Procrastination and perfectionism strike again. But at least I got it up.

That Monday, after all of the other classes had ended, the students were receiving their babies. Duke and his partner were up front, the mother digging around in a hat to determine the baby's "gender." After pulling out a slip of pink paper, she took his hand and led him to the box of dolls labeled GIRLS and started looking through it while Duke filled out the 'birth certificate' with the teacher.

"Congratulations, Daddy," Kisara cheered when he returned to the spot beside hers, poking him in the shoulder. "What's her name?" He shoved the paper at her in a way of answering. "Roxanne?" She gave Duke a half-formed smile, one he recognized too well. He tried to stop her before she started singing that stupid song, but he was too late. Kisara had taken a deep breath and started on the song:

"Roxanne, you don't have to put on that red light...walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it is right..."

"Stop that!" the boy snapped, covering her mouth to shut her up. He immediately retracted his hand after she licked it, but his mission was complete. Kisara had forgotten what part of the song she was at, and that was a very good thing in his mind.

Someone else joined in the conversation, the blonde one that Kisara had met at the baby shower. Victoria. She was staring down at Duke in utter disbelief, completely ignoring Kisara in the process. "What did you do now, pretty-boy?"

"He named his doll after a prostitute," Kisara said happily.

Duke flinched. "Completely unintentionally, I swear."

"I would have picked Angela myself," Victoria admitted. "Not only is it pretty, and won't set off Kisara's singing, but a name like Angela Devlin also makes an interesting mental picture."

Duke gave her one of his famous flirty smiles, and Kisara noticed Victoria blushed a little. "I thought of that, too," he admitted. "But when it came down to it, we decided Angela wasn't the best choice for a doll."

"Meaning she wrote a list and you stabbed it with a pencil?"

"You know me already."

"Ishtar!" the teacher called, picking another name at random from the student list. Marik and Victoria moved to the front, where they received their own little blue-clad bundle of circuits. Bakura and Jennifer were next, where they also got a boy, and then Tea and Yugi got called up and picked another pink paper, giving them a girl. And then the next name sent a chill down Kisara's spine.

"Kaiba!"

She shuffled forward, stopping only to grab Seto by the sleeve and pull him along, and dug around in the Hat of Gender Determination. If she pulled a pink paper, it was Fiona. If it was blue, they'd get Noah. It wasn't that hard.

But as her hand closed around a paper, and she pulled it from the hat, she was beyond confused. The slip of paper was white.

"Well, Miss Byrne," the teacher said when Kisara asked about it, "the white paper means that you and Mr. Kaiba were the lucky pair to get twins. You get to choose if they're both boys, both girls, or one of each."

"You mean I have to look after two robots?" Kisara squeaked, forgetting for a moment to pretend that they were her real children. "I can barely take care of myself! How am I supposed to take care of these things?"

"You should have thought of that before you got pregnant," Seto mocked, handing her a doll dressed in pink. She looked back at him, uncomprehending, and he looked down at it. "Fiona," he clarified, wondering if he was being too complicated for her to understand.

"No, I know it's Fiona. I'm just shocked that you actually made a joke." Reaching into the box marked BOYS, she picked a doll at random. "His name is Noah," she told the teacher by way of explanation, and took the twins to her spot, trying to think of something to tell her parents. Yeah, remember last week when I told you that you were going to be grandparents? Well, we're gonna need another box...

The other students and their 'children' were all staring. Kaiba was the one who got the twins? How would he handle them during the father's turn?

Kisara was kind of wondering that herself, but cleared her mind to focus on the little robots in her arms. Twins wouldn't be too bad, she decided. After all, it wasn't as if they were real babies...

And Noah promptly threw up a strange substance that looked like hair conditioner onto her shirt, and she made a face. Looks like they really were lifelike.

Seto really didn't see what was so funny about this.

Mokuba had collapsed in laughter as soon as his brother gave him the news, and even Roland, having been in the office when his boss had made the announcement, was fighting the urge to join in. Had it been anyone but Mokuba and Roland, Seto would have thrown them out immediately.

But, since one was his brother and the other his only friend, he had to settle for death glares over his mid-afternoon cup of coffee.

"These reports just came in, sir," Roland coughed, looking anywhere but at Seto. He set a small pile of paperwork on his boss's desk and fled before he lost it.

Mokuba, however, was not to let his big brother work in peace. "So, it's seriously twins, Seto?" he asked, snatching the papers and holding them close, not about to let Seto work at all until he'd been thoroughly mocked. "When do I get to meet my little niece and nephew?"

"Next week. Now give me the damn papers."

Mokuba stepped away, shaking his head and sending his dark hair flying in all directions. "You shouldn't swear, Seto. What if your child's first word was the F word or something like that?"

"I can think of plenty of words that start with F," Seto stated, making another grab for the papers. "Flight, fancy, flower..." He snatched the prize from his little brother's grasp, leaving a confused Mokuba wondering how he'd managed to get it from him. "Not all F words are bad."

"Yeah, but knowing you, you'd teach the really bad one to a two-year-old."

Seto fought back a chuckle of his own. "Probably. Now go and play, or whatever it is you do. I'm busy."

Noah was crying again.

Two in the morning and the robots were not letting Kisara sleep. Why didn't they go into sleep mode and stay in sleep mode? They looked about the right age to start sleeping through the night, right?

"You didn't sleep through the night until you were eight," her mother had told her when they both started throwing a fit right after she'd gotten into bed. "You just learned not to bother us when we were sleeping."

"Can't you take care of them, Mom?" Kisara had whined, much to her mother's amusement.

"Not a chance. You got yourself into this, you have to suffer the consequences." And she'd closed the door on her daughter and the dolls.

Kisara sighed, forcing herself out of her flashback and out of bed. "You're a little terror, Noah," she said, staring into the blank eyes of her 'son.' "Not even a day old and already taking after your father. Why can't you be more like your sister?"

She immediately covered her mouth with her free hand as she realized she was tempting fate, but Fiona remained silent. Kisara wondered briefly how the school managed to get technology this advanced, before she realized that she didn't care.

What she did care about, however, was finding out what Noah ate and giving him some before he woke the entire neighborhood.

It's times like these I wish I actually paid attention in class.