AN: UPDATED TO MATCH MOVIE

Rating: K+

Summary: Akihito is not, by definition, patient. And when Mirai is in the hospital, he's a nervous wreck. [Being updated to match with the movie]

I hope you guys like it :D

There are far worse things than this. At least that's what Akihito thought as he paced further. I mean… we've faced much bigger, more fiercer foes… right?

"You might as well be digging a moat, Akkey." The half-shade stopped in mid-stride and looked over at his friend. "You've been at it for the past seven hours. It's making my neck hurt to watch."

"Then try to call Mitsuki again. She should've been here by now!" He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up more. By now, his blonde hair was all over the place because of the countless times he'd done this.

Hiro'omi rolled his eyes. "You should know by now that she'll come on her own time. Besides, it's not like she'd miss this." Akihito didn't give any sign that he'd heard him. "Kuriyama is as much her friend as you're mine."

The younger of the two slumped down onto the nearest bench, his head still in his hands. "I can't even sit still." As if to prove his statement, his leg started bouncing reflexively. "How do they expect me to wait any longer?" He slouched further as his breathing got faster.

Hiro'omi, sensing his nerves, got to his feet and stood behind the half-shade. "Need I remind you, Akkey, she isn't alone. Sakura is with her." Akihito shook his head, muttering incoherent swears and curses before speaking up, "And yet I'm forced to be out here. I want- no… need to be with her… I'm not going to lose her again." His throat constricted at the thought.

The scarf-wearing spirit warrior needn't look at the other's face to know he was close to tears. Without giving any warning, Hiro'omi fit his fingers underneath Akihito's arms, but the blonde gave no resistance or refusal to the action. He only sat there silently as his friend wiggled his hands into his armpits.

Put off by the lack of a reaction, Hiro'omi pulled his arms away, instead using his own pockets to warm them. "And you won't. If she managed to get past her amnesia, she's strong enough to get past this without a scratch."

"I wish I could believe you-"

"Then trust me when I say this. After everything you two have been through… you at least deserve it." Before Akihito could say more, a new voice interrupted, "Onii-chan is right."

He already knew who it was, but he still brought his head up far enough to see past his ruffled hair. As usual, Mitsuki came accompanied by the small yomou on her shoulder, whom was nibbling on what looked like a cookie. "Ah! You see! Even my dear sister agrees with me. You don't doubt her, would you?"

"Hentai…" She muttered under her breath. "I can't believe I left you alone with this idiot. I should've come sooner." She threw herself into the seat next to the blonde. "Damn right, you should have…" Came the responding mumble.

"Akihito… this happens all the time. Stop worrying about her."

With knuckles turning white, he growled back, "You think I haven't tried?! But Mirai is everything to me! I can't just suddenly stop caring about her safety!" Yamiiko hopped from his master's shoulder to Akihito's. The young man did little to nothing when he felt the creature licking his cheek. "I can't lose her… I don't care if the chances are low. I'm going to worry, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

Someone cleared their throat from behind all three of them. "Kanbara-chan?" His head whipped around at the sound of Sakura. "You can come see her now." The half-shade was frozen. Despite his earlier rants about not being let in, now that there was nothing stopping him, he couldn't move. "I-Is she…?" The woman smiled and nodded. "She's fine. Her anemia might have caused some problems early on, but she's okay now."

Akihito let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "She says she wants to see you too… In fact, she hasn't shut up." The man remained rooted to the chair he was in. All his senses were telling him to get up, but it seemed as though his legs weren't listening. "I'd suggest you go see her before she starts having a fight with the nurse on how bad the food is."

The light joke caught his attention. Partly because Sakura rarely showed humor, but more importantly, she was actually right. Given enough time around all this hospital food, anyone would hate it, let alone someone like Mirai. A small smile grew on his face at the thought of her complaining while reluctantly eating the bland potatoes and orange juice.

"A-alright…" The purple yomou on his shoulder gave a few encouraging squeaks before returning to Mitsuki. Akihito could barely get out of the chair without his legs shaking. He literally had to have Hiro'omi help him up, but once he was standing, he managed on his own… barely.

"Well? What are you waiting for, Akkey?" The older spirit warrior tried getting through to him by wiggling his fingers under his armpits. Unlike last time, the blonde let out a short yelp at the contact, leaping away from his friend. "The longer you wait here, the colder my hands will get."

"I-I'm going!" He squirmed and fidgeted, trying to rid himself the feeling of Hiro'omi's fingers. "Just keep your hands away from me!" Mitsuki grumbled something along the lines of "Pervert", but Akihito was unable to hear her. He'd already started making his way to the double-doors were Sakura still stood. Before he brushed past her, she grabbed his arm and told him assertively, "If you don't walk faster, then I'll make you. She's already waited long enough for you."

He swallowed, afraid of the woman. "Understood." His voice was nothing but a squeak, having first-hand experience of Sakura's anger. Without another word, she released him and let him continue on his way.

It wasn't that long a walk, but he was still nervous as hell. If only Mirai could see me now… He laughed to himself at that. Usually it was up to him to be the strong one for her to lean on. Now it seemed as though he could barely stand on his own. Luckily for him, he didn't have much further to go. The room was right around the next corner.

The moment he saw her, he nearly collapsed all over again. Sure, she didn't have her glasses on, but that was meaningless to him. All that mattered to him was the fact that she was okay. "Kuriyama-san." He breathed at the doorway.

The sound carried across the room, making Mirai turn her eyes to him. "S-Senpai." She replied with a smile. He knew that despite her happy mood, she was no doubt exhausted from the whole ordeal.

The pink-haired girl began to push her body into an upright position, but Akihito was by her side in an instant, keeping her from getting up. "No no no. Stay down." She sent a glare his way. "Besides… Your anemia-"

"Fuyukai desu." Those simple words stopped him. Instead of being offended, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "H-how long have you been in the waiting room?"

The blonde found the nearest chair and pulled it up against the bed before answering, "I never left." Grabbing her bandaged hand, he plunked down next to her. "Senpai!" He kept his eyes down and traced circles on her hand with his thumb. "I wasn't going to let you leave me… not again."

An indignant huff came from the small woman in front of him. "I wasn't going anywhere." The half-shade lifted his head and reached out to cup her cheek. "And neither was I. I'm not leaving my bespectacled beauty to go through something like this by herself." He scoffed.

"Fuyukai desu."

The two of them let out their own respective form of giggles, that is, until a nurse came into the room. "Ms. Kuriyama? Mr. Kanbara?" Akihito, still chuckling, looked up at her, only to have the laughter disappear at the sight. Most people who knew him would say he just saw a girl in glasses pass by, but this was far from it… sort of. The nurse was wearing glasses, but that wasn't at all what he was looking at.

His focus was on the bundle in the nurse's arms.

Without standing, there wasn't much he could see, but when a small arm wormed its way out of the blankets, he found that he couldn't breathe. This is real… This is happening.

The nurse smiled, knowing all too well how anxious he must be. In a few strides, she closed the distance between them, making Akihito's heart hammer faster in his chest. "Mr. Kanbara. Would you like to hold him?"

Him?

If he weren't already sitting down, he would've collapsed on the floor. "I-it's a b-boy?" The apprehension in his voice only grew as the nurse held her arms out. "I d-d-don't think I should-"

"Senpai." Mirai said sternly. Keeping his mouth shut, he held his arms out in defeat. The infant was small, probably because he was born a few weeks too early, but that was another thing Akihito didn't care about. Once the baby was secure in his arms, he felt like never letting go. The only distinguishable feature he could spot was the pale pink hair sprouting from his head. Most everything else was what you'd expect of a baby; pudgy body, tiny fingers, and no teeth. Not to mention the dark blue eyes that were staring up at him.

"Hey there, little guy." He shifted his hold on the baby so he had one of his hands free. "I bet you're wondering who I am, huh?" The infant wiggled in his hold, trying to free himself from the confines of the blanket. Mirai, on the other hand, was struggling to get a closer look without alerting Akihito to what she was doing. Her efforts weren't needed though. The moment he had his son in his arms, nothing around him was registered. The nurse had even left the room and he hadn't noticed.

"I-I…" The blonde was almost speechless when the baby grabbed onto one of his fingers. The smile gracing his lips wouldn't, and couldn't stop growing as tears began to pour out of his eyes.

Mirai didn't dare interrupt the sweet moment, and instead, leaned back and watched the two become acquainted. She can scarcely remember Akihito ever acting like this before. In fact, the last time he looked this emotional was when she told him she loved him. Knowing that a newborn brought him to his knees was all she could take. "That's right, I'm your p-papa." The dam she had constructed behind her eyes crumbled down at his words.

"Akihito-kun?"

He was so absorbed in the baby, that he barely acknowledged the fact she had used his first name. "Oh! And this is your mama!" He leaned back to allow the infant to see Mirai, who couldn't stop the waterfalls coming from her eyes. "And she looks even more beautiful with glasses on." To the best of her ability, she playfully slapped his arm. "Fuyukai desu. I don't want him to be a glasses-loving freak like his papa."

The man tried his hardest to look offended, but the baby made it a futile attempt. "I thought you liked my fetish." He was greeted with a weak shrug. "I can't imagine having two perverts like you running around the house at the same time, okay." Before he could retort, his finger suddenly felt wet. Glancing down, he saw that his son had decided it was now his to drool on. "We both agreed on Yuichi, right?" Mirai nodded to confirm. "After Yui…" She sighed.

While her past memories might have never been returned, she was told about certain parts. The truth about her relation with Sakura and her sister came to the surface, but however hard she tries, Mirai is unable to fully remember. Naming her first baby after Yui seemed appropriate to her; her own way of apologizing.

"You hear that Yuichi? You'd better live up to that name and make your mama happy." He tugged on his finger to induce a cooing shrill of excitement from the infant. "He already has." She started wiping away the wet stains on her cheeks. "And you too, Akihito-kun."

This time, he noted the use of his full name, and held his arms out to her. "It's your turn, Kuriyama-san." Immediately, she reached for him, almost too eagerly. If the young man didn't know any better, it looked as though she thought the baby would vanish if she didn't get a hold of it in time.

It was easy enough to hand her Yuichi, but his finger was still firm in his grasp. He pulled to try and free himself, but the baby refused to let go. "I guess I won't be using this hand for a little while, huh?"

"Apparently not." She whispered in awe. Having her son in her arms for the first time was… indescribable. It was even better than she'd imagined it'd be. With so few memories to go on, she'd given up any hopes of having a family. The Cursed Bloodline was shunned upon; looked down on; wiped out even. She knew very well that her baby would share her blood, but whether it would show any 'cursed' traits would be unknown. And it was a risk she wasn't willing to take.

But here she was, sitting in the hospital with her son and half-shade boyfriend. In her mind, she questioned why she didn't want this before. Not to mention Akihito. They were her world now, and she wouldn't change a thing.

-So you don't have to look it up:

-Fuyukai desu is "How Unpleasant"

-Hentai is "pervert"

And the name Yuichi means either "abundant/rich first (son)" or "brave first (son)"