Yabai Koi Series
A/N: Hey there. I actually have another exam on the day after tomorrow, and I've still a bunch of reading to do. But ya know, just when you're too frustrated looking at equations and matlab codes, somehow the ideas come with a vengeance, and the keyboard tends to look a little bit too pretty. So about this chapter, I didn't use a name to address Toru's sister. I tend to avoid giving names to characters that might or might not be canon. For me, I am comfortable with him having a big sister, so I'll go with that. Um... if I'm right that's called headcannon, right? Gosh I'm still new to these terms. I hope you'll enjoy this family chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own this anime and the characters within it. I just own the baby. Wait, that sounded wrong now did it?
#8: He caressed the swollen belly, and couldn't help the little smile on his lips when he felt the tiny kick. "Oi kiddo, hurry up and get out already. Your mom needs something better to do than sabotage my underwear."
In his 21 years of life, Tōru ought to learn not to trust his sister with his apartment. The shack might be small and simple, but he rented the place using his own money from the scholarship fund, so to him it was still his baby.
He sighed and felt like pulling his hair out as he opened the door to his rented space. "Take care of things my ass. I leave you alone for half a day and I come back to this mess?"
He grumbled as he stepped onto an emptied bottle of prenatal vitamins just as he entered the small living room. There she was sitting on the cushion in front of the t.v. watching some home-gardening show, amidst their scattered dried laundry with her big pregnant belly threatening to burst just about anytime. She was biting onto a larger-than-life rice cracker while her hands were busy sewing their shared surname onto his boxers. This time she chose lime green on black, and after throwing his bag onto the kitchen counter, he crossed his arms.
"What are you doing? Those are new."
She looked up from the boxers she rested on her belly, rice cracker still in her mouth. "Mfhm fhfm fufu."
Throwing his head back, the younger of the two Oikawas let out another huge sigh. "Geez, don't talk with your mouth full."
He glared at the stack of empty pudding bowls and the empty cups on the coffee table, and snatched a rice cracker for himself, ignoring the protest from the pregnant woman. "How come a pregnant woman manage to turn this place into a dump anyway."
Even with the grumbling, he still moved around his immobile sister to clean the table top. She finished the last of her cracker, and rolled her brown eyes. She cursed when she stabbed her thumb, and pouted at her one and only brother as he turned off the t.v. and started collecting the clothes into the laundry basket. In less than fifteen minutes, he was already standing a few steps back, hands on his waist to admire his cleaning skills. Iwaizumi would've been be proud of him. The neat freak was the one who trained him all those years ago.
"This, my brethren, is how a living space should look like."
The older sister clicked her tongue as she continued her mission of sabotaging his underwear. "Stop nagging will ya. Have a heart here, I'm pregnant okay. I'm delicate right now."
He snorted. "Yeah yeah. And Takeru's a girl."
Tōru watched resignedly as she made the final stitch, and held up the article of clothing to admire her handiwork. If he wasn't the victim, he would have even admired her intricate craftsmanship. Embroidering Kanji words were a feat in itself, but somehow she misused it. Talk about abuse of power.
He rolled up his sleeves to get started on the pile of dishes in the sink, his bare feet padding through the floorboards. "You should really stop doing that. The last time you did, I embarrassed myself in front of Hitoka."
He heard her snickering as she admired her handiwork. "Oh hush, you. I'm doing this out of love."
"Maybe if you had said that without that creepy-ass grin on your face I'd probably believe one third of it."
"Meanie!"
Even without turning around, he managed to avoid the home slippers she had tossed at him. The fluffy footwear ended up in the sink and using his forefinger and thumb, he picked it out and tossed it into the dryer. "Gross."
"That's it, where's that new pair of boxers you bought last week?"
He finished wiping off his hands with a towel and turned around just in time to snatch the basket and move it out of her reach. She wouldn't bother herself reaching for something if she had already made herself comfortable in one place, and he knew her too well. He was her brother after all. Teasing each other was a trait in the Oikawa bloodline. Smirking, he stood before the t.v. with his hands on his waist. "You lose, whale woman."
That got her to click irately at him, before she chuckled herself. "Okay okay, kiddo."
He frowned and went to the kitchen, only to return with two mugs of tea. Setting them onto the coffee table, he plopped next to his sister. "I'm not a kid anymore."
Brown eyes so identical to his, from the dark oak down to the amber flecks, smiled even before her lips followed. "You're still years away from me, Tōru." She pinched his right cheek, only to let go and throw her head back in laughter as he yelped.
He rubbed his sore cheek before grumbling out, "You brute."
She hummed, neither confirming nor denying it. Wincing as she straightened her back to reach for her tea, she gratefully smiled at him as he helped her. When he reached for his mug with his right hand, she smiled as she caught the flash of the silver band he wore on his middle finger. She took a sip from her mug, before settling it next to her thigh, and after she interlaced her fingers together on top of her swollen belly, she gently caressed her own golden ring on her left ring finger.
"We're getting married after I give birth to this girl."
If he was surprised, then Tōru didn't show it. He turned on the t.v. and stopped at a rerun of the Koshien games. The volume was turned down very low, and she knew him too well to know that he wasn't really watching it. The boy (to her she would always be her little cute brother) hated silence. He had enough of it growing up in a household of busy parents and an older sibling who was barely home. Most often than not, she always wondered if he was purposely being the noisy and bright character to fill the silence.
Oh, she had been watching too much Dr. Phil again.
He turned to watch her unlace her fingers and caress the baby bump. "What's up with you two? You wait until Takeru's in middle school and then get married?"
She pouted. "Well, it can't be helped. He's in the Navy, he rarely comes home. We did plan on getting married when I popped out Takeru, but he had just been promoted and he couldn't easily get a clearance."
"What about Takeru? He's okay with that?"
She nodded, and made a 'V' sign with her left hand. "He's super cool about it. The tree of us have been waiting a long time for this."
She took a peek at her brother as he silently sipped his tea. He caught her staring at him, and raised a brow. "What?"
"Nothing. Just that you've really been helping out a lot, Tōru. Thanks. I wish I could do something for you."
He grinned. "You can sponsor my future wedding if you want. Give Hitoka the most expensive wedding dress that you have."
His sister frowned. "Money-pincher."
"Stingy. You're rich from all that design work aren't you? Don't lie to me."
She laughed again, and suddenly winced when the baby kicked again. "Seriously, this girl kicks a lot. Maybe she's gonna make you her favorite uncle and force you to play horsie all day long."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm the only uncle there is."
He abandoned his half-finished tea to silently watch her make circling motions on her belly. "A girl huh?"
"Yep."
There was anticipation in his eyes, before he spoke up again. "Can I?"
"Sure." She grinned, and placed his lingering right hand on top of the baby bump. He raised a brow as he felt the hard skull pressing at the lower part of her belly, and slowly swept over the middle. He continued to caress the swollen belly, and couldn't help the little smile on his lips when he felt the tiny kick.
"Oi kiddo, hurry up and get out already. Your mom needs something better to do than sabotage my underwear. And maybe while you're at it, teach her some manners will ya."
She threw her back and laughed so hard that tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she hummed as she saw that silver ring again.
"Is that a promise ring I see there?"
His hand stopped moving over her belly, and he nodded without looking up. "What? You gonna laugh at me?"
She made an exaggerated gasp, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Never!"
"Uh-huh."
She ruffled his hair. "I find it admirable. Cute even. The last time I saw Hitoka-chan was when she passed the entrance exam to Toudai."
"Yep."
"Iwaizumi told me she was the one who proposed to you, huh? When was that again?"
He snorted as he pulled his hand back and leaned against the wall, bringing a knee up to his chest. "The training camp two years ago. After I embarrassed myself in front of her."
She gasped, and smacked his thigh, ignoring the surprised cry from his lips. "I told you! Those boxers were a lucky charm!"
"Hardly."
"Aw, look at you, all embarrassed! Just admit it, you must have seduced her or something! One does not just propose to a guy out of whim."
Well, it really was a whim at first. On Hitoka's part, at least. But he wouldn't tell her that.
"I didn't need to do anything like that." If anything, she was the one who drew him in. His lips turned up a little at that thought, and of course his sister saw that.
"So was it one of those shoujo-manga-like situations? Boy meets girl at a training camp and falls in love and decided that they found the one and only after spending time for a couple of weeks?"
He tilted his head, and unashamedly admitted it. "Well, yeah I guess so. Thinking back on that time, it was pretty surreal."
By that time her eyes were sparkling as she gripped onto his arm. "So you kind of knew? Like, you guys felt some find electricity when your hands brushed or something like that?"
This time he was blinking at her, and made a weird face. "There wasn't any electricity or something-like-that. We just knew, okay."
"Eeeeh? Boooring! Boo!"
"Stop that. I know the way we did things weren't normal, but the important thing is we found each other. And even now, I think it's just amazing for us to be both studying here in Tokyo."
"Gee, you really are whipped aren't you?"
He thought about it for a while, and as his eyes fell onto the silver band on his middle finger, he grinned. "You have no idea."
"Oh my god, ew. Stop acting like that."
Tōru raised his brows. "Like what?"
"Like she's everything you ever wanted."
"I don't wanna hear that from you. You're just as much as disgusting when you gush about him."
She pouted, and huffed in annoyance as he stood up just in time to avoid being pinched in the arm. "Meanie!"
He half-heartedly waved a hand as he went to the kitchen to find some more snack to eat. "Yeah yeah. You still love me anyway."
For a moment, she watched silently as her brother opened the fridge, his right hand with the ring keeping the door open while he looked for something to snack on. He shut the door, and played with the ring on his finger as he mentally listed the things he would need to stock up on. There were times when the boy would look as if he was thinking hard as he stared at a picture of the girl he kept in his smart phone, probably about how their relationship would fare after getting together. She knew that sometimes he would worry if the same thing that befell their family would happen to them as well–parents fighting, divorcing, and fights over who should take the kids.
Hell, who wouldn't. After growing up like that.
But she knew how much he wanted for this to work. She felt tears stinging her eyes as she saw his eyes soften at the thought of the girl, and of the other times when she would catch him talking with her on the phone. Despite both of them studying at Tokyo, they were too busy with classes and other shenanigans to actually meet up. Even then, when she would catch him talking to Hitoka on the phone, the glint in his eyes and his laughter showed just how much he adored her.
She sipped on her tea again, hiding the smile behind the rim of the mug. "Yeah, you're right."
He stuck his head out from the kitchen. "What?"
"You're a meanie but I still love you anyway."
A/N: There you have it. I was intending for it to be short, but somehow I got over-excited. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter, I couldn't help smiling reading them. By the way, some people didn't like my idea of pairing Oikawa up with Yachi. After almost ten years being an author here, I've gotten my fair share of haters and flames, but I don't really like to rant about what others think of my stories. This site is called fanfiction for a reason, and I post what I like. I'm not fond of yaoi and yuri but I don't interfere with authors who write them. Each to their own, right?
So anyway, for those who are wondering;
Toudai: an abbreviation for Tokyo Daigaku (Tokyo University)
Koshien: normally when Japanese say Koshien, they are actually referring to national high school baseball tournaments. It's actually a baseball stadium that was built to host the national high school baseball tournaments. So if one were to say "I'm going to Koshien" it means to "Play in the Nationals". Apparently baseball in Japan is a big thing.
Shoujo: a genre aimed at young girls. Mostly associated with romance and all the cheesy romantic stuff. Though there are also known tags to have shounen and romance in it. Josei is a genre aimed for women in general, and most of the time involves some sexual situations. But most of us know about these kind of stuff, right?