It's a nightmare.

It's a miracle.

He's a monster.

That was what the doctors, the nurses and his parents had said at Kise's birth. Obviously, Kise didn't recall any of this... he was only just born. Still, he knew of what happened as if it were etched into his memory.

"How could this be?" his mother had been crying, her shoulders shaking and handkerchief soaked in her tears.

"Are you sure it isn't some mistake?"

Kise's father wrapped a strong arm around his wife and faced the doctor with shocked but steady eyes.

The doctor shook his head, confirming their fears. "The x-rays we've taken proven that your daughter...or son, whichever you prefer has developed an extremely rare condition."

Both parents grew solemn at the news. How was this possible? For nine months, they had been expecting another new beautiful girl to their family... and now...

"Mr. and Mrs. Kise," the doctor cleared his throat, "I know that I am in no position to say anything but... will the two of you listen to my professional judgement?"

"Please, doctor," Kise's father had urged. This was too much for him and his beloved to handle on their own.

Lowering his mask, the doctor flipped through pages on his clipboard, "I believe that the two of you should raise this child as a boy. I understand that you've been expecting a daughter, but it's a fact that she's developed physically as a man."

"Also," he flipped to another page, including an x-ray and detailed notes, "the only female attributes the child has is the uterus. Tests have not yet determined if it'll work, or if he'll have the necessary hormones to carry. Basically, what I'm saying is that the chances are that he – I mean the child, will be able to live life as a normal boy."

"My baby," the blonde woman croaked, "Let me see my baby, first, please."

He hesitated, but then silently the blue-cloaked doctor walked over to the incubator room and tenderly scooped up the sleeping infant. He marveled at the small creature, so small, innocent... defenceless. Without his parents' love, how could he ever hope to survive in this cruel world?

Back in the room, into the woman's thin arms he lowered the baby with a sad gentleness.

He watched as the new mother raised a long, thin finger to stroke the infant's cheeks. As a practitioner in this business for several years, he was able to see the uncertainty in her heart battle against her unconditional maternal love for the newborn.

"What long eyelashes," she cooed, "If he was born a girl, she'd be so beautiful."

The blonde father fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Here," his wife said, handing the large man the warm baby she held.

Nervously, he accepted. To his surprise, the eyelashes of the child fluttered, and soon he found large amber eyes, like his own, stare at him.

"He looks like he'd grow up beautiful, even as a man," he said.

The child let out a laugh.

"He seems to agree," the blonde woman sighed when her husband passed their baby back into her arms.

"How do you feel," she whispered to the smiling infant pensively, "How would you feel if we raised you as a boy, Ryouta?"

A small fist lightly touched the mother's cheek, before opening into a palm and tapping it.

"I guess that's decided then..." she murmured, tears welling in her own tired eyes once again.

The doctor watched as the family embraced closely and felt his own tears form, "I'm sure he'll grow up as a normal boy. I'll pray for your happiness."

Kise Ryouta did indeed, grow up as a normal boy. Girly, but a boy nonetheless. He liked females, he played sports well, he was handsome and well built. No one would have expected his birth to be as dramatic as it was. No one would have needed to know... not even the boy himself. That is, not until Kise met Aomine. For an unknown reason, the blonde boy grew unexplainably attracted to the blue haired youth. Somehow, his feelings were also returned and they fell so deeply in love that no one could separate them, no matter what tactics they used. This fact – his parents would be lying if they had said they didn't worry about it. The doctor had dismissed their fear though, informing them that Kise's annual body check had shown no changes in his hormones and that they could pass their son off as a gay, bisexual or pansexual – whatever they chose. So worry they did not, nor did they tell their son of his rare condition. They were happy as long as he was, and didn't want to ruin that.

Except, it seemed that the body check was just a little too outdated.

On that early summer's day of his sixteenth year, Kise was rushed to the hospital, unbeknownst by most people. He had been vomiting and had been feeling terribly nauseous; his body temperature had risen suddenly; he suffered through headaches, unusual fatigue, light headedness and stomach pain. After several tests and questions, the doctor had his diagnose.

The impossible had happened.

Kise Ryouta was pregnant.

It was a nightmare.

It was a miracle.

He was a monster.

But she was a miracle and for some reason, he couldn't abort her.

So he kept her, pondering what he should do in the mean time. Being so muscular, the bump did not show on him as it may have on women. Aomine noticed some changes, but never pushed him. This made the model feel guilty for not immediately telling him. He scolded himself each night, promising to do so the next day only to use the excuse that it wasn't the right time. That's right, he feared rejection. He didn't know how his boyfriend would react and he didn't want to be hated by the sole person he loved the most. He was a freak of nature, not quite male and not quite female. Such a person, the other man would hate his guts and never want anything to do with him ever gain... Well... that's the reason he gave to his family and friends, as well as to himself on the days that his hormones made too unbearable anyways. Deep down inside, Kise knew that he had another reason, although he didn't consciously admit it until another summer's day.

For a while already, they had known that Aomine had been scouted to go to America. Kise also promised to go with him, because he couldn't refuse without telling his lover about his pregnancy. Obviously, being pregnant meant that he wouldn't be able to go because he'd have to give birth overseas then, without the support of his close ones. So, on that bitter afternoon, he broke up with the future pro.

Why?

He told his parents that it was because he was too much of a coward to tell the man.

Really?

He told his friends to keep it a secret because he thought Aomine would want him to get an abortion.

But his heart told him, that although all of these fears were justified, he who had loved the tanned man knew the truth. The blue haired man would have been angry yes, and yes he'd be shocked into silence, of course. He would not leave Kise alone, though. No, after being left alone to think things through, he would get off that plane and refuse the American team. Some would have called the blonde overconfident, but you get to know things when you gain a connection as deep as his was to Aomine's.

And this, was the real reason Kise left him... because more than being hated, more than anything, Kise didn't want to be the reason that Aomine gave up on his dreams.

Ten months later on that spring morning, a miracle was born.

He named her Taki.

Ta from Ryouta, because she had his blonde hair.

Ki from Daiki, because she had his blue eyes.

Kise (secretly Aomine) Taki, became the first child to have been conceived by two men. Kise Ryouta, her papa and birth mother all in one, and Aomine Daiki, the father who never knew.

The blonde man pushed the red button on the grey remote and heard the television close with a chime. With one hand, he brushed his bangs back and looked down. Peacefully, he found his little girl sleeping soundly, back against his muscular chest, on his lap between his long, crossed legs. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted the tired child off him and carried her out of the living room. The two of them made their way up the stairs – Kise being careful not to wake her. When they reached the second door from the end of the hall, he shifted Taki's weight to his left arm and turned the knob on the door. Inside, was a room painted light blue. On the walls were painted objects – clouds, birds, rainbows, airplanes – the theme was the sky. Smiling, he let the girl down on her bed, resting her head on the soft pillow much too large for her head and tucked her in beneath her comforter. Kise then leaned down to kiss his angel on the forehead and then glanced at the window. The blinds were closed, but what caught his eyes was the yellow paint the surrounded the white framed glass. Reminiscing, he remembered that he was trying to make it the sun. Taki had adored the idea when she turned old enough to talk. She said that when it was morning, it really felt like her window was the sun, giving her light.

Yes, this room was their little project. Like father, like daughter, the two of them loved the sky and the promise of freedom it gave. For Kise, this room was the remnant of his dream of becoming a pilot. Still, he yearned to fly in the wide blue, but now it was impossible. He had a child to care for; it wasn't like he could bring her along on every flight. Stroking her long hair, he thought that she was worth it though. He didn't hate his modelling job, and it paid well. Moreover, no amount of flying could compare to each moment of watching Taki grow. He actually wished he didn't have to work so he could spend all of his time with her. Each second she grew a little older, a little wiser.

The blonde chuckled to himself as he thought about how lonely he'd be when she would begin acting independently. As excited as he was to see her one day develop into the fine young woman he knew she'd become, in his heart he knew he'd miss these days of cuddling and watching her sleep.

Kise glanced at the glowing green numbers that came from Taki's digital clock. Already, it was midnight. He'd need to sleep now if he was to be able to wake up and make breakfast for the two of them tomorrow. The day care centre offered breakfast, but the dad preferred for the two of them to enjoy their morning meal together.

"Guess who I met today during gym time, papa!"

"The bad man – oh wait, I meant Ahomine-sensei!"

"Ahh, he's actually not that bad of a guy, you know, papa. Plus, he's all right at basketball," she laughed, "Not as good as me though!"

While walking to his room, his mind drifted to dinner's conversation. Without his knowledge, Akashi and Kuroko had come up with some sort of plan. He wasn't exactly sure what sort of goal they had, and Akashi had blown him off when he called earlier saying "Tetsuya and I are... a little busy right now. Call again in the morning, Ryouta," and then he heard Kuroko ask who it was – who was then quickly shut up with what Kise perceived as a kiss – before the receiver's disconnect tone cut the line.

Checking the time, it was technically 'tomorrow' but Kise didn't feel like calling the couple up. He'd only end up annoying the pair, which actually sounded kind of tempting right now. Frustrated, he curled up on his bed and sighed. He was doing a lot of that recently too.

Frankly, the blonde wasn't completely oblivious to what they were planning. Clearly, they had known that Taki spends much of her time in the care of the centre, because he needed to work. So by hiring Aomine, it could only mean that they were trying to get him close to his daughter, as well as vice versa. Kise reluctantly praised them as it seemed to be working. Taki was stubborn like her tanned father, but Kise knew that she had grown attached to him. It wasn't wrong... Aomine deserved the time and love of his little girl, even if he didn't know her true identity, but Kise didn't like it.

Five years should have made him a new man, yet still he loved with the same intensity as he did all those years ago. It took all of his will power not to break down at their reunion. Now that he's seen the happiness Taki felt with her other father, he wished with all his heart that he could go right now and run into the larger man's arms to confess everything, burdening him and forcing the pro to take him back.

This would interfere with the pro's basketball career, he knew that, but he still wanted to do it.

And he hated himself for that.

Aomine found it strange as to how invested he was in this summer job of his. Only for the remainder of the month did he have to work with these brats, yet he slaved even after his coaching hours in order to come up with different ways to help them improve themselves. For some reason, the more time he spent with them, the greater the urge to hone them into amazing players grew. Sure, they weren't exactly genius material like his middle school team was, but he understood that the generation of miracles were one in ten million. These kids that he was working with now – they were the future, and could go far with hard work.

The one-on-one matches afterwards with his star pupil also made things more exciting. Taki and he formed a sort of routine. After gym was over, they'd tidy up the room (Akashi scolded him for not cleaning up on his first day) before walking over to the cafeteria to buy their drinks in advance. Then, they'd return to the gym and play one-on-one games until the blonde's body gave up or Kise showed up.

For the first couple days, they played with the mini-sized equipment. One day though, before class started, Taki snuck in and saw him doing layups with the regular hoop and ball. Since then, she'd refuse to play with him unless they used the "big kid stuff."

The large, orange ball looked awkward in her tiny hands but she could still perform fairly well, impressing the experienced pro. He could tell that Kise had played with her a lot, inheriting the blonde's passion. Although still, shooting posed a problem. So, he'd negotiate with her (in Aomine's world, that meant ruthlessly commanding the child with no room for 'buts' or complaints, along with a good old threat of him never playing with her again). Some days, they'd practice everything but shooting using the regular sized ball. On the others, they'd have scoring practices with the fun-sized equipment. To their delight, this schedule worked out well for the aspiring player, who got better at a tremendous pace.

Stretching his arms, Aomine noticed that he had worked through the night. Thankfully, tomorrow (actually today) was Saturday. He flopped onto his soft hotel bed and fell to sleep, not planning to wake up until evening.

A loud ringing cut through his sleep, and Aomine struggled to open his groggy eyes. Swearing, he reached to his bed side table and checked to see the caller's ID. It read, Akashi.

"What do you want, Akashi?" he groaned.

"Daiki!" A cheerful voice startled the pro, "What've you been doing? You sound dead."

"Sleeping," he yawned, "The hell 'ave you been doing? You sound drunk."

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Yup. Definitely drunk.

"What do you want?" Aomine wanted nothing to do with a drunk Akashi. When his former captain was intoxicated, he was the most cheery bastard ever, which scared him even more than the sadistic, normal one.

"Akashi-kun," Kuroko's voice spoke in the background, "Let me talk to him."

"You're making me jealous, Tetsuya," the red head slurred, "Give me a kiss first or I'll kill you."

Aomine heard static as the phone on the other side was shuffled around, "Ah, sorry about this Aomine-kun, but we need to ask you for a favour."

"Spit it out already, Tetsu."

"Could you pick us up? We're too drunk to drive, and we promised Kise-kun we'd babysit Taki-chan tonight, who is at our home with a nanny right now."

"What? Why do I have to be your chauffer? And if a nanny is babysitting, how the hell does that count as you two helping out in any way?"

"Are you going to not do as Akashi-kun asks? I won't pressure you, but I'll have to tell him this when he's sober..."

"One day, I'm going to kill the two of you, I swear!"

"I love you too, Aomine-kun."

He could hear Akashi yell "Tetsuya, are you cheating on me? Tell me who he is, I'll kill him," and the sound of scissors in the background.

Hanging up abruptly, Aomine kicked off his sheets and put on his t-shirt. Before hanging up, Kuroko had told him that their car was parked at the center and Momoi would have the keys. Annoyed, he obediently left his room, on his way to the subway on route to his summer work place.

"That worked rather well, Akashi-kun," the blue haired boy said, cheek on his hand.

Akashi smirked, "Of course it did. My acting was first rate."

Amused, the red head swished the contents of his glass and took a small sip. It was only his second drink that night.

"I wonder how he'll react when he arrives," Kuroko mused.

"Mm, shocked probably," he laughed, "What a predicament he will be in, wanting to run away but being unable to."

Next to the two men, there was a pile of shot glasses, and a sleeping man surrounded by them. Akashi plays with a strand of the man's blonde hair and murmurs, "I wish you the best of luck, Ryouta. We pray for your happiness."

Right after, the two men got up and left the bar.

Ten minutes later, a tanned man came in, looking for them with the help of a waiter who directed him to their table... only to find the sleeping blonde.

A/N: So here's Kise's (kind of) back story! To begin with, I'd like to say I apologize for my strange and unbelievable write up about Kise's body. I'm fully aware that it's not possible.. but the prompt said for a pregnant Kise so... there we go xD. I tried my best to make it seem like a believable tale for a fic. I also have no medical knowledge besides for emergency first aid so... please don't question the strangeness of all this too much xD

Also, there's Kise's reason for breaking up with Aomine! Was that at least a realistic/relatable one? I tried ! T^T. Sure, he might not have made the best decision, but you can see that he regrets it too. Afterwards, it ends with AkaKuro forcing the two to spend a little time together too. Hmm, what will happen now? I'm as curious as you guys xD.

Lastly, I'M SO SORRY TO ALL AKASHI FANS LOL. I can't write Akashi-sama.. I'm not worthy of Akashi-sama... But.. but... a drunk Akashi acting all lovey is cute isn't he? I DON'T REGRET IMAGINING IT.

See you guys next chapter~