Okay, so, I've been trying to come up with funny fanfic ideas for a while now. For some reason, I've been having a lot of trouble with this! It's Zexal, it shouldn't be that hard! Anyway, I've pondered the idea for a keyshipping mpreg for a while and figured, hey, why not? That could be funny! This will also be my first non one-shot fic that I've done in quite some time. So, here it is!

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"Ugh," Yuma moaned as he exited the bathroom and retreated back up into the attic. He had been up and down all night with a sour stomach and wasn't quite sure why. He wasn't around anyone that was sick, nor had he eaten anything different.

"What's the matter, Yuma?" Astral asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

"It's okay, Astral, I've just got a stomachache." Yuma responded.

"Is that dangerous?" The spirit asked, noting how Yuma had his hand pressed against his abdomen in an effort to reduce the pain.

Yuma shook his head and crawled back up into his hammock. "Nah," He said. "Everybody gets one once in a while."

Astral nodded in understanding and floated closer to the boy.

"Is there something I can do?"

Yuma shifted in his hammock to fight off another wave of discomfort. He turned towards Astral.

"Not really, I just kinda have to sweat it out. Don't worry, Astral, it's fine."

Astral sighed and kneeled down towards Yuma, reaching out a hand and hovering it over the boy's forehead. Even though he couldn't touch Yuma, he could feel an impressive amount of heat radiating from him.

"Yuma," Astral began, still a bit concerned. "I believe you may have, what did you call it before, a fever? Your head feels warm."

Yuma ran a hand over his face and found that this was indeed true. 'Great,' He thought, 'I probably have the flu.'

"The flu?"Yuma jumped, he forgot that Astral could hear his thoughts.

"Yeah, it's called the 'flu'. I've only had it once before and it was not fun."

Astral titled his head. "Perhaps you should inform your sister or your grandmother? I do not believe it is safe for you to attend school like this."

"But if I tell them then they'll make me stay home!" Yuma whined, "And if I stay home from school then that means I don't get to duel!"

Astral shook his head in disapproval. "Your health is more important than dueling, Yuma. Collecting the numbers can wait a few more days. I want you to get better first."

Yuma smiled at that. "Thanks, Astral. That means a lot."

Astral smiled back briefly before both boys turned their attention towards the attic's entrance and found Akari making her way up the ladder.

"Yuma?" She questioned with concern, "I keep hearing you in and out of the bathroom, is everything okay?""Not really, Akari. I think I might have something." Yuma answered quietly, his sickness taking a toll on his strength.

Akari frowned and walked towards him, Astral politely moving out of her way even though he knew she couldn't see him. She reached out a hand and pressed it against his forehead, then his cheeks, then his neck.

"Yuma!" She cried. "You're burning up! Here, let me get you some aspirin or something."

Yuma watched her exit the room and relaxed back into his hammock.

"Ugh," He moaned again, his hand returning to his abdomen and his face scrunching up with pain. Astral eyed him sadly, wishing there was something he could do.

"Here," Akari said, bustling back into the room as fast as she could, "Take these." She handed her brother two little white pills and a glass of orange juice, waiting for him to swallow before taking the glass from him and setting it on the table beside his hammock.

"Just stay in bed, okay? I'll let grandma know you're sick. There's no way you're going to school tomorrow." She said, leaning down to kiss his forehead before leaving the room once more.

"Do you feel any better?" Astral asked, hoping the medicine had brought some relief to the boy.

Yuma shook his head. "It takes a little while for the pills to kick in. I think I'm just gonna go to sleep."Astral nodded and bid him goodnight, floating back down to sit on the floor and gaze out the open window. Yuma began to drift off to sleep until a swell of nausea overcame him and he sprang from his hammock and ran back downstairs. Astral heard the bathroom door slam off in the distance. He sighed. 'Oh, Yuma.' He thought to himself. 'I hope you're really alright…'

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"Come on, dear, you need to eat something." Haru said, setting a glass of water next to her young grandson's untouched bowel of soup. Yuma sat with both elbows on the table, his aching head in his hands as he stared at the meal his grandmother had prepared for him.

"No thanks, grandma." He said, "I can't even think about food right now."

Haru smiled. "Well, you're definitely sick, then, aren't you?" She joked, sitting down in the chair beside him. "Trust me, dear, you'll feel much better."

Akari looked up from her computer at him from across the table.

"Grandma's right, Yuma," She said. "You'll never get better this way."

Yuma sighed childishly. "Fine." He picked up the spoon and tried a couple bites, frowning as his sick body fought to keep down the nourishment. "There."

Haru frowned, forcing the spoon back into his hand. "The whole bowel, Yuma."

"I really can't, grandma. I'll get sick."

Haru sighed. "Alright, but I want you to try again later. Go on back upstairs and lay down."

Yuma nodded and went to stand; however, as soon as his body was upright he was overcome by a wave of dizziness. His vision speckled and he collapsed to the floor.

"YUMA!" Haru cried. She and Akari ran to him, the latter shaking his shoulder gently. Yuma blinked his eyes open and stared up at the both of them in slight confusion. Astral watched from behind the trio with wide eyes, overwhelmed with concern.

"Woah…" Yuma whispered quietly, squinting his eyes a few times to adjust to the light. "What just happened?"

Haru had her hand over her heart in relief. "Oh, Yuma, dear. You fainted on us, are you alright?"

Yuma nodded as Akari helped him sit up.

"This is way worse than just the flu, grandma," Akari said. "We should get him to the hospital."

Haru nodded in agreement and helped her granddaughter aid Yuma in standing. Both woman wrapped Yuma in blankets and quickly ushered him out into the car. Astral retreated himself back into the key until Yuma had been transferred to a safer place.

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Haru and Akari sat impatiently in the waiting room. Yuma had been taken back for examination over 45 minutes ago and no one had come out to confirm his condition. After what felt like several more hours of waiting, a doctor appeared from behind the ER's double doors and approached the family.

"You both are here for the young Mr. Tsukumo, correct?" He questioned kindly.

Akari and Haru nodded, the latter holding onto her granddaughter's arm for emotional support. "Is my grandson okay?" She asked urgently. "Please tell me my grandson's okay!"

The doctor raised both hands in an attempt to calm both woman. "Don't worry, Yuma's going to be fine. I've just come out here to discuss the situation with you."

Akari frowned. "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Well," The doctor began, looking around at the near empty waiting room to ensure that their conversation stayed private. "Yuma's test results are showing some rather peculiar information."

Both woman's eyes widened as they clung to each other, Akari waving her hand wildly and urged him to continue.

The doctor took a deep breath and leaned in closer. "Yuma's blood and urine samples are showing high quantities of the hormone hCG, or the Human Chronic Gonadotropin hormone. Now, the interesting part is that this hormone is only found in one place, a pregnant woman."

Akari's mouth dropped open and she forcibly suppressed the urge to laugh. "You cannot be serious. Are you saying my brother is…?"

The doctor inhaled again and nodded slowly. "An ultrasound has confirmed it for us. There is a living, breathing, embryo inside on Yuma. To put it point blank, yes, Ms. Tsukumo, your brother is pregnant."

Haru and Akari shared the same expression, eyes as wide as possible and mouths stuck open. Akari was the first to recover from the shock.

"But…but…but…Yuma's…Yuma's a BOY!" She cried, receiving a whack from her grandmother for being too loud.

The doctor shook his head. "Our staff is desperately trying to figure this out. We're just as confused as you two, but we're doing everything we can to get to the bottom of this. But I just want you to know that aside from all this Yuma is perfectly healthy and he is going to be just fine. Would you like to see him?"

The woman nodded vehemently and followed the doctor back into the ER.

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Well, there's the first chapter! I'll try to update this thing as often as I can, hopefully once a week. I'm going to try to make this a dramedy. You know, a little bit of drama with a little bit of comedy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you at the next one!