Chapter 2

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Tsukasa woke up with a bad hangover and a bad attitude. He didn't remember much from last night.

Except the house full of people, a bottle of vodka, and...

A girl in a blue dress? But that was a bit of a blur too.

Glancing around the room, if she had been here she was gone now.

He got up from the bed and dragged himself into the bathroom.

When he returned he slid on a pair of boxers, shorts and a t-shirt. On the way out of the room there was a shine of plastic on the ground. Tsukasa bent down to snatch it up. It was an ID card. He made his way down the steps reaching his destination in the living room. The girl looked familiar...

He sat down in a chair and ordered one of the employees to bring him some water, pain killers, and breakfast. Taking a final look at the picture it struck him then that this belonged to the girl from last night!

Makino Tsukushi.

"Tsukasa!" a black haired fellow yelled happily while coming into the room.

Tsukasa flinched. "I'll break your neck if you yell again."

"Whoa," said another friend right behind the first. "You would think a guy who got laid would be in a better mood."

There was a glare shot Akira's way. The long red head glanced over his shoulder. Rui came into the room scratching his shaggy dirty blonde head, looking bored.

These three were Tsukasa's closest and only proclaimed friends.

"What's that?" Soujiro grabbed the ID card out of Tsukasa's hand and sat down.

Akira followed suit and settled down next to Soujiro.

"Yikes. Is this the girl you slept with?" Akira asked. "I mean she's not ugly but there were plenty of other girls to choose from."

"I was drunk," Tsukasa defended himself and bent forward to steal the card back. He slipped it in his pocket so they would hopefully drop the subject.

It would end up in the garbage later.

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More than two weeks had gone by since that party. Tsukushi had pretty much put the whole incident behind her.

She couldn't live in the past and pitty herself. Things happened, now it was over.

Today, Tsukushi had woken up only to have to sprint to the toilet. The fourth time this week.

How she wished it would end. There was nothing in her stomach to throw up which resulted in dry heaving.

There was a jingle of keys and the apartment door was opened by her roomate.

"Tsukushi?" A high pitched voice called out.

Tsukushi couldn't find her voice to answer her best friend.

Yuki was soon in the bathroom door taking in the scene. Tsukushi crumbled over the toilet gasping for breath.

"Oh my god Tsukushi!" Yuki bent down and pulled the hair away from Tsukushi's face. "You told me...you told me you were only sick once. How long has this been happening?"

Tsukushi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Four...days...," she huffed.

"Your seeing a doctor. Today," Yuki said firmly.

A surprise to hear her to do so. Yuki's personality leaned more towards soft, gentle, and obedient.

Tsukushi couldn't argue even if she wanted to. Yuki left only to return with a small trash bin.

"Hold this."

Tsukushi gripped it as Yuki helped her to stand. It was a struggle to exit the apartment and get into the vehicle. When they were finally at the clinic she was ushered to a room with a small bed to laydown in. After describing her symptoms and answering questions from the nurse and doctor they conducted some tests. Exhausted from everything Tsukushi had fallen asleep for some time.

Someone shook her shoulder gently. Tsukushi awoke from her slumber and saw Yuki by her side and the doctor standing at the end of the bed.

This was it. The doctor would tell her she was sick but it was nothing serious, all she needed to do was take whatever sort of medicine to be cured. She cringed at the thought of the hospital bill and the medicine but still displayed a small smile for the doctor.

"You're pregnant."

The answer echoed in the room. Yuki gasped. Tsukushi's smile fell and it seemed like her heart stopped.

"What?" she whispered. "That can't...no." Tsukushi became defensive. The doctor was lying. "No!"

If she didn't believe his words they couldn't be true.

"Your about two weeks along," the doctor continued.

"Oh Tsukushi," her friend gripped her hand and started to say reassuring words.

"It'll be ok."

"I'm here."

"You can do this."

Do what? Raise a child? She was still in college. She had plans for the future. Plans that a child could not fit into.

Back home in her own bed Tsukushi contemplated all this and more in a comatose like state. What to tell her parents. What would she do about school.

The lack of energy and buzzing mind served as an unusual lullaby that put Tsukushi back asleep.

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Tsukushi new something was wrong. Knew that she was in a dream because everything was fuzzy, her body felt weightless. Every step she took was cautious and unsteady.

She was in her dark apartment feeling a force pulling her into the kitchen. The small window above the kitchen sink was open letting in the bright light from outside. Her eyes followed the direction of the light to a crib in the middle of the kitchen.

Had that been there when she had come in?

"Hello?" she called into the apartment.

There was no answer. Tsukushi kept walking towards the white crib.

But when she peered inside...it was empty. The breath she had been holding slipped through her lips. Such relief but she cried because now she felt a heart breaking pain coming from deep in her soul.

A babies cry filled the room.

Tsukushi picked her head up and glanced to her right where another white crib, identical to the left one, had appeared. Peering into the right crib there was a baby.

The baby saw Tsukushi and smiled, making these squeals of happiness that created a soft rosy atmosphere. It reached it's arms out for her but Tsukushi stepped away from the crib.

Then the baby started to cry and scream. An ear bleeding sound that made Tsukushi cringe and cover her ears.

"I don't understand!" she screamed into the room. "Please stop!"

Tsukushi's eyes opened and she was in bed. For the fifth time she dashed to the bathroom from morning sickness. When it was over she left her room for the kitchen. Yuki was there making breakfast.

No cribs. No more crying.

"Morning," Tsukushi greeted.

Yuki smiled over her shoulder. "Good morning."

Tsukushi sat down and there was a plate of food placed in front of her. Yuki took a seat next to her.

It felt normal.

"What are you going to do?"

Mid bite Tsukushi froze and put down her eating utensil. There was no reason not to tell Yuki the truth now.

"I'm...not sure..."

"It...comes down to two choices. Either you keep the baby or," Yuki made eye contact, "you don't. There's abortion but also adoption to think about."

There was sudden clarity about Tsukushi's dream. A crib with a baby.

And a crib without one.

Tsukushi didn't respond.

"Do you know who the father is?" Yuki pushed.

"Sort of. I know what he looks like," Tsukushi answered.

Yuki nodded obviously not happy with the answer. "You...you need to figure out who he is and where he lives. He needs to take responsibility."

Tsukushi abruptly stood up and paced. "What if he's a terrible person? Or some criminal? I mean I'm too young to marry Yuki."

"He has the right to know. The rest you can figure out later."

She was right of course.

Tsukushi nodded. "Alright. I'll ask a classmate of mine who might know who he is."

Yuki got up and enveloped Tsukushi in a hug.

"You're not alone," she whispered.

Tsukushi's eyes watered and she started to cry into her best friends shoulder.

The first ray of happiness she had felt in days was knowing Yuki was here for her.

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