"Matt."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'm going to the store to get a pregnancy test."

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The red head, confused by the statement, furrowed his brow and just stared. "O…kay? Why?"

Mello closed the laptop and stood, pointing to his friend and just staying silent for a moment. "You might be pregnant."

At hearing that statement, Matt's expression deadpanned. Pregnant? Really? …Was Mello drunk? "Okay artard, whatever you say." He said with a playful tone, laughing a bit afterwards as he resumed his game. "Bring me one and I'll piss on it for you." He joked, rolling his eyes and glancing at the blonde once more.

Without another word, Mello put on his shoes and left the apartment, his expression unfaltering and stern as he tried to sort out his thoughts. There was no possible way of this being true but… what if it was? What would they do? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, unlocking Matt's car and getting inside. They would abort it, right? He was fairly sure that Matt wouldn't want a child of all things. No, no. What was he thinking? Matt wasn't pregnant. It was impossible.

As he drove, he tried to think of more and more possible explanations for Matt's sickness and for the note he'd found in his pocket. Though, as he passed an oddly familiar feeling fortune-telling shack, he felt uneasy and drawn to the place. He'd… he'd been there before, but he couldn't remember when. Maybe that was where he'd gotten this odd poem. So, he decided that before he went to get the pregnancy test, he'd stop inside. …Just to check.

Mello parked the car against a curb and looked at the building from across the street, trying to remember anything about it. Though, try as he might, his memories remained lost in the drunken night and he was forced out of the car, across the street, and into the building.

"Ooh… hello, love. Have you come back for another wish? I had hoped I would see you again…" The woman said with a devious smile, her gaze locked on the blonde as he awkwardly made his way over to the table.

Damn, this bitch is hideous. He thought to himself, raising a brow as he sat down carefully across from her. "Wait… see me again? So, I've been here before?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as he made eye contact with the woman.

"Yes of course. You came in some time ago, very drunk." She grinned. "Is there something you'd like me to help you with?"

Mello analyzed her, taking in the way she spoke and acted. Something about her… was off; unusual. "What happened last time I was here?" He asked, resting his elbows on the table and leaning his weight into them.

"My my… for me to tell you that would cost you a small fee."

Of course. Mello thought, rolling his eyes and handing a bit of money over to the woman. "Now, tell me everything that happened the last time I was here. What I said, anything that was discussed, just everything."

The woman grinned and tucked away his money, drawing in a deep breath before she began to explain. "You came in here after a night of drinking. You were very, very drunk. You were talking about how a friend of yours, Matt, had made you upset so you paid me to cast your wishes upon him." She paused, studying Mello's face before she continued on, "You asked for something awkward and unusual to happen to your friend. Something that didn't usually happen."

Mello closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temple, a slow sigh making its way past his lips. This sounds bad. I think… I might have royally fucked up. "What did I ask you to do?"

"For me to tell you, that would cost you another—"

Frustrated, Mello slammed his fist down onto the table and shouted, "Just tell me what I fucking did to him or so help me God I will fucking murder you." He stared into her eyes, fury radiating through him.

Taken aback, the woman paused for a moment before continuing. "Y—… That is all you asked of me, so I took it upon myself to decide his curse. Your friend Matt will now bear a child."

There it was. There were the words he was dreading to hear. "So you're telling me… that Matt is pregnant." He asked through slightly clenched teeth, angry with himself more than anyone else. He was never getting drunk out of jealousy ever again. In fact, he didn't even want to go back home. He didn't want to tell Matt, he didn't want to have to deal with guilt and decisions, he didn't want to confess his jealousy…

"Yes. He is pregnant."

Mello clenched his fists and inhaled deeply, his head bowed down as he stared at the table beneath him. "Is there any way you can remove the spell?" He asked, glancing up to the woman. When she shook her head 'no', he let out a slow sigh, pausing before speaking again. "Thank you." He said simply as he stood and left the building, having to restrain himself from walking to the car, getting the gun inside, and coming back to the building and blowing this woman's fucking brains out all over the floor. He reminded himself, though, that the person at fault for this entire situation was himself. He clenched his teeth and crossed the street, getting into the car and taking a few long, deep breaths before closing his eyes and attempting to relax himself. Everything will be fine. He will get the pregnancy test and Matt will take it anyways, just to further confirm the news. Then, Matt will be angry and they will talk it over and decide what to do. Everything will work out.

Honestly, he wasn't sure how true those statements were. The only one he was positive of was that Matt would be angry. Very, very angry. Oh well. He didn't expect anything else of him. He would have been angry too, had he been in Matt's situation.

"Fuck."

He cursed aloud, driving off towards a drugstore to find some sort of pregnancy test. Once he arrived, he blindly searched through the isles in attempts to find anything even similar, eventually finding the many different options.

"Goddamnit why are there so fucking many…" he quietly mumbled to himself, simply grabbing one of each kind and taking it to the front counter. Better to be completely sure with the result, right? Mello cast his gaze elsewhere as the cashier gave him a questioning look, feeling a bit awkward. It was like that bastard knew that his "mother-to-be" was a man and he was judging them for being freaks. What an asshole. Mello glared slightly at the cashier, grabbing his bag after he'd paid and quickly storming out of the store and back to the car.

As he drew closer and closer to home, his anxiety about the entire situation rose higher and higher.

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"Okay, okay, Mello shut up I'm doing it." Matt said with a laugh, grabbing the box Mello held out and walking it to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and then walked over to the toilet, dropping his pants and holding out the pregnancy test over the bowl. Maybe he should… should he sit? Would that be easier? He paused and thought about it for a moment before sitting down on the toilet and tucking the test between his legs. As he did his deed, he mentally mused about the entire situation. Pregnant? Seriously? He was a guy, how was he supposed to be pregnant? This entire thing was ridiculous.

Or… so he thought.

He pulled out the test and as he saw the happy, pink little plus mark on the display screen, his own happy demeanor dropped to a confused and slightly surprised one. Wait… what?

"Hey Mello, a plus means positive, right? Like 'yes, you are pregnant.'?"

With a long, slow sigh, Mello tipped back his head in dread as the probability became 100%. "Yes Matt, a plus means you're pregnant."

Matt looked down at the test again and pursed his lips, trying to understand how that could be possible. "I think this one's fucked up. It says I'm pregnant." He called from the bathroom, laughing a bit afterwards.

Without warning, Mello pushed open the bathroom door and walked over to his friend on the toilet, taking the test from his hand and looking at it himself. "…Here, take another one to see if it says the same thing." He said, fishing a second test out of the plastic bag hanging off of his arm and handing it to the red head.

Matt took it with a raised brow and looked over the box. "I don't have any piss left." He said with a snort of a laugh. "We're gonna have to wait."

Mello groaned in frustration and left the bathroom, tossing the test on the counter as he went.

"I'm pouring you a drink," he said, "and this time, you're peeing in a cup."

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A half an hour and five tests later, Matt was beyond confused.

"Why does it keep coming out positive?" He asked, his voice a bit soft. "There's no way I can be pregnant, right?" He'd begun to doubt his knowledge in procreation.

Mello rubbed his face, trying to think of the correct way to tell his friend that indeed, he was pregnant. "Matt… you're pregnant. Like legit, you're pregnant."

Confused, Matt looked at the cup of urine on the counter as he finished buttoning up his jeans. "What?"

"Matt I… I fucked up, okay?" Mello started, walking out of the bathroom and running a hand through his thick, blonde hair. He turned to face him, taking in a deep breath, "When I got drunk that last time I… I was mad at you and jealous and shit because you didn't wanna hang out. So… I ended up going to this fortune teller bitch and accidentally put a curse… on… you."

Matt's expression turned a bit stern as he listened to his friend. "And… so this curse was to make me pregnant." He confirmed, closing his eyes a bit and sorting through everything in his head. "You were mad, so you made me pregnant." He knew the blonde wasn't lying. He wouldn't make up shit like this, even to joke around. Besides… all the tests came out positive.

"Yeah but it was an accident Matt I… I didn't know she'd do that. I had completely forgotten about it until today when I saw the place again…" He paused and then recited the spell from memory. "When next rises intimacy, two souls will collide; to bring new life, in which envy provide."

The read head stayed silent for a few moments, just staring at his counterpart. Many, many emotions rushed through him but the strongest one… the one that begged to escape most was rage. Rage that had built up from the sheer fact that Mello had done such a thing. Before he knew it, he released that rage and rushed his friend, throwing him to the ground forcefully and pinning him there. Afterwards, he hooked an arm tightly around the blonde's neck, pulling his head upwards and keeping it locked there.

"What have you fucking DONE to me?" He screeched, keeping his friend pinned firmly to the ground in a headlock as he restrained himself from simply punching the other in the face.

The actions had surprised Mello but at the same time… hadn't surprised him at all. In all honesty, had he of been in Matt's place, he would have punched him.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled back, trying to push the angered red head off of him. "Get the fuck off me!"

"No! Fuck you Mello!" He responded, adding a bit more weight onto the blonde's body. "Do you understand what you've fucking done? I'm pregnant. Mello. We have to take care of a fucking baby now. I have to carry a child and I can't smoke or drink or do fucking ANYTHING."

Mello grunted under the pressure of his friend, trying to push him off. "No you don't! You can get an—" He breathed in a bit sharply, "an abortion!"

Matt scoffed. "An abortion, Mello? Yeah, awesome, because then I get to go to a doctor's office and endure the embarrassment of being a pregnant guy and then have him do a shit load of fucking tests on me. Sounds really fuckin' great."

Goddamnit Matt you're crushing me. Mello thought as he continued to try and fight off the other. "You're going to have to go to a doctor regardless! How the fuck are you supposed to give birth you fucking asshole!" he shouted, punching Matt in the ribs in attempts to get the other off of him.

With a grunt, Matt released his friend and pulled off of him, punching him firmly in the shoulder afterwards to make up for the bruising hit to his ribs. He added an angry kick to his thigh afterwards before he stood up off of the floor and ran a hand through his hair, quickly scanning the room for something he could break. "Wish I could just drown myself in fucking alcohol but NO, I'm pregnant now and don't wanna give birth to a fuckin' downs baby." He shouted, setting his sights on one of the dining chairs against the wall. He grabbed it and effortlessly threw it part-way across the room, yelling out again in anger before letting himself collapse onto the couch, lying on his stomach and covering his head with his arms. "AaauuuUUUGHHH"

Mello sighed and let Matt do what he wanted, placing a hand on the side of his neck and slowly laying his head one way, trying to correct the stretching done in the muscle. I'm sorry, Matt… I really didn't mean to.

Matt lay relatively motionless on the couch, trying to slow his breathing down and take deep, even breaths. He felt… he felt like crying really… but even though he felt that way, he couldn't. His body wouldn't produce the tears and he was stuck laying there in agony as he thought about what his future would hold. What was he supposed to do now? Should he abort it or keep it or what? What… what did Mello want? He assumed the… father? of the baby was Mello, anyhow. Even if it biologically wasn't, Mello would have to help raise it if he kept it. But… but could they even care for a child? Neither of them had younger siblings as experience or… or any parenting experience. Fuck, their kid would probably grow up to be so unbelievably fucked up that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to live with the guilt. How… how was he supposed to do this…?

I wish I could reverse it, Matt. Mello thought, looking down at his hands as the guilt tore away at him on the inside. He wasn't exactly sure how he could help his friend or… what he could say to lighten the situation even a little bit. He was sure that Matt didn't want anything to do with him currently. Though, despite the obvious, he pushed himself up from the floor to walk over to the red head, reaching his hand out and gently stroking his fingers through his hair.

Matt grunted his disapproval as he felt the soothing touches, turning away from the other to bury himself against the back of the couch, curling up a bit as if he were trying to escape from the blonde's stroking. Mello sighed and sat down on the edge of the couch next to Matt's mid-back, slowly moving his hand from his hair to rub gently against his shoulder.

"Matt…" He started, trying to think of the best way to soothe his friend. "I'm really, really sorry. I know you're pissed beyond words at me but… what you decide to do is your choice, okay?"

With another grunt, Matt frowned. "Mello, it's not like I fucking know what I want to do right now so just shut the hell up. Give me like a week, okay?"

The blonde frowned as well before rolling his eyes. I know you asshole, I was just… He dismissed the thoughts and inhaled deeply. "Okay." He paused, just letting his hand rest on the other's warm shoulder. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

Matt ignored the other but paid attention as he stood from the couch and walked off to the bedroom, waiting until he heard the click of the door before rolling onto his back and letting out a long, deep sigh. His life… would never be the same again. If he kept the child, that is… They couldn't go to clubs and get wasted, he'd get fat, they'd have to pay attention to a fucking baby all the time… he just… he didn't know what he should do. Maybe sleeping on the new thoughts would be the best idea.

Mello threw himself onto the bed and clenched his teeth, trying to fight back his emotions as wave after wave of guilt crashed over him. This entire thing… was his fault. He was the one who'd gotten Matt into this mess and he was the one who would be blamed for anything that happened with it in the future. He felt terrible and honestly, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep at all that night… plus the fact that he was almost positive that Matt was too angry with him to follow him to bed…

Too angry… Matt was furious with his blonde counterpart right now. He didn't want to go to bed. He didn't want to kiss or cuddle or anything of that nature… but… he didn't want to ruin their relationships because of an idiotic, completely avoidable accident by his irresponsible blonde 'lover' either. Though, his decision to actually join the other in bed took him quite a while. A few hours, at least. Though, in the end he drug himself off of the couch and stalked towards the bedroom, his expression locked into a frown as he passed through the doorway and slid between the sheets. He would go to bed with Mello… but he would not cuddle with him. He simply rolled over with his back facing the other and shut his eyes, trying to force himself into sleep.

Though, it wouldn't be easy for either of them that night.

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Longer chapter to make up for the shorter ones? Yeah? :D…. Don't worry, they'll be better in time lol. Matt is just a little upset at the moment.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE CHAPTER despite your opinions on the MPREG lolz.