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Misaki: Are we not gonna fight over this?
Me: Nope, not today.
Misaki: Why?
Me: Because I have to do a dedication today
Usagi-san: Oh…you're gonna dedicate this pathetic chapter to somebody?
Me: Shut up, and yes. This chapter is dedicated to JFantisist since this end would not come about without her. In other words, if you're unhappy, blame her.
Misaki: Wow, you're really throwing your friend under the bus there.
Me: Well, Misaki-chan, when you get to the end of this chapter you're gonna want to throw her under an actual bus.
Misaki: *looking suspicious* Why..?
JFantisist: (she's not actually here, but I know she would say this) KYAA!!! IT'S SO CUUUUUTE!!! YAY!
Me: You guys are all in for a shock…well, except for those of you who managed to figure out the truth. And if I didn't say you were right then odds are you you're not.
Hiroki: Yeah right, she probably just lied
Me: Will you shut up?
Hiroki: Let me think about it for a minute…Uhhh no.
Me: Teme…anyway, please enjoy the final chapter of Takahiro finds Out.
Chapter 50 THE LAST CHAPTER
"MISAKIIIII!!!" Usagi dropped to his knees beside Misaki's unmoving body. He pulled the boy into his lap and shook him slightly. "Misaki? Please, Misaki, wake up!" Misaki's head lolled to the side limply as he was shaken.
Usagi growled in frustration patted Misaki's cheek in an attempt to rouse him. "Misaki, wake up dammit."
Misaki did not wake up, but he did moan softly. "Misaki," Usagi whispered, holding him tightly. "Oh Misaki."
"U…sagi-saaan?" Usagi's eyes shot wide. "You're…choking…mmmeeee."
Usagi stared at Misaki's half lidded emerald eyes. "Misaki!" he yelled. You're awake." He hugged tightly as he could.
"Usagi-san, c-can't breathe."
"Oh." He released Misaki enough to let him breathe while still clutching as much of the boy as he could.
"Let go of me."
"Never, I love you too much."
Misaki felt warmth cutting through the pain he was fighting. Five seconds later though he shoved down that thought and managed to snap, "Let go now! I'm not feeling so good." As he said that, he felt nausea hit him hard and fast. Using the little strength he had, he shoved hard, escaping from his lover's grasp and scrambling over to the sink just in time to lose what little was in his stomach.
He began coughing hard, phlegm and bile making him gag. Then he felt Usagi-san's cool fingers pulling the boy's hair out of his eyes as he pressed the rest of his body warmly against Misaki's. When he finished, he stood up and Usagi-san's hands dropped from his hair to his waist, clasping themselves gently around his navel. Misaki basked slightly in Usagi-san's hold, too tired and weak to fight him.
"Misaki, I'm taking you to the hospital."
Misaki managed to nod for a moment before he sagged in the older man's grip, passing out again.
Usagi scooped the boy up, bridal style, and carried him to the living room where he grabbed his cell phone. Then he left the apartment.
In the elevator he pressed speed dial and speaker and waited as it rang.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hiroki."
"Akihiko?
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
"Misaki is really sick, I'm taking him to the hospital. I was hoping I could ask your boyfriend if he recognized the symptoms."
"You can't wait until you get to the hospital?"
"No."
Akihiko could almost hear Hiroki rolling his eyes. Finally the brunet replied, "Fine, I'll go stop him…Oi, Nowaki, wait a sec."
Akihiko heard muffled voices on the other end for a moment before he heard his best friend's lover's voice. "Good morning, Usami-san."
"Morning, yeah…okay, so there's something wrong with Misaki."
Nowaki ignored the rudeness since the man was probably under a fair amount of stress. "So I've gathered. What are the symptoms?"
"Vomiting, weakness, fever and I found him passed out on the floor this morning. I'm not sure how long he was there but he'd started making breakfast and it wasn't too burnt yet."
There was silence on the other end as Nowaki considered those symptoms in combination with one another. His first thought was immediately dismissed as completely impossible and began considering others. "Those symptoms could show up in anything from influenza to Yellow Fever. I might know more if I can talk to Misaki-kun?"
"He passed out again right after he got sick. I'm taking him to the hospital."
"Ah, well, I'm on my way there so I'll meet you. It's faster than waiting in the emergency room."
"Yes, I will be there shortly."
"See you in a bit."
They hung up as Usagi reached his car. He opened the passenger's side door and set Misaki in it gently. He buckled the still unconscious boy in and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead before getting in on his own side.
…
Usagi carried Misaki in through the emergency entrance and was immediately greeted by Nowaki. Nowaki grimaced as he saw how small the boy was in Usami-san's arms. He looked like a small child all limp like that.
"This way please." He turned and led the other two men through a pair of double doors and down a long, white hall. He chose a room and said, "In here."
Usami-san walked past Nowaki, hesitating in the doorway to make sure Misaki's legs didn't hit the door frame. Nowaki was struck by how caring Usami-san was when it came to the kid since he seemed so cold and cruel to everyone else. He followed the two and instructed Usami-san to lay Misaki-kun out on the bed. He did as he was told and stood up, still holding Misaki's hand.
Nowaki approached from the other side, allowing Usami-san to continue holding his lover's hand while he put his stethoscope to his ears and listened to the boy's heart, checked his eyes, ears, mouth and temperature. He was running a low grade fever but nothing else. He had to take a blood test and wait for Misaki-kun to wake up.
That didn't take as long as he thought it would. Misaki opened his eyes just as Nowaki backed up, debating whether he should wait or try to get a hold of one of his family members to get permission from them. "Ah, you're awake, how are you feeling?"
Usagi jerked and looked into his lover's half opened eyes. "Where am I?"
"The hospital. You seem to be sick. I was hoping you would wake up and tell me more about your symptoms."
Misaki blinked and yawned recalling what had happened this morning. He jerked. "Ack, I left the stove on!" He started to struggle out of bed but Usagi held him down.
"I turned off the stove, calm down or you'll make it worse." Misaki mellowed infinitesimally, but still looked worried, he wondered if Usagi-san had actually turned off everything or just one burner. "I got all of them."
"Stupid psychic," he muttered under his breath.
Nowaki hid a snort and said, "Judging by your demeanor, I take it you're feeling better?"
Misaki nodded. He felt fine…a little overheated but other than that…
"Do you remember feeling sick before Usami-san found you?"
Misaki grimaced and said, "Yes. I threw up and had very cramps, nausea and felt dizzy. But I'm fine now so…"
"Be that as it may, I would like to take a blood test to make sure that there is nothing dangerous in your system. Is that alright?"
"Uh, sure." Nowaki nodded and went to get the things required.
As soon as he left the room, Usagi turned to his lover. "Are you really feeling better?"
"I'm fine, honest."
Usagi leaned forward pressed a kiss to Misaki's lips. "I love you."
"You too."
…Several hours later…
"Are the results for Takahashi Misaki's blood test available yet?" Nowaki asked as he walked into the lab. The hematologist nodded hesitantly and held out the results. Nowaki saw the hesitation. "What is it?"
"I'll let you see what you make of them."
Nowaki looked at the results with shock in his eyes. This is impossible. "Perform the test again. I think his test got mixed up with someone else's."
The hematologist nodded. "I'll need a fresh sample then. Just in case it's the blood that's been mislabeled."
Nowaki nodded and went to get gloves and a fresh syringe, then went back to the room where Misaki-chan and Usami-san waited to find out what was making Misaki so ill. Usagi stood up from the bedside chair, still holding his lover's hand. "Well," he demanded. "What's wrong with him?"
"I do not know. There was a problem with the test. I need to take a fresh sample for analysis." Misaki nodded and sat up, ignoring the pain in his stomach. Nowaki winced at the sight of his friend in pain. He quickly drew on sterilized gloves and removed the caps which protected the needle. He sterilized Misaki's arm and stuck in the needle, drawing out the necessary blood. He replaced the caps and gripped the boy's shoulder. "I'm sure it's nothing too bad," he murmured, reassuringly. Misaki nodded and fell back against the pillows with a grimace. Akihiko reached out and ruffled his hair gently and then leaned forward to press a kiss to his young lover's temple. Nowaki hurried out to give the two some privacy.
...Several more hours later…
"There is no mistake this time?" Nowaki bit the inside of his cheek. This was bad…no, worse than bad.
"I did the test myself," the hematologist replied. "As it is, there is no mistake. That boy…"
"Yes, well, I had better go and tell him that."
"Good luck."
"I'm probably gonna need it."
Nowaki returned to his patient's room. Misaki looked at him with a forced smile. Beside him, Usagi-san was fast asleep. "Do you have the results?" he asked in a normal voice.
Nowaki raised an eyebrow, momentarily distracted. Misaki looked over at his lover and chuckled. "Don't worry, he sleeps like the dead and refuses to wake up unless it's absolutely necessary."
Nowaki nodded and said, "Misaki-chan, according to the first, and the second, test results, you are pregnant."
"I'M WHAT?!?!" And Usagi-san chose that moment to wake up.
Me: That is it…the end. Good bye, adios, sayounara, have a nice day, I gave you a nice long chapter and now I AM DONE *looking relieved*
Misaki: *angry aura pulsing* What the hell have you done to me?
Me: I've gotta run now, before Misaki kills me. So long everyone, please review the final chapter of "Takahiro Finds Out," especially thoseof you who never review *looks stern* and please continue to read my other stories. I have a couple lined up, ready to start once I wrap up a few of my current stories, so please read those as well.
Misaki: *livid* How the hell—
Me: I told you to blame JFantisist…without her twisted obsession with mpregs this end would never have crossed my mind…but I have to say it was the best way to finish it.
Misaki: Where is this girl...I want to hurt her.
Me: Uh oh, look out JFantisist! On second thought, you might not care if Misaki was the one to kill you.
I would also like to thank all the people who reviewed this story, all 600+ reviews were wonderful. And thanks to all of you who gave me the inspiration that got this story to fifty chapters. And now I bid you adieu.
Oh and also, one last thing.
All: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!
