"The health of your future kids does not start with their birth—it starts with you, right now, well before you plan to impregnate your wife."

― Pratik Patil

-Chapter One-

Two men ran from the Farrin's Main Train Station.

The taller of the two, by two inches, had a lean, muscular build, slate grey shaggy hair that stopped mid-back in a low ponytail, and deep ocean blue eyes. His estimated height is about 6"5. He has a dark skin complexion, though only slightly darker than his companion. He wore a white tee-shirt, a pair of black jeans and regular combat books. He was most likely twenty-two years of age. This man is Aoi Araki, a mage of Fairy Tail and a human weapon of the Magic Council.

The other, at least 6"3, had straight light sky blue hair that stopped at the nape of his neck, jade green eyes and also had a lean muscular appearance. He was only a few shades lighter than his friend. He was donned in a pair of white jean capris, a golden shirt that had a black swirl design, and some dirt brown combat boots. This man's name was Akira "Aki" Araki. Like Aoi, he is also a mage of Fairy Tail and a weapon of the Magic Council.

They ran across the streets, quick to get home. As most of the country knew, they were related by marriage. No, not like, he married my cousin or sister. It was something a little more complex than that. These two fell in love with the same woman and she fell in love with both of them, equally. Many would say that that this wasn't love, that they fell for a whore, a slut.

But they didn't, they fell in love with a loyal, beautiful young woman who would do anything to protect her friends and family. And trust them, she had a lot of them. One older sister, Izu, one little brother, Sei, twin best friends, Ana & Iru, whom she knew from birth, not to mention she was the middle child in a set of triplets, causing her to have an older brother, Aro, and a little sister, Are. And don't forget get the guild and their entire island.

It was amazing that she called herself anti-social and yet she knew so many people and let's not forget the exceeds. Her own being Adromache, an adorable little fella with white fur on his pointy ears and small paws while the rest of him was brown. At the age of nine she became his mother and she absolutely adored the shy little cat.

And with that, she showed her kindness that she hid from the rest of the world, revealing a soul that had both emotional and physical wounds, scars littering both beings. They didn't pity her. No. It was the exact opposite of that. The two men admired her since they were children. A person who was tossed in to the elements; a heart burned by uncontrollable fire, a body drowning in an endless sea, a soul frozen over and shrouded by shadows, with the wind carrying the remains of her being away. And yet, she was still able to take control and smile a simple smile to the people she loved, no matter what element she was facing at the moment.

The only element she hadn't had before them was light. Something to keep her warm in the frosty night. Something to melt her frozen soul, restore a heart that was turned to ashes. Akira was her pure light, always helping with her physical pain, always there to help her up and encourage her to keep fighting. While Aoi was her emotional support, helping through the problems Akira didn't know how to handle.

And this where they stop, in front of their large home. Aoi fixing the duffel bag on his shoulders, took out the key and entered. Akira, following close behind, stretched his arms and back as they went up the stairs to their room. It was obvious she was here; her scent's source was in their room which they could easily smell seeing as they both had a form of Slayer magic.

Aoi slowly opened the door and took a peek inside, just in case she was asleep, which she was. They entered, knowing full well she was a deep sleeper, doing the usual after they returned from a mission. Aoi went to straighten out each of their things while Akira entered the connected bathroom to get ready to pass out next to his mate and mate's mate.

It was still a little confusing as to what type of relationship he had with Aoi. He knew neither of them were gay, maybe it was more like they were brothers sharing a toy. But if she heard that…he didn't even want to think about she'd do. Although, she was fun to play with. Maybe they were best friends with the same interest.

Blue haired man heard a light tap on the door.

"You done yet?" Aoi's deep voice came through the cracked door Akira was walking to.

"Walking out now." The shorter man, though not by much, yawned out. It felt nice being in his own home again, both thought as they walked away from the bathroom. The sight before them was beautiful, the Devil's Angel, their love.

Most of the world knows her as TK Shi, though this is unknown, her original full name was Torako Shiromi. Now, Araki. She was beautiful, not only to them but to the guild, the country, hell, even the world ranked her.

There she laid, mid-back silver fading into pure cloud blue hair splayed around her tanned, light chocolate body. She was a good six feet in height, a curvy hourglass figure with a pair of DD cup breast, if not bigger. She, like Aoi, was twenty-two years old. Even she had a slightly muscular build, which could be seen as she curled around Adromache's small frame.

The two men climb into their respective spots. They couldn't remember how long they claimed these positions but they do know they claimed them during a photo shot. Aoi climbed into the large bed facing her face, snuggling into the top of her head, giving perfect angle for Tora to cuddle into his chest. While Akira laid behind her, his nose pressed into the crook of her neck, letting him relish in her scent of coconut and lime. Unique as it may be, it was her's and it was beautiful.

A comforted sigh exited her lips as she cuddled closer to both men. TK's eyelids slid open as she wrapped her arms around Aoi's chest, revealing raspberry eyes.

"You're…late." A small whisper edged its way through her groggy throat. Their bodies stiffen at the voice of their wife.

"Stupid…" TK yawned out. Akira released a small chuckle, making his chest vibrate alongside her back, he smiled against her neck. Kissing it softly.

"Sorry."

Aoi leaned his forehead against hers, kissing the tip of TK's nose while doing so, and looked into her barely opened eyes.

"How are you feeling?" It was obvious he was the gentler when it came to these things.

"Fine, just tired is all. Really." TK turned her head back when she felt a disbelieving gaze.

"Will you be okay for the party?" Akira asked, again gently kissing her neck. She's been coped of in the house for a few days now due to her drowsiness and queasiness. And Izu, wife of Sting, who ended up being Master of Saber Tooth when he was nineteen even though he's a giant goof and playboy, was having a little get together at their home in Fiore.

"Like I said, I'm fine." She stated, kissing Akira's forehead, turning back and kissed Aoi's cheek. Both men let out reluctant sigh. When she wanted to do something she'd do it, no matter what was in her way. Especially since she'd had years practicing hiding pain or uneasiness.

"We'll be getting early, remember? So get some sleep." Aoi said, stifling his own yawn and kissing her forehead.

"I'll think about it." She said with an almost mirth like tone, eyes drifting shut as Akira, once again placed a tender kiss upon her neck, humming his good nights. They'd enjoy this time together, because now, they were heading towards a whole bunch of craziness.

"It is a well-documented fact that guys will not ask for directions. This is a biological thing. This is why it takes several million sperm cells... to locate a female egg, despite the fact that the egg is, relative to them, the size of Wisconsin."

― Dave Barry

I actually forgot about this account and this story. Whoops~!

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