Knowing Marik and Mariku would be a while; Yami Bakura chose to take a well needed shower. It seemed like a reasonable idea, since his skin and clothes were dyed crimson red with blood. Stepping in the shower, still fully dressed in attempt to get two jobs done at once, a thought came to the man's evil little head. The dim driver had said the baby was in the car... That 'thing' was sitting in the car out there… Bakura was confused about his urge to get a glimpse of the child. He found himself curious of the baby's appearance. He wondered whose hair it inherited, who's eyes, who's mind, was it more like him or Ryou? The lilac haired man shook the idea for his head and peeled the stained clothes off, abandoning them on the white shower floor. The thought refused to leave his mind.

Once out of the shower and dry Bakura both reluctantly and excitedly headed to his bedroom with speed to quickly shove on some clean clothes, stepping on the social worker's ches as he did so, tied his wet hair back in a pony-tail and headed down stairs. He gave the driver's body a sharp kick in the stomach as he passed it, before slithering through the door and strolling to the car. He ran his fingers through his hair, silently cursing himself. Bakura stopped feet away from the car. He could already hear cries. Slowly, with his head held back, Bakura took the final steps towards the back car window and peered in. The sight sparked a memory in Bakura's mind.
The night he hit that car. The car with the lilac haired baby…
Bakura stared at this child, who sat uncomfortable in a portable child seat and stopped sobbing at the sight of him. This child with fluffy, waving lilac- almost blue- hair and big pink eyes stared at him curiously. It looked like a mini version of him. Expectantly, even for him, Yami Bakura found him giving the back door handle a tug. Nothing. The baby stared at him curiously. His hand drifted to the front passenger seat door. It was unlocked. Slowly, he slid in. The baby smiled and began to fidget in his seat.

"Hel-la!" the child drew out in a high pitch voice. "Hel-looh…" he greeted again fidgeting in his seat.

"Hey…" the thief's throat felt dry as he spoke.

Bakura reached round to the back seats and too the child. He pressed the release button on the child seat gently pulled the child out, curing the baby through the gab of the front seat headrests and into his arms. Bakura placed the child on his lap, supporting up by the mid shoulder blades. The baby squeaked, looked round and then up at him. The boy smiled as he looked up at the man, who stared at him with red eyes. The baby gurgled and began to jiggle on Bakura's lap. The Lilac haired man made a tight, comfortable embrace round the child and carefully got the car, shutting the door with his foot. The man that just moments before had killed two people, gently and calmly took the baby inside and headed to the living room. He sat down and cradled the toddler in his arms.

"Hey…" Bakura whispered again, his voice sounding abnormally kind and soft.

"Hi…" Squeaked the child before pointing himself "Mitsuo!" he announced proudly.

A small smile crept up from the corners of Bakura's mouth. He mutter the child's name to himself. Mitsuo wasn't paying attention to the stranger, and instead looked round his unfamiliar environment quizzically.

"Well, Mitsuo-" The baby boy turned his head to look back at the man, eyes wide and glittering while his hand fiddled with his t-shirt collar.

"I'm your daddy…"

I KNOW - Such a short update, but I felt I had made you all wait too long. Anyway, it felt nature to end the chapter here.

The next chapter will be longer and uploaded soon!

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