A request from BibbieSparks

Chapter 8: Results.

What…the hell… is going on? Just because I have a bump on my stomach doesn't mean anything does it? So maybe I gained a bit of weight but still! The cake was good though... Fuji thought, irritated that he had to wait for another hour for the doctor that was being held up from other patients in the busy Saturday. Sighing tiredly, he had to call Eiji that he was going to be in the hospital for some time and told him not to come over yet. Being outside of the hospital building is a pain especially when you have to go back in later just to wait some more.

"Do you me to drop by in the hospital instead? I can wait for you." He sounded worried and scared for Fuji. But Fuji told him not to mind it.

"No it's alright. I think you should just come by a little later. I just think that the wait is going to take some time..." Fuji didn't want to go into details that he was being in the hospital just to look at a bump. A bump that was sort of suspicious looking and Fuji didn't have anything to make out of it.

Afterwards it was just him in the empty office again. The nurse who was with him, told him to stay there until the doctor comes over. Fuji didn't like the tone she was using on him, the anxious and cautious voice she had. She was still looking at him even when she left with the curious and almost frightened look on her face. It was almost as if she was looking at a monster and didn't want to look or be in the same room as him anymore. Fuji almost felt the same but it started to pick up when the time was going and the doctor was nowhere to be seen.

Just when it was past three o clock, Fuji almost fell asleep until the door was banged open, making his eyes snap open, hearing a stream of apologies to him as the old doctor took a seat at the chair in front of him. It was the same doctor who took a look at him; hair strands flying around his ears and out of breath from all the running and checking up on all the patients that asked or were called for him.

"I'm…I'm very… very sorry to keep you waiting…" He gasped and wheezed almost as if he was going to die, when he was sitting on the chair with his hand wiping the sweat off the eyebrows and forehead while trying to take out the document file of Fuji. Feeling pity for him, he just told him to take his time.

"I don't have anything to do today." Almost like a joke, the doctor chuckled raspy. After a few minutes later, the doctor regained his breathing and posture, having to turn to Fuji while taking out the notes from what it looked like the nurse was giving him.

"On our last visit, I didn't introduce myself did I? My name is Yamato Ryuuji. I came to check on you before haven't I?"

"Yes, about a month ago. My…friends took me in here when I threw up in my house…" Now that he thought about it, it sounded stupid to go to the hospital when you just threw up once or twice. He could have gotten it over at home… But it didn't look normal throwing up for two weeks straight doesn't it?

"Yes. Yes. Well….let's see about the notes here…" Skimming through the notes, Yamato found his eyebrows rose up with confusion and started to lead his eyes back at the top of the paper again. When he finished, he took a look at him and asked Fuji to be up on top of the table again.

"She said you have…an unusually slight bump at the pelvis area. Might I take a look?" Nervous and scared of what the doctor might see or figure out, Fuji allowed him to lift the shirt up, asking him to hold the shirt above his chest while he examined the bump.

He seemed surprised and shocked at the bump and started to prod it with his fingers, pressing lightly all around the section where the swollen area was taken place of. It was too big to be constipated; though they weren't to be sure otherwise he might have already be in surgery for this.

"You are sure you're not constipated?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Fuji would know otherwise especially from his mother and sister both having constipated stomachs regularly and they complained about it almost when they're in the bathroom or drinking more water than necessary. He would know whether he is constipated just from what he was eating.

"Hmmm…very interesting…" Starting to take notes down himself, the doctor placed his hand on his chin, reminding Fuji of Oishi when he did the same when he was trying to think of all the possibilities and solutions of trying to figure something out. Putting his shirt down when Yamato turned around to take notes while looking through his files, Fuji wondered what it could be, curiously asking him.

"What do you think it is?"

"Honestly, I'm not very sure. If you're not constipated, you might have cancer or it could be an allergic reaction… Are you allergic to anything?"

"Not that I know of." I wouldn't be able to play tennis now would I?

"We should probably have an X- ray and MRI on you. Do you have school anytime soon?" Fuji heard X ray and MRI and suddenly thought of how much coverage does he have for this. He wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to pay for most of this. And then there was school…

"Well, right now it's the middle of March so yes I am going to school. How much would all of this take?"

"Well, in your condition, it depends. You are going to have to take an X-ray and MRI so you're going to have to stay for a little longer to get an appointment for the X-ray and MRI. Truthfully I don't know. Do you have medical coverage?"

"I'm not sure. Couldn't I be able to find out here?"

"You can. It's better if you find out before you make any sort of appointment with anything otherwise you will be paying it out of your pockets." Fuji thought hard. It wasn't the coverage he was worried about. If he has to, he would apply for any jobs concerning of photography, knowing himself that he had some good sides on it and he could make money faster, just depends what he was going to aim the camera lens at. It was just getting the results from the X-ray and MRI he was going to have to go through.

What am I going to do?

"In your files, you do have some coverage but it won't be able to pay both. It'll probably pay for one of them. But if you want you can take one of them and pay with money with the other. You can go either way but it's up to you." I'm already of age but…that would mean of telling my parents about the hospital bill later on…or I can keep it a secret.

"…Can I just take only one?"

"You probably can but as a doctor, I recommend that you have two to check with in case anything happens. But like I said, it's your choice."

"Then I'll just take one." If there's only one I can check with then there should be no problem. But if something is there. Fuji peered down at his stomach where the bulge was invisible due to his shirt that was covering him.

"Fine. Which one will you take?" Yamato looked crestfallen when he found something that was interesting to look at but to be only to examine with one sort of operation. He couldn't dny that it was a curious thing to look at, though he had something else in mind…

"Which one would find better results?"

"I recommend the MRI. Though it is more price wise, I think your coverage is enough. So, you'll be making an appointment for an MRI then. I'll give you the appointment by phone call possibly tomorrow or by the next two days. If you will, just write the phone number here." Giving him a small piece of paper to the brunette, Yamato went back to his files and what looks like a calendar, finding a date for Fuji for his appointment. He looked serious and almost frightened. When Fuji finished, he could still feel the churning of his stomach but didn't bother with it, trying to listen to Yamato without falling asleep. It was probably about five in the late afternoon by now, Fuji couldn't tell from the windowless room.

"Can I be able to ask you a question? It might concern of what you have but for now, I'm not very sure…"

"Yes, why?"

"Have you had any sexual intercourse from some time when you have these…symptoms?" Fuji was turning pale from just the two words that were in this abnormal sentence. He wondered if he should lie but then they might find out just from examination.

"Yes…does that concern with this sort of…?"

"Oh, um, probably. It can be use for reference or some sort of clue in case we might find something from your partner…"

"I see." His voice came out irritated and almost growled at the doctor, but the doctor didn't mind it as he took the note down. If something went wrong from Inui, the first thing he was going to do to him was to torture the life out of him then murder him. Painfully and slowly.

"Okay then, I'll see you at this date possibly then, Fuji." Standing up a little too quickly, the elderly man apologized, explaining to him that he still had other appointments to make up.

"I'm very sorry for the troubling leave, but I will call you as soon as possible."

"It's alright. Thank you for taking your time to see me." Bowing down to the elderly doctor, Fuji watched him wave goodbye in a rush and the door was slammed having the room make an echoed sound of the door's slam leaving Fuji to recap what had just happened. Would he have cancer or does he have something else? Fuji doesn't know and he wanted to find out.

After getting up for what seemed like an eternity, Fuji made his way out of the office and the stench of urine and medicine filled up his nostrils, making his stomach turn upside down almost letting out a loud belch. Holding it in, Fuji covered his mouth and started his way out of the stupid hospital for today.

When Fuji got home, he found his phone with a message, probably from Eiji wanting to know when he was going to come over. Already tired from just coming home from the hospital, he didn't hear the message and left the machine blinking its red light while Fuji went toward his room. It was already dark when he got home; coming from two bus transfers was tiring. By the time he got home, he wished Oishi was there to drive him before. Collapsing on his bed, feeling the rumpled blanket underneath his face and arms, he didn't bother taking off his clothes or going over to the bathroom to wash up at least.

His eyes were drooping when he hit the blanket's fabric and the last thought he remembered thinking was; that bastard did this to me, before he closed his eyes and was fast asleep.

"Oishi! He's not picking up his phone…" Moaning to the other who was sitting in front of him in his room, the red head was leaning on his shoulder, his arms around Oishi's neck and shoulders, the cordless phone dangling from his fingers. His room was messy but not as messy where you have clothes strewn over at the floor or pieces of candy and leftover juice or soda on the carpet. The food and drinks were now always on the desk where the other junk was at. Eiji was already upset that he didn't get to hear anything from Fuji's confession or his own talk with him. Oishi didn't know whether or not it was alright to tell him but Fuji didn't say anything so he suspected that Fuji didn't want to tell Eiji just yet.

"Maybe he's tired. You did say that he was going to the hospital wasn't he?" The red head only pouted and laid his head on top of the other's shoulder.

"Yea…" Grumbling the answer out after having to be given a poke from the side which he really hated when he was in a bad mood. Oishi couldn't blame him. He was just angry and upset and he wanted to be in with Fuji and support him all the way but it seemed that he wasn't patient enough.

"Let's just leave him alone for now…" Rubbing Eiji's shoulders from behind, the red head was melting against him. Touching him just reminded Oishi of his talk with Fuji's question and made him bit his lip. He wondered if he should talk to Eiji about it. Eiji wasn't watching his expressions as he was being petted by his boyfriend, purring near the back of his neck while his hands were wrapped around his shoulders meeting at the front center of his throat. He could feel the vibrations from the other's throat at his back, and it made his blood rush in his cheeks through his groin.

Oishi was about to tell Eiji that he was making him feel uncomfortable until Eiji started to stretch and let his arms release his neck, letting him breathe out from the grasp. Sighing with relief silently, Oishi looked at Eiji and found him taking a long sip of his orange soda which made Oishi wonder what he was thinking about in the first place. He didn't know what Eiji was thinking of anymore, not after that incident. They were trying to be closer together but they knew that the night was haunting them when they were closer to each other.

What happened if we broke up? Would everything be better for us? For him?

"Oishi?" Eiji was watching him for the past few moments with worry seeing the lines creased on his forehead and the expression in his eyes were starting to scare him. Oishi hadn't been watching carefully of his surroundings anymore, already tired of keeping Fuji's secret that was eating him mentally.

"O-oh, sorry Eiji. You were saying something?" Eiji opened his mouth but then closed it shut, shaking his head after a few seconds later.

"No. Never mind…" He turned away having to stall his excuse by taking a piece of fruit, being healthy today, even though there were teacakes and sweets next to the small bowl of fruit, Eiji didn't take the sweets today.

"No, what?" Turning his whole body to him, Oishi found his eyes at Eiji's back, the fabric of his shirt was smoothed and dark blue as his eyes. That shirt he was wearing was a gift from him from his seventeenth birthday. It matched with his eyes and it fits his lean figure that Oishi couldn't help staring at him without having to blink. Even now, he found his eyes to his body when Eiji wasn't looking.

"Nothing. It's nothing to bring about." He sounded angry, more than he was before when they were just cuddling a while ago. Giving out a noise of displeasure, Eiji turned his back away, not facing him but he knew he won't last for long.

"Eiji…" Oishi knowing him well, stood up and embraced Eiji with a hug, making him flinch and didn't relax through the warmth Oishi had for him. He thought of tickling him but that would make things worse. Oishi didn't want to see Eiji like this; upset with him with no hyper attitude and not telling him anything that is on his mind that he would usually blurt out. But he has seen Eiji like this before, just rarely, and it wasn't easy to get him out of it. One time was when Eiji was frustrated through studying for his finals at senior year at high school and the other time was when Eiji asked him if they could make love.

Hugging him tightly in his arms, he tried to comfort him and coax him to talk but this time Eiji didn't budge and Oishi had to go back to the dorms. He sighed and looked at Eiji with a small sense of irritation and curiosity that Eiji wasn't telling him anything. But he couldn't do anything about it now when he needed to get back to curfew.

"I'm going to go now then…"

"Okay…"He didn't turn to face him but he nodded along having to have Oishi almost stomp out of the doorway in frustration but restrained himself and walked out of the door with a gentle step, hoping that he wouldn't make Eiji mad or guilty about it, though Oishi wanted him to. It was already hard with long distance relationship along with taking care of Fuji.

Leaving his room, Oishi stood outside the door, half hoping that Eiji would come out and say something to him but all he heard was the bed creaking and a small sigh. A few minutes later, Oishi walked out of the house after waiting for no one to come out from and the thoughts that were revolving around his head of Eiji.

A few days later Fuji went over to the hospital right after his morning class when he received his call the day before, hoping that he could get to his afternoon class soon. The doctor who have greeted him was different and younger than Yamato, leading him to a blank room with two rooms after getting Fuji in to a change of a pale blue hospital gown; one was almost empty while it had a large white machine that was big enough to fit a person in, the other was for monitoring the machine for the person to be examined. His gown could almost see through the visible bump and it made Fuji self conscious about his body.

"Please take off your shoes and whatever materials that are radiation active or metal away and lie down there. Make sure you lie still and don't move. It'll be a handle to be able to see if you move." The doctor left him there while he went over to the small room where a nurse was operating the computers for checking the machine. Fuji was studying the machine as he was sitting on the flat board inside of the machine. It was narrow and bright, though Fuji didn't think he has no trouble with it.

Lying down on the board, he felt the board moving as the doctor directed him to not move while he was inside the small structure. Thinking about what was going to happen when he gets out; he was nervous but still angry at what was happening to him. It was impossible not to think about the negative things that might happen even though it might just be something commonly known. There were also the many regrets and thoughts of going to the party even though he shouldn't dwell on that anymore. He could hear the humming of the machine having to lie for so long. It felt like hours before he heard the muffled voice of the doctor that he was going to pull him out and that he could move again.

He was getting hungry just from being there, stomach gurgling half way at the end.

Breathing a sigh of relief from being in the closed tight space, Fuji started to sit up, feeling his sore back and his butt from sitting too long. He found his slippers and walked over to where the nurse was, now out of the small room and standing outside of the door.

"I'll be out in a minute, Shizuka san." The doctor called out to the nurse while she nodded and led Fuji to his room. His room was just the waiting room where other patients were at. It was large and almost completely occupied at the weekdays with two navy couches and a bunch of armchairs. There was also a window that took up a whole wall, getting a good view of the city. Sitting at one of the armchairs near the windows, Fuji saw his reflection at the window seeing the awkward pale face and the more than ever baggy eye lids. He hadn't have any sleep, not when the new semester was starting and he couldn't afford to lose his major and classes.

It felt like an eternity of waiting for the doctor but then Fuji saw a very young child walking around, obviously trying to look for a seat to sit on. He looked about ten or eleven, with black hair and bright green eyes. No one was lending a hand as most of the people sitting on the chairs were elderly. It made everything quiet except for the television that was telling the news and events of today and yesterday and the whispers of nurses and doctors at the counter.

Standing up deliberately, Fuji walked over to one of the plants, his eyes still on the child as he saw him running giddily over to the chair Fuji was sitting on. He almost smiled at him until he saw his doctor beckoning him to come to him. Hoping he would have the results soon, he walked over to him, the doctor meeting him half way with the clipboard in his hand. His face didn't show anything to Fuji, typically a doctor like expression. Fuji thought that was strange but didn't think much of it.

"Have you found results yet?"

"You might need to wait for a little while longer but Doctor Yamato will explain the results to you…" His face looked uncomfortable when he said it and Fuji thought for a second that he cringed when Fuji got near him. His guess was that something bad happened to the results or that he had something bad for lunch.

"Alright…how long might I have to wait?" He has a class in about two hours and it wouldn't be good if he miss that class. It was photography and he really wanted to be in it today.

"Well, I'm not really sure but knowing the doctor, he might take a while. Do you have somewhere to go to?"

"Yes I have a class soon. Would it be alright if I go afterward?" He scratched his head and looked through his papers in his clipboard, trying to find the doctor's schedule hopefully.

"I think it should be alright. I'll tell him for you. Uhh, your name again?"

"Fuji. Fuji, Syuusuke." Don't these doctors know my name? Sighing inwardly, Fuji tried not to wince when the doctor asked him how 'Fuji' was spelled out.

"Alright then, I'll see if he can see you then." Saying goodbye, Fuji ran off to his class, his heart beating too fast for his own good from the running and from the later results he'll find. Though he couldn't run off far when his stomach and sides starting hurting that he had to walk instead to run. He hoped that there wasn't anything wrong and that he could keep on going with his life as usual.

During the class, for the hour and half, Fuji was anxious with his sweating and the pictures he took the other day weren't as good as he thought they were. One of his classmate asked if he was alright, concerned about his sweat, Fuji just waved it away, telling her that it was just a cold. He pretended to have a small cough but it failed leaving his classmate having a suspicious look from her. He was lucky that the class ended soon, quickly cleaning up his work before rushing out of the classroom and on his way to the hospital.

It took a while to find Yamato sensei as he was led to the office as he was there before for his examination. He had to wait after being directed to the room from a nurse who was looking at him with interest but Fuji ignored it. He didn't have time for that as he thought of the results that would be shown on the white paper.

Waiting with anticipation and stress over the thoughts of finding out what happened, the doctor didn't come until about half an hour later where Fuji thought he would calm down for a little bit until the door banged opened just like the few days ago. It gave Fuji a heart attack even though he knew that it was the elderly doctor, apologizing to him again with the wheezes and pants.

"I'm—"

"It's alright, really, just have a seat." Fuji was already impatient to get on with the results, just hoping that he would get on with it and tell him what's wrong. But being as patient as he should be in front of people, Fuji only gripped his hands together, almost wringing them together.

"Just give me a second." Still panting out the carbon dioxide from his system, Yamato mumbled that he should probably retire soon under his breath and took a deep breath before looking through the files.

"Well, let's see. Your body seems to be healthy…just the bump that is awfully…something…" Something? Isn't that what we're suppose to find. Fuji was about to say something until the doctor stopped him with his hand and continued on. "I think I should run a test on you…privately. And it might come out as a shock to you but I want to make sure we're not getting anything wrong or misplaced."

"So then what is wrong with me?" Fuji almost pleaded for the answer but tried to keep his composure, hoping that it wasn't as anything that he would imagine. Yamato took a look at him and exhaled softly, rubbing one of his temples to calm his brain from all of the work he had today. He was trying to find the right words to say and finally he stumbled on to them.

"You…you have another…umm… body inside of you…it didn't seem possible but…" Looking straight at him, Yamato said in a gentle voice hoping to not scare him but it was something that Fuji thought he wouldn't have to hear even though the suspicion from the comment before he said this said it all.

"Having another body inside you means…you're pregnant." What, did he think I'm stupid?

^ ^ TBC