Me: Allen, will you do the honors?

Allen: Crowsnight doesn't own DGM or the characters, just the plot, which I am now very unhappy with.

Me: Why? My fifty-five followers like it.

Allen: That's because they aren't pregnant, changing genders, and the other crap you're putting me through!

Me: Very true. Anyways, here's chapter 21!

Situation

Chapter 21: Ultrasounds are Ultra Scary

"Are you sure you want to come? You don't have to," I say, running my brush through my hair. Kanda was beside me brushing his teeth, and was purposely still naked to annoy me. I had gotten dressed first thing, but he knows how much it aggravates me when he walks around in his birthday suit so whenever he gets the chance to show off his body, he takes it. He spits and says, "Allen, I'm coming. Why do you keep insisting I not?"

"I'm not, just making sure," I lie. The real reason was the abnormality of it, and I didn't want him there to see the real freak I was. I mean, he knew I was pregnant, but at least without a picture, it could still just be an ethereal dream, a dream where men have the children and there were no woman. It wouldn't bother me as much then because it would be normal. But this wasn't a dream. This was real, even if I wish it wasn't. If this was my imagination, my whole living experience, then it was an inexorable nightmare, never leaving me in peace. It wasn't funny anymore.

"Well, I'm going however much you try to stop me," Kanda says, walking back into the bedroom. I wasn't sure if I should follow him because he obviously knew I was lying, and after he said he despised liars, I didn't like that I could let it leave my tongue so nonchalantly. Though, I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever so I quietly crept out of the bathroom, and then I leaped onto the top bunk. I hadn't slept in it for so long that it didn't seem right to consider it as my bed.

Kanda had found something to wear and was putting it on, his pants already covering his bottom half thankfully. He didn't even spare me a glance as he slipped on a white button-up, leaving it open. We still had a good hour before we needed to leave, and I was not looking forward to it since I couldn't eat. Silently, I take the pillow from under the blanket, and cuddle it, my arms wrapped around it like a butterfly's chrysalis and my head resting on an open space. I don't know why the despondency I'd felt for years returned full force on me today of all days, but I knew that I wasn't going to have a good day.

Felicity had never been my best quality, but today my tendency to curl up into a ball and wait it out was exceptionally bad. Would Kanda notice? Definitely. Would Kanda ask me about it? Absolutely. Would I lie about it? Of course.

It didn't help that I knew he hated liars now, especially when I was stuck in my old mind-set. My boyfriend walked over to the bunk bed, buttoning his shirt, and to my dismay, asked, "Why are you acting like this, and don't lie to me, Allen."

He was a mind-reader. It was that easy. How else would he be able to know what I was thinking, plotting, or conspiring? I think that he had caught on to how to tell if I was lying or not, and he was the first. Mana always told me that lying was for the devil, that it was his trait. After Cross took me in as his apprentice, it didn't matter since half the time, deceiving people was the only thing that kept me alive in the bar fights, debts, and poker games.

Kanda's gaze seemed to pierce my soul, sending shivers through me as I replied, "I just feel different."

I look away from his eyes, staring at his arms he had moved to cross on the edge of the bed. He rested his chin on the muscular limbs, forcing eye contact in the one visible orb because the other was closed from being on the fluffy pillow. He says, "I don't know what's different or normal for you. Care to clarify?"

His midnight pools were flooded with worry and love, assuring me that I could be honest, but I wasn't even sure what I was feeling. All I knew was that I felt like I was sinking deeper into a void that exists only in a surreal fairytale. It wasn't a feeling I could describe, and on top of that, I wasn't sure where it came from. I admit, "I don't know what it is, but I felt different this morning."

"Are you depressed?" he asks, reaching out a hand to take one of mine. Was I? I didn't think so, but the old me was beyond depressed, and that's what I feel like. Despondency was a shadow that loomed over me, pointing and laughing at every mistake I made, convincing me that I didn't deserve life, and now, I think it was saying I didn't deserve Kanda. It was right, too. I wasn't anywhere near worthy of such a loving boyfriend and yet here the bluenette stood, asking me if I was okay. I whisper, "Maybe. I don't know why though. I shouldn't be."

With that, he hopped up onto the bed beside me, allowing me to curl up into him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I just lay there, not knowing what he was trying to do. I felt the comfort of him being next to me, but inside, I still felt hollow, unfilled, and broken. I barely managed to keep my eyes open, and even then, drowsiness won out.

"Allen, wake up."

My eyes open, the clock showing eleven thirty, and I knew that we had to leave. I hop off the bed, a smile across my features. Kanda was already at the door, and as he looked back at me, I plopped a big kiss on his lips. His eyes widened as I pulled away and I grin and cheerfully say, "Are we ready?"

"Yeah, are you okay?" he asks, raising his eyebrow at me. I nod, "Never better. I just can't wait to get the first look at the baby!"

I felt awesome! It was like the sky was brighter and more incandescent than ever. What was I worried about before? It was the day we got to see the baby, and Christmas was coming up, not to mention my seventeenth birthday. Kanda still looked skeptical, but led me out of our room. As we walk, he mutters, "I really hate Komui."

"Why?" I ask, practically bouncing beside him. He looks at me like I was nuts, "You went from depressed to cheerful in half an hour, and you really don't think it has something to do with the stupid pills?"

"I didn't think about it. I just am so happy!" I beam, looping my arm around his and leaning my head on his shoulder as we walked. "Who knows, maybe I'll get you to stop looking like you're constipated all the time."

He growls something under his breath about the comment that I didn't catch, but have a feeling he wasn't happy with the statement about his facial expression. Oh well, he can deal with it because he really does look constipated half the time. The truth hurts, but it is the truth. I smile, glancing up at him innocently as he rolls his eyes, and I say, "Why aren't you happy? You never seem happy unless it's sex-related."

He stares straight ahead, not looking at me. I really was curious why he was always so grumpy and surly, and I didn't understand what reason he had. The world was so beautiful, and it's gone before you know it. I nudge him slightly, urging him to reply, and when he finally answers, I'm not that surprised.

"It's not that the only thing that makes me happy is sex, it's just that it's the way I grew up. It makes it hard to be happy about anything when you know that you were created as a lab rat." Kanda doesn't flinch, and as we turn into the infirmary, I say, "Yeah, but it doesn't matter because no one cares about that. You're the only one who thinks about it, and that's human nature. Don't act like you hate the world when it's trying to love you, especially me and Something Mana Walker."

He doesn't say anything to this as a nurse comes to us. She was short with a black pixie-cut that contrasted with her pale skin. "Are you here for the ultrasound?"

I nod, detaching myself from Kanda's side and following her to a private room in the back of the infirmary. When we walk in, Komui and Lenalee are already there setting up the equipment. The nurse leaves, closing the door and leaving the four of us alone.

"Lay down," Komui instructs, pointing to the bed in the center of the room. There were three chairs next to it where Lenalee and Kanda sat as I did as I was told, and Komui started pushing buttons on the small monitor. The only other thing in the small room was a table, and the over-all feeling of the room was empty and emotionless.

The scientist moved away from the screen and took the hem of my shirt. As he began to pull it up, I force a deep breath and tell myself not to freak out. He'd already seen my scars from the surgery, and that meant he must have brushed it off as battle scars. Kanda, however, was not as calm as me and his eyes were frantic as he watched my marred chest coming into view. I meet his gaze, trying to tell him that it was okay, and he almost immediately seemed to settle down.

Lenalee hadn't even glanced at me this entire time, and technically, she wasn't looking at me, she was staring at my imperfect stomach and chest. Even Komui was looking at the healed scars, the dozens of them. He raised his eyebrow, "How did you get these?"

I glue a plastic smile to my face as I reply, "Oh, these are just from battles."

He seemed suspicious, "All of them?"

I nod, "Yeah, I battled several akuma before my time at the Order, and I got a bit scraped up, as you can see."

Lenalee shakes her head over and over, staring at the healed wounds. The tears started streaming out of her eyes and her voice cracked as she whispered, "I'm sorry, I…can't."

With that, she fled the room, hands over her face, and she slams the door behind her. I flinch slightly, and Kanda gave me a look that said, "We really screwed up letting her eavesdrop." It really bothered me because she was my best friend, like my sister, practically a journal I could spill out my feelings to.

"She's been acting so strange lately, breaking down into tears for no reason," Komui shakes his head before returning his gaze to me. "Anyway, the ultrasound won't show much, but it will give us an idea of how well it's developing."

"She," I correct. "The baby's not an 'it'."

He smiles, "Of course, sorry. It will give us an idea about how well she's developing."

I nod and Kanda gives me a genuine smile from where he sat in the plastic chair to my left with his hands on his knees. Komui squirts some cold jelly-like liquid on my bare stomach, and I slightly tense up, the weird feeling reaching my toes as he rubs it in. Okay, ultrasounds were not fun so far, and I personally wanted it to be over soon. The jelly gave me a tingling sensation, like a twist on butterflies in my stomach.

After wiping off his hands, the scientist grabbed a strangely shaped stick, one end connected to a cord that ran to the monitor and the other flat with a glassy luster. I wasn't sure if I trusted the thing, but I didn't have much time to protest so I acquiesced with it as he pressed it to my stomach.

For a moment, the purple-haired male swirled the stick over the glop on my belly, but then he glanced at the monitor, smiling. I hesitantly followed his gaze, staring at the fuzzy picture. Though it was blurred slightly, I could still see the small ball that must be the baby. I couldn't take my eyes off it, because that was Kanda and I's baby, our baby!

Komui said, "It doesn't seem to have any bad signs. The baby is developing perfectly."

I grin and turn my gaze to my boyfriend. One thing I never thought I'd see on his face was the expression he had right now. His jaw was slack, and his entire face was morphed into an aghast expression. His dark eyes seemed to soften as they remained glued to the sonogram. I couldn't get over how much his eyes changed when they rested upon the picture, the penumbra haze that haunted the orbs had vanished, only leaving the shine and radiance of love and joy. Every last vestige of darkness was gone, and I truly believe that something changed him that day. I don't have the slightest idea of what happened in his past, but he was forever different, not the same Yu Kanda.

"Do you want a print-out?" Komui asked, distracting me from the rhapsodic eyes of the bluenette, now standing, beside me. I nod eagerly as he pushes a button on the monitor.

He had removed the stick from my stomach now, and while a photo printed out of the side of the screen, he handed me a cloth. Smiling gratefully, I begin to remove the slimly jelly from my skin, grimacing at the stuff.

Finally, I managed to get my belly clean, and Komui switched the dirty towel for the picture. I gaze at the photo, the small spherical mark in the middle making my smile widen. Kanda had snapped out of his stupor, and looked down at the photo in my small hand.

Giving the samurai the picture, I say, "You keep it. I have the actually baby in me, and from your expression, I have the sneaking suspicion that it might cheer you up."

Kanda pulls out his wallet, sticking the photo into where his driver's license would be, but he didn't have one. Silently, he leans over me and plants a small, chaste kiss on my lips. I didn't want the close contact to end, and I reached up my arms, possessively wrapping them around his neck and pulling him down further. As he moved his lips against mine, he kept his hands placed on either side of me, and to avoid a neck cramp later, he went down to his elbows, our chests touching now. I feel his slick tongue glide over my lip, and just before I granted access to my mouth, I hear a brazen clearing of a throat near the end of the bed.

Unfortunately, Kanda pulled away, but not before giving the tip of my nose a lick. I blush at the seemingly evocative notion, though I think I'm the only one who took it as anything more than a cute gesture.

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I sit on the bed, the chills I get at times hitting me like I was naked under a blanket of snow and my back on the surface of a frozen lake. My teeth begin chattering as I clamber into the center of the mattress, pulling the sheets and fuzzy blanket over me in an attempt to keep warm.

It hardly warmed me any and I closed my eyes, trying to focus in on heat instead of cold and I didn't notice Kanda leaving the bathroom until I felt his body pressed against mine. I look up and blade silver meets midnight sky. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me even closer to him, and I realize he's only in his boxers, causing me to blush even though my cheeks didn't feel warm. I duck my head back down into his neck.

I hated the chills so much, and I wish they would leave me, but it wasn't likely. I whisper, "Kanda, will you sing for me?"

He groans, and I immediately say, "Never mind."

"No, I just don't think I sound good when I sing. What do you want to hear?" he asks.

I smile, "For the record, I think you're a great singer, and I don't have a preference, just something that will take my mind off the coldness."

Even though I couldn't see him, the way he spoke told me he was smirking that sexy, heart-racing, nose-bleed-on-the-way smirk only he could pull off. "I have an idea."

I don't reply, and wasn't sure what kind idea he had. Then, my ears pick up his beautiful voice singing a song I knew all too well, "I wanna love you, but I better not touch. I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss, but I want it too much. I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through veins. You're poison. I don't wanna break these chains."

I was really blushing now, and the chills were gone. With that in mind, I say in the most seductive voice I can, "How would you know my mouth is hot?"

"I can always find out," he replies before his lips clash with mine.

Author Note: Sorry for the late update. Like I said before, Dad's been "stealing" the laptop, and I haven't been able to write as much. Anyways, please, Please, PLEASE R/R! Poison-Groove Coverage (There is a Yullen version, "Allen is Kanda's Poison…yullen").