This is something based on an RP from long ago... This story is mostly just side stories, without a real plot (unless enough people yell at me to have a plot. Side stories are WAY easier....) I hope you love it as much as I do... Later, I may post links to pics I drew of some of the characters, if people want me to

Chapter 1: The Trip

Story by: Eva-sama

OC's by: Eva-sama, CG-chan, and Blade-kun

Shigeki tottered after Tamao, his mom's friend, as she carried the empty laundry basket. His parents were upstairs, talking to Trunks, Tamao's boyfriend, and all the other grown-ups. He was the only kid, and was rather bored. Tamao, though, had said she had laundry to do, and excused herself, Shigeki following her like a chick after a hen.

Tamao leaned over slowly to pick up a few dirty shirts, her 3-month pregnant belly making everything at least a little difficult. Though, having a chibi-Shigeki bouncing around the room didn't make things too easy, either. Tamao never let things like that get her down, though. As soon as she stood up, he tugged on her sleeve and smiled. "Auntie Tam, can we go bake a cake?" he asked excitedly.

She just smiled and shifted her basket, easing the slight ache in her arms. There was a LOT of laundry, and it was pretty heavy. "I need to finish this laundry first, sweetie."

"You could bake the cake first, that do the laundry!" Shigeki said cutely. "You needa get you priorilees in order!" he giggled in chibi-speak.

Tamao laughed. "Why don't you wait for me in the kitchen? I should be done in a few minutes." She headed towards the stairs to the basement, where the washing machine was.

"What's the baby's name again?" Shigeki happily ignored her suggestion, and kept following her.

"Terrance Robert Briefs." She started down the stairs. "But you'll call him Terry."

"What'll he look like? What foods does he like? Will he like me? When's he coming? Will he be here by tomorrow?" Shigeki asked all these in one breath, not waiting for an answer.

"One question at a time....." she smiled, then frowned as she noticed something fall out of her basket. "Shi-kun, be a dear and grab that for me, will you?"

Shigeki inspected the piece of clothing and made a face. "Eew, that's Uncle trunks' undies! I'm not touching those!"

Tamao sighed and rested the basket on her hip, trying to lean over and reach it. As soon as Shigeki could blink, though, she had gone head over heels down the stair, letting out a surprised yell.

Shigeki tilted his head and listened for a second. Naruto was yelling about something, and none of them had heard Tamao. He rushed down to where she was. "Auntie Tam, Auntie Tam!" he noticed she wasn't moving much, and that she was really pale, but didn't really know that that meant. He was worried, though, so he took a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could. "Mommy! Daddy! Aunt Fuu, Uncle Naruto, Uncle Hiei, Aunt Akari, Uncle Trunks, Uncle Youko, Aunt Hikaru!!!!!! Come quick!"

By the time Hiei, who had been sent to check out what was going on, arrived, Tamao was unconscious, and Shigeki was kneeling on the ground, clutching his head. He had though he heard laughter when Tamao fell, laughter that chilled him to the bone. It had continued since then, but getting weaker every passing second. Suddenly a low voice hissed "This wont rid you of me... Not by a long shot..."

Hikaru reached the stairs after she decided to follow Hiei, a shreik escaping her lips when she saw tamao and Shigeki; snapping the young boy out of his thoughts and bringing everyone to the top of the stairs in seconds. The next few minutes were chaos. Trunks pused everyone out of his way and ran to his girlfriend's side. Kurama rushed over to his son and hugged him tightly, followed quickly by Umi, who threw her arms aruond the both of them, putting her son's hair and trying to calm him down. "Shi-kun......"

In all the confusion, Fuu, always the cool-headed one, called an ambulance for the still-unconsious tamao.

Later, they were gathered around a hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up. The doctor had said it was minor damage to her, but there was a good chance her baby would die. Trunks, near tears had ordered them to leave the baby alone for the time being, in case this worked itself out. Everyone was more relaxed now, Trunks being the exception. He was pacing back and forth, forth and back, with an angry expression on his face, before he stopped directly in front of the others, arms crossed and eyes blazing. "I don't want anyone EVER mentioning this again...."

Kurama nodded, and Hiei tilted his head in silent agreement, while Youko and the girls all murmured their assention. Suddenly, all eyes turned to Shigeki, who cringed slightly.

"Well?" trunks demanded, eliciting only a whimper from Shigeki, who was hearing the laughter again.

Umi picked up her son and rocked him gently. "Shi-kun? What do you say? C'mon, baby...." She smiled at him.

"I won't tell nobody....." Shigeki finally agreed

A few days later, the group was STILL at the hospital, and Tamao seemed to be getting worse. She had woken up once, and spoke weakly, telling them not to hurt her son, under any circumstances. They had hesitantly agreed. Now she was unconsious again, and nearing a coma. They all feared the worst.

Shigeki was still hearing the laughter, as well as some quiet mumbling he could quite understand, and he still hadn't told anyone about it.

A week later, Tamao was in a coma, and nearly dead. The doctor finally decided it was time to get rid of the child, and give her a chance to live. He'd never seen anything like it, but he said that the weaker Tamao got, the stronger her child got. Almost like he was sapping her strength....

Exactly like he was sapping her strength.

No matter how much Trunks argued with the doctor, he had his mind made up. In the end, Trunks gave in, and let him do what he wanted. The procedure was done quickly, and tamao woke up an hour later, returning home the next day, but refused to leave her bed, choosing to sit and sob day after day...

Shigeki had nightmares for most of his life of the moment when Terry was finally killed, the crazed yelling that was going on in his mind, to frantic to be understood. And the last word, calm and clear, and followed by silence.

"Resurgam......"

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The Prophecy of resurgam is © Sara Douglass, and is literally translated to 'I will rise again'. Terry reminded me of Asterion, the user of that prophecy, so I had to stick that in. I have no idea why I wrote this this way, but.... whatever. Yell at me if you hate it. Glomp me if you like it. Or not. I have the next 3 chapters written, so.... 3 reviews will get you another chappie