A/N: I GRADUATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL IN... LIKE TWO WEEKS. SCARLET GRADUATES NEXT SATURDAY. HOLY CRAP, GUYS.

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Drabble the forty-fourth: Saeki/Fuji

"Um... Yuuta... what exactly is this?"

"It's a chicken egg," Yuuta explained.

"Well, I can see that." Fuji glanced at Saeki. "I just don't know why you have it, or why you've moved Alejandro and Nikita and put it on my cactus shelf. You know, my cacti are on a very strict sunlight schedule."

"Shut up, Aniki," Yuuta snapped. "Do you even realize the gravity of the current situation?"

"I certainly do. My dear cacti are being deprived of their food source by the second."

"I mean the fact that you're seventeen and pregnant, Aniki!"

"Oh. That." Fuji's hand went absently to his stomach. "What does the chicken egg have to do with that?"

"Look, Aniki. I've tried to talk you and Sae-san out of keeping the baby, to no avail. You're determined to be even more irresponsible than you were when you got knocked up in the first place. To be clear, I'm not doing this for you. I just want to be able to put my mind to rest that my niece or nephew will be well taken care of."

"Of course."

"So I want you and Sae-san to take care of this chicken egg until it hatches. If you can successfully keep it alive until then, I'll stop pestering you about keeping the baby."

Fuji smiled brightly. "Thank you, Yuuta! I promise I won't let you down."

"Whatever."

AA

"Yuuta?"

"Aniki, I'm on the bus, what do you need?"

"It's about the egg."

"What about it?" Yuuta asked, though from the tone of his brother's voice he could tell that it was nothing good.

"Well, you see, I moved it from the window and put it on my bed so Alejandro and Nikita could have their places back, and then Kojiroh and I started--well, you're much to young to know about it--"

Yuuta rolled his eyes. Fuji seemed to frequently forget that Yuuta was just a year younger than him.

"And we--er--rolled over onto it."

"...Is it still intact?"

"Not exactly."

"Aniki, it's been an hour."

"I know, Yuuta, and I'm terribly sorry. Will you still give us your blessing?"

"Are you kidding? If you don't manage to fall down the stairs before you even have the brat, you'll drop it on its head within a week of its birth!"

"So that's a no?"

Yuuta groaned in frustration and hung up.