Poor Eijun. Just saying.
Chapter 2: He Did What?
"Kazuya, I'm pregnant."
Miyuki's face darkened as he leaned back and looked at Eijun's flat stomach, smirking. "Oh? Really? Wow, how did you know?"
The brunette blushed, patting his stomach affectionately. "Well, Dr. Shimizu gave me an x-ray test and she told me that I had a baby. I never knew a guy could get pregnant, so I was surprised when—"
"Oi, oi. Cut the crap already." The bespectacled man laughed hysterically, making the brunette lose his train of thought. "What's so funny? Aren't you happy?"
Miyuki stared at him incredulously. "Happy? Happy, you say? Man, you really are retarded. I should've told you from the start, but I just wanted to savor the moment. I never wanted to get you pregnant anyway. I mean, look at you. You're so… plain. There's nothing good about you. You can cook and clean, but that's about it. Sex is a given, no shit. You can't do anything right in your life. I only proposed to you to kill time and get what I want. Now that I have what I need, I have no use for you anymore. What's with that look on your face? Are you sad? Huh? Well, be sad, trash. You were so dumb to believe that I actually loved you. I don't understand people like you, being able to fall for others without caution. You deserve it. Use your brain for one. Oh, yeah, I forgot. You don't have one."
"What about the baby?"
"Eh? What baby? I may have made it, but that piece of crap is no child of mine. It was never mine. I never wanted a child in the first place. Ha, it sure sucks to be you."
A few minutes later, Miyuki came down from the second floor with three suitcases, his white jacket and an umbrella. He tossed Eijun a set of keys. "I'm done with you. You can keep this house. Listen very carefully. Don't expect me to come back here ever again. Bye-bye, Sawamura." He opened his umbrella, turned off the lights and walked out the front door.
Rain pattered harder against the roof and windows.
Eijun sat in silence, casting away his fear of the dark. Suddenly his hands began to tremble as he finally processed what had just occurred. He opened his mouth, nothing but a whisper coming out. "What… just happened? W-Why is it so dark in here? Why am I alone? Why did Kazuya… leave me? What did I do w-wrong? I don't understand… did he l-lie to me this whole time?" Waterfalls of tears dripped down his face; his nose runny. He wiped them away, but they wouldn't stop flowing. He found himself on the floor, curling into a ball with only the coldness to surround him.
Kuramochi glanced at the time as he laid in bed, playing Street Fighter.
11:32 pm.
'Maybe I should call Sawamura and see how things worked out,' he thought. Pausing his game, he reached for his phone and dialed Eijun's number.
Eijun picked his phone from his pocket and flicked it open. "…Hello?"
Kuramochi smiled. "Yo, you got good news?"
A smug expression tugged on the brunette's lips as he clutched his body tighter. "Good news? What's that supposed to mean? After all I've done… I've given up on good news. No such things exist, Mochi-senpai."
The former shortstop blinked in confusion. "Are you okay? Your voice seems sore. Where's Miyuki?"
"Oh, Kazuya?" Eijun smiled painfully. "I have no idea at all. Mochi-senpai … he lied to me. Do you know how much that hurts? He totally threw me under the bus. He left me, saying that I was retarded and stupid for loving him, that he never wanted me to have a child in the first place. It hurts, Mochi-senpai … it hurts… my heart's burning and melting … it hurts…"
Kuramochi growled. "Fucking Miyuki! Why on Earth did he do that to you?!"
"…Who knows? Maybe I just wasn't good enough."
"But what about the baby?"
"Kazuya doesn't want it. He never did. He called it a piece of crap… I don't understand … why would he call a baby such a horrible word?"
The green-head could feel anger boiling deep within him. "Hold on, I'll be right there! Don't move! Do you hear me?"
Eijun nodded. "Yes, Mochi-senpai."
After he hung up, Kuramochi jumped out of bed and threw on his green coat. "Ryo, give me your umbrella!" he shouted as he headed downstairs.
"It's on the couch," the elder said from the kitchen. "Where're you going at this time?"
"It's Sawamura! I have to help him!"
Before Ryosuke could ask why, his spouse grabbed his umbrella and dashed out the door.
Kuramochi ran through the rain in a fury, dialing Miyuki's number repeatedly. "Fucking bastard!"
'Sorry, but the number you have dialed, 347-993-8601, is not available. To hang up, please press 1 or leave a message at the tone–'
The former shortstop sucked his teeth irritatedly. "Damn four-eyes! Why the hell isn't he picking up? Man, when I get my hands on him, I'll beat the shit out of him, I swear!"
Arriving at Eijun's house, he unlocked the door with the spare key Miyuki gave him and rushed in, panting heavily. He turned on the lights. "Sawamura! Where are you? Sawamura –"
"Over here." An arm waved lethargically.
Kuramochi strolled into the living room to find Eijun laying on the floor, his eyes red and puffy. "Yo, you okay?" He helped him sit up and wiped his face with care. "Tell me what happened. Every detail."
The brunette looked at the lightning out his window and began to tell his story. "Well, you texted me about what I should do, first of all. Then when Kazuya came home, I told him about the baby and then he started laughing. I was so confused. I didn't know if he was laughing from surprise or disbelief. I finally realized that it was none of those options. Kazuya said that I was retarded and gullible for loving him, that he never loved me and that he only used me for cooking, cleaning and sex. He never wanted me to have a baby. He called it a piece of crap. Crap. Then, he just packed his stuff and left with a smirk on his f-face…" The former pitcher covered his eyes with his hands, tears slipping through continuously.
Kuramochi sighed, at a loss for words. "Hey, don't cry. Being sad isn't good for the baby's emotional development –"
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, MOCHI-SENPAI?! I'M ALL ALONE NOW! I HAVE NO ONE… I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG! I WON'T BE ABLE TO SUPPORT THE BABY WITHOUT KAZUYA! I NEED KAZUYA! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!"
The green-head pulled him close, tears and shivers wrinkling his shirt. "Don't worry, Bakamura. At least you have me to lean on. Anytime you need help, call me or Ryo. Okay?"
Eijun slowly nodded, calming the tremors throughout his body. "Are you sure you won't leave me in the cold?"
"Hell yea. I've called Miyuki numerous times but he never answered. Fucking dick-head. I won't abandon you like he did. I promise."
"Mochi-senpai … thank you."