Title: Fon x Reborn
Summary: Death can't stop someone from loving, but Reborn wishes it did. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much.
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Life would be so much easier if she was a man, Reborn thinks. She groans when another contraction hits and half curls up on the backseat of the broken-down car, one hand bending the metal of the headrest and the other ripping into the leather of the backseats.
It passes after a while but the contractions are getting closer together. She gasps for breath and slumps back down.
"Fuck!" she screams in anger at the ceiling of the shitty car.
There's no point trying to be quiet, they've already locked onto her scent. She can hear them snarling right back, a stampede rushing from the tree line onto the empty highway. This is too close to the damned city.
"It's all your fault," Reborn calls out, but she sounds more tired than anything.
Fon smiles, though he's panting hard. "It takes two to tango, Reborn." He flips one over his shoulder, stomps down hard enough that it's head cracks open and then launches himself at the next.
The next wave of pain hits and Reborn tries those stupid breathing exercises she always saw in movies. It doesn't help.
"What happened to the plan?" Reborn asks weakly. "We said that if I got pregnant you'd punch me in the stomach until the problem went away."
Fon doesn't dignify that with an answer. He staggers over an arm and nearly gets bowled over, the skull bursting apart with a crack as his elbow goes straight through and throws the creature away.
The pain isn't stopping, Reborn abruptly realises. Why isn't it stopping?
It's too soon, this is too soon. There are so many of those fucking creatures.
She can't do this right now.
Not now.
Please not now.
"Fon?" she calls out, voice hitching with pain and panic. "I-I think I need a hug."
Fon snaps a neck, throws another into a tree and finally has a moment to take in the whole situation. He stands at the tree line, hearing the pounding footsteps of the hoard, and doesn't move a fucking inch.
They're not going to touch Reborn.
Fon lets out an even breath. He can feel the venom burn through him from the bite mark on his shoulder blade.
"I'll be right with you, my love," Fon vows as the first of many reaches him.
Reborn isn't sure when she blacks out but she's still in the backseat when she wakes up. There's a heavy weight on her chest and it feels like someone gouged out her insides. Her hands are already around her baby so she strokes the little thing's back through the thick blanket wrapped around it.
"Fon?" she asks, voice a little hoarse. She clears her throat and tries again, louder. "Fon!"
There's no reply.
Reborn struggles up, holding the baby to her chest. It moves a bit but settles down quickly as Reborn looks around.
The road around the car is littered in corpses but none of them got within ten metres of her.
Fon isn't anywhere she can see, but his red tunic is on the seat behind her - she was using it as a pillow. Reborn stands up, even though everything aches, and walks around. She calls out his name and makes sure to check each and every body, but she still can't find him.
Reborn heads back to the car to wait.
The food runs out in a week.
She starves for another two days.
And then leaves.
Years later, as she walks along a cracked city road covered in flowers, Kyouya toddles up to her. He says he found a man who looks exactly like him.
Fon is sitting in the tiny kitchen of a cafe. He used to mock Reborn - used to say he can't smell coffee without thinking about her.
Reborn wonders if that's why Fon chose a cafe when he slit his throat open.
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A/N: The baby is because I needed Reborn out for the count. Plus, babies make everything so much worse, don't they?
Reborn was super upset when she realised her baby didn't look even a little bit Italian.