((Seto conceived in August and is due in May – Jou conceived in November and is due in August – Marik conceived in December and is due in September.
There will probably be one more chapter.))

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Yami wanted to be there for him, but unfortunately there was no room in the ambulance. There had been plenty of time for the 'I told you so' phrase, but he hadn't. He knew his lover didn't miss a beat, not even a day. If only it had been Saturday he would have been at home and not at school when their babies had decided it was time… They always came at what seemed like the worst time. He watched regretfully as his fingers slipped from Seto's grip. He managed to get out an 'I'll see you soon' before the doors were slammed shut.

The rain pounded down on him, not letting up for even a second as he climbed into the window. Before he even had the door close the driver was already in progress of following the ambulance. However, luck wasn't on their side, and no one really cared about the car behind the ambulance. They all filed back in line for the commute once the ambulance had sped past, leaving the limo dead locked.

Of all times for all of today's events! Could one thing go right? Yami growled in frustration as he threw out the door of the limo. He'd have better luck on foot. He shook his head to the offering of the umbrella; it would only slow him down. He weaved his way out of traffic, and onto the sidewalk.

Yami wanted to get their as quick as possible. The fastest way was down the back alley of the arcade and through the construction site of the new outlet mall. His clothes didn't matter at this moment in time. Mud sloshed up to his knees as run through puddle after puddle. He could hardly see a thing as the rain beat harder. Lighting lit up the sky, and thunder cracked around him like fire crackers. The storm was getting worse… It was too late to turn back. The dry limo sounded inviting, but his lover needed him. And, if he had chosen the dry limo he'd still be held up in traffic. The hospital was in site, and all of this was worth it. Being soaked to the bone, and chilled thoroughly as if he had been in the freezer for months.

Yami tried his best to skid to a stop as lightening stuck the tree before him and burst into flames. On his back he fell, what caused it he didn't know. It was a muddy mess barely visible to the human eye as the rain continued to pound. He heard the heart wrenching crack of the tree, the groan of steel…

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"Call it…" The doctor said regretfully as he began to prepare the papers.

"May 8th at 10:32 am." The nurse said shakily, as she dug through the muddy, blood soaked teens pockets to find some identification. Everything fell from her hands when she read off the name of the boy from the license. It was already hard enough to swallow the horrible death of the boy, but having to tell Kaiba that the father of his children was dead… Everyone had come to know the couple very well.

Every inch of Seto was exhausted, and drugged. But, there was his greatest accomplishment sitting on his stomach, two beautiful babies. He glanced at the clock… Still no Yami. He didn't know whether to cry or to be angry; his emotions were still all over the place, and the drugs didn't help.

The door swung open as a group of nurses piled into the room where Kaiba was resting. Two of them took the babies so they could be fed. Another pair gave him a cheek up. And, once they were gone two were left sitting in a chair. It was apparent they were trying to be brave, but were just a bundle of nerves.

Seto was use to being examined again and again, so this wasn't any different. He listened to every word they said, and did everything they asked. His heart sank though when the room cleared and there still was no Yami, but instead two more nurses. What could possibly be wrong with him that they looked as if death had crawled into the room itself. He braced himself for what he considered could be the worst.

Both nurses stood up. Fixing the sheets, and fluffing the pillows; they acted as if it was their job to be there just to make him as comfortable as possible.

"Just tell me!" Kaiba growled. He was the head of a major corporation… There wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He studied both of the nurses who had found everything more interesting than him. Both who still fiddled with everything but the words.

"Today at 10:32 am…" The red headed nurse wrung her hands. This wasn't as easy because it was someone they knew. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "Yami Mutuo passed away."

…That news was the news Seto couldn't handle. But instead of going ballistic, he went even calmer.

"He put up a good fight." The brown headed nurse said. "But, when they brought him in he'd already lost a lot of blood, and suffered what should have been a fatal blow to his head…" She knew that this wasn't the time for discussing the details, but she knew Kaiba and that he would want to know what they knew. "We'll have the full report later."

Kaiba couldn't even move his head to nod or work his dry mouth. He didn't even have the ability to cry… He didn't think he had the ability to function at this moment.

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The report of the specifics of Yami's injuries lay on his desk. It was still incredibly hard to swallow, and he still hadn't cried over the loose of his lover. He felt that he had to be the strong one for his children, and for the others that were 'close' to Yami… Especially Yuugi.

Seto messed with a couple of buttons on his black suite as he leaned against the podium. He was weak from the birth, but even weaker from what was building up inside. Everyone that Yami had affected was sitting before him.

"No one person ever owned him, not even his heart. But we all captivated it… And, because of that we are all his in some way or another." Seto began before swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat. "Despite the quarrels, and the grudges he found ways to tangle a sophisticated web so that we could all get along…" He had to force himself not to cry. "I just hope that time doesn't wither what he had built…" He felt himself bolting down the aisle. He didn't want anyone to see him cry after all he had to be strong.

Yuugi stood up feeling as if there was a need to fill the space that Seto had occupied. There was enough shock with the death of his brother, there didn't need to be more, especially if Seto was finally willing to grieve. Every feature of his face was puffy, and tear stained. He stood there silently at a loose for words that had just been there moments ago.

Everyone looked at one another. It was as if a silent agreement washed over them. It was as if they realized how short life was, and how true Seto's words were. And, one by one they made their way to the podium where Yuugi stood. No one spoke, they all stood there wordless. But it was powerful.