I decided to rewrite the first chapter of this story, it was really bothering me how...ehh it sounded! Well, whatever, this is for the benefit of new readers, I suppose :)

Anyway, enjoy!

Eyes gleaming and smiling ear to ear, she emerged from the bathroom, small, delicate hands clasped around an obscured object.

She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair hung in curtains around her, the bangs held back by a butterfly clip. Bright azure eyes alive with joy scanned the living room as she came down the stairs. She smoothed the front of her blouse with her forearm, still holding on with both hands to what seemed like what was her most treasured posession.

"Nagato will be so happy..!" she whispered to herself, and she looked down at the positive pregnancy test she was holding in her hands.

She had reached the landing and rushed over to her husband's side.

A tall and thin man with dirty-blond hair and navy blue eyes sat on the couch, eyes glued to the big screen TV in the middle of the living room. In his hand he held a beer.

"Nagato! Nagato, guess what?!" she squealed, beside herself with joy.

He sighed impatiently, rising from his seat and walking over to his wife. He set the beer can down on a nearby table.

She couldn't wait. "You're going to be a father!"

She stood there, looking up into his face with the utmost expression of innocent joy that could be imagined. He saw the pregnancy test she was holding, saw how excited she was. It made him sick.

"No, I'm not," he said patiently.

Seiryu's smile flickered and died. "Wh-...what..? Nagato-"

"You're getting rid of that...that thing!"

"Oh, no...Nagato, no!" Seriyu pleaded. "No, please, no!"

She saw his hands ball into fists and immediately took a few steps back, her hands immediately jumping to her face, where half-healed bruises were scattered across her otherwise flawless skin.

"It's either me or the kid, bitch!" and his voice made her ears hurt, made her chest hurt with the very meaning of it all and she found that she had tears in her She watched as he returned to his place on the couch, not even bothering to retrieve his beer.

"Make yourself useful and make me something to eat, goddamit..."

Seiryu walked into the kitchen where she sank to the floor. Her face scrunched up and she shook her head as tears ran down her face.

She cried alone.

Five months later...

The front door swung open and Nagato pushed Seiryu inside. Her outstretched arms broke the fall and she lay on her side, looking up at her husband in terror.

"You just had to wait, didn't you! Just had to wait that long, you dumb piece of shit!" he slammed the door once he was inside. The sound of his boots on the floor terrified her, and he cast a long shadow on her as he stood over her. She couldn't get up.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" she screeched, attempting to back away slowly and failing.

She saw the boot rise and when he made to kick her in the stomach, she cringed and shielded herself. "No! No, not him! Not my baby! Nagato, not him! Hurt me, but not him, please, I beg you!"

Nagato lowered his foot. She barely had time to feel relieved when his open hand struck her face. Her face stung and grew hot.

He walked away.

"Fine..." she heard him say. "But that little shit's no son of mine."

I am indeed working on a new chapter, I've had to rewrite it about three times. But it's getting there! -Jas