Authoresses' Notes: Hello...this is Pachelbel with the first set of A/N's. I begged Borath to co-write a story with me, and...well, this is the sequel to Borath's 'Game Queen and Then Some'. So, it would probably help if you read that first. If you have already, then...yay! Oh, and, please review. It would help my ego.

Borath: Begged me arse.  I *jumped* at the chance for another M-preg.  I'm sick I know.  So, sod off if you don't like it because cruelty and m-preg is possibly to only reason for this fic.  Um, what else?  Only done this co-authored thingy once.  Love Pachelbel's stuff, she likes mine, hopefully you like ours to bloody well review.  Read on.

****SPAWN****

Yami Yugi was completely unaware of the danger he was in.  He sat with Seto Kaiba, safe at home, totally oblivious to the fact that Bakura had just told Malik all about the past year. 

The year in which Yami had ended up pregnant with a Shadow-Magic wielding child.  Twice.  This information wouldn't exactly be considered important to most people, but to two homicidal yamis like Bakura and Malik, these merry little facts could be twisted quite easily into something truly diabolical. 

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It was a warm, breezy April afternoon.  Malik had dragged Bakura out to the park, sat down on a bench, and...  Waited.  Now, it wasn't exactly usual for Malik to want to visit the duck pond, being insane and evil, but Bakura had long grown used to the blond's eccentricities and didn't think anything of it.  So Bakura sat with him in silence, quickly growing bored.  So Malik had begun talking about the destruction of the world and how he intended to begin it with ducks. 

"...So once they come back, they'll die," he finished proudly after explaining his Master Plan.   

Bakura stared at the pond they were facing, brows raised as he tried to figure out this new and strange idea of Malik's.  He gave up quickly and settled for just looking at the other in confusion, knowing that to spend to long pondering how ducks linked with the world's destruction would likely make him as insane as Malik was.

Seeing that his companion hadn't quite grasped the brilliance of his schemes, well he didn't seem to get it at all in fact, Malik heaved a weary sigh and explained: "I've rigged explosives to the bottom of the pond, and once the ducks come home to roost I'll blow them up."  Then he started to get excited as the mental pictures began forming, beginning to bounce on the bench slightly as he rambled.  "And then we can throw their fluffy heads at people and knock them out and shove plumage down kiddies throat's and kill them!"

The former tomb robber nodded slowly, turning all this over his mind very carefully.  Still nothing.  As usual, all of this was completely out of his comprehension.  Although the killing of the kiddies perked his interest.  "And... Why exactly?"

"Oh, do you mind if I sit here?" An unfamiliar voice broke into their conversation before Malik could answer, which, naturally, pissed him off.

A woman with a very pronounced stomach settled down next to him without waiting for an answer, groaning as she did so.  "Oh, it's such a nice day, isn't it? My feet are killing me!"

The Egyptian stared at her with his mouth agape for a moment, trying to figure out if this was some kind of a sick joke.  "By Ra, you disgusting bitch, do you think I want you to sit there when you've got a goiter? How do I know you're not contagious? Get away from me!" Malik cried, pointing frantically at her well-rounded abdomen.

"She's just pregnant." Bakura growled, irked by the commotion his 'friend' was causing.  He for one was almost glad to see a pregnant woman for once.  He'd seen enough of pregnant men to last him a lifetime or two.

Malik's eyes darkened as his panic wore off.  "Oh.  I see." 

Bakura could see he was scheming something - the smirk starting to spread across his lips certainly wasn't one of the comforting kind- and, probably due to the boredom he'd just endured over the duck idea, he was more than a little interested in what this new idea was.  Malik, seemingly having forgotten about the explosives nestled snuggly at the bottom of the pond, stood and began to make his way back to his bike. 

Bakura followed after a moment, figuring that they could just come back later and set it all off when all the lovebirds were out on the pond in boats.  Climbing onto the back of Malik's motorcycle with this happy image in mind, and they tore away from the park.

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"I'm going to kill them all," Malik announced wildly at the end of miscellaneous ramblings related to the same.  Bakura rolled his eyes a little, tightening his hands on the grab-rail behind him as Malik got throttle-happy once again in his mounting excitement.

Malik ranted like this quite often, so Bakura ignored it at first figuring that he'd loose interest in it after a few minutes and move onto something else.  Squirrels perhaps. They'd tried setting fire to them before…  That hadn't worked out too well.

"All the pregnant women shall die!" Malik shouted suddenly, snapping Bakura out of his reverie.   There was a lot of certainty in those words, and that was unusual.  Not a single duck died at the hands of Malik; that was his yami's job, and- there was a flurry of feathers as they swerved into a duck crossing the street.

Okay, so there was one dead bird by the hands of Malik, and yet he'd already decided on some other genocidal task?  The lad was eager to be sure…

They pulled to a stop outside Malik's home.  "But first, we're going to get Yami pregnant!" Malik announced as he got off and started towards the house.  "I want him to suffer the misery of mood swings *before* he feels the fetal-fungus being torn from him."

Bakura climbed off, resigning himself to these evil plans, as Malik seemed to be on a roll.  Quite an interesting one at that.  But that didn't mean that he wanted to get as involved as Malik seemed to think he was going to be.  "I'm not going to sleep with him," he stated flatly leaving no room for debate.

Malik froze mid-step and turned on the spot, a pair of unfocused purple eyes fixing onto brown.  "Of course not.  You're as sterile as a newborn cat.  Why else would I put up with you?"

"You put up with me?" Bakura practically squeaked in a very unmanly fashion.

And so, very soon, they were both attempting to strangle the life out of the other.

"Will...you...listen to...my plan first?" Malik choked out, Bakura having gotten an admirably good grip around his throat and now squeezing with gusto.

"O...kay...."

They released each other and rubbed their necks ruefully, glowering at each other as they did so.  Malik's voice was a little hoarse when he said, "We use a spell to get the pharaoh pregnant, and then we use another spell to kill off all the creatures that are incubating their snotty-faced little spawn.  If we do this every few months, soon the whole world will die off!"

Bakura considered this.  Stopping the growth of the population had its pros and cons, most notably that within a hundred years there would be no more mortals to terrorize.  However he also knew that Malik would rapidly grow bored with casting spells, especially if it followed a schedule, so he wasn't overly worried about the world's population actually being destroyed in this way.  He'd also never heard of an "abortion" spell, but the idea of watching the Pharaoh suffer-again-was too good to pass up.

"All right.  I'm in."

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