Chapter 5: Protection
Oowada spit out his coffee. "You didn't wear a condom?!" he yelled at me. That's not what I expected to hear from him, this early in the morning. I shrugged as I mumbled, hoping to god I could think of a good answer to that. "Listen, I'm the head of a biker gang. I live on the edge, man. But unless I want to make some babies, I will never, I REPEAT, NEEEEVER HAVE SEX WITHOUT A CONDOM!" he continued to yell. As much as I didn't like the yelling, the man had a point. I had been overcome with lust so much that I had forgotten to prevent this. I don't normally feel bad about misfortune I put upon others, that's the job of the female Chihiro. This was different, though. I had fucked up here, and I had fucked up badly. I had good reason to feel bad about it. But maybe I was just stressing myself out too much and there's nothing to worry about here, just a warning for future reference. Yeah, that's what it'll be.
"Oowada-kun, I think you're taking this way worse than even Saionji will, even worse than I did when I realized. If something drastic happens, you won't be responsible for it." I finally mustered out. Why would he have any reason to think he'd be responsible for the child? Or does he also have a little bit of the empathy that I seem to he developing? Oowada began to breathe deeply, calming down. I had metaphorically slapped some sense it to him, thank god. "You're probably right. But I just worry for my friends, you know?" he said. I never thought I'd hear him say those things, but he had a point. I guess it was good to feel actual empathy, something I haven't done in years, if ever. I told him not to worry about anything and he left. But he wasn't the only person I was going to ask about it. I need a second take before I ask Saionji about it. And who better to ask than what some could consider to be my child?
"Alter Ego, did you notice how I haven't had to wipe the screen off for two days?" I asked the computer. "Yes, it's a miracle! How do you manage to keep away your masculine antics?" she said rather enthusiastically. I couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or sincere. "Well, I fucked Hiyoko Saionji and I didn't wear a condom. Also some prostitutes, but that wasn't normal sex. What are the odds that I knocked her up?" I asked her, as blunt as possible. Alter Ego thought about this for a few seconds, the way she often did. "Thankfully, it's not too likely. I did some quick data checking, there's a very little chance of it actually happening." she said, showing me a graph of the likelihood of pregnancy actually happening. The graph claimed that there was only about a twenty to twenty five percent chance of it, thank god. "Good, but that's a bit too high for my comfort zone. This is concerning me deeply and in ways neither of us understand." I told her. "It's okay, master! If you just believe nothing bad will happen, nothing will! Trust me on this!" the bot responded. I don't remember programming her to act like this, but I didn't have an issue with it at all. "Thanks for getting my spirits up. Now let's end that streak of me not wiping off the screen. Put on the best new porn you can find." I asked her. She rolled her eyes but still obeyed, just the way it ought to be.
I was rather happy when I walked to class that day. It didn't matter that class was useless and a complete soul crusher, I was motivated by Alter Ego once again. Most of this happiness quickly ended when I felt a hand on my shoulder. God dammit, it's Nagito Komaeda. "Hey, Fujisaki-san. How have you been since we last spoke?" he asked, a big smile on his face. He clearly wasn't acknowledging Oowada's threats. "Fine, I guess..." I told him. I didn't expect to bust out the girl act this early in the day, but I had no problem with it. "Well, isn't that just swell! I myself am having a wonderful day so far, and I hope yours ends up to be just as wonderful!" he continued. He was acting more suspicious than he usually did. "What do you want from me?" I asked as calmly as I could. "Well, hehe, I had something for you, but I don't remember what it was. Just my luck, am I right? Hehe!" he said. He began to search through his pockets, before a photograph came out of one. He picked it up. "Oh, this is mine." the white haired fuck said, showing me the photo. It was exactly what I had expected. He had retrieved the image of me covered in paper towel. I tried to swipe it from him, but he put the photo in his pants. Only the dirtiest of perverts would put their hands in there. He walked past me and waved. "Good talk!" he yelled down the hallway. Fuck.
This was unfortunate, but I didn't let it bother me. I was still in a weirdly positive mood. Class went by and I didn't even feel bored. I knew I was probably never going to use any of the 'knowledge' given out in class, but I didn't even care. Yesterday was great because I got sex, and today would be just as good. Hell yeah! At lunchtime, I sat by Saionji as I often did. It took me a bit to actually say it to her, but eventually after a lot of hesitation, I let it out. "Do you have a problem with the fact that I didn't use protection?" She laughed at me, about the last response I was expecting. "Why would I ever want a piece of rubber inside of me? That's fucking gross, you know that? If it would have bothered me, I would have told you." she said. She didn't even mention the fact that I may cause her to give birth. We talked for a bit about how we'd gladly do it again, but just as I began to calm down, Nagito Fucking Komaeda kicked open the doors of the cafeteria and walked over to me with the photo. "You see this, bitch?" he told me weirdly loudly, but not yelling it. "There you are, covered in paper towel, running down the halls at a late time! Of course it was real! Is there something you would like to tell us, missy?" he continued as he pointed to the paper. He then showed it off to the rest of the cafeteria. I blushed as I simply put my head on the table, unable to look. I didn't understand why Komaeda was doing to me. Maybe there was a solid reason, but I didn't know or care what.
"Wait just a fuckin minute there. Do you see something wrong with this image? Because I do." I hear Saionji say. She snatches the photo. "Look down here, in the crotch region. What is that? Is that a bulge I see? Hmmmmm." she says, pointing at the image. "So either this implies that Fujisaki-san has a penis or this is a photoshop of a man and you gave him Chihiro's head. The former is completely impossible, but the latter makes sense. No offense, but Chihiro has a sincere lack of tits! It makes perfect sense! You bastard, Komaeda!" she continued. An interesting take that I doubt will raise suspicion. The benefit of lacking tits, everyone. Komaeda attempted to explain himself and failed spectacularly, complete fucking gibberish. How he knew about the picture yet not my secret surprised me, but I didn't care. Me and Saionji yelled at him for a while, and Oowada joined in later. It ended with the three of us beating the fuck out of him.
Later that night, I was in Saionji's room again. We both lied in her bed together, both of us without clothes on. "Are you completely sure that you don't want me to wear a condom?" I asked her again. "Yeah, I love children." Saionji said. She laughed, but I was still somewhat concerned. "Don't worry about it, it's not likely. We had a great time last night, remember?" she asked. I stumbled on my words before she abruptly grabbed my penis and gave me a handjob. All possible doubt turned into ecstasy as we once again had sex. This time it was much less rough, which made it a bit more pleasurable. But afterwards I was still concerned. I know her requests will cause trouble. But if it's what she wanted, then I don't care.
Author's Note: I've been debating whether to put in DRV3 characters in the story because I recently finished that. It probably wouldn't make sense but I don't know. Let me know in reviews or DMs or something if that's a good idea.