Chapter 3: Clinic: Egoist: Various Cameos

I got an idea for this scene and just had to write it. Okay, so there is a bit of crossover here from some of my other favorite Yaoi. Please allow for my divergence.

Please also note that this is a story, the politics mentioned are not meant to offend. If they do, you have my apologies ahead of time.

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from and I do not own the stories or characters of:

Junjou Romantica

The Tyrant Who Falls in Love,( Koi suru Bo-kun), Tetsuhiro Morinaga, Souichi Tatsumi

Hey, Class President, Kokusai, Hasuhiro Chiga

No Money, (Okane ga Nai),Kanou Somuku , Ayase Yukia , Kuba Homare

Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi, Hatori Yoshiyuki , Yoshino Chiaki , Yanase Yuu

The Uke Flu

Chapter Three: Clinic

The whole day so far, had been for Nowaki, traumatic as best.

He had not wanted to take a pregnancy test at home; for fear that Hiroki might somehow discover it. He avoided being tested at the hospital as well, for similar reasons: with his impending job offers, he hadn't wanted anyone at work to suspect his possible condition.

However Tsumori, for some reason, had also opted to stay on at the hospital following his residency and from the looks that his senpai had been giving him, Nowaki had a sinking suspicion his friend knew something was up.

Nowaki had also decided that he was not going to do something as furtive as take the test in a public restroom. Although it was not surprising nowadays to see parts of these kits in many a men's room's trash.

In the end, he opted to make an appointment at one of the clinics that specialized in the treatment and prevention of the Uke Flu and its effects. He made sure that the one that he chose had a good reputation and was on the other side of the city, as far away as possible, from where he and Hiroki lived and worked.

As he came up the walk of the non-descript building, the only thing that made this office stand out from any of the others surrounding it was the single armed guard standing outside the front door.

The sight shocked Nowaki and yet he knew it shouldn't have: there was still some unrest surrounding the virus and its obvious results.

Nowaki was suddenly grateful again that he was living in a reasonable country like Japan and not, say, still residing someplace like America. The initial response to the Uke Flu (or the Homo-hanta, as it was dubbed in the States) had been brutal.

There, extreme fundamentalist organizations had issued an immediate backlash against the sufferers of the virus. Many of the Flu's early victims were killed or lost their pregnancies in brutal attacks. However, once voices with slightly clearer heads began to be heard and the terrible irony of these actions by groups that were supposedly "pro-life" had been pointed out, things had slowly begun to change.

Once the extreme religious right had realized that their "Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" stance on the basis of reproduction no longer held valid, there had been a drastic swing the other direction.

Overnight, rigorous laws regarding male pregnancy were immediately proposed and implemented, making it almost impossible for an uke to get a safe legal abortion. States enforced mandatory waiting periods and pre-operation counseling. A few more conservative states had even gone so far as to mandate that an uke could not terminate a third stage flu manifestation without the signed authorization of his seme.

All of these thoughts were roiling through Nowaki's head as he stepped through the doors and into the small waiting room of the clinic.

Nowaki checked in with the receptionist, who gave the tall man a rather quizzical look, then he went to find a seat to wait for his appointment.

There were two other couples in the waiting room, both seated across from him. One of them was engaged in a heated whispered argument.

One of the pair, a slender fellow with long flowing grey-blond hair and glasses, was obviously furious with his partner, a tall dark-haired youth with a sweet face. Both men were wearing white lab coats and Nowaki wondered if they were scientists or lab technicians of some sort.

"Please," the dark-haired man was practically begging, "Senpai, can't we discuss this further?"

"No, asshole! And I told you, you could only come if you promised to be quiet! It's your fucking fault I'm in this mess as it is, Morinaga!" the long-haired man said, his face contorted with anger. "Why haven't you ever been able to understand that 'No' means 'No'!"

"But you always say 'no', Souichi-san," Morinaga answered, his voice laden with frustration. "And if you mean it, then why are you always letting your guard down around me when you know exactly how I feel and why does your cock always get so hard and start weeping so quickly?"

"Arrrrgh!" the spectacled man cried, his voice rising with his rage. "Don't say such things out loud! How many times do I have to tell you I'm not gay? I hate fags; they're disgusting!" Souichi stopped abruptly with the realization that this was perhaps not the best place to be making such declarations. At least a half dozen pairs of angry eyes were upon him.

Morinaga shook his head sadly. "Souichi-senpai, please stop being such a tyrant about this. I have never heard yet of a straight man coming down with the Uke Flu."

Before his long-haired cohort could respond, a nurse opened the door to the waiting room and called their name.

As the still arguing couple stepped into the hallway beyond, another couple stepped out.

This pair looked much younger, high school age in fact, Nowaki thought. One of the men could have almost been taken for the departing Senpai's brother. He was tall and thin, with slightly shorter hair, a light blond in color, and also wore glasses.

The tall youth had his arm around a shorter more delicate looking teen. Though this smaller man was rather plain in comparison to his companion's striking looks, still, he exuded an undeniably sensual/pheromonal aura. Almost every eye in the room was immediately drawn to him and Nowaki could almost hear the pulses escalating.

The younger man was clearly unaware of this, however, he was too busy concentrating on staying upright, obviously just recently having undergone the third stage removal procedure. His pale face revealed he was in discomfort; he was leaning heavily against his taller companion.

"Kokusai," the tall blond said, looking lovingly down on the reddish-brown head of the other boy. "I'm so sorry this all had to happen, that you had to go through this. But we're just too young right now to have a baby, and I didn't want anything to happen that could harm your reputation. I mean, what would people have said if they knew their class vice-president knocked up their president?"

"Oh, Chiga," the other boy sighed, glancing up. His eyes glistened with tears but his voice was free from any recrimination, "It's really okay. Honestly, I'm just so glad that you've been here with me through all of this."

"I am never going to leave you, Kokusai." Chiga planted a light kiss on his lover's forehead.

Kokusai looked up blushing with gratitude in his eyes. Then he winced and put his hands down around his abdomen.

"They said it would hurt for a time afterward." Chiga's eyes were filled with concern. "Are you in terrible pain?"

"No, it just hurts a bit," Kokusai lied bravely.

Without another word Chiga bent down and picked Kokusai up.

"You can't carry me all the way to the train station, Chiga!" Kokusai blushed but despite his exclamation he rested his head against one of Chiga's broad shoulders as they excited the building.

"Just watch me." Chiga smiled protectively down on his lover.

Nowaki watched the whole scene with a growing sense of unease though the couple's obvious affection for each other was touching. Then he heard a small sound. Looking over to his right side, he was startled to realize that the waiting room had another single occupant.

The other had been sitting there so quietly that Nowaki, in his preoccupied state, had not even noticed it. It was a tiny blond, swimming in an overlarge shirt, his short legs not even touching the floor.

"It must be a boy, to be at this clinic," Nowaki thought, but the youth's features were so delicate that he looked decidedly feminine.

The gentle giant wondered what the boy was doing here by himself. There was no way he could have been of legal age; since he looked to be hardly more than thirteen or fourteen. The poor child was obviously terrified; his overlarge blue eyes were clouded with fear.

Nowaki, due to his nature, was about to try and say something reassuring to the lad, when a huge, black-haired, bear of a man suddenly came crashing into the waiting room. The large man's chest was heaving and he was practically radiating a violet cloud of violence.

"Kanou-san!" the tiny boy squeaked, "how did you…"

"Ayase!" the other cried. Whipping his head around, the man moved over to the quaking boy.

The security guard had followed Kanou into the waiting room, but one dark look from Kanou stopped him in his tracks.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Ayase?" Kanou hissed. "I had Homare follow you."

The small blond said nothing. He just hung his head and his shivering increased.

"I own you, Ayase! I forbid you to do this!"

The tiny figure before Kanou trembled. Ayase's cheeks flushed fiercely. But then he squared his shoulders and looked up at his owner with his overwhelming blue eyes. His voice was high, but firm.

"You may own me, Kanou-san, but you do not own this child. It is better for it to die, then to be brought into the world and into your house of violence."

At these words Kanou stood stunned speechless. Then, after a moment, his stern expression crumbled. Unexpectedly Kanou dropped to his knees; he buried his head in the shocked blond's lap.

"Please, Ayase," Kanou's voice was gravelly with grief. "Please, forgive me. Don't do this. Look, I will forgive your debt; I will release my claim on you.

"Once the child is born you can even take it and disappear and never see me again if that is what you want. If you will just promise to come home with me now and stay until the baby is born.

"I promise I will not touch you… Just please, Ayase, don't kill my… our child."

Ayase's blue eyes had shed their skin of fear about halfway through Kanou's impassioned speech. He was now studying the man intently.

"How can I trust you, Kanou-san? After all that has happened?"

"Ayase, I love you." Kanou whispered, looking up from the youth's lap. "You are my family now."

Ayase's eyes filled with tears at these words but he remained silent. Then, after a minute of perfect stillness he reached out a hesitant hand and gently began stroking Kanou's thick black hair.

After expelling a weary sigh, Ayase conceded. "Okay, Kanou-san. Take me home."

Kanou immediately made to sweep the youth up, bridal style, but was stopped when Ayase uttered the softest of 'no's'. The tiny blond rose and stood next to his towering owner/lover and placed his hand within Kanou's large paw. "I am a man, Kano-san. I will walk with you to the car."

A dark look flitted across Kanou's the face, but then seeing the serious eyes of his pet/lover he nodded stiffly.

Hand in hand the two left together, Ayase leading the way.

The relieved security guard turned to follow, but then he stopped and stood waiting anxiously to see if he would have to pacify another brewing fight, involving the last couple in the room, a tall auburn-haired man and a petite dark-haired, blue-eyed youth. They had been speaking quietly but then their volume suddenly increased only seconds after the previous troubled pair had left.

The taller of the two suddenly stood. His lean frame towered over his petite, obviously pregnant lover who immediately shrank back. The smaller man began running his hands through his shaggy hair, obviously in great distress.

"You want to do what? There's no way in hell I even want you thinking about that bastard Yanase, let alone contacting him! You should be happy I'm going to let you even take that paternity test in a few weeks!" the auburn-haired man growled. His face was stony and his tone quiet, but even at its low volume the severity of the words rang like a shot through the almost empty waiting room. "And what would you do if he is the father, Yoshino? Especially since Yanase has his own lover now!"

"Tori," the smaller man protested weakly. "I don't know, but don't you think Yuu deserves to at least know if he is?"

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to leave me!" Hatori sighed and shook his head. "Is that what you want, Yoshino?"

Chiaki stared brokenly down at his swollen belly. "No, Tori, I don't want to leave you." Tears filled his dark blue eyes.

"Why do I have a hard time believing you?" Hatori's eyes were filled with pain though his face remained stoic. "I can't believe you still count Yanase as a friend, despite the fact he took advantage of you, tricking you into modeling for him and then seducing you! After all those times you told me you didn't drink wine, you let yourself be so easily and foolishly led."

The slender, dark-haired youth collapsed back into his chair. "There are worse things than being gently led, Tori."

Chiaki covered his mouth, choking back a sob as soon as the words left it. He looked up with an expression of anguish that mirrored Hatori's. Both of the men stared at each other wide-eyed, in momentary shock at the words he just dared to utter. Then Chiaki hid his face in his hands, his thin shoulders shook with his quiet sobs. "I'm so sorry, Tori. I didn't mean to speak of it… It's just… I meant, given the timing, the baby could easily be yours too."

"Enough, Yoshino!"

Chiaki jumped at the strength of his seme's voice.

Hatori suddenly broke away and strode to the door. He stopped at the exit and his shoulders visibly slumped. "I'll be in the car, come find me when you're done," he said, not turning around. His voice was suddenly tired and hollow. Hatori pushed his way out of the clinic

Chiaki watched him go, with tears streaming down his face. He made no move to follow; he just didn't have the energy for it. "I hope it is yours, Tori," the exhausted man whispered. "But I won't find rest until I know and I don't think you will either, regardless of what you've said."

Nowaki felt sick to his stomach, more so even then he had been recently, witnessing this heart-breaking scene. He watched as the security guard, followed Hatori out. The young doctor would have moved to offer a kind word to the seemingly shattered man named Yoshino, just then however the interior door to the waiting room opened.

"Kusama Nowaki," the nurse called from the hall door. She seemed completely unaffected by Yoshino's tears and quiet sobs.

Nowaki got up and moved towards the door, he cast a mournful eye on the fragile pregnant uke, sitting with his head in his hands as he passed by.

"It seems as though you get a lot of drama here." Nowaki offered the nurse a weak smile.

She rolled her eyes at Nowaki as she ushered him deeper into the clinic. "You have no idea," she sighed.

3/29/2012

So if you're re-reading this, you'll notice I changed the details of this scene to better coincide with the Sekia ichi Hatsukoi Uke Flu that my cyber-uke The Black Flamingo 101 is writing. Hope you like it.

If you are catching the Uke Flu fever, the following writers are spreading the epidemic here on FF (please note that each is following his/her own trajectory... so timelines, etc. don't match:

Black Flamingo 101: Sekai ichi Hatsukoi: Takano/Ritsu, Yanase/ Hisashi (OC), brief mention of Hatori/Chiaki (ongoing)

Miss Mysty: Sekai ichi Hatsukoi: Kisa/Yukina (ongoing)

Estelle J: Okane ga Nai: Kanou/Ayase (ongoing)

Please PM if you'd like to spread the epidemic to your own favorite couple.

As always, your feedback is much appreciated.

Sincerely,

Cerberus