Summary: A pregnancy that nobody should know of, a mother who will hide her child for his own protection. But for all her precautions, has she been discovered? Will Akalara's son be doomed live to the same life his father was? Or will she be able to protect him from Hojo and Shinra, the very people she works for?
Disclaimer: Any and all OCs belong to me, Akalara in particular. Seph, Zack, Reno, Tseng, Verdot, and any other canon characters mentioned belong to Square Enix. Kandi belongs to AmazonTurk. Lily belongs to Mysticjc1.
Queen's Quornor: This is an oddball in my carefully-organized fics. Amazon's writing a fic known as "Discovery: An Operation Assassination Subplot," and one of the major discoveries in there is that Akalara, the Green Bitch/Green Goddess (depending on who you talk to ;D), has had a baby. Specifically, Sephiroth's baby. Well, since Akalara is my OC, I decided I wanted to delve further into this matter on my own (actually, that's a lie. I was in the shower and the muses granted me this idea out of the blue. Perverted muses...). So, here we have a companion fic to "Discovery" and "Evidence of Sephiroth's Humanity"! Having never been pregnant myself, I'm going to be working with the stereotypes for the duration of Akalara's pregnancy. If any of my readers want to give me pointers, or request things they want to see happen to Akalara that happened to them during their pregnancies, by all means please do! My mother works as a labor and delivery nurse, so I have plenty of knowledge about childbirth, but she can't tell me much of anything about actual pregnancy.
Nostalgia
Akalara gazed out the window, cranberry eyes fixed on the snowflakes drifting outside the pane. Icesicle Inn was breath-taking at this time of year, the hills glittering with a blanket of clean white snow and the trees draped in crystalline splendor. So different from Midgar, with its eternal pall of pollution and the lifeless wasteland surrounding it. A far better place to live, to grow up, to be a kid.
A far better, safer location to birth a child.
Her hands idly cradled and caressed her bulging abdomen.
Nine months to the day since last she and Sephiroth had had sex. She was due any day now.
The Turk trainee couldn't help thinking that this baby was her lover's farewell gift to her.
Akalara wished she could tell someone. Kandi or Reno, maybe even Lily or Christine. They were her best friends, and they were all hurting too, still grieving over the loss of the men they had all known, loved, and lost. Recovering from the shock of Zack and Sephiroth's deaths. She had been hit especially hard; the green-haired trainee had only just gotten out of the bathroom after confirming her pregnancy with a test strip when Reno had stopped her in the hallway, holding her against his chest in a death-grip while he solemnly informed her of their passing.
A span of fifteen minutes had been all it had taken to turn her life completely upside down.
Akalara had stayed at Shinra, continuing with her training, for about two months, using physical activity to keep her mind off Sephiroth's death and her unplanned, unexpected pregnancy. By the time the third month had rolled around, she had broken out of her feedback loop and gone to Verdot's office, asking for a leave of absence, length of time undetermined. The reason she had given was that she needed time to get over her lover's death, to grieve and move on. The Turk superior had granted her the leave, and the very next day she had been in her car, on her way to Icesicle Inn, as far away from Shinra as her savings could comfortably get her.
She couldn't let anybody know that she was pregnant, especially with Sephiroth's child. If she confessed the secret to anyone, word would eventually filter back to Shinra, to Hojo. That was the last thing Akalara wanted. Through Zack and Sephiroth, and her own illicit snooping, she had learned about the silver-haired general's nightmarish childhood. There was no way she was going to let that happen to her baby. To Seph's baby. She would kill herself and the baby before she'd let Hojo get his hands on either one of them.
Because Hojo wouldn't be satisfied with her baby alone. Oh no, he'd want to experiment on her as well, to see how she could have possibly gotten pregnant when he had declared that Sephiroth would never be able to sire children due to the high concentration of mako in his sperm (Seph hadn't known about that, but she had. She and Kandi had hacked into the files once, just to see what Hojo had on all of them). Besides, a good strong woman like herself would make a prime test subject for all manner of weird shit. If Hojo got his hands on her or the baby, he would never let them go. And Akalara wasn't sure if she could break them out; security for the labs was insanely tight and she wasn't a techno-wizard like Kandi.
The only option was to make sure nobody inside Shinra ever learned about this baby, especially not who had sired it. Secrecy was the only form of protection she was assured of, that she knew would work.
"Nobody's going to hurt you, baby," she promised, laying her hand atop her stomach. "As long as I have breath in my body, I'm not going to let anybody from Shinra touch you."
She felt the sharp impact of a foot beneath her palm and smiled. "Glad you agree."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Akalara lowered the gun and hit the button on the control panel, bringing the target forward for closer examination. Fourteen shots in the head and chest, almost dead-center, two incapacitation shots, one through each shoulder. The green-haired woman grinned; she had always been a good shot, but since she had entered the Turk training program her marksmanship had increased to lethal accuracy. Now she was one of the best sharpshooters in the Turks and the trainees.
"Impressive. Remind me to never piss you off while you have a gun in your hand."
Akalara jumped at the familiar deep, smooth voice. Spinning and yanking off her protective ear-mufflers and safety glasses, she saw him leaning against the door-jamp in the entrance to the firing range, watching her with a little smirk.
2213 hours, or rather, 10:13 pm. She hadn't realized it was this late. She was supposed to have met him for dinner an hour ago. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time."
"You're the only person still here. Everyone else has gone home for the night." Sephiroth motioned towards the firing range. "Keep at your practice. I enjoy watching you shoot."
Akalara smiled and turned back to the range, changing out the target with a fresh one and reloading her 9mm. She had just finished and was aiming when strong arms slid around her waist and teeth nibbled at her ear. Surprised, she squeezed off a round; the bullet missed the target completely, digging into the wall about two feet away from the paper silhouette.
Her antagonizer chuckled darkly. "Now, Akalara. You should know better. Aren't Turks supposed to be able to continue their work, despite any and all distractions?"
"Y-yeah," she agreed, raising the gun once more and trying to ignore the silver-haired devil nipping at her weak spots.
"Here." He passed her a gun. "Use this instead. I know you like them big." He emphasized the word by grinding his hips against her ass, just hard enough to make the action erotic rather than lewd. Akalara exhaled shakily, then raised the gun. A .44 Magnum. Nice.
"Big and powerful. Just how you like it." Sephiroth's mouth migrated to where her shoulder met her neck, his teeth and tongue sending sweet heat down her spine to pool in her groin. The green-haired woman moaned softly and raised the magnum, squeezing the trigger.
One large hand squeezed her through her skirt. The shot tore through the paper beside the silhouette's head.
"Focus, Akalara." The hand slid upward and was joined by the other, slowly pulling her snap-front white shirt open. She felt him chuckle and shivered as he discovered her naughty secret. "No bra today? I bet the men enjoyed watching you on the obstacle course. Especially while you were straddling the wall."
The next shot exploded into the air just as his fingers, his warm hands, covered her nipples.
"Another miss." He blew hotly into her ear and felt her shudder. "Am I distracting you, Akalara?"
In reply, she squeezed the trigger once more, this time catching the target right between the non-existent eyes. Then she put the gun down and reached behind her, burrowing her fingers into his glorious silver hair and pulling him down further. Sephiroth was more than six feet tall, and Akalara barely topped five; standing positions could never be maintained forever, not if they intended to actually do anything.
As her lover was proving now. Bending over like this was starting to hurt his back; Sephiroth turned her around and boosted her up onto the ledge that held her guns and clips, shoving them out of the way without any mind as to whether they were loaded or not. Now at a similar height, they wre able to explore each other at will.
When their clothes were open and out of the way, Sephiroth pulled another gun out of his back pocket. Akalara knew the gun was a mere prop, just a stage gun with a filled-in barrel and nowhere for a bullet to go. But for this game, it was a real gun. He held the gun to her forehead and she immediately spread her legs, playing along. Sephiroth never truly hurt her, but both of them were doubly turned on by the presence of the gun. The general never carried one normally, so whenever Akalara saw him with one she knew she was going to get fucked with it sooner or later during the day, or 'threatened' into acquiesing with his sexual demands.
"Already wet, are we?" He bit off one glove and let his fingers explore between her legs. "I don't recall telling you you could get wet."
"Big guns turn me on." She made no effort to touch him. That, too, was a part of the game. It was all about dominance and submission. She was just as often the one holding the gun to his head as he was to her.
"Do you mean guns, or..." A quick jerk had his leather pants unfastened, his cock already stiff and ready. "...cocks?"
Akalara moaned. "I don't care whichever one I mean. Just put it inside me already!"
Sephiroth chuckled. "As you wish."
The trainee's head was thrown back as he shoved inside her, as fast as he could. As he began thrusting, he pulled her forward until she was just barely on the ledge. Akalara found herself with a mouthful of metal a second later.
"Suck it, bitch," he snarled. "Slide your tongue all over that barrel."
Akalara obeyed, licking and sucking on the gun as though it was a cock. Sephiroth groaned at the sight and ground against her hard, his free hand holding her steady on the very edge of the ledge. "That's it... Get it slick..."
She acquiesed, practically deep-throating the gun before her lover pulled it out and lifted her completely off the shelf, sitting the ledge himself a moment later. Akalara braced herself and took the dominant role, lifting and lowering her hips at a tightly-controlled pace. Sephiroth leaned forward to nip a series of love-bites into her collarbone, his hot tongue smoothing along the abused skin just as the gun made its presence known again.
The Turk trainee froze, her cranberry eyes going wide with both shock and lust as the gun prodded at her back door. Sephiroth smirked against her neck; he had never used the gun like this before, but if he was right...
His lover's movements became twice as frantic, accompanied by little whimpers and soft, pleading noises as she repeatedly impaled herself on both cock and gun. Sephiroth held the gun steady and feasted on her throat and breasts, his free hand alternating between gripping her hip and stroking her clit.
All good things must come to an end. All too soon, Akalara felt the pressure growing in her core, saw the strain in her lover's face. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice tight.
"So am I," she gasped, sitting on him once more.
"Come on, Ak... Come with me...!" He felt his ejaculation start and slammed the gun into her ass at the same time that his thumb pressed down on her clit. The green-haired trainee arched her back and screamed her release just as Sephiroth's hips lifted off the ledge, his seed pumping deep inside her body.
The gun was taken out and she collapsed against him, his arms tight around her. It was during moments like this when Akalara could pretend Sephiroth actually loved her. She knew he cared deeply for her, and the feeling was mutual, but he didn't love her.
Or at least, she didn't think he did. He was so hard to interpret sometimes, she couldn't get an accurate reading.
She did know, from talking with the secretaries, that she was the only woman in Shinra he cuddled with like this. The general was considerate of a woman's needs, but typically after the sex was over and his bed-mate for the night had recovered, she would turn her head or roll over only to find herself facing Sephiroth's back.
He had never done that to Akalara. Every single time they coupled, he always held her afterwards.
Somehow, someway, she was special to him. She just didn't know exactly how.
She felt his lips press against her scalp in a tender kiss. "I'm leaving on a mission in the morning. It shouldn't be too long before I come back. I have some leave-time saved up; how do you feel about going to Wutai with me for a week?"
Akalara smiled and snuggled into his chest. "I'd like that. I've never been outside Midgar before." A thought struck her. "Where are you going tommorrow?"
"Nibelheim."
"Oh. You mean that mission Zack said he was assigned to?"
"Yes." He hitched her up tighter against him and laid his head atop her own.
"Cool." She closed her eyes, listening to the thick, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.
They remained like that for a long moment, then separated and rearranged their clothes. Sephiroth took her hand. "Come. I want to spend the rest of the night making love to you."
"You know I have no objections," she replied with a smile and a naughty wink. He did this every time he went out on a mission. "But are you sure you can go all night long?"
He laughed outright, knowing she was teasing him. She was perfectly aware of his stamina in bed. "I promise, by the time you wake up tommorrow you'll be so full of my seed that you'll slosh when you walk. If you even can."
"I'll hold you to that, Seph."
He wrapped an arm around her waist possessively as they left the training level and waited for the elevator. "I know you will."