"You should go see a doctor."
"Hmm?" Hiyori turned to see her brother in the bedroom doorway. "Why?"
Masaomi adjusted his glasses. "For the baby. Unless...y-you don't want it…"
Hiyori cleared her throat, turning away slowly.
"Do you…" Masaomi stepped closer to her "not want it…?"
Hiyori hadn't actually thought about it. Amongst her confusion, she remained quiet.
"Hiyori?" Her brother called, trying to peek at her from behind. "Do you want this?" He asked, being much more straightforward.
"I-..." She rubbed her arm, but couldn't make up her mind. "I don't know!"
"Why not?" Masaomi raised an eyebrow, finally able to see her face once she slightly turned to look at him.
"B-because!" Hiyori squeezed her eyes shut. "I don't know if...he wants it…" she mumbled, playing with her thumbs.
Masaomi's ears perked up. "'He'? As in…?" His words trailed off along with his thoughts.
Hiyori nervously nodded. "Hai…"
Masaomi sighed and crossed his arms. "Look, Hiyori; I'm gonna have to figure out who the father is eventually. Why are you so hesitant to tell me?"
Hiyori bit her lip, turning her gaze to the floor. "Because…"
Because he's not human. He's a god - and a god of calamity at that. Not to mention he's actually hundreds of centuries older than me.
"Do you not love him?"
Hiyori gasped, his question suddenly gaining her attention. "N-no!" She cried, flustered. "I love him more than anything!"
"Then, what is it?" Masaomi asked. "Does he not love you?"
Hiyori shook her head violently. "Of course he does!"
"Does he even know?"
"Hai."
"Then, what's the issue?"
"Please!" Hiyori begged, grabbing the edge of the desk beside her. "Stop asking so many questions, Onii-chan!"
Masaomi quickly shut up. He blinked at her, then seemed to only grow more nervous in the midst of the quietness.
"When...when you're ready to tell me, I'll be here, Hiyori…"
Hiyori heard him, but didn't respond. She carefully nodded as she sat down on the edge of his bed, hanging her head.
All she could think about was the god of calamity. And that one fateful night that changed her life forever.
. . . .
"Don't you feel better? At least we know the baby is doing alright so far, and we know how to keep you healthy until it comes, right?" Hiyori's brother said as they were walking back from the 24-hour clinic.
Hiyori stopped and stood in place. It took a second for Masaomi to come to a halt and turn around to look at her.
"Hiyori?"
Hiyori bit her bottom lip, staring down at the photo in her hands.
"Hiyori? Daijoubu?" Masaomi approached her.
Hiyori looked from the photo to the pamphlet in her other hand.
Everything You Need to Know About Abortion And Adoption, And How to Cope.
"They're so cruel," she mumbled, her eyes glancing back to the picture of the ultrasound.
"Nani...?" Masaomi blinked cluelessly.
Hiyori's eyes filled with hot tears. "Who would want to give up their baby like that?"
Hiyori threw away the pamphlet in a nearby trash can. She grasped the picture and held it close to her chest - close to her heart.
Masaomi sighed, a small smile curling on his lips. He tucked some hair behind his sister's ear. "I'll support you whatever you decide."
Hiyori threw her arms around her brother, clutching the picture in her hand.
Don't worry. She thought as tears streamed down her face. I'll keep our little baby safe. Yato...
. . . .
"Oi, Hiyori?" Masaomi called as he walked down the hall, holding a small box of medication. "I think I found something that could help y-"
Masaomi swung open his bedroom door, suddenly stopping in his tracks. His eyes landed upon the sight of a man with dark raven-colored hair in a black jersey kissing his younger sister.
They both sat up in the bed, frozen in fear. Their eyes widened in shock just as Masaomi's had.
"O-onii-chan, I can explain!"
"Wha-? What the hell is going on?!" Masaomi cried, throwing an accusing hand towards the god of calamity.