Here it is folks. The last chapter. keep up the work with reviewing, I know it's done but I might be compelled to write a sequel, or revise or something.. plus it's always nice to get feedback on how well people thought you ended the story. oh and congrats me! first multichapter fic I actually finished! yay. Sequel..? maybe...
"TSUZUKI!"
Out in the living room the chocolate haired man dropped the items he was in the middle of transporting to their proper place. He turned without hesitation running into the room he'd left Hisoka in. He burst through the door without mercy for the wall behind it, taking in all that was around the room before taking a spot at the boys side. He did not trust anything, he didn't like leaving the boy alone. Muraki could always come back. The boy was screaming, crying as he tossed. His hands were tangled in the sheets, knuckles white. "Hisoka! What's wrong.. Hisoka!"
A scream broke free from his lips as he let go of the sheet, Tsuzuki thought he heard a rip of the fabric, but past the thought off as he watch the boy clutch his stomach. "Tsuzuki...! It.. It hurts...!" Tears ran from the boys eyes. Tsuzuki had rarely seen the boy like this, and most rarely from physical pain. Hisoka was the type never to show his weakness in any form. It had to be bad.
He took the boys hand in his own. He could feel the tenseness, the shaking and pain filled muscle as Hisoka gripped it with near bone shatter strength. "Hisoka.. it's time?" The man asked. Hisoka gritted his teeth, nodding the best he could. He didn't know himself, but he couldn't find any other explanation. He wanted Watari, he wanted painkillers!
"It's alright Hisoka. Shh." Tsuzuki whispered, running his hand over Hisoka's hair. Tsuzuki's heart raced in his own chest, he knew Hisoka must not have been in much better of a condition. He lifted the boy gently into his arms, trying to get the younger shinigami into the most comfortable position he could offer. "We'll go get Watari, it'll all be alright" Tsuzuki cooed to the young man as he headed off. Hisoka was in pain, a lot of it. He could feel it inside his own body. He wanted Hisoka to feel better than that, he didn't want him in that pain.
Hisoka sat on the bed, screaming as the "contractions" came. Watari was desperately trying to prepare. None of them knew how it was going to work, though Watari had supposed it would be a C-section. He was still in pain though, lots of it. Sobs came between cried as he pressed his head back into the pillow on the bed.
"Watari. What's going on?" Tsuzuki hated leaving Hisoka's side in when the boy was in such dire need of him but he needed to see what Watari was planning.
"Because his body thinks it's a woman's, the baby's trying to come out the same way that it would if he was a woman. Obviously, his body only being part woman now, can't accommodate the.. necessities of childbirth." Watari assembled the knives and scalpels he would need, along with the necessities to stitch the boy back up. He could heal quick, being a shinigami, but the man would take no risks, at most, the stitches would only help him to heal faster. "That's why Bon's in so much pain. His body's trying to allow the baby out in a way it can't come out. He needs an operation quick or things could get dangerous for Hisoka." Watari looked up from having assembled his needed equipment to see Tsuzuki staring wide eyes, mouth agape at the utensils. "Tsuzuki...?"
The man had watched as each item was laid out. He couldn't believe he was going to have to trust anyone to cut into Hisoka's flesh, to cut Hisoka's baby from his belly. He just couldn't believe this moment had come.
"Tsuzuki.. maybe you should stay out of the room when I.."
Tsuzuki was snapped form his daze at that. He looked up at the blonde shinigami, staring at him, speechless for long moments. "I'm not leaving Hisoka's side, not for a moment."
Watari was taken back a bit. He wasn't surprised, he knew Tsuzuki would say something like that, but he worried for the man, and the boy. Tsuzuki was not in the best of conditions to help Hisoka along. He was scared, Watari could see it in his eyes. He was frightened that the procedure was going to kill Hisoka, that it would killed the baby, that the baby wouldn't be his. All the thing Hisoka would not be able to deal with if Tsuzuki was going to break down with in the delivery room. "Tsuzuki.. you're got to be strong.. for bon." Watari patted the mans shoulder, making eye contact with the boy. He needed to reassure the man. He prayed it had worked when the man nodded and he left to wash up. He'd wasted enough time, time was something they didn't have much of, and something not affordable to waste.
"Tsuzuki...?" Hisoka's voice shook as he called the man. His body shook as they poured the disinfectant on his stomach, trembling from head to toe, outstretching to his fingers until Tsuzuki took hold of one. They'd already given him a strong dosage of drugs to dull the pain. Watari had talked to him as well as he could in the haze between pain and the one the painkillers produced afterwards. He was told he'd still be able to feel the knife, but just a numb, running along his nerves, not really a form of pain. They told him the risks, and why they gave him the dosage they gave him. They were truly very scared of giving him too much.
"It's alright Hisoka. I'm here." Tsuzuki squeezed Hisoka's hand back, reassuring him of his presence. "I'll be here the entire time ok." Hisoka closed his eyes, squeezing the mans hand hard as he could get his fingers to claps around it.
"Hisoka, I'm going to start now. Don't worry, you remember what I told you right? You'll only feel it slightly if at all, kay." Watari picked up the scalpel, fully clothed like a real doctor and prepared. It would be his first time doing this, but he was certain what he was doing. Taking a look at Tsuzuki, knowing he couldn't see Hisoka, he knew he was heard, understood and allowed to continue. He began to cut through the layers of flesh and fat, bit by bit, careful with each inch he sliced through.
Things went mostly uneventful until Watari came to the wall of the "uterus" Cutting gently, even more carefully through the tissue here, careful due to the knowledge of what lay just beyond the tissue. It was then that he realized it, as he pulled the tissue away, hands nearly shaking with the concentration he poured out of him into this work, the danger of what had happened. "No!" The sound slipped from his lips, his body shaking
"Watari?" Tsuzuki asked urgently his body jolting forward a bit, wanting to see what had happened. Why Watari had acted so scared, so frightened. He needed to know!
"The cord's wrapped around it's neck!" Watari recovered with speed form his shock, forcing himself to think quickly. He pushed his hands in Hisoka's stomach tissue, trying his best not to cut, tear or damage any of the tissues around the area, but he wanted to get the cord off from around the small infants neck. He could see already that the baby had already been like this for a while. He didn't know how long the baby had been like this, but it didn't seem to be moving, or struggling at all. He shook as he wrapped his gloved hands around the child, cradling it's head in one hand as his other worked the body out, lifting the entire child right from Hisoka's body.
Tsuzuki caught a glimpse of the body as Watari pulled it from Hisoka's stomach and place it in the walled table He'd prepared for it before hand. The cord was still wrapped around it's neck, it's skin a faint blue color. He trembled, shaking from head to toe as tears began to sting his eyes. He shook so terribly, it was visible to any who would look in his direction, and Hisoka felt it from where he held Tsuzuki's hand. When he heard no cries after feeling the body pulled from him, he became worried.
"Tsuzuki..."
Watari clamped the cord after untying it from the child's neck cutting it the way it should be. The infant still didn't seem to move or take a breath. He lifted the child to his ear, listening for a heart beat, breathing, any sign of life. His eyes began burning with tears as he looked up from the infant to Tsuzuki, shaking his head.
Hisoka watched his amethyst eyed love, shaking himself more and more by the minute. The longer Tsuzuki didn't talk, the worse the situation got. "Tsuzuki... Tsuzuki?"
Tsuzuki released Hisoka's hand. He walked numbly towards Watari. He couldn't hear Hisoka call him, the shock not worn off. He watch Watari holding the infant form, blue from lack of oxygen. He reach out with shaking arms once he was close enough to Watari. He wanted to hold it, he want to know for himself that the baby was gone. Watari didn't put up a fight against it, allowing Tsuzuki to slip the baby from his arms. He examined the infant in his arms. A boy, a little son. He couldn't see his little eyes, closed in death, but he had a soft little mop of hair, wheat blonde just like it's parent. It looked just like his little Hisoka, just the spitting form of his Hisoka. "No.. no.. it can't... no..."
"Tsuzuki!"
Tsuzuki shook as he cradled the child in his arm, holding it with one and placing the other shaking hand over the child's chest. He rubbed the infants chest, right above his heart. He couldn't believe the baby was dead, he wouldn't believe it. With shaking hands he continued rubbing away with pressure at the child's heart ignoring as Watari tried to reach out for him, trying to stop him. This couldn't happen, not now, not now that he had him right here in his arms. He began to rub with more vigor, more desperate need.
"Tsuzuki!" Watari shouted at the man desperate to make him stop, if only for Hisoka's sake. It was at just that moment that there was a gasp taken and wide amethyst eyes opened wide as a high pitched wail rang through the room followed by fits of coughing and spitting as the infant drew breath. Watari gaped in amazement of the miracle that had just happened. The child had been gone since before he pulled it from Hisoka, he was certain of it. Sometime before the operation, amongst the fits of movement in trying to be born the cord must have gotten tangle around his neck and he literally just suffocated to death. Yet Tsuzuki, with no more than will and the most untechnological of uses had brought it back to life. It was nothing short of a miracle that made him quake in place as he listened to the screaming wails of the infant cry in the mans arms.
Tsuzuki let all his tears fall as he stood there, watching the infant boy kick and throw about his arms and legs as he cried. He watched the color, once drawn from his little chubby face come back to life again, return to it's red pink from birth. He had quite a set of lungs on him, he had to of gotten it from Hisoka, made for all the screaming Hisoka would teach him by calling him an idiot, among other names.
It was then that he heard, above the baby's cries, the one of Hisoka as he heard for the first time, the infants screams. That's what had been growing inside him, what had tortured him for so long, what had ultimately drew him closer to Tsuzuki. That's all that embodied all his emotions at the moment. That was it.
Tsuzuki wrapped the blanket in which Watari had wrapped the child in tighter about his tiny form. He was amazed at how small the little boy was, he could almost hold him in his palm! He chuckled, knowing the baby would take after Hisoka in stature, small all his life. He saw it only fit that the "mother" of the child was allowed to see his son. "Hisoka.. look..."
Tsuzuki held the infant eye level with him, allowing him to see his son for the first time. The child still was screaming, irritated by the outside world apparently. His eyes were screwed shut but on top of his little head was a tiny mop of hair that was unmistakably his. His wheat blonde that matched no one else's but his own. It was when he reach out to hold the child that the wailing cries subsided and the child calmed in his arms. After long moments of holding the child, shaking with the feeling of it all, to hold the life you've made, the child finally opened his eyes for the first time for the parent it had come from and looked at him with deep purple eyes.
He was trembling, the tears he fought back falling down his face. He turned quickly to Tsuzuki, who had a large smile plastered to his face. He'd seen, he knew. Purple, beautiful amethyst eyes! It was his, the baby was his and Tsuzuki's and no one else's! Only his and Tsuzuki's...
"Think of a name yet Hisoka... he's going to need one..."
"Keitaro..." Hisoka said watching his new son with wide, sparkling eyes full of pride.
"Blessed...?" Tsuzuki rolled the meaning of the name around in his mind.
"He was blessed... he would have died without you... I would have died without you... and we're blessed with him in return.." Hisoka turned to Tsuzuki looking at the man with a look in his eyes he'd not seen in a while. There was everything there, all Hisoka's bare emotions laid out for him on a platter. His love, his hate his fear. All of it. But all he knew was there was love, and that's all that matter. "Aishiteru..."
"I love you too.. Hisoka..."
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