Author's Note: Sorry for the late update! I'm super busy lately, with the results coming out this week and a farewell party to organise and well, stuffs. This month's updates may be kind of irregular. This is a kind of filler chapter, and tbh, I'm not so happy about it idk why. Well I know why actually. Because it's a big twist from the main plot, but is actually important for the sequel! Yes everybody, sequel! This story is nearing its end, but it's very likely to have a sequel hehe :D and this chapter would play a very big part in it :P Get ready for some kawaii family tiiiiime!
"Shige-chaaaaaaan~"
The voice of her sister was like honey to Ogiwara's ears. It was like hot chocolate during a stormy weather, the rewarding pat on the back after a victory. After spending two whole weeks in the presence of big, buff males and an old lady as a kitchen companion, the brunette had to admit that he missed the attention and coaxing he usually received at home from his sister. His sister had been a motherly figure to him ever since he moved to them, but she was also his really good friend. Takuo-san was his enthusiastic side-kick, in all highs and lows.
"Shiori-neeeeeee~" Ogiwara sang back, dropping all his stuffs and running to the said person. It was reunion time, for god's sake. Of course he was not going to care about anything else except for his lovely sister who could be quite scary at times.
"I missed you!" the sister exclaimed as she hugged the teen.
"I missed you too!" Ogiwara yelled back earnestly.
Two weeks in the presence of a red tyrant would definitely make someone miss home. Ogiwara felt a weight drop from his back as he breathed in the fresh scent of home from the hug. It was comforting to his senses and mind.
"Did you miss me?" Takuo asked enthusiastically as he joined the two siblings with their bags in hand.
"No." Shiori deadpanned.
"That hurts, darling," the teacher whined while pouting at his wife.
"Hmphh.." the said lady turned her back to her husband and continued to talk to her little brother.
"Those photos are golden! I know that I can always trust you for those little tasks!"
Shiori never expected his little brother to be able to take so much embarrassing photos of his husband. She estimated one or two funny shots, but those five absolute busted clicks drove her to tears, while laughing obviously. After all the good laugh though, she wanted to shed a different kind of tears. The expenses that would follow from all the eating around was going to cost a lot. So much for having a mischievous little brother and an idiot as a husband.
"You owe me five full meal treats," Ogiwara reminded the lady. He knew his sister very well, and he was not going to let her get away from her promise. He loved food, no way he was missing any free treats.
"Wait, you took more than one embarrassing photos of me?!" Takuo shrieked in horror. His wife was going to make him trade his soul to the devil with those photos in hand.
"Of course he did. He loves food. Everyone loves food. People will do anything for good food," Shiori reasoned. A completely valid reason.
"You so dumb, Sato," she continued, shaking her head in disapproval at the ignorance of the teacher.
Or maybe Shigehiro was being the little sneaky fox he could be at times, she mused silently. Of course she was not going to voice that out. Shiori was not letting this little opportunity slip from her hand; she liked to tease her husband a lot.
The little family gathering took an abrupt turn when the Akashi heir came in the line of view of Shiori.
"I refuse to breathe the same air as that majestic brat. Get me away from him. He will leave a bad influence on my baby," she stated, crossing her arms and turning her head away from the sight of the heir.
The last word of her sister turned a bad switch in the head of Ogiwara. How many times would people call him a baby when he was 115 pounds of soaking sexiness undergoing a puberty craze? The brunette rolled his eyes, breathing hard while trying to control his flaring anger. Just how many times would he have to repeat the same thing again and again before they all get it? He was not a baby, and hated to be addressed as one unless, obviously, he was getting something good and worth the pain of being treated like one in return. After spending one whole week making this clear with the whole team and an especially nagging black-haired shooter who constantly denied his claims, Ogiwara was done. That mere word was enough to make him snap in anger. He was done with this word. No one was going to call him baby again.
"Why does everyone keep on calling me a baby?! It's so frustrating. I managed to come out alive, with my hands clean from blood and my words, well, not so clean from profanities, after staying two full weeks in his proximity. Do you know what does that mean? I'm anything but a baby. I went to a summer camp with the devil incarnated and got out alive, goddamn it. Praise my phenomenal self instead of calling me baby!" Ogiwara ranted. He felt really good to let all his feelings out.
"I'm not talking about you, baka!" Shiori interrupted the monologue of his dramatic brother.
"Ohh!" Takuo exclaimed in delight at the sudden words of his wife.
"How romantic of you to call me baby, darling!" the older male continued, taking her wife in his arms in a hug. Out of reflex, Shiori hugged the male back, only to sigh in the end.
"Why are you both so dumb? I'm talking about this." The woman released her hold on his husband and placed a hand on her belly.
"WHAT?!" both males exclaimed.
"Hehehehe. I bet you did not think of that," the lady smirked. Casually dropping a bomb news on the head of the two other idiots staying with her had already become a little habit of hers, but the reaction she got every time was priceless, like today.
"Are you serious?!" Sato-san yelled. The poor teacher's face was becoming red in anticipation.
"Why would I lie about being pregnant?" the lady questioned.
"HOLY MOLY!" Sato cried in joy.
"OH KAMI SAMA!" Ogiwara was flailing his hands in front of his face for some air. The little brunette was starting to hyperventilate. His sister was expecting. What the fuck?
"Are you really serious?" the teen asked again, unable to believe his ears.
When he saw her sister nod firmly, he screamed a very high-pitched joyous scream and began jumping on his feet like a little kid. The brunette temporarily caught the attention of everyone, and was completely oblivious about it.
"I can't believe this!" the lucky husband hugged his expecting wife.
"Five years! Five freaking years!" he continued, tears of joy forming in their eyes. The couple was completely shameless during their little PDA time, and Ogiwara could not care less about it. He needed some more time to make sure that he was not dreaming or getting pranked.
"It was about damn time, if you ask me but still," the teen boy stated after regaining his calm momentarily, earning a laugh from the couple clinging to each other.
"I can't believe this! I need to breathe. I need some air in my lungs, oh my god!" Ogiwara started hyperventilating again as soon as he noticed the adorable way the lovesick couple were holding each other.
"This is too good to be real! Tell me I'm not dreaming!" The hyperventilation of Ogiwara rubbed off on Takuo as he exclaimed again, unable to get rid of the grin plastered on his face.
Shiori was getting a little bit annoyed by the constant 'are-you-serious?' and 'am-i-dreaming?'. She took the initiative to put an end with it and punched her idiot husband on the arm to prove him otherwise. It was all real. She was carrying his baby in her womb, and needed to get away from any bad vibes of the red devil of a basketball captain who was currently a safe distance away from her.
"You didn't have to hit me so hard, you know. I'm the father of your unborn child." The young teacher whined, breaking into a grin at the end of his statement.
"Look at your idiot self, already taking on the boast. What are you, some rich spoiled brat?" Shiori complained at the grinning idiot who was holding her.
"A proud, soon-to-be father!" the teacher declared happily, eliciting a laugh from his wife and received a little peck on the lips.
"Fuuuuuuu-" Ogiwara was still freaking out at the news. And the little talks between the couple were only making it worse for his hyperventilating self to calm down. He was going to be an uncle, for god's sake. He had so much to learn, but first of all, he had to relax, which seemed to be a bit unlikely to occur soon.
"You're really going to have a baby!" the teen stated excitedly, chuckling at her sister and grinning so wide that his cheeks started to pain a little bit.
"No. I'm going to give birth to an angel," the lady corrected, grinning back at her little brother.
"Oh My God!" Ogiwara was on the verge of tears. He was so genuinely happy for the couple. "I'm so happy."
"Good. Now throw your bags in the car. We need to get away from the brat before his evilness seeps into my unborn baby. Can you see it, the dark aura and heavy air surrounding him? I can't breathe such air. It's bad for the baby." Shiori was a very cautious lady, and she was taking no risks with her pregnancy.
On the way back home, the situation was a complete reverse of how it when Shiori dropped them off for the training camp. Takuo was on the wheels, humming pleasantly as they drove home. His wife was smiling next to him in the passenger seat, happy that her idiot husband was excited and elated about the pregnancy news. Ogiwara had finally managed to calm down, and his awesome mathematical skills began to kick in as he processed the news. He quickly formed a very tempting hypothesis in his mind. He only needed a confirmation before annoying the shit out of everyone in the car about it.
"So… at how many weeks are you now?" the teen boy asked casually.
"Five!" her sister chimed in cheerfully.
Ogiwara chuckled. Karma sure works in strange ways. This was the golden opportunity that had been presented to him to pull his sister's leg after all the time the woman threw his conception time in his face. Ogiwara's pure ears and good thoughts about his parents were tainted by the harsh teasing of his sister since the day of his 13th birthday, when the older sibling declared shamelessly that he was the result of birthday sex, and Ogiwara, unwillingly, knew that it was true as he did some simple math over the months. Exactly nine months before his birth was his dad's birthday, ugh. Since he entered into his teenage years, his sister's taunts about him being a birthday sex mistake had been a very efficient and quick way to annoy and piss him off. Ogiwara's light chuckles soon took an eerie tone as he thought more about the new discovery he made.
"I know everything," the brunette declared with a creepy laugh.
"What are you now? Akashi Seijuro?" Shiori snapped. She was not liking that weird laugh of his little brother, which usually meant bad news for her peace of mind.
"Wedding anniversary sex! Hahahahaha," the brunette roared in laughter.
Sato instantly blushed at the bold declaration of the teen. He always reprimanded his wife on teasing the little boy with the time of his conception, and of course, his words always flew over Shiori's head as the scary woman would rub that on his little brother's face to annoy the kid. Now, his wife and him would have to pay for the price of teasing the teen so much. He observed the frown that settled on his wife's face as she listen to the exclamation of the teen.
"What do you want?" the pregnant lady sighed. Shiori was regretting the smartness of his little brother for the first time. That kid was quick to do the calculations. But what she was regretting the most was teasing the boy with similar talks.
"The tables have turned, hahaha," Ogiwara was enjoying the moment and the annoyance in his sister's voice a bit too much.
"Look, I'm sorry. I regret calling you birthday mistake all the time, so please spare me from the taunts," the sister declared forfeit instantly. She was not taking any chances with this.
"It's alright, sis. After all, I'm on the wrong here," the brunette replied nonchalantly, confusing the couple in front of him.
"What do you mean?" Shiori asked.
"It's not wedding anniversary sex. It's drunk wedding anniversary sex," Ogiwara corrected his mistake, smirking at the sight of the blush deepening on his brother-in-law's face and the big scowl forming on his sister's face. Before they got to respond to it, he continued.
"The Cabernet Sauvignon was worth its price, huh? Good for you, Sato-san." The brunette patted the shoulder of the driving male while congratulating him.
"Oh God, what trouble did I invite in now?" the brunette lady muttered.
"Don't worry, Shiori-nii, I'll make sure that your little angel knows about this on its 13th birthday," Ogiwara coaxed this sister. No way he was letting this occasion escape.
"Please don't," the woman warned pleadingly.
"But it's true," Ogiwara teased.
"Shut up."
Ogiwara complied to his sister's order silently, his mischievous smile never leaving his face as he leaned back on the backseat.
This was going to be so much fun.
A/N: I know, I know. Bad me. That was one big twist in the story, but I'm not going to focus on this pregnancy for the time being. It will be more interesting(IMO)and appropriate, I guess, to see Akashi interact with a pregnant Shiori in the sequel. Hehe x) It's like a side thing for the moment, and yes one very important question: Will it be too rushed for me to jump to the climax(the finals) after the next chapter? Now that I've done the character building of Ogiwara, set the dynamics in the team and the tension between him and Akashi, I feel like it's about time for us to reach the climax, in fear of dragging the story too long. PM me about it, if you don't want to review! I'll be glad to know about your opinions!
I hope you liked the story so far.
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