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Nagi slouched lower on the couch--arms crossed--glaring at everyone who dared looked his way.



Where the hell is he? he thought furiously. He'd been waiting for half an hour and is now royally pissed.



The Weiss brat had already left--thank God for that. Omi had been called into the doctor's office before Nagi could even summon his powers. Nagi snorted remembering the other boy's expression when he stepped back out into the waiting room. He looked deliriously--happy?



Talk about clueless, Nagi thought, shaking his head. That boy has major issues.



The door to the waiting room opened. Nagi looked up to see Brad enter with a big bouquet of roses in one hand, chocolates in the other.



Nagi stood up, scowling.



"Nagi," Brad said as he caught sight of the boy, relief apparent on his normally unruffled demeanor. He strode towards the boy and, dropping the roses and chocolates on the couch, wrapped both arms around Nagi in a tight hug.



Something was not right in this picture.



"W-what??" Nagi stammered, baffled by this strange behavior.



Brad never gives hugs in public. Not ever.



"Brad--" Nagi hissed, trying to wriggle out of Brad's arms. All eyes in the room were on them and he felt his face grow hot.



"I'm so happy." Brad whispered, voice overcome with emotion.



Oh, no.



"I can't believe it. We're gonna have a baby!"











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Title: Rock-A-Bye.Baby?!? (Part 1/? - Immaculate Misconception)

Author: Dreamwalker

E-mail: dreamwalkerchan@yahoo.com

Type: humor, AU

Pairings: Youji/Omi, Crawford/Nagi

Rating: PG-13

Keywords: AU, OOC, absurd humor, childbearing

Archive: Previous chapter can be found here http://www.geocities.com/d_arcy18/weisskreuz.html

Author's Note: This is a birthday fic for Fei and Jei. They own archiving rights. This fic is unbeta-ed.



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It's no use. He might as well be talking to the bathroom door. Sighing with frustration, Youji leaned back against the wall in defeat. In the still silence of their room, he could hear the soft sniffles coming from the bathroom door.



Guilt clamped around his chest like a vise. Bad guys, he could handle. A crying Omi, he could not.



"Come on, Omi," he began again, turning back to the door. "Please, open up. Look, I'm sorry. You just caught me by surprise. Come on, angel, come out and we'll talk, aright?"



He waited with bated breath as the snifflings from inside began to subside. Finally, the lock clicked as the knob was turned. Out came Omi, cheeks tear- stained, usually clear blue eyes all red and puffy.



"You hate me now, don't you?" Omi asked softly, miserably.



"Oh baby, how can you say that? Of course, I don't!" Youji exclaimed feeling totally wretched. He caught a reluctant Omi by the arm, drawing the boy to him in a hug. "I'm sorry." he whispered over and over into the boy's hair as Omi leaned into the hug and began crying again.



"I thought you'd be happy once you find out," Omi said against his shirt. "I'm so stupid--!"



"Hush," Youji said soothingly. "Of course, I'm happy. I've never been happier."



He didn't know which felt worse: making Omi cry or lying through his teeth.



Omi, pregnant? Of course he'd be upset! He felt like the whole world had been dropped on his head.



Sayonara bachelorhood, hello fatherhood.



That meant a new house, a bigger car, little kids running around the house, screaming.



He felt like crying himself.



"Youji-kun? Youji-kun?!"



"W-wha--?" Cerulean eyes snapped him out of his reverie.



"Do you mean it?" Omi asked, eyes shining brightly through his tears.



"Of course, I do!" he said, even managing to sound a little hurt that Omi would even doubt his sincerity.



"I'm so glad!" Omi exclaimed happily, hugging him back tightly.



Youji smiled. He felt a little better, knowing Omi was happy. Besides, there's nothing that could be worse than this. Right?



"Now, Youji-kun," Omi said, calming down a bit, turning bright eyes back on him. "When are we gonna tell Ken-kun and Aya-kun?"







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Nagi Naoe was not a happy camper. He sat bundled up on their living room sofa in a ridiculously pink robe and an equally ridiculous pair pink slippers that Brad made him wear.



"I'm fine," he insisted crankily as Brad adjusted the cushions for the nth time.



"Just making sure you're comfortable," Brad said, ignoring Nagi's obviously bad mood.



"We're going back tomorrow," Nagi reminded him. "And we're gonna settle this once and for all! Those idiots at the lab must have made some kind of mistake and that's all that this is, a mistake--"

"Alright, whatever you say, Nagi," Brad said smoothly, cutting him off. "Now what do you want later for dessert?"



"I'm not hungry!" Nagi huffed, miffed at Brad's patronizing tone and uncharacteristically pleasant mood.



Shrugging, Brad walked back to the kitchen. Nagi glared at the television while he listened to Brad work in the kitchen. He levitated it off the stand, onto the floor and back again, trying to blow off steam.



Dammit! Has the world gone crazy? Teenage boys getting pregnant! Whoever heard of such nonsense! And Brad too! That was the last straw--!



"Nagi!"



The television wobbled in mid-air as Brad's voice cut sharply through his thoughts. The tall leader of Schwartz stood by the hall, hands on waist. He no longer looked pleased.



"I told you not to do that! It's not good for--"



"Well, who cares! There is no baby anyway!" Getting up, Nagi began to stomp off towards the direction of their room. "I'm going to bed!"



"No, your not," Brad said, blocking his way. "We have guests for dinner."



Nagi scowled at him. "Guests? Since when did we--" Nagi paused in mid- sentence, eyes growing wide.



"You didn't tell *them*, did you?"



As if on cue, the front door was thrown open and a familiar voice called out, "Where's the new mommy?"