A/N: Just five more chapters after this one! AHHH! I'm really going to enjoy writing them too, even if they are a bit...dark. This chapter's a little short, (blech, transitional chapters) but the next one should be longer. Oh, and thanks for reading and reviewing guys, really. You're all awesome!
WARNINGS: YxYY, Mpreg, Mature Themes, Language
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters involved in this fic.
"Mr. Muto? We're ready for you."
Yugi sighed, puffing out his cheeks as he turned to Yami, who sat restlessly in the seat next to him.
"Question is, are we ready?" Yugi whispered, a slight smile gracing his features.
Yami could only turn and return the warm smile, then turn to Solomon, who was present as well. The three stood up from the near-empty waiting room, Yugi clutching Yami's hand tightly.
Yugi was now a little over five months into his pregnancy, and this ultrasound was highly special; it would finally determine the sex of the baby, something that everyone was extremely excited about.
They made their way into a small lab room, and Yugi, with Yami's help, jumped onto to the bed before laying back and making himself comfortable. Solomon pulled over a chair for Yami, and Yami sat holding Yugi's hand as he watched the ultrasound technician prep Yugi and the machine. The former Pharaoh couldn't help but notice that Solomon had made a big deal to attend every single ultrasound as well, and considering his obvious bias against keeping the baby, it really made Yami think that maybe deep down Yugi's grandfather was excited about all this. Well, maybe...just maybe.
"Alright Yugi, you're ready. Let's just take a look here…" the now-familiar female technician said, almost in a sing-song voice. She slowly moved an instrument over Yugi's exposed stomach, and smiled as she examined the screen. Everyone's eyes shifted from the screen back to the tech, wondering just when she was going to reveal the news.
"Would you like to know the sex?"
"Yes!" All three exclaimed at once, causing even Solomon to surprise himself.
"All right…Congratulations, Mr. Muto," she said with a warm smile. "It's a boy!"
All three sat unmoving for about a minute, until Yami turned to face Yugi, his mouth slightly open and his normally controlled eyes suddenly brimming with tears.
"I'm having a son. I'm going to be a father! I-I'm having a son!"
Yugi smiled brilliantly back at him but waited for the nurse to finish checking the baby before sitting up and sighing contently. According to her, everything looked great: their son's development was coming along nicely. Tristan and Joey would be thrilled, and despite Tea's hope for a girl, Yugi was sure she would get along just fine.
Yami was practically humming as they left the nearby hospital, but Solomon, as always, was quick to break the excitement.
"Remember, you're meeting with the Hiroshi's today. I know them personally, and I must say they would be excellent candidates for adoption. Now both of you, all I'm asking is that you quit with the attitude and hear them out. The other couples we've met with so far don't want anything to do with us anymore, and hmm, I wonder why? Yugi, we can't go through with an adoption if you just sit there and refuse to say a word to them, and Yami, cursing Egyptian in their faces doesn't exactly give a very good impression, now does it? It makes you look like a looney."
Yugi chuckled. "Which is exactly why he does it."
"Oh Yugi, you're so wishywashy," Solomon said with a heavy sigh. "One day you want the baby, one day you don't, I just, I don't know what it is you do want."
"I want time, Grandpa, I just want time."
"Well, we don't exactly have a lot of that right now. Four months, Yugi, and mind you, this is a decision that must be made before the baby shows up. We'll just meet with them today, and you can think about it, alright?"
"Fine. What time?"
"They're coming over later tonight, and I demand the utmost respect from both of you."
"Hmm," Yami snorted, causing Solomon to sharply turn and glare at him. "How can I respect someone who's trying to take my child away?" he said, returning Solomon's glare.
"Don't you look at me like that Yami. I'm trying to do what's best for everyone; you two are just too stubborn to see it."
The mood was tense as they finally approached the Game Shop. Yami suddenly stopped, and Yugi glanced up at him, his eyes traveling over to what the taller boy was looking at. An extravagant black limo sat parked in front of the shop, and Yugi immediately groaned in worry. But when the door opened, and Mokuba stepped out, Yugi gave a huge sigh of relief and actually laughed.
"Hey Mokuba!"
"Yugi!" the raven-haired boy exclaimed happily as he ran over to the three of them.
"What are you doing here?" Yugi asked as Mokuba quickly hugged Solomon.
"It's Kaiba, he needs to talk to Yami," he said, his eyes shining brilliantly at the words.
Yugi shifted his weight uncomfortably, and suddenly Seto Kaiba was standing right in front of him, looking as tall and professional as always, his usual smirk present on his face as he looked down at Yugi.
"Holy crap, you're fat."
Yugi's mouth dropped and he gaped at Kaiba for a second, causing Yami to wince as he watched the temper flare up behind Yugi's large eyes. It was a look he knew all too well these days. "THANK YOU." Yugi seethed through his teeth, harsher than he intended, as he rolled his eyes and stormed off towards the shop. Solomon shrugged at Kaiba, and him and Mokuba rushed after Yugi, leaving the other two alone.
Yami looked on after them, quietly chuckling under his breath as he turned to face the brunette.
"Hmm," Kaiba snorted. "Look, I'm going to make this short and to the point. I'm leaving for the next two months, business, and Mokuba's staying here to look after the company headquarters. Now, I don't trust any of the idiots working there, and heck, I don't trust you either, but Mokuba mentioned this last night, and I think he's right. If you were to pull anything funny and try to screw me over, Yugi's foot would be so far up your ass that-"
Yami's eyes widened slightly, and Kaiba harshly laughed.
"Must be fun dealing with a hormonal brat. Anyway, I want you to keep an eye on Mokuba. Make sure the managers don't take advantage of him just because I'm not there. Those bastards get all hyped up everytime I'm out of town. Make sure that whatever Mokuba says is enforced, no questions asked. You think you can handle that?" he asked with a sneer.
Yami regained his composure. "So I'd be overseeing the company with Mokuba. Would this be considered a promotion?"
"What do you think, loser? For now, yes. You in or not?"
"I'm in. I'm so in." Yami grinned slightly as the words left his lips. "You know we're having a boy?"
"I really don't give a shit. Mokuba!" Kaiba called. "Let's go."
"Wait, you came all out of your way just to tell me this?" Yami asked.
"I had to see Yugi for myself. He looks absolutely ridiculous."
Mokuba came running out of the house a split second later, waving back to Yugi, who had a sudden nervous look on his face. Yami locked eyes with his aibou, and mouthed "What?". Yugi mouthed back what Yami took as, "Grandpa."
Sure enough, a cab was suddenly parking itself near the shop, and Solomon walked out the front door, a large bag in his hands as he made his way over to the car.
"I thought we were meeting with the-!" Yami called.
"Urgent excavation! Hawkins needs my help. You'll just have to meet with them on your own! So behave yourselves, damnit! I want good news when I come back!"
Yami sighed and glared, before turning to Yugi, who shrugged and made his way back inside. Yami turned, looking for Kaiba though not really expecting to see him still standing there. The Kaiba brothers and their limo was nowhere in sight. Yami slowly stepped to the front door, a slight chuckle leaving him as he thought about what was in store for tonight.
"So…" Mr. Hiroshi started. The man wasn't very big, more of a medium-build but held a distinct aura of authority to him. His sleek dark hair cut off at his shoulders, and he was dressed in a neat, navy blue business suit. His wife sat tall next to him, her sharp beady eyes always locked onto Yugi's; her mouth smoothed into a firm line.
"Solomon tells me you're about five months along now? Excellent," Mr. Hiroshi said with a curt nod before Yugi even got the chance to reply. Not that the boy would have. Yugi sat completely silent at the other end of the table with Yami, his arms crossed tightly in front of him; his brilliant eyes slightly narrowed as he glanced back and forth at the "guests".
Not that Yami looked any more inviting. A clear deadly scowl was etched on his face; his deep, crimson eyes alone were speaking every obscenity known to man.
"I do wish Solomon could have been here to meet with us, but what can you do, heh heh," the man's wife commented with an odd, brief laugh, which Yugi and Yami made sure not to return. After an awful silence, the man cleared his throat.
"Now, both of us are very qualified for raising a child," Mr. Hiroshi pitched, "We do have the funds, and although we're both quite busy, we can definitely find room for this baby. Now, do you know what it is yet?"
"Boy," Yami couldn't help but mention despite his rage.
"Well, perfect, we were open to anything, so this is wonderful," Mrs. Hiroshi said with an awkward smile as she clapped her hands together. "He will make an excellent addition to our little family. Boy, huh? Well, Tai it is!" she exclaimed with a playful jab to her husband's side.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Yugi finally piped up, "but you're acting like we've already made this decision. What makes you think we're giving him up at all?"
"Surely you're joking," Mrs. Hiroshi laughed, her face falling slightly when Yugi's eyes remained firm.
"No," Yugi said. "My grandpa's the one that wanted us to meet. Yami and I aren't sold yet on this idea. Well, Yami's one hundred percent unsold, I guess," he said as his large eyes glanced up at his boyfriend and back at them. "Look, I just don't want you getting your hopes up. I'm still not sure."
"Well," Mr. Hiroshi whispered, his whole demeanor darkening instantly. "When will you be sure Yugi? When the baby's born?"
"I-I don't know. I just-"
"Maybe only then you'll realize that nothing but a delinquent child can be raised in conditions such as these. Horny teen parents with little income. Tragic, is what it is."
Yugi gave an audible gasp as he looked up at Mr. Hiroshi, his mouth open in shock. The man slowly got up from his side of the table and moved behind Yugi, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and leaning down a bit as he spoke near Yugi's ear.
"But you can make the right decision Yugi. You can give this baby a chance…a chance with us...with an established family...face it, your son has no life with you…"
Yami watched as Yugi's bright eyes suddenly went blank.
"Get out," Yami slowly whispered, a deadly intensity underlying his words.
"Your son will only suffer if he's with you…"
"I said get out," Yami stated again, a little louder.
"Now Yugi, does the baby really have to pay the price just because you couldn't keep your legs closed?"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Yami yelled as he stood from his seat; his voice resonating through the entire game shop. "You get out. Now," he growled; the sound reading as almost animalistic.
"This decision is ultimately up to Yugi sir," Hiroshi said, unperturbed, standing back up to his full height. "You think about it boy, alright?" he said as he thumped the wide-eyed boy on the back. Yugi was silent.
"It comes down to this. We really want this baby Yugi," the woman finally said. "You're not prepared, and we're going to do everything in our power to change your mind."
"You try that," Yami quickly chimed in. "You just try."
"Is that a threat?" Hiroshi growled.
"It'll become a death sentence if you don't leave right this second."
"Oh ho ho, you think you were being tough just now? You're nothing but a scared little shit on the inside, and you know it. You know you can't raise this baby. Deep down, you know it..."
"My son's not going anywhere," Yami proudly growled. "You, on the other hand, are."
Both froze as Yugi raised himself from his seat, and slowly turned his eyes on Mr. Hiroshi, suddenly glaring and staring him down. "So maybe we won't make the best parents. Maybe we don't know what we're doing. Maybe we did make a huge mistake. Or maybe it's a blessing after all. Maybe we're meant to keep this baby, maybe not, I don't know yet. But I will. But even if I choose to give him up in the end, it most certainly won't be to you, so there. I never want to see you people again. So get out of my house."
Yami glared and clutched Yugi tightly on the front lawn as they watched Mr. Hiroshi slam his car door in absolute fury and step on the gas. Yugi trembled slightly as a deafening screech broke through the quiet air, and the Hiroshis raced off as quickly as possible, leaving an eerily silent street in their wake.
"I'm proud of you Yugi," Yami said, looking down at his light, a grin present on his face.
"Yami," Yugi asked with a shiver, finally seeming to come to. "What did we just do? Oh, Grandpa's going to kill us!"
"Oh, just be glad I didn't hit him. He had no right to talk to you like that, like you, like you were some kind of lowly whore. I only wish I could have...and if Solomon has any sense in him, which I know he does, he'll side with us on this one. They're nothing but a bunch of psychotic baby leechers."
"Well, some people are just that desperate for children, I guess," Yugi said blankly, looking down at his stomach and running his hand over the bump. "I mean, if you think about it, it is kind of unfair, here we are, nowhere near ready for a baby, yet it happened. And for some people, this never comes…"
Yami watched him intently as the boy sighed and lowered his head, before lifting Yugi's chin with his finger and gazing into his violet eyes. Yami placed his other hand on Yugi's stomach and leaned in, kissing the corner of the boy's mouth gently before moving his lips to encompass the other's.
A few feet away, under the cover of a darkness, a tall figure's smug grin sharply dropped. Bakura stood frozen, rooted to the ground, his eyes narrowing into mere slits as he watched the pair. He looked on disgusted as the two broke apart, and the Pharaoh delicately kissed the smiling boy's forehead before taking his arm and leading him back into the house. The albino barely noticed his own hands balling into fists at his sides. He suddenly turned around; turned away from what he just witnessed. The brat was happy. The Pharaoh was happy. Clearly not part of the plan. It was wrong, all wrong…
Bakura's dark eyes glazed as he made his way through the alley, his mind racing a mile a minute.