By the way…a lot of Zaibach people are alive in this story…as you read on that should be a "no shit" comment. This chapter's not as complete and long as I wanted it to be originally. But I noticed the hits and I thought it might be a little cruel of me to hide this chapter for a few more months. ¾ of it has been done for 4 or so months now…but I needed to finish that ¼. What made me finish it? "Anti-christ" by The Retrosic. So, read and enjoy.

rave264: Thanks, emotions definitely are an important part of this story.

dancegoddess: Is Hitomi pregnant? Read this chapter and maybe it might answer that question.

Possession

BAd BEhaviors I

"Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs can cause birth defects and we wouldn't want that for your baby now would we?"

"WHAT!" All the color in Hitomi's face drained.

"Miss Kanzaki, it's quite obvious that you display the early symptoms of pregnancy like fatigue, morning sickness, consistent urination--have you felt any tenderness in your breasts lately?"

"No…" mumbled the girl.

"Well, you should soon, but that's to be as expected. I'm surprised you haven't moved into the heavier aspects of pregnancy yet." Dr. Kayou then was silent on her side of the line with a bright, fake smile still plastered on her face. She normally had her front desk girls call her patients, but she thought this to be a special occasion which meant she needed to obey etiquette, "Congratulations, Ms. Kanzaki!"

Hitomi's throat had decided to stop working and her mind reeled high on adrenaline. Her wide green eyes burned through the ground she stared at. She soon found her gaze resting on her pudgy belly.

"Ms. Kanzaki?"

The teenager blinked a few times and replied with a muffled whimper that sounded like a 'yes'.

"You weren't answering me. I was scared you had gone into shock! What's wrong Ms. Kanzaki? You were fully aware of the results of sexual intercourse, weren't you?"

"But I'm…I'm a virgin!"

"Do you know precisely what a virgin is, Ms. Kanzaki?"

"Yes!" Tears welled up over ivy orbs.

The red headed doctor shuffled through her desk papers, preparing herself to be the doctor that she was involved in a patient's rape or anything else of the sort. Her face was stern as she scanned over the sheets, making sure if she needed to make any legal claims before submitting the documents over to the girl. "Hitomi?" she called out sweetly, holding the forms in her hand with a red pen resting in her palm.

Hitomi barely answered with a soft, dismal moan.

"Now," Dr. Kayou's voice became very serious and stern like her face, "do you take any drugs or engage yourself in 'orgies' or attend 'raves'?"

"No, no, no!" Hitomi said in a heart breaking tone. "I don't do things like that! I'm a good girl! I would never allow myself….." her words trailed off.

His eyes opened and the two fires burned through her.

"Do you suddenly remember when this happened?"

"Yes." The blond said solemnly, saying that word to move on so she could figure out what she needed to do next.

"Ok, I'm going to suggest you see Mr. Joseph, he's an OB/GYN doctor." The woman continued as Hitomi wrote down the information on a small notepad always kept next to the phone. They said their farewells and hung up.

Keys jingled in the apartment door knob causing Hitomi to practically scream as her mother came through the door slightly tired with a grocery bag weighing down her left arm. "Hello Hitomi dear, were you just on the phone with Yukari again?" Mrs. Kanzaki headed towards the kitchen to put away their packets of ramen and food.

"Yes." Hitomi lied softly, her back turned from the kitchen. She tore off the page attached to the notebook, wincing with every loud rip.

"Writing down plans for an outing?" she said.

"Yes, mother." She folded the paper into her front pocket and placed the pencil back on the table.

"I got a bonus today so I went and bought some sushi for us. Isn't that great, Hitomi? Having the three of us eating some nice, real food?"

She placed her fingers on the cover of the notebook. Four of us, Hitomi corrected mentally as a few tears slipped down onto the phone stand, staining the pages before the cover could shelter the note paper.

Machinery and air vents clinked mechanically in unison, serving as the only noise in a darkened, semi-domed shaped room. The shadowed, chilly room lined with ripped and faded red tapestry suddenly came to life when a blinding light lit up an enormous cracked television screen that encompassed a wall. The bright view silhouetted a bowing man clad in an onyx, violet-trimmed cloak that touched the bottom of the black floor, visually meshing with the darkness of the broken tiles. A blurred image began to take shape and dots of color on the screen matched up to one another. The crackle of auditory transmissions began.

"How's the experiment faring, Folken?" A digital voice buzzed with the accompanying visual screen of an old man's face.

"Perfectly, Lord Dornkirk, the Wing Goddess has had her memories and dreams exchanged. She also carries his child."

"Excellent Folken, we will need this child to continue our reign. This child must carry on Zaibach's greater good!"

"And what of Fanelia's king," Folken asked boldly, "Should we commence the plans?"

"Yes. Soon, very soon, all of Gaea will unite!" the old man yelled out with vigor, the transmission stopping a fraction of a second later.

The scene fell into darkness again, leaving the lone soul standing still while adjusting light maroon eyes to the shadows of Zaibach's mechanical hell. Surrounded by obsolete and damaged equipment, Folken allowed his pale lips to form a smile. Perfectly.

"What's wrong Hitomi? I bought you your favorite." Asked Mrs. Kanzaki, her voice fringed with concern.

Hitomi continued to poke at her sushi with her chopsticks.

Mamoru glanced up after practically inhaling his ration of food. His brown eyes lingered on her food in a longing manner. She pushed her small plate towards him without looking up. "Thanks, sis!" the boy smiled and lifted a piece to his lips. He caught his mother's warning gaze before her could put the parcel into his mouth. With a stifled sigh, he placed the food back down.

"Why aren't you hungry? You've been sleeping all day, you need to eat, sweetie." The woman picked up the plate and put it back under Hitomi's nose. "Eat it." She commanded gently.

Green eyes glanced at the sushi and hesitantly her hands guided the chopsticks to it. She selected a random morsel and ate it with both of her family members watching.

"I'm sorry I called you a pig, you're not fat." Mamoru said after thinking about yesterday's spat.

"So that's what this is about?" laughed their mother. "Hitomi dear, your fine, just exercise a little. Get out of the house for once. If you were back in school you could run on the track team like you used to."

"No, mother, I am fat." Hitomi said and stuffed another piece of sushi quickly in her mouth, then pressed her lips together. For some reason, she felt an open mouth would betray her and utter her new discovery.

Mamoru leaned over in his chair to glance at Hitomi's stomach, "Yeah mom, she kind of is."

Hitomi put down her utensils and glared at Mamoru. Quickly she swallowed her chewed mouth full of food. "You just told me I wasn't a pig!"

"I said that to make you feel better, but now that you're admitting it…"

"No! Can you not make up your mind? First, you call me a pig, then you say I'm not, then you say I am…which is it?" Hitomi's voice was becoming shriller.

"Both of you need to calm down." Their mother said in a threatening tone.

"What? You can't honestly take her side mom! She's being such a moody bitch!" yelled back Mamoru.

Mrs. Kanzaki's eyes went up in shock, "Care to repeat that, Mamoru?"

The boy huffed and looked the other way, "Can I excuse myself?" he asked staring heatedly at the ground.

"No you cannot."

"Screw it!" Mamoru slide his chair back and started pacing to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" his mother stood up from her seat.

He rolled his eyes and slammed the door loudly to their apartment as he left.

"Mother, can I go lie down please?" asked Hitomi quietly as she cradled her head in her hands.

"Yes." The woman sat down as her daughter moved to her shared room. When the door shut behind her, it was Mrs. Kanzaki's turn to cradle her face in her hands. A few tears sprang loose. Everything's falling apart. Why does it have to be so messed up?

The telephone rang, interrupting her weeping. "Hello, Kanzaki residence." she answered, hiding any traces of her tear-stained face in her voice.

"Hi, is Hitomi home? I tried calling earlier, but no one picked up."

"Yukari, it's nice to hear from you again. She was probably sleeping, which is what she's doing now. She's been a little under the weather as of lately."

"Oh, well, can I come over and cheer her up later today?"

"Perhaps tomorrow would be better." suggested the woman as she glanced over at their messy apartment and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror.

"Ok, may I bring a friend, Ms. Kanzaki?"

"Of course, I'm sure that'll make her happy. Let me give you our directions…" After explaining the location of the building they said their good byes and hung up.

I hope Yukari can get Hitomi to go outside. That would be nice. The woman smiled and cleared the table. She loaded their dishwasher and sat back down at the table with a pack of tissues, pulling out a manila enveloped parcel. For a brief second her eyebrows furrowed together, didn't Hitomi already talk to Yukari today? She looked across the hall at the shut door, wondering who she was speaking with earlier. Mrs. Kanzaki debated whether she should ask now or later. She chose the latter as she pulled out the residing forms, the divorce papers, from the envelope.