Yay Chapter 2~

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Needless to say, Shizuo was angry. But not for the usual reasons. He was angry at his own confusion.

How could this be? I know I failed health class, but is it possible that I completely missed the section on male pregnancy?

That wasn't his only issue. He didn't remember having sex. Ever. As far as he knew he had been a... a virgin.

Apparently not.

"Contact the father, Shinra says," Shizuo mumbled out loud to himself, "Who could have possibly impregnated me? And without me noticing, too."

He had been so busy contemplating how he had gotten into such a mess he hadn't noticed a worried Tom coming towards him until there was a hand on his chest, stopping him from running his boss over.

"What the fu- Oh, Tom-san. It's you."

"Shizuo, you said you were gonna be in the doctor's office today. What happened?"

Shizuo paled. He couldn't tell Tom. He couldn't tell anyone, "I didn't lie about that. I got out early."

"So..." Tom prompted, "What's the verdict?"

Shizuo gulped, "Umm..." Lie, dammit, lie,his mind supplied. "It's just a stomach bug. I should be fine. In fact we should get some work done today."

Tom's brow furrowed. His subordinate was a horrible liar. But arguing with Shizuo was not something he readily partook, "If you're sure." And with that, the two proceeded to make their rounds.

It was a disaster.

The first few houses they'd visited had been easy. Shizuo merely had to growl and make to lunge forward for the debtors to cough up some money. The fifth house, a shoddy little apartment really, held a man who was a bit more stubborn.

Tom had knocked on the door lightly, as he leaned calmly on the door frame. Loud shuffling could be heard from behind the door, "I swear if this is another debt-collector riding my ass, I'm gonna-"

The man froze, as he opened the door. He immediately recognized Shizuo.

"You're gonna what?" Tom questioned coolly.

"I- um- I-" The man fell to his knees and groped at Tom's pant legs, "Please! I just need time! I can get your money! Please, I-"

Tom sighed. He had no sympathy for low lives like him. "You didn't seem to need time when you were talking about what you were gonna do to me a second ago." He glanced over at the blond.

Shizuo growled and reached for the nearest throwable object which happened to be a random couch that had been placed in the apartments hallway who-knows-when. He lifted it with ease and prepared to throw it. And that was when his stomach gave a lurch. And his face turned nearly green. And he broke out into a cold sweat.

"Ehh, Shizuo?" Tom approached, the ex-bartenders frozen form slowly, considering that the man still had a couch lofted over his head. "Are you-"

The blond tossed the couch suddenly- narrowly missing Tom and hitting the man-in-debt squarely in the chest so that he went flying into his apartment and crashed through the wall on the other side- before taking off in a run. He got maybe ten feet before he collapsed onto his hands and feet, spewing the contents of his stomach.

Tom rushed to the obviously ill man's side. "Shi- Shizuo!" He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, "I'm calling a cab to take you home."

The blond grabbed Tom's arm to stop him. "Mmm fine," he slurred, "J'st need nap."

He then rolled onto his side and passed out.