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Winding Road	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Doubtful. But let’s all sit down okay? I want some cookies and milk, and Bakura will eat them all if we don’t get some now.”

Biting back the admonishment that dinner would be in a few hours, Seto motioned for everyone to take seats. “Jou get the glasses, Vic grab the milk.”

When everyone was seated Vic looked around the room and unexpectedly tears welled in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m going to make you mad. It’s Thanksgiving.”

Jou moved to go hold his son but Seto clamped a hard hand on his arm and shook his head. Vic had taken the chair furthest from them for a reason. He wanted the distance. They had to respect that.

“Hey!”

“Dad, wait. I gotta ask questions and if you guys ... I won’t be able to. Sit down.”

Jou subsided, but gave Seto a hard glare. “Okay go for it.”

“I... I was dead. I know I was. I remember being dead, feeling my heart stop beating. But I remember thinking I had to stay and see Daddy. It seemed like forever because I was so cold and there was a warm place waiting for me. But I waited for Daddy.” He took a deep breath. “How come I’m not dead any more?”

Looks went around the room, then Seto leaned forward and said softly “Vic we all have gifts and we want to talk about them but we need to tell you that they are secrets. Nobody can ever know, okay?”

“I get that. I promise I won’t tell. But explain okay? ‘Cause I... I need to know. I’m scared sometimes that the dead will come again.”

“Okay. Marik explain.” Seto nodded to the other man.

Marik frowned slightly then turned to look at Vic. “Inside everyone there is a soul. It is immortal and can’t die. I have a gift that will let me fix any injury to anyone. If their soul has not left their body to go to the warm place I can fix it so they can live again. That’s what I did for you.”

“Why do I look different? I remember having dark hair and my eyes were lighter blue. It’s scary because my face even looks different. When I came back did I come back as another person?”

“I had to use stuff from your Dad and Seto. You are getting your dad’s hair and your features are from the addition of their DNA growing in the bones that were destroyed.”

“Yeah, cool. DNA? So I really am Dad’s and Seto’s kid now? Dad’s my dad – does that mean Seto’s my mom?”

That earned several snorts of laughter. “Technically they are both your mother. I used their mitochondrial DNA – that comes from mothers only – and mixed it with yours. And I used some of their other DNA to help as well. There isn’t enough of your original or their two to ever say with assurance which is your mother.” Marik grinned evilly. “But I vote for Kaiba being Mom. He looks cute in that apron.”

More laughter. This time Vic chuckled too and turned innocent blue eyes on Seto. “Mom can I have more cookies?” That set everyone off into gales of laughter.

Atemu and Yugi arrived just as Seto was placing Vic’s empty glass and plate in the sink. “Hey guys. What’s up?” Yugi greeted, patting his now perfect hair.

“Question and answer time for Vic.” Malik said in an aside. They took two open seats at the table. Despite the laughter in the room, this was a very important time.

Bakura, still chuckling, teased “Oooh don’t piss off your mom. He’s the holder of the cookie jar.” He caught the cookie Seto flung at his head.

Vic sighed longingly at the cookie jar but moved on. “Okay, next question. I... I remember Valon doing things to me, things like hitting me and stuff because I wouldn’t call him Dad. Is he coming back?” he couldn’t hide the quiver of fear in his voice.

“No.” Jou assured firmly. “He is in jail for what he did to you. Everyone thinks you are dead because of all the blood and stuff found on the scene. You were here but there was enough of you left there to make them think he killed you.”

“He did kill me.” Vic bit his lip and glanced around the table. “I... I gotta talk about it some because it’s bugging me.”

“Vic...” Jou wanted so bad to go to his son but Seto held his arm tightly, keeping him in his chair.

“I... I gotta talk about it Dad. See, at first it wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t mean or anything and Mom... Mom was really happy. I never saw her that happy. I missed you really bad but... but it wasn’t horrible. At first we had a nice place, but we had to go because Valon didn’t have any money to pay. I heard them arguing about it. He thought Mai would have money. When she said it was all yours they argued more. But we moved and... and moved again. It wasn’t so bad but I wanted to go home.” He shifted a little and stared down at his hands.

“Then it was bad because we didn’t have no place to go. Valon wanted Mom to call Dad but she said no. We spent a couple nights at a shelter place, then Valon bumped into his friend Rafael. He said we could use his place for a few weeks because he was going out of town with a friend.” He glanced up at the men watching him with solemn eyes. “I... I guess I whined a lot, but I was hungry all the time. Mom... Mom got mad at Valon because he went out and bought beer for him and nothing for us to eat. So anyway, she said if Valon needed a break that she’d just have to cook stuff. She told me to be good and quiet. She had to go out and get stuff to cook.” This was hard but he was going to have to tell it. He’d been bad. “When she got back she had a bag of mushrooms. I thought she was going to make mushroom soup. Remember how she always made mushroom soup Dad?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Okay so I waited all day for that soup. But she did something with the mushrooms and then went out. She told me before she left not to touch the mushrooms in the fridge. I... I didn’t but... but I did eat the ones still in the bag. When Valon came in I gave him some too so I wouldn’t get in too much trouble. When she came back she had money for pizza so we had dinner. But I got sick then, really sick like the flu. Valon got sick the next day. I wanted to go home so much Dad. I felt so bad. Mom said she’d go meet you at the airport and bring you. Valon was weird. I stayed in bed and he’d just come in and stare at me all scary, then he started to tell me to call him Dad. I... I said no. That’s when he started hitting me, killing me. Dad...” Tears were running down the boy’s face. “I did... It hurt so bad and I couldn’t make him understand, but in the end I cried and called him Dad. But it was too late I think because I was dying, getting colder and my heart... my heart just... stopped.” He buried his face in his hands and cried, hard sobs shaking his body.

Jou would have gnawed off his arm to reach his son. It wasn’t necessary. Kaiba released him and surged to his feet even as Jou streaked around the table to pull the boy into a tight hold. Rocking him as if he were a tiny baby he whispered urgently “It’s okay Vic, it’s okay. You did what you had do to try to live. The word doesn’t matter. It’s okay. What’s in your heart is more important than any word. I love you more than anything on earth. Hush baby-boy. You’re here, you’re safe and your Daddy is so proud of you.”

Strong arms circled them both as Kaiba wrapped them both in his arms, his chest pressed against Vic’s back, surrounding the boy in warmth and love. “Your Dad is right. You did what you had to. You’re smart and strong. You have no reason to cry.”

But cry he did, as if his heart were broken. And through the storm Seto and Jou rocked, comforted and soothed, surrounding him in unconditional love.

The six at the table watched in shock and sympathy, their hearts aching. Yugi turned to Marik and whispered “Can’t you help? He’s in such pain.”

“No, this is healing for all of them. He’s letting out his grief and pain and they are giving what they need to give. He’ll be fine without me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. The timer is chiming on the oven. Kaiba is going to be busy for a while. Let’s do something constructive.”

Seto looked up at that. Giving Vic one last squeeze, ‘accidentally’ brushing the small of Jou’s back with his fingers, he stepped back. “Take him to our room Jou. I’ll call you guys for dinner.”

Jou was too involved to notice the soft brush and the slip of ‘our room.’ Bakura, unusually discreet waited until they were out of earshot before he pounced “Things going well Kaiba?”

Seto, checking the turkey, stalled. “What are you talking about now Thief?”

“We all saw you cop a feel. Before that you were hugging them both. And the ‘our room’ means you guys are sleeping together.”

“All three of us shared a bed last night. We literally slept. I did not cop a feel, I...” Seto didn’t know how to explain it. The touch had been sensually comforting, not a sexual come on. “I was just letting him know I was here for him.”

“Yeah groping his ass did that.” Bakura chuckled.

“I did not grope his ass. I stroked his back lightly. It wasn’t meant to...” He broke off. He didn’t owe anyone an explanation. “It’s not your business. Shut up.” He pulled the turkey pan from the oven, replacing the cover. Deftly he slid the croissants in and shut the door. “Grab the hand blender and whip the potatoes. There is a recipe on the counter, use it. Atemu put the snap beans on a serving plate and set it on the warmer. Do the same with the sweet potatoes.” He glanced across at Marik. “You look pale. You’ve been using a lot of energy. Come stand over here and watch the rolls. When they are golden pull them out and put them in the serving bowl. Malik the corn should be cooled enough to shuck.” His gaze moved to Ryou and Yugi. “You guys set the table.” Satisfied that they were distracted he was headed upstairs to check on Jou and Vic when the front door opened. Mokuba followed by Anzu and the little girl from the restaurant stepped in.

At one time Mokuba would have hugged him, or greeted him with a wide grin and loving “Seto!” But that time had passed and now the beloved grey eyes locked on him with wary concern. “Seto. Thank you for the invitation.” The younger man said formally.

“You never need one.” He reminded his brother. “Anzu, thank you for coming tonight.” He smiled easily at the small girl. “Hi, you’re Genmi. I’m Kaiba Seto. We met this morning.”

“I remember. Hi. Mom said you guys were in school together, right?.”

“Yes we were. Welcome to my home.” He wasn’t going to mention Vic to the girl just in case he wanted to stay in his room. He gave her a small smile. “Everyone is in the kitchen helping with dinner. Would you care to supervise? They can be lazy.”

He lead them back to the kitchen and waved to the group. “You guys know Mokuba and Anzu of course. But this little girl is Genmi. She is going to supervise while she drinks a glass of milk and eats a cookie.” With a significant look at all of the occupants of the room he ordered “Introduce yourselves.”

Yugi, balancing plates, smiled and started first. “I’m Moutou Yugi. Call me..”

“Moutou-san.” Anzu broke in.

Pain flickered across Yugi’s face, hastily controlled. “That works too.”

Atemu, instantly aware of Yugi’s hurt, set aside the serving dish he was arranging and took the silver and cloth from Ryou. “I am Kinnou Atemu. Nice to meet you. Yugi and I are going to set the table now.” With a quick smile and nod he herded Yugi out the door.

“I’m Bakura Ryou. Bakura-san to you I guess.” He smiled “Nice to meet you.”

Surprisingly, Bakura stepped forward and offered her his hand. “I’m Morimoto-san. You will call me ‘Kura, or nothing at all.”

The little girl goggled up at him for a second, automatically taking his hand. “Y... yes ‘Kura.”

“Good. The guys standing by the oven is Yahima-sensei, he’s a doctor and the one peeling the corn is Ishtar-san.”

“Hi.” She chirped as she munched her cookie. A heavy silence only broken by the sounds of cooking and plating reigned. When Yugi and Atemu came back in for more dishes the little girl broke the silence. “So are you guys really magic ghosts?”

Several crashes and muffled oaths split the air but it was a boyish voice from the door that answered her. “Don’t be stupid.” Vic stalked, much in the way Seto stalked, into the room. “Do ghosts cook? Do they eat? They are as real as you are.”

The girl ignored the harsh words and squealed in delight. “Vic! I knew I’d see you again. Mom, mom, look it’s Vic from the play place.”

“Oh, the famous Vic.” Anzu smiled at the boy. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jounouchi, closely followed by Kaiba stood behind the boy. “Yeah, Vic’s mentioned Genmi a few times too.” He smiled down at his son. “Go show her the game room. She’ll love it.”

“Okay Dad.” Vic grinned. “Lets go.”

“Dinner if half an hour Vic.” Seto reminded.

“Okay Mom.” Impudently the boy grinned, grabbed Genmi’s hand and dashed out before Seto could make good on a threatened swat.

Anzu was staring at Jou with dawning comprehension. Mokuba was staring at Seto in shock. “Did he just call you Mom?”

“Jounouchi... Vic... But your son is dead.”

Their voices overrode each other.

As one the eight came together and faced the two seated at the table. Seto took the lead. “He was teasing. He called me Mom to get on my nerves.”

Marik shifted slightly and decided to expound on that opening. “But if genetic tests were run they would find and even mix of Mitochondrial and nucleus DNA that he would have no clear mother. You see he was dead, beaten to death, with parts of him so damaged that they could not regenerate. I used genetic material from both Jounouchi and Seto to augment what was there.”

Mokuba jumped to his feet, shock and denial on his face. “No fucking way you can bring the dead back to life. What line of bull shit are you feeding my brother. How are you controlling his mind. Damn you!” He lunged, fists swinging wildly.

Marik stared at the onrushing attack. With a sigh he stepped to the side and Bakura met the enraged man with a wicked knife. In less than a heartbeat Mokuba crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him. His voice was a rasping plea “Seto... help me.”

“Bakura!” Seto growled sharply. “You know my rules.”

“He’d never believe any other way, besides I missed anything vital.” He pulled out his knife even as Marik knelt and placed his hand on the wound.

“We’ve got to call an ambulance!” Anzu was dialing on her cell phone.

Ryou took it from her hand. “Watch.” He suggested quietly.

“But...” She turned her gaze back to Mokuba. With a gasp she realized that the bleeding had stopped and that even though the black-haired man was grimacing with pain, he wasn’t gasping for air or cursing. In just a few seconds Yahima stood, swaying slightly. Malik helped Mokuba to his feet and Bakura gave a wave of his hand. Instantly shadows descended on the bloody evidence. When they dissipated the only evidence that anything had occurred was Yahima’s pallor and a small slice in Mokuba’s shirt.

Mokuba glanced down at his chest, at the slice in his shirt and then around the room. “So it is true?” Doubt was barely there.

“Yes.” Atemu stepped forward. “And we are sorry for the dramatic demonstration but we couldn’t let you harm your brother any more. The pain you inflict on him is deep and effects us all.”

“You’re Atemu, the Nameless Pharaoh.” Mokuba was visibly stunned.

“Yes. The one who healed you is Marik, the other half of Ishtar Malik. I’m sure you know who the Thief is.” Atemu explained briefly.

“Yes. He was always good with knives.” Eyes wide with apology he turned to his brother. “Seto...”

The tall brunet smiled crookedly and opened his arms. Mokuba ran to his brother like he was a child again. And Seto wrapped him in the tightest hug he’d given the other man since they’d both left childhood.

“Atemu?” Anzu’s eyes were wide and shining. With a cry she dove into his arms. “I missed you.” She turned to Yugi and pulled him into a three way embrace. “I missed you guys so much.” She didn’t notice the way Yugi flinched from her touch and Atemu stiffened. But she did feel when she was gently, but firmly, pushed away.

“What...” She looked up in question.

“Not that easy Anzu.” Atemu admonished. “We have a lot to discuss.”

She nodded in agreement. Now that she knew who Atemu was she completely forgave Yugi for cheating. “Okay.”

Jou cleared his throat. “We have to talk about Vic. His safety is the most important thing.”

Anzu nodded and took a step back. “Let’s sit down.”

When they were all grouped at the table and Jou started the explanations. “Okay, so I’m goin’ for quick. If ya got questions they’ll hafta wait. Mai an’ me were never married. She married a guy named Valon before we got together. He knocked her up and ditched her so she came to me. I didn’t know about it though until just a while ago. I always thought Vic was my kid.” He blushed a little. “I thought I knocked her up on prom night.”

Anzu frowned and started to speak only to be silenced by an emphatic shake of Seto’s head. Reluctantly she subsided.

“So we did okay together for years, then last year on our second honeymoon we ran into Valon. I didn’t know who he was but she did. Well he stayed in contact with her and after a few months they left me.” He hesitated then shook his head. “Nah, I threw ‘em out.” Hard sigh. “It wasn’t right but it was all I could do. A few days later I hit the wall and was told I wouldn’t walk again. While I was stuck in that room I did readin’ and talked ta lawyers. There were a couple who said they thought I had a shot at gettin’ custody of Vic. So I made up my mind to get better and I made plans for me and Vic to come back here ta live. At the reunion... well when Kisara tried to kill Seto my plans changed.” When Mokuba made to interrupt Jou shook his head at him. “Okay, so I went home thinkin’ things were gonna work out. Mai was waitin’ at th’ airport. Said Vic was sick and needed me. I agreed to help and we went ta where they was livin’. It was a pit, but I didn’t notice. All I saw was Valon at the table covered in blood, cleaning his nails with a knife and I knew that somethin’ bad had happened to Vic. I found him in th’ bedroom. He was all broken, his bones felt like splinters in jello. His face was crushed, his legs, his arms, all broken. His head had been cracked open like... like a melon. Valon had killed him. His body was cold. But I heard him, his soul. It was cryin’ to me. Marik can heal anything broken and if... if the soul hasn’t left the body he can restore life. That’s what he did for Vic.” He gave Marik a solemn look. “I owe Marik whatever he wants. If he asked me ta die for him I would. Since then Vic’s been stayin’ with Seto an’ I been hopping back and forth to the U.S.”

Mokuba was staring at his hands with abstract eyes. “That’s so fucked up.” He looked to his brother. “Why are you helping Jou though? And tell me about Kisara.”

“I caught her fucking the chauffeur, took pictures and a video. Fidelity was written into our nuptial contract. This was the second time I caught her. She knew it was over and raced after me. When I laughed in her face she picked up a knife and rammed it into my heart. Jou found me and called Marik and the others. They saved my life – Jou saved my life.”

Mokuba nodded but his Kaiba curiosity couldn’t resist “How did Jou save you? I mean if Marik could bring you back...?” He let the question trail off.

Seto crossed his arms in a defensive posture. His blue eye flickered once and for the first time in Mokuba’s memory lowered to the table. “I’ve been... low. I’m not sure I would have stayed to be revived.” It was dramatic and a stretch. Not completely true, but possible.

“Seto...” Mokuba’s eyes were wide with realization. His throat worked as he sought words to remove some of the pain he caused.

Seto’s eyes smiled at him. “I’m fine now Mokuba.”

Mokuba returned the smile, for the first time in years at ease with his beloved brother. Bakura broke the moment by snapping “Rah curse it, I do not want to do a group hug so cut it out.”

That made everyone laugh. Then Seto realized his meal was sitting around the room in warming plates. “Dinner. Everyone grab a plate or something. Let’s eat.”

Mokuba glanced at his watch and looked up at Seto. “It’s not seven yet.”

“So. You guys came early. Lets eat, all this emotion is making me hungry.”

“Now you sound like Jounouchi.” Yugi teased.

“Hey I ain’t...” But his stomach growled right on time, making everyone laugh harder.

In record time the table was groaning under the traditional American Thanksgiving feast. Nobody wanted to tempt the monster growling in Jou’s stomach. The bustle and laughter had brought Vic and Genmi to watch the adults work, giggling at the deliberate clowning from Jou and Bakura. Just as everyone sat down to eat the sound of the front door slammed open brought everyone to their feet. “Who the hell?” Instantly Seto, Bakura, Marik, Atemu and Jou were through entry to the dining room. Atemu snapped on the run, “Ryou, get the kids back and keep them safe. All of you go to the kitchen and be prepared to use your Udjat’s to get out of here.”

He didn’t need to tell anyone that although shadows rarely used the front door anything was possible. Yugi stood next to Anzu and Genmi, Ryou next to Mokuba, and Malik beside to Vic. Seeing everyone was safe, Atemu nodded “Fine, lets go ‘greet’ your guest Kaiba.”

Seto didn’t need to be told. He led the surge into the main hall. He didn’t know what to expect and he didn’t really care. He was fed up with the shadows invading his home. He was going to kick the shit out of whatever had ruined his party. When he saw the figure standing in the hall fury erupted like lava. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here.” Kisara smiled sweetly.

“Fucked if you do. We are divorced, you don’t live here. This is my home.”

The woman’s smile changed, from sweet to insolent in a blink. “Our home, Sweetie. That contract is null and void. I can prove you were not in your right mind when you signed it.”

“Not in my... Prove it.”

“Oh I will Sweetie, then I’ll move in and take care of you like I should have from the beginning.” Her gaze moved to the four men flanking him. “Well, well, the gang’s all here – and a new addition. Jounouchi Katsuya. News reports have you at an undisclosed location for Thanksgiving. I guess you came to visit your boyfriend hmmm?” Jealousy twisted her face into a vicious mask. “Too bad he’s my husband. Get the fuck out of my home.”

“You’re delusional.” Seto flipped open his cell phone and punched in the number for security. “I’ll have you removed.”

“Try it. I’ll call the police, the papers, your board and every fucking body else. I’ll start with your obsession with some ancient god, Set.” At the slight flicker of his eyes she laughed coldly “I found your altar long ago. And that pathetic little vine. Two measly buds, but you treat it like it’s more important than anything else. You even chose it over your own brother. But that won’t be what clinches it Seto. What clinches it will be when I tell them the truth about you, that you are a sick, perverted fag.”

Seto tensed, paling. Not at the slur on his sexuality, but from the knowledge he’d thought safe. The part of him that was Seth needed the altar to Set the way a flower needed sunlight. And the ambrosia vine with it’s immature buds was not something he discussed ever. “And how does that make me of unsound mind?”

“Everyone knows fags are sick and diseased. You were married to what any other man on earth would give his left nut for and you didn’t even touch me. That’s crazy and everyone would agree to that.”

Seto laughed aloud, right in her face. “Is that what you think? You are pathetic. Your packaging is good, the best money can buy. But what’s inside is rotten and disgusting. No man wants a lover who spreads it around like butter. No man wants an unfaithful wife and a lot of men have been turned off women for life because of tramps like you.” He glared viciously “Get out.”

“I won’t. I’m here to take care of my husband. He’s obviously very ill.” Her voice was soft and caring, with just a hint of suffering. “Even my brother-in-law agrees that you are under the influence of the men behind you, that you are delusional about your faith and your little plant.”

Mokuba stepped through the men. “My brother is perfectly sane. You on the other hand are crazy with jealousy. When you came to me and said he’d thrown you out you didn’t tell me he’d tossed you out because you whored around. If you’d told me that I would have laughed at your deranged fantasy.”

“You... you... What are you doing here?”

“Having dinner with my family and friends. I was invited, you were not. Leave.” Mokuba’s voice was hard and cold. The bitch had almost caused him to hurt Seto irreparably.

“Make me.” Kisara challenged. “I’ll sue you and everyone here. I’ll broadcast it on every television and newspaper. I’ll...” She broke off at the click of heels on tile.

Anzu stepped through the crowd of men and said clearly “I’ll handle this.” She gave Kisara a cold look, full of venom and disgust. “I am no longer your lawyer, but I’m telling you to let it be. Leave quietly and forget your scheme to bring Kaiba down. You will fail. You signed a contract that stops you from saying more than an acknowledgment of your marriage and divorce to Kaiba. If you break that you will be liable for damages incurred. You don’t have the money to pay a billionth of the restitution Kaiba could demand. So crawl back into some director’s bed like the casting couch honey you are.”

“You... you jealous bitch.” Kisara’s face was crimson with rage. “You’ve always hated me and been jealous. You want him for yourself.”

Anzu smiled a bit and nodded. “I did at one time have hopes. But that was way back in our first year of school. My hopes died the night I met my true lovers.” With a shrug she gave Seto a cool look. “Send for the guards. I’ll see about some kind of legal protection for you tomorrow.”

Atemu coughed slightly and she blushed “Or Kinnou-san will.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Kisara breathed. “The publicity would humiliate you.”

“I would – in fact I did.” Seto gave her a bland look. “The guards will be here in seconds. For the last time Kisara, goodbye.”

“Seto...” The woman gave him a look of wide-eyed appeal. “Please can’t we...”

“There is no we Kisara. There never was. It was me in a delusion and you in your own little world. Good bye.” Impassively he watched as the guards dragged her out of the house, closing the door behind them.

There was a moment of silence, then Jou’s belly growled again, louder and more demanding. Bakura was unwillingly impressed and playfully cringed away from the blond. “Lets eat before Jou eats one of us.”

Softly, so that nobody heard, or if they did they didn’t comment, Seto mumbled “I wouldn’t mind.” There may not have been comments, but several people, including Seto noticed the dark pink that stained Jou’s face.

Yugi, Malik, Ryou, Vic and Genmi were all seated at the table when they got back to the dining room. “Who was it?” Vic asked innocently.

“My ex-wife thought I was sick so she came to check on me. When she saw I was okay and had everyone around me she left.” It was the truth, whitewashed, but true.

“Oh.” Vic smiled and shrugged “Good thing she didn’t want to stay. We don’t have a chair for her.”

Kaiba nodded solemnly. He didn’t mention that there were ten more chairs and three leaves that could be added to the table. “I guess.”

“Ex-wife.” The little girl glanced at her mom then to Kaiba. “Her name is Kisara right?”

“Yes.” He kept it brief. He wasn’t going to let that waste of oxygen ruin another second of his life.

“I met her. She’s pretty but mean.”

“Perfect description.” He nodded. “Let’s eat. Atemu, would you say a prayer?”

“Of course.” The demi-god accepted gravely. He knew that it was Seto’s idea of a jab, a demi-god praying to his father, but Atemu was honored. By allowing him this small lead Seto was acknowledging that they were family.

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