A/N: I asked you guys a while ago if you wanted this story in two pieces or in one. If you couldn't tell from the time skip in the last chapter, I decided to go with one. This chapter marks the start of a new major plot arc.

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The start of my senior year of college was bittersweet. Kanda and Lavi may have graduated and moved off campus, but I still saw them frequently, and my social life was as vibrant as it had always been; I, or rather, Allen remained popular and liked. However, knowing that this was the end of what was sure to be the happiest period of my life made it hard to fully enjoy it. Sure, I'd still have my loving boyfriend and my closest friends after I graduated, but the end of my time at school potentially meant the end of Allen, and I didn't want to give him up. College had been my golden era and I didn't want it to end.

Granted, I didn't even sort of know that I'd have to stop pretending to be male once school ended. The odds were that I would be able to continue on as I had been. After all, none of the things I was planning to do with my degree were gender specific, so there was no real career reason for me to have to go back to being Allison. And I knew Yuu didn't care which gender I chose to live my life as; he had told me point blank that if he did get his way and we ended up getting married, he would say whichever name I wanted him to say at the altar. But the possibility that I would have to stop being Allen still nagged at me. It wasn't enough to hamper my enjoyment of my final year of school, I still lived every day to the fullest, but in those quiet moments between my various classes and activities, I couldn't help thinking about it.

I thought I was doing ok, but I was apparently depressed enough over the whole thing to actually agree to move in with Kanda after graduation. Then again, despite how much we argued, he really did know how to convince me to see things his way, and he had made some excellent points about the financial advantages of sharing an apartment. But after winter break was over, so were most of my objections. I had stayed with him the entire break, and living together had actually worked. Of course, we basically spent my entire birthday in bed together, so all I could really conclude was that living together wasn't going to complicate our sex life.

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After attending my seven am class and getting some breakfast, I made my way back to my dorm room. I normally would have gone back to the music hall to get some practice time in, but I wanted to relax and catch up on some missed sleep. Taking an early morning class along with such a heavy course load in my final semester was a huge mistake. The busy schedule had made sense when I registered for it, as none of my closest friends were going to be on campus that semester, but now the stress was almost unbearable. And the worst part was that it manifested in a daily need to vomit up my breakfast almost as soon as I ate it.

When I reached my room, I locked the door, tossed my jacket and backpack on my desk, and then made a beeline for the bathroom. I quickly pinned as much of my short hair out of my face as I could before the nausea got to be too much. Then I knelt in front of the toilet and threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach to lose.

I stayed where I was for a while, making sure my stomach had settled and that standing up wouldn't make me vomit again. As I walked over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out, removing the clips from my hair in the process, I cursed myself for letting my health go so neglected that I was throwing up every day.

And that's when something awful happened.

As I stood from leaning over the sink to spit, I caught sight of my birth control pills on the counter. I'd been so busy this semester that I hadn't been very good about taking them. I panicked at the thought, but only for a moment. Even though I was on the pill, Yuu and I still used condoms whenever we were together. So even though the symptoms lined up, I knew I wasn't pregnant.

However, on the counter next to the pills was a box of tampons that said differently. I'd bought it at the beginning of the semester and still hadn't touched it. I hadn't had my period in weeks.

Of course, in my panic, I couldn't even remember when my last period was, so that wasn't a very accurate calculation. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the heart stopping conclusion that I had conceived a child.

It only took a moment before I sprang into action. I exited the bathroom, grabbed my coat, and booked it to the gas station down the street. I located what I was after easily enough, though standing there, looking at the convenience store's selection of pregnancy tests, was so terrifying that my knees almost gave out.

Having no clue which brand was best, I grabbed one of each. The guy at the counter made some joke about girls asking their boyfriends to buy things for them, but I wasn't paying enough attention to be insulted. I just wanted to get back to my room as soon as possible and find out whether or not this life-changing thing was truly happening.

I hid the bag in my coat on the way back, I did not want to risk anyone seeing it and learning what was going on. If this was just me panicking and jumping to conclusions, I didn't want to risk losing my cover as a man over it.

Once I was in my room, I spilled the bag out onto my bed. I stared at the little boxes for a moment, but then I jumped right in. I opened up every box and read every set of instructions thoroughly before I began. I wanted to be sure I was taking the tests correctly; I did not want to take any chances with this. My entire future was on the line.

When I was finished, I stared down at the tests in complete shock and disbelief.

They were all positive.