AN. And onto chapter eleven. Welcome all, I hope you enjoy. Oo, what could possibly happen next? I can't imagine!
Chapter Eleven – A Startling Discovery
A week passed without much incident, but on the morning of the seventh day Jun woke up with a strange feeling in her stomach. She wiggled carefully out of bed, careful not to wake Kazuya, and bolted through the cottage. She just made it outside before the contents of her stomach lurched up her throat and onto the ground. She stared at the vomit splattered on the ground and swallowed.
"Oh God," she whispered, before turning and walking back inside.
She took a paper towel and wiped the residue off her mouth. She walked quietly back to the bedroom and carefully climbed back into bed. Kazuya rolled over and wrapped and arm around her. She nestled closer to him, inhaling deeply and rubbing her head on his chest.
The first half of the morning went normally. They got up (reluctantly), Jun cooked breakfast, and they ate and washed up together.
"I need to go shopping," Jun said in what she hoped was a casual voice. "We're out of bread."
"I'll go if you like," Kazuya offered, but Jun shook her head.
"You went last time," she said. "It's my turn."
"Alright." He stood up and kissed her on the forehead. "Be back soon, okay?"
"Of course," she whispered. He hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"See you soon."
He grabbed the axe and headed outside to chop more firewood. Jun grabbed her bag and walked out of the cottage. Kazuya was wandering around the forest, his skin just flashes of white amongst the trees. She blew a kiss to him and walked towards the road. The bus came by a few moments later and she took it to the nearest town.
Once there she walked to the shopping centre, swinging her bag slightly and ignoring the stares she received from passing men. One tried to slap her butt as she walked past, but she took him down with a quick kick to the back of his knees. After that men only stopped and stared at her.
She was used to it though. Ever since she had turned 16, men had ogled her, especially when she wore her white dress. Once she had been cornered in an alley by three thugs. At that point, the Kazama style Martial Arts had been particularly handy. She had taken them down in ten seconds without even breaking a sweat.
She finally reached the shops, enjoying the breeze of the air-conditioning as she entered. She headed to the food store first, buying all the things she and Kazuya would need for the next couple of days.
Then she went to another shop, a small one at the edge of the centre. She entered cautiously, carrying her bags through the crowded aisles. She made eye-contact with the young clerk, who rolled her eyes and continued reading her magazine. Jun blushed slightly and scouted the aisles, trying to find the item she wanted. When she finally found the section she wanted, she was confronted by seventeen separate products, all with the same motto. She grabbed one of them and made her way to the counter.
She didn't meet the clerk's eye when she put it on the counter.
"Would you like some condoms with that?" the clerk asked.
"No thanks," Jun replied, ignoring the sarcastic note in the girl's tone.
"15 dollars," the teen said. Jun handed over the money and declined the offer of a bag.
She slowly made her way home, carrying the bags and the special item. She couldn't find Kazuya at first, but one peek into her bedroom confirmed that he was sleeping on the bed. This was extra incentive to be quiet. She put the bags on the counter and took out the item.
Within minutes she was holding her breath, praying to the Lord that it would turn out okay. She held the stick of cardboard up to her eyes, staring at it with an intensity that surprised her.
It turned blue.
She tilted her head to the right slightly, then picked up the box. On the back was a scale, from pink to blue, and she held the stick against that scale.
Pink meant negative, so that meant that blue meant positive.
She gasped and dropped the stick onto the ground. She picked it up with trembling fingers and stared at it, making sure she wasn't seeing things.
It was still blue.
"Oh my God," she whispered. She read the back of the box carefully.
'Right 99% of the time,' it proclaimed.
"Maybe I'm in that one percent," she reasoned aloud.
But her instinct told her she wasn't. She stood up, went back into the living room and sat down, one hand over her stomach. Kazuya grunted loudly in the next room, indicating just how deep his sleep was.
"I have to tell Kazuya," she whispered.
AN. I lie, I do know what happens next. What kind of author would I be if I didn't? I think I'm gonna post these last three chapters one at a time, so you'll have to wait for chapter twelve ;) I'm such a bitch XD