Bakura gave a small smile as he closed the door of his apartment behind him, feeling slightly nervous. They were going to begin the baby section of the project and despite his best efforts to ignore him, Jounouchi's muttering of what he believed Kaiba was going to do, or rather NOT do for that section had him slightly apprehensive.
Kaiba's limo was waiting for him, as it had been every day of the project. The driver opened the door for him, and after he entered the car Kaiba handed him a bagged lunch.
Bakura smiled happily. "Good morning, Kaiba-kun," he greeted, accepting the lunch and handing the boy a small boxed lunch of his own in return.
Kaiba snorted and put the lunch in his bag. "We get grades for the first part of the project today."
Bakura nodded, looking nervous again. "I hope we did well..."
Kaiba snorted again. "You have to wonder about that?"
The paler boy looked slightly embarrassed as he smiled. "I worry about things like that," he admitted. "Even though I'm sure we did fine."
Kaiba shook his head. "You should trust in your abilities more often. You spend too much time listening to people like that bonkotsu."
"I know," Bakura said, looking down with a soft smile.
Kaiba glanced out the window, gauging how far they were from school. Coming to a conclusion that was satisfactory, he unbuckled his belt and stalked Bakura across the car.
The boy gave a small squeak of startlement, blushing. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...!" he stammered.
Kaiba smirked, straddling Bakura and kissing him deeply. Bakura melted into it, eyes closing as he gave a small sound like a purr in the base of his throat. Kaiba's lips and tongue grew demanding as he pressed Bakura back against the seat.
The paler boy let him lead a moment more before pulling away with a gasp. "We can't, Kaiba-kun!" he protested, face flushed, breath coming quickly. "We're almost at the school!"
Kaiba smiled seductively. "We don't have to go."
"But we're starting the second half of the project!" Bakura protested, blush deepening. "We're going to be getting--"
"We can get it tomorrow." Kaiba lowered his knees so that they were pressed tightly together.
"Bu--but...." Bakura protested weakly.
"You want to go to school?" Kaiba asked in a husky voice, breathing in Bakura's ear.
The paler boy gave a helpless sound, melting against the taller boy and Kaiba smirked in triumph, moving his mouth over Bakura's neck. Bakura tilted his head to give the boy more access, murmuring softly as his fingers curled in the fabric of Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba's hands slipped under Bakura's uniform as the limo pulled to a stop in front of the school.
Bakura's eyes opened, looking out the window and he gave a small squeak, ducking down to hide behind Kaiba.
Kaiba scowled, then opened the door and exited the car, holding a hand out to help Bakura out of the car.
The boy accepted, looking apologetic and meek, trying to smooth his uniform down. "S-Sorry, I-- I thought we were...." he trailed off, feeling more and more nervous at the looks they were getting.
Kaiba smirked and led the way to the classroom, setting their books down at their desks and letting Bakura go over to talk to his friends.
The paler boy continued to nervously smooth his uniform, looking slightly uncomfortable as he walked over to Yuugi's desk, feeling utterly self-conscious.
Jounouchi scowled at him. "What'd he do now?"
Bakura sighed, slumping into a desk-chair, ignoring the blond boy.
"Are you ok, Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked in concern.
"Just nervous about getting our grades," Bakura lied with a smile, tugging at the bottom of his uniform jacket to cover his lap better.
Jounouchi scowled. "You can bet if Kaiba has anything to do with it you got a perfect score. Probably went into the school's computers to make sure."
"Kaiba-kun wouldn't do that. He'd think it was beneath him to have to," Bakura smiled.
"'Cause you know him so well," Jounouchi said with a sneer. "He'd do anything to get something he wanted."
Bakura scowled slightly.
"Knock it off, Jounouchi," Anzu admonished, raising a hand threateningly at the blond.
Jounouchi scowled and turned away.
"Anzu-chan and Yuugi-kun probaly'll get the best grade," Bakura smiled, changing the focus of the conversation.
Yuugi blushed and smiled at his friends and his girlfriend. "Anzu did most of it. And Jiichan helped too."
"And you didn't have to work on acting like a couple," Bakura smiled. "So your participation grade will be perfect. Unlike Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun," he gave the brown haired boy a sympathetic smile.
Honda sighed and kicked Jounouchi under the desk.
"And how about you and Kaiba?" Honda asked. "You did pretty well for participation. Did he make you lunch again?"
"Un," Bakura blushed slightly. "He even learned to make my favorites," he said, looking down with a self-conscious smile.
Jounouchi scowled at the floor.
Honda laughed. "Think he'll eat again?"
The paler boy blushed again. "He's been taking the lunches home and bringing me back the boxes with the lunches he made, so...." he trailed off, smiling happily.
"Probably gives them to Mokuba," Jounouchi muttered.
Bakura's smile grew sad and he looked down at his lap.
"Jounouchi," Honda said with a scowl.
The teacher walked into the room. "Everyone take your seats."
Bakura rose to his feet with a smile, walking over to his desk, sitting with a small sigh. "You're right," he said softly to Kaiba. "I do listen to him too much..."
Kaiba smirked, glancing at the still-scowling Jounouchi briefly.
Bakura was quiet a moment before looking at the other boy. "Do you..?" he asked quietly.
"Do I what?"
Bakura nodded towards Jounouchi.
"Do I give your food to Mokuba?" Kaiba snorted. "Should I?"
Bakura gave a small smile, shaking his head. "I didn't think you would."
"And I hope all of you are ready for the next part of our project," the teacher was saying, "Because your easy lives are now going to be complicated by a baby. These are mechanical baby dolls. They cry at random and demand attention and feeding. They also have a contentment meter." He picked up a doll and showed off some of the mechanisms. "Your grades for this part will partially depend on how happy your baby is. I expect the homemaker to take care of the baby most of the time, but both members of each couple must spend some time with it. Ideally, you can do this while spending time together, but if your schedules can't work that out you can just pass it back and forth."
Bakura gave a slow exhale, feeling nervous again. Kaiba's schedule was always full because of Kaiba corp. Even though Kaiba was the homemaker of the group, he was going to be the one who wound up with the baby...
He gave a slow exhale again, trying to quell his worry. How was he going to know how to take care of a baby? Even if it was just a mechanical one, he had little experience with any sort of family, having lived alone since...
He shook his head slightly, forcing the thoughts away. 'It's only a project,' he coached himself. 'It probably comes with an instruction manual...'
Kaiba frowned slightly, then glanced at Bakura. Noting the other boy's obvious worry he asked lightly, "Do you want a daughter or a son?"
Bakura hesitated a long moment, seeming torn. "We-- we get to choose..?" he asked meekly. "I thought they'd just be assigned..."
"Of course they're just assigned. But which would you prefer?"
The paler boy hesitated a moment. "A girl..." he said softly, eyes reflecting a deep sadness.
"Because of your sister?" Kaiba asked as the teacher walked around the room giving out babies.
Bakura nodded with a small embarrassed smile. "It's silly, I know," he said, looking down at his desk.
Kaiba snorted and accepted the baby from the teacher as he came around.
"Congratulations," the teacher said. "Come up with a name for your baby and fill out the register. I'll need them at the end of the class." He continued on his way.
Kaiba held the baby comfortably and checked its sex. "We got a girl. Shall we name her Amane?"
Bakura looked up, eyes wide. He gave a small smile. "Could we...?" he asked softly.
Kaiba gave a short laugh. "Kaiba Amane."
Bakura laughed softly. "Maybe she'll have better luck with your family name then mine," he smiled.
Kaiba snorted, a strong emotion passing quickly across his face. He filled out the form carefully, holding the baby in one arm.
"Do you want to hold her?"
The paler boy hesitated, looking torn. "I-- I don't know how..." he admitted nervously. "What if I do something wrong...?"
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Put your arms out. It's easy to hold a baby."
Hesitantly, Bakura held out his arms, looking up at Kaiba, eyes unsure.
As carefully as if the doll were a real baby, Kaiba put her into Bakura's arms and showed Bakura how to curve his arms to support the baby.
The paler boy followed the instructions carefully as if holding something incredibly fragile. He gave a small smile, eyes holding a mix of emotions.
Kaiba nodded. "I've been holding babies since Mokuba was born."
Bakura looked up with a smile. "Really?" he smiled. "No wonder you're so natural with this," he laughed lightly. "I only got to hold Amane a few times." He looked down at the doll, eyes sad as he gave a small laugh. "My dad was always afraid I'd drop her."
"No, Jounouchi," they heard the teacher say in the ensuing silence. "You'll have to buy him clothes yourself if you want him to have them. You get a bottle with the baby and some diapers. You have to clean them when you take them off."
Bakura pressed his lips together, feeling the worry in him grow again. "I don't know if I can do this, Kaiba-kun," he said quietly, cradling the doll. "What if I do something wrong? I don't have any experience with children or families or anything. I don't know how to be a father..."
Kaiba snorted. "And if you worry yourself sick you'll never do well." He took the doll back and rose to go choose clothes and return the naming form.
The paler boy looked down, feeling ashamed and somewhat upset, fists balling on his lap as he tried to force back the flood of emotions that was welling up inside him. 'You're just being silly about this, it's just a project,' he coached himself. 'It's just a doll...'
He rose to his feet, heading for the door, not wanting to break down in the classroom.
Kaiba glanced after him, but before he could follow, several of the dolls - Amane among them - started crying.
The teacher grinned. "Time to start learning what your baby's cries sound like."
Kaiba's limo was waiting for him, as it had been every day of the project. The driver opened the door for him, and after he entered the car Kaiba handed him a bagged lunch.
Bakura smiled happily. "Good morning, Kaiba-kun," he greeted, accepting the lunch and handing the boy a small boxed lunch of his own in return.
Kaiba snorted and put the lunch in his bag. "We get grades for the first part of the project today."
Bakura nodded, looking nervous again. "I hope we did well..."
Kaiba snorted again. "You have to wonder about that?"
The paler boy looked slightly embarrassed as he smiled. "I worry about things like that," he admitted. "Even though I'm sure we did fine."
Kaiba shook his head. "You should trust in your abilities more often. You spend too much time listening to people like that bonkotsu."
"I know," Bakura said, looking down with a soft smile.
Kaiba glanced out the window, gauging how far they were from school. Coming to a conclusion that was satisfactory, he unbuckled his belt and stalked Bakura across the car.
The boy gave a small squeak of startlement, blushing. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...!" he stammered.
Kaiba smirked, straddling Bakura and kissing him deeply. Bakura melted into it, eyes closing as he gave a small sound like a purr in the base of his throat. Kaiba's lips and tongue grew demanding as he pressed Bakura back against the seat.
The paler boy let him lead a moment more before pulling away with a gasp. "We can't, Kaiba-kun!" he protested, face flushed, breath coming quickly. "We're almost at the school!"
Kaiba smiled seductively. "We don't have to go."
"But we're starting the second half of the project!" Bakura protested, blush deepening. "We're going to be getting--"
"We can get it tomorrow." Kaiba lowered his knees so that they were pressed tightly together.
"Bu--but...." Bakura protested weakly.
"You want to go to school?" Kaiba asked in a husky voice, breathing in Bakura's ear.
The paler boy gave a helpless sound, melting against the taller boy and Kaiba smirked in triumph, moving his mouth over Bakura's neck. Bakura tilted his head to give the boy more access, murmuring softly as his fingers curled in the fabric of Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba's hands slipped under Bakura's uniform as the limo pulled to a stop in front of the school.
Bakura's eyes opened, looking out the window and he gave a small squeak, ducking down to hide behind Kaiba.
Kaiba scowled, then opened the door and exited the car, holding a hand out to help Bakura out of the car.
The boy accepted, looking apologetic and meek, trying to smooth his uniform down. "S-Sorry, I-- I thought we were...." he trailed off, feeling more and more nervous at the looks they were getting.
Kaiba smirked and led the way to the classroom, setting their books down at their desks and letting Bakura go over to talk to his friends.
The paler boy continued to nervously smooth his uniform, looking slightly uncomfortable as he walked over to Yuugi's desk, feeling utterly self-conscious.
Jounouchi scowled at him. "What'd he do now?"
Bakura sighed, slumping into a desk-chair, ignoring the blond boy.
"Are you ok, Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked in concern.
"Just nervous about getting our grades," Bakura lied with a smile, tugging at the bottom of his uniform jacket to cover his lap better.
Jounouchi scowled. "You can bet if Kaiba has anything to do with it you got a perfect score. Probably went into the school's computers to make sure."
"Kaiba-kun wouldn't do that. He'd think it was beneath him to have to," Bakura smiled.
"'Cause you know him so well," Jounouchi said with a sneer. "He'd do anything to get something he wanted."
Bakura scowled slightly.
"Knock it off, Jounouchi," Anzu admonished, raising a hand threateningly at the blond.
Jounouchi scowled and turned away.
"Anzu-chan and Yuugi-kun probaly'll get the best grade," Bakura smiled, changing the focus of the conversation.
Yuugi blushed and smiled at his friends and his girlfriend. "Anzu did most of it. And Jiichan helped too."
"And you didn't have to work on acting like a couple," Bakura smiled. "So your participation grade will be perfect. Unlike Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun," he gave the brown haired boy a sympathetic smile.
Honda sighed and kicked Jounouchi under the desk.
"And how about you and Kaiba?" Honda asked. "You did pretty well for participation. Did he make you lunch again?"
"Un," Bakura blushed slightly. "He even learned to make my favorites," he said, looking down with a self-conscious smile.
Jounouchi scowled at the floor.
Honda laughed. "Think he'll eat again?"
The paler boy blushed again. "He's been taking the lunches home and bringing me back the boxes with the lunches he made, so...." he trailed off, smiling happily.
"Probably gives them to Mokuba," Jounouchi muttered.
Bakura's smile grew sad and he looked down at his lap.
"Jounouchi," Honda said with a scowl.
The teacher walked into the room. "Everyone take your seats."
Bakura rose to his feet with a smile, walking over to his desk, sitting with a small sigh. "You're right," he said softly to Kaiba. "I do listen to him too much..."
Kaiba smirked, glancing at the still-scowling Jounouchi briefly.
Bakura was quiet a moment before looking at the other boy. "Do you..?" he asked quietly.
"Do I what?"
Bakura nodded towards Jounouchi.
"Do I give your food to Mokuba?" Kaiba snorted. "Should I?"
Bakura gave a small smile, shaking his head. "I didn't think you would."
"And I hope all of you are ready for the next part of our project," the teacher was saying, "Because your easy lives are now going to be complicated by a baby. These are mechanical baby dolls. They cry at random and demand attention and feeding. They also have a contentment meter." He picked up a doll and showed off some of the mechanisms. "Your grades for this part will partially depend on how happy your baby is. I expect the homemaker to take care of the baby most of the time, but both members of each couple must spend some time with it. Ideally, you can do this while spending time together, but if your schedules can't work that out you can just pass it back and forth."
Bakura gave a slow exhale, feeling nervous again. Kaiba's schedule was always full because of Kaiba corp. Even though Kaiba was the homemaker of the group, he was going to be the one who wound up with the baby...
He gave a slow exhale again, trying to quell his worry. How was he going to know how to take care of a baby? Even if it was just a mechanical one, he had little experience with any sort of family, having lived alone since...
He shook his head slightly, forcing the thoughts away. 'It's only a project,' he coached himself. 'It probably comes with an instruction manual...'
Kaiba frowned slightly, then glanced at Bakura. Noting the other boy's obvious worry he asked lightly, "Do you want a daughter or a son?"
Bakura hesitated a long moment, seeming torn. "We-- we get to choose..?" he asked meekly. "I thought they'd just be assigned..."
"Of course they're just assigned. But which would you prefer?"
The paler boy hesitated a moment. "A girl..." he said softly, eyes reflecting a deep sadness.
"Because of your sister?" Kaiba asked as the teacher walked around the room giving out babies.
Bakura nodded with a small embarrassed smile. "It's silly, I know," he said, looking down at his desk.
Kaiba snorted and accepted the baby from the teacher as he came around.
"Congratulations," the teacher said. "Come up with a name for your baby and fill out the register. I'll need them at the end of the class." He continued on his way.
Kaiba held the baby comfortably and checked its sex. "We got a girl. Shall we name her Amane?"
Bakura looked up, eyes wide. He gave a small smile. "Could we...?" he asked softly.
Kaiba gave a short laugh. "Kaiba Amane."
Bakura laughed softly. "Maybe she'll have better luck with your family name then mine," he smiled.
Kaiba snorted, a strong emotion passing quickly across his face. He filled out the form carefully, holding the baby in one arm.
"Do you want to hold her?"
The paler boy hesitated, looking torn. "I-- I don't know how..." he admitted nervously. "What if I do something wrong...?"
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Put your arms out. It's easy to hold a baby."
Hesitantly, Bakura held out his arms, looking up at Kaiba, eyes unsure.
As carefully as if the doll were a real baby, Kaiba put her into Bakura's arms and showed Bakura how to curve his arms to support the baby.
The paler boy followed the instructions carefully as if holding something incredibly fragile. He gave a small smile, eyes holding a mix of emotions.
Kaiba nodded. "I've been holding babies since Mokuba was born."
Bakura looked up with a smile. "Really?" he smiled. "No wonder you're so natural with this," he laughed lightly. "I only got to hold Amane a few times." He looked down at the doll, eyes sad as he gave a small laugh. "My dad was always afraid I'd drop her."
"No, Jounouchi," they heard the teacher say in the ensuing silence. "You'll have to buy him clothes yourself if you want him to have them. You get a bottle with the baby and some diapers. You have to clean them when you take them off."
Bakura pressed his lips together, feeling the worry in him grow again. "I don't know if I can do this, Kaiba-kun," he said quietly, cradling the doll. "What if I do something wrong? I don't have any experience with children or families or anything. I don't know how to be a father..."
Kaiba snorted. "And if you worry yourself sick you'll never do well." He took the doll back and rose to go choose clothes and return the naming form.
The paler boy looked down, feeling ashamed and somewhat upset, fists balling on his lap as he tried to force back the flood of emotions that was welling up inside him. 'You're just being silly about this, it's just a project,' he coached himself. 'It's just a doll...'
He rose to his feet, heading for the door, not wanting to break down in the classroom.
Kaiba glanced after him, but before he could follow, several of the dolls - Amane among them - started crying.
The teacher grinned. "Time to start learning what your baby's cries sound like."