The room he is in is bare. But the sound of crying is enough to fill the room and make him feel as he if is suffocating.
The screaming feels like it is piercing through his skull. The cry is high and never seems to end. The foreign sound makes his chest ache and teeth clench. And it doesn't stop. He closes his eyes and tries to dim his senses. Anything to just to get away from the awful noise.
Cupping his hands over his ears he tries to put something between his eardrums and the never ending wailing. But it just seems to make it worse as the cries volume intensifies.
No longer able to handle the noise, he screams out desperately "Shut the fuck up!" He instantly regrets opening his mouth as the wail reaches its max. "Please stop crying! Please."
His pleads are answered and the cries are abruptly halted. He hesitantly removes his hands from his ears and opens his eyes. He looks around the room trying to find the source of the awful cries. When he looks in the far right corner of the room, he is startled to see a small wrapped bundle.
The bundle is wrapped in a small blanket and he walks to the bundled figure with trembling legs. When he is finally next to the bundle, his curiosity finally pushes him to peers down. And when his gaze is returned by a pair of eyes, his breath is taken away.
He blinks and somehow he ends up on his knees
With shaking arms he lifts the baby off the floor. He tries to support the head, like he heard everyone says. He's being the gentlest he's ever been in his entire life, but it doesn't matter. The moment he is fully standing, the infant slips through his hold. His arms and hands are frantic to try to catch the child, but no matter how fast he moves, he can't catch the small bundle.
And the crack that fills the air when the baby hits the floor is deafening. The redhead takes a step back, pupils fully blown and shakes attacking his body. Another step. Another.
Another till he turns around and bolts away. Away from the now silent bleeding child on the floor. Yata feels bile come up his throat, but he tightens his throat and wills it away. He can't stop now; no he had to get away. He searches frantically for a door but the room he is in, is just four walls.
And though he is running his fastest, every time he dares to look back to see how far he has ran away from the baby, he is startled to see that he has not put any distance between them. He tries to run even faster, but the sound of splashing stops him.
When the sound reaches his ears he tries his hardest, but he can't stop his eyes as they lower to the ground. The sight of blood makes his stomach drop and his feet fumble under him. He lands on his hands and knees in the puddle of blood and is now facing the now blood stained bundle.
The urge to throw up is strong and he quickly tries to get out of the puddle of blood. But he can't move.
His panic is starting to consume him but the moment it spills is when the blanket falls and reveals the infant's chestnut hair.
Hair that is identical to his. He stares at the baby, mouth agape and a scream tears out of him. He closes his eyes as more panicked screams tear from him.
Though he tries to flee again, he realizes he can never run away from the truth.
It was his fault. It was an accident but he still killed an innocent child. He killed a baby.
He murdered his baby.
~K~
The hands that are gripping his arms are what finally drag him back to reality. His eyes shoot open and are frantically scanning the room. He is relived that he is no longer in the bare room and is instead back in the organized room of Saru.
The hands again are shaking him and that is when he realizes that he is still screaming. But he is not the only one.
"Misaki?! Damn it, look at me. Look at me, what's wrong!" The hand is now clenching his jaw and this is what he needed. He needed something to hold him down and remind him that this is reality.
Granted the reality was still as shitty as his dream but at least he didn't kill his fucking baby in reality. Just thinking of the nightmare made him have chills run through his body. He fisted his hands and buried his head in the other's chest.
This move only made Saru worry more, but he saw that the other needed to be comforted first. Gathering the other in his arms, he picked his Misaki up and placed both of them in the middle of the bed. He clicked his tongue when he felt the other was lighter than the last time he saw him. Lying on his side so the other's back was against his chest, he embraced the other.
The other was still clearly shaken by his fainting spell and he detected the other may have had a disturbing dream while unconscious. He tried to calm the other and he remembered when they were in school during finals week, Misaki would be highly stressed. And all it took sometimes to calm him was laying his hand over the other's neck.
And sure enough it still worked, as the other's breathing slowed down a little. Following that lead he tried to calm the other by combing his fingers through his hair. They lay there in silence and as it grew the tenser Misaki's body grew.
When it looked like Misaki couldn't grow any tenser, he finally broke the silence in a wavering tight voice. "Saru. I-"
He stopped as his tongue felt heavy and he didn't know how the fuck he was supposed to say what he needed to. How the fuck do you tell your lover that you're pregnant and it's all because of shittyass strain's fault.
He clenched his eyes and teeth in frustration and pulled on his hair. He was never good at stress. He remembered the week after Totsuka-san was killed, he didn't sleep and he barely ate. Damn it, why the hell was he thinking such horrible thoughts. His breathing quickened and he decided that he would get this shit over as quick as possible.
Taking a shaky breath, he more or less yelled in a rush "I ran into the strain, the strain that granted your desires, after that one night. That night we talked about…about that. And I was thinking about it on my way home. I wanted...I desired it." He turns to face Saru now and though he is terrified to meet the other's gaze, he knows he has to. "She was being attacked. I saved her. I didn't know she was a strain. She- god damn it I don't even know what she did but she said she wanted to thank me. She touched my stomach and-and I can't be. I can't be….Saru." His throat was now tight as confusion and stress attacked him. He cursed at himself for being so weak, but he was getting even more stressed as the other didn't reply.
Instead the third in command stared at him with piercing eyes. Though he was silent, Yata knew the damn monkey's brain was piecing everything together. But he so desperately wanted the other to tell him that the strain couldn't do such a thing. He wanted Saru to click his tongue at him and lazily tell him to stop being so stupid.
But instead the damn asshole destroyed his world by confirming his fear with a quiet firm voice. "She granted your desire at the moment."
Yata could only grab at his hair and clench his teeth in response. This wasn't fucking possible. He was a man. He shouldn't be having this problem.
Hands grabbed his shoulder and brought him into an embrace. He tried to avoid reality by burying his face into Saru's chest. With his face buried he was unable to see the genuine smile that had spread across the bluenette's face.
~K~
After the realization of Misaki's wellbeing settled, the seriousness of the situation hit Saru. He carefully pushed his still silent lover out of his chest and affectionately stroked the other's face.
"I need to talk to someone. I will be gone at most an hour. I'm going to take you somewhere where you can wait.
"Hom-"
"Homra of course my Misaki." Already he was getting up and dashing towards his closet. Misaki needed a thicker coat. He cursed when he saw that the only coat he had that was clean at the moment was his Scepter 4. But it was late at night and it was going to be cold.
Running back, he whispered. "Don't worry Misaki I will make everything alright. Trust me." He quickly coaxed the stiff body into the coat.
The fact that other didn't throw a fit at wearing the blue jacket made him worry about Misaki's mental state. He brushed his lover's cheek and laid a gentle kiss on his lips, which he worriedly noted were chapped. The fact that Misaki had no reaction, and instead stared at nothing, made his mind unsettled.
Leaving his lover's side, he brought out his phone which still had the picture of the strain on the screen. He quickly made a few calls to the headquarters and he was thankful that a low recruit was pulling the graveyard shift. He quickly ordered the newbie to deliver transportation to the desired address. And with a growl he ordered him to get it there in less than eight minutes.
Turning back to his Misaki, his worry grew when the other hadn't moved or tore his lifeless gaze from the wall he was intent in staring at. Now just waiting for the car, he sat beside Misaki and held his hand. When his phone rang he quickly answered it and listened to the nervous rant of the newbie telling him that the car was in front of the apartment complex.
Getting up he cupped Misaki's chin and affectionately coaxed him. "Come, the quicker we leave, the faster I can come back."
The other was slow and shaky as he made his way to the door and Saru was actually worried that he would fall and injure himself and their child. Just the thought of an injured Misaki and his child had him quickly picking up the other. Again the other didn't react and instead just pressed his head against his chest.
Stepping outside he growled at the newbie to get out of the car, and walk back to headquarters. The newbie didn't dare argue with the third in command but his eyes did linger a little too long on the figure in his superior's arms.
The figure was donning a Scepter 4 coat but he did not recognize him. The young man's gaze was lifeless and he seemed sickly pale. He would have continued to stare but the feeling of a death glare on him quickly had him looking away and making his way back to headquarters.
When he heard the engine start, he carefully glanced back to see the car head off. He can only wonder where the third in command and the stranger were going.
~K~
The bartender of Homra was rudely awakened by a series of hard knocks coming from the backdoor. Cursing when he saw it was still early morning, he quickly went to stop the endless knocks. These were the moments where he hated that he had the habit of staying the weekend at the bar. In case any of the members found that they needed a place to crash or in need of anything, they could come to Homra. He and Anna would always be there.
But that didn't mean he had to greet the night visitors with a smile. Hell no, Kusanagi was pissed that he had to unlock the back door at two in the morning. And it didn't help that the night visitors were a pale scared looking Yata, alongside the third in command of Scepter 4.
Opening the door he sarcastically greeted the two. "As much as I love uninvited guests and a half dead looking Yatagarasu I'm afraid I have to turn you away." His teasing of the skateboarder was cut short as the ex-Homra member scolded him. "Leave him alone he's feeling unwell."
He sighed and looked through his pockets to see if he had slipped a cigarette. While looking he muttered to the bluenette. "We've been badgering him to go to the doctors, but it seems like he still hasn't. Well from your glare it seems like you want to come inside. Well come on get inside, but don't be loud. Anna is still sleeping."
He turned around and sighed when a small figure was already standing in the hallway. She was peering through him and her eyes were only on the skateboarder. When the two entered the building she quickly went to Yata's side and grabbed his hand. She guided the silent skateboarder towards the couches. The only time her eyes left Yata were to glance at Saruhiko.
The two stared at each other for a moment and the third in command clicked his tongue in annoyance. Turning to the bartender, he looked around the room before asking. "Is anyone else here?"
"Just us." Anna answered before the blonde.
Saru nodded in approval and turned to Kusanagi. He gestured the man to exit the room and enter the hallway. Izumo looked at the redhead for a moment before following the third in command.
In a low voice Saru whispered to the other. "Something has happened to Misaki. I'm telling you but only you. Anna most likely already knows, but the rest are not included. Just you. And I'm telling you because Misaki is going to need someone for support and who he trusts from Homra."
The third in command made sure the blonde understood how serious he was before he started explaining Misaki's current situation.
Outside the hallway, the aura of the bar room was nothing but serious. The two excluded from the conservation in the hallway sat on the couch and let the silence suffocate them.
The silence was broken however when the former vanguard accused the child. "You knew all along didn't you?"
The child looked at him with fearful eyes but nodded after a moment of hesitation.
"W-When did you know? Since the beginning?! Did you see it going to happen? Could you have stopped it?" With each question he moved closer to the child until he was invading her personal space.
He waited for an answer but when he saw the child's wide fearful eyes; all the answers meant nothing to him. "It doesn't matter anyway." He whispered to himself rather than Anna.
The tone and meaning of his words were twisted to the child and with a worried tone she asked in alarm. "Yata isn't going to..." She didn't dare finish her question and only looked at the other with pleading eyes.
The image of the bleeding infant on the floor came to mind and a full body shake consumed him. His throat constricted and his eyes clenched closed in vain to try to get rid of the image. "No. No Anna. I'm keeping the…..I mean if I'm able-"
He was cut off when Saru marched into the room and towards Yata. He sat next to his lover and reassured him before having to go. "I have to leave. I must get a few things done before I come back. You will call if anything happens or if you don't want to stay here any longer." He ignored the glare the child sent him.
Saru went in for a kiss but thankfully he read Misaki's body language. He opted instead to lay a hand on the other's cheek and stroked it affectionately. "You will call if anything."
A nod was all he received in response.
Not having any time to spare he left the building and made his way to his desired destination.
The two remaining on the couches sat rigidly waiting for the bartender to come out. Yata's breathing quickened with uneasiness but Anna covered his hand with hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.
He could only enjoy the comfort for a moment before a crash was heard.
Kusanagi stormed through the room and pointed a finger at Yata before ordering with raging eyes. "You. Upstairs now."
~K~
AN
Oh gosh I'm just blown away by the reviews and the fact that people are reading this fic and don't mind the Mpreg! Thank you guys so much for reviewing and yes I am trying to go for a realistic feel in this fic. I know Yata is kinda OC but his high selfesteem vulgar self will be present in future chapters, he's just a little shocked in these chapters due to finding out that he's pregnant. lol
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