I will live up to your dark expectations, dear readers. I will make Miyuki SUFFER during the next few chapters! So much karma is gonna hit him hard in the balls! That's what he gets, right?!
Chapter 12: Sawamura Kazujun, Not Miyuki Kazujun
Miyuki slowly walked over to him, a sense of affection and longing in his eyes as he looked at the baby. "My son …"
Kuramochi told the nurse to take Kazujun back, standing up in the male's face. "Your son? What are you talking about?"
The bespectacled man frowned. "Don't act dumb. That's my fucking child."
"Not it's not, asshole. You're the one that abandoned Sawamura, you're the one that wasn't there to help him carry Kazujun! How can you call yourself a father after what you've done?"
"Biologically, I'm still the father. Plus, the baby's named Kazujun. Kazuya, Eijun? Don't you understand? If Eijun really hated me that much, he would've changed his name!"
The green haired male gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. "Fuck you! How can you say that?! You disappear for nine damn months and once you hear Sawamura's giving birth, you come back crying?! Are your batteries working up there? You fucking hurt Sawamura, for Pete's sake. I don't think he'll ever accept your apology. If I see you approach him dangerously more than three times … I'll fucking kill you. I mean it. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this. The baby's last name is Sawamura, not Miyuki." A cloud of distaste hanging in the air, Kuramochi walked out the hospital, forcefully bumping Miyuki's shoulder with his own.
Miyuki slid down to the floor, staring at his hands. 'What … have I done? It was just a joke … what did I do wrong?'
Eijun smiled at the baby in his arms as he and Kuramochi walked home from the hospital a few days later. "Kazujun's so cute! His eyes are totally irresistible!"
"Stop whining in my ear already," the former shortstop complained. "Besides that, all of us gotta help you go baby shopping."
"Yay!"
"I just got paid this week too …"
The brunette literally jumped ten feet in the air as Kazujun began to giggle. His chubby fingers reached for Eijun's chest, groping the red fabric. "Oi, just because I gave birth to you doesn't mean I'm a woman! Oi, I don't have breasts, sheesh! Let go!"
Kuramochi cackled in amusement. "I never thought I'd say this but you two are fucking —"
"Mochi-senpai! Language!"
"Sorry, sorry!"
Two Weeks Later
"Wakana, I need a favor."
"No, I'm not breastfeeding your baby."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"C'mon, I'm asking nicely!"
"Still, no."
"But he needs it. Look at me, I'm flatter than a sheet of paper!"
"It makes more sense for the mother to provide their child milk, not someone unrelated."
"I don't have any milk. Do you need me to take my shirt off and –"
"No, thanks. Just buy baby milk formula from the supermarket."
"Eh? They have that?"
"Seriously, what am I going to do with you?"
Eijun scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "Hehe, I know I'm a handful."
Wakana shook her head. "It's nice to see you here in Nagano. Everyone's been cheering you and Kazujun on."
The brunette wiped a tear off his cheek. "T-Thanks … that's comforting to hear …"
"Oi, bastard!"
Miyuki turned around, seeing Kuramochi catch up to him. "Were you following me?"
"No," the green haired male said, glaring. "Why are you carrying suitcases? Don't tell me —"
The bespectacled man crossed his arms. "You're damn right," he retorted, eyes glinting with seriousness. "I'm taking Eijun and Kazujun back, whether they like it or not. They're part of my family, and I won't allow them to suffer anymore than they already have."
Kuramochi rolled his eyes in disbelief. "You're crazy. That is all I'm going to say. Keep saying that and karma's gonna swing a sweet home run right into your balls, hypocrite." He jogged to his newly acquired lime green sports car. "Where're you headed? I'll give you a lift."
"Softie."
"Shut the hell up."
Eijun squealed uncontrollably as Kazujun stared at him with wide eyes, his small mouth agape at his new surroundings. "Why are so cute? I don't understand!"
Skipping to the second floor to his room, the brunette placed the younger Sawamura in his crib and sang a lullaby despite his abomination of a voice, which instantly put Kazujun to sleep.
"I hope he doesn't wake up soon and start crying."
Heading back downstairs, Eijun laid on the couch, looking out the window. 'God, why is this my life? Kazujun only has me, and I'm hardly even good enough to be a mother. No, bad Eijun! You can't think this way after those nine months! You've done a good job persevering without that jerk.'
Suddenly, the front door clicked.
The brunette froze. 'It can't be … there's only one person in the world who opens the door like that …'
Three white suitcases rolled in. A phone was set on the table, followed by a set of keys.
Eijun's face darkened, clutching at his pants. "Why … are you here?"
Miyuki shut the door behind him, jamming his hands into his coat pocket. " … Be mine again."
