A/N: To everyone commenting on the conception of seahorses-- GET OVER IT. The point of writing is to use ones imagination, plus there is not freaking female seahorse to impregnate him. It's called creative licence. Jeez. Embrace the magic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Baskets.

Seahorses

Hatori knew this whole process would not be without its headaches, as other people are involved. Other people including the oblivious Tohru, a disdainful Kyo, a surprisingly Supportive Yuki, and the epitome of his hesitation to begin such a mundane process in the first place, Ayame. He should have known it would come to Shigure's house covered in sickly pale colored animals and rattles.

"I had everything imported from a designer store in London!" Ayame chimed, twirling around joyously with crepe paper.

"I assure you this isn't necessary." Hatori let his back stiffen as much as it could, with the protrusion on his stomach.

"Oh but it is! Where else can you get the moral and financial support when having a child?" Ayame squealed.

"I don't even know if I get to keep it yet..." He mused blandly, "What if this whole party is a waste of everyone's time and money? I will leave it to you, Aya, to reimburse accordingly."

"Oh, Tori, don't think that way. I decorated for the reception of a baby girl, therefore it is a girl." He twirled more until he became a tornado of pink streamers and silver hair.

"Ayame!" Yuki had been particularly sensitive to his brother's increasing presence. "Stop agitating Hatori and get out!"

The silver-haired man turned to his brother with a grin and held out more streamers, "Brother! I am glad you are here! You can help!"

Yuki crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, "I am here to serve only Hatori."

"Do stop bickering." Hatori sighed.

"If the cat hasn't eaten them, there are salmon rolls in the kitchen." Yuki said silkily, and left.

A small smile crossed his face, "Aya, I must attend to bussiness in the kitchen." His mouth was watering already.

"GUIRE GET THEM OUT!" Hatori panicked as the swooning women began coercing him to play redicules games involving diapers and safety pins.

"Hatori, I have never seen you in such an uproar!" His smile quickly flickered into a look of panic, "Tori, get me out of here!" His editor could be seen stomping towards him.

"Out the back." He said swiftly, running through a back wall.

"My houuuuuuussse!" Shigure yelled after him.

Kyo watched it all from the roof with utter disdain (like he HAS another look.) He found it inconceivable that this birth could be joyous. If it is a boy, Akito, Supreme Master of Bastardom, gets the child, if it is a girl, Hatori and Shigure would never be able to embrace her. There had to be a way around these terms, as there is always a flat surface to skid off of a double-edged sword. He growled as a kitten slunk towards him. Despite himself, he picked it up and stroked its down-like fur. "There is a way"

Although Kagura was enjoying the party, she wondered diligently where Kyou was. She would have liked to fantasize with him about her own baby shower. A thought crossed her mind, depressing her severely, 'there won't be a baby shower for Kyou and I...' "Ayame! You forgot to put out Kyou's favorite rice-balls! I'll go make some"

"Gure...I just... don't know if I can handle this stress..." Tears rolled down both of Hatori's cheeks.