Beauty Made From Beasts
Again, this is a fill for someone over on the DRRR! Kink Meme, on LiveJournal. xD I've been busy there recently. Anyway, I'm updating there first, so if you want to see the story completely so far (three chapters) then just head over there and look for the same title. :D
The original prompt:
xXxShizuo knocks up fem!Izaya (Kanra)
I understand this is probably a popular request, but I've never seen one written to the end. ;n;
OP would like a lot of angst, but Shizuo trying to be as helpful as possible, even though fem!Izaya doesn't want anything to do with him or the baby. But eventually she comes around and they try to be happy. And in the end fluff.
OP will be more than happy if filled, and provide art to go along with the story - but that's enough bribing.
Please~! 3xXx
OP seems to be enjoying the story so far, and I hope you all enjoy it as well!
Disclaimer: I do not own DRRR! or its characters.
Chapter 1
"Well?"
"Well, we have four with a little pink line-all positive. We have another three with a blue plus sign-all positive, and we have several other variants of the two-all positive."
"…Should I take another?"
Namie sighed, shaking her head as she tossed down the pregnancy test she had been examining back onto the desk in front of her. Her eyes locked with Izaya's and she just stared down at her boss as the woman began to shift through the collection of pregnancy tests that she had acquired over the short span of an hour.
"Izaya, do you know what the definition of insanity is? It's exploring the same problem over and over again, expecting different results." She rolled her eyes. "Face it. You're pregnant."
The information broker's eyes shot up to Namie's face quickly, and she just stared at her, wide eyed and looking confused. It was a rare sight, and it unsettled the older woman. "But…I can't be." Izaya reasoned.
"Let's see, then," Namie took a seat opposite her boss and crossed her legs. "Have you had any unprotected sex recently?"
Izaya 'tsk'ed at that. "Have you tried having protected sex with Shizuo?" She asked, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand as she spoke about her boyfriend, looking at her secretary with a bored expression crossing over her face.
Namie's nose wrinkled just so. "I can't say I have."
"Good." Izaya nodded. "Don't. It doesn't work."
"What do you mean, it 'doesn't work'?"
"I mean that the condom breaks. What else do you think I mean?"
"Oh." Honestly, Namie could have gone without knowing that. "And you've never taken contraceptives?"
The swivel chair squeaked as Izaya spun in it, kicking her foot against her desk to give herself more momentum. "Nope~" She sang out.
"Why?"
"Honestly? I didn't think a beast like Shizu-chan could cross-breed with a human such as myself."
"…Seriously, Izaya?"
The woman laughed as she spun in her chair, nodding her head a bit as her eyes turned upwards with her smirk. "He always is surprising me now, isn't he?" She cooed, her spinning coming to a stop slowly. "Nn…I don't feel well."
"Then stop spinning." Namie chastised. "You're giving yourself motion sickness." She rolled her eyes, leaning forward in her chair as she inquired further. "So? Are you going to be telling Shizuo about this anytime soon?"
"Ha!" Izaya scoffed. "He'll kill me. I'm dead for sure if Shizu-chan ever finds out about this." Se said, and patted her stomach for emphasis.
"So, are you going to terminate it then?"
"Heaven's no! Namie, what on Earth do you take me for?" Izaya put a hand to her collar bone regally, looking offended at such a question. She then lowered her hand to her stomach which was so far still flat. "There's a little human inside of me. I wouldn't dream of harming it."
"So then what are you planning, Izaya?" Namie asked, ignoring her boss's statement.
Izaya 'hmm'd a bit at that question, thinking it over. The hand on her stomach was making small circles around her navel, and the ring on her finger shone in the early afternoon sunlight filtering through the large bay window behind her computer desk.
"I don't have a clue!" Izaya finally said, and laughed, removing her hand from her stomach and placing both left and right hands palm down on her desk as she straightened out again.
"Well if you aren't willing to terminate, then Shizuo is going to find out eventually." Namie reminded.
"It's true, he would find out after a short amount of time. Even his brain could process that something is different about me. No, no, Namie. I'm going to tell him, of course I am. But the trick is to how I'm going to tell him. I have to use tact." The short haired woman tapped her chin with one finger. "How to tell Shizu-chan he's going to be a papa without getting my windpipe crushed…Hmm…"
"Why are you so sure he's going to do something horrible to you?" Namie asked, sounding bored as she pushed herself up from her seat and started towards the bookshelf against the wall. She had to move. This was too odd.
"Ah, I don't know that for a fact. But considering that Shizu-chan is terrified of children, I can only imagine how he would react to learning that I'm carrying his baby." She sighed. "And with our history together, it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to guess that it would be a bloody reaction."
Namie quirked a brow as she moved her long legs, walking away from the desk towards the tall bookshelf to her left. "What do you mean? Shizuo is afraid of children?"
"Oh, petrified!" Izaya's eyes widened and she nodded quickly to answer the question. "He's always telling me how much children frighten him; he says that they're just so small and fragile…he's scared to cause them any harm. It really is an endearing quality about him. His conscious, I mean." Izaya said, and giggled a little.
Namie scoffed. "Well it would certainly make up for the lack of yours."
Of course, now that Namie thought about it, Izaya had a good point . It made sense for Shizuo to be scared of hurting kids if the reason was his inhuman strength. Hell, Namie had watched him hurl her boss through two doors with one throw, not to mention lift trucks and uproot street lights in a rage. If she were a kid, she'd be scared as all hell of him too.
"Ahaha! That it would, that it would!" The younger woman laughed, smiling at her secretary's wit. "Well, all that aside, and considering Shizu-chan's tendency to surprise me in the most irritating of ways, I'm not too sure if I can be one hundred percent about anything right now. I can't guarantee that he will react neither approvingly or disapprovingly. And I don't much like surprises." She sighed. "It really is a pickle I'm in, isn't it?"
Namie shrugged her shoulders as she fingered a bound leather book. "Perhaps it is. I still say that you ought to get it over with and tell him. I mean, if you're scared of his reaction, then why not just tell him over the phone?"
"That would save me the trouble of having my teeth knocked in within the first three minutes, now, wouldn't it? Still, not fool-proof. He'll simply just parade himself over here and do the teeth smashing a bit belatedly. Ah…" Izaya shook her head. "Anyway, while I ponder this, Namie, feel free to take the rest of the day off. I'm simply too in awe to do much today!"
With a giggle and a flourish, Izaya was out of her seat, prancing herself towards the front of her home, where she opened the closet in the hallway and grabbed her black jacket. As she shrugged into it, she continued to talk over her shoulder to her secretary. "I'm going to go and pay a visit to my dear friend… So I see no reason for you to hang around here any longer."
The assistant rolled her eyes a bit, but didn't argue as she followed after Izaya, going to grab for her own coat since it was rather on the chilly side in Tokyo that day. "Try not to get yourself slaughtered before you sign my next check." She said coldly, though of course she was only half serious. She, and probably the rest of the population in Tokyo, assumed Izaya to be all but indestructible when it came to dancing toe to toe with Shizuo.
Said woman laughed a bit as she flung her door open. "Of course not~" She sang out, walking out a few steps and waiting for Namie, who clocked out using the time card that Izaya had set out for her. She grinned at the other woman as they both stepped out into the hall of the building. "Thank you for your time, though, Namie. You're such a good friend."
"Don't call me that." Namie simply snapped, shaking her head. "I'm not your friend. Just your secretary." She reminded. But in all honesty, the bite in her tone had died over the year that she had spent under Izaya's employment.
The short haired woman smiled wide, nodding once. "Right, right… Silly me. Ta~!"
And with a quick flash of the peace sign, Izaya was gone, turning heel and taking off for the elevator that would take her to the ground floor and allow her to leave. She would soon be crossing over into Ikebukuro and heading towards one Kishitani Shinra's apartment complex for a rather abrupt house call.