Summary: Obsession comes at a price… when Youji comes home very late one night: beaten and bloody. When Youji begins to become more distant and scared, what will Natsuo do to comfort his Sacrifice? MPREG, rape, somewhat- Shouta and language. Dedicated to DragonTamer94~! I don't own Loveless, which goes to Yun Kôga!!
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Rude Awakening
With Ritsuka's pregnancy entering it's final days and his stomach flourishing little-by-little, Youji unexpectedly grew involuntarily ill, violently retching everything within his stomach; even on the days he barely ate, dizzy spells embedding his daily routines, his emotional outburst turning their day into an emotional roller coaster for Soubi, Ritsuka and Natsuo, and a slight amount of gained weight within his abdomen, making his problem only inept. Youji seemed merely suspicious and oblivious to the fact that he was pregnant, always brushing it off for stress and sickness, but everyone in the domicile knew that his factual sayings farfetched, being the exact opposite of what the young, electric green-haired male proclaimed. No, Youji was three months pregnant, full of emotions…and was denying that simple fact, which he wouldn't understand later on.
This was becoming a distant roller coaster ride of emotions, distrust and intensity.
Youji lurched into the daily-worshipped porcelain toilet, gagging violently as he spit forcibly and heaved adamantly into the swishing toilet bowl and felt the acidic burn swiveling in his throat, feeling the aculeolate pulsating within his already sore throat. Natsuo heard his Sacrifice's violent regurgitation and went rushing towards the bathroom located closest to their room, opening the door gently, with the slow creaking noise emitting, alerting Youji of someone's timely presence. Youji turned his head accordingly and forced a weak smile on his face, unexpectedly lurching into the toilet as his eccentric electric-green-hair fell into his face, clinging to his sticky face. Youji grasped the burgundy edges of the toilet seat and clung to it, beginning to experience another dizzy spell and gagged recurrently. Natsuo kneeled down side-by-side of Youji and began rubbing Youji's arched back in frequent, lulling circles, attempting to relax the Sacrifice of his qualms, but nothing seemed to alleviate his nausea and his queasiness pulsating in his growing stomach. Natsuo sympathetically brushed his hair back with his fingers, holding his flowy, electric green-hair back with his hands, casting a worried and askance glance towards Youji. Natsuo truly didn't comprehend the meaning of Youji denying his pregnancy or if in fact that the baby is the child of the man who raped him in the dark and cold alleyway.
Ritsuka stood behind them with a nonchalant expression on his face while he compassionately rubbed his burgeoning stomach, clenching a pregnancy test close to his palms, but well-hidden from the unsuspecting pair on the floor, frowning as he took a step closer to them. Ritsuka's lips curled adamantly, settling his smaller hand on his tensed shoulders and his lips tugged an atypical frown. "Youji, stop playing games with yourself and get checked-out. You've been sick for over 2 months and this is not normal." Ritsuka said, collectively handing the eccentric and very dogged electric-green-haired male the white pregnancy test. "You need to know if you are pregnant or not. Stop denying that everything is all right and that this will all go away sooner or later. No, I was like this when in my first trimester when I first go pregnant and you are showing the same exact symptoms." Ritsuka spoke with a stern tone, glancing straight towards the weepy Youji as he lifts his head again. "Please, just take the pregnancy test- if not for your own sake then for the possibility of conceiving a child and for the love of a new family." Ritsuka said with a reassuring smile curving on his full lips and his face beaming with radiance. Youji became hesitant to procure the white pregnancy test from Ritsuka, who stood above his stiff body and his bulbous belly over, who smiled weakly as he handed him the pregnancy test. Youji sighed as he took a hold of the pregnancy test and lowered his head. He was so ashamed to be carrying the spawn of that rapist and former fighter to Soubi. The palms of his hands dripped with perspire, clamping up when Ritsuka placed an amiable and lending hand on his shoulders. Youji didn't intend on becoming secluded and paranoid with the coming events that just happened. He wanted time to think about the entire situation; he just wanted to run away from the problem growing and developing within him. But the problem wouldn't be so easy to solve, especially being in gestation with a baby that wasn't suppose to be.
Ritsuka frowned, seeing the abhorrence in Youji's eyes as he thought about a baby being conceived through rape. Ritsuka waddled towards Youji, looking at him while he frowned in dissent. "Not to get into personal details, but…who's the man who raped you 2-3 months ago?" Ritsuka asked, knowing that something wasn't right with the way Youji was asking, but they needed to know, in order to reform a file to the police about the unsolicited rape that occurred without a trace- except the child growing within Youji's stomach. He knew Youji was an emotional wreck to begin with, but having a child following up on his already distraught plate was a lot and Ritsuka knew how it felt to be a person without a cause.
Tears dwelled hastily in Youji's as he glanced back down at the marble flooring and frowned, tears threatening to fall beneath his very glassy, scintillating eyes that lit up as his emotions operated without mercy. Youji's lower lip quivered hastily as he stared down at his non-aesthetic reflection staring back at him and began to bawl his eyes out in front of his friends. The tears rolled down his blanched face softly, creating an emotional image for them as he choked on his own words, the words that meant nothing to him as of then. His pride and virginity was plundered; his will to move on, taken from him by the insidious bastard he use to trust, but that would be broken. Youji began crying harder, burying his head into his legs and began crying uncontrollably. Natsuo bend down and began rubbing his Sacrifice's arched back in lulling circles, upset from the incident continuing to replay within his memory.
Soubi heard the abrupt commotion and ambled slowly near the doorway, checking on the emotional and unstable Sacrifice, rubbing his back as soon as he saw him on the floor and crying. Ritsuka frowned, beginning to rub his bulbous gingerly. He didn't mean to make the Sacrifice cry his little heart out. Ritsuka frowned indignantly, standing besides the wall as he looked up sympathetically at his Fighter/lover. Soubi knew that he meant well and that whatever he could do to help him, he was willing to do. He didn't want to give Youji pity, but it felt that he was stooping himself lower than usual, especially the nights during the month where he would wake up crying. He felt terrible about not trying to help as much as he could, but he had a child to worry about and a marriage proposal he has been building. Soubi sighed, placing a hand on his back as he splayed his hands out and in soft, lulling circles, he began rubbing his back in a calm fashion. "Youji, we cannot help you or with your coping if you don't tell us who did this to you." Soubi said softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "We can help you, we all can. You just need to tell us who did it and we can go forward with the information that was given."
Youji's mind went blank. He couldn't get no peace of mind; nothing wasn't making him serene again; or whole again. Ritsu took everything away from and yet, he couldn't find tranquility with his inner self. Youji's lower lip trembled once he glanced up, his eyes glassy with morose and depression and his lower legs gave out as he stood. Youji fell to the ground and clenched his fist, understandably upset with the entire situation. "You want to know who did it? Does it hurt to know that it was someone close to you…?" Youji whispered cautiously, looking up towards Natsuo and the others, his voice growing brisk and his hands trembling violently. "It was Ritsu, that bastard RAPED me! Okay?!" Youji grew hysterical, falling to his knees as his body trembled with agues. The others stood in silence, uncertain of speaking during this time of unfairness to Youji.
Ritsuka frowned, looking up and noticed the change of expression of Soubi's usually nonchalant into an enraged and insidious look that scared him. Certainly, Soubi didn't know of this man. Or was it the same man…in his forsaken past that he barely mentioned?
Soubi clenched his callous palms tightly, forming a fist while hurriedly exiting the room with an subtle look displayed on his face and without consulting in anyone in where his destination was. Ritsuka, worriedly glanced at the others and then to the vacant hallways. Ritsuka went on high-alert, waddling hastily down the stairs, knowing that Soubi might let his actions lead him to doing something that he'll eventually regret and his conscious will flourish with guilt. He didn't want his boyfriend to do anything stupid.
"SOUBI!" Ritsuka and Youji yelled, both nearly running down the stairs in order to
hinder his decision to track down Ritsu and murder him for the insidious act of sexual
violence he committed on Youji. Ritsuka hastily yanked Soubi's lanky, endeavoring in
his efforts to prevent him from going out the door and into the bitter world forcing you to
walk on broken glass, as a consequence of their presence. A low, animalistic growl
seethed through his clenched teeth as he turned slowly towards the pregnant 16-year-old
glaring daggers at him like nothing before. Ritsuka back up, bit-by-bit as he looked up at
his usually sophisticated and well-mannered platinum-haired boyfriend, but the look in
his dreamy eyes…left him wondering what were his true intensions. He didn't want to
hover over his business, but he didn't want to be in high stakes with his boyfriend, he
wanted to give him peace, but the itch that bothered him didn't want to hinder the
questioning of his current position they all laid on. It was the situation in which would not
be solved until they got to the bottom of the problem and come to a conclusion to their
mishap.
Ritsuka was in tears, grabbing Soubi tightly by his wiry wrist as he proclaimed his concerns for his heart wrenching decision making processes. He loved Soubi so much, he would do anything for him to keep him intact and to keep him from doing something illicit or anything out-of-character. And in this situation, It wasn't like him to behave in this sort of dissembling manner.
Ritsuka's tears streamed down his blanched his face, unable to manage to emotions as he
curled his hand into a fist. He wasn't understanding Soubi at this point and wanted to
hinder his departing of the house. Ritsuka growled, pulling back his fist-formed hand and
aimed it towards Soubi, who stood in place with the same capacity as the raven-haired
teen who gripped at his wiry wrist, preventing him from moving. Ritsuka's fist went
closer and closer to his face, but stopped midway. What he was compelling himself into
was just enough to make him pour his emotions out in a heartbeat. "Soubi…calm down,
please…don't do anything stupid!" Ritsuka yelled, his eyes blinking the tears away and
the rain drizzling in their area. Soubi yanked back his hand violently, heading out more to
the door, but grew enraged when he felt a tugging to his sinewy wrist.
Soubi glanced at Ritsuka in an unsteady manner and growled in dissent. "Let go of me,
Ritsuka!" Soubi snarled, yanking his hand back. "I am going to make him pay for what he
did. To the both of us." Soubi hissed venomously, knowing Ritsuka was hindering his
proposition for Ritsu, the bastard who became unsolicited when he shawl his virginity
from him on that forsaken night. Soubi slammed the door in Ritsuka's face, storming
from the house as numerous thoughts pondered his mind. Ritsuka slammed the door
open, rushing hurriedly towards his boyfriend, who he became very concerned for his
enraged boyfriend storming off without a specific explanation for not consulting in them
about his disastrous pathway of destruction and the prominent promises Ritsu broke as a
teacher and an ex-trust worthy confider.
Emotions ran haywire; Ritsuka's tears trickling down his blanched face as he endeavored
in having Soubi listen to him and muse on his unorthodox thoughts. "Soubi, cut this shit
out! You are making a huge mistake by going after him…" He wanted him to stay, but
that couldn't expressed deep-down in his heart. Soubi growled in a disgruntled manner,
jostling Ritsuka towards the floor with no remorse scintillating in his eyes. Without
realizing he knocked him to his rump and left him onto the floor with the rain trickling
down his blanched face.
Soubi hastily caught up to the rapist, who believed that his crimes were going to go
unpaid for.
He was sadly mistaken.
Soubi came across Ritsu ambling leisurely near a solemn, murky alleyway, jostling him
into the center of the alleyway and grinned insidiously, cracking his head dangerously
while cracking his knuckled, knowing that he was about to enforce some justice upon
Youji and himself; for the justice has been long awaited, up until now.
Soubi violently grabbed Ritsu by his blanching throat, gazing into his light grey eyes and
tightened the grip. His heartless and deep, light grey eyes displayed no remorse in his eyes
as Soubi threw the first punch to the face and continuously punched him on the surface of
his fragile, sleek face. Soubi didn't stop, unable to control the building anger arising in
his actions, being motivated to murder him…but what about Ritsuka? What would he do
or who would help him with the baby?
Youji curled up against Natsuo, resting his head on his legs and nuzzled his chest. Natsuo
smiled, trailing his bony fingers through his eccentric sea foam green hair while relaxing
his entire body from enduring in the bloody, sanguine-replete arena that continued to be
his battle-field for his heart wrenching sacrifice and the love for Youji, his heart and soul.
Natsuo would do anything for his heart and to help him. And if it meant sacrificing his
world for him, then let it be.
Youji looked up with concern in his gleaming eyes. "Natsuo…what if I am pregnant with
Ritsu's baby?" He said, his now timid voice trailing off from his usual tone, extremely
nervous on Natsuo's reaction and how he truly feels about this abrupt situation. Not that
he wanted to kill an innocent baby that doesn't know how he or she came into the world.
Youji placed a hand on his flat stomach, feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling as he rubbed
minor, lulling circles and looked up at Natsuo. "I mean…I….I…I want to keep the baby, I
do!" Youji's gleaming eyes trailed down to his flat, but soft stomach and endeavored in
blinking away pesky tears that wouldn't stop building, but to no avail. Tears trickled
softly down his tender, sleek cheeks as he looked up at his Fighter. "I don't want an
abortion, but I don't want to live in fear of Ritsu coming for him or her- to raise as a
fucking animal fending off of human flesh, blood and instigating on someone's
happiness!" Youji exclaimed, his tone of voice growing of intense emotions, cracking at
the last statement.
Just like how he did….
Youji shook his head violently, closing his eyes tightly as his unheeded cries of hurt and
couth inactions came undone, his tears trickling down his sleek cheekbones and began to
unravel his true emotions in front of his Fighter; his love; his dreams.
Natsuo frowned indignantly, taking Youji into his rising chest and let his best friend cry
onto his chest, releasing his emotional distraught plaguing his dreams every night since
that forsake, chilly November night. It was like it was happening all over again; the exact
tone of vindictive tone used against his will, the replicated sounds of oncoming cars
passing them in a blurred fashion and the sounds of the chain rustling against the soot,
dirt ground as his innocence was loss- by a man he trusted with much of his life and
believed would do no wrong. He was surely wrong. You never a person's true ways, since
they are always dissembling their truthful motives for living life [to the "fullest"] and
succeeding in their so-called lives.
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Ritsuka frowned, rubbing his curve side with another stinging pain emitting in his lower
abdomen. His fingers splayed as he rubbed his throbbing sides in lulling circles, shifting
to side and laid there, not budging from his position when they came to check on him
from time-to-time. Ritsuka ultimately stood up, walking around his room aimlessly when
the pains made him feel restless, hoping that it was only mere cramping up and that his
son wasn't going to make his entrance into the world so excruciating and so agonizing.
Ritsuka waddled arduously to the door, clinging to the door when the contraction raked
his body and almost sent him to his knees. He felt some dripping onto the carpet,
streaking down the carpet and something trickling down his leg. Ritsuka's eyes widened
in alert, endeavoring in calming himself down, but to no avail. Ritsuka began freaking
out, hyperventilating heavily as the contractions he currently was having grew worse,
sliding down to the floor on his back and stayed in that awkward position until he could
get up.
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Youji laid on Natsuo's lap, smiling as he felt his best friend trailing his bony fingers
through his long, flowy and poker straight, eccentric, electric-green hair, enjoying the
quality time he had to spend with his best friend, his Sacrifice and love; Youji Sagan.
Natsuo loved alone time with him, the secrets being revealed and the aroma in the air
every time- it made everything so saccharine and sentimental for them. He loved
everything about him and he couldn't help himself every time he looked at his delicate
frame and those gorgeous, shimmering eyes of him every time he lays them on his sun
kissed body. Those moments were perfect.
Ritsuka waddled downstairs gingerly, knowing that he would initiate some more damage
to his frail body if he fell downstairs. Youji notice his careful actions and looked up,
seeing Ritsuka's usually aloof and nonchalant expression disappear to a vulnerable,
careful face on as he clung to the railings.
Youji sat up quickly and frowned. "R…Ritsuka?"
"I…I…the baby's coming…call Soubi-kun, p-please…" Ritsuka stammered, clutching
the railings tightly.
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