Damned Chinatown
Kayi Rowling

Within this little corner of the world,
That which is hard to believe,
That which is impossible otherwise,
Is a common thing of every day.

Still, there are some things
Which blur the barrier even further,
Cause a stir in everyone's lives
Even within this world's little corner.

Of such a rare nature,
Of impossibility and disbelief,
Of chaos and instability,
Was this particular case…

I am going to die…

I know I am! And it is all Leon Orcot's fault!

If he only had not insisted after all his cases linking to me were solved without me appearing as guilty of any, if only he had left the pet shop for sure and went on with his human life, if only he was not a complete idiot… this would have never happened.

And he blames me in turn. Because there is nothing as human as erring, and blaming others for your faults just increases such status. And he is a mortal man; nothing better can be expected from him in such case, but to blame me of his current disgrace.

But the sin was his, is his. His foolishness, his desires and wants and needs… They are the reason behind this tragedy not even I could predict.

Nothing like this has ever happened before, and I truly hope nothing like this ever happens again. I pray for my young child, my poor heir, for a better outcome on his life without this, my doomed fate; let him follow the steps of my grandfather, but avoid being like my father or I…

Now, you may wonder: Which terrible present tortures us? Which dark future awaits, haunting us on every breath we take? Allow me to begin with the motivation behind Destiny's underhanded play versus us both: The detective saved me, truly saved me, effectively indebting me to him.

He saved the pet shop, the magical entity I am linked to through my soul, and all the beings living within its enchanted walls. He saved my son, yet unborn, from dying along with me; therefore, he also saved our kind, since we are the youngest pair of a total of four individuals, each able only to duplicate once…

And he did all that, being one among billions of the humans our family has sworn to see the end to, a creature not supposed to help us and not supposed to be spared any suffering we may concoct. I should have killed him and be done with it, instead of insisting to honor traditions that are not even ours.

I guess that just reinforces the idea that the young ones always commit the worst mistakes. My grandfather should not have trusted on me that much; I do not yet have the capacity of taking care of myself.

Oh, well. No use lamenting over hindsight.

Nearly as soon as I insisted Leon Orcot I owed him way more than I could express in words, he threw back at me the way of repayment he wished: He desired my body, he wanted me to submit to his will, he needed someone on his level to be his one and only partner, and, foolishly, he guessed I was the one and only option he had.

I insist he was insane. Now even he says he must have been insane…

Because now he is the one who is having our child.

I promise this, along with the epilogue, will be the only chapter with any kind of Author's Notes!

Ok, so "what's up with this story?" you may be wondering.

The "inspiration" for writing it comes from a simplified challenge in two reviews to my drabble compilation of Dare me!, in which Alana-StarSugarCat posted that she (assuming feminine gender) wished me to write a fic with either Leon or Vesca getting pregnant with their respective D's child, instead of the other way around (which I, personally, favor).

I was obstinately pushing it to the back of my mind, intent on forgetting, yet, in the LiveJournal PSOH Drabble community, I had a discussion with loyal reader Dragoneye200 that ultimately led to me revealing the existence of this story. After a while, my dearest friend convinced me of attempting to finish writing and to publish this fanfic…

And so, thanks to my hyperactive drabble activity, I got two readers, one that challenged me and I never saw again, and one I wish to dedicate this fic to, that convinced me of doing this. Enjoy!