Here's the next chapter. Everyone finally finds out about Mai's condition. Next chapter will be their reactions. I can't even wait myself to write it. Anyone ever watch Code Geass? I'm literally watching it right now for like the 3 time, lol. I might start a fanfic for that one too
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt and never will
Chapter 21: Finding Out
Mai's POV:
I sighed, flipping back my blankets and getting up. Moonlight shone brightly through the window, illuminating the sleeping faces around me. The only one I couldn't find was Naru.
"Maybe a bath will make me feel better, but first, I have to pee," I thought to myself as I gathered my bath materials.
The halls were silent and dark at four in the morning as I made my way over to base. Why-you may ask- am I up as the ghastly hour of four in the morning?
That's an easy one to answer. It's because lately, my sleeping pattern has gone even more screwy then it had been before. Thanks for the pregnancy oh narcissistic fiancé of mine.
In base, Naru had fallen asleep on his keyboard for the third night in a row. I set my items down quietly and draped a blanket over his shoulders. Naru's a relatively quiet sleeper, but he has a nasty habit of drooling in his sleep. Seriously, I'm surprise that his keyboard hasn't fried yet.
If you don't sleep in the same room as him, you would never expect him to drool in his sleep. What with his holier-then-thou attitude. He also talks in his sleep, something I was quick to pick up on. I've already collected some interesting little tidbits of information from these little blips. Like the "bug-man" thing.
Before I could resist the impulse, I reached out a hand and moved the hair out of his eyes. He groaned causing me to freeze. "Mai, don't leave with that…" he muttered, the last word left off as he smirked.
A grin broke across my face. Nice to know that he even worries about me in his dreams. Quickly, I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, silly," I whispered.
A small smile graced his lips. I gathered my things and hurried out the door before he made me do something more drastic. Hey, I may be 21-years-old, but that doesn't mean hormones don't still effect me.
In the bathroom, I stripped quickly. It was exceedingly hot, steam gathering around me like a hot, humid blanket. Out in the hot spring, steam coiled readily off of the smooth water.
The heat of the water soothed the ache where the bruise on my abdomen shone proud and purple. The bruise I had gracefully received from that damned dream. Thankfully, the ones on my wrists were already fading into that sickly yellow color.
I relaxed in the heat, sinking deeper into the water. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, an icy voice whispered beside me, "If its not mine, then you can't have it," before I was shoved forcefully under the water.
Struggling against unseen hands, I forced my head above water. I called for help, but that was soon cut off by a mouthful of water. On my way down for the second time I struck my head on a rock. For some reason, I always seem to hit my head, but this time had been the hardest.
My world slowly reduced to black until only a small pinprick of light shone. When that small piece of light had faded and I was ready to succumb to the darkness, strong arms shot around me, dragging me onto the cool rocks.
I couldn't breath. The water still filled my lungs. Hot air was forced into my lungs. Someone breathed sticky carbon dioxide into my mouth over and over, refilling my waterlogged lungs in an effort to dispel the water.
Water finally choked past my lips, spurting out. I turned over, coughing violently. Tears streamed down my face in answer to the pain that filled my lungs in absence of the water and clenched around the bruise in my stomach as the muscles contracted.
"You're alright. You're alive. Everything is fine," the male voice whispered in what sounded like an attempt to convince himself more then me.
Through the tears I could make out the black hair and clothes of my workaholic fiancé. He held me tightly to him.
It didn't matter to me that I was basically providing crappy porn for the audience at the door. All that mattered to me was my closest scrape to death since beginning at SPR and Naru.
"I'll call an ambulance!" someone unfamiliar called from the doorway.
…..
Later, in the hospital, I was laying there just staring at the ceiling with a boredom usually reserved for classes as Naru spoke with the doctor outside my door. They were speaking in whispers, but none to quietly. It's like they thought I was half deaf and couldn't hear them or something.
"She's fine with only a slight concussion. We're just thankful that the lack of oxygen and the wound to hear abdomen had no effect on the fetus," the doctor said quietly.
Naru stared at the doctor with wide eyes. "The fetus? She's pregnant?" His voice seemed to convey more of a 'What the hell? How did I not notice?' feeling to it.
I squeezed my eyes shut as tears welled up in my eyes again. That isn't the way I wanted him to find out. I wanted to tell him myself once this case was over and done with.
"Yes, about a month along. More like a little past a month. We're almost done with everything to ensure that the fetus is completely healthy and unharmed. You may take her home if you'd like and we'll mail you the results. A nurse will be up soon. Oh, and congratulations, bucko. Have fun dealing with the hormones," the doctor said, clapping Naru on the back. I could hear the grin in her voice and her footsteps as she took her leave.
Naru made a half choked sound. He softly made his way over to my bed. I kept my eyes trained on the ceiling, not wanting to see his reaction to the news.
His hand raised and moved the hair out of my face. It lingered against my face for a few seconds before moving to take my hand.
Finally, I mustered up the ovaries to look at him. Our eyes locked and I could tell he was stunned out of his wits. "I should take you off the case," he murmured to himself more them me.
Okay, time to drop the quiet girl act. "No! Absolutely not! I refuse to be kicked off the case!" I shouted, sitting up quickly in bed. The fierceness of my shout was marred greatly by the fact that it came out in a hoarse, raspy whisper. "Ouch!" I groaned, clutching at my now aching throat.
"It's not smart for a person who has just recently nearly been drowned to yell at their almost spouse," Naru said with a blank expression even though his tone said different as he handed me a cup of water.
The nurse entered ten, grinning at us. "So lively for just waking up. Alright, you're free to go home," she said, still smiling at Naru as she detached everything from me. It made me uneasy that she only stared at Naru while she did this.
"Which is exactly where you'll be going," he said, helping me out of bed.
"No, I won't!" I shouted, my voice coming back with a vengeance as we set foot outside, "I am going back to the hot spring and helping you finish the case, Kazuya Shibuya! I will not be left at home to overdose on sugar because your baby has a sweet tooth while you're off having a good old time hunting some psycho ghost!"
He rolled his eyes toward the sky. "Yes, you re going back to the hot spring," he said making me brighten instantly, "but only to pack up your stuff." My face fell and he took his chance to pull me into the taxi.
I grumbled to myself all the way back to the hot spring, trying to come up with my next motive of attack. Several times I opened my mouth, but shut it, thinking better then to spout that information. Finally, I settled for just asking, "At least explain to my why you refuse to allow me to continue on this case."
He stopped outside the base door, swiveling to face me so fast that I nearly crashed into him. "It's because you're pregnant," he said exasperatedly, "And you're overly prone to attract every form of danger. You are going home. End of discussion."
He spun back around, flinging the door open. The whole SPR team stared at us. Even Lin stared. Monk's eyes were bugging out of his head, Ayako looked like she was about to faint, and Yasu, November and Masako were holding back giggles. Apparently, we hadn't been talking as quietly as we had originally thought.
I hope you like this chapter. I wrote it at three this morning so that might contribute greatly to the difference in writing style of this chapter. Anyway, I liked writing this chapter, it was interesting. Review for the baby! :D