It would have been a normal day in the Ohtori household. Yoshio getting ready for work as maids and butlers and guards hustled around. Then there was Kyoya. The poor teen was hunched over the porcelain toilet as he emptied out everything in his stomach. Sweat beat down his forehead and his skin was paler than normal. He thought everything was okay and then he began to dry heave. Why was he sick? He couldn't recall eating anything out of the ordinary or doing anything. The only thing different was he and Tamaki hadn't had sex for a month and he didn't think twice of it.

"Master Kyoya?" A maid's voice called, knocking gently on his door. He opened his mouth but another wave of nausea rolled over him and he was coughing again. He heard the maid rush off. He was shaking and coughing. His body was sore and he was cramping. He did NOT want to go to school. He heard the door open and tried to look up but began dry heaving into the toilet again. He felt a strange and firm arm wrap around his shoulders and a stern hand rub his back in soothing patterns. Yet it was all gentle. The arm left for a moment and returned after the sound of the faucet running. A cool rag dabbed at his forehead and Kyoya collapsed into the arms.

"Kyoya. You are forbidden to go to school today." That was Yoshio Ohtori's voice. His Father was taking gentle care of him. "But-" He cut himself off and just leaned into the man. Kyoya never showed weakness and Yoshio barely ever showed affection. But Yoshio was the Father; Kyoya's only parent left after Leiko, his Mother, left. Why did Yoshio marry a woman who's name meant 'Arrogance'? It was arranged. Little did he know, his wife, who he did not like, verbally abused his daughter and third son, around the time Kyoya was 5. That got her kicked from the country. Yoshio came from his thoughts. "You're going to come into my office at 12:30. My private office." Yoshio helped the teen up and settled him into his plush bed. Kyoya was out before his head hit the blue sheets.

His room was gray and blue; bland compared to Tamaki's. Yoshio bit his lip and left the room. Before he did, he checked Kyoya's pill jar. Kyoya took these pills for medical reasons. Protection basically. Kyoya had 35 pills more than he should. The teen took one at the beginning of the day and at the end... Kyoya missed 17 and a half days! This wasn't good. At all. Yoshio left the room and ordered Tachibana to take care of Kyoya. He left the house and was taken to his office. He prayed his prediction was wrong...


Kyoya woke up at twelve, feeling much better. He still felt like shit but he would love. He showered and dressed casually. He shrugged on a black jacket and slipped on converse all-star hi-tops. Tachibana handed him a bottle of water and some toast. The guard was driving him today. They arrived at the office and Kyoya walked inside. "Kyoya. I'm going to run some basic tests. Would you please change into a gown?" Yoshio watched the boy carefully as Kyoya removed his gown from the rack and went into the bathroom. Kyoya came out and he was guided onto the examination table.

Yoshio put the stethoscope against Kyoya chest and back, looking in his ears, eyes and nose to make sure he wasn't sick, listening to his breathing. He ran other tests, reluctantly; blood tests, X-Rays, everything. He finally gulped. "Kyoya. How many times have you not taken your pill?" He asked, sounding gentle for once in his life. "I dunno." Kyoya muttered. It was a lie. And they both knew it. "Kyoya." Yoshio sighed. "Seventeen and a half days." Kyoya admitted. Yoshio got up and grabbed a cup. "I'm gonna need a urine sample." He gave the cup to his son, who nodded and left. Yoshio felt like he knew what was going on...

~~~~~~A few hours later~~~~~~

"Kyoya, wake up." Kyoya stirred from where he was sleeping on a bed. Yoshio bit his lip. "When is the last time you had unprotected sex?" He asked, rather bluntly. Kyoya sat up and sputtered. "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm still very much a virgin." Yoshio shook his head. "Kyoya, I was a teenage boy once to. Plus, I know what you and Tamaki do. Tell the truth."

"Around a month ago."

"When did you cease taking your pills?"

"Just after that."

"Kyoya. There is a very strict, yet strange reason why you take those pills. I think I know why you were ill this morning."

"What is it, Father?"

"Kyoya, when you were born. The doctors found something... Interesting. Despite having all of the anatomy and being flat chested, it seems you have another gene in your pool. Kyoya, you seem to have the female reproductive system as well as the male." Kyoya paled. "Wait- So I have two types of reproductive systems in my body?"

"Primarily, yes. You have your male system, but instead of ejaculating with sperm, you seem to have the female parts for that."

"But- You mentioned my chest."

"I did scans Kyoya. It seems you also have breasts."

"But I'm flat chested!" Kyoya didn't want this to be real.

"Kyoya, as a scientist and a doctor I want to run many many tests on why this works. But my responsibility as your father comes first. I cannot and will not let anyone, even myself." Kyoya had never seen this side of his father. He always saw the harsh, cold side. The only time he saw this side is when he and his family sat in the sitting room during winter and Yoshio would unknowingly pet his head. "That means- I'm pregnant. I- I- Oh my god. And Tamaki's the other Father." He realized. "Pull me out of school. Now. I can't go anymore." The father of the two males nodded. "Of course, but Kyoya, you will have to tell Tamaki." Kyoya nodded. "Okay. I'll tell him soon. I swear." Yoshio nodded and showed another moment of affection; he ruffled Kyoya's hair and sent him home. He felt sympathy for his younges and knew he was going to be gentell with him now. This is going to be tough...