AN: Okay, guys, guess what? I uploaded it his to doc manager three weeks ago, and all this time I've thought that I had posted it. I only just found out I didn't because I logged on to reread it before I wrote my next chapter. Sorry, but I did write this for you much earlier, I apparently just didn't post it. Which is why I should'nt upload things at three am, I suppose.

-Chapter Start-

"Give me back the papaya!"

"NEVER!"

"Goddammit Komui, give it back now!"

"No!" Komui stuck out his tongue.

"That's it!" Theria leaped towards him, tackling him to the ground, beginning their wrestle for the papaya.

"What's the matter with them?" Allen asked Lavi as he came over to a nearby table to the fight with his towering piles of food/his appetizer before lunch. Lavi sighed.

"Theria was chowing down a papaya, and Komui came in here and when he saw what she was eating he spazzed and stole it from her. Says tropical fruits cause miscarriage."

"Miscarriage?"

"Yeah, weird huh? Apparently it's a Chinese thing." Lavi look over his friend who still looked thoroughly confused. Then hit him. "Wait...do you not know yet?"

"Not know what?" Allen furrowed his brow in confusion. Lavi flared out into a burst of laughter.

"What!?"

"Theria has a lot of explaining to do for you, then. So does Komui, apparently. But I'll do it for them as they're currently occupied: Your sister is pregnant."

Allen began to choke on his turkey leg. His head snapped over to face Lavi with wide eyes, as if him to yell "Not!" any second now.

"My sister!?"

"Dude, your face, you look like you're the one who's just been told they're pregnant!"

There was a sudden silence from the fighting corner of the cafeteria, as the papaya was smashed to the ground. Theria stared at it as if it were the dead body of a good friend, while Komui looked victorious. Allen had a feeling this wouldn't end well.

"You. Broke it."

"Yes! It was my duty to protect our unborn child!"

"Komui, you have ten seconds to run."

"Bu-"

"One."

"It was for the best!"

"Two."

"You shouldn't have strained yourself with wrestling like that."

"Three."

"You didn't need the calories anyways."

"THAT'S IT, TEN!"

"NOOO!"

In a flash the pair was gone, leaving Jerry to clean up after them. Link heaved an exasperated sigh and trotted out after them. He didn't get paid enough for this.

-1-1-1-

Theria looked at the pink material in her hands a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes. "What's this for?"

Lenalee rolled her eyes. "It's fabric. I'm going to teach you how to sew for the baby."

"Why is it pink? What if it's a boy? Besides, I'm just gonna by it clothes from town."

"Oh no you aren't! You have to make it at least something with your own two hands!"

"But sewing-"

"Is a good way to spend your time once you're put on bed rest."

"Or a book."

Lenalee ignoreed the comment. "As I was saying-"

"Who said I would be put in bed rest anyways? At least, not for a long time."

"Theria, please, your boyfriend is Komui, you're gonna be confined as much as he can have it."

Theria gave an indignant snort. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Ah, yes, I heard about the papaya battle this morning."

"He was asking for it," Theria insisted as Lenalee guided her hands and gave her instructions in sewing baby booties.

"I'm sure. But maybe you should listen to him- at least some of the time. Our parents were really superstitious, so I'm sure he just doing the best he knows how. I'm not saying do every ridiculous thing he asks- you and me have to keep him in line like that- but at least the little things? It will make him feel better."

Theria chewed on the inside of her lip at if considering this.

"Touché," she allowed after a long pause. She held up a pair of crudely sewn booties. "I told you."

Lenalee laughed. "But you did it. I think there's enough here for you to try agai-"

"No!" Theria took off before she could go any further. She took the booties with her.

-1-1-1-

Theria's mouthed gaped as her eyes scanned the page, raceing back and forth, eating up the words. As she turned to the side she accidentally dropped the book between the bed and the bed and the wall, and cringed as she heard it hit the ground. Groaning, she rolled off to the other side and crawled under to retrieve it. As she lifted it up she blinked at what was under it for a good while before comprehension began to set in. For under the book there was a knife.

With a large sigh she pulled both the book and knife out and sat back down on the foot of the bed. She examined the knife, and unable to determine anything special about it resolved to ask Komui about it later. Turns out later meant approximately five point nine seconds later.

Komui stumbled in, tired, with his hair sticking out every which way even worse than usual. He hadn't left the lab in three days, due to an issue with a certain potion that was giving everyone in the immediate vicinity diarrhea, measles, and second degree burns.

She raised an eyebrow at him and questioned herself mentally as to wether she should bother him at the moment. She decided against it and made a move to put the knife back where she got it, but he noticed.

"Don't move that!" He yawned. "Wards off evil spirits... from the baby..." He collapsed onto the bed, falling almost instantly to sleep, and she couldn't hold in a small laugh. It was a silly thing, really, but Lenalee was right. He may not have been too strong, or have the influence to protect her, but he would do whatever he could. And she was glad to know that.

She would need that.

-Chapter End-

AN: Well I for one am very pleased with myself. Someone should be rewarding me. Anyways, these were all actual Chinese old wives tales, as are any to come. I got them from my great-grandmother, who is Chinese, and thus find her to be a reputable source. I wonder where Link is. I guess he just lives across the hall or something. Maybe since Komui's with her they aren't AS worried about having her watched AS closely? Mebbe? Oh well, not important. Hope you enjoyed!