Pregnancy and sex.

These two things are a correlation since day one, and not only a social but also a scientific standpoint. The science behind it is simple and obvious. Sex leads to pregnancy, it is the process of creating new life and to ensure the continuation and survival of the homo-sapiens race, or humans. The social standpoint is far more interesting and in-depth, this is because since the early days of adolescence, it was a defining factor toward our place in society.

For females, the more sexual partners and experience you have, are usually negative. Granting you to be called by awful terms and prone to be bullied verbally or even physically by both sexes.

On the other hand, males with profound sexual experience and partners will be granted praise and jealousy from their peers, mostly positive evaluations too. The females will also usually not see that male in ill terms, due to the usual fact that males that are deemed 'players' have a good face, build, and generally all around please aesthetic. The only exception to this rule is if the male's sexual experience was due entirely to prostitution or was deemed ugly or creepy by the females.

However, despite their differences, there was one common point. Humans are shallow and so are the reasoning behind sex of adolescent. Lust and status. For males, I have explained above. Females are usually not related to said reasoning. However, lust is the motivation behind both sexes. The one of two things, the two sexes have in common in relation to sex. The second thing they have in common is pregnancy.

In your adolescence, you wanted the sex, but fear the strong consequences it comes with. You know that one accident is all it would take. But yet you still wanted it. You lie to yourself, thinking that "I won't be so unlucky." Or something along those lines. The average cost to raise a child in Japan from birth to the age of 18 is roughly 17 million yen; excluding housing and remittances. However, not once did this cross your mind when you did it. Human beings really are foolish, especially in those ages from 15- 19. In short, sexual intercourse during adolescence is stupid and foolish. It is what will destroy your life, not matter how good you look or how good your grades, you are screwed. Especially if you are a girl.

This was an extract from my first book. 'The fools of society.' Using my life experiences as a basis and writing it all down. Each chapter concentrated on different people, personality's and anything I knew and felt was stupid at the time. The highest acclaimed chapters by the reviewers was this chapter, The ice queen, The real nice and stupid airhead, That Sly one, The scary one and The perfect fake everyone's man. This recollection of unique characters was what I wrote down during a piece of coursework for modern Japanese in university. Getting universal acclaim from the faculty, it was posted into the university's annual yearbooks, gathering interest from a publisher and catapulting me into becoming a writer. Once my first book was complete it gained universal acclaim from all ages 14 and up, creating my first pot of money. I am by no means super wealthy. But I was able to buy a house in Tokyo right out of university, get married and have a very comfortable and stable life. All because of one book. I didn't need to write my second book 'The world as we see' as books have incredible shelf life. An author could write one book and live off it forever. But my wife didn't allow me to be lazy.

Why am I talking about this? Well it all leads back to pregnancy. You see once you become somewhat mature and have a family, you would want to have a child, as a successor of your name and a proof of your existence. That fear you had during your adolescence is no more. Instead of fearing it, you desire it to happen whilst enjoying the sexual process. This was what I thought at first. My wife and I…for a while. Enjoyed making love and trying to have a child, after all we are humans. I thought this would last forever, but as expected, I was wrong. As failure to procreate occurs. You obviously get disappointment. This is stage one. Then comes fear of disappointment, stage two and in the end you become the opposite of what you are during your adolescence. You feared the sex due to not wanting to be disappointed again and you desire for pregnancy.

Unfortunately, I am on this boat as of now. My wife and I wanted to have three years of 'just as.' After that we began to try and try harder as time went by to get a child. But one year in, nothing. My wife initially blamed me for having rotten sperm. I agreed and did not retort her for once. We both went to check with doctors and found out that both our bodies were perfectly fine. The prognosis by the doctor was that we were "Simply unlucky" or if we believed in a faith "That god meant it to be this way."

A year and a half in, we were still trying. Tonight was no exception. We did it for the sake of doing it. It became a bi-nightly ritual. Like the Mayans sacrificing people for their gods and hoping for peace and getting nothing in return which stopped their destruction. We simply did it because we believed we had to. My wife and I love each other very deeply, since high school have our relationship sprouted into a flower that it is today. But every flower, no matter how beautiful and strong will someday die away. And our relationship is slowly withering away. We would be fine everywhere else, except for our bedroom, except our own bed.

Hugging her tightly from behind with my arms around her I pulled myself closer to her, resting on her long and soft hair as we laid underneath and warmed by the duvet. We tried tonight. But after a year and a half, we expected failure yet again. The feeling was very bitter. The most relatable feeling to explain it would be to imagine a piece of work you tried your very best to do and hand it in knowing it would be a F- and no matter how you repeat or improve it will always be an F-. It feels like that, only a million times worse. Every method we have tried and failed, we tried the normal way, it didn't work. In vitro fertilisation, it didn't work too. Simply put, either my sperm hated her eggs or it was the other way around. The option we never considered was a surrogate, because as selfish and horrid it may sound. It was simple not fully our child.

Digging my head closer toward her and invading her pillow my forehead was not planting on the back of her nape. She was warm and I enjoyed our close proximity. We laid in silence, even though we knew that each other was awake.

"I'm sorry." We broke the silence. We said the exact same thing in the exact same time. What are the odds. I sigh and loosen my grip allowing her to turn around and face me. She gently crept her long and thin arm around my shoulder and pressing down the back of my head gently with what felt like her palm. Gently connecting our foreheads together, she then released a sigh of her own.

"Do you think we should just give up?" She speaks uncharacteristically. She was always a woman that would head directly to a fight straight on and was extremely competitive. To hear her admit defeat with such a soft tone was almost embarrassing to bear witness to.

"Yuki. We are only 26. The day will come." I somehow managed to speak positively. Even she was evidently caught off guard and she looked at me surprised and somewhat gasped silently. Her opened mouth and moist then transformed into a chuckle with a hint of mischief.

"Being so positive. How unlike of you. I guess I really did fix you. Somewhat, even though my repairs are equivalent to replacing a tire of a car without an engine."

Her response was as sharp and mean as usual, and I liked it, I was fond of it. Maybe I am a masochist now or I was simply used to her acting this way. Smiling presumably creepily as that was the only way I knew. I pulled her closer and kissed her on her lips, she accepted and skilfully tilted her head and adjusted her hug and leg to hook and slide onto mine making the experience even more passionate and erotic than she ever would outside of this household. However even only that could last so long. We eventually have to ask and answer the difficult questions.

"Yukino…I don't think we should give up. But I don't think we should try so hard either…"

Seemingly confused and slightly shocked she gazes her eyes at me. But it was not to be blamed. Essentially my words were of conflict, a paradox.

"How can we not give up, but also not try? Babies don't magically come out of thin air or explode from inside a stone. Hachiman." She replied somewhat rhetorically.

"I mean that we shouldn't only have sex for the sake of trying to make a baby. I want to enjoy it and lately, it's becoming something I fret over and even becoming somewhat or a chore."

"Right."

"And this has nothing to do with you physically or mentally." I add. Just in case she worries over something like this, although the likelihood of it is close to impossible.

"I know that." She replied without hesitation, showing her confidence.

"So? What do you think?" I ask again.

"I think it is a fine idea considering it came from you. I don't want you to detest the physical side of our relationship either. However, there is still one thing which concerns me."

"Yes?"

"What if I am unable to get pregnant when I arrive at an age that is deemed safe or possible for pregnancy?" It never even crossed my mind.

"I don't know." I answer honestly. After spending a brief moment of thinking of a solution and failing to.

"Unfortunately. Neither do I. In this case we can do nothing but hope for the best." All I could do was nod and smile. However, an unexpected sound alerted me. It was the ringing of the doorbell. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 2am. A concerning time. What is the guard doing? I thought. Is he asleep and let some random person into the flats? This is quite an expensive high-rise apartment tower. I could blame myself to be overly cautious and cynical but all I could think about was that nothing good will come out of this. I quickly sit up. The doorbell rang again.

"Yukino, put some clothes on and lock yourself inside the toilet. Don't come out until I personally say so." She nods and gets out of the bed, finding and placing on her previously stripped off clothes. I too do the same and run toward the door. By now the stranger outside had stopped ringing the bell and began hitting the door. I carefully look though the peeping hole. However, I didn't see the delinquent I was expecting. But a petite girl with the similar features as me. I release a sigh of hot breath, exerting my concern and opened the door.

"What are you doing here so late Komachi?" I speak to her. However, she did not reply and kept her gaze low onto the ground as she walked past me and into my apartment and sitting herself down on the living room sofa. Closing the door I ran off to the master bedroom and spoke loudly, trying to convey my voice through the door.

"Yukino its just Komachi."

The door quickly opened and Yukino walked out, adjusting the straps on her modest and elegant nightgown which was presentable. Walking out together to the living room. Komachi folded herself into a ball while sitting down on the sofa. Yukino went to prepare some tea and I sat next to Komachi.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" I ask my sister. Silence. Which was quite rare. My sister and I was always close. My wife returned with brewed tea and sat everything down on the coffee table.

"Komachi san. Are you alright?" Yukino placed a palm on her shoulder. Komachi immediately latched onto Yukino and hugged her tightly, crying into her shoulders, loudly. Ragingly. Like she was hit by some form of despair that even I couldn't have faced or imagined despite my own horrid past. Yukino stroked Komachi's back trying to calm her down. Slowly but after several minutes, my sister's loud cries became sobs.

"Komachi san. If you can't tell your brother what is wrong. I can get him to go away. I am here for you, but I can't help you unless tell me."

Upon hearing Yukino's words. I slowly pick myself up. I understand that there are things which only girls could speak to each other comfortably about. The same goes for males anyways. I am aware there are something I would be more comfortable to share with males than my wife for example. Komachi however, immediately turned her head around to look at me. Shaking her head indicating me to stop. So I sit back down.

"You see…Taishi cheated on me…I saw…" Before Komachi continued. I slammed the armrest of my sofa with my fist clenched tightly. It was a subconscious act and I had no control over my actions prior. It simply happened. I gritted my teeth and wanted to hit him. The two woman close by looked at me in shock. Even Yukino who would usually make a jab at me became silent and somewhat startled by my irrational action while Komachi looked downright terrified. Taking note of how I probably looked I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Trying to calm myself as I know in this state I cannot do anything well and reasonably for Komachi. So after recomposing myself. I simply took a sip of tea.

"Continue." I speak, ready for whatever Komachi would say next.

"And…I'm pregnant." Shit. The worse thing I could have imagined. This made me realise my book was wrong. Pregnancy isn't something you embraced once you become older and wiser. It is only something beautiful and desirable if you meet and is with someone you would deem as a life partner. Otherwise, it could still be something as fearful as to a teenager. In the depths of my mind all I wanted to do was find that bastard and tear him limb from limb, making him look at me helplessly as I slowly took away his life. But that wasn't going to help Komachi. What I need to do now is remain as calm and collected as I could to solve the situation the best I can. Then I will kill him. Taking a deep breath, I turn my attention to my sister. Yukino nodded knowing that she is aware that I am capable of speaking and acting logically. But I know if I acted any other way, my wife would be there to stop and help me. I can rely on her, if it does come to that.

"So. How many months?"

"Just a few weeks."

"I see." Now the question at hand is did he cheat because she got pregnant or did he cheat long before that. On the one hand I understand that the first one is slightly more reasonable despite still being a horrid act of disloyalty. However, lust could be another matter and somewhat more understandable. But this isn't something I should ask Komachi now.

"You two aren't married. Now I want you to only think for yourself Komachi. Disregard anything else. Speak out the first thing your mind tells you. Okay?"

My sister nods.

"Do you want to keep it? As long as it is during the first 24 weeks you can do it. I think your situation would allow for it."

Komachi bit her teeth and gripped her jeans. Seemingly looking extremely guilty she shakes her head. I nod in affirming.

"Okay. I understand. But don't make any rash decisions. You have 24 weeks. I don't want you to regret it. Okay?"

"May I interject?" Yukino speaks out. Komachi turned her head toward Yukino and as do I. She looked like she was slightly concerned and worried about what she was about to say. But she would have to for her own morals sake.

"Whilst I understand that Komachi san you are currently doing veterinary school and have no ability or income to take care of a child alone. You have to make the decision as soon as possible."

"Why?" I question. Komachi although silent was also confused with Yukino's statement.

"It is true that the legal timeframe for an abortion is 24 weeks. But it is a life and it could not be judged logically. Right now it may be the size of a grain of rice and look nothing like a baby, but as each day passes, it is going to become more and more…human. And I don't think that leaving it to the last minute is a good idea."

"So you think she should keep it?"

"That is not what I said Hachiman. The decision lies entirely with you, Komachi san. I just think that it is easier and better to have an abortion while it is still technically not a foetus or a life yet. As the act is technically still a killing. It is easier on the soul." Yukino spoke painfully. I know if this was with her case she would never allow an abortion because she would consider it murder. But this was not for herself and for the benefit of Komachi. Therefore, she is speaking what she feels would be good for her.

"How can I keep it though? Yukino san. I'm a student. My life is over. And there is no way I will ever forgive Taichi."

"Even though we are not the wealthiest family in the world I am sure Hachiman and I could take care of you and the baby. Hachiman is a writer and works from home almost exclusively and I work part time for my family's company and is also usually home. Your studies however, you may need to stop and or defer a year."

"Right." Komachi nodded solemnly.

"But there is one more dilemma you need to understand Komachi san. No matter how much you reject it, that child is going to be Kawasaki kun's as much as yours. There is no way and be fair for you to cut him out of the child's life. Also the child will for sure somehow remind you of him. Can you live with that?"

Yukino. While I am only worried and somewhat helpless in this situation. She is already making plan A, B, C and D and thinking about everything before reaching a decision with Komachi to ensure the best outcome not only in terms of efficiency but also emotionally. I didn't even think about anything she just said and I am thankful that she was here. I used to need to save her from everything. Now she is as strong and independent as those words definition.

"I need some time Yukino san. I can't give an answer now. Sorry."

Yukino shook her head and smiled warmly.

"I don't expect you to have an answer now. And If you did I will tell you to reconsider and think again. It is late. You should take a rest and we will be here to help you reach a decision tomorrow. But for now clear your mind and sleep."

Yukino would make a great mother. Just this alone proves it. After enduring the harshness of her own she knows what decisions and actions to make that she deems would be right and beneficial not only to her own mind but also to the child's. It's a shame that I couldn't give that to her.

Komachi nods from Yukino's worlds and she hugs her yet again. The two then stands up and walks away as Yukino takes her to the second bedroom which was vacated and emptied as our plans to have a child was a failure so far. Picking up the teacups I poured the remainders in the sink and rinsed it. Before too returning to my bedroom. Laying down with a million things across my mind I too probably will be unable to sleep as probably the case of Yukino and Komachi. Soon enough my wife returned to me and laid down. I covered her with the duvet as she articulated herself to a somewhat comfortable position. Placing my arm around her waist I look at her.

"What should I do? I don't know what I could do for her?"

"As a woman. I think I would be more fit to take care of Komachi san, perhaps I fear you may lose control like you did prior. But Taichi kun. You would need to have some strong words with him." She glared to the air. Clearly she was also suppressing her anger just now to try and calm the situation down first.

"I will." I answer.

"But for now. Sleep. We need our full energy and attention to help your sister."

"Our sister. You are an Hikigaya too now."

Hi this is my first Oregairu Fic! It may have some problems here and there with spelling and stuff so please forgive me :P Also I am unsure if i should make this fic M because there are some quite adult themes to it. Although I doubt there will be actually any lemon scenes. Feel free to review!