Hold Me, Never Let Me Go

By: Hitokiri Musei

Rated: M

Summary: Shinta, a poor geisha with nothing to his name, is different from most men. He's been lucky, but Fate isn't always so kind. Now only the love of one man can save him, and keep him away from the villain that wishes to have him for his own. MPREG, KenSano, Enishi and an unwilling Kenshin.

Warnings and Disclaimer: This is a male pregnancy, and a yaoi fic. If you don't like it, please do not read it and rant to me. You have been warned. I suppose this is a sort of cross with Inuyasha, but not really. I don't own either, and enjoy.

Chapter 1

(Shinta)

Everything hurt. Why did I always manage to get the rough ones? My body ached, it hurt to sit down, and I was exhausted beyond belief. I tiredly removed my kimono, wincing as it stretched tired muscles. I idly examined dark bruises along my skinny hips and up my chest and neck, gritting my teeth as I touched the largest one in the center of my chest. This man always found it fun to beat me until I gasped for breath.

I sank down in the bathtub, breathing a sigh of relief as the hot water eased aches, if only for a time. I reached up, untying my long crimson hair from its untidy ponytail. I had put it up on my way out, as quickly as I could. It fell down around my shoulders, caked with sweat.

I rubbed the smeared makeup from my face, and then ducked underwater. When I came back up I felt slightly cleaner, and my hair hung limply around my face.

Because I was the only man in the place I usually bathed alone, but sometimes one of the other women lingered. They were friendly to me, and we got along well.

I had been captured young and raised as the only male geisha in this particular house. I could be hired out to either men or women, but it was mostly men. I was small and compact like a woman, and I couldn't get pregnant. At least, they thought I couldn't.

I am a hanyou. My father was a wolf youkai, my mother a human. The only signs of my heritage were my blood-red hair, my eyes, which were violet, yet sometimes gold, and I had fangs. My fangs were small, so no one really paid attention to them, and for that I was thankful.

Because of my demon heritage I could carry a child within my body. The only reason I knew was that when I was 15 I had been beaten by one of the men. I had been with child against my knowledge, and had lost the child. I was sick for 2 weeks, and during that time I had read about my symptoms, and realized the truth.

Now, only a year later, I was lucky. Nothing else had happened, and I thanked the Fates for that miracle.

I was startled from my thoughtful soak by the soft voice of one of the women. "Shinta! Kami, are you okay!"

I looked up. "Nani?" My voice was slurred, and it confused me.

It was Kaoru, one of my only good friends here. Her face was a picture of fear, and she kneeled by the tub. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Shinta!"

I looked at her, confused. "K-kaoru?" I felt shaky, unsteady even though I was sitting. 'What's wrong with me?'

She shook me. "Shinta! Look at me!"

My gaze fell to the water, and I blearily noted the water was pink. Kaoru's hand under my chin up and her worried blue eyes met mine. Her voice was fading out, and I struggled to understand her.

"Shinta! Shinta, stay with me!" Her voice faded into black.

(Kaoru)

When Shinta went limp in my arms I really got worried. I screamed for help, hauling on his thin body to keep him from slipping into the pink-tinged water. I ignored his nakedness; it was something that no longer mattered. Shinta had been with us for a long time, and there was no longer modesty between us.

A few of the other girls came running in, Sakura, Karei, and Kasumi. Karei gasped. "Shinta!"

Together the three of us pulled him from the water, drying his red hair and his bruised body. I winced at the damage to him. "They used him to hard again." Blood trickling down his inner thighs, which explained the pink water.

I helped Sakura pull a yukata on him, and then together we carried him to his sleeping room. He moaned slightly as we jostled him. I covered him with a light blanket. I smoothed his damp hair, and then sighed.

"This is the third time in two weeks…" Sakura murmured. She was the oldest of us, and she trained many of us to survive in this environment.

"He's got to have a new client." Kasumi murmured. She was fairly new at this.

I sneered. "Do not call them clients Kasumi. They don't deserve that title."

She looked down. "Gomen."

Sakura frowned. "There's been a new man coming for Shinta every week or so. Someone by the name of Enishi. He's a very tall man, and he's violent."

I nodded. "I remember him. He struck koneko." Most of the girls had different names than their own, pretty things that men liked.

Sakura nodded, frowning. "This is bad. Shinta is very quiet, this isn't good for him." She looked at me. "I want you to stay with him as often as possible Kaoru. He trusts you, so he might be alright if you watch out for him."

I nodded. "Hai Sakura."

Shinta groaned and suddenly fluttered open. He looked up at me. "Kaoru? What happened?"

I smiled gently. "You fainted Shinta. How are you feeling?"

He closed his eyes. "Dizzy."

The other girls snuck away as we spoke. "That's to be expected, you've lost quite a bit of blood. You'll be alright if you get some sleep." I said gently. "Rest, I'll take care of you."

He nodded slightly, and then relaxed into sleep. I sighed. A sound alerted me, and I looked up to see Sakura holding a replica of Shinta's bloodied kimono. She set it beside me. "He'll be alright Kaoru."

I smiled. "Arigatou Sakura."

(Shinta)

Enishi did not return for 2 more weeks, and for that I was grateful. I didn't get any more men or women; I got many breaks, any it gave my bruised body time to heal.

What really surprised me was the tall man that I saw hovering around. He had been with me the day before Enishi's visit. I had not gotten his name, but he had brown hair, spiked. He also had chocolate brown eyes and gentle hands. He had been very soft with me, with moist kisses and gentle touches. With him I had been willing, which never happened.

He was around a little, but he never came to me. It confused me slightly, but I paid it no mine.

My body healed well, but on the day 2 weeks after Enishi's visit I woke up gagging. I barely made it to the bathroom, retching and emptying my stomach of its meager contents.

I groaned when I was finished, wiping my mouth weakly. Another wave of nausea ran through me and I dry heaved for about a minute, my throat burning. 'Oh no…' I thought with horror.

I reached within my consciousness, touching on my demon nature. My already high senses accelerated as I released my constant hold on my aura, and I could feel every bruise and ailment on my body. And then I felt what I had been dreading; a tiny life growing within my body.

'Oh Kami…' I screamed inwardly, and the cry burst forth from my throat without my consent. "IIE!"

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