A/N: Wow! Nine reviews in one week! You guys are awesome! Here's chapter two, time for Kanda to find out that Allen's pregnant...
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The "forget I ever had sex with the Moyashi" plan went perfectly. For the first month. It was easy to pretend I still hated the brat, because I did still hate the brat. And everything was normal.
But at the end of that first month, the Moyashi came down with a stomach bug. And I found myself worrying about him. I'd pass him in the hall and wonder if he was on his way to the bathroom to throw up or if he was on his way back to his room. And I'd worry about what would happen if he never made it to his destination. It was aggravating. It wasn't like me to think about another person like that, especially when that person was the Moyashi.
It wasn't hard to pinpoint the reason for my change in attitude. I was feeling the beginnings of care towards the Moyashi because I had slept with him. And that thought made me want to scream.
I did the only thing I could do: I went down to Komui's office and demanded to be sent on a mission. I needed to get away from headquarters and clear my head. It wasn't a strange thing for me to demand, so it was quickly arranged, and I was on a train heading somewhere away from the Moyashi that very night.
The two week long mission served its purpose nicely. The finders and villagers annoyed the shit out of me, and I forgot all about the Moyashi, his stomach bug, and the fact that we had slept together.
And when I returned to headquarters, Allen was gone. He'd recovered from his illness and been sent to accompany General Cross on his latest mission. It was good news for me and my renewed determination to continue to hate him: out of sight, out of mind.
And I was fine for another month.
That's when the dreams started. At first it was just the occasional wet dream that I couldn't recall once I was awake. I knew I was too old to be having wet dreams, but that was clearly the Moyashi's fault. Sleeping with him had awakened a sexual need that I hadn't experienced before. Now that I was sexually active, my body wanted more. It was frustrating, but it wouldn't have been a big deal except that the fact that I couldn't remember the dreams reminded me of the other thing I couldn't remember: the night I'd had sex with Allen.
After a couple weeks, the dreams began to change. I'd wake up covered in my release, and I'd remember snippets of having sex with a man. And despite having relieved myself while I slept, I found myself feeling horny as I recalled the dreams. As the weeks passed, the dreams got clearer, and the worst part was that I found my thoughts drifting to that night with Allen at random times during the day.
It was around the time that Allen had been gone for three months that I realized that I was remembering our night together in my dreams.
And with my memory of that night now intact, I had a new problem. I recalled every kiss, every caress, every thrust, and I found myself wanting more. I wanted to kiss Allen's thin coral lips so hard that they bruised. I wanted to feel his soft white hair between my fingers and press my body against his skinny form. I wanted to hear him moan and cry out as I stretched his opening.
I wanted to have sex with the Moyashi again.
Fortunately, I had the self-control necessary to keep the dirty thoughts at bay when I was around other people and in public places, but that created a new set of problems. Even while meditating, I couldn't wipe him from my thoughts completely, and I began to miss the Moyashi. It was weird not seeing him in the cafeteria, smiling that stupid fake smile and scarfing down a mountain of food. Training became frustrating; it was better back when he was around, he was the only one who had ever been able to keep up with me. I even missed hearing him call me an idiot. And I'd wonder if he was enjoying his mission with Cross, or if the redheaded general was making his life hell.
The thoughts and dreams continued to grow stronger, until I woke up one morning and finally realized what was really going on: I had fallen in love with Allen Walker. And it wasn't a recent development either. I had been falling for the brat from the very beginning.
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Fuck.
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After two months of arguing with myself over my love for my Moyashi, an argument I had lost the second I had started using 'my' instead of 'the', and stewing over his continued absence, I found something I shouldn't have.
I was waiting alone in Komui's office for a mission briefing when a file on the desk caught my eye. I wasn't a nosy person, but thinking that I had seen Allen's name, I had to get a closer look. It was a fairly thick folder, but the top page was all I needed to see: it was a letter from Cross to Komui dated just a week earlier. It wasn't a long letter, only stating that Allen was well and that they were going to be staying in Nice for a few weeks.
I stared at the page in front of me for a moment then quickly moved to the couch to wait. My Moyashi was in Nice. There was only one thought going through my mind at that: how can I get there?
That answer ended up being given to me by Komui. My mission was in Milan. It was only a few hours by train from there to Nice. It would be so easy to just go there instead of going back to headquarters once my mission was done...
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It wasn't until I was actually on the train to Nice that I realized how stupid this whole thing was. It wasn't like me to be spontaneous like that. Did I even want to tell my Moyashi that I had fallen for him? Would he even want to see me? Maybe he'd gone off with Cross because he had wanted to leave; maybe he'd wanted to get away from me.
But as I got off the train in Nice, I knew only one thing: I had to see my Moyashi before I went crazy.
It wasn't hard to find the house where they were staying; it seemed like all the women in town knew where to find Cross. I hesitated on the doorstep, but then I decided that the only thing stupider than coming all this way was coming all this way and not knocking.
The door was opened by a young brunette woman. An incredibly pregnant brunette woman. She literally looked like she was going to pop at any minute. However, there was something about her that seemed familiar. Something that I just couldn't place. Like a word on the tip of my tongue that I just couldn't come up with.
The mystery woman seemed very startled by my presence. "Kanda?! What are you doing here?"
I blinked at the woman. "Do I know you?"
She looked confused for a moment before her silver eyes suddenly lit up. It was an eerily familiar mannerism, but I couldn't place it. "Oh, right! You don't recognize me like this." She pulled the door open the rest of the way. "Hurry up and come in. I'll explain it in a minute."
I followed her into the living room as she began shouting. Like with her mannerisms and appearance, I recognized her tone, but couldn't place it. Her words distracted me from that though. "Yo, Master Cross! I need you to come down here and undo that spell you put on me!"
The woman smirked at me as she settled in a chair and pulled a blanket around her pregnant form. It was all so very familiar, like I knew her, yet I knew that I had never seen that woman before in my life. Before I could think of any words to say, there were footsteps behind me.
"What exactly do you want, idiot? I'm bus-" Cross' jaw snapped shut when he saw me. He scowled angrily at me for a moment before he turned his gaze on the woman. "Is he...?"
She snorted at the unfinished question. "Does it matter?"
"So that's a yes."
Cross' conclusion made her hiss, a reaction that just like everything else about her was way too familiar. "Either way, I need to talk to him and I can't do it like this. Can you remove your spell?"
"You're so bossy as a woman, brat." Cross strode quickly over to her and placed a finger on her forehead. He muttered some foreign words and the young woman began to change.
As I watched, her hair lightened and shortened, going from a chest length auburn to a shoulder length white. Her facial structure became more masculine and a bright red scar appeared on the left side of her face. By the time Cross had finished his spell, the young woman had become a young man. But not just any young man, he was my Moyashi.
"Moyashi?! What the hell?"
Allen laughed at my reaction, but otherwise ignored me. He smiled at Cross. "Thanks. You can go now."
The redhead looked like he wanted to argue, but Allen clearly had some sort of control over him, and so he left without another word.
The Moyashi smiled and gestured for me to take a seat on the couch. I narrowed my eyes at him as I did so, but he just brushed it off. "We needed to disguise my appearance, so Cross put a spell on me that made me look like a woman."
I had a lot of questions, but in the end, I could only think of one word to say. "Why?"
He smirked at me. "Now, now, Bakanda. That's not how it works. I already answered a question of yours. You have to answer one of mine before you can ask another."
That tone made me want to smack him, but the smile he gave afterwards made me want to jump him. If I had hoped that actually seeing him would change my feelings for him, then that hope would have been crushed. One minute with the Moyashi had confirmed everything that I'd been feeling over the last several months. As irritating as he was, I was in love with the brat.
"Seriously though, it's too complicated to explain right now. So why don't you tell me why you're here, Kanda?" It didn't escape my notice that his tone was nicer than it normally was when he was speaking to me.
"I came looking for you." That was the easy part.
But my answer made Allen stiffen, and I wondered what I'd said to upset him. "Did the Order send you?"
Oh, that's what was wrong. "Che. They think I'm still in Milan on my mission."
The Moyashi relaxed, but I could tell he was still tense. It almost looked like he was in pain. "And how did you know I'd be here?"
"I saw a letter on Komui's desk that said you and Cross were here." With each question he asked, I grew more afraid to tell him my feelings and more certain that he wouldn't let me out of saying them. I needed to change the subject. "Ok, now it's my turn to ask some questions. I get that you can't tell me why you've been disguising yourself, but why a pregnant woman? Wouldn't it have been easier to-?"
The words died in my throat as I watched the Moyashi pull the blanket off of his lap. It wasn't the thick, bunched up fabric that was making his middle look big. His belly was just as large as his female disguise's had been. The bulky brown sweater he was wearing to stave off the winter cold only made his bulging stomach more obvious. I watched in stunned silence as he heaved himself out of his chair, and the difficulty the task gave him made it clear that the belly was real. Allen was pregnant.
How is that possible? The Moyashi is male. How can he be pregnant? Confusion wasn't my only problem though. The way my body reacted to seeing him like that... there was no denying that I found Allen attractive in that pregnant state.
Allen ignored me and shuffled towards the door. He paused to grimace, grabbing the doorframe for support; his black left hand pressing against his belly like the action would ease the pain. When it passed, he started shouting again, though that earlier confident tone was marred by how out of breath he was. "Oi, Cross! It's time! I'm in labor!"
If Allen's revelation didn't shock me, then Cross' calloused retort would have. "So? You know what to do. Get your little friend to help if you need it. It's his problem. Don't bother me again until your water breaks."
The Moyashi gripped the doorframe tighter and muttered a couple curses under his breath. Apparently Allen wasn't just pregnant, he was in labor. He was going to be giving birth soon. My patience snapped, and I got up and walked over to him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to turn and look at me. "Moyashi, what the hell is going on? And how is this 'my problem'?"
His silver eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't read before he dropped his gaze. The words he spoke next sent a chill down my spine. "... It's your baby..."
Before I could really process what he had said, he began babbling. "One stupid night of drunken sex, that I don't even remember, and now my entire life has been turned upside-"
The babbling cut off with a long, deep groan, and he clutched the sides of his belly. When the pain of the contraction passed, Allen stood tall and returned my stare, having snapped out of his self-pity. He sighed heavily at whatever stunned expression was on my face. "Come with me. I'll explain once we're in the other room."