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There will also be detailed sex scenes and possible violence, as well as bad language and slang words. This is/will be an mpreg (male pregnancy) story, so if this offends you please do not read it and turn back now.
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Bold is for English.
Chapter Thirteen: Freaks.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Keigo had finally gotten his head around what Ryoga was growling at him, "What 'knocking up' are you talking about? He's a man!" he grabbed Ryoga's hand and shook it off from himself.
Ryoga looked surprised for a second, but then a feral grin bloomed on his face. "Ohhh… So you don't know? Ryoma did say he kept quiet about himself to you. Ahahaha! So you don't know, huh?" he walked to the sleeping model and brushed the green tinted hair away from Ryoma's closed eyes. "My baby brother isn't a normal male, you know."
Keigo's eyes widened in surprise to what the other male was saying right now, but before he could retort Ryoga talked again. "You see…" he said, hands gently covering Ryoma's ears, "He's what you'd call a freak."
The tenseness in room could almost be touched. Keigo's eyes were frozen on the elder Echizen, wide and filled with confusion, even some anger towards Ryoga could be found, if one were to search deeper. But Ryoga didn't even spare a glance at his brother's ex. He merely looked at Ryoma's relaxed face, a far-away look in his eyes.
"You know, Ryoma didn't want to tell you. Since you would be disgusted by it and would reject him. Hah!" his voice had that tinge of bitterness and hidden rage, "Well, since you've already made my little brother suffer I guess it would only be fair to let you know, just what you made him go through."
"What do you mean?" Keigo stepped a few steps back and sat down, he didn't want to seem weak, but for some reason he couldn't stand anymore.
A frightening laugh broke out of Ryoga's mouth, his hands finally letting go of Ryoma's ears. "What am I talking about, you ask? Are you deaf, fucker? I told you already, you knocked him up and then dumped his ass."
Keigo tch-ed and glared at Ryoga's profile, his blue eyes burning holes into the other's head. "And like I already told you, males can't be impregnated. You're spouting bullcrap." He turned his head away from the two brothers and sighed, "Besides, the one who did the dumping was Ryoma."
"Because you didn't give a shit about him anymore!" Ryoga raised his voice and switched to English, whipping his whole body around, facing Keigo, "After that goddamned fangirl of yours attacked him and made sure that he can't play anymore, the only reason why you dated him in the first place, you didn't need him anymore. Maybe as a blow-up doll to fuck, if you were in the mood! Talk about bullshit!"
Ryoga's whole body was trembling; his eyes were shining just like those of a predator ready to pounce and his prey and rip him to pieces. Keigo still wasn't looking at him and that only made Ryoga's self-control wear thinner, his want to break the businessman's bones growing larger.
"It wasn't-!" Keigo tried to calmly say, but Ryoga's fingers were already holding him by the front of his shirt again, this time barely allowing him to breathe.
"I don't care!" The elder Echizen snarled in Keigo's face, "You ruined Ryoma's future, you treated him like crap, you destroyed him! Now let me tell you, motherfucker, what exactly my little brother is, since you seem so hung up on treating me like a liar."
Keigo no longer tried to break free of Ryoga's hold, this time merely staying quiet, finally unwillingly looking at the male. He was still sitting on the chair, hands gripping down on it. He refused to show fear, even if a fake one, and let the other male gain some kind of power over him. It was better to try and look calm, collected and uninitimidated.
An evil smile slowly stretched across Ryoga's lips, "You see…" he stretched the words, speaking slowly and carefully emphasizing the words he said next, "My baby brother is what you would call a hermaphrodite. Since you are a stuck up rich brat, you should know what that is, riiiiight?"
Facts and information started to float around in Keigo's head. Everything that he knew, had heard about that condition was now slowly repeating itself inside his head, quiet whispers of 'freaks', 'both genders' and 'unnatural' ringing in his ears. Keigo covered his eyes with his hand, his fingertips feeling the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Ryoma is…" he quietly said, or tried to at least. His voice had disappeared; he didn't know just what to say. First time in his life Keigo couldn't muster up anything to say.
Ryoga tch-ed and released Keigo, almost throwing him back into the chair. "Weakling. You are just a pathetic weakling." He ran his hand through his slightly damp hair, throwing a cautious look at Ryoma, "This is why Ryoma never tells people who he actually is. You all treat him like he's a freak, something that shouldn't exist. Makes me sick."
"Then…" Keigo finally got his voice back, although shaky and weak. He held his face in his cold and sweaty hands, his body trembling a bit, "Then, that child, Ryoma's son is.. Oh god." He leaned back in the chair, his blue eyes staring at the dirty ceiling, not seeing anything, "Oh god…"
"Get out." Ryoga finally said, after a long pause. He talked quietly, his voice even and controlled. "Now that you know, get out and never show up in front of Ryoma again. He's suffered enough."
The businessman didn't answer to that. He slowly got up from the chair and glanced Ryoma's way. "I can't promise that." He talked just as slowly and quietly as Ryoga had, "Even if I now feel… even if my feelings are now all mixed up and I do not know how to act now that I know about his, um… condition, I still want to… talk to him. Apologize to him and then…"
"And then what?" Ryoga hated the way that Keigo hesitated, clearly having started to doubt his own feelings towards the model sleeping in the hospital bed. Pathetic. "Just because you now know what Ryoma is, you are no longer so sure that you love him, not like you did love him before. So what else is there?" he spat out the words.
"I don't know! I just know that it cannot continue like this anymore! Ignoring each other, suffering alone and bleeding over old wounds… Just… Ugh.." The blue-eyed man shook his head a little, his hands balled up in fists, "Forget it." He finally muttered, "I will… I will just ask him to meet me some other time."
With that Keigo left, leaving behind a room filled with heavy silence, the atmosphere almost suffocating everyone that were in it. Ryoga listened to the soft click of the door as it closed behind his little brother's ex-lover and the footsteps as he walked further and further away from the ward. He waited in the silence a few more moments, quietly thinking everything over.
"Since when were you awake?" he finally asked his younger brother, looking at the pair of golden eyes, which were glued to the window and the view outside.
Ryoma sighed, sitting up in the bed and not looking away from the window, "Long enough."
He made a small, sad smile, as if everything that had been binding him to a heavy rock and pulling deeper into the unknown depths of a cold darkness had been torn and broken and lost, finally. But still, the bitterness remained and the feeling of hollowness was still there.
"This wasn't how I wanted him to find out. In fact, I never wanted him to find out." He quietly said, sighing again.
Kiriko looked at the flashing screen of his cell phone, silently arguing with himself whether he should pick up the call from Jun. He kept his phone turned off until the moment he was walking through the New York airport, making his way to the taxi parking lot. The call count was up to the almost ridiculous number of thirty and still going up, apparently.
He stopped walking when he was finally outside the airport and the nightly wind hit his face. For a cold and wet fall this night could be considered pretty warm. Kiriko inhaled the nightly air, fresh and cool against his skin and focused his grey eyes on the star-less sky above his head.
When his phone started to buzz in his hand yet again he flipped it open, keeping it in a safe distance away from his ear.
"KIRI, YOU ASS, just where the hell are you? Do you realize just in what kind of shit you have pushed me in!" Jun's loud voice shattered the tranquil air around Kiriko, letting out the anger that he had been saving just for this, obviously, "Now tell me where you are, so I can go and pick you up and get you back here."
"New York." Kirko waved his hand in the air, calling for the lonely taxi that was parked a bit further away from him.
There was no answer from Jun, so Kiriko was all ready to shut his phone and continue to ignore the people from his agency, but Jun's voice stopped him. "You are… where?"
"New York, New York. You know, America." The Japanese model sighed and opened the taxi door, throwing his bag inside and quickly mumbling the address of his hotel to the fat, bearded driver in English.
"You followed Echizen… Are you out of your mind?" the model was throwing something around as he talked, so Kiriko had to pay more attention to his friend, "Fuck. Do you realize what Atobe will do to you? Do you?"
Kiriko rolled his eyes, "Who cares. This was my last job under him anyway." The model then allowed his eyes to follow the smeared specks of light and signs outside the taxi window, suddenly feeling so very tired.
"Do what you want. I don't care anymore." The blonde model finally gave in, sighing in defeat. "Say hello to Echizen for me." After those words the line went dead, a steady, yet annoying, beeping now replaced Jun's voice.
Well that was a useless talk. The Japanese flipped his phone shut and stuffed it into his jacket's pocket. The soft melody of some popular American sap song reached his ears, as if lulling him to sleep, almost forcefully reminding the man just how tired he was. Kirko just shook his head a little.
He still had to get to his hotel before some much needed sleep.
Yukimura watched his lover smiling happily to himself; a glass of some expensive wine was in his hands and took a sip from it from time to time. He narrowed his eyes a little, leaning closer to his lover, so that the other passengers of the plane wouldn't hear them that well.
"What did you do this time?" Yukimura had known Fuji for a long time, dated him for a long time and he knew, knew far too well that the Cheshire cat smile of Fuji's lips wasn't there for no reason.
Fuji placed a loose strand of Yukimura's hair just behind his lover's ear and stroked Yukimura's cheek with his thumb, "Whatever do you mean, love?" he answered rather pleasantly, tilting his head to one side.
"You did something. I know you." The model studied Fuji's face a little more, taking in every small detail of his lover. "You played cupid again, didn't you?" he finally mumbled under his nose, falling back in his seat.
"I wouldn't say cupid, but yes, something like that." The photographer laughed a little placing his hand on Yukimura's, "I just helped Kiriko a little, since he deserves it." He was quiet for a moment and then added, "More that Atobe, at least."
"Echizen will not be thanking you for that, Syuu." But Yukimura still smiled a little to himself too, placing his head on Fuji's shoulder and closing his eyes, "Why do you think Kiriko-kun deserves it more anyway? He hasn't done anything."
There was a light hum as Fuji sipped a bit more of his wine, "Well… They're both a bit alike, or so I would like to think."
"I don't get you sometimes."
A/N: OTL
It looks to me that Royal won't be happening guys. Or will it? Either way, I've started to work on the next chapter for one of my OT6 fics, so… It should be out… Sometimes this year. ^^;;