Thankyou to my Beta Swotikins. You're really something special for agreeing to take on my sad excuse for grammar.
I hope that having a beta makes my work more readable and more enjoyable now. =D

Well on to the fic, enjoy and please let me know what you think.

Chapter 10

The red haired assassin stood with his arms folded tightly over his chest waiting for an explanation. His amethyst eye's narrowed in the darkest scowl that had adorned his features for a very long time.

"Well?" he growled dangerously.

Everyone remained quiet not daring to speak.

"I'm waiting for an explanation and someone better give me a really good one really quick," Aya demanded icily.
"...Well ... We uumm," Omi began.
"Spit it out!" Aya demanded, grabbing him by the T-shirt.
"Hey! Let him go will ya!" Ken yelled, pulling the red head off the younger blond.

Aya rounded on Ken, his eye's baring the look of a feral beast.

"Correct me if I'm wrong or assuming too much but I'm guessing your over sized mouth had something to do with all this!" he growled at the brunette, who was puffing up defensively.
"What? No! ... What makes you think that?" Ken snapped, offended.
"Look, Aya, there's no use getting all pissed off, what's done is done. Getting pissed at Ken isn't going to change anything."
"No it won't" Aya agreed still scowling dangerously, "But it will make me feel a little better knowing that this Neanderthal is laying in a ditch somewhere in very little pieces for ruining my entire life!" he hissed.
"Aya-kun, please! Things just got out of hand!" Omi piped up defending Ken as Youji tried to pull Aya off him.
"Aya, come on, You're over reacting," Youji said, trying to calm the raging red head down.
"How? This fucking idiot just told the entire female population that I'm a woman! What am I supposed to do?" he hissed at Youji.
"I didn't tell the whole population!" Ken defended.
"Give one of them a mobile phone and trust me they'll all know!" Aya snapped at him.
"True," Omi nodded thoughtfully.
"Your not helping," Youji grumbled.
"Your such a fucking idiot, I am starting to wonder why it is you haven't died of stupidity!"
"Well you could just dress like a girl you'd fit the part," Ken snapped at him.

Aya went red with rage and before the brunette knew it a fist connected with his face. Ken's head snapped to the side and he moved his hand to his mouth tasting blood. His face darkened and he ground his teeth as the little voice in his head yelled obsenities.
"You asshole! Your a complete ice queen and the sooner you get that stick outta your ass the better!" he growled leaning forward.
He then pulled back and head butted Aya. Staggering he fell backwards onto the sofa as Ken stomped out of the room.

"Shit! Aya, are you ok?" Youji asked, moving forward to help the scowling red head.
"I'm fine," he sighed, his anger melting away as the reality of the situation dawned on him. "Just let me sit here for while"
"You sure?" Youji asked, checking his head.

Aya nodded.

"Omi, go and see if Ken's ok," Youji said to the little blond who was still standing in front of them both dumb struck, not quite sure what to do.
"Huh? Oh, right." he said, snapping out of it and scuttling off to the brunettes room.

Youji sighed and sat next to Aya. He wondered what he could possibly say that could make Aya feel at least a little better. He was drawing blanks. He watched as Aya's faces gradually turned into a frown. The red head sighed and lent back into the sofa's plush cushioning, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You know this isn't all bad," Youji said, trying to cheer him up.

The scowl made a dramatic reappearance.

"Oh really? And how is that?" Aya snapped.
"... Well think about it Aya. You're carrying twins right. Your gonna get big, really big. You won't be able to hide it and you don't want to be locked out of sight for the next god knows how long until they're born and you can recover," he explained "this way you can go out and about. All you gotta do is play along."

Youji had a point, a really good one, but Aya didn't want to admit it. He would feel stupid dressed as a woman. He felt stupid enough as it was.

"Youji, I don't want to dress like a woman. I would feel ..."
"stupid?" Youji finished.
"... yes"
"Look, Aya, your not gonna fit into men's clothing comfortably soon anyway. Maturnity range is gonna be your only option." Youji said telling him the facts.
"Besides, your uumm ... breast are kinda ... big," Youji mumbled.

He had never been embarrassed saying the word breasts before but when it came to Aya he couldn't explain it, he just felt a flush crawl along his cheeks. He had really wanted to say beautiful rather then big. Aya's head hung, he wanted to cry. He felt like such a freak. Why else would Youji have hesitated when talking about him like this. His eye's watered.

"Aya, it's ok! You'll be all right. Don't worry we'll look after you. No one will say anything bad to you."
"This is so humiliating and now you think I'm a freak. Your even uncomfortable talking about it," Aya whimpered trying not to cry.
"What? No, that's not what you think. I ... I mean they're beautiful. They really are and well..." Youji stopped when he realised what he had said.
"But..."
"No buts! Your beautiful, Aya, you always have been and still are." Youji told him, blushing.
*My god! He's blushing, Youji never does that!*
"I... I..." Aya was lost for words.

Youji brushed an eartail off Aya's cheek with his hand. Slowly they drew closer together. Youji's breath was so warm and pleasant on his face as his heart hammered astoundingly quick in his chest.

"He's fine, just sul...king," Omi chirped, then faulted at the sight he walked in on.

Youji pulled quickly away from Aya who let out the breathe he didn't realise he had been holding.

"Oh, right, cool, I'd better start something for us to eat," Youji said awkwardly and left the room.

Omi stared after him, disappointed with himself for choosing that moment to come downstairs. Aya remained where he was, slightly dumbfounded.
*Does Youji really like me? Is he serious? ... No, I'm just another fuck! ... Right?* Aya was more confused then he had been in a long while. He snapped out of it when he realised Omi was talking to him.

"Huh? sorry, Omi, I wasn't listening," he told the little blond.
"I wanted to know if you wanted some tea?" he said.

Aya nodded greatfully in response.

"Could I have an ice pack too?" he asked, indicating to the dark patch on his forehead where a lump was rapidly forming.

"Sure," Omi smiled and scampered out of the room.

End chapter

Authors Note:

Thankyou to all the kind people that have taken the time to leave me comments, suggestions, praise, encouraged me to continue writing and even to remind me they were still patiently waiting for an update =D you're fabulous people and I love you all. The reviews all made me sooo happy and fuzzy inside.
I hope this chapter is ok, sorry it was alittle short. There was sooo much of it that i was unhappy with that i kept changing bits, moving bits and cutting bits out altogether. Well anyway let me know what you think =D