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World Break
"I have nothing to own."
"Dialogue."
"Whispers."
Thoughts
[Mei Hyoudou]
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Surrounding a bed for patients were three beings. Three simple human beings.
A man about the age of 24 sat patiently upon a wood chair, grimacing every once and a while.
The man had spiky bark-colored hair that looked as if it was it was made to be that way. It fitted the man's face almost too perfectly. His jaw was firm, painted over with a small russet goatee. The dark color eyes of his were, to some extent, sharp looking, like his hair. His choice of wear was a pair of navy-blue jeans and a lightweight black hoodie that covered his white t-shirt. It was the season of the cherry blossoms. A cool and sunny season.
The other two were a simple doctor and a pretty and young nurse, helping the man's wife give a new child.
And there, on the bed for patients was a young looking woman about the age of 24, giving labor to her second child.
Her first child was a male, healthy and beyond cute for a baby with growing hair and always-glowing eyes. The boy was almost a year old. Her beloved son, Issei Hyoudou.
And as to where the boy was, was at their simple home with a temporary sitter, a young foreign man of crimson hair, Sirzechs Gremory. An odd name, but a name that was respectable, in a strange sense. His looks were handsome, and the way he held himself, made it look like he had 'lowered' himself to join the 'sitting business.'
The Hyoudou parents decided that the baby shouldn't be kept at the hospital. Especially with all the screaming, she would have and did give off. The hospital didn't have a play area, a nurse would probably would have been happy to accept the ownership of their child for a while, but they hadn't thought of that. Since the husband was busy keeping a pregnant woman happy... The wife was too busy being pregnant...
Relatives were... out of the question...
Friends were... gone...
"One last push and the pain will soon be over." The mother, Megumi Hyoudou, struggled to nod as her right hand inhumanly squeezed her husband's left hand for the third time in both their lives.
Masaru Hyoudou, the recent head of the Hyoudou clan/family, grimaced as the gripped of his wife on his left hand tightened significantly. However, he was a man; all married men should at least share this little much pain, compared to what their wife felt.
Masaru uttered soft and comforting words, which failed to reach his wife's ears, regrettably. Like the other, two times...
"AHH!" With a meaningful shout, the chest of the Masaru's woman heaved profoundly and her grip slacked. The newborn was out and brought out to its, her, new habit.
"Wahhh!" Cries reached all members of the white room. An instinctive cry meant a healthy baby.
Letting the parents, mostly the mother, recover, the other two members of the room, a doctor and a nurse, cleaned up the baby. Being sure to clean the baby to tip-top perfection before handing back the small child to her mother in a soft, furry blanket.
"Congratulations, you have given birth to a healthy daughter." In the background, the nurse clapped excitedly and jumped in place like a hyped schoolgirl.
"She looks wonderfully bred!" The nurse exclaimed in the background. The baby curious brown eyes looked around in its, her, new world.
"A name, Megumi... A name." The couple decided not to be aware of the gender of the fetus, just because, why not?
"A name, umm... Mei Hyoudou?" A phase of that name hit her brain and she decided to act upon it.
"That's a great name!" The nurse said peeking up at the blanket-clad baby. She seemed to be happy about everything, even the painfully long process of giving birth...
"Masaru?" She wanted the approval of her husband too.
"She'll be called anything you want her to, my dear." The man smiled broadly to his life-long partner and politely agreed with the name, not that he had anything against it. He then tenderly placed his hand over his wife's hand, which was holding their new daughter. "Welcome to the world, Mei Hyoudou, I wish you, a great life."
Megumi smiled gently, it was his family tradition to say those words. She frowned internally after she realized what she said. Not on the context but rather a word, "family," it was such a strange concept.
She looked up to her lover, and stared deeply into his husband's eyes. He realized this and tore his brown eyes from his newborn daughter. He stared back his wife. Behind them, he sensed sadness.
"I-" Megumi tried to start.
"It's alright." He cut her off and kissed her lightly with an almost ghostly feeling. Megumi touched her lips lightly as her lips tingled with warm feelings.
"I wish it for all of us." He smiled again, but unlike the other times, his smiled faltered. His attitude soon returned to a passive, but happy father.
"Now, let's get you to sleep and I'll get all the papers in, alright?"
His wife tilted her head and pouted. Her face was one, a man like Masaru himself, would have trouble being serious towards.
"Ouuu!~ I don't want to!" Her voice just somewhere under an indoor voice, to keep the baby from crying out, in confusion or fright. Her stomach grumbled, really odd, but not rare, for a woman who just gave birth...
Embarrassment clearly written over face, Megumi admitted, "I'm hungry..." It was high school all over again.
It spoke how much in love the couple was in, for her thoughts matched Masaru's next statement.
"This kind of reminds me of high school..." The blush on Megumi face darkened before sputtering quick non-sense.
"Your food was good!-I learned how to get my stomach to growl t-to get out of awkward moments!-I wasn't really hungry at those moments!-You teased me about my stomach too much!-You fed me too much food!-Y-you need to take re-responsibility for this!-I still can't believe I'm not f-f-FAT!-Ouuu!~"
"Megumi, please be quiet..." The Hyoudou Head deadpanned at some of the statements and forth-from-teasing crying.
'How was one taught how to make a stomach grumble deliberately...?' That was his question.
"What?" Megumi stopped talking, and then look towards her new child. Her child had awakened, getting used to opening and closing her eyes, by the looks of blinking curiosity.
"She'll grow just like me, I just know it." The mother's eye sparked in excitement, the daughter's eyes sparked in curious confusion.
"To grow up to learn how to make a stomach growl? Pfff!" Masaru enjoyed teasing his wife. Besides, it would get her to forget the soreness in her stomach, as shown in the airhead mess that is his wife.
Moreover, it always made Megumi happy to see him happy, even if teasing her. She loved his teasing. 'He didn't tease any one, you know.' Megumi stopped. She had realized what she just said within her head. She drew back an on-drawing smile; she did not want him to think she was some weirdo and she was talking to herself... 'I'm probably the only person he talks besides clients.'
"It's all your fault! You need to take responsibility for-"
Grrr...
"..." The father was in awe.
"..." The mother blush darkened to the color of the temporary sitting.
"Food...?" The mother nodded slowly, failing to stop her growing blush.
"F-Food." The mother's voice shook in embarrassment as she accepted the idea from her tummy and husband. She just gave out more information, so Masaru could call her a weirdo. She hasn't been this embarrassed except the time she confessed to Masaru...
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Vorpal: If you didn't notice, Issei has a sister just about a year younger than him. I feel that older sisters are used more often, I may be wrong on that though.
The reason why the family member's first names start with M, besides Issei's, was just the luck of the click. Just gone with some Japanese name generator...
How do you like the intimacy of the parents?
Till next time, ne?
More Importantly, Please,
"Have A Nice Day."
-Vorpal
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