A/N: Heya~ Thanks for the reviews (XD). Welp, some of the questions... will be answered later by the story but meaybe later on(I appreciate questions cause it will help me fill in the gaps). XD. Please take care of me XD
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Chapter 4: Understanding
The snow fell from the sky in lazy, flat flakes; the city covered by the snow in the early December would be a sight to behold when the first morning light peeked through the horizon tomorrow. The bright lighting of the night restaurants projected the warmth behind the glasses and warmth was something that Furihata was lacking as he waited at the bus stand on the opposite side of the road for his signal to crash the Omiai. His phone beeped – the young man read the message and kept it back in his pocket as he crossed the road to the other side. He stepped onto the pedestrian pavement, gazing through the window to count the tables and when a girl wearing a high pony tail was marked on, Furihata pushed through the doorway, rushing over to where she was sitting to create ruckus before he could be stopped by the waiters.
"Naomi, I love you! That's why, I will not let you go. Come with me!" he dramatically shouted the script that had been given to him, extending his hand towards Naomi. His uninvited appearance was scorned by the other guests in the restaurant. The people around the table were even more so, left speechless at the forcible entry into the restaurant that sold food beyond his own budget. All mouths gaped, uttering absolutely zilch until she spoke.
"I love you too, Kouki! I will not marry this man (jack ass) because I love you so much, my love!" She faked her tears and threw herself at him.
"What's the meaning of this?" Mr Higashi, father of the said girl demanded angrily. His blood rose to his face, glaring daggers at the young man who had included himself in a fated meeting between two people (Akashi and Naomi). He was about to call his bodyguards to throw the man out when Midorima acknowledged Furihata's identity to everyone around the table.
"Furihata?"
The brunet haired young man, whose eyes had been fixed on Naomi, took a look at the faces around the table. His eyes widened when he saw the green haired doctor (Midorima) and … Akashi Seijuurou? His face turned red- oh, the mortification! Midorima stood up immediately, separating the girl from Furihata and grabbed the arm of the said man, dragging him to another corner out from the audiences' hearing range.
"Explain", Midorima ordered him to speak.
"Eh, um, eh…" he tried to cook up a lie on the spot but was failing miserably. He decided to just use the readily available scenario at his disposal after coming up with nothing. "Well, you see, I'm in love with the girl so I'm going to take her away".
"If you think giving me a half-baked lie will make me believe you, reconsider your action. I am your doctor – my job is to make sure no harm comes to you especially when I am at the scene. You are not just risking your life here, Furihata".
"Oh", Furihata scratched the back of his head shamefacedly.
"Do you know what will happen to you now if I do not intervene that pathetic show you are putting up in front of the two most powerful people in Japan?"
"I-I can only imagine. I mean, I didn't know Higashi-chan was about to be engaged to you", Furihata said apologetically.
"Huh? This Omiai is for Akashi, Furihata. I am here as the chaperon", Midorima said, explaining his reason for being there. Furihata turned his head too quickly upon hearing the reason that his neck cracked painfully. He rubbed his neck in pain – shocking news can do that to anyone. The point here was, Akashi was going to be engaged to Naomi. That somehow didn't bode well with him.
"Ouch, that hurts! A-Anyway, I'd still stop the Omiai b-because I promised her!" Furihata looked at him with a glint of determination in his brown orbs. He would be lying to say he didn't care if Naomi was engaged to Akashi – really, Naomi was not a good match to Akashi… That woman valued her freedom more than emotional affiliation.
"You shouldn't interfere, Furihata. You have to remember your condition", Midorima reminded the brunet haired man. When Furihata didn't show the sign of backing down, he grabbed the smaller man's arm and brought him over to the table, ready to drive the pregnant man home. When Akashi's eyes met with Furihata's one, the smaller of the two looked away shyly- the way Akashi was smirking at him was a proof enough that he hadn't forgotten.
"I'm sorry for the interruption. I would like to take my leave to send this man away", said Midorima politely in the presence of others. Naomi had her teary eyes on – her plan was in ruin due to this green haired chaperon (She wanted to kick him so bad for being too righteous!). She would not let the engagement through. No, she had to do something.
"W-Wait!" she grappled at the end of Furihata's winter coat desperately. "My love, how can you leave me like this?"
Midorima assisted on peeling the girl's fingers off. "Miss Higashi, your lover boy has another troubling situation that will risk his life if you don't, for once, make a mature decision to stop acting like a child. I'm sorry for my rudeness. As a doctor, I will not allow my patient to be hurt both mentally and physically".
Akashi, having enough of self-claimed justice and poorly staged love story, stood up. If they thought he had time for bullshit, then they thought wrong. The fastest way to solve this time issue was to remove unnecessary element. Bribing, threatening – he'd deal the situation in a less chaotic way to maintain the peaceful atmsophere. "Kouki, would you come with me for a while to discuss things?"
The way he addressed Furihata on a first name basis made the others questioned their relationship. Midorima was reluctant to allow a face to face talk between the two alone since Akashi was an unpredictable man but Furihata shook his arm free, giving him a small reassuring smile. It was scary, the request, but it was a reasonable demand to have a talk just between them. The one that was crashing Akashi's Omiai was Furihata. He (Furihata) bore all the responsibility to every outcome.
Furihata gulped but forced a nod in the end, following Akashi to the washroom. He played every possible calamity that could ensued during their talk alone, praying hard for a natural catastrophe to come, something like an earthquake or meteor fall to serve as distraction. If he remembered correctly, Akashi had the tendency to cause trauma at interruptions (physically and mentally- both were the same to him) and what Furihata had done earlier fell into that category. A click of the lock and Furihata knew he was screwed.
"How much did she pay you to make a scene?" Akashi asked ever so directly. So he knew about the plan (or maybe he just guessed correctly) but Furihata wasn't going to fall short in his mission.
"Eh, what are you talking about, Akashi-san?"
"Do not play a fool, Kouki. I've known my business rivals longer than you do. Though it amazed me how you have agreed to her twisted plea".
"W-Well, money has nothing to do with this! It's a matter of the heart!"
"Matter of the heart?"
"Yes, the love emotion that any normal human would feel".
"Oh? Was that all you need to put yourself in an unfavorable situation?" The red haired man mocked the other causing Furihata's face to fall. Angry. Angry. Angry. Akashi's mockery irked him to the point he was fuming.
"What do you know about unfavorable situation?!" Furihata suddenly snapped. There was so many wrongs that the other didn't know and yet he used that kind of words against him! He shoved Akashi's shoulder with irritation, walking past him and heading straight out of the restaurant, ignoring Midorima who had followed after him. How dared Akashi talked to him about unfavorable situation? He was the one having a hard time accepting a reality that wasn't even plausible in the first place! What did Akashi know about unfavorable situation?
In his anger, Furihata failed to look at the incoming car. He carelessly marched to the other side, his mind so focused on getting home and going to bed that he missed the sound of a fast approaching vehicle. When the neon light glaringly flashed, Furihata stopped dead in his track against his better judgment. For the first time in his life, he saw glimpses of his death. No, not like this. He didn't want to die like this.
At that moment, Midorima was already running towards the frozen brunet haired man. He lunged himself forward, grabbing the said man, falling hard onto the side pavement, breaking Furihata's landing with his (Midorima) own body acting as a cushion. Furihata, knocked out from his daze, shakily casted his gaze on the doctor who had just saved him from a possible road kill. Blood trailed down the doctor's forehead but he ignored the head trauma, fixing his glasses to check on the other.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Midorima's duty led him to worry about his patient first.
"I'm okay", Furihata shakily answered, "I am okay but you're bleeding", Furihata wiped the blood trail.
"Don't worry about me first. I'm going to get an earful of this", Midorima chuckled lightly, "we should do a checkup tomorrow, just to make sure".
The guests in the restaurant who saw the accident crowded them, a waiter was already on the phone calling an ambulance. Naomi was pampering Furihata while Furihata was fussing over Midorima's injury. It was a chaotic assembly of various intentions. Akashi offered a ride to Furihata- he figured that if some part of the accident was his fault, he should've at least paid for his mistake. Inside the car, quietness took its form, Furihata staring horrifically at the changing scenery.
"Shintarou suffers a minor head injury, nothing to agonize over".
Nothing to agonize over? His friend was almost killed in a road accident and there was nothing to agonize over? He laughed eccentrically- this guy was heartless, he should've expected that. A what if situation occurred in his mind- what if, right then and there, he revealed about the child to Akashi? He doubted Akashi would care.
"Do you know", Furihata paused briefly, his eyes clouded with vengeful anger that he couldn't think correctly, continuing his sentence with bitter revelation "that you are going to be a father?" He dropped the only bomb he had against the said man, all because he took Midorima's condition lightly. Akashi turned to look at him, his eyebrows knitted together.
"I don't seem to…. "He cut his sentence short once he had taken a full view of the brunet haired man. Furihata acted as if he was the victim, the emotions flickering in his eyes were not just worry for a friend. There was something else, something deeper. Understanding dawned onto him and the vice president covered his face with both of his hands, wiping them down to his chin.
"It worked?" Akashi asked suddenly.
"What…"
"It worked, didn't it? You are carrying my child", Akashi said, looking straight into the smaller boy's eyes.
"H-How did you know?"
"Huh, now I have a living sample", Akashi suddenly leaned closer to Furihata. "You don't know, do you?"
"Akashi-san, you're creeping me out", Furihata put on his guard, his back touching the door as he tried to get out of Akashi's face. Akashi laughed lowly, his hand tracing Furihata's abdomen.
"I caused this. Do you think a normal man can actually get pregnant? Not without an assist, no, man can't get pregnant but that assist that had been provided by me caused this. That night, you were too drunk to even realize what I have added into your system. It's your own fault letting your guard down, presenting an opportunity that I couldn't turn away from. I have tried and tried to get it to work on mice- I have never thought the success rate is higher when introduced to an actual person".
"What do-What do you mean you did something to me?"
"You. Are. My. Experimental. Subject. The drug I used on you will create a womb inside your body- that place where the fetal would grow in", Akashi sat back at where he was, his grin growing wider and his eyes watching Furihata with hysterical fascination. Ah, there would be a lot of things to observe. To discover. His twisted mind turned its gear to every possible futuristic result – he made a mental note to see Kuroko and Kagami later to collect the details he had missed.
"W-Why are you doing this?" Furihata asked, his courage to raise his voice shriveling the moment the powerful presence took root inside the compact space.
"For leisure. For sanity. Huh, but to reduce myself to a donor. Only that I regret".
Right after the sentence was spoken, Furihata found himself aggressively pushing Akashi against the door, glaring as if he was about to murder the said man. He would take anything from Akashi – scientific shit, he could stand that, heartless words, and he could take that too but regret? Regret was what he didn't want to hear from the red haired man. Regret meant that the baby's existence was seen as meaningless. Regret meant that he was mirroring a shadow that was imbued in Furihata's belief – a shadow of his own remorse. It was a blow to his own ego. Selfishness that was buried deep within had spoken to him in a form of another. And yet, a part of him screamed defense. He acted on the maternal feeling, lashing out at the said man. "Do not speak lowly of the child I am carrying!" he hissed hostilely.
"You feel the same. Do not deny that. You know I am right", Akashi grabbed a handful of Furihata's hair, tilting Furihata's head to the side, the exposed neck enticing his carnal lust. He pressed the communication button next to the window to talk to his driver. He had another place in mind, his body heated from the conversation.
"Equatorial Park Hotel. I'll stop by the hospital tomorrow".
They were in a hotel room and despite the light switch being in their reach, neither of the two men bothered to press on it. Akashi, his vision adjusted to darkness, had trapped Furihata against the wall, his body touching so closely that it was impossible for Furihata to push the other away. Akashi ran his hand through the brunet lock, his tongue tracing Furihata's ear to his jaw, nipping the skin lightly between kisses on the jawline. He sucked the skin, firmly pressing his lips against it as he worked on leaving a mark. Furihata held his breath with his eyes shut, his brow wrinkled when the red haired licked his sensitive skin.
"Un, no…"
Akashi traced the jawline up to where the parted lips were. He dipped his head subtly and licked the plump lips, slowly connecting their mouths together. There was no fervent in the movement he had made – the night was young and time seemed to pass by slowly. He had plenty of time to enjoy the moment. He tipped the other boy's chin to deepen the kiss, tasting every corner, probing a cavern he had never explored before. Furihata slowly responded. Letting go of his breath, he returned back the kiss with his own deliberate rhythm.
Akashi let go of the kiss, grabbing Furihata's wrist and leading him to the bed. With one hand on the smaller male's shoulder, he brought him down with a light thrust, crawling on top of the other, grinning ear to ear when the other turned away to hide his neediness appearance . Excited by the reaction, the red haired ran his hand underneath Furihata's shirt, moving his hand around as if he was molding the body while pushing the shirt upwards- smirking when the nipples erected at his touch. He pinched the nipples, watching the expression changes with excitement at each twist.
"Akashi-san, no. Hngh, wait, it feels weird!" Furihata tried to stop the merciless torment but Akashi locked both of his wrists with one hand and used the other to fondle the teat. Furihata arched into the touch, his face flustering- his nipples had become sensitive during the pregnancy and he really didn't like to be touched there.
"S-Stop. Uh, urgh, I'm going to-"he bit his lips as he reached his climax- his semen soaking his under garments, the wetness now visible on the frontal part of his jeans too. Akashi released his grasp, working on taking off the brunet haired man jeans keenly. Akashi pressed down Furihata's arms after getting rid his own pants, showering kisses on Furihata's collarbone while rubbing his own length against Furihata's. The other man shivered at the contact, panting as the red haired humped faster. Akashi was thrilled when Furihata moved his hips too to match with his movement. When he was close to climax, Akashi lapped on the smaller male's collarbone to leave another mark. Furihata gasped and his body quivered when the load came out. Akashi finished his with a hand job, burying his face in the crook of Furihata's neck before coming. He caught his breath back, lying on his side while facing the wall with a conclusive decision made.
"I will decline her at the next Omiai", Akashi said affirmatively. "Since you love her".
"I don't love Naomi. Those words are scripted", Furihata admitted bashfully.
"…"
"But I'd like to get to know you better, Akashi-san. The baby too".
"…"
"Will you take responsibility, Akashi-san?" asked Furihata hopefully.
Akashi turned around, his face was blank from any readable emotion. Furihata waited for the answer quietly, staring into Akashi's eyes as he did so. They stayed like that for a minute- Akashi breaking the eye contact when he directed his gaze on Furihata's abdomen.
"I shall observe you closely. That is the only promise I can make".
Furihata couldn't stop happiness from radiating on his face. Really, the red haired man had no idea how much the word meant to him. Ever so indirect, he guessed that was just Akashi's way of saying his 'yes'.
"Shin-Chan!" Takao grabbed the sleeping man's hand, weeping with his face buried on the bedding. Midorima, rudely awakened by his lover's crying, shook his hand off to let loose of the tightening grasp. Takao persistently held onto his hand, not letting go no matter what, causing the green haired doctor to shoot up into a sitting position, loosening his grip forcefully, peeling the fingers one after the other.
"Takao, I'm not dead yet!" shouted Midorima at the other's absurdity. What could he gain from making unnecessary scene? He'd be kicked out from the ward for disturbing the other patients if he continued with his charade.
Takao's lips twitched in annoyance. Here he was caring about his boyfriend and what did he receive from his Shin-chan? His joke about death! It grated on Takao's nerve that he smacked the said doctor's palm angrily. Takao needed some love too and Midorima sure was a cheapskate when it comes to his romantic feelings!
"I came all the way from Tokyo and this is how you treat me, Shin-chan?! I am worried sick when I heard you got into a fucking accident! At least compensate my wasted feelings!"
"It's my fault. I apologize", the doctor coolly said his lines. In front of Takao, he couldn't afford to act wishy-washy. His injury was just a minor one- what he cared more about right now was Furihata's condition.
"The doctor said you can go home tomorrow", Kagami said as soon as he walked into the sickbay. He had a mischievous grin plastered on his face- he saw a pun incoming, something that Izuki would've said came out from his mouth voluntarily, "it's funny how a doctor is the one being hospitalized in the hospital he's working at". Really, Izuki did rub on him since he was hanging around Izuki too much to easily catch his pun disease.
"I will throw the statue of corrective deity at you if I have it right here. Be thankful that I am not in my office", earning louder mocking laughter from Kagami.
Kagami glanced around the room after his laughter died out, searching for a specific person he had come to take home with him but the very reason why he came running to the hospital wasn't even there. Kuroko had wanted to follow him to the hospital if it wasn't for his deadline. (Not that he won't if it was only Midorima getting hit by a car). At Furihata's absence, he pursed his lips, unsure why he was there when there was only Midorima in the parameter.
"Yo, wasn't Furihata with you?"
"He was but I think Akashi had offered him a ride home…That's what the paramedic told me".
"You left him alone with that demon?"
"I don't have control over who goes with who when I am in an ambulance, fool. Use your head for once!"
"Hey, bakagami, why don't you go home and leave us alone for a while. I don't always get the chance to be alone with Shin-chan, unlike you and that ghost- sticking to each other's butts from morning to night time", Takao shooed Kagami away, angry at Kagami for stealing his precious time away. Kagami sneered, saying, "What? Jealous much?"
"Shut up and get lost!" the shorter male cried, his face flustered hotly. Kagami laughed, exiting the hospital with his hands in his pocket. He was relieved that Midorima got off the accident with just a scratch. He texted the news back to Kuroko who replied with a simple one word text: good. He didn't ask Kuroko if Furihata had arrived home safely – he'd check on him later.
He just hoped that Furihata wouldn't stay out too late with the said demon. Nothing good will come out of it.
