A/N: I finally finished this chapter! Honestly I'm so, so happy and relieved, you have no idea. lol Sadly enough though, this is the last chapter of my Hibari Kyoya one-shot and I hope that I've done it justice for all of you who liked this short series. Later on, when I have more time I might write a following chapter, but this is The official End of Alcohol. Ugh, I'm so sad, yet happy to finally see it finished. :S
Take care,
-SugarLandBabyGirl
Part Three
As soon as she slid the door open, Chastain was immediately greeted by a happy bark from her loyal furry companion. "Hey pup, I hope you've behaved yourself." She asked the playful canine who pawed gently at her leg wanting attention. She pat his head affectionately, running her fingers through his long silky fur. "I'm surprised Kyoya let you stay in the house while we were gone. Usually he's so difficult about those things." She murmured absentmindedly, her fingers entangling in the chain collar around his neck. The silver tag glimmered in the light reflecting the words: Blackjack.
She hummed quietly to herself and eased down onto the tatami mat floor, next to her dog. "I know we've talked about it… having a baby or maybe more than one, but, I can't help worrying." She spoke the words in a soft murmur, almost afraid to speak them too loudly for fear of someone overhearing. "I want children, with Kyoya… I'm ready to have them or even just one, if I'm able." She glanced down at imploring golden eyes and gave a sad smile. "I know you'll love me even if I can't have children." Her bottom lip trembled as the next words left her body in a shudder. "But will he feel the same?"
"So, so many times we've tried and always – nothing!" Blackjack whined at his master's frustration and licked her hand in comfort. Chastain continued on, finally releasing her withheld thoughts and feelings. "Sawada said something strange to me today. I know his hyper intuition is always correct, but if he is somehow wrong… then I don't want to get my hopes up… or disappoint Kyoya, again." She sniffed, not wanting to breakdown in a fit of tears. Kyoya didn't like it when she cried or lied about crying. She gave a halfhearted choke of a laugh, before burying her head into Blackjack's two-toned fur.
She stayed like that for several, long minutes her mind drifting back to what she and Kyoya had been doing before they were interrupted and of those innocent pregnancy tests and that envelope on the bathroom counter. They weren't able to see the results of the test she took or of the newest Doctor's report since the home-call from their Boss had been urgent, or so they thought. The thought of looking at either was daunting. How many visits to the Doctor's and at home pregnancy tests had she taken in the last couple years was overwhelming, almost desperate even.
Perhaps she was a bit desperate, but the Doctor's had tested both her and Kyoya and said that they were both healthy and should have no trouble conceiving. What a load of bullshit that had been. Apparently something was wrong with her, since she hadn't been able to get pregnant. 'Yet, you haven't been able to conceive yet.' A voice that sounded eerily familiar to her husband reminded her sternly. She smiled despite the fear and pain in her heart. Yes that's exactly what he would have told her, had he been able to hear her thoughts. He probably would have smacked her upside the head too, just for good measure.
She wondered if she should just go ahead and bite the bullet. What would one more letdown be to her? She'd been crushed by so many negative results already that she had even begun to expect it. If it wasn't positive then at least Kyoya wouldn't have to see her heart shatter, again. So many times he'd had to witness the optimistic light constantly fade from her eyes, until she was sure it wasn't even there anymore.
Building up her courage took a while, much longer than even she imagined. Perhaps she still held a tiny shard of hope, after all. As she pulled her ragged body to her feet she pat Blackjack's head twice. "If the tests are positive then I'll clean out my refrigerator and if the tests are negative then… we'll take a walk." She spoke her inner thoughts aloud, before entering the bathroom. She tentatively fingered the white envelope with her and Kyoya's names on it, constantly shifting her weight, as her eyes shifted between the paper and the plastic.
"HPT first," She decided randomly, snatching it up before her shaking hands could retreat. She glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and thanked every deity she knew that her husband couldn't see her now. She vaguely wondered if that expression was what he saw every time they had gone though this together. She closed her eyes and inhaled, holding her breath while her heart hammered violently against her ribcage. As she released her withheld breath she opened her eyes.
The off-white test in her hands shook, or rather her hands were trembling. Her eyes slowly turned apathetic when the result was unable to be determined. She had waited too long to look. She snapped the top back on and nonchalantly tossed it in the garbage, well aware that she had just thrown away her last at home pregnancy test and would have to buy some more at a later date. Once again she turned her gaze to the Doctor's report. She blinked. The move was lazy and hauntingly reminiscent of the person she had once been.
Chastain hadn't felt so isolated within herself and separate from the rest of the world in years. Not since she was a teenager. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if this last test was negative what little was left of her psyche would snap and before her brain even realized it, her hands had grabbed the envelope and begun to open it. The crisp white sheet of paper slipped out of the envelope and into her hands. With blank features she opened the folded paper and began to read the text. She took in each word at leisurely pace.
Reaching the last of the text she paused unsure if the words she had just read were actually there and began to re-read the whole paper over again. When she got to the same part of the paper she had first stopped on, the result was the same as before. Again she re-read the result, trying to see if it was going to change. When it didn't she marched out of the bathroom paper in hand. Her snatched up her cell phone off the table and quickly dialed the contact number at the top of the page, her features still impossibly blank.
She waited on tense legs as the line rang once, then twice before someone finally picked up. After the receptionist spoke her peace Chastain cut to the chase, her tone undeterminable. "This is Mrs. Hibari Chastain is Dr. Sato in?" There was a silent pause while receptionist checked. After a moment she got her answer. "Good, may I speak to him then?" Her question was more of a command, but it didn't appear to bother the cheery receptionist, a Ms. Suzuki Hitomi.
Chastain crossed her free arm over her middle, the paper in her hand now crushed in her fist while she waited for the Doctor to pick up. Curious golden eyes watched her every move carefully. Blackjack was unsure how to react to his suddenly emotionless master. "Yes, Dr. Sato, I just opened your report is it… are the results accurate?" Her voice hitched in the middle of her question, but other than that there was no change in her demeanor. She waited a moment in silence as the Doctor spoke. "I… see." She paused, her gaze and posture dropping.
After a moment her head snapped up, hearing the worrying tone of her doctor. "Yes, yes I am fine, thank you. I'll contact you for another appointment later." Chastain nearly collapsed onto the short traditional Japanese table, as the pone slipped out of her hand and onto the floor at her shoe clad feet. Unexpectedly she laughed, loudly her tone nearly hysterical. "Why the hell did that man marry me? He'd have a fit if he saw me walking around his house in my shoes and sitting on this stupid table."
She slid onto the floor, next to her confused companion, after her laughing fit was over. She sighed and raked her free hand through her hair a couple times, before she noticed the crinkled paper in her fist. She blinked and tried to smooth over the wrinkles as best she could before laying it on the ridiculously short table behind her. With both her hands free she crossed her hands on her bent knees and buried her head in the hold. Blackjack whined and yipped loudly next to ear, worried for his master.
Chastain murmured something the dog couldn't understand and sighed heavily, when he yipped again. "Hush now," She scolded him lightly and he immediately did so. She toed the cell phone with the tip of her right boot, being able to scarcely see it through a small opening in her legs. After a short contemplative silence, Chastain raised her head and turned to watch her perceptive companion. "I remember when I first got you," She started of softly with a smile and watery cerulean eyes.
"You were just a small ball of black fluff then, but still so adorable." Her smile brightened as tears began to trail down her face. "And I remember when Kyoya nearly took off Takeshi's head the first time you chewed up his favorite shoes." She laughed softly, letting the tears run free. Blackjack cocked his head to the side curiously, perking his ears forward. "Kyoya blamed him for giving you to me as a belated birthday gift, but he never raised a hand to you since I was 'too attached to that mutt to get rid of it' or so he claimed." She paused, her eyes glittering.
"But you know, I think he was just as attached to you as I was." She continued and Blackjack wagged his tail happily, his whole body wiggled from the force. "Love you," She whispered to the happy dog, not feeling at all awkward as the words left her lips. He might have been just a dog, but he deserved the same devotion and treatment a human would. "Woman, why are you wearing shoes in the house?" A stern voice asked out of the blue causing Chastain to jump and snap her head up. She quickly caught the sharp gaze of her husband whose frown instantly deepened when he saw the remnants of tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry, it slipped my mind." She apologized sincerely and slowly stood to her feet, before moving to the door to remove her boots. As she unlaced them the stealthy presence of her husband drew closer and she looked up when he stood in front of her. "What's wrong?" He more so commanded than asked. She paused, remembering she had been crying and glanced over at the abandoned cell phone and the crinkled paper. Kyoya followed her gaze almost immediately knowing what had happened while he was absent.
When his gaze returned to meet hers, his lips remained sealed but his eyes asked. She gave him a smile he couldn't decode before quickly dipping back down to finish unlacing her boots. Just as he was about to demand an answer from his wife, she suddenly spoke. "We'll have to schedule another appointment with Dr. Sato," She told him in an unusual tone he couldn't determine. "And after that, we should clean out my spare room and move the contents elsewhere." As she continued on with her random blather that he couldn't understand to meaning of, she finally got her shoes removed and side stepped him to move further into the room.
Hibari watched her unusual behavior with narrowed eyes, his posture stiffening as she carried on. "Then we can redecorate it accordingly." He watched as she bent over to pick up her phone before gently grabbing the paper off the table. With her back to him, he caught her gaze roaming over the paper before she turned back around to face him. "I like blue, but perhaps blue is a bit overused," She started musingly and then suddenly paused with a small smile on her lips. "So maybe we can use shades of purple, although dark is much more appealing."
"What are you getting at?" He asked when she finally stood in front of him, thoroughly confused by his wife. "This," She said softly handing the paper out to him. His gaze flickered between his smiling wife and the paper for a moment before finally understanding the reason behind her odd behavior. Chastain's smile widened when she noticed that he finally caught on. "We're going to have a baby," She whispered softly, the words barely registering, but the light in her eyes told him that she could barely contain her excitement and relief. "A baby, Kyoya, our baby. Dr. Sato confirmed it! I called him to make sure."
They stood there staring into each other's eyes for several moments, each silently conveying to the other what words couldn't. Unexpectedly, Hibari had to ground himself when his normally calm wife suddenly lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his middle, squeezing tightly, with the paper still clutched protectively in her hand. "Kyoya, we're having a baby," She repeated in awe and he felt warm tears wetting his suit, but only returned her embrace. His features softened when he heard her repeat those words they had both longed to hear against his chest.
"You've already said that, idiot." He returned not unkindly, as small smile of his own breaking out on his face. She felt it against her neck, as well as the rarely given tender, loving kiss he laid there seconds later. After a moment she gently pulled back from his embrace and gave him a teasing smile. "You can finally toss my alcohol stash," He grunted noncommittally and pulled her into a deep, meaningful kiss. Although he didn't show it he was going to be quite pleased to see those horrendously fragranced foreign drinks gone for good.
When he pulled back, he brushed his fingers through her lengthy hair, noticing how her eyes seemed to shine so brightly now. Even if he didn't express it outwardly, he was happy that they were finally going to have a child, but what made him happiest was seeing Chastain's openly expressed delight. What she had no knowledge of was that despite also wanting a child, he would have stayed with her and loved her wholly, only her, even if she had been unable to ever conceive. Hibari Kyoya, former demon of Namimori Chu, didn't love or give his heart to just anyone, after all.
The End