Hiroki bent his head over the pan Nowaki had given him, waiting for the nausea to pass as he sat up in bed, his sweatpants-clad legs folded under him. He shook with dread as he heard the footsteps of the doctor who had visited approach his door. Looking up from the pan, Hiroki watched as the door opened slowly to reveal the doctor and a rather shaken-looking Nowaki. Hiroki felt his eyes sting with tears as he expected the worst.

"Well, I looked over the tests," the doctor began, adjusting his lab coat. He came around the bed and put a hand on Hiroki's shoulder. "You don't appear to have any form of cancer, Kamijou-san."

Hiroki burst into tears and he laughed between sobs of relief, running a hand through his hair. He managed to squint at Nowaki through the salty liquid in his eyes, but Nowaki was staring down at the floor, leaning up against the door with his arms crossed.

"But there's more news," the doctor said. Hiroki looked up at him in confusion. The doctor looked… happy? What was so happy about him throwing up and peeing blood?

"What is it?" Hiroki asked.

"It turns out that the cause of the blood in your urine and all of the vomiting you've been doing is because of a re-alignment and alteration of your abdominal organs. Specifically, the swelling of your appendix," the doctor said, grinning as he trailed off expectantly. Hiroki simply stared at him, his heart plunging to his stomach. The doctor, realizing Hiroki wasn't getting it, continued excitedly. "In other words, you're about four weeks pregnant! Congratulations, the Append-X you prescribed was successful!"

Hiroki quivered as he slowly, oh so slowly, turned his head towards Nowaki, who had his forehead in his hand, his other hand gripping the doorknob of the bedroom door with white knuckles.

"I wish you luck during your pregnancy. Let's schedule another home visit let's say… a month from now, so we can see your progress. Call me if you have any problems. I'll leave a pamphlet with you two as well. Congratulations again, Kusama-san and Kamijou-san!" the doctor gushed. He bowed low to Hiroki before walking towards the door. Nowaki moved aside as the doctor swept from the room. The door closed behind him, and the room went so quiet that all Hiroki could hear was his pounding heart. He shook his head in disbelief. Somewhere in the distance, the front door opened and slammed shut.

"Get out," Hiroki whispered after a long pause, staring straight ahead of him as he trembled. Nowaki looked up, his face contorted.

"Hiro-san, I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Get out," Hiroki repeated, raising his voice slightly.

"I-"

"GET OUT!" Hiroki screamed, throwing his pan at Nowaki with all of his might. He was weak with disbelief, however, and the pan landed innocently a few feet in front of Nowaki. He wished, suddenly, that the pan hadn't been recently emptied so Nowaki could have gotten soaked by the 'fruits' of what he had done.

"Hiro-s-"

Hiroki flew off the bed, launching himself at Nowaki like a bat out of hell. He viciously slapped, punched, and backhanded Nowaki as much as his little hands could, and Nowaki just stood there, absorbing every hit with his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. Hiroki sobbed as he pounded on Nowaki's chest with both hands.

"I HATE you!" he screeched, coiling back and slamming his fist into Nowaki's nose. Nowaki winced but didn't respond as blood gushed from his left nostril, trailing down his lip to drip to his shirt. Hiroki, realizing he couldn't get Nowaki to leave, shoved him aside and threw open the door. He sprinted down the hall and hurriedly shoved his feet into his shoes.

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki called, rushing out of the bedroom and watching as Hiroki thrust the front door open. Hiroki didn't answer as he dashed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him. He ran down the terrace, blinded by rage and tears. He heard the door to his apartment open behind him and he sped up, pumping his arms. Without warning, he became dizzy, gagging slightly, and veered off to the left, crashing into the railing of the balcony and spinning to the ground. His urge to vomit faded quickly in his desperation to get away. He tried to scramble to his feet and continue running, but Nowaki's strong hand grabbed his forearm from behind and all he could do was whirl around to face him, fists clenched and posed for attack.

"Get your fucking hands off of me! Let me go!" Hiroki roared as Nowaki dodged a poorly-aimed punch and hoisted Hiroki up into his arms. He thrashed violently, kicking and throwing punches every which-way. Nowaki brought him back into their apartment and into the bedroom, where he sat on the edge of the bed with Hiroki tightly wrapped in his immovable arms.

"Calm down, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? How can I when you did such a thing to me? You fucking lied to me! I thought I had cancer or something, God damn it! I hate you! I wish you were dead!" Hiroki bellowed, struggling against Nowaki's grasp and hitting Nowaki's shoulders as hard as he could with flat palms. He coughed suddenly, becoming dizzy again, and Nowaki sprang from the bed and dashed to the pan on the floor, allowing Hiroki to get on his hands and knees and throw up into the pan. Nowaki held his hair as he always did, stroking Hiroki's back with his free hand. Hiroki cursed him with everything he had, but he quickly found himself running out of energy as he sobbed into the pan for the umpteenth time that day.

"Hiro-san, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking straight, I got too caught up in the moment when I gave you the pill. As soon as you get over this sickness, I'll leave and you never have to see me again, I promise," Nowaki said reassuringly, his voice cracking. Hiroki willed himself to stop throwing up for a moment.

"DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME! I'm not finished with you yet!" Hiroki shouted, so loud that Nowaki jumped beside him. There was a pause.

"Yes, Hiro-san."

When he finished, Nowaki helped him back to the bed and sat down with Hiroki in his arms once more. Hiroki cooperated, but he couldn't bring himself to relax in Nowaki's hold.

"I trusted you," Hiroki finally muttered after a long, deadly silence. He looked up at Nowaki, who gazed back down at him. He looked pitiful, with his bloodshot eyes and the dried blood caked under his nose. Nowaki looked even more agonized than he had when Hiroki punched him.

"I know. I'm an awful person," Nowaki whispered, lowering his head.

"When did you give me the pill?" Hiroki asked slowly after another pause.

"…A few weeks ago. It was the love drug I gave you. It wasn't a love drug, it was the Append-X pill. I'm sorry, Hiro-san," Nowaki answered, his voice quiet.

"I see. So it wasn't an aphrodisiac?"

"…Not entirely. I wasn't lying when I said that it had traces of aphrodisiac in it. It really did, Hiro-san."

Hiroki laughed grimly, shaking his head.

"But you did lie to me, about it being a love drug. You lied to me when you told me you threw it away, too. No matter how small the lie, you still deceived me. You really messed up this time, Kusama-kun," Hiroki said, Nowaki's proper name alien against his tongue. Nowaki winced in pain and tears began to roll silently down his face. He lowered his head over Hiroki. Hiroki simply stared at him as Nowaki's ink black hair curtained over his eyes.

"I'm so, so sorry, Hiro-san."

"My name is Kamijou-san to you," Hiroki said emotionlessly. Nowaki looked up, his face contorted. Hiroki tilted his head, staring blankly at him as he put a hand on Nowaki's dampened cheek. "But don't worry, Kusama-kun, you can say hello to me if you see me on the streets."

Nowaki wept openly above Hiroki, his grip tightening. Hiroki's lip twitched as a molten tear rolled over his thumb. He shook his head slightly, a tiny, wry smile on his face.

"I'll have your dirty kid. Then you can take it far from here," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki sobbed harder as Hiroki repeatedly stabbed him with his hateful words. "Do you know why, Kusama-kun?"

Nowaki didn't answer, and instead he held Hiroki to him even harder, as if he was a teddy bear comforting a grounded child. Hiroki patted Nowaki's cheek slightly, but it was anything but warm and loving.

"Kusama-kun? Answer me, Kusama-kun. Do you know why I want you far away from me?"

"S-S-Stop, Hiro-san… I can't t-take it… please," Nowaki begged.

"My name is Kamijou-san," Hiroki said.

"Wh-Wh-Why, K-Kamijou-san?" Nowaki finally asked, more tears running down his face.

"Because I hate you," Hiroki murmured. Nowaki wailed, throwing his head back and crying towards the ceiling. Hiroki reached up to tangle his hands in Nowaki's hair and bring his head back down. He repeated Nowaki's words from a few weeks before, adding his own hateful twist. "I hate you so much that I can hardly see straight."

Hiroki pulled Nowaki down and brushed his lips against Nowaki's, closing his eyes as he felt tears drip onto his cheeks. He kissed Nowaki ever so softly, his hand stroking back his coal black hair. When he pulled away, Nowaki stared down at him in confusion.

"That's your punishment, Nowaki," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki gasped and jolted as fresh tears gathered in his eyes. "Now we're even."

"Wh-What…?"

"We're having this baby together," Hiroki said quietly, wiping away his lover's tears with his thumb and cleaning his face of the dried blood. Nowaki began to weep once more. "How could I just let you go after what the doctor said? I'm pregnant. I need your support, no matter how mad I am at you. You have to take responsibility for the man you knocked up, you big dummy."

"Don't you ever, ever say such cruel things again!" Nowaki sobbed, hiccupping uncontrollably. Hiroki's own face contorted as tears pricked at his eyes.

"I had to make you understand that, if you ever lie to me again, everything I just said won't be just a verbal punishment. Next time, it will become a reality."

"Y-Yes, Hiro-san. I understand."

"Make love to me, Nowaki. Show me how much you're sorry. Give me a reason to trust you again," Hiroki demanded in a gentle voice, reaching up to wrap his arms around Nowaki's neck. Nowaki immediately swung Hiroki around and eased him down onto the bed.

"Yes, Hiro-san."