Mizu: Okay. I started this fic a LONG time ago but I didn't want to upload it until I finished one of my other stories. Seeing as to the fact that An Innocent Heart is drawing to a close, I figured it wouldn't hurt to put this story up. Also, when I first started writing this story, I was still in my wonderful Human Anatomy Class disguised as a Bio II class and really upset at the insensitive guys that I'm surrounded by. It didn't help that we were discussing the female reproductive organs and the many problems that girls face when a guy wanted to be disrespectful. Let's just say he got chewed out by ALL of the girls in the class. Anyways, Disclaimer time! I don't Gravitation. If I did, Ryuichi wouldn't be so mean to Eiri after its clear that he has absolutely no chance of him being with Shuichi. Sorry guys. I don't like the RyuXShu pairing. They are brothers in my mind. Nothing more.
Whoa. Pretty rambly. On with the story!
Give It A Try- Chp. 1: Painful Discoveries
He was completely used to pain. His everyday life was filled with it after all. Everyday, he was punched, shot at, blown up; he was thrown off his own stage once due to a crazy fan. Heck, his lover was constantly leaving his ass sore as crud. Then he kicked him in the small of his back as they slept. How he managed that with his ridiculously long legs and stayed pressed up against him, he honestly had no idea.
So when Shindou Shuichi, lead singer of his band Bad Luck, awoke in pain, he really shouldn't have mind, right? Well, maybe it fit was a normal pain. If it was in his legs or lower back, he'd blame it on his lover, Yuki Eiri, for being too rough. If it was in his shoulders or throat, he could have blamed it on his work. He had been singing a lot more than normal actually…
But this pain. This pain was different. It was there but then again it wasn't. It wasn't that bad but yet it was unbearable. Everytime he took a breath, the pain seared through his veins. Somwhow, he just knew that if he moved any part of his body, the pain would intensify. And, if you didn't find that weird enough, this pain was located approximately around his belly button.
Shuichi wanted to get up. He needed to get up. It was already way past his normal time to get up. Actually, he found it surprising that his manager, K-san, had yet to burst into the room and drag his pain-rendered carcass to the studio. Even more surprising was the fact that Yuki had yet to wake up. Normally, even when Shuichi had a rare day off, he was awake and typing in his study by eight o'clock in the morning. It was nearly ten o'clock now. Such a strange morning.
To make it even stranger, Yuki was holding Shuichi tightly against his chest. Not that Shuichi was complaining about it. Far from it actually. It was just such a rare thing for Yuki to do that Shuichi didn't want to move. He didn't want to disturb his sleeping lover. He'd leave that to K-san…
However, the pain in his lower abdomen was slowly getting worse. Shuichi fought against crying out against it. He really didn't want to wake Yuki. Not ever since he found out that he wasn't a morning person until he got his coffee. Also, Shuichi wasn't allowed to make his coffee because he had nearly burned down their apartment last week. So he was stuck until Yuki decided to wake up.
But the pain in his body didn't seem to care about that. Yuki shifted a little in his sleep, gently pressing against Shuichi's stomach. Shuichi bit his lip to try and keep from crying out in pain. That was it. The pain wasn't going to be going anywhere any time soon but Shuichi had to get up. Now the trick was waking up Yuki.
That came to realization when Yuki tried to pull Shuichi closer, pressing their stomachs together a little firmer. Shuichi couldn't take it and let out a slight cry, praying that Yuki's sleeping mind wouldn't try to process it. No such luck.
"B-Brat?" Yuki murmured, pulling back a little before looking at the clock, "Weren't you supposed to be at work at six?"
"Y-Yeah," Shuichi nodded, sighing in relief as the pain ebbed away a little.
"Then why aren't you?" Yuki scoffed, sitting up.
"…it hurts," Shuichi whimpered.
"What hurts?" Yuki sighed, seeing Shuichi pointing to his stomach, "You're stomach? That's a pretty lame excuse."
"Not my stomach," Shuichi murmured, pointing a little lower to his navel.
"There? Did you hit it or something?" Yuki asked, a little worried on the inside on whether or not he had kicked his lover yet again in his sleep.
"No…You didn't kick me at all last night," Shuichi sighed, knowing what his lover feared.
"Hm…" Yuki thought for a second, "Well, go get washed up and I'll take you to work, okay? If it's still bugging you after work, I guess I could take you to a doctor or something."
"Alright, Yuki," Shuichi smiled.
'I'm truly lucky,' both thought as Shuichi staggered into the bathroom.
'The brat really does understand me I guess,' Yuki smiled as he yawned and walked to the kitchen.
Yuki sighed as he started his coffee maker. He remembered how he had heard Shuichi's scream a week earlier. He had been in his study working on a new novel when Shuichi's powerful voice screamed out in terror. Fearing that something had actually had happened to his love (not that he'd ever tell Shuichi that part), Yuki sprinted into the kitchen to see Shuichi trying to frantically put out a fire that surrounded his old coffee maker. The damp rag he had wasn't doing its job and Shuichi somehow was smart enough to not use water on a electrical appliance. So by time Yuki reached him, Shuichi was risking his hands to try and pat out the flame and unplug the device. Yuki quickly found the fire extinguisher and put out the flame. Then he did something he had grown to hate. He snapped at the pinkette.
'Are you some kind of idiot? Who manages to put coffee on fire!' Yuki had shouted at the whimpering rock star.
'I-I'm sorry, Yuki,' Shuichi whimpered, nursing his hands under a cool stream of water at the sink, 'I just thought you had been working for so long on your novel that I should bring you some coffee to drink…'
'You're so worthless, brat! You can't even make coffee!' Yuki snapped before stomping off to his study.
He really hadn't meant it and he was sure that Shuichi knew it. In truth, he didn't really care about the coffee. He had just been so worried about Shuichi. But Yuki Eiri was never one that was good with his emotions. While he was a romance novelist, Yuki really didn't know how to act around others. And Shuichi knew and understood this. He had always been able to see passed Yuki's wall of curses and cruel words into his heart. He knew that Yuki really did love him, though he never said it.
So when Shuichi came in with his hands bandaged up and a Styrofoam cup of coffee from one of the new Starbucks, Yuki couldn't help but smile at the boy. Yuki had never really believed that there was anyone for him in this world. Not after what he did to his teacher, Kitazawa Yuki. Ever since then, he had been a bitter, bitter man, never dreaming of finding of the love that he wrote of. However, that changed when Shuichi bounded into his life. Never before had Yuki felt so attached to someone. Never had he felt so loved and wanting to love. Shuichi had accepted him for everything he was, every single con that he had and the very few pros. He was absolutely perfect to Yuki. Yuki guessed you could say that he thought Shuichi was his soul mate.
'So long as no one tells the brat that,' Yuki thought as he sipped his coffee, smiling.
That smile slowly receded off of Yuki's face. Worry started to fill his soul as he thought about what Shuichi told him that morning. Shuichi, even though he acted like a big cry baby when it came to him spending time with the rock star, never complained about anything to Yuki. Yuki just supposed it was another thing that Shuichi understood from when they had first met. He was so hung up over his old teacher that any stress from anything could push him over the edge. Though he still got angry easily, Shuichi had helped him passed that, and now he was so much better and happier. So now, Yuki felt really bad that Shuichi was afraid of burdening him with his problems. They were lovers after all, right? Shouldn't they help each other with their problems?
Something did seem a little off about Shuichi though. His eyes looked a little glazed over with what Yuki could only presume to be pain. It really looked like he was only partially there. He hadn't even tried to get up and go to work when he had woken up late. Something was defiantly wrong with the rock star. Forcing his protective boyfriend side back, Yuki made a mental note to take the kid's temperature when he came into the room.
A sudden, high, blood curdling scream erupted from their bathroom, causing Yuki to drop his coffee mug and cover his ears. Honestly, Shuichi had no idea how powerful his voice was. After Yuki recovered from the ringing in his ears, his protective boyfriend rushed back up as he rushed to the bathroom. What he saw there made him take a few steps back. His mouth was suddenly dry and no words escaped him.
For there in the bathroom, sitting on the floor of the bathroom in somewhat of a shock/pain induced trance was his Shuichi. His eyes were nearly completely blank except for the few tears that were slowly rolling down his cheeks. He was propped up against the sink while his limbs just rested on the ground as if paralyzed. Yuki could understand why though. For when his eyes finally reached the rock star's boxers, his breath caught in his throat. They were drenched in blood. Blood that seemed to be slowly spreading.
Finally snapping out of his daze, Yuki rushed forward and carefully picked up the tiny man before rushing to his front door. He only paused to grab his keys, after making sure that the coffee machine truly was off, before he was out the door. Just as he reached his car did the infamous blonde-haired, American manager of Shuichi's finally make his appearance. The man just took one look at his star client and quickly got into Yuki's car, in the back of course. Why, Yuki didn't know until he heard a few gun shots going off and saw about twenty cars turn off the road in front of him.
'Heh. The idiot comes in handy after all,' Yuki thought as he raced towards Shuichi's private doctor.
Yes, he was going to the private idiot that took care of Shuichi's family. Why? Well, even though he was worried about Shuichi's health, Yuki had to also take into account of the paparazzi that stalked the two of them every waking moment. Should he step out of his car and into the emergency room of a public hospital with a bleeding Shuichi, the press would have a field day. Instead of putting his lover through all of that stress, Yuki was speeding down the streets with a gun happy American in his back seat shooting at whoever was unlucky enough to be on the road. They made it to the doctor's in a record amount of time though…
"I have good news and bad news," the doctor named Kazuhiro Arata said as he walked into the cozy little waiting room.
"Where's Shuichi?" Yuki asked almost immediately.
"Just down the hall," Dr. Arata stated, "Do you want to see him?"
"What kind of question is that?" Yuki growled, scaring a random kid in the waiting room.
"Err…right," Dr. Arata nodded, leading Yuki down the hall, "He's awake but quite dazed at the moment. Try not to frighten him."
"Frighten him?" Yuki questioned.
"Well this was a rather traumatic experience, mind you," Dr. Arata chuckled, "I can only presume that he'll be a little jumpy right now."
"Jumpy?" Yuki repeated.
'This guy really doesn't know shit about his patient, now does he?' Yuki thought to himself as he walked into the room only to be tackled by a crying head of pink.
"Yuki!" Shuichi cried, trying to bury his face in the blonde's chest.
"Does this look frightened and jumpy to you?" Yuki sighed, patting the brat's head.
"You weren't here when I woke up, Yuki!" Shuichi kept on with his whine.
"That's cause I wasn't allowed in yet, idiot," Yuki stated, helping Shuichi back to his bed, "And why are you even out of bed?"
"Cause you weren't here and I was afraid that something happened," Shuichi whimpered, drying his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Geez, you really are pathetic," Yuki said with what for Yuki was a gently smile.
"Yuki-san! Stop harassing Shindou-kun!" Dr. Arata snapped.
"It's okay, Kazuhiro-san," Shuichi smiled.
'Cause in Yuki-ese, that's I'm glad you're okay,' Shuichi thought as he smiled happily.
"So what's the news?" Yuki asked, after tucking Shuichi back in. (don't ask why. You don't see Shuichi complaining)
"Ah yes, well the bad news is to fix whatever this is, Shindou-kun would have to undergo a lengthy surgery," Dr. Arata stated, eyes locked with Shuichi's.
"Wh-What!" Shuichi squealed until Yuki quickly covered his mouth.
"Hush!" Yuki ordered gently, "I don't want you breaking my eardrum with that voice of yours."
Shuichi whimpered a little from behind his lovers hand.
"Geez, you're really going to start giving Ryuichi a run for his money," Yuki smirked, loving the way his lover's face lit up before he turned back to the doctor, "So what's the good news?"
"Well we don't have to perform surgery cause there really isn't anything wrong with Shindou-kun," Dr. Arata smirked.
"…huh?" both men gaped.
Dr. Arata chuckled, "You see, I've been keeping a close watch on Shuichi ever since I noticed he was a little…different."
"Different?" Shuichi repeated.
"Yes. Do you remember when you were younger and had to come here for appointments almost every week?" Dr. Arata asked, sitting next to the pinkette.
"Yeah but don't all teens have to do that?" Shuichi questioned, looking at Yuki.
"No. Once every six months is good but rare," Yuki shook his head.
"Then why-" Shuichi started to ask.
"Well, we noticed something different about you when you were seven. So we decided that we needed to keep a close eye on you while your body was changing throughout puberty," Dr. Arata stated, "But since you didn't have any problems once you hit seventeen, I just assumed that you'd be fine for the rest of your life. Until now at least."
"What are you talking about?" Shuichi whined, "I don't get any of this!"
"You're saying that you knew of the cause of this but didn't think it would do him any harm until now, right?" Yuki dumb it down for his lover.
"Oh…" Shuichi nodded.
"As I was saying earlier, this new development won't harm you in any way, Shindou-kun. It's just…" Dr. Arata took a deep breath, "That you'd have to deal with…a monthly bleeding until you're like fifty if you choose not to undergo surgery."
Yuki's eyes widened immediately and stared shocked at the doctor, "N-No way. That's not possible."
"Quite the opposite. It's very possible," the doctor sighed, "While this condition is rare, it's not all that unheard of."
"monthly bleeding…" Shuichi whispered, for once understanding what his doctor told him.
"Yes," Dr. Arata nodded, "You've always had an undeveloped uterus that lies just above your bladder."
"Why didn't you fix that when I was younger!" Shuichi demanded, tears starting to fall rapidly from his eyes.
"Your parents didn't have the money to," Dr. Arata stated, "We really had to sit down and figure out a suitable plan of payment for them for all your doctor visits. That they could handle. But the surgery would cost so much more."
"Still…" Shuichi whimpered as his lover gently squeezed his hand.
"What do you wanna do, brat?" Yuki questioned the younger male.
"I-I dunno…" Shuichi mumbled.
"I can give you some time to think it over. I don't want you to rush into anything that you aren't prepared for," Dr. Arata stated.
"I-I'm not prepared for?" Shuichi repeated, laughing cruelly for a split second, "And do you think I was ready for this? That I was ready to be told that I have a female sex organ inside of me!"
"I know that you're upset," Dr. Arata sighed, "But try to look on the bright side of things."
"How could there possibly be a bright sid-" Shuichi started to snap.
"You could carry your lover's child," Dr. Arata smirked, loving how that immediately shut up Shuichi as well as causing Yuki's eyes bulge out of his head, "You are now capable of carrying a child, though you'd still have to use a donor's eggs. But you'd get the joy of carrying it and bringing it into the world. "
Shuichi just gaped at his doctor as a bright shade of red covered his face.
"Th-There isn't any way that he'll get…you know," Yuki paused, trying to collect the correct words before he spoke, "pregnant from-"
"No, that would be virtually impossible. A) because he doesn't carry ovaries or anything that would produce eggs. He's still a boy after all, even if he does have an extra part inside of him," Dr. Arata explained, "And B.) Even if he did, there would be no way that the sperm of another male to reach it. That's physically impossible."
"Then how am I-" Shuichi started to ask.
"The reason that you're "bleeding" is because your body has created a small pathway for the "bleeding" to leave the body by connecting with your urethra," Dr. Arata said, watching for any sign that his patient understood, "Or in other words, your body made it possible for you to bleed out through your manhood."
"So what should he do?" Yuki questioned, having no idea what they were going to do now.
"Well, I suggest we give him some pain killers now and figure out what kind of sanitary napkin works best for him," Dr. Arata smiled, "By the way, his "bleeding" shouldn't last more than a couple of days."
"That's good," Yuki sighed, "Right, brat?"
Shuichi just shrugged. Yuki looked at him in a bit of mild shock but brushed it off to being the shock of everything they had just learnt. Truthfully, he didn't even know what to make of it. He knew that he wasn't disgusted or freaked out about it. He also knew that he still loved Shuichi (still wouldn't tell him that though) no matter how different he was. But the idea of Shuichi carrying his child…At first, it freaked Yuki out completely yet now…
Now Yuki was starting to get excited. He knew that he truly did care about Shuichi and never wanted him to ever leave him. But before this, there had been something bugging. His father had asked him if he was ever going to find a woman and settle down with her to give him some more grandkids. Yuki knew that he should have just let this go but then he made the mistake of asking Shuichi that night what he thought about kids.
"Honestly, Yuki…I really want to have kids. But I don't wanna adopt," Shuichi had told him, "I mean, if we ever decided to have kids and found a kid that we couldn't let go of, I would totally go for it but…"
"But what?" He had asked the boy, noticing the sad look on his face.
"I just think…I just want to have kids that share the same genes as us. I know that's not possible but…At least yours. If we ever had kids, maybe I'd prefer a surrogate mother or something," Shuichi said, staring down at the ground as tears licked the edges of his eyes before he had turned to smile and laugh at Yuki, "But I know better than that. I know that you don't want kids right now so that doesn't matter."
Yuki had never seen the kid so depressed. It made his heart ache to see his pinkette that way. He knew then that his lover desperately wanted to start a family with him but that fear, the fear of pushing Yuki too far and putting too much stress on him, was holding him back. Add that to the fact that he really wanted their children to actually be their own kids, and Yuki could understand why Shuichi was so upset. It was one of the few disadvantages to being gay.
There was also another disadvantage that Yuki now thought of. What if they did have a kid? That child would technically be a bastard child because its parents wouldn't be married. They couldn't, at least not where they lived. If they did decide to have a kid, they would have to go somewhere and get married. Not because it was right but more so for Shuichi's sake. Yuki knew that his lover's morals about family and wouldn't try to step in-between them. Shuichi felt strongly about the idea that children should really only be brought into the world if the parents where ready and married. Why, the writer had no idea.
But that was something that Yuki wasn't sure he was ready for. He knew he couldn't even think of leaving Shuichi but he didn't like the title of marriage. It made everything seem so final with the line of "Till death do we part". It made him uneasy. Yuki also knew that Shuichi knew this and that's why he hadn't pressed it. Again, another thing that Shuichi was willing to sacrifice to stay by the novelist's side.
For what though? Yuki had been so cruel to him and now he was basically the only thing holding him back from having everything he ever wanted. Shuichi was starting to become more popular than he was. Yuki only knew this from the fact that when they received their fan-mail and love letters in the passed few months, Shuichi's bags where starting to out number his own. So if Shuichi really wanted to, he could leave and find someone to take Yuki's place. He knew that the crybaby pinkette wouldn't but that didn't make it any better. It actually made him feel worse because he couldn't make Shuichi as happy as the rock star had made him, no matter how he seemed to feel.
Yuki instantly made up his mind. He was going to make sure that Shuichi got this chance to be happy. He'd make sure that when they were ready, he'd help Shuichi achieve his life's dreams of family. He promised that silently to his precious pink-head.
"Man, this sucks," Shuichi whimpered, "Why are we taking this gig?"
"Cause Tohma agreed to it while you were gone yesterday," Hiro said, tuning his guitar.
"Shouldn't he get everyone's approval for it first?" Shuichi whined.
"Both Fujisaki and I agreed to it," Hiro smiled at his friend, "Two out of three wins, Shu."
"Traitor…" Shuichi pouted.
"Stop that," Fujisaki sighed, "We need to start practicing before that reunion. Why are you so against it anyways, Shindou?"
"Hiro didn't tell you?" Shuichi asked, blinking in confusion before turning to glare at his best friend, "You jerk!"
"Hey, I didn't think that you'd be so against it," Hiro defended.
"What's going on here?" K asked as he walked into the room.
"Shuichi's upset at the gig on the fourth of September," Fujisaki sighed, "Though I don't know why."
"Because it's Hiro's and mine class reunion," Shuichi pouted.
"Really? You've been out of school for five years already?" Fujisaki blinked, "I thought that you two joined up with NG when you were nineteen though."
"We did," Shuichi said, leaning his chair backwards, "But we graduated when I was seventeen. My birthday was about a week after graduation."
"And now your twenty-two," Fujisaki thought aloud, "Wow…This will be your fifth year."
"Yep and I still don't want to see all of those bastards from our class," Shuichi growled.
"Come on it won't be that bad," Hiro laughed.
"For you, maybe," Shuichi sighed, 'But those guys all hated me. I never did anything to them but yet they all found some reason."
"Hated you? I thought Hiro said that all the girls in your class loved you two," K repeated, cleaning his prized magnum.
"The girls loved us to the extent of something taboo," Shuichi sighed again, leaning his chair back a little further, "Who are we waiting on anyways?"
"Sakano-san," Hiro stated, strumming a few notes.
"Ah," Shuichi nodded.
"Taboo?" Fujisaki asked, sitting across from Shuichi, who now had a leg propped up on the table.
"Yeah, Hiro and I faked being gay with each other to get out of a lot of crud," Shuichi stated, staring out the window, "Whenever we thought we were gonna get in trouble, we'd fake being gay to convince the girls to let us leave the classroom."
"Of course there was that one-" Hiro smirked.
"Hiro!" Shuichi snapped, a faint blush on his face.
Hiro just laughed at his friend's reaction, "Anyway, other than that, we were pretty much ignored by everyone."
"Well, Hiro wasn't totally ignored. Almost every girl in class had a crush on you," Shuichi stated, returning his gaze to the window.
"Wha?" Hiro blinked.
"Yeah. I was pulled aside several times a day by wacko girls that wanted to know what I had and they didn't," Shuichi said, "Other than the obvious. They were all so upset that I, even thought it was fake, was with Hiro. Me, the class clown who looked like he was still in his second year of middle school. Me, the drama and choir dork. Me, the kid that had bright pink hair and was the scrawnier than most of the girls there."
"Shuichi," Hiro said.
"And because the girls paid so much attention to Hiro which resulted in them paying more attention to me, all the guys hated me because they thought that I was getting all the girls. That and if they had gym with me, the made sure I was in the shower or something before they turned their backs on me," Shuichi nearly snickered, remembering when one of the jocks had slipped on some soap because he kept trying to keep Shuichi in front of him.
"How come you never told me this, Shu?" Hiro questioned.
Shuichi shrugged, "I guess I just thought that it didn't really matter. It was their personal opinions, after all."
"But still-" Hiro started to say.
"It's fine, Hiro," Shuichi smiled, towards the guitarist, "Look at us now. What those guys did back then doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that I'm worried about when we get there is if they'll make a big deal about my relationship with Yuki."
"I guess you're right," Hiro smiled as he looked over to Fujisaki, who was also smiling.
"Of course I'm right!" Shuichi laughed loudly, pushing the chair back just a little bit more, "I'm the great Shindou Shuichi after al-"
Suddenly Shuichi felt a sharp pain from his lower abdomen . Gasping out in pain, the rock star lost his balance and fell completely backwards. Hiro, stunned that his cat-like friend was down on the ground, was at his side in an instant.
"Shuichi!" Hiro gasped.
"I-I'm fine," Shuichi whimpered, "J-Just a really bad muscle spasm."
"Muscle spasm?" Hiro repeated, looking up at the concerned face of K and Fujisaki.
"Y-yeah, that's why I wasn't here yesterday. I had to go to the doctor to find out what was going on and that's what he told me," Shuichi said, pasting a smile onto his face.
Hiro seemed to miss the fakeness of Shuichi's smile as well as the confused face on K. Instead, he just helped his friend to his feet as Sakano walked into the room. Soon, Shuichi's little accident was forgotten as the sound of their music filled the room. It was another normal day (as normal as a life of Shindou Shuichi could be).
"Why didn't you tell him?" K asked the singer as he drove him home.
"Hm?" Shuichi blinked at the American.
"Why didn't you tell Hiro the truth?" K asked, glancing over at Shuichi.
"Why would I?" Shuichi sighed, staring out the window, "It's not like I'm gonna be this way for much longer."
"What do you mean?" K asked, casting a confused look towards the rock star.
"Yuki hasn't spoke to me ever since we got back from the doctors," Shuichi shrugged, "He's been in his study ever since. That means he's not happy."
"Not happy with what?" K nearly snorted.
"With what's going on with me," Shuichi replied, "When I get home, he'll probably tell me the day I'm going in for surgery. Then it will all go back to normal."
"That still doesn't tell me why you didn't tell Hiro," K pointed out.
"If I told Hiro, he'd get all worked up and worried over me," Shuichi sighed, "Then in a months time I'll have to tell him that I got rid of the extra part and put even more stress onto him. This way, all I'll have to tell him is that I had appendicitis and had to have my appendix removed."
"Smart plan," K whistled, impressed as he pulled to a stop in front of the rock stars place of residence.
"Thanks. Well," Shuichi beamed, getting out, "Thanks for the ride K! See ya tomorrow!"
Mizu: I think I need to warn you guys about my little quirk ahead of time.
Shuichi: What's that Mizu-chan?
Mizu: chan…Anyways, I have this thing with families…um…
Yuki: Just spit it out already.
Mizu: I like REALLY big families. Like, parents with a lot of kids kind of families. But nothing like more than eight kids. I've recently fallen in love with the number six for kids, actually. So…Yeah, just thought I'd throw that out there and warn you guys.
Shuichi: So does that mean Mizu wants a big family?Mizu: Oh, no you don't! Don't turn the spot light on me. I only mentioned that for my future plans with you!.
Yuki: Great…
Mizu: Anyway, I enjoy all reviews and suggestions. And by the way, no. I am not planning on making Shuichi have six kids or anything like that. It's just that my mind won't leave me alone with the thought of Yuki being tormented by little mini brat- *cough cough* err, little mini Shuichi's. So, seeing as that's it… Ciao for now!