From Love Comes Great Joy, Part 14 : Sweet Joy and Happiness

“Let’s see here,” Mokoto said as she worked on the birth certificates, “Kamui Atemu Motou: Born September 26th, 2004 at 6:27 pm. Weight: 7 pounds, 4 ounces. Nashwa Neferti Omega Motou: Born September 26th, 2004 at 6:51 pm. Weight: 6 pounds, 11 ounces. Congratulations, you two. You both are proud mothers of two healthy babies.”

Yami, Yugi, and Nikore gave their thanks, Nikore holding Nashwa while Yugi held Kamui. Both babies were bundled in large blankets and had cute little hats on, content in their warm cocoons.

“They’re so cute,” Joey commented, looking at their cherubic faces.

“Those are my great grandchildren alright,” Sugoroku boasted, very proud of his grandson and his girlfriend, “and they’ll be fine duelists when they grow up.”

“Let’s not overdo it right now,” Yami replied, “They may want to be something else when they grow.”

“Nonsense,” the elder Motou stated, “Who’s gonna be there to carry on the pharaoh’s legacy if no them?”

“And who’s gonna be there to take on my nephews when they come into the world,” Nikore giggled, then turn towards Seto, “So how does it feel to be an uncle?”

“I’m still trying to get over the shock of being a father,” Seto teased, smiling down at Nashwa.

“I’m going to be the best uncle in the whole world,” Mokuba stated, standing proud.

“Have you decided on who’s going to be the godparents,” Mokoto asked.

“Godparents,” Yami repeated in a question.

“They’re a couple who take care of the babies if anything happens to the parents and family members,” Dr. Mikameru answered as he walked in, “Most couples have the godparents already picked out before the birth of their children.”

Yami turned to Yugi, for neither of them had chosen a godparent for their children, then to Nikore.

“We could ask the gang waiting for us back home,” she suggested, ‘I’m pretty sure many of them would like to be godparents.”

“Good idea,” Yugi smiled, then notice Kamui getting fussy.

“He’s saying ‘Mom, I’m hungry’,” Mokoto teased, “Look at those lips smacking around. Would you like to breast-feed, or use a bottle?”

“I would like to try the breast-feeding,” the tri-color mother replied, sitting up and working on her shirt.

“Nashwa’s hungry too,” Nikore said and handed her to Yami.

“You’re not going to,” Seto began, but his question was answered when Yami began to teasingly unbutton her own shirt. The brunette practically covered Mokuba’s eyes to not see this, ignoring his ototo’s cry of protest.

“You’re gonna see me do it,” Joey stated, pouting, “So what’s the big deal?”

“I’m married to you,” Seto replied, thankful that Yami turned around, “and I love every minute I get to see your chest bare.”

“Hentai,” Nikore muttered.

“We request you to stay for twenty-four to forty-eight hours for monitoring,” Dr. Mikameru said, “Family members can also stay as well. Once we are certain everything’s in tip-top shape, you can file for a release and take your new families home.”

“Arigatou,” everyone said as the doctor and Mokoto left.

“Kamui’s got the hang of it,” Yugi mused, feeling a bit better as his chest felt like a weight was being lifted off it.

“So does Nashwa,” Yami replied, turning towards Nikore for her to see. Seto paled at the sight of Yami’s shirt about to fall off and fled. Had he stayed, he would have seen that Yami’s breasts were covered up with another shirt, one that had flaps that could be removed for breast-feeding.

* * * *

“CONGRATULATIONS,” everyone cheered as the Motou and Kaiba families were entering the Game Shop/house the next day, the whole place done for a party, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAMUI AND NASHWA!!”

“SSSHH,” Yami hushed them quietly, “They’re sleeping!”

“Oh,” James apologized for the group, “Gomen ne.”

“How are you guys feeling,” Ryou asked, nudging Bakura into helping them with their bags.

“Better now that I’m on painkillers,” Yugi smiled, handing the white-haired yami his bag, “Other than that, I’m okay.”

“He’s just glad to have Kamui out of his belly,” Nikore teased, pecking her koi on the cheek.

“We got cake and everything to celebrate the kids’ big entrance into the world,” Mai said, smiling as she pointed to the large cake on the table, “and I got my camera to take lots and lots of cute little pictures!”

“And we have presents too,” Malik added, holding up his.

“You guys didn’t had to do this,” Yugi said, taken aback by it all.

“But we wanted to,” Tristen replied, smiling at his young friend.

“Arigatou,” Yami thanked them, then sat the car seat she was holding down so everyone could see her first-born child.

“He’s so adorable,” Mai cooed, taking a picture.

“He looks just like his father,” Bakura stated, “or should I say, his mother?”

“Whatever,” Yami snorted.

“Just what we need,” Yami Malik groaned, but with amusement, “Another Pharaoh running around.”

“We may make you his godfather if you keep that up,” the former pharaoh stated, getting whacked by her koi.

“You mean to say you haven’t picked out godparents yet,” Isis asked, looking up from the heir to Yami’s legacy.

“We’re working on it,” Yugi answered, blushing.

They spent the night talking, eating, and cooing at the two infants that remained sleeping in their car seats. Kamui woke up for a bit when Mai was taking another snapshot, and began crying because the flash hurt his eyes, which in turn woke Nashwa up and started her crying.

“What’s the matter sweeties,” Yugi asked, picking up Kamui while Yami picked up Nashwa, “Shhhhh. It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

Kamui gave off soft sobs and a hiccup, but quieted down a moment later. Nashwa was still sobbing, but soon became interested in the Millennium Puzzle, which sported two footprints, one on each side, and grasped the chain, smiling as she jingled it.

“That is so cute,” Mai gushed, taking a picture.

* * * *

“You will call us when you decide who’s going to be the godparents,” Ryou asked as he and his family were leaving.

“Of course,” Yugi smiled, waving while holding Nashwa, who gave off a coo and a spit bubble, “Have a safe ride back home.”

“We will,” Ryou smiled, “Good night.”

Ryou got into the car while Yugi went back inside. Just about everyone had left already, only Nikore was staying to help with the infants while Seto took Joey and Mokuba home. After all, Mokuba had school and Joey had an appointment tomorrow. And speaking of appointments...

“Don’t forget our appointment a few days from now Bakura,” the white-haired pregnant teen spoke up.

“Yeah,” Bakura replied, crossing his arms, “I remembered. Just make sure to get up in time. As much as I enjoy waking you up, I do not want another black eye.”

Ryou giggled at the memory of accidentally hitting his husband when he tried to wake him up for an appointment a few weeks ago. James said nothing, but you can tell he was smiling.

* * * *

“Let’s see here,” Dr. Mikameru said as he got his equipment ready, “Are you sure you wish for a home birth Ryou?”

“Positive,” Ryou confirmed, wanting to head to the birth center to get the rest of what he needed.

“Very well then,” the aging doctor said, typing on his computer, “However, if you need to come to the hospital at any time, call us and I’ll have a staff ready and waiting for you.”

“Thank you Dr. Mikameru,” the hikari of the Millennium Ring said as he left the doctor’s office and headed out of the hospital, where Bakura was waiting by the car.

“Everything alright,” he asked as he opened the door for his koi.

“Yeah,” Ryou replied, then waited for Bakura to get in, “He’s just worried about me, that’s all. Plus, the sonogram shows I’m all set to have this baby at home with no problems. Are you ready as well?”

“You know I am,” the yami replied slyly, kissing his reason for living before starting the engine up to go to the birthing center.

* * * *

“Here is Julie’s phone number along with a bag of what you will need,” the receptionist said as she listed off the stuff inside, “When you feel your contractions are at least several minutes apart, and you feel pain in your stomach, call her and she will be there with her crew and everything.”

“Thank you,” Bakura mumbled, trying to read one of the pamphlets. He and Ryou stopped at a local restaurant to eat, then went home.

“Is everything all set,” James asked as they walked in, finishing up a report on his laptop.

“As set as it can get,” Bakura answered, then went upstairs to make sure everything was ready. Ryou’s due date was a day away and he wasn’t taking any chances. Ryou went to his room to lie down and get some rest. Miyoko was active all day and all night, but was taking a break from using her mommy’s insides as drums for the moment, and the white-haired teen was going to use this chance to catch some sleep.

A few hours later, Bakura walked into the room to wake Ryou up for dinner. He smiled at his tenshi, who laid on his back, his hair fanned out around his head. A perfect picture of a sleeping angel.

He walks over and crawls onto the bed, until Ryou was basically pinned underneath him, large belly brushing his flat one. Even with all the weight Ryou put on, it was only concentrated on his stomach. The rest of him was still thin and pale, but not enough for him to be considered ill. He peppered Ryou’s face with sweet kisses, ears absorbing his hikari’s moans, until he hissed and Bakura pulled away to see Ryou in pain.

“Tenshi,” Bakura asked, getting up as Ryou sat up, rubbing his chest.

“I’m okay,” Ryou groaned, “I think it’ll happen tonight. Yugi said his chest hurt before he changed.”

“Are you sure,” the white-haired yami pressed, lifting Ryou’s shirt. True enough, his pecks were swollen, and even the slightest touches, although gentle, were becoming too much for him to handle.

“Gomen tenshi,” Bakura said as he heard his husband whimper, pulling Ryou’s shirt back in place, “Should we get out your female clothes tonight?”

“It would be a good idea,” Ryou mused, having difficulty getting up, “Is dinner ready yet?”

“Yeah,” Bakura replied, mentally kicking himself for forgetting and helping Ryou up, “Should we tell your father?”

“Nah,” Ryou smiled, “I don’t want to worry him, just in case it doesn’t happen tonight.”

“Very well then,” Bakura said as they went downstairs to eat. James greeted them as they came in and sat at the table, which was already set and loaded with food.

“How are you feeling Ryou,” the elder Bakura asked as he sat down along with his sons.

“A bit tired,” Ryou confessed, filling his plate with spaghetti, “but alright. I’ll go to bed early and hopefully Miyoko won’t make any fuss to keep me up.”

“Your due date’s soon right,” James inquired, “We gotta make sure you’re fit for when the day comes, so please no more late-night activities, right boys?”

“Hai sir,” Bakura said, biting down on a large helping of his dinner. Truth was, Ryou and Bakura haven’t had sex in two, going on three in a week’s time, months in fear of causing early labor. Bakura says he was fine with it, but Ryou suspected that he was having withdrawal symptoms when he wasn’t looking. After all, next to Yami Malik, he was the biggest nympho around.

* * * *

Bakura sighed as the hot water ran over his body, relieving him of the day’s stress. It was hard to be around Ryou and not touch him in a sexual way, especially when he looked so lovely while blossoming with child. He always wondered what his koi would look like as a woman, and tonight he may get his chance to find out.

He groaned as a slight image of that appeared in his mind and gave him an erection. It had been so long since he last taken his husband, and his hand was just not the same as his koi’s. Bakura scowled at himself. He didn’t want to cause an early labor and, dare say, any harm to Ryou and Miyoko, so he kept his distance with the exception of loving hugs and tender kisses.

“Should I help you with that?”

Bakura nearly jumped and whirled to look at Ryou’s giggling face, naked form making him all the more harder.

“You shouldn’t keep these things from me ‘Kura,” Ryou play-scolded, waving a finger at him, “You know I would be more than happy to help you with those things.”

“Since when did you become so kinky,” Bakura raised an eyebrow at him, “I just didn’t want to cause any harm to the baby, that’s all.”

“You won’t,” the white-haired hikari assured, walking into the shower and pressing Bakura’s back into his chest gently, mindful of his large, ripe belly. The white-haired yami groaned as he felt Ryou’s fingers slide along his hip to his erection, tips dancing lightly upon the stiff shaft. Ryou nipped at Bakura’s long, thick neck as he wrapped his hand around the hard member, enjoying the cry he was rewarded for.

“Gods Ryou,” Bakura moaned, never realizing just how much he missed Ryou’s touch. Ryou rubbed his hand upon Bakura’s manhood, slick with water and pre-arousal. He teased the head of the erection with his thumb, earning a cry of pleasure as Bakura thrusted into his hand. The former tomb robber’s face became flushed as he felt his release nearing. He turned his head to capture Ryou’s lips in a searing kiss, expressing all the love he had for the mother of his child. Ryou kissed back just as fiercely, swallowing his husband’s scream as he came all over his hand.

Bakura braced himself on the wall so he didn’t fall onto Ryou, shuddering from sheer bliss of his orgasm. Ryou rubbed his yami’s backside, hoping he was alright. His hopes were answered when Bakura turned around and embraced him, mapping out his tenshi’s sweet cavern with the skills of a master.

“How did I ever find an angel like you,” Bakura mused.

“I dunno,” Ryou giggled innocently, “Got lucky?”

“Guess so,” the yami smiled, “maybe I should play the lottery while my luck’s still holding.”

Ryou laughed at that, then yelped as Miyoko decided to start kicking again.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Bakura said, to which Ryou nodded now that standing was going to be difficult.

After drying off, Bakura helped his husband into his new night attire, then both settled down into the bed to sleep, cuddling in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Yugi slowly opened his eyes, the room starting to brighten as dawn approached them.

It has been two days since both he and Yami returned to their male forms, their chests still sore from using a breast pump to extract milk for their children. The doctors recommended it, and offered some formula in case they didn’t want to. Yugi knew he would do anything for his children, so he endured the harshness of the device and now they have several bottles in the refrigerator all set for them.

He turned to find the side of the bed Yami usually slept on empty. Curious, he sits up and turns to find him standing near the window, Kamui and Nashwa in his arms with a stern look on his face.

“Yami,” he called out, getting up with the blanket around him. Yami turned to look at him as his Aibou walked up to him.

“My father use to hold me when Atum-Ra rose from his journey in the underworld,” Yami said, “He would tell me about the Gods and Ra’s journey in the sky. As an infant, he would hold me before the people so they could see their new ruler after his time had passed.”

“You remember that,” Yugi asked, amazed that his yami could remember things Yugi himself could not.

“I only saw it in a vision the puzzle showed me,” Yami replied sadly, “and now, with my own little ones, I am at a loss. What do I do? Do I raise my children before the dawn with no people to cheer them or acknowledge them as my heirs? Who do I go to have them blessed and baptized in the name of my god, or do I go to one who represents yours? I’m so confused as to what I should do.”

“My god is your god Yami,” Yugi said, embracing his husband from behind, “He became mine when we made our vows, remember? There is no need for any grand spectacular for our children, for they will know who they are and what legacy they will inherit. And we still need to pick a godparent before we can even consider baptizing them, so let’s just take things slow, okay? We have all the time in the world.”

“I guess your right Aibou,” Yami smiled, then raised his children as the sun began to rise from the horizon to tell them of the tale of Atum-Ra.

* * * *

Bakura walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ryou, whose hypothesis of last night was correct.

The clothes fitted perfectly on Ryou’s new female form, which was lovely and curvy despite his large belly. His face was rounder, eyes larger and more doe-like, and his eyelashes graced his cheeks like a black, satin curtain. His hair remained the same waist-length, but was fuller and thicker than before. Ryou, to Bakura anyway, was a perfect picture of an angel.

He laid down next to his ‘wife’, just admiring her as she slept peacefully. Ryou’s eyes fluttered open as she sensed someone watching her, and smiled at her husband.

“Morning,” she said, eyes widening at her new voice.

“Good morning love,” Bakura grinned, kissing her, “Your assumption was right last night, and you look as lovely as ever, if I may say so.”

“Hm,” Ryou turned to his other side to look in the wall mirror hanging on his closet door. True enough, she didn’t look that bad as a girl, considering she did look feminine in her male form.

“Shall we go down for breakfast,” Bakura asked, smiling as Ryou’s large belly gave off a growl.

“Yeah,” Ryou replied, grunting as she sat up, which was hard with the extra weight. Her husband helped her to her feet and out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen, where James was finishing a stack of pancakes and dressed like he was going somewhere.

“Morning dad,” Ryou said, making James jump and turn around.

“Sora,” he exclaimed, then got a better look, Ryou?!”

“Yep,” Ryou blushed quietly, while Bakura laughed, “Why did you call me by mother’s name just now?”

“Because I swore to God you looked just like her,” James replied, apologizing, “If not for your different hair color, you both would look like twins.”

“Seriously,” Ryou asked, who barely remembered what his mother looked like.

“I’ll show you,” the elder Bakura smiled, taking off necklace he wore since he got married that had a locket on it. He opened it up, revealing two old photos inside, one of himself, and the other of a beautiful woman with pale blond hair and familiar brown eyes.

“She’s beautiful,” Bakura mused, Ryou lifting trembling fingers to trace the smiling face.

“I never knew,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek, “I miss her so much.”

“So do I,” James said sadly, holding his ‘daughter’, “So do I.”

The two stayed like that for a moment, Bakura giving them their space, until a rather large belly made itself known that it was empty.

“How about some breakfast,” James smiled, Ryou giggling in embarrassment, “I have to go to the museum to work on some artifacts and won’t be back until dinner time. Do you both think you’ll be alright until then?”

“Of course we will,” the former tomb robber said as he and his ‘wife’ sat down to eat. Afterwards, James said his farewells and was off.

Ryou and Bakura spent the day getting ready for the water birth, not certain as to when the white-haired teen was suppose to go into labor. Once done, and making sure they had the supplies and Julie’s phone number ready, they went to the living room to relax, just enjoying the comfort of each other.

It was not until the late afternoon, after a nice nap on the couch with Bakura curled up beside her, that Ryou felt a strong contraction. At first, he thought it was nothing, but another one came quickly. Too quickly, unlike the other ones in the past, and started to hurt badly.

“Bakura,” she whimpered, trying to move so she faces her husband. Bakura didn’t wake up, just gave off a snore.

“Bakuraaaaa,” Ryou whined louder, shaking the white-haired yami.

“Wha-what is it Ryou,” Bakura groaned, eyes fluttering open as he was rudely awaken.

“It’s time.”

“Nani?”

“I think I’m having the baby,” Ryou cried out as another contraction hit her, wailing as her stomach clenched down.

“Oh Ra,” Bakura exclaimed, finally up. He climbed over the couch to get before his ‘wife’, who was having a hard time getting on her feet. He helped her up and up the stairs to their bedroom, then went to call Julie and the rest of the gang.

* * * *

“Moshi moshi,” Yugi said as he answered the phone, trying not to laugh as Sugoroku was dancing to some song he was singing with Nashwa.

“Where’s the pharaoh no baka,” Bakura said on the other line.

“Bathing Kamui,” Yugi replied, “Doushite?”

“Ryou’s in labor.”

“Nani,” Yugi exclaimed, eyes widening.

“He went into labor fifteen minutes ago,” the yami of the Millennium Ring explained, “I called Julie and she’s stuck in traffic. I tried calling Malik, but no one’s home.”

“Yami and I will be on our way,” Yugi declared, motioning to his grandfather to give him his daughter.

“Where’s Nikore,” Bakura asked, for last he heard, the blond Kaiba was staying with them.

“She had to go home to take care of something,” the tricolor teen answered.

* * * *

“I can’t do this,” Seto groaned as he tried to glare at Nikore, but her knowing smirk kept him from doing it successfully.

A discussion between Joey and himself had turned into a bet between the two, where the CEO had to wear a strap-on weight that made his belly look like he was seven months pregnant for seventy-two hours. If he succeeds, Joey will have to wear an Egyptian slave outfit and serve him for two weeks. If not...

“I’m sure Joey would love to have you home for two weeks as his slave,” Nikore teased, grinning.

“I’m a respected CEO damnit,” the brunette stated, “and I have a meeting to go to. What the hell would they think when they see me like this?”

“You are so uptight with the image Oni-chan,” Nikore rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you have the meeting over the phone? Tell them you broke your leg or got sick or something. They don’t need to know about the extra weight, unless you want to tell them you made a bet and have two hours to go before you win?”

Seto made no response or comment, still trying to figure out what to do, especially since his puppy made his sister his eyes and ears and to report to him when either Seto’s time was up, or to call it quits.

* * * *

“Are you hungry tenshi,” Bakura asked, holding Ryou as she felt another contraction hit her.

“No ‘Kura,” Ryou replied, panting, “Could you rub my back? There’s so much pressure there.”

“Of course,” Bakura replied, pressing his fingers into the small of Ryou’s back, massaging the pressure away for awhile. Ryou was now dressed in an over-sized t-shirt and was sweating profoundlously as her body went to work at the task of bringing Miyoko into the world. Bakura had called up James and, like Julie, was stuck in the afternoon rush hour.

Luckily, Yugi and Yami didn’t need a car to get to their house.

Bakura answered the door after laying Ryou back down on the bed, surprised that they brought their own children along.

“Is Ryou okay,” Yugi asked as he set Nashwa on the couch.

“He’s upstairs,” the former tomb robber replied, and the hikari of the Millennium Puzzle was up the stairs in an instant, “Excited, isn’t he?”

“He’s worried for Ryou,” Yami replied, sitting Kamui down, “After all, we were in a hospital with trained professionals. This is entirely different.”

“We’ll get through this,” Bakura said more to convince himself than anyone else, “Ryou’s strong. He can do this.”

“I know,” Yami said, pulling out a text book he borrowed from Nikore, who borrowed it from Mokoto, on how to deliver a baby at home.

The three males busied themselves with either the babies, helping Ryou through contractions, and setting the bathroom up for the delivery. A few hours later, James arrived home with Julie and two midwives-in-training along with him. The laboring mother was examined and she was close to four centimeters dilated and doing well. Ryou was finally convinced to eat a sandwich to conserve more energy while everyone else ate to prepare for a long night.

Well into the night, the albino hikari’s water broke, and the bath was prepared for her. Bakura glared at Yami and Yugi while arguing with them as Ryou removed her shirt, leaving her in her bra, and sank into the tub, thankful for the hot water soothing her aching body.

“It’s alright Bakura,” Ryou tried to counsel her husband, “I don’t mind.”

“Well I do,” Bakura snorted, walking into the bathroom, stripping to his boxers, and slid into the water, ready to catch his child when she came out.

“Are you ready Bakura,” Julie asked, one of her assistants bringing on an oxygen tank just in case Miyoko needs it. Bakura nods.

“Okay Ryou,” the silver/raven-haired woman said, holding the fetal-heart monitor on Ryou’s belly, “when the next contraction comes, I want you to push Ryou, okay?”

Ryou nods, then pushes as he felt a powerful contraction. This went on for awhile, Ryou pushing with each contraction, giving off a yell or a scream every now and then, everyone around her giving her their support. She gave off a loud scream as she felt something pushing it’s way out of her, something very big.

“The baby’s head is coming,” Julie announced, “Get ready Bakura.”

Bakura had lost his voice as he saw a head pushing out of his tenshi, his fingers brushing the large lump as he slipped out, revealing a head.

“You’re doing good Ryou,” James cheered, holding Ryou’s hand, “Almost there.”

James let out a yelp as his ‘daughter’s’ fingernails dug into his skin as she pushed some more, until there was a whoosh, then there was no more pressure.

“We have a baby,” Julie announced, everyone cheering. Bakura was silent, holding Miyoko in the water, until he found the strength to lift her out of the water and onto her mother’s chest. Ryou began to cry, holding her daughter at last. Bakura never knew the tears falling from his eyes, which had been falling since his daughter slipped out of Ryou. He lowered himself until his head was upon Ryou’s belly, then wept as Miyoko began to cry.

* * * *

Bakura rocked in the old rocking chair, holding Miyoko in his arms, as Ryou rested in the bed they had set up in the nursery in case any of them had to be in there. So much was on his mind as he continued to stare outside, the sun starting to rise once more. Miyoko was weighed, foot-printed, and fed before Julie and her assistants left, promising to return later to check up on things. So far though, Miyoko Sora Ligister was a healthy, sweet baby.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Bakura turned to see Yami walking in with Kamui in his arms, who was sleeping soundly.

“I was just thinking,” Bakura mused, “I want to give Miyoko everything I never had, but I don’t know where to start first. Hell, I don’t even know what my parents did when I was born.”

“How about this,” Yami asked, walking over to a basin of water and saying an Egyptian prayer over it, “We can start with a baptizing.”

“Let’s wait until Ryou wakes up first,” the former tomb robber said, surprised that his former enemy would do that for him.

“You can also bless my children as well,” the former pharaoh said, as if he read Bakura’s thoughts, “Yugi and I had done some thinking. We want to announce the names of Kamui and Nashwa’s godparents next all of us get together.”

“Finally decided,” Bakura teased.

Yami snorted at the comment, but nodded and looked down at Miyoko. The tiny infant had woken up, revealing a pair of brown eyes much like her mothers, and white hair that stuck out like her father’s. Miyoko looked at Kamui, who also woken up, and the two smiled at each other, looking so adorable. The two fathers, on the other hand, thought it meant trouble.

“Oh no you don’t,” Yami play-scolded Kamui, “You’re too young to be picking up girls.”

“He better stay away from my daughter,” Bakura play-threatened, “The last thing I need is for them to marry and I to be related to you pharaoh.”

“Feeling’s mutual tomb robber.”

TBC

Author’s Notes: If you wondering why Nashwa has two middle names, Omega was suppose to be Nikore real last name. She was the surrogate child of Seto’s mother, who adopted her after her real parents disappeared before she was born. Go to Angel and Demon: ALTERNATE VERSION for more information. As for Atum-Ra, some eras of Anient Egyptian history would merge Atum, the first God to emerge from Nun, the waters of chaos, with Ra, making htemone divine ruler of the gods. Thus, Atum-ra. Next chapter: Malik’s turn and we find out if Seto’s wins the bet or not. Ja ne!