AN: HELLOOOO, PEASANTS. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAN BACK, EAT DANGO, AND ENJOY MY ZEALOUS CREATIVITY IN THE FORM OF FANFICTION.
-Chapter Start-
"Oh my god- no. This is a joke, right? A sick joke?"
"Theria!"
"Is this- Komui, please tell me this isn't what I think this is?" She gripped his hands. He couldn't even look her in the eye. "Tim?" Her eyes watered. "I- I'll just... go, then..." She made it on her word out the door, but before anyone could even continue their work she had stormed back in. "How could you let this happen!?"
"Theria, we-"
"He was supposed to be under surveillance- I can't fucking take a shit without them knowing, but Cross just gets killed and nobody notices?"
"I-"
"No, Komui, I'm done with this shit! I'm going back to our room, and I'm going to STAY THERE until THEY," she gestured to the other occupants of the room, "learn how to fucking keep the people I love from being SHOT IN THE FACE!"
And with that she truly did march out of that room for good, slamming the door behind her like thunder.
"ASSHATS!"
-1-1-1-
"Must all our important talks happen here?" Komui sighed as he slumped in the chair next to the bookshelf Theria had given him the "option" of installing.
"We'll I'm certainly not going anywhere. That vow was far too dramatic for me to just go back on it."
"Ya know..." He narrowed his eyes at her. "It's okay if you cry. Really, it is."
"I know," she pushed her face in her hands. "I want to. But for some reason I can't bring myself to- which almost feels even worse."
"Is this the first time, then, that you've been so sad you can't cry?"
"I wish..." It was silent for a moment.
"Well, now that that's settled, let's go eat- I'll even take you down to town!"
"I don't wanna-"
"Yes you do! I REFUSE TO LEAVE MY BELOVED THERIA IN SUCH SADNESS!"
"I just said I wasn't gonna-"
Next thing she knew she was being carried bridal style out the doors of the Black Order. And when something like that happens, can you really just choose not to laugh?
-1-1-1-
"Where have you two been!?" Lenalee had her hands on her hips. "Link is this close to having some sort of mental breakdown because of your disappearing act! I almost feel sorry for him!"
"I don't!" Lavi piped in. "This is hilarious, good job guys!"
"I'm fine with him having a mental break down."
"But will Rouvelier be?" Lenalee crossed her arms.
"I'M SO SORRY MY DEAR LENALEE!" Komui sobbed at her feet. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"
"Pull yourself together, brother."
"Walker!"
"Speak of the devil..." Theria glared at the silently fuming Link making his way towards them.
"It is against your agreement with Rouvelier to leave the premises without first alerting me. Remember it only due to fierce negotiation on the part of Komui Lee that we allow you this much."
"But I was with Komui Lee, so I alerted someone, kinda. And it was only, like, three, four hours tops!"
"I must report this."
"Oh my god, you're such an ASS." Theria threw her hands in the air in defeat. "I can't even deal with you people anymore. I'm done! I just wanna read Les Mis and eat a papaya, is that really too much to ask? But no, I have to fucking help you count my breaths!"
"I do not count each of your individual breaths in a day, Walker."
"You may as well! Pregnant people should have crème brûlèe, shitty romance novels, and papaya- especially papaya! And yet here I am be chastised for going out to eat with my boyfriend, and the father of my child. Fuck you, sir!" She humphed and marched off to who knows where- it certainly wasn't the direction of her room at least. "AND YOU BETTER FOLLOW ME, KOMUI."
"Walker has been having 'temper tantrums' quite often today."
"Probably the pregnancy hormones. Smuggle her a papaya and she'll be alright."
"Why does everyone keep mentioning papaya?"
-1-1-1-
Throughout the next few days Theria did not in fact make good on her promise to stay in her room- apparently there was no point after Komui "forcefully" dragged her out- but she did finish Les Mis, eat crème brûlèe, and smuggle a papaya. She was in, as a matter of fact, a very good mood situationally. She had even managed to largely avoid Link. So considering her reaction upon Rouvelier's summons, Link could only be thankful she hadn't been in a bad mood, else the order may have been no more.
"WHADAYA MEAN I HAVE TO SEE THAT BASTARD!?" Wuthering Heights lie tattered on the floor, pieces falling out of her conch shell braid.
"Komui has been summoned as well. He would like to discuss the results of your pregnancy."
"Yeah, I heard you the first time! The question I'm asking here is what of his fucking business is it!?"
"It is not my place to surmise such things on his behalf."
"DO YOU EVEN HAVE A SOUL."
"I'm not entirely certain how to respond to that, Walker."
"Good lord- c'mon, let's just get this over with. Lead to way to mini-Lucifer."
With a quizzical eyebrow Link led her in perfect silence to Rouvelier's office, the only sound the echoes of their boots on the cold hard floor. She arrived just moments before Komui, who had his look in his eye. The one that meant shit had hit the fan.
"Hey," she whispered as if speaking at full volume would cause their world to come crashing down. She stood as close beside him as physically possible without climbing on top of him but refrained from grabbing his hand. She needed at lease some semblance strength to show Rouvelier she wasn't gonna go down with whatever his proposal was without a proper fight- but she couldn't outright challenge him either.
"Hey." He was equally hushed.
"Ahem." Rouvelier sat at his desk with his legs crossed and a slice of cake resting on a plate in his hand. He looked like a bastard- which he was.
"What do you want?"
"You see, I believe we have an unresolved issue here, Walker."
"I believe we have multiple unresolved issues, sir. You'll have to be more specific."
"About the child you are carrying." Theria nodded. She had been expecting him to mention this for a while now. "And the matter of what is to be done with it."
"I'm keeping it," she spat instantaneously.
"You don't have much of a choice in that matter, Walker-"
"Like hell I don't have a choice! Do you really want to unleash the wrath of the fourteenth any more than you already have?"
"Is that a threat, Walker?"
"You know damn well if it was or not."
"What Theria means is that, no offense to you, we intend to keep this child. In her grieving state how much control do you think she would hold over the fourteenth? And right after the death of her master? Besides, would you really risk the death of a possible accommodator of innocence? Especially the child of such a powerful exorcist as Theria?"
"All of these factor have been considered, chief Komui. And a decision has been reached."
Screw it. Theria gripped Komui's hand with bone crushing strength he didn't know she had in her. There'd be finger prints on his hands tomorrow.
"You will be allowed to keep the child," he began with a bite of his cake, "and he or she will be raised by you two, in your quarters. However,"
Theria could hardly contain herself at this point. This was going almost too well.
"However, the order demands permission that your child be examined once a month, as of their first birthday- of course there won't be any issue there, will there? Unless you're hiding something..." He smirked.
"No," Komui kept his composure. "Not at all."
"Then you are dismissed- oh, one last thing," They turned from the door. "You also must be married within the month. We are a religious organization, you understand."
Theria raised and eyebrow but ultimately they both left without a word. She couldn't help but but feel that when that door closed behind them another had opened, and through it would pour the strongest forces of hell.
-Chapter End-
AN: I have a strong feeling "examination" does not mean "examination". Oh well, the Noah's are on the way to mix things up for us.