Nativity

By: OkageHime

Disclaimer: I'M INSANE! I DO NOT OWN GALERIANS! BLA!

Summary: Rion has been extremely moody lately, has experienced nausea and cramps, and has a hard time when attempting to stop gorging himself. And so, Dr. Paschalle gives her diagnosis. Yaoi hints.

Note: Someone hit me. I make fics and don't finish them. XD

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"Mr. Steiner!" Lilia Paschalle cried with some surprise as she strode into the health check room, "What in the world are you doing here?"

Rion glared at the young woman, with her spotless lab coat and her perfect brown hair. "What does it look like?" he snapped grumpily. He scratched his back irately and grumbled in annoyance. Lilia, despite her childhood friend's crabby attitude, smiled gently.

"Why, it would seem you are in the Sick Room, Mr. Steiner. And it would also seem that you want me to give you a check up. Now, is that right?"

The blonde, lean man, now aged 25 years, mumbled a bitter "Yes…" and swung his legs back on forth on the medical counter. Lilia bustled around the room, gathering her clipboard and things. She finally turned to Rion, pen ready.

"Symptons?" she questioned.

Rion sighed. "I've…been throwing up in the toilet lately," he mumbled.

Paschalle furiously scribbled this down. "Go on!" chirped she.

Scowling, the man listed the other indicators of possible bad health. "Mood swings, horrible cravings for meat, sudden urges to bash anyone's head in, and my legs hurt a lot sometimes."

"Mmmhm," she said, bobbing her head, "Now, if I can just have a urine sample…"

The next thing Lilia heard was a sigh and the unzipping of pants. She flushed a mortified magenta and squealed in fright. "NO, NO! Mr. Steiner, the bathroom! The bathroom!"

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Rion exhaled noisily and dug into his bucket of chicken. He shouldn't be eating this way. It could turn him into a fat bastard in two minutes flat.

Leaning back into his chair, he glanced longingly at the picture on the refrigerator. It had recently been covered with Post-It notes and reminders but he knew the face that was hidden beneath. Hazel, unforgiving eyes stinging with loathing, lips like a steel clamp and hair the color of silver. It had been two months since Ash had departed from him to enter in the army as a military strategist. Although Rion had abhorred his mockery and his retorts (which he had in turn answered with cold remarks), he missed them.

It had also been two weeks since his appointment with Lilia. He casually bit into the drumstick, chewing thoughtfully. His cell phone was going to ring…

And indeed it did, humming happily the tune of "Indra". Rion retrieved it from his pocket and flicked it open. "Lilia?" he greeted, mouth filled with chickeny goodness.

"Congratulations, Rion Steiner!" Lilia's cheery voice piped, "You're pregnant!"

Rion blinked and nodded. "I see. Excuse me for a second."

"Sure!"

With that, Rion leaned into the bucket and regurgitated aaaaaaaall of his food. :D

The End