Another Teen Pregnancy
By GreyPenInk
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Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters! I have no money so please don't sue me!
Warning: LxRaito. MPREG. Rated T for mild adult content, darkish themes, nudity and language.
Note From The Author: The sole purpose of this story is to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito. I am sick of only seeing L pregnant; hence the story being the opposite. Sorry if it is dry as hell and sucks. (I haven't read any mpreg in a very long while so if I step on any toes, including toes of other mpreg DN authors, Sorry again.)
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Neither knew what started it or what even led up to it. They just seemed to follow through on instinct. Though what instinct led them to have a quickie in the broom closet was a mystery to both of them.
Maybe Raito let Ryuuzaki take him because he had a feeling it would be the last physical contact he would have for a long while. Maybe he let the detective because he was a teenager and curious.
Maybe L took Raito-Kun because he found him appealing, in more than a first friend way. Maybe he did the youth to see what would come out of the lying lips in the height of orgasm.
For one reason or none at all, it happened the night before the adolescent went into the surveillance cell.
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L very much wanted to turn away from the screen as it showed the male retching for the sixth morning. Raito-Kun definitely had something but it was a puzzle to figure out what. The teen had been relatively fine the first 34 days of confinement. Aside from his strange change in behavior on the 7th day.
On the 34th day the bound boy had woken up and puked on the floor. However the brunet was fine after that, if a bit embarrassed. All was well… or at least regular until the morning of the 39th day when the teenager vomited again. Since that day Watari had stayed nearby.
The 42nd and 44th had regurgitation as well. Then yesterday, the 47th day, and today had morning expel fests too. Yes the adolescent most certainly had something wrong with him.
L took in the sight of his prime suspect as he lay on the floor panting to get his breath back. There was no clammy or moist look to him. Neither pale nor flushed. No shivering or twitching. His breath quickly came back under control with no traces of ever being haggard. There was no runny nose, watery eyes or lethargy. He didn't appear to be fatigued beyond reason or all that tense really. There were no significant changes to his sleep pattern. He was quite a bit thinner but still not dangerously so. Despite the morning occurrences, that so far only happened once a morning, Raito-Kun was eating well and even taking vitamins.
It couldn't be the food. He and Watari had been carefully monitoring it for food poisoning and the vomiting didn't seem to correlate to the food. L wondered if it was some kind of intestinal parasite. Yuck!
Maybe the boy was faking being sick; inducing these sessions mentally. As great a mind as Raito-Kun had L couldn't picture the teen to willingly subjecting himself to this.
May haps it was just stress. Raito-Kun still thought the killings had stopped.
At any rate the adolescent would have to be released soon if this kept up. If not for a check up by a doctor then for the simple reason the team was chewing him out for this. Though he never cared for people's opinions or complaints, the team, especially Yagami-San, were beginning to wear on him.
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Yagami Raito had never felt his nerves so on edge. His father had just scared him witless with a gun and now this prick wanted to put cuffs on him and monitor him another 24/7! As soon as he felt the metal snap around his wrist he snapped. Raito, star student of his school, prized pupil of all his teachers, straight A+ genius, hadn't thrown a punch in the longest time but damn did it ever feel right! At least it did until they both went flying.
He didn't get a very long fall because the moment Ryuuzaki hit the floor he sent a chambered kick back at his face. Instead he crashed back into the wall, head first. The youth was about to get up but the bastard's face was right in front of his, thumb to the lip.
"Yagami-Kun's nose is bleeding." The other stated in his monotone way.
Raito's hand flew to his face and clamped over his mouth. His stomach churned and threatened to send his breakfast back up. He shoved the other away and dove for the closest trash can. The teen barely reached it before he blew chunks. When he finished he could feel all eyes on him. Oh god, this was embarrassing. He glared at the dark haired bastard over his shoulder; this was his fault. "Your breath stinks Ryuuzaki!"
L brought his long fingers to his mouth to do a breath check. Misa-San moved away from him. It was fine! It smelled like coffee. "I do not believe that is the source of your problems. Yagami-Kun should agree to visit a medical physician." Pause. "I also believe Yagami-Kun's breath is currently far worse than mine."
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A trip to the bathroom sink and one refusal to see a doctor later, Watari was called to draw blood. It was only by Yagami-San's and Misa-San's pleading that Raito-Kun consented. L ordered a culture on the blood and some Augmentin. By then it was pretty late and the team plus Misa left.
The adolescent hadn't said a word since they left and was giving him the cold shoulder. They got ready for bed, got into bed and stayed in bed, all in silence. That was fine with L but what wasn't fine was when the teen drew near and pulled is laptop away from him. "That is my computer and my work Yagami-Kun."
"I won't sleep with it on." He said as he turned it off.
L leaned back against the headboard and prepared for a very boring night. At least he had his sweets. L would have been okay leaving things at that but the boy wrapped his arms around him and stubbornly pulled him down. Only strict discipline kept dark eyes from opening comically wide, as he was now parallel to the other. Yet that control flew out the window when Raito-Kun placed his head on his shoulder. "Yagami-Kun?"
Raito scowled into the white shirt below him. He wanted to glare at Ryuuzaki but couldn't bring himself to face the detective. "Don't read too much into this. I've been in isolation for 50 days. I need contact."
L stared down at the top of the brown head. This was most unusual for Raito-Kun. He was about to tell his suspect so when he noticed the teen was already asleep. It would be a long night; at least the brat was warm.
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It was the fifteenth day the suspected mass murderer was out of the cell and all L wanted to do was shove him back in! It wasn't due to the vomiting, thankfully that had stopped after the first two days out. The spew factor had most likely been stress/imprisonment related, because the lab results on the blood work tested negative for any virus, bacteria or parasite. However, it was Raito-Kun's nausea and attitude change that were the cause of his irritation.
L never knew how much of a coffee addict he was until he was forced to go without it. For some god awful reason the smell of coffee would make the teen queasy. Once the scent got too strong for the overly sensitive nose his up chuck reflex would hit. There wasn't a single drop or bean of the stuff in the whole building. The entire team had had to switch to caffeinated tea and to tell the truth it just wasn't enough.
Actually the brat's sense of smell caused several problems. For one thing, the detective couldn't eat certain strong scented sweets. While his regular sweets were fine he was terribly unused to being denied any sweets. For another thing, was Raito-Kun's insistence he shower more. It wasn't like he was dirty and had poor hygiene but now he had to do so every day or be told very loudly, very bluntly that he stank. He complied however as it was better than being puked on… Again… He still shuddered at the memory. For yet another thing, none of the team were allowed to wear any scented aftershave especially ones as bad was Matsuda made the mistake of donning. Why the fool did in the first place L didn't know or care.
As annoying as all that was, L could live with it; what is unbearable was the teen's moods. There was happy, sad, bitchy and needy. While it was normal for people to feel all these emotions, the levels the brat was dishing out were inhuman.
He was freaking, freakishly peppy! He was almost always in this deliriously happy state. L was not used to peppy and he swore he would never be used to it. The brat was just so happy it was unnerving. What did he have to be cheery about? Raito-Kun was still a suspect, still monitored, Kira was still killing and they were no closer to finding Kira! When L would ask the teen why he wasn't discouraged he would just say 'We are one day closer to catching Kira.' L knew in his gut that Raito/Kira was mocking him. When L would ask why the adolescent was so peppy his reply would always be 'I don't know. Is there something wrong with it?'
And that's where the sad or bitchy came in. If he told the truth and answered negatively the auburn haired boy would do one of two things. Either he would get sad, to the point of looking like a completely devastated kicked-puppy and go nearly catatonic until L took it back. Actually it bothered the raven-haired man how much he couldn't stand seeing the brat like that. Or, he would go all extreme PMS bitchy on him and let loose his razor tongue on him. Rarely it actually came to a fight, if it did Matsuda swiftly broke them up. The 'bitch-mode' would only last an hour with or without a fight before he went right back to being a peppy freak! So he was stuck with the 'happy horror' and lying about it being okay.
Then there was needy… L's only explanation for this was the brat had developed a mild case of Stockholm syndrome. He only said mild because the teenager didn't really seem to need him emotionally just physically… during the day Raito-kun would always be close, like more than just keep the chain loose close. Also the adolescent would find or make a reason to touch him. Be it a tap on the shoulder, a poke in the side or a brush of a forearm. And how did L know he wasn't imagining it? Because at night it was worse.
At night the boy got clingy. Despite what the gaki said the first night the little nuisance could sleep through his working on the computer, it was just that he had to do it all left handed. As soon as sleep was near Raito-Kun would reach out, grab his right hand, entwine his fingers and sleep with it all night long. Once unconscious, the boy had an iron hold on it. If L tried to take his hand away before the adolescent was out, that disturbing sad look would come again. Arh!
Truly the only good thing about the brat being out of solitary was his beginning to gain weight. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he was back at his original 119.5 pounds.
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L discretely watched plush-pink-peach-lips eat three cherries, two pieces of actual peach and one ring of raw-red-onion in a never-ending sequence. Despite the assortment, this was getting to him in a bad way. This was Yagami Raito's newest quirk; his weird desire for cherries, peaches, onion, lemonade, barbecue-potato-chips or some combination of the five. Oh what this gaki called comfort food… Personally he could understand the first two but the rest…
Mentally he shook himself; it would not do to think about the night he took Raito-Kun's Cherry each time the boy ate the fruit. At this rate he would get a case of reversed-Stockholm syndrome. He tried to work but the teen wouldn't leave his mind. Rather than be annoyed, he decided to count his blessings.
At a month out of the cell the nausea had left the adolescent. Coffee, sweets and cologne were allow back though the auburn haired male still didn't like the smell of any of them and avoided them when possible. The shower rule stayed in place but now that L had his coffee and sweets he didn't really mind. Another good thing was the teenager's peppiness had gone down. The boy seemed continually tired due to a small case of insomnia. Still beggars can't be choosers and L wasn't about to complain.
"Ryuuzaki-San. Ryuuzaki-San?"
L pulled himself out of his thoughts. Raito-Kun was talking to him. "Yes Yagami-Kun?"
A half worried look passes his prime suspect's face. "It is late, we should call it a night."
The detective nodded and rose. As they went about changing for bed L couldn't help but notice that the teen's nipples looked a bit darker. He was sure he was imagining it. The last time he had really looked at them was by the light of a dim closet bulb. Anyway he shouldn't be thinking about that. He- Ouch!
He never saw that punch coming! He stared up from the floor at the teenager. "And your reason for that Yagami-Kun?" His monotone sounded strained even to his own ears.
"You were staring and not responding. I thought I'd get your attention."
Great. Now the bitchiness was popping up randomly. "You have succeeded." The older male said as he swung his leg and kicked the boy's feet out from under him. A very satisfying thump could be heard following it.
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L leaned against the wall next to the large porcelain tub. This was so strange on many levels. He tired to continue working; however, with each gentle splash of water against the bath's side his eyes would wonder back to the boy in it.
Raito tried to relax, tried to let his tiredness over take him, tried to fall asleep in the water… Okay not his brightest idea but he was sick of his insomnia! He just wanted to sleep damn it! Although he did a fantastic job not showing how cranky he really was, right now he could feel himself losing patience. And what wasn't helping, or rather who wasn't helping was that damn Ryuuzaki! He could actually feel the orbs running over him. It was so disconcerting. He sunk into the deep tub.
L was able to work all of the two minutes the teen was under but when he popped back up… The water seemed to make the bathing one gleam. He watched the droplets trickle down the boy's back, shoulders and neck as the adolescent sat up in the center of the bath. This wasn't good for him at all, but he had a difficult time calling it bad.
Those black eyes were still ogling at him; he just knew it. Even as he stared at the wall in front of them, he knew it. His temper was beginning to flare. "You're staring at me Ryuuzaki-San."
L internally smirked; there was a bite of anger in that voice. Likely they would fight soon. He'd have to make sure he and his laptop dodged any water. He was tempted not to answer but… "I will remind Yagami-Kun that he is under my surveillance. It is my job to watch you."
Raito nearly grit his teeth at that. They both knew there was a lot of BS in that statement. "It's been over month and a half since I've been out and you're observing me more than ever before."
"Yagami-Kun is still under suspicion."
One chocolate eye twitched. Okay that was it. He got up, sat on the wide lip of the tub and crossed his legs. "Why not take a good look and just get it over with." He glared and he really wished looks could kill at the moment.
L very well couldn't let an invitation like that pass by, though that had not been the response he had been expecting. Without an iota of shame he took in every detail available to him. Maybe it was the water and the lighting but the tired boy still had a healthy glow to him. The dusty rose nipples had grown no darker but a certain subtle softness to Raito-Kun's entire frame seemed to be there. As always the teen was trim, but L thought he was missing some of his hard lines.
It was tougher not to fidget than he thought it would be. Ryuuzaki had taken full advantage of his challenge. True, the wet adolescent had not thought the other would turn it down but that look in the normally blank stare made Raito feel like he was about to be eaten… Though he could use this to his advantage. "Have sex with me Ryuuzaki-San."
If he were any other person than L, the world-class detective, he would have jumped and shown his surprise. As it was he pretended not to care. "Why request such a thing?" Was the boy's neediness reaching new heights?
The investigator could sound as indifferent as he wanted but Raito could recognize the hunger in his eyes. Did he really need to do that? Who was he trying to fool? That was just annoying. "That way you can help me fall asleep."
That brat! He should turn him down. Should being the key word. "Yagami-Kun is most unflattering."
Raito almost let his eyes roll but held back. Did the little seme get his pride hurt? Oh poor baby. As attractive as it was to tease further, it would not help him. "You know I meant after." He put on his most charming grin. "Besides friends help friends."
Oh playing the friends card. L shut down his computer and handed Raito-Kun a towel. "I don't think Misa-San will appreciate you coming to me with this method of fixing your problem."
Raito could tell he really cared for Misa's feeling as the dark haired male leered at him. Drying off quickly he answered. "Misa also wouldn't appreciate you watching if I used this 'method' on her." He stepped out of the tub and exited the room.
L trailed after the nudist. In some part of his head, the one on his shoulders, he noticed the gaki still had his glow, even dry.
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L half-heartedly worked on his computer. His mind was else where, specifically on the sleeping brat beside him. Correction, the sleeping, bossy, emotionally challenged brat! And coming from a person like L, that was saying something. The kid refused to be kissed or even touch by his mouth. It had been hands below the waist only and a very functional fuck. Still the teen had been right; insomnia didn't last after it and he got some much appreciated stress relief. Plus it would be entertaining to see if the youth sat funny tomorrow.
The midnight haired man was thinking about sleeping himself but the events of an hour ago were bothering him. He was positive Raito-Kun had not been as vocal or as sensitive before and as nice as the change was, it wasn't normal. He wasn't arrogant enough to think he was really that good the second time around, not matter how tempting. Something was going on with the Yagami boy but for the life of him he couldn't see it. Which was as far from good as possible when dealing with a Kira suspect.
L brought his finger to his lip and was about to look at the adolescent again but stopped. Instead he looked at his hand, his right hand… For the first time Raito-Kun wasn't sleeping holding on to him. That was odd. He would have assumed the sex would have made the boy clingier. Was the brat's version of prisoner's syndrome really only physical? In the dark of the room, lit only by his laptop's screen he smirked. This new turn of events brought a theory that he was eager to test.
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L stood outside the bathroom, yet again, waiting for the boy that was trying to turn himself into the Human-Camel. "If Yagami-Kun would not drink so much this would not happen as often." He called into the bathroom.
Raito knew he had to answer or the jerk would say something again. It was disturbing how little manners the other had. Would it kill to wait until after he was done? No! A very non-apologetic, semi-peppy voice replied, "You're right Ryuuzaki-San."
L played with the idea of tripping the gaki when he came out. It really was one of his pet peeves when someone verbally agreed with him, then did their own thing anyway. That was his thing to do not Raito-Kun's.
Anyway brooding wouldn't help him. He just needed to be indifferent to the latest fluctuations of the nuisance's traits. He made a mental checklist. So water and/or lemonade in large quantities were in with the select food obsession. Sex three times a week was in and neediness was out. Insomnia was out but tiredness was still in. Vomiting and nausea was gone but the aversion to coffee stayed. The weird glow was in. The moodiness was still in but their fights had stopped. L thought that was from the one time he'd kicked the boy in the stomach. After which the teen had curled up into a ball and called it quits.
So many changes were not normal, especially in just a two-month period. Then again if he counted from the first change back on the 7th day of Raito-Kun's stay in the cell that was a 103 days of time. It was still too many dramatic, strange changes at once. Had the boy cracked somehow and all these changes sprang from a mental disorder?
His ponderings were cut off as the brat stepped out. The teen had made it all of one step away then froze mid-step with the oddest expression on his face. For a moment L thought the youth would hurl and braced himself. A hand flew up but went to the abdomen and not the mouth. The odd look changed to one of puzzlement. "Is Yagami-Kun alright?"
Raito immediately pulled himself out of his thoughts and beamed at the investigator. "I'm fine Ryuuzaki-San. Let's get back to work!" he said with extra cheer and watched the other cringe away. One beneficial thing about his strange constant good mood was that it seemed to unnerve the panda eyed guy. All he had to do was lay it on a little thick and Ryuuzaki would back off.
The reprieve was just what he needed now. In his stomach, below his navel, it had, for split second, felt like it moved. He'd never felt anything like it before and it had startled him. Also when he'd put his hand there, there had been no give to the muscles. Though he'd always had decent abs; that had never happened before and certainly not on an empty bladder. Ugh! He was over thinking this. Maybe the detective was right and he was drinking too much. Darn it. It's not like he was doing it on purpose; he was just so thirsty!
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The detective waited impatiently yet silently on the bed as the vain, narcissistic, self-absorbed gaki wasted time staring into the full-length mirror when they could be having sex right now! Distantly he realized he'd come to semi-depend on sex with the libido driven teen. Not that he really faulted himself for that; today was the 70th day or 2 ½ months since Raito-Kun got out but they still hadn't made any head way on the case. The sex helped keep him from getting depressed.
L's eyes follow the brat's hands as they run over pajama-covered sides, hips and thighs. Whatever they were looking for they didn't seem to find because the youth took this rare opportunity of not being on the chain to fully undress in front of the looking glass. Shyness agreeably was not one of Raito-Kun's traits. Now the fingers ran over arms, chest and stomach too. What the hell was the adolescent doing? Besides arousing him that is. There went the last of his patience. "What is Yagami-Kun doing?"
Raito only half heard him. He was too busy taking in all the differences. "I've gained weight." He said almost absent-mindedly. It wasn't obvious but it was there. This could mar the standards he set for himself.
Okay, L thought, maybe the teen wasn't that vain if he was just now noticing it. "Yes. By my calculations you are about six pounds above your normal weight."
Raito turned sharply to him. "You saw it and you didn't say anything about it?"
L shrugged. "I believe there is a saying; never look a gift horse in the mouth."
"Ryuuzaki!" Raito all but whined. That was exactly like the jerk to do. Heaven forbid the social head-case not get laid! Yet what was the point in going into it? He sighed and turned back to the mirror. "No more potato chips for me that's for sure. With no time to exercise, I'll have to eat healthier too." Maybe he would cut out the onions also. Lately they were giving him heartburn.
Oh the gaki was most certainly vain! What did a few pounds matter? In fact they looked good on the teen; it gave him a softer, curvier form. The brat was being far too girly about this; next he'd be shaving his legs.
L wondered what Raito-Kun would do if told his hips now resembled a woman's. Probably react badly as it was true. L would know; he's held them down against their bed enough times to know. Hm. Speaking of that… "Is Yagami-Kun going to come to bed now? I have an exercise I can recommend."
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Raito looked at Ryuuzaki, the detective was pouting in his strange way. Right now he really wanted to point and laugh at the sulking male but that wouldn't be helpful to their case, this would… "If you could stop for a moment Ryuuzaki-San, I think I have something that may cheer you up."
L thought Raito-Kun needed cheering down rather than he needed cheering up; still he humored the gaki. L could feel his own eyes widen as he read on.
"Take a look at this. Look at the change here and look at this sudden growth."
"Y-Yagami-Kun…" He knew getting the brat to work on the case would be a good idea. It took three months but the Yagami youth had done it. Finally a lead!
The older male looked at the teen. The boy was glowing even more than usual and looked like a cat that just got cream. Mildly he was tempted to knock the adolescent down a peg or two, but he let it go. Raito-Kun deserved it.
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Ack! He almost dropped the cup in his hand when his guts moved again. It was the fourth time it happened but it was still as unnerving as the first. Damn, he spilled all over his shirt, at least it was just water.
"Would Yagami-Kun like a napkin?"
Raito looked up. Ryuuzaki is holding a cloth. He accepted it immediately. "Thank you."
The detective watched the adolescent with careful eyes. The youth looked so tired, and after three days straight of staying up working on the growing lead, he could not be blamed. L knew he had tendency to get a little carried away. The child even had bags under his eyes and the darkness had spread to the tops of his cheeks and nose… Hold on… Cheeks and nose? "Yagami-Kun, could you look up at me."
L almost sucked his breath in when he saw it. Though subtle, how had he not seen it? L was sure it wasn't there 36 hours ago. 'It' was a slightly darker toned, band of skin that went under the boy's eyes, over his nose and maybe between the orbs. What the hell was going on with this kid?
"Ryuuzaki-San," his computer said while the screen changed to a gothic L. "You have a private matter that has arisen. If you would come when the team arrives."
"Ryuuzaki-San? Is there something wrong?" Sure the investigator had some strange habits but what was with the creepy look he just got. He got no answer. "Ryuuzaki-San?" It bothered him that the insomniac still hadn't answered. He was about to press again when his father and the team entered.
"Yagami-San, I need to briefly see to something private," L pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked himself. "You will watch Yagami-Kun in my absence." Neither Yagami got a word out before he left.
When he reached the monitor room, the only room without cameras, he found Mr. Wammy had left the door open. He strolled in, closing the door behind him. "You are concerned about Yagami-Kun's discolorations."
Quillsh didn't bat an eye, the young man had always been observant. "That discoloration, thought very light, looks spot on for a Mask of Pregnancy if I ever saw one. If the young Yagami were a girl I wouldn't hesitate to inform you on becoming a father-to-be. "
That actually surprised L. He wasn't shocked that Mr. Wammy knew about his set up with Raito-Kun, the man ran the cameras and L didn't try to hide it from him. Neither was he caught unprepared for the elder's lack of disapproval and protest. The far older male really had no say in his actions inside or outside the case. Even the information hadn't stunned him, though he did find it odd. What surprised him was that Mr. Wammy was uncharacteristically skirting around the issue. L stayed silent waiting for the other to finish.
"However with the situation as it is I am troubled with the possibility the lad may have a hormonal imbalance with a severity to a lethal point." The ace detective wasn't the only one to see the changes in the boy. They were rather obvious even if the investigation team seemed blind to them.
Oh that was new; that thought hadn't crossed his mind. The changes springing from an increase of hormones would explain quite a lot. True a significantly large a boost was fatal but unfortunately ill placed benign tumors and cancerous masses now fit into the equation too.
For the first time in his life, L knew what it felt like to be scared for a friend and a friend Raito-Kun was, whether the brat liked it or not. This needed to be dealt with immediately but their case just got hot and it would be unwise to distract it with anything less than concrete fact. "We need a blood sample. Take it during one of Yagami-Kun's trips to the restroom, away from the rest of the team. Also make arrangements for tests and a possible appointment at one AM in the nearest hospital. Depending on the results of the blood test, get an oncologist or an endocrinologist as well as a pediatrician." Pause. "I should return now Watari."
When he did reach the main room the team was busily working and Raito-Kun was deep into a file before him but looked up once the chain was reattached. For a moment L thought his friend might bring up the sudden departure, thankfully the boy was smart enough not too. It was an hour before a familiar request was heard. As planned while the teen was in the bathroom Mr. Wammy showed up syringe and tie off in hand.
Raito, as soon as he was out, immediately saw the needle and the tie came in a close second. Why? He wasn't sick. Here? Outside the bathroom away from the others? "Care to explain? Unless this is your weird attempt at a joke." He knew it wasn't, if ever a joke passed between them this wouldn't be the type. Yet he didn't much like the idea of metal piercing his skin, call it a left over from gun trauma.
L ignored the comment out right, and ordered. "Hold out your arm."
Raito deliberately crossed his arms over his chest. "Will you explain once the team is gone?"
"If Yagami-Kun does not comply he will never get an explanation."
The auburn haired teen held out his left arm.
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A dark haired woman looked at the test results again. No matter how many times she read them they didn't seem to change. This had to be a mistake, a misprint and if not…. What the hell was going on?
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Nervous energy worked well for L, who had focused it into something productive. That Raito-Kun seemed to be the same way was… appealing.
At ten sharp, the team left, at 10:00:30 P.M. his friend asked for an explanation and at 10:01:00 L kissed him.
Sweet sweetness, the boy's lips were everything he'd imagined them to be. So soft, warm and plump. L couldn't remember when this desire to kiss the gaki had started but now that he was doing so he never wanted to leave the pink-peach flesh alone.
At 10:01:15 P.M. he was pushed away.
What the hell was up with the detective? Raito was severally tempted to wipe his mouth with his sleeve but that might show the jerk how much his lips tingled and how much he was unnerved. "That was a very poor choice of avoidance Ryuuzaki-San."
"Then I will have to do better." He leaned in with full intent of having a French kiss but when the adolescent turned his face away he went for the neck instead.
A tiny gasp of surprise left him. The bastard was kissing, licking and nipping at his throat… And it felt really good, better than anyone else he had necked with. Never the less his internal warning signal was blaring. With the girls he had 'slept' with he never made out with, with the girls or boys he had made out with he never 'slept' with. Though the investigator was the first guy he ever 'slept' with, he would not be allowed to cross that line. Raito roughly shoved the other back. "Tell me what is going on right now!"
L stared at the mild glare shot at him; bossy and emotionally challenged for sure. Should he tell him? No. Not until he had a chance to read the medical report. "Yagami-Kun should be happy to know he tested negative for all blood traceable STDs. Like me." That wasn't really a lie, since he checked that with the first blood test.
Raito looked at the wild haired man. Why did he have the feeling that that wasn't everything? He'd play along with it for the moment; exhaustion was catching up with him. "A little late to check don't you think?"
L nodded before he lunged for Raito-Kun again, only to miss him completely as the teen rolled away in his chair. Instead of attacking again he gets up quickly and starts dragging the still sitting youth in the wheeled chair to their bedroom. He has a feeling this will be the last time he'll get to nail the nymphomaniac for a long while. That being the case he intends to make it a good one. Plus it will distract the boy from asking questions with uncertain answers.
"Ryuuzaki-San!" He half hisses half exasperates. He's seen the growing bulge in the blue jeans. Okay so they'd gone four days without IT and he was wanting IT, slightly, but damnit, he's tired and sleep was looking much more appealing than IT. Thus he decides to say so, "I'm too tired! Can't we just sleep tonight?" All thoughts of anything else are out of his head. He's too focused on getting his way.
L paused long enough for Raito-Kun to leave the chair outside their room. Instead of heading to the bed he moves to the bathroom. The ink haired male has wanted to try having 'IT' in the shower for a while now. There is also their one A.M. appointment to keep. This way they'll be clean, if a bit tired when they arrive. "Work or sex, Yagami-Kun. Sex is the only thing I'll stop for. Sleep is not in the equation."
Bastard. But why are they in the bathroom? …. Fucking horn dog! Misa was right; Ryuuzaki is a pervert! The Perv was already undressing and turning on the shower. Couldn't the normally observant other see his lack of energy? Raito wondered if that wasn't part of the jerk's plan. He knew he was too tired to fend off Ryuuzaki's usual attempts to be more… physically intimate. Maybe if he was lucky he could fall asleep standing up mid-way through. Now wouldn't that be a kick to the seme's ego!
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L's fingers and toes were pruney, but it was well worth it several times over. He could feel a dopey, after glow induced, smug smile just itching at his lips. That… session… would be something to masturbate to in the future. Sweet sweetness, had that ever been good. To hell with Raito-Kun's rules and limitations, he was going to take full benefit of the sensitive flesh. Who knew the young nympho had so many erogenous zones? Especially those nipples of his! Or that the adolescent had a licking fetish? L swore he heard the teen purr. Though now the boy just seemed to be snoring in the bottom of the shower stall.
Mechanically he dried himself and his suspect then picked him up. One arm wrapped around the tan back, while the other maneuvered limp legs to either side if his hips before curving under the behind. In this position L had to straighten his back to keep chest-to-chest and stomach-to-stomach with the tuckered-out teen. Still it would keep Raito-Kun the warmest on their way to bed. Not that the adolescent needed it, as he seemed to be perpetually warm. Idly he noticed the boy was heavier, about eight pounds above his original weight. That was very odd since the young Yagami had restricted his diet to leaner, healthier foods. They definitely needed to keep that appointment… but even asleep the other just looked so exhausted. It was now ten until eleven he would move the scheduled time to 2:00.
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The car ride had been silent, the walk to the examining room had been silent and the hospital-gowned teen was still silent as the three of them waited for the doctor to arrive. Raito-Kun was giving him the coldest cold shoulder L had ever received. More for his own sake than anything else L decided not to have the meeting with the handcuffs on. The brat was just so pissed at him and having a mini-tantrum over still not knowing the reason behind the appointment.
In all honestly L didn't know the reason either however he wasn't about to let the gaki know he was clueless. He repressed the urge to sigh. The report on the blood work had been overly vague and basically told that all tests were inconclusive, thus the need for an in person examination was strongly recommended. So there they were, code named Tatsuya for Raito-Kun, Kenichi for himself and Walter for Mr. Wammy, waiting.
The first thing that let Raito know that there maybe something really wrong with him, something genuinely a threat to his health and not some weird experiment by the detective to test is patience, was when the doctors came in. Yes doctors plural, not just one; there were two men and a woman in white coats. His unease increased when all three looked at him as if he were something interesting, something not routine. Feminine brown eyes locked on to his.
The woman, of average size and of some foreign tropical nationality, was the first into action. "Greeting Tatsuya-San. I'm Doctor Ramos and he is Doctor Hibiki," a pale man with low ponytail and sharp eyes stepped forward, "and he is Doctor Tarvian." a harsh looking man without a shred of hair on his head pulled an object from his pocket.
At that Raito might have asked a question or few, like what their specialties were, but immediately got a thermometer shoved into his mouth. When he tried to talk around it the bald man, looking to be around late fifties, subtly reminded him that there was another unpleasant place the instrument could go if he really wanted to talk. That shut him up quickly and he looked to Ryuuzaki to send a glare at him. He was sure an annoying remark was about to come yet surprisingly his captor didn't look amused in the slightest.
From there Tarvian pointedly ignored Raito-Kun, giving blank clipboards to the detective and Mr. Wammy to write down all noticed changes and list all possible symptoms. He understood that they were following his instructions to keep his suspect out of the loop but L was beginning to regret the decision as he watched the boy start to seethe. Mildly he noticed the thermometer as digital but had yet to be turned on. More poignantly he noted the difference coming from the three.
Hibiki, a plain man with long hair that looked to be in his early thirties, had a distant inquisitiveness with a mild indifference of the other two. Tarvian, a stout, rough featured man, had disdain for Raito-Kun coming off him in waves. Ramos, a tan skinned woman of her mid forties, hadn't taken her dark eyes off the teen since she came in. There was a look of curiosity that danced in the woman's orbs.
Said woman, after reading the list, approached Raito-Kun and turned on the thermometer. She didn't give the adolescent time to glare at the bald man as she immediately launched into a full physical. First a vision and hearing test followed by a reflex test, then she took a height and weight, the later of which the youth frowned at. Then she listened to his breathing, took his heart rate and blood pressure. Next came his back/spine, feet arches, chest and abdomen. L saw her pause over Raito-Kun's abdomen, write down many notes, more than she had with the rest of the exam and the action repeated again when she went over the lymph nodes. Abruptly she turned to the two other male doctors giving them a look before excusing herself momentarily.
Raito mentally breathed a small sigh of relief when she left. That lady's dark gaze was so intense it was unnerving. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Doctor Tarvian approach. In a well-practiced move gloves were slipped on and gel applied. A slightly cruel glint formed in the man's face. "Turn around and bend over. It may help if you cough."
Now he knew why she left. Raito stared at the gloved lubed hand. Oh no way in hell! For three very good reasons! One, so far only one guy had been allowed to touch up there and believe it or not that guy had earned that privilege. Raito wasn't about to let a total stranger gain it for nothing. Two, his prostate worked just fine, thank you very much. That one guy had just proven that a few hours ago. Three, if the doctor found any evidence of said guy's very recent good time in him, Raito would just die of sheer mortification!
L felt his jaw clench involuntarily. The idea of someone else laying a hand 'there' in his suspect set something afire in him. The idea of this man doing it made it all the worse, and the flames burned hotter. He didn't know what the feeling was but just knew he would never allow that action. "Throw that away now, you won't be using it." He said in a voice that nearly surprised himself by its dark tone.
No sooner had the words left his mouth, when Doctor Ramos was back inside, rushing Raito-Kun out the door and down the hall to the hospital's CAT scan. L had a feeling she had been right outside the door listening in. That was fine with him. What wasn't fine was what he found once he got there. The door was locked.
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Raito did actually sigh in relief as the older woman rapidly dragged him away from the room. Hurriedly they entered a large room that looked just as cold and sterile as the last, but there was a big difference as to what was in the room. Some relief died when he saw the large medical equipment. Was he really that sick? Okay, sure he knew something might be up with his weight gain and mood but what could be so wrong with it? A bit of panic rose in him and honestly he was still a too tired to suppress it. It only grew when the doctor whirled around and locked the door behind them. "Why are we here? Why did you lock that door? Why aren't you telling me anything?"
Stepping around him she moved to a side room with a large glass window. "You are here because you need a CAT Scan. And I need to check something on the hospital computers." Immediately she sat down and began typing on said computer. The dark skinned female saw the boy open his mouth but cut him off. "I'm a this hospital's top pediatrician and I am sure I was yours! I just can't remember your name."
Raito was silent for a moment. He didn't remember her at all and would Ryuuzaki really be so stupid as to get his old doctor? And she wanted his name! What would she-
"Ah! Yagami Raito, mother Yagami Sachiko. Seen from prenatal visits to two years old. Hmm. While I was still married so you would have known me as Doctor Kikari."
Okay that could be where the investigator slipped up and why he didn't remember her. "If you haven't seen me since I was a toddler how is it you could recognize me now? And you still have not told me why I'm here."
Dr. Ramos turned to eye the youth. He was certainly bigger than the last time she saw him but he still had that baby sweet face of his. Just looking that face brought back chills of the horrid time she had keeping him alive. He had been her first premature case. She had spent hours and days checking on him or comforting Sachiko while that bastard husband of hers was away working. At the time she herself had been just under two months pregnant, which while allowing her much more empathy for poor Sachiko, had scared her nearly witless. If perfectly healthy Sachiko could have a preemie, why not her too? Though statistics were on her side when had fear ever listen to them?
Little Raito's survival was transformed into her personal mission in life, her test of faith in the world. A world that shouldn't or couldn't be so cruel as to steal a baby from a woman as gentle as Yagami Sachiko. The whole experience had been scarred into her mind. Even after he had been well enough to take home she and Sachiko had treated him like spun glass. For two years of her life he was her special patient; that she always spent more time checking and more time worrying about. A simple unexpected phone call from his mother could send her into a near fit of fright.
Still she wasn't about to tell him that. She was over the ordeal and she had her pride, darn it! An easy smile spread on her face. "I remember all my patients, I'm just that good."
Raito resisted rolling his eyes. Well the woman was certainly arrogant. However he vaguely remembered his mother complaining that their, his and Sayu's, doctor wasn't nearly as attentive as her first pediatrician. If that was this woman he still couldn't say, but right now he was too tired to care about it. "Are you going to tell me why I'm here or not?"
The boy was as blunt as his bastard father, but it being close to 2:30 in the morning she could let it go. "That rich boyfriend of yours-"
"He is not my boyfriend." Raito wanted to twitch all over; whether from the disgusting implication or his current lack of verbal control he didn't know.
A black eyebrow just itched to raze. "He doesn't want to inform you before all test are done and a conclusion has been drawn but…"
Why was this twit telling him things he already knew? The detective's secrecy was annoyingly obvious. "But?"
'You are my little miracle case that I missed so much when I divorced and had to move,' simply was not the right answer for her to give so she settled for; "I couldn't careless about what he wants. You're the patience and you should get to know."
She paused eyeing him again. Heaven help her if there was something incurable with him, it would be a nightmare all over again. She just knew it. "Your blood work showed an unusual levels of hormones you shouldn't be producing. Levels you shouldn't be able to produce. This of course points to an irregularity that is likely caused by a growth of some kind on specific portions of your anatomy. The growth being likely benign, as I know for a fact you have no record of cancer in your family. The CAT scan will tell us if there is one and its location. Hopefully the problem is not in your brain and even more hopefully it will be easily treatable."
The Yagami youth felt the need to sit down. That lady, no the woman, didn't know how to pull her punches. Hormone irregularity? From what he remembered of biology and health class, he knew that that could very well do it. All his moods, weight gain, vomiting, libido, thirst and etc., if he remembered correctly, could be from hormones. He was cut out off from his thoughts as the door to the main room was suddenly wrenched open.
"Woman have you finally lost your mind?!" Bellowed Dr. Tarvian marching in after finally getting the blasted door unlocked/off it's hinges. Trailing after him were Ryuuzaki, Watari, and Dr. Hibiki. Raito could barely see them all from where he stood by the doorway.
Dr. Ramos felt a vein in her forehead pulse. She stepped out of the side room. "How sweet of the old Dog-Man to ask, but no, my sanity remains. Unlike certain others'."
L interrupted then, really that was just childish and he had more important matters to deal with. "Against my wishes, you have informed Tatsuya-Kun the purpose of the visit?" A perturbed looking Raito-Kun stepped out to join them and that's all it took to confirm it. Damn that woman! He didn't want to stress the brat unnecessarily; too late now. "We should get started."
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At that moment Raito learned that he could actually hate a machine, specifically this loud as fuck machine[CHOONK [CHOONK [CHOONK [CHOONK It went with every shot. And then there was the absolute stillness he had to keep! At least his head was done. Thankfully there didn't seem anything wrong with his brain so far… Now the thing was lower. Abruptly the noise stopped.
"Tatsuya-San," Dr. Hibiki seemed to be the one in charge of this portion of the examination, and his quiet voice seemed to tear through the deafening silence. "We are done with your chest. We will continue you now with your abdomen."
Raito didn't feel like that needed a response nor did he even want to respond.
L watched what he could see of Raito from the attached room. He was looking for the boy to tense but it likely wouldn't come as his suspect had been told not to move. Good god did he ever want to fidget now. There was nothing for him to do except wait for the results. L couldn't recall a time when he felt both so anxious and useless. He had tried to see the images on the computer as they came up and logically they made a vague sense to him but nothing that he could make a diagnosis from. Yet the images seemed to perfectly clear to the longhaired man, even with the low amount of contrast they had injected into the adolescent. [CHOONK [CHOONK [CHOONK [CHOONK The racket maker had started up again.
Suddenly the previously quiet man let out a loud, "OH SHIT!" The other two doctors sucked in their breaths before the dark woman yelled, "Turn it off! Turn it off!" That seemed to snap the youngest physician into action and immediately the scan stopped. L got to see the picture on the screen for a split second before it was gone but still it made no sense to him.
No patient likes it when their doctor starts freaking out when being examined, Raito was no exception. Three doctors freaking out while looking at his internal organs did not help things. The teen wriggled and freed himself from the equipment, strangely he was unsurprised to see Ryuuzaki standing by his side. He looked to the now quiet licensed medical specialists. The younger male was saying something about bringing a machine and leaving, she looked like a frozen statue while the baldy was glaring at him with obvious disdain.
L barely noticed it but Raito-Kun was trembling. It was scarcely there, as was the boy's usual color, which made the dark band on the tops of his cheeks all the more obvious. This would not do. Turning to the remaining physicians he chose the lesser of two evils. "Please regain your composure and explain Ramos-San."
She could only shake her head at that for now. Damn this child! Damn him for sending her into a fit all over again! She should be over this! It's been 16 years for heaven's sake! No other patient made her this afraid! Speaking of afraid her little miracle case was looking very much it. The fear in those chocolate eyes implored her to do something.
"You will be alright Tatsuya-Kun. You're not now but you will be. We were just stunned be how far your condition has progressed but the hospital and I can fix that. You will be alright."
The boy in the hospital gown relaxed quite a bit at that, at least enough to regain his own spinning mind. Unconsciously he leaned in closer to Ryuuzaki as he gauged her face for sincerity. It was there, so he would be alright. The problem was some where in his guts. He remembered there was an organ or tissue that was on top of his kidneys that had something to do with hormone production, but other facts escaped him. He should have paid more attention in class. At least the problem couldn't be in his head, throat, heart, lungs and etc. Still he'd never suffered more than a harsh cold before. He knew some surgery would likely be involved. Gulp.
L stepped closer when the gaki moved to him. He wanted to reach out to touch the boy but recognized that Raito-Kun probably wouldn't like it. Fine. He had other fish to fry. "That is not a satisfactory explanation."
"For now you and Walter-San will have to stay out of the loop too, Kenichi-San."
Bitch, L thought.
A minute later Dr. Hibiki was back with an ultrasound machine. As he set it up, the only woman in the room approached it he stopped her. Looking nervous he turned to the detective and started, "I would like to excuse myself from this examination now. This is beyond my expertise and my involvement in this matter will end here. As per our agreement your payment will insure my silence of this situation." With that he left.
L watched the plain man leave and saw Raito-Kun start shaking again. Yet before he could say anything.
"Don't you think you should quit now too, Tarvian?" The woman sniped. Clearly the man's look was annoying her as much as it was L himself.
"Woman! How dare you! I-" he stated,
"I want you outside!" It was the first thing Raito said since he went in the scanner. That look of disdain, like he was some freak of nature was getting to him. The man made him uncomfortable and right now the thought of that man looking at his insides yet again was more than he could handle.
"You little freak! You-" he began.
"If Tarvian-San would like to be paid for his time he will step outside the room for now." There was a distinct sound of venom in the voice. L was pissed off! Nobody got to call his friend a freak, especially not for a medical condition. This man was pushing all sorts of buttons in him. The nasty glimpse in the man's eye had been bugging him since the man was introduced. Still he was a doctor and they may need his medical advise later. It would be wiser to stick with him than expose Raito-Kun and himself to someone else. At the very least he could give this to the brat for now.
Greed seemed to be worth more than pride as the bald man stepped out without another word.
"Pay no mind to any comments that old Dog-Man makes." Dr. Ramos pulled a blanket from a drawer on the ultrasound cart. "Please. I need you to lift up the gown above your ribs. You can use the blanket to cover your lap. Also it would help if you lean back on your elbows."
The Yagami youth did as requested, blanket first, then folding the patient gown up. A current of fear running though him made his movements jerky. He reclined to his elbows. It felt odd being in this position, but the cold felling of jell being applied to his belly over road it. After a few seconds and a bit of fiddling the doctor seemed to find what she was looking for. She moved the screen to where they could all see it then. Raito stared at the picture. That looked like a…
"We see here the cause of all your changes and your hormone imbalance. Though unusually small you can clearly see much definition. I'd be willing to say about five months along in development."
L's eyes were impossibly wide and seemed to threaten to fall out of his head. WHAT THE FUCK?! No, fucking got he and Raito-Kun into this mess… Oh this had to be a computer error!
Mr. Wammy, whom had mainly been forgotten, chose that moment to remind the room of his presence when he said. "I believe congratulations are in order for both of you."
L turned to his… suspect? Just in time to see him do something that the brat had never done before. Something L never would have saw coming. Something that was very un-Raito-Kun, er -Chan, er what ever, like. Chocolate eyes rolled up into the skull and the teen fainted! A soft thud announced his landing back on the table.
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The car ride back was deathly quiet. Raito-Kun, er –Chan, er, oh forget it! Raito-Koibito was still out and wouldn't be awake until sunrise at the absolute earliest. Courtesy of the mild sedative Dr. Ramos had injected him/her with. Although her eyes had been glaring bloody murder at the investigator as she gave the shot, L couldn't be more grateful to her at the moment. He needed time to think. Some quiet, peaceful, without-five-months-along-Raito thinking time.
Well… Raito-Koibito's changes certainly made sense now. Even if how the adolescent had gotten to this condition was a mystery. Ramos had sworn up and down, left and right that the youth had not been born that way. That this was an entirely new development. Though how the woman had been so sure would have to be looked into… later.
If that was so then the boy had previously been just a boy and this change was pointing to something otherworldly. L glanced at the sleeping child beside him on the back seat of the limo. Otherworldly like Kira's killing power.
That thought was put on hold as they arrived. He opened the car door and scooped the even more suspicious suspected mass murderer into his lap. Securing his arms around the unconscious other he heaved the both of them up and out of the limo. Just like a few hours ago when he carried the sleeping one. Back straight, chest-to-chest and stomach-to-stomach, only this time with clothes… And the knowledge of the situation inside of the barely rounded tummy.
About 143 days, give or take a day, since their first time together. Now the 'fruit' of their night, over four but still under five months, was a few pieces of clothing away from being press against his own abdomen. He wondered if there were a movement would he feel it? Neither the elevator ride nor the walk to their room had ever felt so short to L.
Gently he set the boy, er girl, er the knocked-out knocked-up person on the bed. Honey brown hair fluttered and framed the sweet looking, relaxed face. Sweet sweetness, was this child ever lovely. This child carrying his child... Dr. Ramos had assured him that there was currently nothing life threateningly wrong with 'Tatsuya-Kun.' Assured him that this situation could be terminated whenever THEY decided, so there was no rush. THEY had time to decide. With that in mind L had decided to leave with his suspect, much to the damn doctor's obvious displeasure.
So he was a father now… or at least a possible Father-To-Be. And Yagami Raito was the… mother? Well the teen was the pregnant partner… AARRHH! Oh hells and heaven, this brat only ever seemed to bring him trouble! Though to be fair this time around it seemed a bigger inconvenience on Raito-Koibito's part.
L felt like pacing, so he paced. It was pacing or screaming and that really should never be an option as far as he was concerned. Damn fuck it! He was getting too emotional, too worked up. Calm down and think clearly. So what to do now?
For now he would get the youth fully tucked into bed. With care he pried the covers out from under the adolescent, pulled off shoes, socks and pants. Just before he placed the blanket over the teen he put his hand on a boxer-clad belly. That was his child there. His baby, developing and wrapped in the flesh of another.
A sudden flare of emotion hit him. This was his baby, likely his only shot at fatherhood given his life style, and he would have it. He decided if his child could be carried to term he would have it. Neither Kira nor Raito-San would stop him. Even if he had to tie down the youth in some dark basement for the remainder of the pregnancy. Even if the teen had to die to give him this.
What… What the hell… What the hell was he thinking?! Sacrifice Raito-Kun? His first friend and only person he saw the possibility of more with? Never. But sacrifice his child… No, never also. So what to do?
Make a list for now or a chart. L turned on his computer and sat by Raito-Kun.
1 week 7 days
2 weeks 14 days
3 weeks 21 days
4 weeks 28 days
Raito in cell. No symptoms. Weight loss.
1 month 30 days
34th to 52nd day vomiting 9x total AM ones.
5 weeks 35 days
6 weeks 42 days
7 weeks 49 days
Raito leaves cell on day 50.
8 weeks 56 days
Six days out of cell. Under normal weight.
2 months 60 days
9 weeks 63 days
Raito 15 days out. (65 days) slow weight gain. Shows Symptoms.
10 weeks 70 days
11 weeks 77 days
One month out. Symp. Cont. (80 days)
12 weeks 84 days
12 weeks END 1st Trimester
3 months 90 days
13 weeks 91 days
Start having sex 46 days out. (96 days) Symp. Cont.
14 weeks 98 days
15 weeks 105 days
Raito feels fetus? 60 days out (110 days)
16 weeks 112 days
17 weeks 119 days
4 months 120 days
18 weeks 126 days
19 weeks 133 days
20 weeks 140 days
Mask appears 93 days out. (143 days)
Doctors appointment (144 days)
21 weeks 147 days
5 months 150 days
22 weeks 154 days
23 weeks 161 days
24 weeks 168 days
25 weeks 175 days
6 months 180 days
26 weeks 182 days
26 weeks END 2nd Trimester
27 weeks 189 days
28 weeks 196 days
29 weeks 203 days
7 months 30 weeks 210 days
31 weeks 217 days
32 weeks 224 days
33 weeks 231 days
34 weeks 238 days
8 months 240 days
35 weeks 245 days
36 weeks 252 days
37 weeks 259 days
38 weeks 266 days
9 months 270 days
39 weeks 273 days
40 weeks 280 days
So what to do now?
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Note From The Author:
The sole purpose of this story is to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito. I am sick of only seeing L pregnant; hence the story being the opposite. Sorry if it is dry as hell and sucks.
I don't know if to continue this story. It's just so dry. I've already thought a few things up. Hell I made up Dr. Ramos so Raito-Chan would have a doctor if I add to this. Tell me what you think.
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