In Denial
Chapter Three: Doubts
Three more months later
Yami was already dressed up for working out even though it was only seven. He usually goes to work out in the after noon. He was carrying Noriko and was going to Seto's lounge. He entered and gave Noriko to Seto.
"She's yours today." He said plainly and turned to leave
"What?! It's a Saturday!" said Seto, taking off his glasses
Yami stopped in his steps. "I know. You won't be able to go to work anyways. The roads are blocked of snow. Bye. Have fun!" he ran out the door, ending the conversation
"Shit…" he looked at the sleeping infant. "Why do you look so familiar?" he asked himself. Noriko looked like someone else he knew, but he can't guess who.
Maybe Yami slept with somebody else! No! Was he cheating on him? Maybe he is! What if Noriko isn't his? He'd been taking care of an infant that wasn't even of his own flesh!
Now who were the people Yami was close to? Well, there's Yugi, Jou, Honda, Malik, Marik, Ryou, Bakura, Otogi…it must be one of them! Or not…maybe with somebody else! What about his subjects from Egypt? Are they here in hiding? Here in Japan? What if it's Seth? Or Mahaado? Shadi? Shimon? Ewww…that man's over sixty!
Why couldn't he figure it out?! If Noriko wasn't his, he swore he knew that guy well! The only question is: WHO IS HE?!
"No! Snap out of yourself, Kaiba! Noriko is yours and will always be!" he yelled at himself as he stood up and put Noriko down in the prepared crib and gave her a bottle.
He started pacing in his lounge, forgetting about the paperwork he was supposed to do. "What if you're not mine? No! Yami won't cheat! I love him! He loves me! He can't cheat! He wouldn't and shouldn't!" he said to himself. "If he did cheat, these are all lies! Everything! My daughter, his love…everything! This isn't happening!" he mind was in a state of chaotic frenzy. He couldn't choose between Yami was cheating on him and not cheating on him. "No! Stop it, Kaiba! Yami Mutou is NOT I repeat, NOT cheating on you!" he tried to convince himself. "But why doesn't Noriko look like me? Why does she look like somebody else?! If she looks like someone else, it only means Yami slept with another person and that would mean…she not mine…she's not mine…" he collapsed on the sofa opposite the crib dumbstruck, just realizing what had been happening to him the past year. "She's not mine…she's not mine…" he curled up on the sofa. "She's not mine…" he whispered. "It's all a lie…it's all a fucking lie…everything that happened…the things that happened that made me happy…were all fucking lies…every damn second since she was born was a lie…the bastard…he cheated on me…"
After a few hours of moping, he got up and went to check on Noriko. She was asleep. Good. He picked her up and put her in his room and went back to the lounge.
He went back to his work, putting on his glasses, to occupy himself and to forget what had been flooding his mind.
"Seto?" Yami's voice came as he entered the room.
Seto didn't look at him. He was angry at the tri-coloured haired duellist for cheating on him. He continued his work, ignoring the figure at the door.
"Seto, are you alright?" Yami approached him. "Is there something troubling you?" Seto didn't answer. "You know you can tell me." he sat on one of the chairs facing the desk, like had an appointment with the CEO. Yami was getting pissed off. "Seto, if you have a problem you know you can tell me!" he said sternly
"You want to know my problem?!" Seto gave Yami one of his coldest glares behind his glasses. "Well, do you?! Do you?!" he took his glasses off and closed the laptop and stood up. Yami was getting scared. He had never seen Seto act like this before. At him at least. "Well, I've got a question for you, Yami Mutou." He paused. "Who is the father of the child in my room?!"
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