A/N: We brought you Inui/Fuji Syusuke. We brought you Inui/Fuji Yuuta. And now… we bring you Fuji Yumiko/Inui! And yes, you read the order right.

By the way, folks, we know Yumiko is a girl. We're not idiots. We genderswitched her for the sake of the fic.

Disclaimer: Though Konomi-sensei is obviously a crackwhore (the good kind), I doubt even he would come up with something this weird.

Drabble the twenty-fifth: Yumiko/Inui

"You got who pregnant?"

"Inui Sadaharu."

"But you're so…so…"

"So what?"

"So GIRLY!"

The middle Fuji child smacked Yuuta's shoulder.

"N-not that that means anything, but I mean just…"

"Shut up before you get hit again."

Yuuta frowned.

"Do you seriously top?"

"Of course."

"That's so wrong."

"Why?"

"Because it just is!"

Yuuta was hit again.

"How are you so calm about all of this?"

"I practically raised you and Syusuke through your teenage years. If I can handle you two, then this won't be any trouble at all." Yumiko shrugged, bringing his teacup to his lips.

"Take good care of him, Nii-chan. I don't want to have to track down a new partner in my plans for world domination." Syusuke smiled at his older brother. "I'm happy for you."

-owari-

Okay, okay, we're kidding. We wouldn't put you through this three weeks in a row. So for the actual pairing, we have something fairly average.

The REAL Drabble the twenty-fifth: Sanada/Atobe

"Ore-sama cannot believe this!"

"What now, Keigo?"

"This one doesn't fit either!" Atobe stomped out of his closet with another shiny tango costume shirt in hand. He flung it onto the top of the growing pile at Sanada's feet.

"You're five month's pregnant. I would be worried if your tango shirts still fit you."

"But the competition is tomorrow and I need a shirt!"

"I still don't think you should do the competition." Sanada followed the heir into his extensive costume closet.

Atobe stood in front of the section of his closet that had previously held tango costumes. Now it was empty save a few empty hangers and a pair of pants. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to keep from crying.

"I can always ask Niou's sister if she'll partner with me for this one…" Sanada suggested cautiously.

"She's a horrible dancer! And some girl," he spat the word, "is not doing that dance with you," he hissed.

Sanada shivered at the glare Atobe directed at him.

"Excuse me, Atobe-sama, Sanada-san?" A quiet voice came from the closet entrance.

The two looked over to see a girl in one of the Atobe's servant uniforms carrying a tray with lunch.

"I couldn't help overhearing, but I think I could help you with your problem…" She set down the tray and picked of a few of the shirts.

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"And in first place, Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichirou!" the announcer shouted to the anxious crowd.

The pair walked onto the stage, Sanada taking the trophy and Atobe the microphone.

"I would like to thank my new personal seamstress, for making me this fabulous shirt!" The crowd looked uncomfortable, not sure if the heir was joking or not.

The shirt was a mostly black and white, with shiny swirls of fabric twisting every which way across it in every color of tango shirt he had ever owned. It was more suited to a pride parade than any other sort of public event.

"Oh!"

Sanada peered at his boyfriend curiously. A small smile drifted across the other boy's mouth.

"The baby kicked…"