The pair of eyes that glared at him demanded his full attention but, he couldn't decide which one to give it to.
Both bodies turned to him and called to him. "Misaki." Their tones were tense with an edge of impatience and for some reason that angered him. They were fucking playing a game of tug of war with him, while his entire life just went to shit.
"What the hell are you guys fighting about?" He questioned angrily while trying to get Rikio's grip off him. The grip only tightened and for a moment he thought the other would throw him over his shoulder like he constantly did in these types of situations. "Let go you bastard, I'm not going to try fight." He demanded through clenched teeth.
"I wouldn't expect you could when you can't even keep yourself upright. Also why the hell are you wearing a Blue's jacket?" Rikio countered.
"Fuck off." Was the weak insult the skateboarder growled.
Rikio didn't have time to say anything else since Izumo entered the scene. He took a moment to observe the two tense bodies still in defensive stances.
Standing next to Anna he peered to her and asked. "Anna, why don't you want Yata to leave with Fushimi?"
The child didn't reply but her eyes hardened. She glanced at the third in command and in a disapproving tone she admitted. "He wants to take Misaki to a hospital. Away from us."
"A hospital?" Rikio repeated in alarm while Izumo repeated in a questioning tone. Yata's eyes were wide and his thoughts were frantic. What the hell was Saru thinking of taking him to a hospital. He was fucking pregnant and this motherfucker wanted to take him to a hospital.
"Not a public hospital." Saru angrily defended.
"Then where?" Izumo asked impatiently.
Anna supplied the answer before Saru could. "Blues'."
That answer caused uproar from the three men.
"And what is so great about the blues' medical base?"
"Why does he need a hospital?"
"You stay out of this."
Yata wanted to join with his own exclamation but it was like his brain disconnect with the rest of his body. He stood there in shock as the news sunk in.
Saru wanted to take him to the blues' base. He was blinded to everything surrounding him as a feeling of dread and being trapped consumed him.
It was only until a hand grabbed his arm that he finally snapped back to reality.
"And that is why I'm taking him to a hospital with the most prestigious doctors. Now let him go."
Doctors. Doctors that can help him. On a hospital out of the public eye. That would work. Though he would have to visit the blues hospital maybe twice a month, it would be worth it to keep this situation safe.
"It's fine." He heard himself say. One hand reluctantly let go while one's grip stayed firm.
Rikio looked down at him with wide eyes. "So you are sick."
"Me wearing this fucking jacket should have been your first hint dumbass."
"Well, what's wrong with you?" Rikio asked hesitantly.
"I got-I have a...Some shit happened and I need to go see some doctors …."
"The less people know the better." Saru cut in.
"Sorry Rikio but Fushimi is right. Yata, you are in a strange and dangerous situation and that must be taken carefully. If this got leaked out even accidentally, some people might see this situation as an abomination and will try to hurt you."
"I wouldn't tell. I would never hurt Yata." Rikio said in a hurt tone. But he understood that whatever was going on was serious. "It's fine Yata, as long as you're safe that's all that matters."
But it wasn't fine, Rikio was his partner. He saved his ass a couple times and he had his back since the beginning of Homra. Rikio would never betray him or his trust.
So despite the warnings Saru and Kusangi-san told him, he wanted Rikio to know. So while looking everywhere but the man in the jump suit, he said in a rushed tone. "I ran into a strain. She has the ability to grant desires and she granted one of mine. So now I'm fucking preg..." His throat closed on him and he was unable to finish his sentence. But he had said enough of the cursed word for Rikio to understand.
He took off his sunglasses to look at his former partner. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was saddened. But his eyes were not filled with pity.
And Yata was thankful for that.
Before either could say anything else, Saru pulled at him. "The doctors should already be waiting, so we need to go."
"You will keep in touch with us when you can." Izumo declared to the third in command. His eyes were hard and his body language dared for the other to refute his demand. Saru scoffed but did not argue with the demand.
The only person who was not agreeing to this plan was currently in front of the door. Face void of emotions but body stiff, she dared the two to get pass her. "He's staying here."
"It is rude for children to butt in situations that do not concern them."
Izumo shot the Blue a warning look before walking to the child and whispering to her. "It's for the best Anna. Come on now, in the end this is the best option. Yata gets worked up easily so he needs doctors to settle him down." Izumo tried to make light of the situation but Anna ignored him. She did though walk to the vanguard and told him. "We will visit you."
"Yeah that sounds good." Yata agreed. He needed to see some familiar faces if he was going between his apartment and a fucking hospital for the next several months.
"We're going to visit him." She said this time to Saru, and just like the bartender, her eyes dared the other to challenge.
"Fine, but we're already running late. We have to leave. Now. " Saru said impatiently. A heavy scowl was on his face and annoyance was written all over his face and body language. Guiding Yata to the door, he opened it and looked to see if the car was still in the spot he got out of.
"I'll see you guys later?" Yata couldn't help but ask hesitantly.
"Of course." Rikio replied while Anna and Izumo nodded in agreement. Before Yata could say anything else, he followed Saru as he left the building in a huff of annoyance.
"Remember it's for the best." Izumo muttered while grabbing a much needed cigarette.
Anna glanced at the bartender and shook her head sadly. "Yata has to live in a hospital owned by the man who killed Mikoto-san." Her little hands balled into fists and in a small voice she declared. "He can't be trusted."
~K~
Yata was led to a car that was parked in the corner of the street. He noted how there was a driver, but thankfully there was a tinted window that divided the driver from the passengers. When Saru opened the door, his feet became like lead. He didn't want to enter the car. He didn't want to go to the hospital.
When the skateboarder remained still, Saru sighed and grabbed the other. Rubbing the other's back while gently as possible manhandling him to get into the car. When they were finally in the car, he guided the other to lie down until he was happy when his Misaki finally settled. He lay on his side with his head on his thighs.
He could tell just by what little resistance the other gave, that he was truly exhausted. Gently massaging the other's back he was starting to get worried over how tense the skateboarder was. The car ride was filled with silence until it was finally broken by the vanguard's weak voice. "What if I can't carry the baby? What if I end up hurting the baby?"
"Don't be an idiot. Last time I checked you weren't a doctor. Don't be thinking stupid theories when you have no knowledge." He refuted the nonsense the other was uttering.
Surprisingly the other didn't reply or insult the other. This reaction secretly worried Saru, and he wanted to tell the driver to hurry up. The faster they got to the base, the quicker the doctors could look and help his Misaki.
The drive once again was filled with silence. But this time because Misaki had fallen asleep. Seeing him asleep allowed Saru to see how run down Misaki had gotten over the weeks. Dark bags under his eyes, loss of weight, paleness, and just a general sense of low energy, made him realize he should have brought Misaki to a doctor sooner.
The drive was long and he was thankful that Misaki slept through most of it. He was sure that the long drive would have bothered and made him at unease. The medical base for Scepter 4 was only miles away from the main building and was hidden from the public eye.
When the car finally pulled to the hospital, Saru sighed in relief. Looking down at his Misaki, he studied him and realized that he was missing his beanie and headphones. He was secretly thankful that in their rush, the other forgot his headphones and beanie back at his apartment. They would just be in the way for the doctors. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind of events. But thankfully the situation would be handled and his Misaki would be safe.
Gently shaking the smaller figure, he was thankful for his fast reactions when Misaki shot up forward and almost head-butted him.
When Yata finally became awake he pushed himself upright and blushed when he realized how he slept on Saru's thighs. "Get your hands off me, you idiot." Standing himself upright he quickly got out of the car and inspected the series of buildings in front of him. The color blue was accented in the color scheme of the buildings and just looking at them had his stomach turning.
A hand came down onto his shoulder and gently pushed him towards the large entrance double doors. He noted how grand it looked but all he wanted to do was punch the driver, steal the keys, and drive back home.
He reluctantly let Saru guide him through the endless halls until they finally stopped at a solid black door. His foot back stepped a fraction of a second, but he continued forward.
The door they just entered, opened to a whole new section of the building. A hallway with four doors on each side was to his left side while the room they just entered seemed to be a sitting room.
The sounds of shuffling paper caught his attention, and he quickly turned to where the sound came from. He was startled to see a man and an older woman sitting on separate couches. They had a pile of papers in their laps that they were now sorting and putting away.
The woman who was wearing a buttoned long white coat and brown hair pulled up in a bun, got up and walked towards him, a smile on her face and eyes ablaze despite being behind glasses.
He unhappily noted how both doctors towered over him in height. The woman was the same height as Saru, while the other doctor was a head taller than Saru.
She bowed and introduced herself and her colleague. "It is a pleasure to meet you Yata. I am Dr. Mika and that is Dr. Roeche." The man on the couch said nothing but continued to look through the papers in his lap. He was bald on the top of his head, but had some hair on the sides of his head. He too donned glasses but his were sharp, just like his eyes which seemed to judge everything they saw. Instead of wearing a buttoned up white coat his was open which revealed a three piece suit.
Dr. Mika continued, her smile never faltering, "We are both the best obstetrics this country can offer and you may pick either one of us, you would like to look over you for the next several months. This is a very serious decision but let it be known that Dr. Roeche and I were picked for this case for a reason. We are both determined to ensure the stability of yours and the fetus' health. "
Yata glanced at Saru and saw that he seemed happy with this and he too liked this greeting. He was still nervous as hell but these people seemed to know their shit.
"First things first. I would like to do a blood test. Hopefully there are some hormones present that could tell us if you pregnant. If the results show us if you are or not pregnant we will still continue with a physical exam. Any information we can obtain about this powerful strain is vital."
Before he could say a word, he was being guided to the couch and a needle was in his arm. He watched in fascination as his blood filled the tube with the red liquid. When the tube could not fill anymore she quickly pulled out the needle and applied pressure on the puncture wound.
Saru's hand quickly took over and applied pressure while she went off with the tube of his blood.
It all went so fast that he was a little alarmed when her face was suddenly in front of his with a wide smile. "Congratulations you are pregnant." She exclaimed. "There were hormones that were present in your blood. Oh this is just ecstatic news!"
Though the woman was going fucking crazy, it felt like someone punched Yata in the throat. He knew that he was pregnant but for it to be confirmed by a doctor. His breathing hitched but he suffocated all the emotions that were drowning him. Gulping and taking a deep breath, he returned back to reality in time to hear Saru.
"So what now?" Saru was asking.
"First off, I think we should start with a general physical. Dr. Roeche and I will do separate exams and will ask questions about your health and other subjects that we need answers for. From that you can decide which doctor you would prefer."
The older man stood and finally spoke, his voice commanding. "I will go first. First off I would like you to stay out of the room." He pointed to Saru and the third in command was seconds away from pulling out his saber from the words.
Yata however intervened. "Calm the fuck down, it's just a general exam." Yata hissed. He wanted this shit to be done as quickly as possible. He was tired, mentally exhausted and he wanted to go back to his apartment where he could curl up in his sheets and sleep.
Saru looked like he wanted to argue but called him over, so she could go over a few things with him. He quickly used this distraction to follow the other doctor to the room.
It was a standard room with an examination table on the far side of the room. Boxes of gloves and sanitary shit filled the room with an awful smell.
Wanting to get this shit over with, he jumped on the table and waited for the doctor to start. He watched as the doctor pulled out a tape recorder and spoke to it. "Patient shows signs of weight loss, sleep deprivation, energy loss, and paleness." He paused in his recording to look him up and down. His eyes stopped at his chest and seemed to be staring at his Homra sign. "Also have signs of self-harm."
"I don't harm myself, you idiot." He snapped but the other paid no mind to him except to add. "And aggression."
"Stop that!"
The man didn't reply but instead walked over to the sink where he washed his hands and donned on a pair of gloves. "How has your appetite been over the past coupled weeks?"
"I've been throwing up for the past couple weeks so food hasn't been to fucking appealing for me." Yata commented dryly.
"And you went to the doctors I presume." The doctor waited for an answer, his eyes peering down at him and scrutinizing him.
"Uh well no-" The man sighed and ordered in an annoyed tone. "Lay back down, I'm going to see the damage that has been done to your body." The motherfucker pressed his hand against his chest but Yata stayed strong against it and stayed sitting.
"I didn't damage my body, and get your hands off me." He snapped.
"I am the best obstetric in this country. I am a very busy man; I don't have time for a brat to be prudish. Now do you want the fetus to have a chance at survival or do you want to continue acting like a brat?"
The question stopped any comments or insults that Yata had, and he wordlessly lay back on the table. The rest of the examination was conducted in awkward silence well, from Yata's perspective. The doctor's hands were cold and left him feeling more like an experiment. Every time he asked a question, Yata felt like he was being judged when he was answered.
"Has your body been in contact with drugs of the past weeks? Prescribed or illegal?"
"Heroin." Was the whispered reply.
"Have you indulged this over the past-
"No! I've been clean for four months." His voice was strong and rang with the truth.
"The toxins may still be residing in your body and can still have the chance to harm the fetus." The doctor commented more to himself.
"How big is that chance?" Yata asked. Guilt was overcoming him and if something happened because of his two months of stupidity, he would never forgive himself.
"I won't find out until further along the pregnancy. That is if you want to continue this disturbing pregnancy." The doctor seethed out.
And that was the final straw. Sitting up and pushing himself off the table he turned to the doctor and spat out angrily. "Fuck you!"
"Actually the one who seemed to be 'fucked' is the pregnant man that was on my examination table, and is currently wasting my time."
Yata felt his blood boil and his hands twitched to grab something large and heavy to throw at the fucking asshole in front of him.
Before his hands could find such an object, Dr. Mika knocked on the door and stepped inside. Dr. Roeche your time is up."
The doctor didn't acknowledge the other doctor and simply packed his things. He left the room without a word and without a backwards glance.
entered the room and was followed by Saru. The third in command took one look at him and was immediately in front of him. He held the other's face in his hands and peered down at him.
"You alright?" The other asked him. His tone was stiff and Yata didn't have to look to know Saru's hand was resting on his saber. But he didn't want anything to slow today down. He just wanted this day to end already. "It's fine. Just a dumb fucking prick." He whispered back since he didn't want to curse in front of the female in the room.
Sighing he returned back to the exam table and laid himself down. Saru stood by the end and they stood in silence until the doctor washed her hands and placed gloves on.
Unlike the first fucking doctor, her touch didn't feel like they were picking him apart. While she felt certain parts of his stomach, she kept his mind busy by asking a series of questions. Again the same questions were asked, but this time the doctor asked further detail of his diet.
The aura of the room was completely different from the first doctor.
"How did you feel after your encounter with the strain? Any pain?"
"Uhh yeah, my stomach was hurting. It felt like my entire stomach was on fire."
"Anything else."
"I've been losing weight and I can't keep food down. And I've been tired lately."
"Have you been taking naps more?"
"Yeah."
"Alright don't worry about that that sounds perfectly normal. Now if there is any information that you feel is important to this pregnancy then please tell me at this time."
"I was on heroin four months back." He admitted quietly. Saru's hand rested on his head and the weight was appreciated. It grounded him to reality and made him not stray towards memories and regrets.
"How long were you on heroin."
"Two months. And I overdosed."
"Alright thank you for telling me, I cannot tell you if this will affect the pregnancy until later. But as far as a regular exam goes, you seem fine. Not exactly healthy, but you're not in danger. Now before we continue, I need you to pick which doctor you will like to oversee your pregnancy."
"You." Yata said without a moment's hesitation.
A smile lit on the woman's face and said in delight. "That is wonderful! I would like to continue with an ultrasound. But before I proceed I must ask if you are positive that you are going to continue this pregnancy. It will be risky but I promise that I will take every precaution to ensure this baby will born safe.
"Promises are nice." Saru scoffed.
"I cannot give any statistics or predictions of how this pregnancy will be without first seeing an ultrasound. But if there is a strong pull towards terminating the pregnancy then I will strongly advise to not go through with the ultrasound."
Saru looked like he was about to make a smartass comment, but Yata cut him off. "No. No we're going to continue with this pregnancy." Yata heard himself say. In the corner of his eyesight, he saw Saru's entire body shift to a more relaxed state.
Dr. Mika smiled and nodded while jotting down some notes. "I will prep the room and will see you two shortly."
~K~
Twenty minutes later found Yata lying on another examination table on his back. Dr. Mika was sitting on a stool and was sitting beside his stomach. She was starting a machine and talking to the two males in the room. "So with your symptoms you described and when they started, I believe you are 7 weeks. So as of now a pregnant woman would have a rudimentary version of a placenta and umbilical cord."
Yata's mind frantically tried to recall all his lessons in health science. The words were familiar and he was sure that cord thing was what you had to cut when the kid was born. But this fucking placenta shit he had no idea what the hell that was.
"Alright I'm going to need to put some gel on your torso, so please lift up your shirt." Turning around she gave what little privacy she could.
Though he thought of a few curse words and Saru shot a death glare at the back of doctor's head, he lifted up his white shirt and tank top.
He flinched when the cool gel made contact with his stomach. He felt Saru step closer to the table and both eyes were glued to the object in her hand.
"What's that?" He asked hesitantly while his eyes looked at every detail of the thing in her hand.
"This is a transducer. I place this on your stomach and the sound waves bounce off structures to produce an image you can view on a screen." She pointed to the screen on the monitor.
The room quieted down as the doctor moved the transducer around his stomach. The corners of her mouth were turned downwards as she seemed to look for something.
"Well then I guess that strain knew what she was doing. It looks like the placenta is firmly placed, huh it seems that strain improvised by placing it on the abdominal wall. And.…" Her eyes sparked when a certain sound came from the machine. "One moment...and...There you are!"
A new noise filled the room and all the occupants were silent.
"Oh fuck." His mouth hung open. And it felt like somebody pushed him into frozen water. His entire world shifted and he wasn't prepared for this.
Because this...The sound that filled the room was a heartbeat..
This was the sign of life. A life that was inside him and was growing.
Growing to be a person. A living breathing life was in him.
And for some reason that made his stomach drop and his body still. His throat tightened along with his chest and with wide fearful eyes he turned towards Saru.
The look of pure happiness on the other's face was a shot to the heart. Saru's eyes were glued to the screen and he was on the tip of his toes as if being closer was making the blurry image on the screen any clearer. An ear splitting smile was dominating his face and Yata realized why the other was happy.
Saru was finally going to have a family again. Being an orphan for so long, the reality of having a family justified the other's reaction.
But then why wasn't he reacting like Saru. Why does the sound of the heartbeat bring mind numbing fear instead of happiness?
Did this show that he wasn't meant to be a parent?
Do you even know if you're capable of carrying this…this thing that the strain gave you? Kusanigi-san's voice rang through his head and he wanted to curl into himself. What if his body wasn't able to carry this life. The strain was only a child. She shouldn't even know how babies are made!
His eyes began to burn and he feared that and he would cry in front of the other two. He stared at Saru's happiness and tried to smother the cold, twisted, and wrong feelings that were overcoming him.
Feeling the gaze on him, the third in command looked back and said in joy. "That's the sound of our child's heartbeat."
Instead of responding he turned towards the screen where a black and white image was portrayed.
Before Saru could say anything else Dr. Mika stepped in. " Well then first things first we need to get a thorough examination to ensure you're in good health."
"I thought we already did a physical?" Yata exclaimed.
"That was just to get an overview. Now that we know how this pregnancy is going we are going to have to go into an in depth examination. Also you will both need to fill these forms."
Saru took both thick piles without a word and leafed through it. When he spotted a certain page he removed his and also Yata's.
"We will not need these."
"Family History is important to finding any possible-
"Misaki and I do not have any family history we can provide."
The doctor picked up on the message and merely nodded while taking away the forms. She exited the room to prep the series of test that would follow.
"Here give me mine." Yata tried to grab the papers but Saru swatted his hand away. "No need, I can answer all of these."
"You fucking weirdo." He whispered to him.
"Be quiet. You're too loud."
"So what kind of tests do you think I have to do?"
"Do I look like a doctor?"
"Tch smartass."
Saru smirked at him and went back to filling out the documents.
Yata was secretly glad he didn't have waste time to fill those papers. He just hoped that the tests wouldn't be too time consuming.
He was fucking exhausted.
~K~
FOUR HOURS.
FOUR MOTHERFUCKING HOURS.
The series of tests that followed over the next four hours were the most uncomfortable annoying and invasion of privacy in his life.
The smells of latex gloves were now forever despised. Also the odd feel of them on his skin never failed to make him shy away from the glove donned hands.
But the hands would follow him and continue doing whatever they wanted from him. Or as they said what they needed from him.
His fingers held a white knuckles grip on the table he laid on. Though there was a poor attempt to make the medical table comfortable by adding cushion on it, the damn thing was never able to obtain warmth.
And this fucking paper sheet they called a medical gown didn't cover shit.
By the second hour he thought for sure he had no more blood the doctor could take for 'diagnosis' but the nurses claimed that he was nowhere near the danger levels of loss of blood.
So for two more hours he went through more tests that evaluated his balance, his reflects, his eyesight, and other shit he didn't know or care at this point. And they needed X-Rays for every fucking part of his body excluding his stomach.
So for four fucking hours he had to go through every test, without saying a word. And his face felt hot throughout the entire thing since the nurses had to constantly touch him or invade his privacy. And the worst thing about all this was that the entire medical staff was a girl. So he couldn't be fucking rude and yell out his objections or his complaints.
When the last blood sample was taken, and finally told him he was done, all he could manage was to ask for a bed. He wanted to throw a fit when the wheelchair came into the room but they finally coaxed him into being wheeled. They wouldn't allow him to walk cause of fear of him hurting himself which was stupid. He simply put his aching head into his hands and didn't look up until they stopped into a large room that was accommodated with a TV, a large bed with a smaller cot next to it, and a leather couch in the corners of the room.
When the wheelchair stopped near the bed, he quickly got up and into the bed. He heard the young nurse huff in annoyance but he buried himself in the blankets. He didn't like being rude to the women but he didn't want their help. His feet weren't fucking broken.
Before he could go to deep thought on how awful today was, sleep overcame him.
~K~
Having been done with his test within an hour, he had to meet up with the Captain to finish going through all the details. He was determined to give Misaki and his child the best that Scepter 4 could offer. Nothing was out of reach for the safety of his two most treasured loves.
All day his child's heartbeat echoed through his mind, and it was beautiful and strong and so perfect. A smile bloomed on his face and he to stop in the hallway to compose himself. He wanted to be sure that he instilled fear among the medical staff, and walking around with a dopey smile on his face was going to hurt this distribution of fear.
Once he was composed, he made his way to the room that he had personally demanded for. It was the largest on the base and was used for storing medical files. He had demanded for the room to be prepped to a comfortable living status. He wanted nothing but comfort and easiness for Misaki for the next eight months.
Walking inside the room, he froze when he saw that the other was already inside and asleep on the bed. Walking quietly he grabbed a chair and walked to the bedside.
From what the nurse told him, he had fallen asleep the moment he hit the bed.
He wished he could have been by his Misaki's side during the tests and examinations. He had purposely told the medical base that Misaki was to have only female nurses and medical team. Just the thought of another man touching his precious Misaki had his body shaking with rage.
But any emotions affiliated with anger vanished when he stepped closer to the bed. Lying on the bed sprawled on his back was his Misaki. His eyes were closed and his chest rose evenly.
He watched the other's breathing and his hands itched to touch his stomach. He knew he wouldn't be able to feel anything, but the fact that his child was in there. The smile came back full force and this time he allowed it to stay.
Combing his fingers through the other's hair he enjoyed the silence and being able to watch Misaki without interruption.
A half hour went by like this, until the skateboarder started stirring awake. Eyelids fluttering to reveal sleepy amber eyes, the eyes blinked and he watched as he slowly began to fully come awake.
Misaki looked up at him and groaned between cracked lips. "You weirdo."
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked while teasingly removing his hand.
"If you want me to bash your head with my bat." The other weakly threatened.
A chuckle left Saru's mouth and he continued to stare at his Misaki. Today's activities wore him out and though Saru loved Misaki talking only to him, he wanted the other to go back to sleep and rest. Also he loved watching him sleep.
Combing through the skateboarder's hair one last time he stopped when the other stretched. Mid stretching of bandaged arms Yata muttered. "How much longer are we going to stay here?"
"It would be best if you got used to this environment."
Yata's eyebrows furrowed and groaned in annoyance at the idea of future visits.
"So how many times do we have to visit the blues hospitals?"
Saru's eyebrows furrowed at the question. "We are staying at this one. And visits? I don't understand. "
"Yeah. Like how many times like in a month do we have to visit this shitty place?" Yata explained himself again at the obvious question.
Saru stood quiet for a moment as the misunderstanding became clear to him. He peered down at Yata and told him. "I thought it would be best for you and the baby if we stayed here. This room has been setup for you to ensure your comfort."
"Stay here?" Yata repeated.
"Yes."
"On the blue's base." Yata's voice began to slow down as his brain began to realize what had just been said.
"Well the building is on the base but-
Yata's eyes snapped from the bed to the third in command. He snapped forward in a sitting position so fast that Saru was by his side in a second. The other eyed him cautiously and his hands hovered in case the other tried to stand.
Wait-" his voice failed him and it took him a moment for it to return. "You don't mean that we're staying here?" He asked in panic.
The others silence was enough of an answer for him. He felt his stomach drop as his reality suddenly became darker. "I can't stay here, just today has made my skin crawl.
"I can buy you whatever you need so that you are comfortable here for the next seven months."
"You know why I won't stay here." Yata growled between clenched teeth.
"Because of your personal grudges against the captain." Saru's tone was becoming angry and a heavy frown was settling on his face.
The other didn't reply but Saru watched as his hand hovered over his upper chest where his Homra sign laid.
"I don't need to be here." Yata tried to argue but Saru's cold gaze met Yata's heated glare. "You are in a very fragile condition-"
A fist slammed on the bed and Yata spat at Saru in anger. "Don't call me fragile. I'm not a piece of fucking glass. I'm just-
"Carrying our child in a body that might not be able to suitably support it." Saru refuted and tried his best to keep his temper.
The reply made Yata go silent for a few moments. He now studied the room he stood in. "I can't stay here. This was supposed to be a weekly thing at most."
He felt his body shaking as anger consumed him. "Why didn't you tell me? I made myself look like an idiot all day!" His fingers gripped the scratchy bed sheet while his mind ran wild. 'I don't want to stay here. Not at this base. Not his...'
He couldn't continue because the third in command stood up and roared. "I didn't tell you because I thought you wouldn't react like this. I believed that you would put our child's health before your childish dislikes against the man who is currently providing all of this for us. "
"Don't fucking turn this situation. You should have told me from the beginning." Yata stormed. He grimaced and looked up to Saru. His eyes demanded to be met by the others. "You don't get to make decisions for us without fucking asking what I think about it.
"I thought the safety and health of our child would be unanimous." Saru whispered.
"Stop trying to fucking manipulates this. You don't keep me out of future decisions. I need to know what is going on and I don't like being left out on information no matter how shitty it is. " He rebutted. His hands were shaking as anger coursed through him. Today was too much, too soon. "I need to know shit. I don't like not knowing what is going on, especially if it affects us." His hands scrunched the bed sheets and his anger was boiling over.
Saru however saw all this and quickly reprimanded himself as the look of stress on his Misaki worried him greatly. "I'm sorry I did not include you. It won't happen again. I promise."
Silence filled the room as Yata started to calm down. His skin felt hot and his inwards were squirming as the idea of staying here was going to be a reality. But with constant care, the outcome of this pregnancy would be brighter.
Taking in a shuddering breath, he calmed himself. Saru watched him the entire time and when the other seemed to be calm, he asked with a hand on his knee. "So Misaki is fine with staying?
Though it felt like his tongue was made of lead and it made his blood run cold he muttered. "I will stay here."
A large smile spread on Saru's face. "You don't know how happy you have made me." Laying small kisses on his lips and forehead he smiled down at him. "I will get us some food."
Yata simply nodded and stared down at his hands. When the sound of the door closing filled the room, he laid himself down.
Turning to his side, he rested his hand on his still small stomach. He couldn't even imagine how over the months it would grow. In a matter of months there would be a life growing. But he had to live in the Blue's buildings throughout those months.
Curling into himself he bowed his head and hugged himself. He had to be strong. He could be strong for eight months. And though he was scared he would be strong. Despite not knowing what these next months would hold, he would face them.
He had to.
~K~
Let's just say I know how Yata feels when going in for a visit and then having to stay longer than expected.
Anyways I'm sorry for my long absence. I was in the hospital but I'm all better now, so YAY! I will try my best for updates to be better ! But for your long wait I give you an almost 7,000 chapter! Please take this long chapter as an apology and I really hoped you all enjoyed it.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, your reviews pumped me up so that the moment I exited the hospital I started this chapter.
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