Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Baby of Mine ❯ First words ( Chapter 42 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

First words
Ryou's POV
I opened my eyes when I heard a cry come from the cradleI can't believe I forgot to wake up and feed Aria in the middle of the night. It doesn't surprise me though. I was just so tired waking up impossible no matter how hard I tried to push myself out of bed. Putting on my robe quickly I was startled when I looked at the cradle. Aria was sitting up with her leg sticking out of the cradle.
"Aria? Baby?"
Running up to the cradle, my fear was that my baby girl was going to fall out of the cradle. Aria had outgrown her cradle. "Bakura! Yami, wake up!"
Bakura yawned and rubbed his eyes. I picked up Aria who looked around one to two years old. Aria held onto her pink bunny plushie and laughed as she hit me with it playfully. Bakura's eyes widened in shock.
"How can she outgrow her cradle, Ryou? She's only one week old!"
Aria laughed. "A DA DA DA!!!"
Bakura looked at his daughter. "She's beginning to talk?"
Marik burst through the door panting heavily. "Ryou! Something is wrong with Aten! Come quickly!"
Fear gripped my chest. The doctors told me that Aten had a weak heart. My first fear was that Aten wasn't breathing. Maybe Marik had wakened and found Aten unconscious….or worse. I prayed for my son's safety. I didn't go through the pregnancy only to lose him now! I ran into Marik's room preparing myself for the worse case senario and saw Aten sitting on Malik's lap, his feet swinging and dangling from Malik's lap. Like his sister, he looked around two years old.
"AH! MA MA MA!!!" Aten smiled gripping his toy Millenium Rod.
Malik smiled and hugged the boy. "He's beginning to talk!"
I almost broke down into tears that my son was not hurt. "Marik, you scared me to death! I thought something was wrong with Aten!"
"Well, something is wrong! He's not supposed to be this old yet!"
Marik kneeled before Malik to look at his son closely. Aten took the toy Rod and lightly tapped Marik on the head laughing hysterically and squealing. I couldn't help but try to chuckle at my son hitting his father with the toy Millenium Rod! My baby was hitting his own father with the Rod and enjoying every second of it. Then I remembered Bakura telling me that Aria, my daughter, and my son, Aten, are destined to destroy Malik and I. Marik took the abuse quietly closing his eyes as his baby playfully tapped him. There was nothing of malice in Aten's play.
"AH DA MA MA DA!!" Aten laughed jumping on Malik's lap.
When Aten was done, he dropped the Millenium Rod and reached out for his daddy. Marik was so gentle with him still. Marik really had a soft spot for his baby. Fatherhood came almost naturally to him in the same way as Malik seemed to mother Aten like myself.
I walked to Aten and rubbed his white and blonde hair which seemed to grow quickly every day. Then it hit me: My babies were growing up….too quickly. They were babies still and depended on me to love them and protect them. Aten still depended on me for his daily feedings, but….how much longer would he need me? How much longer would he be dependent on me? Aten nuzzled into my hand and smiled contently. His sister almost seemed to let out a little growl and she leaned down and bit me on the shoulder hard. More of her teeth must have came in because I could feel her gnaw at my skin.
Bakura heard me whimper and saw red trickle down my shoulder.
Bakura pulled Aria off of me. I looked at my shoulder where two red dots testified to Aria's bite.
Bakura held her up in the air. "Does my baby girl have daddy's bloodlust?"
I looked at him in surprise. "She bit me, yami!"
"I mean, don't bite mommy, Aria."
I took Aten in my arms and carried him downstairs trying to convince myself that the reason why Aria bit me is because she was hungry…not because she wanted to cause me physical harm.
Aten cuddled up against my chest as I carried him close. Aten was my teddy bear. He never bit me while I fed him. Aten loved to he held and to be hugged. Aria was not too big on giving or receiving affection. She loved her father. I don't know why, maybe because they were so similar. They looked alike and their personalities were almost the same. Bakura carried Aria downstairs and put her in her high chair. He heat up two bottles of baby food and handed one to Marik. Malik helped me with lunch.
Bakura grabbed a picture of me and my friends at the park one day. Joey had his head on Seto's lap. Bakura had his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Marik had Malik pinned against the tree in a passionate kiss. Even then, marik couldn't keep his hands to himself for five minutes. Yugi was being carried on Yami's back, and Anzu was there holding her pet crab. I never knew what Anzu sees in a pet crab.
Anyway, Bakura placed the picture in front of the infants and stirred the bottles of food.
Bakura pointed to Seto. "This is Uncle Seto…can you say `Uncle Seto'?"
Aria: Un-o!
Aten: Un-to!

Bakura pointed to Yugi. "This is Uncle Yugi…can you say Yugi?"
Aria: gi!
Aten: Yi!

Bakura was trying to teach the babies to speak! Marik tried to feed Aten some applesauce and pointed to Joey. "This is puppy….can you say….puppy?"
Aria: pi!
Aten: Da!
"No, Aten. P-up-py."

Aten: Py!

Bakura snickered and pointed to Yami. "This is Aunt Yami….can you say Auntie Yami?"
Aria: Ant-Ami!
Aten: `ami!

Marik laughed. "Aunt Yami…he's going to kill us, Bakura."
"He already killed us once before, Marik. He can't kill us twice! Aunt Yami….come on Aria."

Aria: `Ami!

To Marik's surprise, Aten finished his applesauce quickly and he even burped the baby. Aten was placed in his playpen with his toy Millenium Rod. Aria finished her apples and cinnamon oatmeal and Bakura also burped her and put her in the playpen. Marik quickly ate breakfast and Bakura rushed upstairs with him. When they came downstairs, I saw Bakura putting his jacket on.
"Where are you going, Bakura?"
"I told Marik I'd take him to his job. Besides, we are out of fish food for Yami upstairs. I'm gonna stop there and pick some up. Anything else?"
"Can you also pick up baby powder? We're running out."
Bakura wrote it down on a piece of paper and left with Marik.
Malik and I cleaned up after breakfast like usual. We were laughing at Bakura and Marik attempting to teach the infants how to talk.
"Aunt Yami? Yami's going to be completely ticked when he hears what Bakura is teaching them."
"Yami should be used to this abuse by now," Malik said putting the dry dishes away.
I laughed. Of course Yami should be used to it, but Yami was so easily irritated by Bakura and Marik together.
We felt a cold wind climb up our spines as we washed and dried the dishes. We turned around and saw how dark it was becoming in the kitchen. A purple haze flooded the kitchen and Malik grabbed onto me.
"It's him, Malik. He's here. In the house."
Both of us stopped breathing and our hearts seized as we thought about our children in the next room. We fled into the living room and saw the haze thin. I grabbed onto Aria tightly for fear of what Anubis might do. Malik grabbed onto Aten and kissed him to calm the whimpering baby down.
"We have to get out of this house, Ryou," Malik said running for the door. Malik opened it and a white flash knocked him back a few feet. Luckily, I caught his arm before he could fall. Aten was gone from Malik's arms. Terror locked my throat up tightly.
Malik began to shake. "Aten! Aten! Where are you?"
From inside the light, we heard. "A NA BI!" Aten let out a cry.
"A-na-bi?"
"Anubis? Aten!" I cried into the light.
Anubis entered through the front door holding Aten by his collar. I covered my mouth to hold in my scream. My little boy was being held by the collar! Anubis had him! Aten! My son!
Anubis only chuckled at the panic Malik and I were going through. "I have seen that my army has grown up strong, Ryou. You have served your purpose."
I blinked in disbelief. Was he going to take my son away from me? "What are you going to do with Aten?"
"Cinetti's light serves no purpose. Cinetti's light will only interfere in our plans later. He has grown to love you, Ryou. Love serves no purpose in my plan. He must be eliminated."
Malik went into panic mode. "Don't kill Aten, Anubis! Please! I love him!"
Anubis stretched out his hand and Aria flew out of my grasp into his own. "This child is also forgetting her place. Though her destiny is hostile, she, too , is learning love."
"She bit me this morning!" I exclaimed. "How can that be considered love?" Then it occurred to me. Aria must have been hungry. She didn't bite me out of malice. She was hungry. "Anubis! Please don't hurt my babies! Please! I love them!"
"They are learning love. That will not do, Ryou."
Aten turned around and hit Anubis with the toy Millenium Rod hard laughing. "BA BA A-NA-BI! BA!" (translation: bad! Bad Anubis! Bad!)
Aria laughed and took her bunny plushie hitting Anubis with it. It was amazing! My little girl and my little boy were enjoying hitting Anubis!
"You little brats!"
Anubis lifted Aten into the air and Malik dived for him. Malik clawed and scratched to get to Aten. I ran for Aria and barely ripped her away from him. Aria began to cry as she was ripped away from Anubis. That amazed me. Anubis gripped onto Malik's neck, but Malik punched Anubis roughly making him drop my son. Malik caught Aten and backed away from Anubis shaking and covering the whimpering baby in kisses. I grabbed Aria and I backed away with her.
From our fight, Anubis had a bleeding mouth from Malik's forceful hit. Malik's neck had bruises, but it wasn't very noticeable.
"You will still be destroyed by them. Both of you are dead. You may be holding them now, cradling them to your chests, soothing them with kisses. But, they will destroy you. What you protect will be your destruction. You will die."
Anubis disappeared. "You will die."
Malik staggered to the couch and he held Aten to him whispering soothing words to calm the baby down.
"Ma-Ik. MA MA."
I looked with surprise. Did Aten just call Malik……"mama?"
"Aten? Ryou is your mother."
"MA….MA."
Malik laughed and began to cry on Aten.
"MA MA. MAMA."
Malik cuddled Aten close to him even more. Aten had said his first word: Mama. I couldn't help but rub his hair. My little boy spoke.