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At about twenty-four weeks pregnant, Yuki's slightly swollen stomach had gotten to the point where it was just swollen. K and him had gone shopping for Maternity clothing, much to both of their excitement. ("Yuki, look! Flowers!")
He'd been all right before then, but soon his pants had felt a little too snug. It was later that night when he, K and Michael were all sleeping that he felt comfortable again. Until…
"K! Wake up!"
The American rolled onto his stomach, blinking over at Yuki. "Mmph... What?" He glanced at a clock and stared. "Yuki... it's three am... go to sleep..."
"Fuck no! The baby!" he said breathlessly. His eyes were wide and his smile had spread across his face. "It's kicking!"
K blinked again, trying to force himself awake. "Really?"
"Yes! Now give me your goddamn hand so you don't miss it!"
He offered Yuki the hand that wasn't covering a yawn.
Yuki moved his own hand and placed K's over his stomach where he could feel the little tapping. "Feel that?"
A small, tired but delighted smile crossed K's face. "Yeah..." He pushed himself onto his elbow, keeping his hand on Yuki's stomach.
Holding K's hand over his stomach, Yuki smiled. He could feel the little tap through the other man's fingers. "It's amazing…"
K rested his head on Yuki's shoulder, shutting his eyes as he concentrated on the taps he was feeling. He'd missed this with Michael... he wouldn't miss it with this child. He'd be a good father. Better then he'd been before.
Leaning his head over on top of K's head, Yuki felt a few tears leak out of his eyes. Sniffling a bit, he reached up with one hand to wipe them away. "I heard…that you can hear the baby's heartbeat after this long too."
Shifting slightly, K looked up at Yuki. "Yeah..." He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lover's chest.
"It's amazing…" Yuki repeated, staring at his own stomach in only slight disbelief. The little taps and the little beats of the unborn heart were proof that there was life growing there.
K pushed himself down, moving his and Yuki's hands to rest his ear on the other man's stomach. A small, rhythmic beat reached his ears, and his eyes widened a bit.
"Can you hear its heart?" Yuki asked, staring down at him.
"Yes..." He looked up at Yuki, smiling widely.
Smiling back, Yuki felt those few tears trickle down his face again.
K moved from Yuki's stomach, brushing his lips over the author's.
Meeting K's lips wholeheartedly, Yuki felt the tears vanish from his eyes.
Smiling slightly, K bit gently at Yuki's lower lip, tugging lightly on it.
It must have been more mood swings or his hormones were out of balance or something, but Yuki's hands dove around K's neck, pulling him closer.
K didn't bother taking the time to acknowledge his surprise, instead sliding a hand down to Yuki's waist, the other bracing his weight.
Arms locking K in place, Yuki swept a tongue across his lover's lips, begging for entrance.
His lips parted without thought, and K let Yuki deepen the kiss, allowing him dominance for the first time in their relationship.
Yuki eagerly explored K's mouth, yet slowly somehow. He stopped suddenly, a sigh escaping his throat.
"Why'd you stop?"
There was a moment of silence before it was broken by a loud snore.
K sighed, rolling over onto his back. I Figures. /I
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K let the car idle in the parking space instead of parking, glancing over at Yuki. Michael was in the backseat, yawning as he struggled to stay awake. "I'm going to drop Mikey off at school, meet with his teacher, then come back here, okay?"
Yuki smiled, reaching over to the door handle. "I'll be fine. I'm a big boy."
"Okay." K smiled back, watching Yuki climb from the car.
Yuki waved at the sleepy Michael, whom moved his hand a little in response. "I'll see you in a little while, K." he said, moving away from the car.
The car pulled away a moment later, disappearing into the sluggish traffic.
Yawning a bit, Yuki walked to the doors of the doctor's office. It was sure to be a quiet day. No car in the parking lot, except for one. Walking inside, he noted that no one was in the waiting room. That's weird…
Sitting down in one of the squishy purple chairs, he stared at Hamazaki's latest painting choice. Sunset on a beach.
A moment later, the door opened, and Hamazaki stepped out. His eyes were a little wide, and his skin seemed to shine a bit, but otherwise he looked normal, clipboard present and accounted for. "Ready for your checkup, Yuki-san?"
Nodding, Yuki stood up and walked toward the door. He noticed that Hamazaki seemed a little more twitchy than usual…
The door slammed shut behind them, and Hamazaki stared at Yuki, then pointedly behind him.
Blinking, Yuki turned around.
"Hello, dove." Sakura stood, holding a small gun comfortably pointed at his stomach as if she'd been born with it in her hand.
Yuki's eyes widened. "Sa…Sakura?" he said, staring at the gun pointing directly at his baby.
She smiled calmly. "You remembered my name... Score one for you."
"Sakura, this is crazy, let Yuki-san go-" Sakura swung around, staring at Hamazaki. "You can't tell me what to do anymore. As of right now, I'm not longer your secretary, and I don't need you anymore. I hope you enjoyed your time today..." She took aim, firing without a flinch. Her eyes grew cold as she watched the doctor slump and fall against the wall, gasping for breath.
Golden eyes darted between the gun and the dying man lying by the wall. He had no fucking clue what to do. "What do you want?" he asked, staring at her.
"I want you to look at me like you look at him." Sakura turned back to him, holding the gun steady. "It's not that hard... just a simple look..."
"What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch?" He didn't know quite why he was swearing at a woman holding a gun that pointed directly at him. An old reflex renewed, he supposed hurriedly.
"Your lover." She glared at him, "The American man with the nice hair."
Shit. Shit shit shit. He was going to go with a nice John Lennon-style finish. Killed by an overzealous fan. "What the hell? You'd kill me for a look?"
"For a look like the ones you give him? Yes."
Yuki frowned. "You're going to let me go if I look at you like I do to him? What about Hamazaki? He didn't have anything to do with it!"
Sakura scowled, "Hamazaki was a loose end. I can't have loose ends dangling around." Her expression immediately changed, "And yes. I'll let you go, if you can give me the same look."
Yuki stared at her still. This bitch is fucking crazy. But the thought of never seeing K or Michael again made his insides knot up… Gulping, he took a shaky step forward, keeping his eyes fixed on hers.
She had to look up as he came closer, but she didn't seem to care. Her grip on the gun never faltered, and her aim stayed fixed at his stomach. She wasn't going to let months of planning go, just because he was coming closer...
Stopping just a foot or so away from the gun, he relaxed as best he could. Thinking of K and his goofy smile and how every morning he wore a pink apron to make breakfast… When he did his little teasing dramatic swoons when Yuki would walk into the room. ("You're glowing!")
A smile lit up his face, eyes still closed. He wasn't quite sure why he was smiling in such a situation, but he just did. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked up at Sakura, an expression full of love in his eyes.
Sakura nearly melted, staring up into Yuki's face. That look... she'd dreamed of it being pointed at her... For her only... "Kiss me." The words escaped her before she could think, and she watched as his expression changed.
"Do it." Her voice was more demanding then before, and her eyes narrowed.
Closing his eyes, Yuki thought of K again. After opening them once more, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Hoping to god that this was all she wanted, he started leaning back, away from her mouth.
Her arm snaked up and wrapped around his neck, keeping him down at her height. "Does he ever do this to you? Demand everything of you until you can't do anything else?"
"No…He's gentle…" he stared into her eyes, "We're in lo-"
"No!" She shoved him away from her with more force then her body should have held, pushing him hard against the wall. "You don't love him! You can't!" She took two steps forward, pressing the gun hard against his stomach. "You. Do. Not. Love. Him."
He lurched forward as the gun pushed into the unborn child resting in his stomach. Fuck no! Not my baby! Yuki was silent, waiting for whatever would happen next. He was scared out of his fucking mind and didn't know what he was going to do…K!
He screamed the name in his mind, wishing that his lover would appear in the doorway at any time now...
Sakura pressed the barrel harder into Yuki's stomach, glaring up at him. "Tell me you don't love him."
"No! No…I…" He did love K. But he didn't want to lose their baby…"I…I don't love him…" he whispered, a tear escaping one of his eyes. It was a combined hate for the sentence that had just come from his mouth and the pain of the gun in his stomach.
The pain eased a bit as she lessened the pressure. "Good. Come with me, or your precious little child won't see its first day."
He wanted to kill her. For threatening his life, his baby's…and making him renounce his love for K…If she hadn't been threatening the life of his baby…he would have wrung her fucking neck. "Fine…"
She stepped back, gesturing for him to walk down the hall.
He walked solemnly down the hall, wondering what the fuck she could be up to now.
Sakura followed after him, giving him no direction until he reached the exit. "Open the door."
Taking the door handle, he pushed it open into the morning sunlight.
She stepped closer, the gun poking into his lower back. "Do you see that car? The black one, under the tree."
"Yes…" he said unsteadily, realizing where she was going with this.
"Go there."
Walking robotically toward the car, he made sure not to go to fast and to go straight there. Just in case she all of a sudden decided that he was trying to escape…
Digging in her pockets, she came back out with a small black control. Hitting a button, the car unlocked with a beep. "Open the passenger side door, dove."
Mind racing, Yuki stepped forward a bit and opened the door.
Sakura waited until he was seated in the car before she lowered the gun, moving around to the driver side door.
Mechanically moving his arms to buckle his seat belt, his brain was trying to figure out exactly what the hell this girl was going to do. Force him to marry her or some crap like that? Kill him and drink his blood?
Watching her walk around the car from the corner of his eye, he thought back to the times when he'd talked to her after his appointments. That first visit, he'd flirted with her only to get the attention for his appointment…
She climbed into the car, starting it. Her eyes widened slightly as they focused on the approaching figure. "Shit."
K's eyes narrowed as he took another step towards the car. He could've sworn he'd seen Yuki and Sakura… but why would they be together? He frowned, listening to the roar of the engine.
It hit him like a ton of bricks in the face, and he had his gun in his hand before he remembered moving. He stopped, gun held and aimed. If he fired, he could hit Yuki…
The shot that rang out wasn't from his gun, and it was followed by the crash of glass being kicked out of something. He threw himself to the ground in hopes that the shot would fly over him, and he listened in shock as Sakura's voice began.
"You aren't going to shoot us, you know. Eiri Yuki belongs to me now, and if you threaten that, your child and your lover are going to play the lead role in the evening news… An unfortunate accident, of course. Who would think that the great novelist would crash? So you'll be a good boy and go home now, and wait for the news."
Inwardly, Yuki cursed. Most of all, he didn't want K or the baby to get hurt…
Clenching his eyes shut, he yelled, "K, I don't love you! You and Michael stay away from me! I don't love you anymore!"
"No…" K stared down at the hot asphalt, eyes blurring. He forced himself up onto one knee, bracing the arm that held his gun on his knee. He couldn't believe that. Sakura had to have a gun or something… he knew Eiri loved him. He had too…
His mind numbed, and he used his knee to aim. If he couldn't stop them, he could at least slow them down… He fired, the bullet digging into the back tire of the car.
Sakura didn't seem to care, peeling rubber as she pulled out of the parking lot.
Sitting completely still, except for when he rolled lifelessly when Sakura made a wild turn, he had his face covered by his hands. Quietly sobbing into them, he let his mind blank.
For K's and Michael's safety…he'd had to do it. Who knew what this crazy bitch would do to them? He could never let anything happen to them…
Glancing up for a second, he saw K sitting on the ground in the parking lot. Tears ran down his face as he whispered just under his breath, I I do love you… /I
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K watched as the car lagged into traffic, slowly pushing himself up. He couldn't go after them yet… There had to be some kind of sign, some struggle…
He stumbled into the empty doctor's office, rather surprised he was upright. He felt like he'd been shot… He probably should've been on the ground. Opening the door that led to the back room, Hamazaki's body stared blankly up at him.
There had to have been some struggle, then… You didn't shoot a hostage for no reason.
That thought in mind, he clung to the small hope that Yuki still loved him as he ran for his car.
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"What are you going to do now?"
That question that had been on Yuki's mind since they'd gotten into the car. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up at her, careful to mask his glare. He didn't want to take any chances.
"Me?" She glanced at him, the hint of a crazed smile at her lips. "I'd be more concerned with what you're going to do, dove. After all, a bird with clipped wings can't fly."
Yuki's eyes widened at her words, his mouth opening slowly. He had no way to reply to that without calling her a fucking crazy bitch. And that would result in him or the baby getting hurt…
They drove in silence, car bumping every so often as the flat tire weighed them down.
Staring outside the car, Yuki watched as buildings and people passed by. The passing people had no idea what was happening in that car, lost in their own worlds. Sighing quietly, he shifted a bit when they turned at stoplight.
Sakura stopped the car outside of a rather plain building. "We're here."
Glancing up at the decrepit building, Yuki wondered if K was going to try to save him. He could tell with a single look that Sakura would not even flinch at the thought of killing K or Michael…
"Here where? Home sweet home?"
"Only for a little while, dove." She picked up the gun, which she'd set aside for driving purposes, and turned in her seat to look at him. "Be good and get out of the car."
Opening the door open slowly, Yuki climbed out of the car. Standing upright, he glanced around him. He had no idea where they were, since he had never been in this part of town before.
The driver side door shut with a loud bang and Sakura walked around the car, gun held and pointed again. Clearly anybody in who saw the pair either knew better then to interfere, or were as ruthless, if not worse. "To the door, Eiri."
Yuki hated this. He hated this stupid, fanatic girl. Walking toward the door, he made a guess and opened it without her telling him. At a glance around them, he could see that there were many people who could have helped him. But no, they were all caught up in their own problems to care, or perhaps were just afraid…
"Up the stairs, dove."
He took each step one at a time. Trying to ignore the pains in his legs and back, he breathed slowly and made his way up. Closing his eyes for a second, he thought back to the last time he'd gotten a terrible ache in his legs. K had given him the best damn massage ever.
The gun poked into his back as he paused for breath, then Sakura's voice, which was irritatingly calm. "Just one more flight, dove."
Yuki wanted to tell her to give him a fucking break, that he was pregnant…but before the words could jump out of his mouth, he realized that this would only make her angrier. Sighing, he walked the remaining steps to the top.
She guided him to an unmarked door with the gun, handing him a key ring with only one ring on it. "Open the door."
Doing so, he pushed the door open. He didn't know what it would look like inside. Black and dark, or pink and princessy?
Instead it was all him. Large, blown-up pictures of himself were tacked or stapled to the wall. Newspaper clippings of his books and such were pasted randomly around the pictures. A large bookshelf was filled with what he guessed would be his books.
The only things besides these were a couch, a bed and a television in the single room. One corner room was what Yuki guessed was a bathroom. He sure as hell hoped it was. He had to pee like all hell.
"Feel free to make yourself at home, Dove." She shut and locked the door behind them.
Staring at all of the pictures around him, he saw himself everywhere. Dozens, probably hundreds of pictures of him. There were some the size of a large poster, then ones that were tiny, the sizes of stamps.
He noticed a small row of photograph-sized ones that looked like they had been taken with a regular camera. What the fuck! Had she been following him? He hoped that they'd come from the Internet or something…
"Can I go to the bathroom?" he asked, trying to avoid the many pairs of golden eyes around him.
"Of course." She pointed him in the direction of the only door. "Don't take too long, or I'll have to check on you."
Walking slowly to the small bathroom, he opened it to reveal a sparsely decorated bathroom. Luckily, no pictures of himself. He hoped to god that there weren't any peepholes Sakura was using. Locking the door behind him, he turned and stood in front of the toilet.
Fumbling through his jacket pockets, he found his cell phone. He thanked whatever higher beings seemed to like him and searched for a familiar number. Shuichi…no…Damn K had changed his number after he claimed someone was listening in on him...Still searching, he found one that would work. I Tohma! Perfect! /I
Dialing the number quickly, he listened for Tohma to answer. Praying that his brother-in-law was at work, his teeth ground together as he waited.
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He sighed in relief as he heard the familiar voice. Hushing himself to a whisper, he answered, "Tohma, it's me! I've been kidnapped by some crazy bitch!"
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"No joke. She's holding me in some apartment in Shinjuku, I think."
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"Fuck it, Tohma. I'll tell you later. Call K and tell him what I told you. And tell him I love him, okay?"
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Hanging up at the sound of footsteps outside the door, he quickly went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet. Washing his hands and then quickly drying them off, he opened the door.
TBC
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Anndy's Unbearable Rant:
Yep. It's been awhile, but that's okay, because here's the chapter! Rather dramatic, isn't it? Hmm... Oh well! I don't really feel like ranting... Except my head hurts like hell because suqua tackled me today. . That hurt, you know! Bad, bad suqua! I've had the headache from hell all day because of you! And my arm hurts, but that's from archery! Anyway...
Suqua: I didn't tackle you! It was the ultimate glomp of love! That headache is proof that I, Suqua, your WONDERFUL fiance (don't ask) loooooooooooooooooovvvvveee yooooooouuuuu!
Kel-chan: THAT HURT, YOU BUTT! . " And you're not my freaking fiance (don't ask) until you wear the fucking ring!
Suqua: o.o goes to find ring
HOPE YOU ENJOYED! grin