Authoress Notes: I did say that this would be updated after Sweet Escape, didn't I? Indeed I did, and I keep to my word, my lovely sisters! :DDDDD Lots and lots of luff!

Note: Just to clarify, this is months inbetween. Feldt's the first, then Christina, then Marina, Marie, Louise. And then Anew, and Marina again. XDDDDD So after this chapter, it'll go by who goes first, 'kay? Which means that chapter eight will start with Feldt and then Christina...etc. Got it?

Note(V2): They all don't live in a row of houses. Like for instance, Setsuna lives across the street from Lockon...etc.

Claim: Kyla, Lorrie and I own the original characters that won't be showing up for quite a while.

Disclaim: We don't own anything. Dammmmmmmmiiiiit. DDDDDDDDDDDD: BLAME 'LOVE TODAY' BY TAJA FOR THE SQUISHY. It's from episode 24 of S1. Makes me cry because that's after Lockon's supposedly dead. (REFUSES TO BELIEVE THAT NEIL IS DEAD)

Merry-go Round

07

'Her puking is getting annoying,' Hallelujah intoned, annoyance laced into his words and Allelujah frowned, reprimanding his counterpart with a slight tinge of fear that erupted into his mind, like many of the worrying thoughts that had cropped up since he had learned of Marie's pregnancy.

What if Hallelujah took control and hurt Marie and the baby? It was something he didn't want to think about, and yet it lurked at the edges of his mind, making him go pale-faced with horror at the possible outcomes of it all.

Shaking his head, he plastered a shaky smile across his face as Marie returned, drinking water in small, slow sips to rid her mouth of the bitter taste of bile as she sat down beside him, hesitating for a second before resting her head on his shoulder, white hair spilling over his back and she blinked as his muscles tensed beneath her head.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, and she lifted her head, ocher eyes probing for an answer to her inquiry as Allelujah tried to come up with an excuse for his behavior. Finding none, he sighed and averted his bi-colored orbs to his lap, one hand lacing with Marie's and holding it gently with his.

Her fingers fit with his like a jigsaw puzzle, as if their hands had been made to be linked together. Brushing that thought aside, he struggled for words as they tried to make it to his lips and past it, though he felt like being sick himself at his thoughts and how he could voice them without upsetting Marie.

"I'm worried," he began, and his wife blinked at him owlishly before an amused smile slipped across her lips.

"Why? The doctor said that being ill was normal for the—" She was silenced as Allelujah shook his head, and her brow furrowed as she tried to discern the inner sanction of his mind that had been perversely twisted by Hallelujah who took malicious glee in reminding him that he still existed, and that he could take control if he really wanted to.

"No," he said, voice hoarse, "I mean about Hallelujah."

Marie blinked, finally understanding what he was getting at, and she watched him carefully as he continued to speak.

"I can't help but think about what he'd do to you and the baby," he said, and he was surprised when Marie laughed quietly, and squeezed his hand in a gentle, reassuring manner that made his heart swell as her eyes connected with his, firm and confident as the words fell from her mouth.

"He won't," she murmured, her head resuming it's place on his shoulder, pleased as he didn't tense underneath her touch. "You're stronger than he is, Allelujah. I know you won't let him."

pAllelujah, stunned, said nothing in reply and merely kept his hand linked with hers.

[Haro!]

"Saji," wailed Louise, making the brown haired male turn towards her in exhaustion, though the pleading look to her blue eyes made him sigh and ask,

"What is it now, Louise?"

"Get me some crackers," she demanded with a bit of a pout over the blankets that she had grouped over her mouth, voice muffled through the fabric and he sighed softly before turning to obey her command.

If anything, being pregnant and sick made Louise bossier than ever. He was sure that he had been up since who knows what hour, tending to her every whim. He knew that deep down he didn't mind doing this, and it was simply for the fact that he loved her, and he wasn't going to refuse something if she really wanted it.

And so, he found himself rummaging around for the box of saltines and retrieving them before returning to their bedroom, where Louise was propped with what had to be all of the pillows in the entire house. She looked quite content, and her eyes slipped towards him as he reemerged with her requested food.

"I don't want them anymore," she said, and he blinked, slumping.

"Why not?" he asked, tossing them onto the bed and throwing himself down beside them as he closed his eyes, breathing steady. Louise shifted, and her hand touched his face.

"Thanks," she said, and her gaze was elsewhere, no longer focused on him and he smiled, eyes soft as he covered her hand with his own, the cold metal of her wedding ring around her finger a soothing comfort for his frazzled nerves.

"You're welcome."