Ninsoku
Chapter One: Aoi Akumu
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Silver strands flowed carelessly above the building that a malevolent force stood upon. Three stories below rested a creature that wasn't even worth the god-like figure's time. It's body was gifted with curves, and sharp features, but it was not without it's imperfections. This paticular female was plump, fat curling around her abdomen and chest, arms bulking with almost unfemine muscle, thighs, shins and calves thick with it. Long dark hair snaked around the three pillows that surrounded her, and behind the lidded eyes lay sapphires.
"This thing?" He frowned, consulting his higher power.
My line must live.
"But this?"
My line will live.
The insistence and anger in Mother's voice prodded him on. His first experiment. Pardon him, Her first experiment. Mother's first experiment. To plant a seed in a strong carrier, a virus to grow inside another capsule was what Mother wanted. And he would give it to his Mother. Sephiroth floated down wordlessly to the creature's window, studying it's breathing pattern once more. He'd studied the human reproduction system, even seen a simulation of how these despicable creatures managed to create life and spread their disease among themsleves. Now he would be doing this inconcievable act. The window open upon his will's call, and the air current around him allowed him to land noiselessly on the floor. Mother urged him to remove his boots, further silencing his entrance.
He kneed the foot of the bed, hands creeping forward. The creature stirred, a small noise of discomfort leaving her lips.
My line... Mother repeated in his head. She would wake. She would believe it was a dream. She would be the carrier of the line.
My line, will be carried on. Mother's voice wafted softly.
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She snapped up in shock, breathing heavy. The god. The creature that had hovered abover her last night, taking her innocence. Such a violent dream. And his last words.
"Your line, Mother, will be carried on." He had whispered. Whose line? What did her dream mean?
"Jesna? Are you awake?" Came Zener's voice. She pushed the dream out of her mind as a clenching pain gripped her abdomen.
"Yeah!" She called, rising and rubbing her aching abdomen. Her thighs throbbed, back stiff.
"Hurry up! Dad needs help with the bike!" She fought to hide a gasp of pain. Perhaps her monthly time was coming. She shrugged the pain off, stretching.
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He hid himself among the citizens of the village, carefully concealing his most notable features. Spying on the Carrier was his goal. Mother was pleased. Mother's line would grow. It would flourish. And for now, Mother demanded his silence and inaction. He loved Mother. Pleasing her was his goal, for now, and the price to pay should his dream be realized.
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One Month, Five Days
Jesna grasped her stomach. For past five weeks, she'd been feeling horrible stomach cramps. The nineteen-year-old wiped the sweat beading on her forehead and tossed the wrench back into the greasy toolbox she leaned on. Unfortunately, somehow she had missed her monthly mensis.
"Jesna!"
Her head jerked up at the sound of Leon's voice. She forced a smile and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, letting the young blonde wrap his arms around her aching waist.
"What's going on?" He asked with a pleasant smile and a kiss to her temple. She squirmed out of his arms and picked up another tool, heading for the bike that was sitting before her in her father's Fix-It shop.
"Nothing, just doing my job." She answered with a small smile as she knelt down to tighten a bolt. Her fingers went to the wiring of the bike, gliding over them like a skillful harp player as she rearranged them and changed spark plugs. Leon put a hand on the seat of the bike, tilting her chin up to look at him. Wiping her greasy hands off onto her coveralls she met his gaze uneasily. A frown was on her sweetheart's face.
"Are you sure? You look a bit pale today." She held a hand up, covering his with her's.
"Seriously, I'm fi-" it was in that moment her stomach clenched and didn't let up. Bile rose on the back of her throat and she shoved away from the bike, falling to the floor. Leon shouted in alarm and moved around the bike, never once letting go of her hand. The scent of vomit made her sick again, and she moved away from it so she could breath some fresh air. Leon's grip tightened on her forearm.
"I'm taking you home." He said firmly in a tone that demanded no argument. She eyed him wearily as he helped her up, nodding after a moment. A flash of silver caught her eye, and a shiver ran down her spine. Looking up into the storage unit, she didn't quite spot the flashing green eyes watching her as she left.
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Three Months, 23 Days
He watched with impatience building. Mother had been silent since he planted the seed. And the Carrier was beginning to show signs of weight gain, as well as increased sickness. He stayed where he was as he watched the creature consult an older male, presumably her sire.
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Jesna looked down as she faced her father. The man bore a loud scar that ran down the front of his face, from the top of his right brow to the underside of his left eye. Her heaving stomach was quite now, but her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest and leave her to bleed to death. The doctor's report was anything but satisfying.
"Pregnant?" Jesna's eyes dominated her face, and her stomach dropped. The doctor looked over his notes skeptically, then glanced up again.
"Thats right. About three months, according to your mensis pattern?" His brow raised in question. She ran her hands through her hair, eyes wildly searching the floor for some excuse, some kind of mistake.
"But I've never.." She couldn't finish. The doctor shook his head.
"Not according to your examination. Congradulations." He'd said, whether it was in sarcasm or actually genuine, she could decide.
Now as she studied the floor, tears began to gather in her eyes.
"Dad, sit down." She said softly. The man obliged with a grunt, and smiled as he took her hand, the scar crinkling with his upraised cheeks.
"What did the doctor say?" He asked, squeezing her hand. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it with no problem."
Her mouth worked as she tried to find a way to tell him. How would he understand? How could she tell him without wondering herself how it had even happened?
"The doctor... He said that I'm ..." her voice faltered, eyes squeezed shut. Her father watched her, concern in his eyes.
"What is it? A cold? The Flu? Even a disease! We can get through it, sweetheart!" He fumbled, trying to comfort her.
"He said I'm with child..." She finally sobbed, seeing a look of shock spread across his face.
"Its that Leon wasn't it?!" He roared, shoving the seat back as he stood.
"No... daddy no.. It wasn't Leon." She pleaded. It was then that her stomach gave in, crushing her will to hold back the waves of pain that dissipated the strength in her knees. The cramping was so unbearable she was hunched over, trying to hold back the bile that had gathered in the back of her throat. Her father quickly knelt down to help her. Her body shook with her tears as she grasped at her father. He rocked her gently, feeling helpless in the midst of his only little girl's pain.
"How?" he whispered brokenly. She shook her head, sobbing something unintelligible. The question rolled through her mind, turbulent emotions shaking her to the core. She drew in a shallow breath, trying to stop the tears from falling.
"What am I going to do?" She groaned into her father's shoulder. He was at a loss for words. Stroking his daughter's hair, he kept his worry and shock to himself.
"I don't know, baby.. I don't know."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Yeah, you do, you slime! You know what you've done, and I'm giving you one more chance to tell me that you are the father of that thing!"
A pause and the sound of a chair screeching back as a slam sounded on the dining table.
"Don't you accuse me! I've done nothing but love her, and I would never-"
"And I'm sure you've done nothing but love on her, the wrong way!"
Jesna curled up on her side, listening to the voices of her Father and Leon hashing it out. She wanted it to stop, to pray this wasn't happening. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it away. The door slamed shut, signaling Leon's exit.
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Five Months, 15 Days
Zener and Seta poked Jesna awake. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, and she groaned at the unpleasant interruption of her now routine afternoon nap.
"Leon's downstairs. He says he wants to talk to you." Seta, twin one said. Zener, twin two, helped Jesna out of her bed and gave her her robe.
Jesna came downstairs, hand trailing down the rail of the shabby old two story apartment that her family lived in. Her stomach protruded from beneath the oversized shirt she wore, as well as the robe that was draped over her. It was the early sign of the pregnancy. Leon was standing at the door, hands in pockets and looking angrily from her father to her. Despite her father's complete disapproval, he took Jesna into his arms and gave her a friendly hug. She frowned. It wasn't what it used to feel like.
"Hey, Jesna, I'm leaving town for a few days. I really need to talk to you before I leave." He glared at her father, who returned the look with interest. "Alone."
Jesna smiled to her father wearily.
"Dad, would you mind?" He snorted.
"Call me if you need me."
Jesna sat on the couch a cushion away from Leon. He twiddled his thumbs for a few moments before speaking.
"Jesna, I need you to tell me who it was." He finally said. She frowned and rubbed her eyes.
"What?"
"Who did you sleep with?" He said in irritation. Jesna's eyes widened with realization at his accusation. He couldn't meet her eyes.
"You don't think I ..." Her brows furrowed with confusion and hurt. Leon rose as he threw his hands up in exasperation.
"You can't just get pregnant, Jesna!" He argued. "And I don't want you to lie to me!"
Tears began to form in her eyes, and Leon frowned.
"Come on, don't cry." He said. All the sensitivity, everything that he once showed was gone and destructive accusation was left. Jesna rose slowly.
"I don't know how it happened, Leon." She stopped before heading back up the stairs devoid of emotion. "And if you can't trust me, we can't even be together, Leon. I'm tired. Don't bother coming back when you do get back, if you'd even bother."
With that, she turned and went nonstop up the stairs to her room, slamming the door. The tears that she refused to cry in front of him flowed down her face now. She hid her face in her hands and allowed the pent up emotion out in her room, beating her pillow senseless. A small thump against her stomach made her groan, eyes shut. A hand rested on her shoulder, trailing down to massage her back.
"I'm sorry." Came Leon's voice. "I didn't mean to accuse you, I just.. Don't know."
She turned and gave him a pained look, rubbing her stomach. His face revealed his doubt. She winced again as the creature inside her moved. Taking Leon's hand, she placed it over her stomach, never letting her tear filled eyes leave his face. Leon cupped her cheek and kissed her, wiping away the tears on her face.
"We'll get through this, I swear." He murmured hoarsely. Jesna didn't answer, still rocked from his accusation and haunted by her dream. He filled with determination, tilting her face his way and taking it with both hands.
"We will." He repeated stronger this time. She offered him a smile and nodded slowly with a tired yawn. Sleep called to her, and Jesna was willing to answer it's cry.
"Call me when you get back." She said softly. He kissed the back of her hand chivalrously and lay her carefully on the bed. After a gentle kiss to her temple he went to the door, hand sitting on the handle.
"Get some rest." he chided gently.
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Author's Note: Hey there, GS here! Yes, I should be strung by my toenails, bamboo shoved up under my cuticals for my disgustingness... ness.. This is indeed that new series I have promised! I had a live beta tell me that the first draft was a bit dark for my original style, so I had to redo it... A quick note to a few people that may ask, Yes, this has already spawned a sequal! On my winter break I found that my original idea was to my liking, and while my computer was unavailible I managed to finish the ENTIRE timeframe of Ninsoku... Well, before this gets longer than the story itself..
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