Mistaken Identities
By: Trunks lil sis
Oh yes, this is officially called an obsession. MPREG is not a normal obsession and I have yet to inform my mother of this, frankly I'm afraid she'll have a heart attack. She knows I'm obsessed with Yaoi, and she thinks my best friend, (YamiEmmy) is a lesbian and trying to seduce me to the lesbian side of life. I preformed a perfect anime fall at her accusation.
This is Yaoi and this is a Prologue. It is corny, it is stupid, and I'm not good at thinking up ways to make men pregnant. ^_^ Hey, I'm an author, if I say they are, they are, it's not my job to explain it!
As usual YamiEmmy is and will always be my beta, so if you have any flames on her beta'ing (is that a word) contact her and she'll be thrilled. If she doesn't kill you first. Personally I think she need to pull that stick out of her ass. She's just pissed I got this kick ass Yami shit and didn't get her one! ^_^; it's not my fault, I forgot about her.
So with that said, on with the story. And you can blame her if you hate this story. She raved about how much she liked it and practically forced me into posting it. I've got the next three parts written and I'm just waiting to here from you. I enjoy flames just a bit more then happy reviews but I'll take both!
Prologue: Forgetting
Duo opened his eyes to the early morning hours and sighed happily. He turned his head just slightly so he could see the other occupant of the bed. Duo felt an arm tighten around him and he smiled.
"I gotta get up, Heero." Duo whispered to his husband. Heero, still sleeping, loosened his grip and turned on his side. Duo stroked the usually hard expressed face. He confided to himself that when Heero was sleeping, was truly the only time he was innocent.
Duo chuckled to himself quietly before shrugging completely out of Heero's grasp and rolling off the bed. Half way out of the bed his feet caught the edge of the still tucked in silk sheet and he crashed to the floor. He thankfully had kept his mouth shut during his fall. He was sure Heero would have woken if he had made any noise besides his body hitting the soft carpet.
Duo pulled himself off the floor and his eyes met the calendar. He smacked himself in the face when he spotted the circled 14 of the second month. He quickly rushed over to his closet and pulled out his clothes. After slipping on a black sweatshirt, he ran a hand through his hair, promising it a good brushing when he got back.
He raced from the room and as he passed through the kitchen, he grabbed the keys off the rack. He shoved a piece of bread into his mouth while simultaneously writing a short note to Heero explaining he had gone out for a few minutes. (Just in case Heero woke before he got back.)
Closing the house/garage door behind him, he entered the garage and hopped over to his car, while still trying to get his shoes on. He opened the door and pressed the garage door opener button. As Duo slid into the car seat he felt his stomach turn and he pressed a hand there. He made a mental note to go back to the doctors later that week, four weeks of nausea was not normal.
Snapping his seat belt buckle, he turned in his seat to back the car out of the driveway. As soon as he was on his way down the street, he reached to the passenger seat of the Lexus to grab his planner.
He took his eyes off the road just momentarily to check that he had made reservations for them at an expensive restaurant. He turned back to the road when he felt the car drift to the other side of the road. As he jerked the car back, the planner fell back to the floor of the passengers seat and out of reach. Duo tried many times to reach the book but his seat belt stopped him every time.
Growling in frustration, he pushed the button to release his seat belt and reached down all the way to retrieve it. He looked back up at the road just in time to see the car lights in front of him. He slammed on the breaks but because of the iced over roads, his car went sliding into the car ahead of him.
Duo looked fairly surprised at the car ahead of him. The cars had barely hit, but nonetheless, Heero was going to kill him. Duo watched the person in the car he had hit open their door. Duo banged his head on the steering wheel; still surprised the air bag hadn't come out.
He turned off the ignition and rolled down his window. A woman's hard face met his. "Do you have any idea what you've done!" Duo rolled his eyes and reached over to his glove compartment. Reaching in he drew out a pad of paper and wrote a few numbers down.
"I'm very sorry ma'am. If you'll call that number, my secretary will give you all of my car insurance information." Duo listened to the woman rant for a few more minutes before she accepted the piece of paper and went back to her car.
Duo finally stepped out to inspect the damage. He had to admit that his car had handled things very well. He would need another paint job and the front might have to be fixed a bit, but that was what insurance was for.
Climbing back into his car, he turned the ignition back on and proceeded to drive again towards the flower shop. Duo snickered lightly as he secured the flowers in the back seat. Every other year, he and Heero traded off the major holidays, and it was a coincidence that their anniversary just happened to land on Valentine's Day.
"Duo?" Only Duo's head was visible as he searched the crowds for the bearer of the voice. He smiled as Quatre came into view.
"Hey, Q-Man!" Duo shouted as he wrapped the blond up in a hug. "What are you doing in a little town like this and where's Trowa?" Duo closed the car door and walked with Quatre over to the sidewalk.
"Trowa and I are on assignment here, I can't say much more then that." Quatre shrugged lightly before suddenly digging into his coat pocket. Duo noticed it had started to snow again. "Here." Quatre lightly dropped a small red package into his hands. "Trowa and I were going to come by later and give it to you and Heero. Happy Anniversary." Duo smiled as he began to unwrap it.
"Thanks Quatre, but I still want you and Trowa to come by later this after noon, if possible. Heero and I should be getting some information from Preventers soon, I hope it's something fun." Duo opened the box to see matching rings. One of a beautiful Amethyst crystal shaped into a heart and the other a sapphire shaped into a star. "Quatre, they're beautiful! Heero will love his and I love mine." Duo briefly hugged Quatre before snapping the box closed and zipping his coat closed again. "I hate to leave so soon, but I have to get back to Heero. It's tradition for us to have breakfast together." Duo pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek and walked back to his car. He waved once more as he sped off down the road.
Duo was halfway home when he turned up the radio and pulled the box out of his coat. He ran his hands over the smooth surface and giggled as he realized each ring was attached to a silver chain. He slipped both rings over his neck and adjusted his rearview mirror so he could see his neckline. He nodded in approval before shifting in his seat. He paused to reach in his pockets and slammed his hand against the steering wheel. He had left his wallet somewhere.
Duo sighed deeply but slapped his hands to his mouth as the sickness threatened to bring the past nights dinner up. "Why is this happening?" Duo asked desperately.
Applying pressure to the break as he saw the 45 mph sign ahead, he remembered to adjust his rearview mirror back. Just as he attempted to turn, a car going far too fast smashed into his car, throwing Duo and the car to the side. He crashed into the car ahead of him, but because of the slick roads, the car didn't stop. The car spun in the slick, iced over roads before it came to a crashing stop, right into a tree.
Heero growled annoyingly at the phone as it rang. He had tried to ignore it the first seven times but now, at the ninth, he was ready to smash it into the adjacent wall. His eyes roamed the bed for Duo but when he found his love missing, he gave into the annoying ringing.
"This had better be good." Heero snapped at the reviver.
The line was silent for a few seconds before a nasal voice asked, "Is Mr. Duo Maxwell Yuy home?" Heero frowned, not liking that he did not know the voice.
"Who is this?" Heero asked sharply as he climbed out of bed and walked from the room with the cordless phone. He padded down the stairs while waiting for an answer, growing less patient with every second that ticked by.
"I'm so sorry, you must be Mr. Heero Yuy." The voice offered a chuckle. "I'm Doctor Robertson, I'm calling for your husband. Mr. Duo Yuy instructed me to call at any hours after I had finished his tests." Heero gripped the phone. Duo hadn't told him he went to the doctors.
"Duo isn't here," Heero confirmed by checking the kitchen, den and rest of the rooms. "I'll take a message, though." Heero forced himself to be civil to the doctor, as he was talking about Duo.
"Do you mind if I give you the good news then?" Heero relaxed a bit. "Your husband is expecting. The Dylisid was effectively mixed into his system and the egg we created here in the lab was successfully fertilized. You're going to be a father." As the doctor made the statement, Heero collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.
"Repeat that." He demanded.
Again, the voice on the phone chuckled. "Calm down, Mr. Yuy. I'll need to see Duo Yuy in here next Saturday, at two in the after noon, got that?" The doctor asked still not sure if Heero was listening to him. "You'll be fine Mr. Yuy and so will your husband." Heero listened to the soft click before he let the phone fall from his hand.
"Oh gods." He whispered to himself as he leaned back on the sofa. "I'm going to be a father." Suddenly everything was making sense. All the mornings Duo had woken up sick, the way he got tired during the day for no reason and the way Duo had become increasingly hungry for weird foods, cravings Heero now called them.
Heero glanced up at the clock that read one in the after noon and wondered where Duo was. The timer on the garage said the door had been opened at seven that morning, but nothing else.
Heero ran a hand through his hair as the doorbell rang. He smiled genuinely as he let Quatre and Trowa in; he was also surprised to see WuFei following behind them. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Duo told me to come over earlier this morning when I met him in town. Where is he?" Heero beckoned them into the house. Heero frowned as he heard the TV from the living room. He could have sworn that it hadn't been on when he had looked for Duo earlier.
The four men walked across the house and to the TV, blaring a local news station. "It has just been confirmed that twenty cars were involved in this pile up crash. The license plates are being played on the bottom of this screen." The reporter stated and Heero felt drawn to the TV. "So far there are fifteen confirmed deaths and many more injuries, we'll keep you posted on further and future developments."
Heero reached for the remote and just as his finger wandered to the power off button, a license plate, followed by a picture, made him freeze in horror. He dropped the remote to the ground as his eyes scanned the license plate numbers over and he finally settled on the picture of various destroyed cars. His eyes found one in particular. On the very bottom of the screen was a silver Lexus, totaled and crunched into a small ball. The car that belonged to his husband.
To Duo.
Without pause he rushed from the room, grabbing his keys from the rack in the foyer. Quatre and the other pilots could only watch as Heero raced out to his car and sped away. It was only when Quatre looked closer at the car on the screen did he feel his stomach churn with sickness. Quatre collapsed to his knees and finally let sobs take him as Trowa wrapped comforting arms around him. "That's Duo's car." Quatre hiccupped out. He only managed to catch a glimpse of Trowa's saddened face and WuFei's distraught one, before he passed out cold.
Heero honked his horn for the millionth time at the traffic ahead of him. He had been sitting for hours on the same road his husband had driven earlier in the morning. All he wanted to do was get to the crash sight and make sure Duo was all right. Duo and his child. He sighed in relief as the traffic again began to move forward. Even if it was at a crawl, Heero was pleased.
Heero immediately pulled his car over the moment he spotted the rescue workers directing traffic. He didn't bother to turn his car off as he rushed to cross the street. He made a beeline for the first paramedic helping anyone. "I'm looking for Duo Maxwell Yuy, he's my husband and he was involved in the crash." Heero tired to maintain his tone of voice as best he could. At the moment, most of his systems were shutting down and his nerves were going a million miles an hour.
The man paused before reaching down for his clipboard. His eyes scanned the papers over before shaking his head. "I'm sorry sir, no one under that name has been killed, or taken to a hospital. There were a few patients who were injured severely, but were not identified. You best bet would be to check with Bay View Hospital two towns over, that's where they were taken." The paramedic offered Heero a sad look before turning back to his work.
The next few hours met Heero with shock, hurt and denial. The hospital had gotten someone that fit Duo's description earlier that morning. The victim had sustained head trauma and had been transferred to a different hospital. Heero had refused to acknowledge Duo being gone when the nurse had informed him that they didn't have a clue as to where he was. For another two hours, Heero combed records of that earlier day in hopes to find where Duo had been taken. It was only when the sun had set and he had been ordered to go home that he finally realized it. He had lost Duo and his family.
Heero allowed Quatre to contact the Preventers and order a full out search. Trowa and WuFei tried to lend their support as Heero sunk further and further into his depression. Heero could only hope he could find his family. One day.
Oh yes, this is officially called an obsession. MPREG is not a normal obsession and I have yet to inform my mother of this, frankly I'm afraid she'll have a heart attack. She knows I'm obsessed with Yaoi, and she thinks my best friend, (YamiEmmy) is a lesbian and trying to seduce me to the lesbian side of life. I preformed a perfect anime fall at her accusation.
This is Yaoi and this is a Prologue. It is corny, it is stupid, and I'm not good at thinking up ways to make men pregnant. ^_^ Hey, I'm an author, if I say they are, they are, it's not my job to explain it!
As usual YamiEmmy is and will always be my beta, so if you have any flames on her beta'ing (is that a word) contact her and she'll be thrilled. If she doesn't kill you first. Personally I think she need to pull that stick out of her ass. She's just pissed I got this kick ass Yami shit and didn't get her one! ^_^; it's not my fault, I forgot about her.
So with that said, on with the story. And you can blame her if you hate this story. She raved about how much she liked it and practically forced me into posting it. I've got the next three parts written and I'm just waiting to here from you. I enjoy flames just a bit more then happy reviews but I'll take both!
Prologue: Forgetting
Duo opened his eyes to the early morning hours and sighed happily. He turned his head just slightly so he could see the other occupant of the bed. Duo felt an arm tighten around him and he smiled.
"I gotta get up, Heero." Duo whispered to his husband. Heero, still sleeping, loosened his grip and turned on his side. Duo stroked the usually hard expressed face. He confided to himself that when Heero was sleeping, was truly the only time he was innocent.
Duo chuckled to himself quietly before shrugging completely out of Heero's grasp and rolling off the bed. Half way out of the bed his feet caught the edge of the still tucked in silk sheet and he crashed to the floor. He thankfully had kept his mouth shut during his fall. He was sure Heero would have woken if he had made any noise besides his body hitting the soft carpet.
Duo pulled himself off the floor and his eyes met the calendar. He smacked himself in the face when he spotted the circled 14 of the second month. He quickly rushed over to his closet and pulled out his clothes. After slipping on a black sweatshirt, he ran a hand through his hair, promising it a good brushing when he got back.
He raced from the room and as he passed through the kitchen, he grabbed the keys off the rack. He shoved a piece of bread into his mouth while simultaneously writing a short note to Heero explaining he had gone out for a few minutes. (Just in case Heero woke before he got back.)
Closing the house/garage door behind him, he entered the garage and hopped over to his car, while still trying to get his shoes on. He opened the door and pressed the garage door opener button. As Duo slid into the car seat he felt his stomach turn and he pressed a hand there. He made a mental note to go back to the doctors later that week, four weeks of nausea was not normal.
Snapping his seat belt buckle, he turned in his seat to back the car out of the driveway. As soon as he was on his way down the street, he reached to the passenger seat of the Lexus to grab his planner.
He took his eyes off the road just momentarily to check that he had made reservations for them at an expensive restaurant. He turned back to the road when he felt the car drift to the other side of the road. As he jerked the car back, the planner fell back to the floor of the passengers seat and out of reach. Duo tried many times to reach the book but his seat belt stopped him every time.
Growling in frustration, he pushed the button to release his seat belt and reached down all the way to retrieve it. He looked back up at the road just in time to see the car lights in front of him. He slammed on the breaks but because of the iced over roads, his car went sliding into the car ahead of him.
Duo looked fairly surprised at the car ahead of him. The cars had barely hit, but nonetheless, Heero was going to kill him. Duo watched the person in the car he had hit open their door. Duo banged his head on the steering wheel; still surprised the air bag hadn't come out.
He turned off the ignition and rolled down his window. A woman's hard face met his. "Do you have any idea what you've done!" Duo rolled his eyes and reached over to his glove compartment. Reaching in he drew out a pad of paper and wrote a few numbers down.
"I'm very sorry ma'am. If you'll call that number, my secretary will give you all of my car insurance information." Duo listened to the woman rant for a few more minutes before she accepted the piece of paper and went back to her car.
Duo finally stepped out to inspect the damage. He had to admit that his car had handled things very well. He would need another paint job and the front might have to be fixed a bit, but that was what insurance was for.
Climbing back into his car, he turned the ignition back on and proceeded to drive again towards the flower shop. Duo snickered lightly as he secured the flowers in the back seat. Every other year, he and Heero traded off the major holidays, and it was a coincidence that their anniversary just happened to land on Valentine's Day.
"Duo?" Only Duo's head was visible as he searched the crowds for the bearer of the voice. He smiled as Quatre came into view.
"Hey, Q-Man!" Duo shouted as he wrapped the blond up in a hug. "What are you doing in a little town like this and where's Trowa?" Duo closed the car door and walked with Quatre over to the sidewalk.
"Trowa and I are on assignment here, I can't say much more then that." Quatre shrugged lightly before suddenly digging into his coat pocket. Duo noticed it had started to snow again. "Here." Quatre lightly dropped a small red package into his hands. "Trowa and I were going to come by later and give it to you and Heero. Happy Anniversary." Duo smiled as he began to unwrap it.
"Thanks Quatre, but I still want you and Trowa to come by later this after noon, if possible. Heero and I should be getting some information from Preventers soon, I hope it's something fun." Duo opened the box to see matching rings. One of a beautiful Amethyst crystal shaped into a heart and the other a sapphire shaped into a star. "Quatre, they're beautiful! Heero will love his and I love mine." Duo briefly hugged Quatre before snapping the box closed and zipping his coat closed again. "I hate to leave so soon, but I have to get back to Heero. It's tradition for us to have breakfast together." Duo pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek and walked back to his car. He waved once more as he sped off down the road.
Duo was halfway home when he turned up the radio and pulled the box out of his coat. He ran his hands over the smooth surface and giggled as he realized each ring was attached to a silver chain. He slipped both rings over his neck and adjusted his rearview mirror so he could see his neckline. He nodded in approval before shifting in his seat. He paused to reach in his pockets and slammed his hand against the steering wheel. He had left his wallet somewhere.
Duo sighed deeply but slapped his hands to his mouth as the sickness threatened to bring the past nights dinner up. "Why is this happening?" Duo asked desperately.
Applying pressure to the break as he saw the 45 mph sign ahead, he remembered to adjust his rearview mirror back. Just as he attempted to turn, a car going far too fast smashed into his car, throwing Duo and the car to the side. He crashed into the car ahead of him, but because of the slick roads, the car didn't stop. The car spun in the slick, iced over roads before it came to a crashing stop, right into a tree.
Heero growled annoyingly at the phone as it rang. He had tried to ignore it the first seven times but now, at the ninth, he was ready to smash it into the adjacent wall. His eyes roamed the bed for Duo but when he found his love missing, he gave into the annoying ringing.
"This had better be good." Heero snapped at the reviver.
The line was silent for a few seconds before a nasal voice asked, "Is Mr. Duo Maxwell Yuy home?" Heero frowned, not liking that he did not know the voice.
"Who is this?" Heero asked sharply as he climbed out of bed and walked from the room with the cordless phone. He padded down the stairs while waiting for an answer, growing less patient with every second that ticked by.
"I'm so sorry, you must be Mr. Heero Yuy." The voice offered a chuckle. "I'm Doctor Robertson, I'm calling for your husband. Mr. Duo Yuy instructed me to call at any hours after I had finished his tests." Heero gripped the phone. Duo hadn't told him he went to the doctors.
"Duo isn't here," Heero confirmed by checking the kitchen, den and rest of the rooms. "I'll take a message, though." Heero forced himself to be civil to the doctor, as he was talking about Duo.
"Do you mind if I give you the good news then?" Heero relaxed a bit. "Your husband is expecting. The Dylisid was effectively mixed into his system and the egg we created here in the lab was successfully fertilized. You're going to be a father." As the doctor made the statement, Heero collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.
"Repeat that." He demanded.
Again, the voice on the phone chuckled. "Calm down, Mr. Yuy. I'll need to see Duo Yuy in here next Saturday, at two in the after noon, got that?" The doctor asked still not sure if Heero was listening to him. "You'll be fine Mr. Yuy and so will your husband." Heero listened to the soft click before he let the phone fall from his hand.
"Oh gods." He whispered to himself as he leaned back on the sofa. "I'm going to be a father." Suddenly everything was making sense. All the mornings Duo had woken up sick, the way he got tired during the day for no reason and the way Duo had become increasingly hungry for weird foods, cravings Heero now called them.
Heero glanced up at the clock that read one in the after noon and wondered where Duo was. The timer on the garage said the door had been opened at seven that morning, but nothing else.
Heero ran a hand through his hair as the doorbell rang. He smiled genuinely as he let Quatre and Trowa in; he was also surprised to see WuFei following behind them. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Duo told me to come over earlier this morning when I met him in town. Where is he?" Heero beckoned them into the house. Heero frowned as he heard the TV from the living room. He could have sworn that it hadn't been on when he had looked for Duo earlier.
The four men walked across the house and to the TV, blaring a local news station. "It has just been confirmed that twenty cars were involved in this pile up crash. The license plates are being played on the bottom of this screen." The reporter stated and Heero felt drawn to the TV. "So far there are fifteen confirmed deaths and many more injuries, we'll keep you posted on further and future developments."
Heero reached for the remote and just as his finger wandered to the power off button, a license plate, followed by a picture, made him freeze in horror. He dropped the remote to the ground as his eyes scanned the license plate numbers over and he finally settled on the picture of various destroyed cars. His eyes found one in particular. On the very bottom of the screen was a silver Lexus, totaled and crunched into a small ball. The car that belonged to his husband.
To Duo.
Without pause he rushed from the room, grabbing his keys from the rack in the foyer. Quatre and the other pilots could only watch as Heero raced out to his car and sped away. It was only when Quatre looked closer at the car on the screen did he feel his stomach churn with sickness. Quatre collapsed to his knees and finally let sobs take him as Trowa wrapped comforting arms around him. "That's Duo's car." Quatre hiccupped out. He only managed to catch a glimpse of Trowa's saddened face and WuFei's distraught one, before he passed out cold.
Heero honked his horn for the millionth time at the traffic ahead of him. He had been sitting for hours on the same road his husband had driven earlier in the morning. All he wanted to do was get to the crash sight and make sure Duo was all right. Duo and his child. He sighed in relief as the traffic again began to move forward. Even if it was at a crawl, Heero was pleased.
Heero immediately pulled his car over the moment he spotted the rescue workers directing traffic. He didn't bother to turn his car off as he rushed to cross the street. He made a beeline for the first paramedic helping anyone. "I'm looking for Duo Maxwell Yuy, he's my husband and he was involved in the crash." Heero tired to maintain his tone of voice as best he could. At the moment, most of his systems were shutting down and his nerves were going a million miles an hour.
The man paused before reaching down for his clipboard. His eyes scanned the papers over before shaking his head. "I'm sorry sir, no one under that name has been killed, or taken to a hospital. There were a few patients who were injured severely, but were not identified. You best bet would be to check with Bay View Hospital two towns over, that's where they were taken." The paramedic offered Heero a sad look before turning back to his work.
The next few hours met Heero with shock, hurt and denial. The hospital had gotten someone that fit Duo's description earlier that morning. The victim had sustained head trauma and had been transferred to a different hospital. Heero had refused to acknowledge Duo being gone when the nurse had informed him that they didn't have a clue as to where he was. For another two hours, Heero combed records of that earlier day in hopes to find where Duo had been taken. It was only when the sun had set and he had been ordered to go home that he finally realized it. He had lost Duo and his family.
Heero allowed Quatre to contact the Preventers and order a full out search. Trowa and WuFei tried to lend their support as Heero sunk further and further into his depression. Heero could only hope he could find his family. One day.
