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Little Miracle	By : Cheysulinight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Little Miracle

Author: Cheysuli

Rated: R

Pairing: Yami/Bakura; Yugi/Ryou

Warnings: Mpreg; OOC

Chapter Title: The Second Trimester

Summary: Pregnancy, especially for teenagers, is never easy.

A/N: This fic will have three chapters, one for each trimester. Please note that I have never been pregnant and all info here was taken from various websites (mostly pregnancy . org [remove spaces]; that�s an amazing site. With pictures).

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The weeks passed by and everyone had soon fallen into a routine, Yugi and Ryou would leave for school at 7:30 in the morning and Yami would leave half an hour later. Marik would arrive anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour and a half after Yami had left, depending on how responsible he was feeling that day. Some days he didn�t show up at all. And Bakura...
Bakura would spend most of the morning staring at the front door, waiting for Marik to come or for Yami to rush back when he forgot something. Then he�d get off the floor or the couch or, occasionally, the coffee table and he�d wander into the kitchen for some crackers. Or, if Marik had actually shown up, he�d go up to his room until he was sure Marik had finished raiding their fridge and eating their food.
After that he�d wander through the house, absentmindedly tidying the place up a bit, always careful to be as quiet as possible until around noon since the blond preferred complete silence while he caught up on lost sleep. If he was feeling up to it, he�d make himself - and Marik - some lunch.
The rest of the day was spent in his room, staring longingly out the window as he waited for Yami to come home.

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Weekends were his favorite days. Yami was with him constantly during the weekends and somehow those two short days almost made up for the loneliness he felt while Yami was at work. Almost. But it was all he could ask for since he knew - and finally accepted - that they needed the money Yami made at KaibaLand. Which wasn�t really all that much. Game King or not, Yami only earned minimum wage just as all new employees did.
And minimum wage wasn�t nearly enough compared to how much the things they needed cost. And they didn�t just need things for the baby; they needed things for Bakura as well. Prenatal vitamins, new clothes, morning sickness remedies... If Grandpa hadn't agreed to keep giving Yami his weekly allowance then they would have been in deep trouble.
After the first few weeks of awed excitement at the news of a child, reality was finally settling in.

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"Teen pregnancies are difficult, Yami. There are many things children your age just aren't prepared for. And children of their own is one of them."
Yami sighed and gave Grandpa a half-hearted glare. "In Egypt, Bakura and I would be considered adults and legally married. It would have been odd, and worrisome, if I didn't already have an heir on the way."
Grandpa shook his head as he stacked containers of food - mostly homemade stewed tomatoes for Bakura - in the fridge. "This isn't Ancient Egypt, Yami. Times change and in this day and age you and Bakura won't be considered adults for a few years yet."
Yami cocked his head and absentmindedly started playing with a napkin that rested on the table he was seated at. "Are you saying we should have waited a few years?" the Pharaoh asked hesitantly, now staring sadly at the table.
Grandpa nodded his head and too a seat in the chair next to Yami. "It would have been best, but what's done is done," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Yami's shoulder. "You can't change the past, Yami." The old man smiled wryly. "No matter how much someone tries."
Yami laughed a little at that, remembering how hard Bakura had tried to use the power of the Items to change the fate of his people. It was a purely understandable goal; but completely unattainable.
And it was a really good thing Bakura had realized - and finally accepted - that fact before he had gotten pregnant. Yami shuddered to think of the mood swing that would have caused. "You're right, Grandpa," he finally said, after he had gotten the image out of his mind. "Be we didn't actually plan this pregnancy; it's not like Bakura could have gone to the store and gotten birth control... what?"
Grandpa was glaring at him. "Don't go blaming this all on him; the fault is half yours," he growled at the now cowering Pharaoh. "He may not have been able to get birth control pills but you were perfectly capable of getting condoms."
Yami blushed, extremely embarrassed they were even having this conversation.
"But they didn't have condoms in Egypt!" he whined.
Grandpa glared harder. "Yami, for the last time, this isn't Egypt!" he yelled, slapping the table angrily. "You have got to stop living in the past!"
Yami flinched and quickly scooted his chair away from the angry man. "Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I know how different things are in this time? That still doesn't change the fact that I didn't know what condoms were until it was too late!"
"Too late?"
Grandpa and Yami winced at the quiet voice and turned guiltily towards the door. "Bakura..." Yami whispered, staring sadly at his teary eyed lover.
Bakura stared blankly at them seemingly oblivious to the tears that trailed down his face. "I... I came to tell you I felt the baby move... but..." he whispered as he backed towards the door. "But I doubt you care..."
Yami and Grandpa could only watch helplessly as Bakura turned and fled the room.

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"Hey, Bakura..."
Bakura ignored the quiet voice, instead staring vacantly at the wall next to the bed. He didn't want to talk to anyone, see anyone... not even the one that now stood patiently by the door. Not since...
He struggled to hold back his tears as he recalled the conversation he had overheard earlier. The knowledge that the one he loved, truly loved, felt... that way...
The figure at the door frowned as Bakura finally started to cry and he quickly crossed the room, carefully climbing onto the bed a sitting behind the pregnant boy. "Bakura, he didn't mean it, what he said," he whispered, stroking Bakura's hair and wiping his tears away.
Bakura sniffed. "He doesn't want her, Yugi," he choked, rolling onto his back and staring pleadingly up at his lover's hikari. "Why doesn't he want her?"
Yugi sighed and laid down next the Bakura, placing his hand gently on Bakura's slightly swollen belly. "It's not that... Bakura, he's just scared-"
"And I'm not!" Bakura growled. "Yugi, I'm scared too! Hell, I'm terrified. But I could never not want her," he cried, rolling to his side and cuddling against Yugi. "I almost wish... you were her father. You actually care."
Yugi sighed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy, sadly shaking his head at Yami who had been listening quietly at the door.

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"You should be ashamed of yourselves!"
Yami was being lectured again. He loathed being lectured. But at least this time, he wasn't the only one in trouble. It was amusing really, seeing a man Grandpa's age being scolded by a teenager. It was almost enough to make him forget what he had heard Bakura tell Yugi. Almost.
"Saying things like that were he can hear you! What were you thinking?!�

Not even Ryou's angry voice could drive those words from his mind; and that was saying something considering how scary Ryou could be. Yami almost wished it were Yugi yelling at him. Yugi... did Bakura really wish Yugi was the father? Was Yugi being the father actually a possibility or had Bakura just said that because Yugi was the one who was comforting him at the time?
"Listen to me when I'm yelling at you!"
Yami blinked and stared at Ryou, who was glaring so hard and so angrily at him that Yami swore he saw little flames dancing in the hikari's eyes. Oh wait, it was just the reflection from the lights which made much more sense and Yami must have been drifting again because Ryou looked ready to kill something. Distraction, distraction... he needed a distraction... "Uh, where'd Grandpa go?" he asked timidly, finally noticing he and Ryou were alone in the living room. Which was definitely not of the good because that meant there were no witnesses to identify Ryou as the one who killed him.
Ryou frowned and glared towards the front door, much to Yami's relief since that meant he was no longer the focus of Ryou's attention. "He left, the coward," he hissed. "Said something about inventory."
Yami wisely said nothing as Ryou continued cursing the old man and quite possibly Yami as well - the Pharaoh couldn't really be sure since Ryou had switched to English and Bakura was the only other one in the house who understood it.
And Yami definitely couldn't go and ask Bakura to translate, not while the pregnant boy was so upset; besides, Yami didn't really want to know what Ryou was saying about him. The last time he had asked for a translation he couldn't even go near Ryou without fearing for his life. Whoever had called Ryou the most innocent of the hikaris must have been blind, deaf, and dumb. Either that or he had never heard Ryou speak while angry.
And Yami should really leave the room before his mind drifted any farther, especially since Ryou had not yet realized Yami had missed most of the lecture.

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"Is he asleep?"
Yugi blinked tiredly up at Yami, yawning as he sat up, careful not to disturb Bakura. The Pharaoh's hikari cocked his head as he listened to the sounds from downstairs. "Ryou's still yelling," he said quietly in mild confusion. "Why aren't you downstairs?"
Yami stared at him as if he had just asked why there was sand in the desert. "Uh... because Ryou's still yelling. In English," he answered slowly. "So... is he asleep?"
Yugi glanced down at Bakura, who hadn't moved or responded in anyway since just before Yami had entered the room. "He is; if he wasn't I would most likely be yelling at you right now."
Yami blinked and stepped away from the bed Yugi and Bakura were lying on, suddenly very aware of how he had escaped one lecture only to almost walk into another. Thank Ra Bakura was, apparently, sound asleep. Though that wasn't really surprising; Bakura had developed a habit of sleeping during the day. For some strange reason, he seemed completely unable to find any rest during the night.
But back to the subject that was Yami's reason for coming upstairs in the first place - well, the other subject that brought him upstairs. He really didn't feel up to being lectured for escaping a lecture. "So, uh... about what Bakura said to you earlier," Yami began, almost afraid of what he would learn within the next few minutes.
Yugi cocked his head, absentmindedly playing with a strand of Bakura's long white hair. "Yami, you know he was upset. He doesn't really believe you don't want her."
Yami frowned as he watched Yugi's action, too jealous to correct Yugi about the baby's gender. "Not that, Yugi," he said as he glared at his hikari. "About him wanting you to be the baby's father."
Yugi laughed quietly. "Oh, that. Don't take it seriously, Yami. He was just angry with you."
Yami's frown deepened as he noticed Yugi's hand moving from Bakura's hair to his cheek. "Yugi, tell me the truth... is it possible that you are the child's father?"
His hikari glared at him and from his expression, Yami knew that if Bakura hadn't been in the room Yugi would have been yelling so loud they'd both go deaf. "If you," Yugi growled as he slowly stood from the bed and stalked towards Yami, "for one second believe Bakura and I are capable of betraying you and Ryou like that, then you don't know us at all."
Yami inched away from his furious hikari; he had crossed a line and he knew it. But that didn't change the fact that he needed to know. "So... it's not yours?"
Yugi's hands tightened into fists and he forced himself to take a deep, calming breath, unwilling to risk waking Bakura by attacking Yami. Bakura had enough problems to deal with without adding lack of sleep to the seemingly ever growing list. "Yami, the child is yours whether you want it to be or not. Deal with it!"
Yami shook his head frantically. "No! Yugi, it's not that I don't want it-"
"Then act like you want it!" Yugi yelled, unable to control his anger any longer. "Act like you care about anything other than money!" He paused and took another calming breath, before continuing in a much calmer tone. "What happened, Yami? You were always there for him those first few weeks," he said in obvious disappointment. "Now he's lucky to be able to spend time alone with you on the weekends."
Yami sighed and ran his hand nervously through his hair. "I woke up, Yugi. We were acting like the baby was a dream come true," he said quietly, quickly continuing when he notice Yugi was about to protest. "And he is but he's an expensive dream. And... I want him to have everything he needs."
Yugi stared sadly at him. "Babies need more than things, Yami. They need parents - both parents - as well."
Yami nodded, angry at himself for even mentioning the subject. "I know and I will be there for him and Bakura-"
"Don't tell me," Yugi interrupted, gesturing towards the bed. "Tell him."
Yami winced and slowly turned towards the bed, where Bakura, having been awakened by their raised voices, was staring back at them. Yami was almost afraid to look at him, afraid he would see nothing but contempt in those expressive eyes. But after a few moments of tense silence, he did look... and saw something much worse than contempt.
Disappointment... fear... acceptance.
Bakura believed that Yami would reject him and he was preparing himself for the words he was sure Yami would soon speak. It didn't matter that Yami had just said that he'd be there for them; he had been saying that since the beginning and he hadn't been there. Not since those first few weeks where everything seemed so perfect and nothing could go wrong.
Then everything had gone wrong. Yami had gotten a job and was rarely home, Bakura was alone most days - even when Marik did come over, he did nothing but watch television and steal their food; Bakura might as well have been completely alone in the house. It felt like that anyways.
How had everything gone so wrong so fast? It was as if the Gods had flipped a switch somewhere; it was if they had decided that his life was too good, as if they had decided he was too happy, and had decided to set things 'right.'
But... surely they could see they were punishing an innocent child as well? Didn't they realize she needed two parents that loved her? Didn't she deserve at least that?
He hadn't deserved parents that loved him. He had had them, briefly, before the Gods had taken them away. Maybe... they thought that since he didn't deserve his, she didn't deserve hers? Was that what the Gods believed? That a child had to suffer for the crimes of her parents?
How could they believe that?
Bakura was no longer aware of the others in the room. All the uncertainty, all the fear, all the loneliness - the agonizing feeling of abandonment that had consumed his world... it all caught up with him in that moment, attacking him with it's suffocating presence until it was all he was aware of...
And not even the faint fluttering feeling of his daughter's movements was enough to get through to him.

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"What's happening?!" Yami screamed as he struggled to hold Bakura still. Yami had expected Bakura to yell at him or to start crying... but he had never expected this. Whatever this was.
Bakura was screaming. And he was crying and shaking and clawing. And he was fighting... what, Yami didn't know - but he was fighting and kicking and... and screaming. And nothing Yami did could get him to calm down. "Yugi!"
Yugi stood helpless at the foot of the bed, pale and shaky and at a complete loss of what to do. "I... I think he's having a breakdown!"
Yami growled. "You think?!" He winced as Bakura managed to hit his ribs, certain he had heard one crack. "Get Ryou!" Yugi hesitated and Yami screamed at him. "Get Ryou!"

There was no need. As soon as he had heard the first of Bakura's screams, Ryou had dropped everything and had raced upstairs, knocking Yugi to the floor in his haste to get to Bakura. "Bakura! 'Kura, listen to me!" Ryou cried as he helped Yami hold the still struggling boy. "You need to calm down!" Ryou flinched as Bakura's knee nearly collided with him. "Yugi, grab his legs!"
The other hikari nodded and quickly climbed onto the bed, somehow managing to hold Bakura's legs down without getting any serious bruises. And it seemed the others were having similar luck and they soon had Bakura lying flat on his back and mostly still.
But he was still screaming.
Ryou was in tears as he pleaded with Bakura. "'Kura, its ok! Please! Everything's going to be ok!" But he just couldn't get through to him and Bakura was starting to hyperventilate, struggling to both breathe and scream at the same time. And Ryou did something he had promised he would never do.
He forced himself into Bakura's mind.

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Bakura was drowning. He was surrounded on all sides by thick, inky blackness that coated his every pore; seeping into his eyes, his mouth, his nose... he couldn't breathe.
He was drowning...

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Ryou couldn't see. Bakura's mind was chaotic, all his fears and uncertainties swirling around like dark angry dancers, attempting to drown all the light Bakura had within him. And, like Bakura, they were screaming.
But these screams weren't the heart wrenching screams of Bakura. No, these screams were taunting - telling Bakura how much he was hated, pitied... They took every upsetting thing Bakura had heard over the course of his pregnancy and threw it back at him, louder and more forceful than ever.
Ryou panicked. He couldn't find Bakura in this... he just couldn't. But... maybe he could hear him? His screams were different from those of the dancers... so Ryou should be able to hear him...
He just had to find the difference.
And after a few frantic moments, he found it...

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//Bakura...//
Bakura whimpered and tried to see where the voice was coming from; but all he saw was unending darkness. //Ryou? Where... I can't see you.//
//You don't have to see me, 'Kura! Just follow me! You need to calm down and follow me!//
Bakura choked as he felt a slippery tendril of blackness slither across his throat. //I can't...//
//Yes you can! You have to! Bakura, you're... you're hurting the baby!//
Bakura paled and had he been able to, he would have wrapped his arms protectively around himself. //I... speak louder so I can find you.//
//Bakura!//
And Bakura found him.

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�I failed him,� Yami realized as he watched Ryou and Bakura sleep. Whatever the hikari had done, he had managed what Yami had been unable to do. He had saved Bakura.
And he had accomplished it not a moment too soon. Bakura had stopped screaming when Ryou had done... whatever it was he had done, but he had still been struggling to breathe. Yugi had said it reminded him of an asthma attack; but that didn�t make any sense since Bakura didn�t have asthma. As severe - and frightening - as that attack had been, Yami assumed that it was just a side effect of Bakura�s... breakdown.
A breakdown that Yami had caused.

�I just wanted to take care of him,� he thought, as he reached out to stroke Bakura�s hair. �And everything fell apart.� Bakura whimpered at the touch and snuggled closer to his hikari, shivering slightly. �I almost lost him... him and the baby both... just because I was too focused on finances to realize he was hurting.�

To tell the truth, none of them - not even Ryou - had noticed how much Bakura was hurting. They had all just assumed that Bakura would tell them if he was upset about something and none of them realized that it seemed as if Bakura only got upset about things they themselves witnessed. Ra, why hadn�t he said anything?

�He shouldn�t have had to tell us. We should have been paying attention.�

They had been paying attention, but they had been paying attention to other things; not Bakura. Yami was focused on his job and whether or not he was going to get that raise his boss had hinted at. Ryou was focused on his grades since his father had threatened to cut his allowance if he got anything lower than a B. And Yugi... well, Yugi would have been paying attention but he couldn�t be everywhere at once. He had school just as Ryou did; only he wasn�t as focused on it. And Marik...
Yami snorted. Marik was useless. He may have spent every weekday with Bakura but he wasn�t exactly the most compassionate individual. He�d probably only notice Bakura�s mood if it was annoying him in some way. Yami would never understand what Otogi saw in him.
Yami sighed, realizing that out of all of them, Yugi was the one who paid Bakura the most attention. Yugi may not be the father but Yami was thinking that he should have been. He�d have done a much better job of taking care of Bakura than Yami had. Bakura wouldn�t have had that breakdown if Yugi had been the father. He wouldn�t have...
He wouldn�t have nearly lost the baby.
Yami shook his head, oblivious to the tears trailing down his face, and gazed sadly at his lover as he remembered what Isis had said when Yami had called her in a blind panic when Ryou had done... whatever it was he had done.

�My Pharaoh, if this had happened even a few weeks earlier he would have miscarried. As it is, the magic inherent in all male child bearers has only recently stabilized enough to protect the child. Problems could still arise.�
�Isis, what are you saying?�
�I�m saying that the remainder of his pregnancy will be extremely difficult.�

Yami�s selfishness had almost killed their baby. And it was only because of Ryou that Bakura was alive, if not necessarily well. What other harm would he cause those he loved in his misguided attempts to help? Yugi wouldn�t cause such a mess. He should have been the father of Bakura�s baby.
Because Ra knew Yami didn�t deserve to be.

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