It was close to three weeks later when Droite's parents decided to start sending invitations out to everyone in the area about the wedding, considering it was tomorrow and everything. I sighed loudly to myself as I brushed my hair upwards, using some of my hair gel to put it into position. My bangs, spiky as ever, were slicked up along with the blonde, and I frowned at the configuration. Seriously, why did I have to look like a guy for this shit? It seemed illogical. But then again, homophobia was common within the town, and we had to deal with it. As I sprayed my hair with hairspray, I heard Droite call out from the bedroom; rolling my eyes, I stuck my head out into the room, seeing her fiddling with her yellow sundress.

"Yes, Droite?" I questioned, holding the can in my hand. She gazed over her shoulder with a sheepish smile.

"Can you tie the sash?" she requested. I shrugged, coming out of the bathroom and going over to her. Standing behind her, I tied the sash around her waist, setting the pretty white flower in the front, right over her stomach. She gave me a peck on the lips after I had finished, and I smiled up at her.

"I can't believe this is already happening," I spoke, suddenly getting cold feet at the idea. "I'm not prepared for this."

"Kai, you're not the only one," she replied, plucking at her sash. She gave me a warm smile as I gazed up at her. "I'm scared to death of getting married, but if it's for you, then I'll do anything."

"I know, and that's why I love you." I glared at Galaxy, who was peering at us from his cage. I knew exactly what he would say if he were human. It'd be something bordering perverted and cute. Which is an odd combination, now that I think about it. I gave Droite one last kiss before opening my door and going downstairs, searching for my wallet, which she had purchased for me previously to replace my coin purse in order to hide my gender easier—although my slightly curvy figure wouldn't exactly hide it very well to begin with so...

I found the wallet lodged between the couch cushions, probably when Droite and I got a little... frisky out here and experimented with the furniture. I nearly giggled at the memory, since having sex on a coffee table is a lot harder than it looks in porn, trust me. It was plain hilarious revisiting the memory, and I snorted in amusement after finding one of my bras stuck behind the bookcase that I had moved in earlier in the week. Certainly explained where that piece of underwear had taken off to.

I rolled the undergarment up and tossed it onto the couch, yawning tiredly and dimly wondering how my father was doing. I hadn't heard from the hospital for a month, so I assumed he was now dead and/or transferring over to another hospital. But if he was dead, wouldn't social workers come around by now? Ugh, the American law system is too different from Japan's.

Droite's footsteps drew me away from the subject and I turned to see her fully ready, makeup and all. Her black hair was completely straightened, her bangs pinned up to the side of her head. I blushed at the sight, taken aback by her stunning appearance. She gave me a coy little smile, making the blush deepen.

"Ready to talk to my parents about the wedding tomorrow?" she inquired, and I groaned, shaking my head and making her laugh. "Don't worry, it's not going to be bad. Vector's arranged marriage wedding wasn't all that bad, if you exclude the parts where his friend Don got pissed off at him and tried strangling him."

"Sounds crazy," I commented dryly. Vector was the worst person on the planet to meet, next to his friend AKA the crazy bastard of the Thousand family, Don. Vector's wife, who went on nameless (I hadn't heard anything about her, considering I'd only ever seen the carrot-themed guy a couple times, by himself), seemed to calm the two enough, according to Droite.

"It can be," she responded, grabbing her keys, plus the spare that I had given her for the house. "Anyway... Ready to go?" I nodded, and together we headed to her car, the vehicle that would leave us to our fate.

…

As I entered the Yamamoto household, I gazed around curiously, hoping to god that Vector hadn't planted any water bombs or buckets full of fruit punch around the place. I didn't even need to see him to know that he was here; I could hear him loudly talking to somebody around the corner, and whoever it was stayed quiet most of the time. Droite sighed, exasperated as we turned the corner. I was surprised to see who was standing with the boy; none other than Rio Kamishiro stood with him, listening with a raised eyebrow and wearing a sparkly pink dress that hugged her figure until it reached knee level, where it exploded into many frills. She smiled sheepishly at Droite and I, and Vector paused within his ranting.

"Hey Kai," Rio said, quietly enough that only our little group caught it. Vector giggled behind his hand, and Rio sent him a nasty glare to shut him up. "I wasn't expecting you guys to come so early."

Droite nudged me before I could say anything. "It's a pleasure to see you, cousin-in-law," she said, hugging Rio. I widened my eyes at that, and Rio laughed as she and my fiancee pulled away from each other.

"Vector's my husband, Kaito," the Kamishiro girl said. "Although I've kinda kept it a secret from the school, and pretty much everyone else. Not my fault, you know, but I don't want to let anyone know how crazy my husband really is."

Vector, apparently, didn't mind the rude comment, choosing to laugh and snort himself into a wall and to the floor. I gazed at him with a careful expression, unconsciously shifting behind Droite. She smiled over her shoulder and reached back to grasp my hand in hers. I held her palm in mine tightly, my heart racing as I ran over what I was going to discuss with Droite's parents.

After a few more minutes of talking, one of the maids (Sara I believe her name was) came and got Droite and I, guiding us upstairs to the study. I followed behind Droite, nervously fiddling with my clothing. A black suit jacket and black jeans seemed appropriate enough, I supposed. Droite's parents had made it clear that the formality wasn't entirely needed, only that I wear something that at least resembled a suit of some sort. So here I was. Not exactly the best outfit, but it hid the fact that I was female well enough, so I went along with it.

Sara held open the large wooden door to the study, allowing Droite and I to enter. It was more like a library than anything else, a large variety of books placed in the bookcases lining the room, and some stacks of books lying around too. Two leather chairs, each placed in front of the fire place at a tilt, were where Droite's parents sat. Heartland and Cecilia were chatting nonchalantly as we came over to them, and Cecilia was first to notice us.

"Hey, you two," she greeted with a gentle smile, swiveling the chair and placing her cup down on the table between the two chairs. "How are you doing, Kaito?"

I blinked, taken aback but the sudden attention. "Uh, I'm... I'm fine. Tired, is all."

"I can imagine." She smiled smugly at Droite, who rolled her eyes in embarrassment. "Anyway, the wedding is tomorrow, and we decided to invite all of your friends."

"All of our friends?" Droite inquired, frowning at her mother. "Why, mom? I mean, that's great, but all of them?"

"Yes dear." As Heartland got out of his chair, his wife continued on. "Now, we decided on several things with our daughter, Kaito. We won't let you see what's been chosen, not until tomorrow, but we have gotten you a tuxedo for the wedding that we'd like to have you try on."

"O-Oh?" I questioned. Cecilia smiled, standing as well, but coming over to me instead of doing what Heartland was doing, going into the rows of bookcases to pick out a book to distract himself. "Well, can I try it on tomorrow?"

"We'd prefer it if you tried it on now." Cecilia gestured a couple maids over, who brought along with them a tuxedo that was fully black, excluding the deep violet collar. I blinked in shock, nausea suddenly gripping my stomach. Cecilia guided me away from Droite, who looked on with an expression of indifference. I glared at her before being led out of the room alongside the maids and the lady of the household.

After a few tense moments, Cecilia took me to a room that was elegantly painted, bright blues and golds decorating the walls and ceiling. I felt like I walked into something that was from Medieval Times. It was a dressing room, with a set of three mirrors placed in front of a white circular couch. I gulped heavily, wondering if I had to actually undress in front of these women-

"It's alright, Kai," Cecilia whispered as she shut the door behind me. "I know that you're not male."

I swung around, making myself dizzy in the process. "W-what do you mean?" I asked carefully, eyes wide. "Sure I'm small, but I'm definitely a guy, no joke."

She came over and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry, I don't object to my daughter marrying another girl." she smiled gently, kissing my forehead and making me relax. "Droite told me everything, and she thought she'd get a beating for it simply because of who my husband is. But no, I'm not like Heartland; you two are perfect for each other, and I know I'll be able to see Droite happy for once in her life."

I sighed, feeling weight lift from my chest. I looked up at Cecilia (what the hell was up with the Yamamoto family and their height?) and smiled. "Thanks, that means a lot to me." I was about to say more when the nausea resting in my stomach spread upwards, bile rising into the back of my throat. Covering my mouth, I looked around for a trash can before I puked everywhere. Cecilia noticed my condition and ordered one of the maids to grab the can from beside the door, and the maid barely made it to me before I gagged and emptied my stomach into the silver cylinder.

Kneeling down, I stayed in one position until the nausea lessened enough for me to actually comprehend what was going on. Tears running down my cheeks, I gazed over my shoulder to see Cecilia on her knees beside me, a hand on my shoulder and comforting me. Dizziness settled in, along with the fatigue I'd had all day but hadn't paid a single fuck to. Sighing, I held the can in my grip and wished that I hadn't just done that in front of my future mother-in-law.

"Honey, can I ask you something?" Cecilia asked quietly, rubbing my shoulder blades gently. I nodded, and she proceeded. "How have you been feeling, honestly?"

"Dizzy," I replied, thinking back a little bit to how I was reacting during the day. "Fatigue, although that's probably from school. And now the nausea. Although that showed up because of how nervous I was around you and Heartland." I raised an eyebrow as she whispered an order to the older of the two maids, who took off to a different room for something. "Why?"

"Kai, I'm a mother," she started. "My first child was stillborn, though, but I know exactly what the symptoms are for pregnancy."

My jaw dropped. "Pregnancy? What do you mean? Do you think I could be...?" Questions suddenly boiled in my mind; was that what happened during the party? Had I possibly gotten into it with Ryouga or did something else happen? "But I've only ever been with Droite."

"I know, but..." She didn't continue on. Confusion settled into my mind as I stared at her face. "Anything else that you failed to mention, such as, maybe a period?"

I blinked, trying to drag my mind away from the pregnancy talk and thinking over what she had asked. "Uh... Now that I think about it, I'm rather late, but I thought it was due to stress..."

"It's a possibility." The maid returned and handed Cecilia an elongated box made of black cardboard. "This is a test my husband's company developed. I want you to take it as soon as possible, alright? Maybe after we're done with the tuxedo try-on?"

Sheepishly, I nodded, wanting to sob in a corner as I took the box from her and shoved it under my jacket.

…

One of the Yamamto family's butlers drove me home, allowing me to absorb what had just happened. The box sat firmly against my stomach, having somehow managed to shift there in my movements after the dress-up thing with Droite's mom. My mind was still in shock, questioning the true events of the party. I sat there, looking out of the limo's window, until I managed to get enough sanity back to pull out my half-broken phone from one of the pockets and typed in Ryouga's number.

He picked up on the second ring, his voice grating. "What is it, Kai? Something happen?"

"Did you and I have sex at the party a few weeks ago?" I asked, not caring that it was extremely blunt.

Caught off guard, he took a few seconds to reply. "No, I'm pretty sure about that. I mean, Rio and I did run over you two going at it, but we didn't interfere; we were simply trying to find a room to sleep in and that's kinda what we discovered."

"Oh. Okay, thanks for the info." I shut off the phone before he could answer. However, it did nothing to alleviate the stress I was feeling. If he hadn't knocked me up, then who did? He only said that Droite and I had had sex at the party, that's it.

Okay, I needed to stop before I gave myself a panic attack. Besides, it couldn't be possible that I was pregnant; I hadn't even taken the test yet and I knew that it would be negative. Thanking the butler as we pulled up to my house, I exited the limo and hurried inside, phone and box in hand as I threw the front door open. I heard Galaxy squawk from upstairs, and I called back to him, smiling and temporarily forgetting that I had an issue to take care of.

After a quick dinner of ramen (again) and milk, I got into my pajamas and sat down on my bed, the purple box I had bought weeks ago and the one Cecilia had given me sitting side by side beside me. I looked at them for a few moments, swallowing my fear and taking the newer, and fancier, one into my grip, opening the lid and finding the odd, plastic stick inside, along with instructions.

The one thing I did know was that I had to pee on the damn thing, which would then give me results. I swallowed hard, my damp palms nearly losing grip on the test and its instructions. Galaxy gave me a peculiar look, and I gazed at him with a frown.

"Let's hope for the better," I said, shaking the test in midair while getting off my bed. I nearly forgot the other test, plucking it up from the mattress and then rushing to the bathroom. I did as the instructions said, peeing on the thing (which took some experimentation to actually do correctly) and lying it on the side. I did the same with the other test, with what little urine I had left in my bladder.

With the tests sitting next to each other on the counter, I paced the bathroom, running my hands through my gel-slicked hair. I decided to ignore the tests for now and stripped my clothing off, desperately wanting a shower.

I kept my mind off of what lay on the counter, but I knew that eventually, I'd have to look at them.

Ooooh! What's gonna happen next, folks? Find out next chapter! Review.

Also, as a side note: this story takes place in 2034. Just so you know.

And to answer my friend's question: NaNoWriMo is a writing contest that happens annually, every November. Basically you write 50,000 words (a full novel) in the month of November. Trust me, it's a lot harder than it sounds.