.

Mokuba allowed Kaden to steal his heart while Yami got to his feet, realizing he needed to scold his children up close and personal. Kaiba leaned back into a more comfortable position as he sipped his ginger-ale. Mokuba was happily praising Kaden who was showing off how well he could clap, while it sounded like Yami was caught up in playground politics with his clan.

He couldn't help but think over their words as he was left to his thoughts. When would he settle down? Was he ready to? It didn't help he had to dip and dodge the full blown conversation with the two worse people to have a dating conversation with.

Sighing, he re-crossed his legs. A weird kind of heavy feeling crept from his hips, gradually building up to his chest. There it placed its full weight and he felt himself drifting from the current location. Yami's laughter as his boys tackled him faded out to static; Kaden's squeals of delight over Mokuba's peek-a-boo attention were echoing memories. He was falling into himself and he didn't like it. Easily he pushed all of this from his mind and shrugged. It'll happen when it happens. Until then, he'd stick with his tight schedules, freedom to come and go as he pleased, and perhaps a certain phone number that just wouldn't leave his mind.

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EEP! As you can tell, I put quite a bit of background in this chapter so sorry if you don't like that. Also, I'm doing my own thing regarding surnames, parents' names, relatives, etc. Do not expect the traditional canon relations in this wonderful AU of mine. It's half true, half false and all the Egyptian names I can find.

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Arabic Words:

Eswid – Black

AbyaD – White

Bonnay – Brown

Baba – Daddy

S'ayirun wahidun – Little one

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