Greetings all! This is the second edition of my first posted fic. Just for note, I'll probably take it down and upload it again every once in a while just so all the bugs can get out (like I've done once already (^^;). Enjoy!
(I don't own any of the characters in this story, except maybe one or two—I just write about'em)
Chapter 2
She sat up from her pallet, her stomach lurching again. Kayura climbed to her feet and hobbled over to a nearby pail, which she had recently started to keep. She knelt down and began to dry heave into it. Her gag reflex kicked in and she vomited. "Ughhhhhn." She huffed miserably as her stomach settled. For three days Kayura had been enduring this. "Was is something I ate?" She asked herself. But somehow Kayura didn't figure it bad sushi. Finishing, she went to wash her mouth and pail; bathed afterward, and dressed for the day in her normal non-battle garb. Leaving her room, she strolled down the corridor with no particular destination in mind. "Ugh, I'm so tired." Kayura sighed to herself. "I know; I'll get something to eat." Reaching the kitchen, she requested some mesu soup, then headed to a nearby garden to enjoy it.
The morning was warm with a light breeze. Birds were singing in the cherry trees and various small furry animals were happily scurrying about. It was perfect—except for the fact Kayura was about to hurl. She had eaten only half of her small bowl of soup, but in a minute it was about to be all over the soft green grass. "Oh god." She sighed in her bubbling nausea. A few seconds later, Kayura's breakfast was right where she predicted. "Ugh, what is wrong with me?" She moaned as she cradled her now aching head. "It's got to be food poisoning." Kayura confirmed at last. Feeling miserable, she returned to her chambers to lie down.
She woke up a few hours later to find the same nausea plaguing her. Immediately Kayura went to retrieve her pail. After emptying her stomach's contents, she sat wearily next to her pallet. "Maybe I should get someone to look at this." She though for a moment wondering who would be the best candidate for the role of physician. Kayura grimaced at the conclusion. "Badamon? Surly I can do better than that." However she decided to settle when another wave of nausea hit.
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"Badamon, Badamon where are you? Show yourself." Kayura called out into the empty room.
"Yes Lady Kayura? To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" Cooed Badamon, his words hissing as he appeared out of the dark.
"I am ill, and I think that food poisoning might be the cause. I would like for you to treat this if necessary.
"Lady Kayura, I am the High Priest of the Nether Spirits, not a doctor--"
"I don't care what you are," Kayura interrupted. " I just want you to do it because I know you can. Make a cure spell or something; I've been nauseated and vomiting for days now and I want it to end!"
"Very well." Badamon replied, his pale dead face devoid of emotion. He closed his eyes and hummed a few bars of some incantation. Two small blue flames appeared on either side of his head, then floated down to Kayura. They twirled about her from head to toe, then came back to rest next to Badamon. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "There is nothing I can do."
Kayura blinked then scowled. "What do you mean?"
"I cannot cure what is not afflicted. Good day Lady." With that, he vanished into the emptiness of the room.
"Hey! You come back here! What are you talking about!" She yelled into the air. "Ugh! How dare he!" Kayura huffed stamping her foot. She folded her arms and scowled more as she tried to figure why Badamon could do nothing. 'He said I wasn't sick, but I am! How can you not be sick if your tossing your cookies every time you…wake up in the… morning…' Kayura's inner voice trailed off. Her stomach turned again, only this time not from nausea. "No…" she whispered to the darkness. "No--no." She repeated again as she spun on her heals to leave. Kayura all but ran back to her bedroom. She flew through the sliding door and slammed it shut behind her, still holding onto it as she stared intensely at the floor. "It can't be." She whispered again as she slowly stepped into the middle of the room. "No, it can't be. I won't believe it!" Kayura refuted, her eyes wide with disbelief, shock and anger. Suddenly she willed away her kimono and replaced it with Mortal World street clothes—some jeans and a red long-sleeved turtle neck with black boots.
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It was early spring in the Mortal World; a cool breeze blew through the crowded streets. Kayura looked around almost franticly trying to find anything discredit the horrible notion she prayed wasn't true. Finally she stopped at the corner of a busy intersection. 'Calm down Kayura, you're not going to get anywhere if you're all panicky.' She told herself. After taking a deep breath, she turned to a person standing on her right—a woman in a long black trench coat…a pregnant woman. "Excuse me miss, but do you know where the nearest medical facility is?"
"Yeah sure, it's down the block on the right, the Greatsfield Medical Center. Is there something the matter?" Kayura looked at the woman—her distress must have been apparent. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Would you like some help? I could walk you there if you like, I'm in no hurry." The woman said, her face full of concern.
Kayura still continued to look stunned. "Yeah, I think I will take you there, come on honey." Said the woman as she ushered Kayura down the sidewalk. "What's you're name?" She asked.
"K-Kayura."
"Well Kayura, I'm Trisha. Now, are you sick, do you feel sick?"
"Uh, I uh, have been feeling sick in the morning, and I didn't know why until…"
"Until? What?"
"I was uh, in my room, I had just thrown up—I'm not sick but…"
"Have you missed your period?" Her period? In over 400 years she never even had a period! Kayura just gave Trisha a dazed look.
"Ah, I see." Trisha said slowing them both to a stop. "Have you been throwing up every time you wake up?" Kayura nodded. "Have you been throwing up after eating only a little?" She nodded again. "Have you been getting plenty of rest but you still feel tired all day?" Kayura nodded a third time—she didn't like the conclusion this line of questioning was drawing to.
"It sounds to me like you might be pregnant." Trisha said at last—saying the one thing Kayura didn't want to hear.
"No, no, it can't be—I haven't done anything."
"Well I'm sure, but you still may be pregnant. Look, instead of going to Greatsfield, why don't we go to the pregnancy resource center? It's just a little passed the hospital—they'll give you a free test, and there'll be lots of information for you."
Trisha walked with Kayura to the center, mostly in silence. When they reached the door, Trisha stopped her. "Now, do you think you're gunna be ok, or would you like me to come with you?"
"I think I can manage."
"You sure?"
"Yes, thank you."
With that, Trisha nodded curtly, then walked away. After the woman had rounded the corner, Kayura faced the door, suddenly scared to death. She entered the building and walked to the front desk where she was greeted by a young woman in scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck. "Hey, how can I help you?"
Kayura blushed a little. "Do you have a…p-pregnancy tester?"
"Sure!" The woman said cheerily as she rummaged behind the counter for one. "The instructions for use are in the box, the bathroom is down the hall if you wanna take the test here."
"Thank you, but I think I'll just use it at home."
"Sure, no prob. If you come up positive, you know where to find us. Good luck!"
Kayura smiled weakly at the woman then turned to leave.
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Back on her pallet, Kayura found herself staring intently at the white plastic object. The instructions said that a negative sign would appear in the little box if she weren't pregnant, but somehow she knew that possibility was highly unlikely. Several minutes passed, and a symbol was beginning to appear in the box. It only took a second for the symbol to come into full view…
And all Kayura could do was stare. She wanted to scream. She wanted to race through the castle howling at the top of her lungs then collapse in a heap and die—but all she did was stare.
"It wasn't a dream…" She finally breathed, tears flooding her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. "It wasn't a dream."
Kayura soon found herself pacing the room franticly. "This is not happening to me, this is not happening to me!" She fussed as she went. Flopping down onto her bed, she quickly ran her 'dream' through her mind. If it had been real—then yes, it would make sense that she would be pregnant. "What am I gunna do?" Kayura asked herself. "If master Talpa found out, who knows what he'll do? And if those four bastards knew, it'd be all over, Badamon too! Dear god! How am I gunna hide this? Oh, no one can know, its as simple as that—but how?" Kayura questioned herself as her mind raced. After a while she put her head in her hands. That wasn't the only part of it. There was still the stipulation of the circumstances surrounding the conception. What scared Kayura the most was the possibility of the child not even being human; if she had remembered correctly, her assailant certainly was not.
Unimaginable fears shot through Kayura as all the horrible possibilities flashed before her eyes. She began to cry again. All she wanted now were answers she knew she wouldn't get, and the only person that could possibly tell her anything was one that she might not ever see again. Taking a deep breath however, she tried to think clearly. The man that apparently abducted her had mentioned things she now figured vitally important.
"Ugh! What did he say!" Kayura growled as she gripped her head forcing herself to remember. "Something, something about my destiny. That I was to be the womb of a new era…damn it, what does that mean?!" She sighed heavily in frustration. "Maybe I should tell master Talpa about this, anything could happen." Another fear gripped her. "No, no I shouldn't. I'll probably be punished for it—I don't think I'll be able to take that; and its not like I can just disappear for nine months. …I need help." But that was something she wasn't going to get. After returning to some degree of peace, how ever fragile, she figured that this was a challenge she had to meet by herself. She was a warrior after all, she could suck it up—she'd have to.
AN: Yeah, yeah I know it moves kinda slow—but it'll pick up—promise!