Disclaimer: All the wonders of Tenipuri belong to Konomi Takeshi respectively. Only the plot and some minor characters in this story belong to me. And my humble apologize to Tezuka Kunimitsu. Please don't make me run laps because it's actually your creator's to blame for making you so much fun to tease.
Mori's Notes: For the sake of an easier life, let's assume that all characters still hold the same roles as in Jr High [other schools' students included] and all 3rd year Regulars are above 18 years of age [which makes them legal].
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Maternity Paternity
By Moribayashi
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Prologue: The Flyin' Ol' Crane
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It was such a beautiful morning in Seigaku Senior High School. Warm sunlight beamed through green leaves of tall oak trees in the schoolyard. Birds chirped merrily high above the flower-covered ground. Spotless blue sky marked the blessing of the day. The sounds of balls hitting the floor could be heard from the school tennis courts, where all the Boys Tennis Club Regular members were doing their early practise. Each of them was in excellent shape and spirit, vigorously chasing and countering the yellow balls in every way possible in order to improve their skills for the upcoming tournaments.
Such a promising day to begin with.
"COUGH! COUGH! OEEEKKH...!!"
Well, maybe not.
"Are you alright, Tezuka?"
The questioned one didn't voice out his answer. Instead, he was leaning hard against the sink, his face rather greenish. Watery eyes and limp gestures explained his current lack of ability to communicate. Although his breathing had gone back to normal, his wobbling legs didn't guarantee the owner to safely make it to the nearby clubhouse door, let alone to the coach bench in court A.
"Here, let me help you walk," a light, soothing voice came from behind him as a pair of strong limbs reached out to support his back.
"Thanks, Ooishi..." Tezuka forced his numb tongue to move.
The vice-captain smiled gently. However, it managed to lessen only a small bit of worried crease between his brows.
"I think you should get some rest in the clubhouse," Ooishi said as it occurred to him that Tezuka was most likely schooling his legs back to court A.
"No.. I'm fine," the bespectacled guy steadied himself upon reaching the fence door, despite a platoon of trapped butterflies brutally rampaging his stomach and the slight throbbing pain in his head.
Ooishi stood and watched the tennis club captain with such expression only the mother hen of Seigaku could attend. He seriously thought Tezuka shouldn't force himself. Judging from his recent condition, the fact that he managed to show up this morning was a sheer luck. For the past two weeks, Tezuka had to pass daily morning practise and entrust the coaching to his vice-captain.
As the said person was now back on the coach bench and quietly watched the game between Echizen and Kawamura, Ooishi resumed to his position behind the fence to observe the game in court B between Momoshiro and Kaidoh.
"Ne, Ooishi, how is Tezuka?" a soft, light voice made him turn his head. Fuji was standing on his left side, eyes crinkling up as usual. Head facing the court, a small smile was plastered on his face.
"Ah, Fuji. Well, he vomited again just now. You know, I seriously think he should skip morning practise," the raven-haired guy replied.
"Yes, I know that. And I think so, too. But he has resolved not to skip even once anymore. And you know how persistent our Buchou is," the brown-haired guy sighed.
"How is he actually, Fuji?"
Fuji's head bowed a little, a real smile was playing ghost on his pale, smooth feature. "The doctor said he's doing fine. All the vomiting and constant headaches are just normal reactions to the change in his body. Just avoid doing much physical exertion and he'll be alright," he replied.
"Aa, that's good to hear," Ooishi smiled back in relief. "And... how are you two?"
"We're both doing fine, thanks for asking. Tezuka's mother also comes by every now and then, checking his condition, bringing him highly nutritious food," Fuji chuckled. "Of course, he has to stop eating my wasabizushi for a while."
"Maa, of course. Won't be good for his health," Ooishi grinned at the funny picture of Tezuka being lost to Fuji at a word game in Kawamura's Sushi and therefore had to eat his share of extremely spicy sushi.
However, the crease between his brows was soon back on its place due to the constant bickering coming from both immature players in court B.
"Hahah! You're slowing down, Mamushi!" Momoshiro taunted his opponent with his typical smirk.
"Shut up, stupid Peach! I'll make you eat the ball!" Kaidoh glared.
"Come on, what's with the bite, Snakey? Or should I say, Snailey?" Momoshiro's face went smug.
"As if you didn't jump like a girl, Broom head!" Kaidoh growled back.
"Snailey don't bite!"
"Broom head don't jump!"
"Quit bickering, you two, or clean the toilet!!" a deep, loud bark nearly made Ooishi jump. He found Tezuka standing on his right side facing the court, death glares shot from behind the rim of his glasses. All noises went dead within a second.
Both guys snapped their heads to face the angry captain. "Oh shoot..." Momoshiro muttered low. Kaidoh hissed.
"Momoshiro! Kaidoh! Thirty laps after practise!"
"Yes, Buchou!" both guys said in perfect unison as they quickly resumed to the game and played quietly.
"Mada mada dane," Echizen said dully. As usual, the first year Regular had won the game against one of his senpai, and was now watching the game in court B.
Fuji chuckled softly. He gave Tezuka a soft reassuring squeeze by his shoulder as the bespectacled guy went pass him to enter court B, while Ooishi watched the captain make his way to the coach bench. Others might not notice, but Ooishi and Fuji saw it that Tezuka's body still swayed even the slightest bit.
Another proof of why he shouldn't have attended early practice.
The raven-haired guy sighed.
Morning sickness was hell.
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It all started that night.
The Seigaku Regulars were invited to Hiroshi Wakato's birthday party at a club downtown. Having accidentally consumed a little too much alcohol in his blood – thanks to Fuji and his suggestive gestures on the dance floor, at which the captain studiously ignored and remained glued to the stool at the far corner of the bar, yet silently glaring daggers at Oshitari, Fuji's dance partner – Tezuka went home drunk and horny. While the older guy was far too drunk to be the top, Fuji was far too happy to take up the seme role for the night. Besides, this would be the best chance to try on Inui's latest innovation, which materialized as a tube of lube.
"This should add 33.9% to your sex endurance, and therefore prolongs the climax," as Inui was promoting, Fuji took a closer look at the small container of pearl blue liquid in his hand. "However, notice that this hasn't been tested out yet. You two are the first couple I asked. But even the risk of it as a failure was reduced to nothing but a harmless, ordinary skin lotion, so you basically have nothing to worry about," explained the data scientist.
Slipping the tube in his jacket pocket, Fuji grinned, "Thanks, Inui. I'll let you know the result."
...which considered as far from failing.
The boys went wild that night. Either it was part of being drunk or the spectacular effect of the newfound double-functioned viagra, or both, Fuji thanked Inui the next day they met at the clubhouse.
"It was the best sex we've ever had," confessed Fuji, a satisfactory smile graced his lips. "Ten times in a row, can you imagine?! Of all the concoctions you shoved us, this one really wins my heart. Again, thanks, Inui."
Looking up from his blue data book, Inui grinned. "No problem, Fuji. I'm the one to thank you guys for being my first beta-testers of my latest formula."
Fuji patted his shoulder and left the clubhouse. Glancing back to take one last look at the data tennis player who was back in his furious scribbling mode, Fuji would've sworn that Inui's glasses glinted with pride, if that was even possible.
So, that was the beginning.
Two weeks later, a freshman found Tezuka-buchou half squatting in the clubhouse, one hand clutching on his stomach as the other gripping on the windowsill to keep his body from falling. His face went white, contorted with pain.
Three weeks after, a close examination on a rather unique medical case had been conducted by several doctors in a hospital, involving a certain Seigaku high school student. Nevertheless, the seemingly endless medical check-ups only managed to bring some minor effects to the activity of the Boys Tennis Club. Days passed by on a relatively peaceful basis, minus constant cheering for Ryouma-sama, painfully loud boasting, insane screaming, and stupid bickering. Of course, as expected from the Boys Tennis Club members, each and every one of them had obtained a certain degree of endurance against such things.
It was eight weeks after the night of the party that something very wrong was beginning to emerge on the surface. This morning, Fuji found Tezuka vomiting in the bathroom for the XXth time since the captain woke up.
"Tezuka, did you eat something weird last night?" the brown haired guy put one hand to massage Tezuka's nape while the other was giving a soothing rub on his back.
"My term of weird, or yours?" The older guy replied dryly, one hand wiping his face with a soft towel.
"Now, now, don't give me that cute face," Fuji commented in amusement at the sight of pouty Tezuka in the mirror. "We both know the food is pretty much innocent."
Tezuka snorted. He still had no idea what evil had possessed him to agree with Fuji to try on a new restaurant which happened to serve an extremely spicy oriental dinner last night. Two years had passed since they decided to share an apartment; still his tongue hadn't obtained an equally high endurance against Fuji's unique taste of food.
However, he knew that Fuji was right; his sickness had nothing to do with the food. Tezuka groaned inwardly. Damn his stomach. The doctors hadn't given him enough explanation on his previous health deficiency, and now this. Just what the hell was wrong with his stomach anyway??
"Still feel like throwing up?" Fuji sneaked his fingers up to caress the back of Tezuka's head, and smiled at the low mixture of groan and purr the guy emitted unconsciously. The ruffled haired guy slightly shook his head in reply.
The prodigy then led his boyfriend back to the bedroom, tugged him gently under the blanket and seated himself by the bed. "There's still time before morning rituals. Get back to sleep, I'll wake you up then," he planted a soft kiss on Tezuka's forehead. Fuji didn't bother asking him to take a day off school simply because it wouldn't work on Tezuka. Running as both president of the student council AND captain of the tennis club was enough proof of an acute future workaholic.
"So, are you seeing the doctor today? We can go together, if you want," Fuji offered.
"Unnh... don't have time yet," the ruffle haired guy answered after a while. "Got a group discussion in physics class at 2.30, a Student Council's hearing at 4.15, and a weekly meeting with Ryuuzaki-sensei at 5.50."
"But you need to get yourself together in order to do all those."
"It's actually not that bad. Sure it'll go away later," with that, Tezuka turned to his side and closed his eyes. How he hated going to the hospital.
But fate had simply proven that instead of the pain going away, Tezuka found himself running to the bathroom to empty whatever it was that filled his stomach every morning. And it had been running for almost three days, so it left him with no option but to squeeze in between his tight schedule an appointment with an internist.
...who later, after one last examination, decided to refer him to, of all experts, an obstetrician.
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TBC.
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Mori's Notes:
- Thanks to Ilya for mentioning in her LJ one year ago about preggy!Tezuka, the idea won't leave my mind ever since. And thanks for introducing me to the realm of Wraeththu, the splendid works by Storm Constantine.
- Myth720 once told me that she saw a picture of Tezuka and Fuji together, with Inui on the background hiding behind a tree holding two books. The green one which was the regular and the smaller blue one that he was scribbling onto. I take it the blue book is where he puts information about – at least - this pairing, so I use it as a reference.
- Feedbacks are cherished.
