And so, Ayame lived with Yuki and Machi. Days passed, then weeks, than months. And, although Yuki had expected a large disaster, nothing had happened, so far. Ayame would slip from the house to his shop mostly, and although he was as flamboyant as ever, his time with them passed without much chaos. And so, perhaps it wasn't so bad.

Or so they thought.

It began when Machi was three months pregnant. Her belly had started to grow, and her clothes where no longer fitting.

"I guess," she sighed reluctantly to Yuki that morning, "I guess its time."

Yuki spit out the coffee he had been drinking.

"What? Already? It's Only been three months! I thought it would take longer!"

Machi felt that urge again to hit him over the head with a large, blunt object.

"I meant I have to start buying maternity clothes! Duh. And for future reference, genius, babies aren't born for 9 months not three."

"Did I hear someone say maternity?"

Ayame had been standing just outside the bedroom door.

"Stop eaves dropping," said Yuki grumpily.

"I'm not eaves dropping," Ayame said, trying to sound innocent, but not succeeding. "I just couldn't help over hearing your little dilemma."

"It's only a dilemma," Yuki pointed out, "If there isn't a solution. We'll just buy some maternity clothes."

"Yes," Ayame said, "you could do that, I suppose." His voice sounded odd.

"Yeah, and we will," Yuki said.

"Oh, yes, you can just go down to the little stores I guess and pick up some old extra large white T-shirt and some maternity jeans. And you could wear that for nine months…or…"

"Or?" Machi said. She'd learned better than to get involved with Ayame's constant ramblings, but he did have a bit of a point. She still had to go to work for a month or so, before she would be let off for maternity leave. The prospect of spending her final months wearing a burlap sack to cover her quickly growing belly was not necessarily desirable.

"Or," Ayame continued, "I just got a call from Mine! The maternity line is finished!"

"Maternity…line?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes, only the best in modern pregnancy fashion."

"Yeah, there's the slogan," Yuki mumbled sarcastically.

"You don't have to be so snide about it. Just think about my offer Machi, I wouldn't want to force you into anything." He gave a pointed look at Yuki, who was trying his best to ignore his older brother, then slipped quietly out the door.

"What do you think?" Machi said, distractedly trying to pull the largest T-shirt she had over her self.

"About?" Yuki asked.

"You know. Ayame's offer?"

"Well, if you want to, then by all means."

"You don't mean that."

"What are you talking about?"

"You say that, but you don't really want me to go, do you?"

"I just told you, if you want to, then go!"

"Really?"

"Sure."

"Okay when do we all leave?"

Yuki cocked his eyebrow, and said, "Who is we all? I hope you mean you and Ayame. I'm not going back there!"

"What, I can't go without you!"

"Well, I'm not going."

"Don't you remember what happened last time?"

"Yes. Perfectly. That's why I'm not going."

"But I can't handle him! He's your brother."

"So that makes you think I can handle him? There's no way on this Earth you can make me go."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

10 minutes later:

"I may be going with you, but I'm not happy about it." He was driving, his shoulders hunched, and a scowling expression on his face. It was summer, and the hot sun burning down on the car did not help anyone's mood.

"Fine, be unhappy, then." Machi replied simply. She was tired from forcefully getting Yuki in the car.

"Oh, come on you two," Ayame said, who was for some reason in a very good mood, "Lighten up, this is supposed a growing experience. A husband and wife buying their first maternity wardrobe. Enjoy—"

"Oh, shut up!" both replied.

They pulled up in front of the shop, and, Yuki at least, got out reluctantly. Mine was at one of her spastic highs.

"Oh, you're here!" she said quickly grabbing Machi firmly by the wrist and taking her into the back. "We have all the newest designs back here! So how many outfits will you be buying? 50 or 60?"

"Er…"

"She'll be taking all the ones we have in the back," Ayame called from the front. "It's all on me!"

"Hey!" Machi said, and let out a sudden screech of pain, "Hey are those pins? I don't think they should be stuck in that areAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

"Um," Yuki said, "How many is all?"

"Well," Ayame said quickly calculating in his head. "That's 98 shirts, 44 jeans, 56 capris, and 4 dresses."

"What? Isn't that a lot of money?"

"No, not really."

"Um," Machi said from behind the curtain, "Are you sure that scarf is necessary? I mean It's summer. And is supposed to be that tight? I can barely bre—" her voice was broken off suddenly by a sudden desperate gasp. "Can't…breathe…" she gasped.

"It's an accessory!" Mine said, laughing for some odd reason.

"Oh," Ayame added, "After this, we're going to Baby Village?"

"Why does that sound illegal?" Yuki asked suspiciously.

"It's only the place to get everything for a new baby. Cribs, toys, blankets, food, diapers, and clothes. Of course, I could probably design something better…"

"No, no," Yuki said, "it's fine. But shouldn't we be heading home?"

"Oh come on, it'll take five minutes. In and out, I promise. I only want to buy a present for my niece or nephew."

"But—"

"Good, it's settled then! Mine, hurry, we'll be leaving soon!"

"Hey nothing's been settled!"

But Ayame's was already outside, and slipping into the car.

"NO! Get away from me with that power screw driver!"

Machi ran from outside the curtain, dressed in a nice cherry patterned blouse and blue jeans.

Mine followed, a strange maniacal light shining in her eyes, and a buzzing power screw driver in her hand, the sharp tip looking particularly menacing.

"Don't worry, dear," she said, "It won't hurt. It's just more efficient this way!"

After the maternity clothes had been packed into the trunk, the car drove a few miles up the rode. They finally parked into a little outlet of shops. Each shop seems to have the same theme:

Babies.

Every building was a pink, blue or light yellow color. Teddy bears, rattles, and baby bottles decorated the posters. And in a small way, it was quite creepy.

"This," Ayame said, leading a confused Machi and Yuki to the largest store, "Is Baby World! It's the largest chain off baby stores is in the world!"

"Um, maybe we should wait another few months before—"

"Oh this is so exciting! Ayame interrupted Machi, and began skipping inside the store, "Come on! Let's go!"

If they thought the outside was creepiest thing they'd ever seen, one look at the inside was enough to scar them for life. Not only where the colors the same. But each aisle had a large robotic baby, mascot. The babies had big brown eyes that moved around if movement was sensed in front of it, so it's gaze literally followed you around the room. And every four minutes, each baby let out a harmonious, scary Halloween laugh, that were supposed to be cute. Supposed to be.

But the scariest thing of all, had nothing to do with giant robotic babies. No. The scariest thing of all was…

"Hello! My name is Kiki! How may I serve you today!?"

Kiki had short bouncy blonde hair, and had an uncontrollable eye twitch. Her smile seemed forced, and strangely insane, and she didn't have any control over the volume of her voice. She shouted everything she said.

"No thank you," said Yuki, rubbing at his now throbbing ear.

"Okay!" she said, "Just call me if you need anything!"

"Yeah…sure," Machi said, backing up against the nearest shelf.

When Kiki left, Yuki turned to Ayame.

"Okay," he said, "Five minutes. In and out, right?"

"Right!"

4 hours later:

"Okay," Ayame said to Kiki, can we get that large box up there?"

"Do you even know what's in it?" Machi asked truly sounding on the verge of tears.

"No, but it's large and colorful, so it must be good, right?"

"That!" Kiki said, "Is our newest invention! The Jetpack Baby Carriage! It's a carriage, but it can go up to 175 miles per hour! It has the ability to be pushed up and down walls, can last in high rocky terrain, can be put under pressure of 300 tons, and not break, and it even has automatic weapons! Just in case! And it has seatbelts, of course, for added safety?"

"We'll take it!"

"What?" Yuki asked, "What would the baby be doing?"

"Well," Ayame said, "You can never be too prepared."

"Yes, you can," Yuki said, "Let's go. Sorry for taking up so much of your time."

Kiki stopped, dead in her tracks. Her whole body seemed to twitch. Her smile grew even wider. Then SLAM! She pushed with great force against Yuki's body and slammed him against the wall.

"You…will…buy…" she said, "You…must…buy…"

"Um…" Yuki said, his back really hurt now, and he was getting really annoyed, but still managed to maintain a polite manner, "We really have to go. We're sorry but—"

And with that Kiki let out a loud long piercing scream. Grabbing anything she could get her hands on, she began throwing things at random customers and laughing hysterically.

At the end of the day, when the mental hospital, police, and firefighters had finally driven off with Kiki in there custody, Yuki, Machi , and Ayame where finally able to go home.

"Well," Ayame said, as the three walked in the front door, "That was fun. What shall we do tomorrow?"

And Machi

Cried.