Author's Notes:

Here you go: the long-awaited sequel to "Of Cats and Witches". For those of you who haven't read that story yet: go do that before you get into this one. This story very much assumes that you know what happens in that story. You can try to read this first if you want, but it'll probably be confusing.

As the description says, and many of you reviewers guessed: this story contains mpreg. It's time for Allen and Kanda to have a kitten.

A note on timing: this story starts about four months after the end of "Of Cats and Witches". That story ended in January (a little ironic as the last chapter was actually posted in January) and this one starts in May.

I plan to post new chapters to this story every other Thursday. As always, you can find updates and my posting schedule on my profile.

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~Beginning of May~

Waking up to a face full of white hair and my Moyashi's skinny body wrapped tightly in my arms was one of the best things in the world. His cat ears twitched in his sleep and I could feel his tail wrapped around his leg. Mornings like this made me want to skip my meditation routine and just lay in bed with my Moyashi at my side. It was a beautiful reminder that even though we occasionally fought and said cruel things to each other, the neko loved me. And that even after seven months together he hadn't grown tired of me and my possessive need to hold him like he might disappear on me. 'Normal people consider cuddling a sign of affection, Yuu.' Yes, mornings like this were the best.

I forced myself out of bed. While I loved Allen, skipping my morning routine would only make the idiots around me stupider, and I had things to do today that required me to at least pretend to be a nice; dealing with my apprentice was not something I wanted to do without the proper preparation.

As I began preparing for my meditation, the Moyashi suddenly woke up and bolted from the room. While it was odd that he would be awake so early, I didn't put any thought into it and continued getting dressed. He probably just had to use the restroom. A thought Timcanpy clearly shared as the little golden nuisance made no move to follow its master.

I headed that direction when I was ready, intending to brush my teeth and fix my hair before heading to the meditation room. That plan went out the window when the first thing I heard upon entering the bathroom was the sound of someone throwing up.

Normally I wouldn't have paid any attention to whatever poor sap had gotten himself sick, but a tight feeling in my chest made me worry about Allen and the way he had suddenly run from the room. I glanced around the bathroom and sure enough, there was only one stall occupied. And there was only one person in the entire Order who had a white cat tail.

It was hard to listen to my Moyashi be violently ill. I didn't interrupt him though; showing concern and feeling it were two very different things, and I was barely ok with feeling it. I followed my routine, brushing my teeth and fixing my hair, solely for something to keep my hands occupied, otherwise concern and curiosity were going to drive me crazy.

When Allen emerged from the stall, he headed for the sink. I surveyed him while he rinsed out his mouth and cleaned himself up. He didn't look sick. Sure, he was a little paler than normal, and he looked exhausted, but definitely not sick.

The Moyashi jumped when he turned around and saw me. The fur on his tail bristled and his ears shot straight up, he was really startled. "Oh god. Kanda. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you to finish throwing up."

Allen's whole body drooped and he buried his face in his hands. "You heard that?"

"I think the whole wing heard." I pulled the neko into a hug. "Are you ok?"

"Well I just spent the last fifteen minutes puking my guts out. If I say I'm fine you're not going to believe me." He glared up at me. "But I am..."

Allen's face paled further and he pushed himself out of my arms. He ran straight for the stall he'd occupied earlier and threw up in the toilet. He didn't bother to close the stall door behind him, giving me more than an eyeful.

"You're right, I don't believe you." He sat back on his heels and glared up at me. It just made him look more pathetic. I leaned against the door frame. "How long has this been going on?"

Allen sighed. "About a week."

"A week?! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

"You just got back last night! And I was gone before that. When was I supposed to have told you?!" He paused his rant to vomit once more. He sighed. "I figured I'd be over this by now..."

"And what exactly is this?"

"I wake up early with the need to throw up. Then I spend half an hour or so puking my guts out. But once it's over I'm mostly fine for the rest of the day."

I had to wait through another bout of vomiting before I could question him. "'Mostly'?"

The Moyashi was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was really quiet. "Sometimes I get so tired that all I want to do is go back to bed. I've done hardly any training this week."

Whatever it was that was ailing the Moyashi was bad if it was making him skip out on training. "There's something else, isn't there?"

He ignored me. Pushing away from the toilet, he walked to the sink and rinsed his mouth out again. I stared at him until he answered the question. "... I haven't eaten breakfast in a couple days. I can't stand the smell of the cafeteria in the morning."

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Kanda suddenly grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the bathroom. "What the hell, Yuu! Where are you taking me?!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "The infirmary. If you're skipping meals this thing is really bad."

"I already went to the infirmary, Bakanda." I yanked my arm out of his grasp. "They said it's just a stomach bug and it'll pass in a couple days."

He grabbed my arm again. "Then I'm taking you to Komui."

I pulled away when he tried to drag me off. "No! Why should I do that?!"

Kanda narrowed his cobalt eyes at me. "Because of your Innocence. Because you're half cat. Because there are lots of things that could be wrong with you that the doctors wouldn't know about."

Once again, I had to stop him from pulling me off. "Fine! I'll go see Komui! Just stop trying to drag me! I can walk just fine!"

Kanda held the door open for me then practically shoved me out into the hallway. He followed me all the way down to Komui's office. There was no answer when I knocked. Kanda reached past me and threw open the door, revealing Komui asleep at his desk. He gave me a pointed look, so I went inside and closed the door, knowing that Kanda would stay outside until he was convinced that I was actually talking to the supervisor. Seven months together and it was still weird to me that he actually worried about me.

Waking Komui up was a pain, but once he calmed down, he was at least easier to deal with. "Ah, Allen-kun. What brings you to my office at ... Five in the morning?! What are you even doing awake at this hour?"

"There was an incident with Kanda in the bathroom. He practically dragged me down here." I sighed and turned toward the door. I could hear Kanda on the other side of it. "I'm talking to Komui! You can go away now!"

He opened the door and leaned against the frame. "Not gonna happen, Moyashi."

If he was going to come in anyway, why didn't he do it from the beginning? I sighed and collapsed in the chair across from Komui's desk. The purple haired man looked back and forth between me and Kanda, before settling his gaze on Kanda. "What exactly is the problem?"

"I found the brat in the bathroom, puking his guts out. Apparently he's been like that for a while." Kanda turned his glare on me. "Can you tell him the rest, Moyashi, or do I need to do it for you?"

"Just go away, Bakanda."

He glared at the supervisor and myself once more before turning around and leaving. I had to force myself not to react to his beautiful ponytail as it followed him out of the room, or to the whispered words that were so quiet only I could hear them. "Good luck Allen."

I turned back to Komui with a sigh. He was waiting patiently for an explanation. "I've been throwing up the past few mornings. I've also been unusually tired. I went to the infirmary; they said it's just the stomach flu. But Kanda thinks there's more to it because I've been skipping meals."

"He's probably right." Komui came around his desk and placed a hand on my forehead. He left it there for a moment before moving away. "Because you're part cat, your body temperature is higher than the normal person's. The infirmary doctor probably didn't know that and incorrectly diagnosed it as a fever. But you don't have one, which makes the flu even more unlikely."

Komui returned to his desk and pulled out a pen and paper. "Now, tell me all your symptoms, and don't leave anything out no matter how unimportant you think it might be."

I told Komui everything I told Kanda earlier. I told him about feeling sick when I went in the cafeteria, about the times I was so tired I napped all afternoon, about how my vomiting was usually nothing more than dry heaving because my stomach was almost always empty in the morning. And as embarrassing as it was, I told him about how it felt like I had to pee a lot more often than usual.

After writing everything down, Komui came back around the desk and looked over my Innocence arm. When he was done with that, he pulled out a stethoscope and listened to my heart. He put it away with a sigh. "Nothing appears to be wrong with your Innocence. When was the last time you activated it? Was it before or after the sickness started?"

"It was on my last mission, so about the same time, probably a little after."

"Did you notice anything different about it?"

"No."

"Then for the time being, it's safe to rule it out as being the cause." I sighed in relief; he wasn't going to be pulling a giant drill out anytime soon. The relief faded instantly though, when I noticed Komui's smirk. "I'm just going to need to take some blood, and then I should be able to figure out exactly what's wrong with you."

I cringed and looked away. "Just get it over with."

I practically held my breath while he stabbed me with a needle and filled a vial with my blood. It never quite made sense to me how that little needle could bother me more than anything else in Komui's arsenal.

"I'm done. You can breathe now." I glared at Komui as he laughed at my discomfort. "I'll go run some tests on this. In the meantime, you should go to the cafeteria and get something to eat." I blanched and he smirked at me. "I can always call Kanda and have him drag you down there."

I sighed as I stood up. "Fine. I'll go. There's no need to call that bastard. How long do you think the tests will take?"

"Not long." Komui smiled at me. "If you come back when you've finished eating I should have something for you."

I closed the door behind me and forced myself to walk to the cafeteria. The smell assaulted me when I reached the doors. It was early, so it wasn't as strong as it had been, but it still made my stomach turn. Unfortunately, I couldn't turn around and leave. I wouldn't put it past Komui to ask Jerry whether or not I actually ate. Plus Kanda was inside waiting for me. And he'd already seen me.

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Komui sat in his laboratory, going over the reports from the tests he'd done on Allen's blood. He was having trouble making sense of them. Notes were scribbled and scattered all over the desk.

He looked up from the papers when he heard the door open, but got back to it when he saw that it was just Reever.

The blond man in turn was slightly panicked at seeing the supervisor working in his laboratory. His best bet was to find his book and get out of there quickly. But as he looked around the room, he noticed that both the robot parts and the potion bench were untouched. "Hey Komui. What are you working on?"

"Just some routine paperwork. Nothing important." Komui didn't lift his eyes from the desk.

"Wait. You mean you're actually working?!" Reever got closer so he could actually see such a rare sight. And what he saw was definitely odd. "Who's pregnant?"

Komui practically screamed as he leapt from his stool. He grabbed Reever by the shoulders and shoved him out of the room, locking and barring the door behind him. Reever went on his way, thinking nothing of the supervisor's erratic behavior.

The Australian's rather bizarre observation had been the break Komui was looking for. The Chinese man went back to the desk and dug a file out from the pile of paperwork, not caring about all the other papers he knocked over in the process. He flipped through the pages quickly, searching for a sheet he'd hidden there seven months earlier. As soon as he found it he pulled it from the file, comparing it to the blood test he held in his other hand.

His spontaneous theory was right, but Allen was not going to like it at all. He was going to have to find a way to explain it that wouldn't freak the teen out. And after all the bad news he'd delivered to the boy in the past three years, he was running out of those.