A\N: Just so you know, I changed a few things that I didn't think needed to be in here, and added some things as well. Hopefully you all enjoy reading!

It started with a computer chair.

Kitsune raised the jug of Sunny D to her lips and took another drink, grimacing. She exhaled sharply, surveying the discarded furniture in front of her. A beautiful living room set, tossed out by the irritable old woman living in the house out front. Details from that night came flooding back into her mind, as if a dam had burst.

Kitsune made her way slowly across the dimly lit office. The sandy carpeting tickled the bottoms of her feet and a nervous, excited smile sat shakily on her lips. Her cheeks filled with color as she leaned forward, her ear a fraction of an inch from his lips.

"I've…uh…I've wanted this for a really long time…" L Lawliet murmured softly.

"I know," she quipped, smiling against his skin.

A small dog yipped and howled, tugging fiercely at the chain bound around its collar.

"Shut the hell up, okay!" Kitty demanded, closing her eyes and turning on her heel. The convenience store was a bit of a walk from her neighborhood, but she didn't mind. It gave her time to think. About what to do if…

"No," she whispered aloud. It couldn't be true; it was ridiculous to even think of it! But as she turned the corner and the store came into sight, a thick knot of nausea wound itself in her stomach. The tinkling of the small bell rigged up to the door only set her nerves higher on edge.

"Ah, if it isn't McGutt the Crime Dog, back again."

Kitty raised her eyes to glare acidly at the man behind the counter. He wore his brown and beige striped sweater and goggles even with the store uniform. A cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit.

"I remain unconvinced."

This was the only explanation she offered as she scanned the shelves for another home pregnancy test. Her third that day. Approaching the counter, she stretched out her open palm and nodded toward the bathroom pass that hung limply from its peg on the corkboard behind Matt.

"You honestly think this one's going to be any different?" he challenged coolly, forking over the pass to the irritated young girl. Kitty said nothing, but merely rolled her eyes and stalked into the bathroom.

"You pay for that when you're done, Mama Bear!" she heard him call after her.

After successfully completing the test, she skulked back into the storefront, her jaw set and her eyes looking anywhere else but the small piece of hope in her hand.

"Hey," Matt said pensively, leaning forward to let his elbows rest on the glass countertop, "maybe you're little boyfriend has crazy mutant sperms, knocked you up twice."

"Silencio, cretin!"

"Just saying, it's a possibility. So what's the prognosis?"

Holding her breath, she looked down. A small, pink plus sign glared up at her mockingly.

She sighed, "Well, there it is. The proof of my spawn."

"For sure. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, youngin."

She snorted in disbelief, wondering how in the world she was going to explain this to L.

*****

"Hi, Mrs. Yamanashi, is Hono there?" Kitty asked, her fingers wound tightly around the telephone cord. She had been mustering up the stamina to call her best friend for nearly half an hour.

"Yo, yo, yo, Kitty-Sune, what's new?" Honoka's voice floated through the receiver, a welcome sound.

"I'm at suicide risk," the older girl responded dryly.

"What? What's the matter? Are you hardcore PMSing again? I told you I can't handle that shit, man. They make pills for this now."

"Hono…I'm pregnant."

"Yeah, sure," her friend said in a smiling voice. "You eat too much General Tso's chicken and suddenly you're preggo. You'll get rid of that food baby in about six hours."

"Dude, I'm not kidding. I took like, three pregnancy tests. I am totally housing a bastard child."

"You had enough pee for all those tests? That's freaking amazing."

"You're cavalier reaction is not what I was expecting…"

"Wait…is this for real? Like…for real, for real?" Hono ventured nervously.

"No, Honoka. I'm a sick twisted freak who enjoys batting your emotions around like a tetherball. Of course it's for real," Kitsune snapped.

"Oh my god. Oh shit!"

"There we go; you seem to be getting it now."

"So…" the blonde paused, as if unsure of what to say. "Are you gonna go to Stonecove or Women Now; because you're parents have to sign that consent thing for Stonecove."

"Um, I think I'll go to Women Now, because they help out women now. I'll call myself and everything. I do need you're help with one thing, though."

"Oh really?"

"Okay, ready? One…two…three!"

With a grunt, the two blonde girls hoisted the last of the living room furniture (a brown armchair) into the back of Kitty's parent's van. Honoka, Kitty's best friend of five years, did not bother to point out that heavy lifting could really only help Kitty at this point.

"So, when did you decide you were gonna screw Lawliet?" Hono queried mischievously. Kitty cracked a smile and said, "Oh…I dunno. About a year ago in English class?"

"You totally love him," the younger girl stated matter-of-factly.

"You know, it's really complicated. And at least I'm not in love with my Literature teacher," Kitty retorted, grinning.

*****

Lounged in the sunken brown armchair, Kitsune clasped a wooden pipe between her teeth. She eyed the front door of L Lawliet's house, checked her watch. If she had to tell him, it might as well be now.

As if reading her mind, the front door swung inward and L stepped out. His gaze immediately snapped to the girl occupying the living room set that had seemingly been torn from a magazine and placed in his front yard.

"Hey L," she greeted, blowing bubbles out of the wood pipe.

"Hey?" his eyebrows were raised nearly to his hairline.

"You're jeans are like, especially dark today," she observes, pointing the pipe at his baggy blue-jeans.

"Oh, thanks. My mom uses color-safe bleach."

"Go Mrs. Lawliet."

"I um…I should get going," he said weakly.

"So guess what I found out?"

"What? I don't know, what is it?"

Her teeth dug deeper into the polished oak pipe, the sound of the splintering wood too loud in her ears as she blurted, "I'm pregnant."

The black haired boy's eyes widened, his arm dropped from his neck and he stammered, "What…wh-what should we do?"

"I figured…you know, I'd just nip it in the bud. Because they said in health class that pregnancy can, uh, often lead to, uh, a baby."

L said nothing. He nodded in a manner that seemed to say if you think it's best. Finally he muttered, "I should go."

Kitty rose to her feet, stung.

"Well," she began coolly, "I'm sorry I had sex with you. I know it wasn't like, you're idea."

"Then whose idea was it?" he asked as she mounted her bike. She didn't bother to acknowledge his question, but only sped down the sidewalk, calling, "I'll see you at school!"

"Then…whose idea was it?"