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Warning: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, as well as missing letters and/or words.
There will also be detailed sex scenes and possible violence, as well as bad language and slang words. This is/will be an mpreg (male pregnancy) story, so if this offends you please do not read it and turn back now.
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Bold is for English.
Chapter Eleven: Two Worlds.
"Daddy, are you ok?" Shuya asked his dad, those big, honey-colored eyes glued to Ryoma's tired face. The childish curiosity and worry that reflected in them could make any grown-up go soft inside, all the kids could do this.
Ryoma ruffled his son's hair, "'M fine brat. Don't worry and go back to sleep." He placed his hands on top of Shuya's forehead to see if the child was still feverish. "I won't go anywhere." It was a promise he would keep.
"Ok." The small boy whispered out and yawned, bringing his hands to up rub the sleepy eyes.
It had been a long day for the two of them. All the check-ups and explanations about what Shuya was going through, the doctors that calmed Ryoma down, saying that it was just a virus and nothing more… Ryoma just wanted to close his eyes and sleep after all of that. The worry was gone now; a wave of relief that took over him was the one that reminded the model just how tired he really was.
Only when Shuya was breathing lightly against his stomach did Ryoma close his eyes. A sigh escaped past his lips, just thinking about what he had done yesterday to his boss, the fact that he left Kevin behind, all the drama that must be happening back in Japan… Maybe it was a good thing that he left?
I shouldn't go back there again. He opened his eyes again, the dirty ceiling, once white, looked back at him. It really is too painful to go back there.
No matter what anyone said, Ryoma now thought that going back and facing the demons that haunted him in his dreams now.. It was too much to bear for his broken and poorly mended soul. It was hard, so hard to look in the eyes of those people that betrayed him, no matter how it may look on the outside. He was tired from it all, so tired.
"You should sleep. Now." The voice of his brother pulled Ryoma out of the frail emotional state of mind that he had gotten himself into. "You look like a ghost and a sick one to boot. So, as I have said the last million times, go to sleep." The elder Echizen threw the blanket over his brother's head and then flopped down on one of the worn-out chairs that were placed in the ward.
"If that was so easy to do…" Ryoma mumbled to himself, pulling the blanket off from his head, "Even if my body is tired, my mind just doesn't stop." He covered his eyes with the palm of his right hand, as if begging for something.
The elder Echizen looked at his little brother with concern showing in his eyes. No matter what he would do, right now Ryoga wasn't able to help his little brother. It was a battle that Ryoma will have to fight on his own, since there was nothing that Ryoga could say or do that would make the pain a little less unbearable.
"I will sleep now." Ryoma's quiet voice came from under the blankets.
Ryoga allowed the corners of his lips to pull up a bit, before he sighed and leaned deeper into the armchair. "Good boy."
Keigo walked around the corner and came face to face with the hospital building where he hoped to find Ryoma.
He found the model's address from 'Aurora's Kiss's employee files, or more like, he made his men hack the whole data base and pull out everything they could find about the model. All of his previous jobs, shoots and commercials, as well as the basic information about Ryoma himself. It wasn't hard to find where he, Ryoma, lived; it was harder to locate the hospital where the model's child might be admitted to.
But right now, Keigo didn't care. He just wished to find Ryoma, apologize and… and get a step closer to getting him back, to having him in his arms again… A step closer to feeling Ryoma's warmth on his skin again, just like before.
The director of the modeling agency stepped inside the white building, the sharp scent of medicine hitting him and the blurry white of the nurse uniforms whizzing before his eyes blinded him for a moment. The chatter of human voices and the clatter of chairs and phone and everything else deafened Keigo for a small moment, but only for a few small moments.
He walked straight to the receptionist, already planning what he should say and do in his head. The chubby lady with short and fluffy black hair that was answering a phone call, when he finally reached the receptionists table, never looked up, just slid a blank form to him and continued to type something in the computer, her long, red nails clacking against the plastic keys.
Keigo waited for her to finish before speaking to her, only the slight accent giving away the fact that he wasn't from around here. Not that the nurse cared. "Excuse me, could you please tell me where I can find a patient by the name Echizen?" he asked, fingers drumming the light green table surface.
"Huh?" the nurse, Annabelle seemed to be her name judging from the name tag, looked away from the computer screen, "A visitor?" she seemed surprised for some reason. A few seconds of clacking later she sighed and took out a small piece of paper and a pen, "Third floor, block C, ward number 3008. If you get lost, just ask someone for the way, the parents might know too."
She slid the small paper to Keigo and only then actually looked at him. The man only nodded with his head a little, took the offered piece of paper and left. The last thing he wanted was questions that he couldn't answer from the staff.
And she seemed to finally notice just to who she was talking to.
Keigo took the elevator to the third floor, enjoying the ride with a company of a crying toddler and two nurses that giggled behind him. Once he got out the first thing he saw were children walking around together with their parents. Keigo merely spared them a glance and then started to follow the rows of room numbers, hoping to find what he was looking for.
He spotted the number 3008 on an opened door, just around yet another corner. There were voices coming out from the ward, so he decided to wait for the doctors to leave first, leaning against the wall just behind the door.
"…a few more days just to be sure nothing will happen again. But you have nothing to worry about, mister Echizen." An elderly man's voice reached Keigo's ears. "However, we will need the signature of both parents." That caught Keigo's attention.
There was a small moment of silence, when Ryoma's quiet voice joined the conversation. "That won't be possible, you know that doctor Strauser." To Keigo, the model sounded so tired and worn-out. His whole body wanted to go in the ward and embrace that frail man. "Besides, he will never do it, even if he suddenly finds out."
He? Keigo's eyes shot to the door of the ward 3008 and stayed frozen on it. No matter how much he tried to make sense of what Ryoma had just said, he couldn't. Maybe they were talking about the boy himself? But the doctor had mentioned the set of words - 'both parents'.
"Yes, I am. Your case is special, after all. Still…" the old doctor talked calmly, not rushing and making sure that Ryoma follows the things he was saying, probably. Keigo could only imagine what was going on inside the room.
There was a small thump and then Ryoma talked again. "Ryoga is here, he can sign as the fathe- other parent. Because he doesn't even know, much less care." There was this bitter edge to Ryoma's words that somehow made Keigo's hands tremble and the guilty feeling to overcome him.
There was a sigh, "Alright, but please think about it, mister Echizen. I am only asking this for safety reasons. You are aware of that." There were footsteps coming closer to the door.
Keigo shifted away from the door a bit - he didn't want to be seen by the doctor or Ryoma just yet. It would be better if he allowed the model to know about him being here a bit later, after the doctor had gone away; at least, he thought so.
"Thank you." Ryoma's voice reached Keigo's ears again. This time, the tone that Ryoma used promised that the male won't listen to the doctor's orders and won't contact the other parent of the child. Keigo had heard this tone plenty of times while they were still together. "Also for the pills, they helped."
"No need, mister Echizen. Just take care of yourself as well, if you continue to skip sleep you will faint sooner or later. And that will only worry your brother and son." There was a small, fatherly chuckle before the white of the doctor's coat whizzed past Keigo's eyes.
It seemed that the old doctor was too busy with other things, since he didn't even bother to look up from the opened folder that was in his hands. Maybe that was a good thing. Keigo watched the man in the white leave, his mind wondering about the talk he had just heard, accidentally, and about what he should do now.
"Why do they all think that they know these things better than me?" there was a quiet mumble from the ward. "The hell are they anyway…" it was a question meant to no one.
"They worry about you, that is all there is to it." Keigo answered unknowingly. The words just left his mouth on their own; he couldn't control what he was saying.
There was silence. Keigo couldn't see what Ryoma was doing right now; all that Keigo could hear was that horrible silence that hid what was most important at the moment. But he waited, waited for Ryoma to speak out first, to acknowledge him.
"Go away." It was said quietly, Keigo could barely hear the words. "Get out now. I don't want to see you again. All you do is make my life even more miserable." The tremble in Ryoma's voice was enough to make Keigo move from his spot.
He grabbed the opened door and rounded it, his blue eyes landing on the pale and sickly-looking model, sitting on the hospital bed, in seconds. The wide-eyed stare that he got back quickly turned into a glare, those golden irises glowing from the unhidden pain and anger that Ryoma was probably feeling right now.
The model clutched the sheets under his fingers. "Get the fuck out of my sight. Now!" his voice was low and sounded like a feral growl of an angered beast.
"I.. came to see you." Keigo tightened his grip on the door, "To apologize to you, for everything, to ask you to…" he was lost for words; he didn't know what he could say to make things better. Because there was nothing that would make Ryoma detest him less.
Ryoma took a deep breath; his whole body was trembling from barely controlled anger. "I already told you, there is nothing that will make me feel something for you again. Nothing. So stop tormenting me and just… disappear from my life. For good."
The model was about to say something else, but then he started to sway. The golden eyes disappeared behind Ryoma's eyelids and then the frail-looking body started to fall forward. Keigo quickly moved, his hands stretching forward to catch the model, what he did. The warmth that he could feel was so familiar on his skin.
He sat there, on the floor, with Ryoma in his hands, and hugged the unconscious body close to himself.
"It has been so long… So very long." He muttered against the mop of dark-green hair, the weak smell of vanilla hitting his nose each time he breathed in. He closed his eyes, just feeling…
While sitting like that, Keigo didn't notice the thumps of small feel behind his back and a quiet 'eh?' when the owner of those feet stopped in the doorway. He did, however, feel the light tap on his arm.
When the rich man turned his face to his right side, the honey-colored eyes that were staring up at him were wide and full of curiosity; those small fingers still clutching to Keigo's jacket. Before Keigo could say or ask something, the child spoke first, his words jumbling up at first.
"Mshter*, what are you doing with my daddy?"
Kiriko sighed for the tenth time that day, his mind replaying the schedule for the day over and over again. He just got to know that Ryoma, his new interest, just left to America, back to his boy, and now only the blonde model from 'Aurora's kiss' was left.
How boring.
He wanted to talk and get to know Ryoma some more, even if just a little. The American model seemed to understand what it feels like to hurt deep inside. He had seen his scars, the ones that were forever etched on his back. And he didn't laugh or question him about them.
"Heeeey, Kiri, we're going. Move it or we leave you here!" Jun's voice brought the Japanese out of his slight daydream. "What are you even doing here?" the green-eyed model leaned closer to Kirko's face.
The black-haired man twisted his mouth a little and turned away from his childhood friend. "None of your business." He tied his hair up as he walked away from the smirking man, "What do you want anyway?"
"Nothing, nothing…" Jun easily fell in peace with Kiriko and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black kahi pants, "Nothing at all."
*It's supposed to be like that.
A/N: It only took me a month to get this up. Fabulous.
Dedicated to my hubby, since she soothed my stressed out soul. I love you lots baby! 3