Point of No Return
Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica is the property of Nakamura Shungiku.
Warnings: Yaoi and mpreg (cuz I've never written one before).
Hiya! This has been sitting in my computer for a while and I decided to finish it so I could post it. I hope you enjoy~!
Prologue
Tears blurred her eyesight as the lone soldier continued to tell her of her husband and son's death in the war. It no longer mattered though; after she had heard that they had died everything else the man said all sounded the same. They had died an honorable death, he said and he was sorry for her loss. After he had given her his consents, he was gone, off to tell another family that their loved one's had passed away.
It wasn't until she was in the comfort and safety of her own home, where no one would judge her for her weakness that she collapsed to the ground sobbing. So, that was it, they were gone. They were never returning, she would never hear their voices again or see them ever again. Another bout of tears hit her as she continued sobbing until her voice was hoarse.
"Mama?" A small voice whispered next to her. A small hand tugged on the sleeve of her kimono and she looked up into the large green, worried eyes of her child. "Please don't cry, mama, I don't like it when you cry." He said softly, reaching up to brush the tears from her eyes.
Throwing her arms around him, she pulled him up to her chest and sniffled, willing her tears to disappear. He was all she had left now; she had to be strong for him. She would make sure no one ever stole him away from her, like they did with her husband and other child; she'd fight the whole Japanese army if she had to.
He snuggled into her embrace, nuzzling his face into her bosom. He didn't know what the man had said to make his mama so upset, but he would see to it that she got better.
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"Mama! I'm home!" Misaki called as he entered the home, dusting off his kimono and taking off his shoes.
"Welcome home," a voice wheezed from inside, followed by a harsh sounding cough. Misaki winced at the sound and quickened his pace. Making his way to his mother's room, he smiled softly at her. She smiled weakly back at him. After his brother and father had passed away, his mother had withdrawn into herself and had gone to drastic measures to make sure he couldn't be taken away from her as well. They moved away and his mother started dressing him like a girl and let his hair grow longer. Due to his small stature, it was easy to disguise himself as a girl. He wasn't exactly proud of the act but if it made his mother happy, he'd do it. It was hard but he was glad. His mother gestured to the space next to her, motioning for him to sit down. She took a deep breath once he did and squeezed his hand. "Honey, we have to talk." She said.
"About what?" Misaki asked nervously.
"A man came over earlier today to speak to me," she started, "about an arranaged marriage." She held up her hand, silencing Misaki's words as he began to speak. "He wants you to marry his youngest son, Akihiko." Misaki's face paled dramatically. "I told him no several times, but he was very persistent and wouldn't take no for an answer."
"D-do you want me to marry, mama?" Misaki asked, his voice trembling.
"No, no, I would never force you to do that. I'm asking you to consider it. Usami-sama offered a lot for you to be married to his son..." She trailed off, looking guilty.
"Mama, is there something wrong?"
"We need the money, Misaki." She said. "They're going to take the house and we'll be out on the streets. I'm so sorry, Misaki. It's my fault that it ended up like this, that you're unable to get a good paying job." She sobbed, her head falling onto Misaki's chest. Misaki wrapped his arms around his mother, brushing a hand through her long brown hair as she cried.
He knew he should at least consider the marriage. If he married his mother would be taken care of and as long as he stopped his husband from consummating the marriage and he kept the fact that he was a male under wraps, there wouldn't be a problem. It was a tough decision to make, but for his mother, he'd do anything.
...Good? Bad? Terrible? Tell me what you think! Please review!