Hello, all! This is my first Junjou Romantica fic, and my first mpreg. I'll try to keep them in character. ;3
Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg
Pairings: Akihiko/Misaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.
Usami Akihiko knew something was wrong the moment he emerged from his bedroom. It was some ungodly hour of the morning, and if Akihiko had any say in the matter, he'd still be fast asleep, with Suzuki-san by his side. ( He would rather be curled up with his lover, but Misaki was weird about things like that.) Unfortunately, he didn't have a say; Misaki preferred it if Akihiko was fed before the boy left for his classes. He knew the older man would never be able to cook anything for himself-well, not anything edible at least-and he didn't even want to imagine what would happen if the man actually tried.
So Akihiko shuffled himself into the upstairs hallway, Suzuki-san still clutched to his chest. He had only taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped. Usually, when Akihiko came out of his room in the mornings, the lights were already on, and the scent of Misaki's cooking was beckoning him towards the kitchen. In the year that they'd been living together, he'd never woken up to a dark and silent apartment unless it was the middle of the night. But, now, at-he checked his watch-seven-thirty in the morning, the only light he could see was the weak morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. There was no scent of rice, or eggs, or coffee, and the sound of Misaki's footsteps were conspicuously absent.
Something was obviously seriously wrong.
Something was seriously wrong.
Misaki leaned his forehead against the cool ceramic of the toilet seat, fighting against the nausea swirling in his belly. Why did these things always happen to him? Why couldn't Usagi-san ever get sick for a change? He thought back to a few months ago, when he'd gotten that awful sore throat/runny nose/coughing combination that'd been going around. He could still picture the smug look on the older man's face as he informed Misaki that he was going to be very well taken care of. He gritted his teeth at the memory. Stupid rabbit...
Another wave of nausea rolled over him. He raised his head and retched in vain; he hadn't eaten anything that morning. The sensation was so awful that tears sprang into his eyes. He was so busy dry-heaving that he didn't hear the soft click of his bathroom door opening.
"Misaki?"
A long, hearty groan filled his mind. Usagi-san's voice held equal measures of surprise and concern. Misaki didn't dare to lift his head. Of course Usagi-san would walk in on him like this. It was just his luck.
"Are you alright, Misaki?"
Cool hands touched his cheeks, smoothing his hair from his brow. Misaki sighed, just a little bit. Now Usagi-san was going to go into Caretaker Mode, which generally entailed sexually harrassing him while he tried to rest. "I'm fine, Usagi-san," he mumbled. "It's nothing to worry about."
A small snort came from behind him. "Kissing the toilet bowl is not fine, Misaki."
He bristled and lifted his head to glare. "I am not kissing the toilet bowl," he protested hotly, a blush forming on his cheeks. "And I've been dealing with this just fine, so I don't need your opinion-"
"Been dealing with this?" Usagi-san's voice suddenly took on a dangerous tone. "What do you mean, you've been dealing with this?" Misakibit the inside of his cheek, silently cursing. When he didn't answer, Usagi-san's fingers curled around his chin. He reluctantly turned his head to look into his lover's eyes. Eyes that were currently dark with displeasure. "How long have you been dealing with this? What is this?"
Misaki blushed harder. "I've been puking and really tired for a few weeks," he muttered, avoiding the older man's gaze. He saw Usagi-san's lips tighten out of the corner of his eye, and he braced himself for a show of temper. He was surprised when, instead of yelling at him, Usagi-san abruptly pulled him to his feet and pulled him into his bedroom.
"Get dressed," he commanded, striding towards Misaki's bedroom door.
To say that he was confused was an understatement. "What? Why?"
Usagi-san glanced at him over his shoulder. His amethyst eyes were stony. "We're going to the hospital."
It's over! Yay! I think I did pretty well with keeping them in character, but I'm always open to suggestions! Whether it be characterization, or where you think the story will go...Just drop me a review, and I'll do my best!
Thanks so much for reading!