Eleven: One word
This one word would determine the rest of my life
Gently holding my stomach I impatiently watched the small hand of the clock tick. How long had it been since I began watching it? A minute? Two? It felt like forever. The hands inside the device that were shaped as small negi seemed to taunt me and purposfully slow they're movements. Just because they knew how important the following minutes would be for me. As soon as that hand clicked past the large bold number twelve at the head of the circle and alerted that I had to wait no longer. That the answer of my very future would fall upon that very second.
Why was it me that had to sit here and wait? Why was it me that had to sweat, and worry, and bite the teal nail polish off my nails? Why was it I that had to carry on this act in secret in fear of what my sisters would say? What my own mother would say? What my classmates would think of me if the answer came to be the one I didn't ask for.
What would he say?
No. I know exactly what he would say. He would use that beautiful mouth of his to tell me I was no longer needed in his life. He would never stay with me in this part of my life. I understand that now. After all...he got what he wanted from me. All he ever wanted from me. Because I was foolish enough to be clouded by the thought of love between he and I. But the love never came. Just lust.
Every night. He'd come to my bedroom window and knock. I'd let him inside without a second thought and wouldn't even give me time to shut the window again before his lips were on mine. His hands around my waist, slowly trailing down to my hips as our tongues intertwined. And he would pick me up and only set me down when my back was firmly against the matress of my bed.
Do I regret that? Most girls would say yes. But I don't. Because...for a while...I felt what I would like to think as love. His brand of love. And it felt good. GOD it felt amazing. His mouth all over me, his hands tracing patterns on my bare skin. Him claiming me as his over and over again until I was screaming his name.
But that act was all he was in this for. Body. Heart. What's the difference, anyway?
There. The ticking of the clock. Finally drawing a close on the almighty twelve.
I sigh as I sit up from the side of my tub and hestitantly make my way over to the sink. Closing my eyes I take hold of the device that will control my future and pick it up off the counter.
This is it. Whatever the answer is, I musn't hold back from him. Though I know the fate of the hurtful arguments we will have later. Though he'll take my heart that I presented to him and rip it in two. Though he'll probably never be there for me again.
Taking a deep breath, my eyes open and something dropped in my stomach. Wether it was my shock, my disapointment, or...it, I didn't know.
All I knew was that tiny little word staring back up at me. That one word that filled my mind as my hand found itself over my stomach.
'Pregnant.'
An- Yeah, ok. So Ura Omote Lovers has been out for like, what? A year? AND THERE'S NO FIC ABOUT IT YET? (I think. I haven't seen one.) So this short little drabble will be for Miku and her new baby.