Chapter 26!: Exciting News!

Yuki stared at me expressionlessly.

'...What...?' She conjured up after a while. 'Wh... What did you say...?'

'You're pregnant...' I repeated, my hands shaking. Yuki looked spaced out, then she threw her arms around my neck.

'Bonus on two halves!' I laughed, and hugged her back.

'Wait... two halves, un?' I asked after a moment.

'One half, we're having a baby! The other half...' She trailed off. 'Ah shizz.'

'What is it, un?' I asked, brushing my fingers against her cheek.

'My father...'

'Oh...' I looked at the floor briefly. 'We should tell him...'

'No!' Yuki laughed. 'I didn't mean that! I meant we'll have to move out. This means we'll have to find my mom.'

'Ohhh...'

'But yeah.' Yuki murmured. 'We will have to tell him...'

'Tell me what?' I looked up at Madara, who was stood in the doorway, his arms crossed.

'Uh...' Yuki stammered.

'Yuki-Chan...' He murmured. 'No offence, but you've gained weight...' He pointed one finger at Yuki's stomach.

'DAD!' Yuki yelled, 'I am not fat! I'm pregnant!' Slowly, realisation took over Madara's face.

'You're... Pregnant...?' He whispered, and I pushed my mouth to one side. This didn't look too good... His eyes shifted to me, and my body tensed. It was one of his dark glares.

'Dad...?' Yuki murmured, slinking an arm around my waist.

'Is he the...' Madara trailer off.

'I hope so...' I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my head. A silence devoured us, then all of a sudden, Madara started grinning, and hugged Yuki.

'Congratulations, Daughter!' He laughed, and Yuki hugged him tightly. 'So I'll be a grandfather... Wow.' He pulled back and smiled at his daughter, the corners of his eyes crinkling up into a smile. 'Time has gone since I was cradling you in my arms, Yuki-Chan.' Yuki smiled at her father.

'Time has, indeed, gone by.' She murmured, and he kissed her forehead.

'Well...' He said, pulling away from her. 'You'll have to consider moving into that house soon, then.' He gave a final grin, and then walked out of the room. I stared at the doorway, then a thought crept into my head, and my eyes widened. Then I fell back into a sitting position on the bed.

Yuki

I turned to see Deidara sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide, and he seemed slightly stricken. I sat beside him, and put an arm around his shoulders, but he didn't budge.

'Deidara?' I spoke softly, but Deidara's head whipped round to look at me, and he seemed alarmed. I jumped back a little. 'A- are you okay, Deidara-kun?' I reached out and touched his shoulder.

'I- I...' Was all he was able to project. He faced me for a few more moments, before lowering his head, and bumping it onto my shoulder.

'What is it?' I urged him onwards, hugging him.

'I just... I can't...' He stammered, and looked up at me, small tears hinted on his cheeks, but he was smiling. 'I mean... I'm gonna... I'm gonna be a dad, Yuki-Chan... un...' I smiled at him, and hugged him tighter.

'I know...!' Even now, I felt the excitement bubble up inside me. Deidara kissed the top of my head, and I nuzzled against him, both of us immersed in tears of happiness.

'Okay, well...' The doctor murmured. 'It looks like you're around... four to five months pregnant...' Deidara's jaw dropped.

'Seriously?' He coughed, and the doctor nodded. 'How did we not notice, un?' He questioned, glancing at me.

'Well... I did...' I murmured truthfully. 'But I didn't want to point it out, just in case I really was fat...' Deidara smiled lopsidedly.

When we both left the doctors room, we trudged down the hallway, and saw Shikamaru, Sakura, Naruto and Sasuke stood at one of the tables. Shikamaru had his palms flat on the table, and was murmuring something to the others. He averted his dark gaze when we padded past, and gave us a grin. Team 7 turned to look at us, while Deidara padded over between my brother and Naruto, to talk to Sasuke. He obviously was talking about me, because Naruto looked at me, and then took a double take.

'W- whoa, Yuki!' He gasped. 'You're in here for eating too much?' Deidara's dark glare cast to the younger blonde kid, and he walloped him on the top of his head, causing the nine-tails Jinchûriki to sink to the floor.

'You Dumbass!' He growled. 'She's pregnant! Not fat, un!' Shikamaru chuckled.

'Reminds me of when Naruto thought Kurenai-sensei was fat...' He sighed. 'That was such a drag...'

Yeah, well, Shikamaru, everything's a damn "drag" with you.' Naruto muttered, Deidara shooting him another glare which made him back down.

'Dei...' I murmured, and he padded over, resting his arms around my shoulders, looking down at me. 'We have to go...' He nodded, and with one arm around my shoulders, we walked down the corridor, waving to the old team.

Half way down, we walked past a tall, slim woman, with fiery red hair, cropped, but it still flopped over her face. I thought I had seen her from somewhere, but shook it off. It was about five to ten seconds after I realized who she was, and I turned to face her, but she had already turned to look at me.

Her black eyes stared intently at my own, and a smile lingered on her lips. Deidara turned to look at her too, then looked down at me.

'Who's that...?' He murmured. 'Do you know her, un?'

'D- Deidara...' I turned my head slightly, so I could look at him. 'I... I think... I think that's my mom...' Deidara's eyes widened, and he looked back up at her. Rather than staring at me, she started walking towards us, and stopped roughly one and a half metres away.

'Yuki Niiro?' She murmured, and I nodded.

'Myra... Right...?' I said, barely a whisper, but the red-haired woman nodded. 'So you're... My mom...?'

'I did tell you I was still alive, hmm?' She smiled, and pulled me into a soft hug.

'M- mom...' I whispered. When she pulled away, I smiled up at her. 'Just you wait until father finds out you're still here!' He face dulled.

'He doesn't need to know, honey.' She muttered.

'What?' I asked. 'Why?'

'Yuki...' She sighed. 'Let's talk about this elsewhere...' I nodded, and we walked outside to sit on a bench.

'Why won't you let dad know...?' I urged her, yet her eyes were grave.

'Yuki...' She murmured sadly. 'In all truth... The reason you never met your father... It's because we had an argument just a few months after you were born...' He eyes were filled with sadness.

'But... Dad's heartbroken about you...' I murmured, looking at the floor. 'If I try to talk about you... He trails off, and changes the subject.' Her head turned towards me, and I could just tell her eyes were wide. 'Mom you... you have to see him again...' I looked up at her sadly, and she looked away.

'Yuki-Chan...' She whispered. 'It's... I just can't do that...'

'Why not?' I stood up. 'Do you understand how he feels about you?'

'He doesn't care.' My mom muttered.

'What makes you think that?' I said, my voice raising.

She replied; 'Because when he walked out the house, the last time before the Clan was annihilated, he told me he hated me.'

'Mom.' I put my hands on her shoulders. 'He cares about you.' She looked away. 'I'm sorry, but he does. Sometimes I hear him at night. He prays for you. He really does.' I sighed. 'I said this to Itachi; don't dawdle in the past. It'll trip you up, and you'll find it hard to get going again."' My mom looked up at me.

'Fine.' She muttered, then a smirk replaced the grimace. 'But if your father ends up as a head on a stick, it wasn't me.'

'Fair enough...' I muttered, and turned to Deidara, who was leaning against a tree. 'Let's go.' He nodded, and stepped away from the tree, walking ahead of us a few paces. My mom edged closer to me.

'Who's that?' She murmured.

'Oh... That's Deidara.' I smiled. 'He's my husband.'

'So, this is Deidara?' She smirked. 'You have nice taste, Yuki.' I semi-glared at her.

'What are you getting at?' I hissed, and she grinned darkly.

'I'm only saying he has a nice butt.' She laughed, and Deidara turned his head slightly. I slapped my mom's shoulder.

'He's way too young for you...' I returned her grin. 'Plus, I got there first.' My mom stuck her tongue out at me, and then before I knew it, we were stood outside the Tatami house. My father was sat outside reading Konoha's newspaper, wearing his reading glasses at the tip of his nose. He looked up at us as I clicked open the gate. His gaze was soft, then it showed mass confusion. He put the magazine to the side along with his reading glasses, and stood up. My mom was crying. I heard her faint whimpers from beside me.

'M... Myra...?' Madara murmured, and his eyebrows dropped. My mom's hand covered her mouth, and the tears streamed down her face. My father started walking towards her, then broke into a jog before sprinting across the garden towards us. When he came close enough, I noticed tears were running down his face, too. Immediately, he coiled his arms around my mom's waist, and he was pulling her body into his, crying into her hair.

'I- I'm s- so s- so-r-ry...' My mom stammered, and my dad simply shook his head, kissing her hair.

'I'm the one who's sorry...' He gasped, and pushed his mouth down into the crook of her neck. He looked up at me, his eyes a thankful gaze. Deidara snaked an arm around my waist, and pulled me into him, smiling. My dad then pulled his face away from my mom's neck, and then crashed his lips to hers. Deidara tugged ne along-side him, leaving my parents be, and around the house to the porch swing. He sat on it first, then pulled me onto his lap, so I was sat on his lap, but my legs were resting on the chair.

'Well.' He murmured. 'That went well, un.'

'Indeed.' I replied, snuggling against him. 'But I wonder how Toshiko and Pain are...'

Toshiko

I was sidling along the hallway of the Akatsuki's house, when Konan dashed up to me, and gushed;

'Pain said to meet you in his room.' And then she dashed off, leaving me slightly bewildered. I turned, knowing Pains room was the other way, and I was, in fact, at the end of the hall. I reached forwards, then grabbed the handle of the door, and pushed it down. The door creaked open, and I slunk inside the black room.

'Pain...?' I murmured. Silence. I walked forwards, and after a few steps, hit my knee on the bed leg. 'OUCH!' I yelled, grabbing my leg, and hopping around on the spot. Something behind me moved, but before I could turn my head to see what it was, I saw a faint flash of blue, red and white, before it hit the centre of my back, sending me crashing into a wall, my bloodcurdling scream was the last I heard, before plunging into the blackness known as oblivion.

Pain

I froze, a scream echoing down the hall. I turned my head towards the noise, which was coming from upstairs. It sounded like a girls scream.

'It's probably Kisame messing about again...' I grumbled, and turned to walk up the stairs. When I reached the landing, a loud thud came from my room. I eyed the door suspiciously, then noticed the door was ajar. I crept forwards, in a fighting stance, then placed one palm flat on my door.

'Leader-Sama?'

'WHO THE HELL.' I jumped, and span around, my eyes wide with fright, and a kunai clenched in my hand. Kisame backed away from me, palms facing me. I stood straight.

'Stay.' I ordered, and he nodded. I put my back to the door, counted to three, then jumped in, grabbing the first thing my hands touched. The scream that came from my touch, and pull (I gathered it was someone's hair), sounded quite satisfying. I reached back and flicked the light switch.

'Pain-Sama!' Konan yelled. 'Let go of my hair!' I stared at her.

'You were screaming?' I murmured.

'Yyyyyyyeaaahhh...' Konan twitched her mouth up into a nervous smile.

'Well.' I muttered, dropping her to the floor. 'That was a lie.'

'Ouch.' Was the mumble I got back, and then I looked around the room and my body tensed.

'What... Happened here...' I whispered, and heard movement behind me, so I swung around to face Konan, who had backed away a few paces.

'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?' I roared at her, and she went down to her knees.

'P- Pain S- S-ama...' She stammered. 'I- I...' I turned back, and knelt down, pulling Toshiko's unconscious body into my lap.

'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?' I yelled, tears streaming down my face. Konan bowed her head, and covered her face with her hands.

'I- I'm so s- sorry, Leader-Sa-'

'I DON'T EVEN WANT TO FUCKING HEAR IT!' I yelled, and buried my face into Toshiko's crimson hair. 'I just... Don't want to hear you... See you...' My voice quietened. 'Konan...' A small growled rippled through my throat. 'Leave...' I glared up at her face, which was covered with tears, and emblazed with surprise.

'Just leave...' She hesitated. 'That's an... an order...' With no further hesitation, she span around, and, with so much as a sob, she was gone in a swish of black and red material. I sat there, for god knows how long, crying into Toshiko's burgundy hair, cursing Konan.

'What the hell did she do to you...?' I whispered, over and over. The door creaked open, and I lifted my head slowly, rocking Toshiko back and forth. Kisame looked down at us, and shook his head sadly.

'That Konan...' He whispered. Nothing more needed to be said from him. He, too, was crying. Kisame and Toshiko were good friends, and I understood what it was like for him to see her like this, fading away slowly in my arms, as I felt the same pain.

I put my hand over Toshiko's heart, and felt it beating slowly. But it was slowing rapidly. I leant over her, and picked her body up, and carried her past Kisame, and out of the house.

I took her to Nagato. He was the only person who could revive Toshiko. Nagato was the one who revived me, and now I wanted him to help me. Thankfully, he agreed.

I had to wait back at the house, and three days passed until I got a call from him.

'Nagato says you can go to him...' Konan murmured one morning. I was still angered at her, so I simply nodded with a "Hn." I walked past her, and out the door, following the track, then turning down the path only myself, Nagato and Konan knew of. Nagato was now situated in the place where the Akatsuki lair once was. I padded down the cliff, and stood in front of the large rock, which moved as I neared. On the other side, was Nagato, standing next to someone similar to him, but female. I looked from Nagato, to the girl, who had pale blue rinnegan eyes, a single piercing through her nose, one on her cheek, and one on her eyebrow. She was staring at me, slightly bemused, and then I broke down.