So sorry, but this chapter will be short since I have a lot of reading to catch up on for school, and I have a mandarin project that I have to do as well. Yes, I am learning Mandarin Chinese. 我爱你们 3~~ whoa that was a really Chinese Izaya moment there. O_o. Anyway, please understand don't hate me! But I'm glad that you guys like it!

Shizu...(ko's)? POV

My lips had barely formed the last few words that ended up as less than a whisper. At least Izaya knew what I meant, and for once in his fucking life, that stupid grin had been wiped off his face. His expression was now somewhere between horrified and the realization that he had really fucked up.

"Wai- wha-?" He was looking back and forth at my face, then the hand that I had placed on my stomach.

"Don't make me say it again." I grumbled.

"No, I'm serious, what?" Izaya asked. And he says I'm fucking stupid.

"YOU MORON, YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!" I scream, pulling up fist.

"DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!" He screamed back as he held up his hands, bracing for impact.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! THIS ISN'T MY HOUSE, AND YOU'RE NOT MY HU-" I almost said something that would've given me a heart attack. I see Izaya smirk as he hides behind his hands; he knew that I would react like this. I mentally slap myself as I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Well, if it's mine, then you stay here if you'd like." He smiles, opening a gap between his hands and poking his head through to stare into my eyes.

"HELL NO! SO YOU CAN WHAT, FUCK ME SOME MORE?! WELL GUESS WHAT, ASSHOLE, MY SHOE'S ABOUT TO FUCK YOU!" This stupid argument didn't even last five minutes, since we got an angry call from about every person in the entire building. And even though all of Ikebukuro could hear us screaming our heads off I still ended up staying in the guest room at Izaya's place. I put myself to sleep constantly asking myself how the hell I'd gotten into this situation in the first place.

All I could see was a bright light scorching my eyes as I lay half naked on a metal bed. I can hear voices, but my ears slur their words, making it almost impossible for me to understand them.

"-wajima, can you hear m-" I can barely hear a woman say. Slowly I nod. My stomach feels like its crushing me. I squint my eyes and lift my head to see that my stomach had much larger. It wasn't anywhere near big enough for the kids to be ready to come out, though it was still a pretty heavy weight on my internal organs.

I'm surrounded by doctors, their faces are half covered by their masks, I can recognize the woman speaking to me. What was her name? That's right, Namie... Yagiri, was it? She's pulling on her gloves and mask as she calmly talks to me. "It's okay, the procedure will be finished very quickly." Procedure? For what? Hell, whatever it is, I just want them to get it over with. I let out a sigh, trying to calm my nerves, and lay my head back on the metal bed.

I feel a sharp pain shoot up from my stomach. I try to sit up again and force words that are difficult just for my mouth to form. "What the hell-" I shout. I feel sick at the sight before me. They're cutting open my stomach. "What are you doing?!" I scream, my voice shaking in terror. I try to reach out and shove their hands away, but my entire body absolutely refuses to move.

"Just let us handle this, it's going to be okay." She says softly. Namie steps back for a second to put her scalpel on a small table that's covered with her other tools. She returns to my side and begins to open the gash that she put down my abdomen, and slowly slides her hand inside.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Get the hell away from me!"shriek, I shiver at the disgusting feeling of her hand moving around inside me. She doesn't even acknowledge my protesting screams as she grabs onto something and begins to pull it out. My heart just about stops beating when I see that's it's half-formed baby that's still inside it's sack. It's crying out, squirming in the palm of Namie's hand.

Namie smiles. "It's a boy! And there's another one in there that I need to pull out too!" She clamps her hand down hard. I can hear the sickening sound of crushing tiny bones as it cries even louder. Crimson waterfalls spill down her stained latex gloves.

Sorry if that last part scarred some of your minds. But I like coming up with human torture methods! Call me crazy, I already know I am. Anyway I'm super surprised that I have so many followers! I love you guys! YAAAAAAAYYY~~~~ I'm on extra crack today! Wooooooo!