Level Eleven

Dark violets glittered mischievously, tanned hands pressing against the depressed blonde's shoulders gently.

Krad frowned up at him, he felt bloated, and his stomach hurt, and he didn't feel like taking his stupid pills.

The thief grinned back, kissing him chastely as he embraced his angel, snatching some food from the bento as he did.

The blonde's frown deepened to a scowl and he jerked away.

Dark sighed as he munched on the delicious piece, his hands wondering to pull the angel into his rightful place, Dark's lap.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I don't feel like it." Slender arms crossed in rebellion, gods did something just poke his hand? From inside his stomach, maybe he had a tape worm…

"Kraddy-kins…"

"I still hate you, or did you forget that old man?" The fair haired boy huffed angrily, driving his elbow into the other boy's stomach mercilessly, now he was having mood-swings, great, just great…

"Ouch! Why'd you jab me!" The violet haired teen whimpered, tightening his grip on the squirming angel.

"Cause I fucking hate you, why can't you just fucking leave me alone!" Amber orbs filled with tears as the angel screamed, punching the other's rock hard chest in frustration, yet at the same time he wanted to snuggle into his boyfriend's chest and go to sleep.

"Because I love you?" He joked, or did he?

"No you don't, you lying cheat." Amethyst eyes winced as their love struggled desperately.

"I do." He whispered softly, tenderly brushing back golden strands so he could stare into the younger's pain-filled depths.

"Liar." The blond repeated, glancing away, perhaps he needed his pills now? After all he was bringing up something he'd already forgiven, having odd mood swings, and feeling weird. Perhaps it was just a effect of the news he got in a letter from his parents?

"Krad, that was years ago, babe, please." He pleaded, placing a gentle kiss on a pale burning temple.

"I don't want to love you anymore." The blond lied, even as his chest tightened in hysteria, he didn't want him back, but oddly enough he did, just o comfort him, to tell him the nightmares weren't real and take care of him when he couldn't do it on his own. But that was too much to ask, wasn't it? Besides he wouldn't be here soon, it was time to break attachments not start them.

"Why, can't you a least try?" The baritone tenor filled the air with gloom.

"No." Short, sweet, and to the point.

"Angel…" Nip of the ear.

"Don't fucking call me that." Punch to the arm.

"Have you been taking your pills?" The ivory angel screwed up his face as he snarled, always about the pills, the godamned pills, has been taking your pills angel? Do you have your pills? You need your pills now?

"…" He struggled to his feet, stalking across campus toward the fountain, sitting back down with a enraged scowl, he wasn't suicidal, why wouldn't anyone believe him? Just because of that incident last year they thought he was traumatized enough to need antidepressants? Fuck no; he'd probably go homicidal before he even thought of killing himself, he just didn't have an appetite, or need to socialize.

The thief frowned, following easily, he wasn't on the football team for nothing, he could recover fairly quickly, even if his stomach did throb from the blonde's hit. He stood warily in front of the fuming teen, watching carefully for any sign of eruption from his angel, he was so fragile compared to his younger self, in mentality anyway.

"What's wrong?" He questioned finally, kneeling on the enough, his head resting against the lanky boy's knee comfortingly.

"…Everything." The amber-eyed seraph admitted, his hand burying itself in wild violet locks as he stared out at the ocean below.

"Mmm." His lover murmured nuzzling his stomach, the angel shrunk in to himself, biting his lip in contemplation.

"My parents want me back." He offered glancing down at the seemingly carefree man.

"That's good isn't it?"

"No, they want me to live with them, in America." The thief stiffened, raising his eyes to meet troubled golden pools.

"They can not make you." He snarled, a growl rising low in his throat, they dare attempt to take his angel away from him, after years of not giving a shit? Oh hell no.

"They will, they have guardianship over me and –I-" His smooth voice broke off and he launched himself into stronger arms, uncharacteristic tears gleaming in his eyes, he didn't want to live with them, they were strangers to him, they always had been, and if he did he'd be leaving behind everything he'd ever known.

"Why don't you tell them you want to stay with your aunt, with me and everyone else?"

"They say that they have something important to tell me, which needs to be told face to face, and would need sometime getting used to, or so they say." He shrugged a shoulder with false nonchalance, averting his gaze.

"Bull Shit, if they want you they have to deal with me first." His protector snapped straddling him roughly, his angel gave a start, but relaxed when he figured out that the teen was just being possessive, not exactly a rare occurrence.

"Mousy, you don't want to mess with them, because they could hurt you, and then I'd be forced to kill them, you know that." He intoned seriously resting his head beneath the older male's chin in a classical submissive gesture. It had become instinctive lately that he let himself be dominated as of late (Starting somewhere between the massacre last year and when Dark took his virginity in the bathroom stall following a particularly long fight), he noticed a similarly animalistic change in his friend's behavior as well, idly he wondered if this had anything to do with what his parents wanted to tell him.

He sighed as Dark grumbled; maybe he could convince his parents to let him have a guest? It's not like he affected his grades or anything like that, and he didn't doubt that if they were separated Dark would find him again, most likely using illegal devices…

That wouldn't be very fun…

Bemused he brought it up with his best-friend who agreed eagerly, anything to have his angel within arm's reach.

"You're mine, so they should let me come because you're mine." The blond shook his head, eyes rolling heavenward at the thief's statement.

"What you don't agree?" The violet haired teen pouted, after all, his angel had exclaimed his hatred for him earlier, did he need convincing of his affection?

"I know I'm yours, put really you sound like a possessive toddler when you say it like that, it's embarrassing." Krad assured nudging the heavier teen off of him; he stood, and took out his cell phone, dialing his friend's number and pressing it against his ear as his guardian embraced him from behind, no doubt wanting to listen to the conversation.

"Hey Krad, what's up?"

"The sky, where are you now?"

"Your cousin's house, did you know your parents are here, they're frantic to call you, but none of us gave them the number because we're cruel like that." The iron-eyed boy snickered.

Dark perked up at the though of Krad's parents coming there instead of taking his angel, and squeezed his captive tighter, pinching his hip teasingly.

"I'm not surprised, one second," He pulled back to whack Dark on the head muttering a 'stop it or I'll kill you' then listened once more.

"Dark?" The dry questioned reached him and he cracked a smile at the thief's disgruntled look.

"Yeah, so how are the folks?" He interrogated cautiously, their composure would decide whether or not he came home with his boyfriend or not.

"Uncomfortable, your mom looks rather worried, rightly so too, for all they know you could be being raped by some punk or being a slut on some street corner."

"Me, a slut, who ever would have guessed!" He chuckled at the thought, now there was a way to make some easy money…

"Well obviously Dark did and he stole you away before the rest of us could have a chance." The other boy joked.

"Damn Straight." The said thief voiced his opinion, licking the pale shell of his lover's ear seductively, murmuring something along the lines of 'my little minx'. As usual, he was ignored, by Krad at least.

"Mind sharing a bit Darky-warky-chan, Krad's parents are going to want a piece too you know." Krad rolled his eyes as his boyfriend sulked at the implied situation.

"I'll be there soon."

"Kay, see you." They hung up.

"I don't like sharing." The overgrown toddler whined, crossing his arms childishly.

"Selfish." Krad sighed, starting up the gravel path that led home.

"Am not."

"I'm not going to argue with you over your childish ways." The seraph informed, looping his arm through the loosely crossed one of his lover.

"Childish, me? Look at you." At this the shorter male paused, narrowing his eyes, he'd always prided himself with being mature, so this was a insult to his persona, that he did not take lightly.

"Mousy?"

"Yes Kraddie-kins?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Whatever you say." The thief shrugged, the blond was cute when he was pissed off, undeniably scary, but cute.

They arrived at the Hikari house hold thirty minutes later, having detoured because Dark felt like staking his claim again.

So now Krad had a litter of hickies to explain to his parents. He of course, rightfully blamed the mouse for this, he didn't ask to be jumped, all he did was sway his hips a little more than usual…cause it stopped his stomach from poking him.

His mother eyed Dark with a scarily critical glare, searching for weakness in the newly laid-back male, unsuccessful, she started to speak.

"I am Freedert Hikari, Krad's mother, who may you be, and what is your status with my son?" Over-protective mother voice is invoked.

"Dark Mousy, your son's lover." Insert possessive glare.

"Hmm." She flipped her hair in a very Krad-like fashion, then engulfed Krad in a hug, glancing in suspicion as the teen beside her offspring stiffened, looking damn near ready to take off her head.

Perhaps her son had found himself a mate, so early on in his life? The slight elevation of his stomach and the way he winced when it clenched was apparent as symptoms of a certain process, which would explain the potential mate's agitated mood.

No matter, it was time to begin her explanation.

Taking there leave, her sister and her son's friends filed out, closing the door behind them.

She glanced at her mate, Elliot, giving his cue.

"Krad, as you may or may not have noticed, in the past year you have begun some changes…"

"You're not going to give me the 'talk' are you?" The blond snorted sarcastically, his hand sliding into his lover's pocket to relax him. The thief jumped slightly, having been tensed in agitation, and then let himself lean back against the arm which encircled his lower back.

"No, now let your father proceed." His mother chastised from her seat at the bar, zooming in on the boys' interaction curiously.

"Thank you, now unlike most people our clans, as well as a few others, have a mutated gene, which unlocks a more primal thinking in a portion of the brain which remains inactive in most humans, other unusual deaths of this mutated gene are very long lives, some lasting centuries, remaining forever young, male pregnancy, additional limbs, and the occasional spiritual abilities." He explained.

The blond had paled, drastically, and then finally spluttered out, "Male pregnancies?" With disbelief, his boyfriend raised an eye brow curiously, confusion in his gaze. The hand in hi pocket clenched, the blond barely breathing sa the realization of what was happening struck him.

"Yes, it's been documented in both homosexual couplings and Heterosexual pairings, it happens because the male has extra organs that are able to produce similar to there more feminine counterpart, some are born with it, others develop it over the years why?" Elliot questioned in return, distinctly feeling that his offspring had realized something important, and judging from his wife's satisfied smile, it had to be something interesting.

"Never mind that, how do you tell?" Krad bit his lip; dread settling ominously in his abdomen.

"Well, usually the mate or sire of the child will become protective even around family members, physical contact will be enacted almost all the time, stomach pains, loss of appetite, or gain of it, Bipolar tendencies, as well as an increasing need of sleep and avoidance of harmful medication are the first signs." At this amethyst eyes widened, staring down at the visibly frightened boy with awe, he knew what the blond had realized now, his lover was with child.

Strange as it was he didn't feel any awkwardness at all, only a renewed need to dote on his lover somewhere isolated where nobody could so much as look at him.

"It seems like I'll be getting a grandchild after all." The uke's mother smirked, emerald orbs glinting knowingly. Her son flushed and hid slightly behind his confirmed mate.

"Wait aren't you two a bit young?" Elliot gaped, finally getting a clue as to what was going on.

"No." The seme smirked arrogantly, running a comforting hand through the shaken boy's golden locks, poor thing he looked so tired, perhaps he needed a nap…

"So how long does the pregnancy last?" He questioned cheerfully, his mate tried in vain to sink into the ground.

"A year and a half." The blond looked horrified, his hands clasping around his stomach, was he going to gain weight? Not go to school? Not socialize in fear of being abducted into some medical research lab? Not be attractive anymore? Shit…

"Don't worry, your stomach won't get any larger, it's a nice quirk of the gene, works for us girls too." His mother reassured as she watched his face change with his thought process, she had been similar, after all, every Hikari had a tiny bit of vanity, just a little bit…

For the first time since his birth Krad was sincerely grateful for his mother's help, and flashed her a weak smile.

Freedert had never felt so honored.

Author's Note: Hope this makes up for the long wait, I had to get a new mouse (My old one kept shutting off so I couldn't exit stuff), cause I wouldn't get caught dead writing this without a way to exit and save, so yeah, then I had to wait for inspiration and stuff, no muse corner for this ficy anymore, though it might make a guest appearence at some point. Thank you all my loyal reviewers, and yes I know this is completely of plot, but its what I came up with so..yeah. Suggestions are awesome!

Read and review! Hope you enjoyed this (Yes Kraddy is pregnant like in most of my fics cause he's so adorable preggers isn't he?) and a hint for next chapter is that someone close to our favcorite blond happens to be a relative can you guess who?

Disclaimer: Me no own DNAngel