Pure shock

A/N:- Thank you for all the reviews, they mean a lot. Feeling a lot better and have started eating again, yay. Anyways onto the next chapter enjoy.

Three weeks later

Shizuo blinked, groggily opening his eyes. He had been feeling tired lately and sleeping earlier, pulling himself up in bed, he felt his stomach turn. Clasping a hand to his mouth, he ran into the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. He hated being sick, luckily he had the week off now since he was due on. He had finished his last pill yesterday morning. The blond tried to stand, failing miserably and throwing up again. Izaya had already left for work, deciding not to wake him up. He was on his own.

Finally stopping, he decided to skip breakfast, since it would probably come back up anyway. Returning to bed with a glass of water, Shizuo pulled back the thick covers and climbed into bed. He thought about calling Izaya, but if his lover was finally working distraction free, he didn't want to disturb him. Turning over he let himself drift asleep.

The next time he woke up, he had lost half the day, Izaya should have been home at twelve o'clock, to check on him, like the overprotective flea usually did, there was no sign off him. There was a carrier bag at the end of the bed, which he reached for carefully, in case he needed to make another toilet trip. The bag was full of chocolate bars, not that sugar free crap the flea had tried to trick him with last month, it was real chocolate and he couldn't eat a damn chunk. Leaving the bag where it was, he turned over to get some more sleep.

The blond woke up to a swaying motion, that didn't help his stomach at all. Forcing his eyes open, he glanced up to see the light on, Izaya bouncing on him. "Shizu-chan. I'm home. Have you been sleeping all day?" Shit. "Izaya st-" pushing him off, he ran from the room, barely making it. "Shizu-chan? Are you sick?" Wiping his mouth, he glanced behind him, seeing Izaya at the door. "Only since I woke up. Don't come near me, I don't want you catching it." The next second he was back to gripping the edge of the bowl. Gentle fingers held his hair back. "You haven't eaten all day then?"

He shook his head, hopefully done for today. As he stood, a palm touched his forehead. "It doesn't feel like you have a temperature. Do you want me to call Shinra?" Shizuo shook his head straight away. "No. If it gets any worse I'll go to the doctors." Shinra was out of the question. What if he noticed something that normal people didn't have?

"Fine, but if you're still being sick in three days, I'll drag you there myself, Protozoan." His fiancé's arm hooked under his, helping him back to bed. "Go back to sleep." He couldn't do anything, the covers were thrown over him. "Goodnight, Shizu-chan." Before closing his eyes, he watched Izaya carry his laptop in the room and knew he wouldn't be alone.

The next morning he was woken by Izaya. "Shizu-chan, how are you feeling?" In response to that question, the blond bolted up and dashed to the bathroom. Washing out his mouth, he trudged miserably back to the bedroom. "You should try and eat something. I made you soup." Letting out a yawn the blond, climbed back in to bed, rolling on his side. The bowl stayed where it was on the bedside table. "Try and eat some. I'll be back at lunch." Turning over he settled back down under the covers. Trust him to get sick. "See you later, Shizu-chan." He was out within seconds.

The first thing he saw when he woke up again, was the cold bowl of soup and still full glass of water. Sitting up he tried a sip of the water, deciding that he felt slightly better. He didn't feel sick any more. Climbing out of bed, Shizuo made his way downstairs taking the soup with him. He made himself some toast just in case.

It went down fine. He remembered the last time he had been sick. Kasuka had been the one taking care of him. He had been in bed, a bucket beside him, throwing up constantly for two days and sleeping the rest of the time. This was nothing like that. He didn't feel sick, just very tired and maybe more unstable than usual.

At lunch time, the flea came back, if he was surprised to see him up, he didn't show it. "Shizu-chan, I'm back." He waved from where he was sitting on the sofa. "What are you doing out of bed?" Turning away from the television, he peered over the sofa. "I felt better. What do you want for lunch?" His fiancé grinned, holding a white plastic box. "I got some ootoro. Mm." The smell hit him as soon as the takeaway container was opened. Clapping a hand over his mouth, he made it up the stairs as quick as he could. When he came back down, Izaya was staring at him with those sharp eyes. "You said you felt better."

The blond shrugged, he had felt better. "I think it's that. It stinks." He smiled at the look on Izaya's face. "Leave my ootoro wrong, it doesn't make anyone ill. Maybe it's food poisoning." This time Shizuo glared at him. "There's nothing wrong with my cooking, you eat the same food as me." Damn flea, maybe it it was his cooking, that had done it.

"Go and see the doctor tomorrow." Shizuo nodded, keeping his distance. "I'll make an appointment and then go back to bed." Grabbing the phone he scrolled through the phone book, selecting the number he needed. A perky female voice came through on the other end. "I need to make an appointment for tomorrow." He listened to the voice on the other end. "Shizuo Heiwajima...Okay, half ten. Thanks." Hanging up the phone, he placed it back on the cradle. "Half ten tomorrow. Happy?" His fiancé cursed. "I have meetings until eleven. I could try and cancel."

"Flea, I'll be fine by myself. I'll call you after, it's just flu." Not waiting for an answer to that, he made his way back to bed. He didn't fall asleep until he heard the door slam, his lover returning to work. It was just a cold, everything would be fine. With that in mind, he fell into a restless sleep.

Dinner was fine, he ate every grain of rice, those sharp crimson eyes watching him, not once did they leave him. Thanks to him being ill they hadn't kissed in two days. The two of them shared a bath, but other than that, Izaya didn't touch him. Mr god complex was actually holding back. It actually made him a little disappointed.

Wednesday was the same routine, once again Izaya had left for work already. Shizuo failed to keep breakfast down, but ate anyway. After showering and using the toilet, a realisation hit him. He hadn't started bleeding yet. Brushing it off, he got dressed, checking the time. Before the pill he had been irregular all the time, sometimes early and sometimes late.

Shizuo covered his nose as he walked past Russian Sushi and any other takeaway shop. He made it to the doctors without being sick. His phone vibrated in his pocket, taking it out he read the message. Are you at the doctors yet? Texting back, he noticed a load of posters saying to turn phones off. Switching his own off, he made his way to reception. "How can I help?" By how happy she seemed he knew this was the woman he had spoken to. "Shizuo Heiwajima, I called yesterday." He waited as she scrolled through the computer. "Okay take a seat."

The wait tested his patience. The clock on the wall ticked, letting him know every second that passed. Behind him there was a teenager on their phone talking non-stop. On one side there was a man that looked like he needed a hospital, coughing everywhere. On his other side, there was a mother trying to control to children. "Get back here, or I'll take your toys away." The children ignored her, her voice getting louder and grinding on his nerves. The young girl ran past him, tripping over the man's walking stick.

He caught her before she fell, helping her stand. She looked up at him with bright eyes and smiled. "Thank you." Letting go of his gentle hold, she turned back around, running after her brother. "Thank you for that." Great, now the mother was trying to get his attention. "I haven't seen you before, I mean you don't look sick." Hm, maybe he should have brought Izaya, it would have been funny to see his reaction. "You don't say much to you?" Another voice spoke over her. "Shizuo Heiwajima." Letting out a sigh of relieve, he quickly moved to the reception desk. "Room 16."

He found the room easily, knocking on the door. "Come in." Opening the door, he stepped into the room. There were a serious of charts on the wall, a thin bed alongside the wall, with a skeleton model in the corner. "Shizuo Heiwajima? Please take a seat." He did as he was told, facing his doctor, he was an oldish looking man with greyish hair. "What can I do for you?"

"I've been throwing up since Monday." The old man nodded. "I see. On and off or consistently?" He felt like he was back at school. "On and off. Mainly the morning." Another nod. "Any pain?" Shizuo shook his head. "Temperature?" Again he shook his head. "Open your mouth." Ugh he was almost as annoying as Shinra with all his qustions.

He did as he was told, his doctor shining a thin torch down his throat. "Well there's no swelling. Let me listen to your chest." He didn't move as a small silver circle was pressed against his chest and then his back "Everything is fine. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a urine sample. Use this and bring it back. The toilet is through there."

Wordlessly he took the tub, heading for the toilet. He was in there a while, finding trouble in going. Eventually he brought the tub back out, handing it to his doctor. "Wait there." His doctors eyes widened as he ran a test and he knew immediately he shouldn't have come. "Forgive me if I'm wrong. You have the same readings as a pregnant woman. I would say it was morning sickness, but since you are male-

Shizuo didn't listen to the rest, he left the room and the building as quickly as he could, his mind numb. It was a lie it had to be. Maybe his cycle had messed with the reading. A car beeped, swerving around him, still he carried on walking. His legs took him to the pharmacist, where his hands reached out automatically, picking several different boxes up.

Laying them on the counter he looked ahead blankly, the woman behind the till was saying something, but his ears felt fuzzy, his body worked on auto pilot digging out the money he had and putting it on the counter. His items were swept into a bag, which he took with numb fingers. The cashier tried to speak again, holding her hand out. His own hand was pulled forward, a series of clinking sounded.

Putting the money back in his pocket. His legs directed him home. He wasn't sure how long it took, or where he had walked from. All he knew was he had to get home and prove the doctor wrong. Shaky fingers fumbled with the key as he tried to fit it in the lock. The door opened and was closed straight after. All of his weight leaning against it, as he struggled to stay upright.

The keys slipped from his fingers, his legs climbed the stairs, while his hand pushed open the door, making his way to the toilet. It was the longest wait of his life, his numbed mind forcing him to keep checking the little stick in front of him. The first showed two lines one thick and one purple faint, Shizuo threw the test against the wall useless. The next ones were simple. The word pregnant flashing up across the digital screen.

One test didn't prove anything, maybe it was broken. Maybe it was...maybe... The blond felt his blood run cold, his auto pilot shutting off. He crashed straight to the bathroom floor, landing on his knees. Shizuo gazed down horrified at the number of pregnancy tests scattered across the floor. Each one saying the same PREGNANT.

It was impossible... It was just... He had been careful. He had taken his pill everyday. They had done it once...just once...using protection...he had taken every precaution...Why? How did this happen? He wasn't ready. He didn't want this. Piece by piece he could feel his mind shutting down. A small part of him screaming that he should call Izaya.

The flea would tell him everything would be okay, he would come and tell him it was all a lie, that the tests were all broken. Nothing was wrong, everything was fine. His life had finally been going the way he wanted it to. So why? It didn't make sense...it didn't.

Crawling over to the toilet, the blond emptied his stomach, this time he knew it wasn't due to morning sickness. Pregnant! Pregnant. The word ran through his head over and over again. Pregnant. Pushing himself up, his knees faltered again, making him stagger. His body gave way, unable to support him, his limbs no longer belonged to him. Falling backwards, he felt a dull ache at the back of his head, darkness taking him. Good, Maybe he would wake up from this nightmare.

Shizuo didn't want to wake up. Waking up was dangerous. He would have to face reality and right now he couldn't. In cases like this it was Shizuka that took over, that was no longer an issue. He was on his own. No that wasn't true either. He had Izaya, but maybe Izaya wouldn't want him any more. Yeah, he was on his own again.

His consciousness was dragged to the surface, demanding he open his eyes. No, he didn't want to wake up. His eyelids flickered open, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling of their bedroom. That wasn't right, he had been in the bathroom. How did he get here? "Shizu-chan." What colour was left, drained from his face, he wasn't alone. At the end of the bed, there were two figures watching over him. The first was Izaya, who stared at him,wearing his poker face expression. His gaze moved across to the other figure. Shit. The flea had called Shinra.

Closing his eyes, he turned away from both of them. "Shizu-chan! I know you're awake." He remained silent, not moving an inch. "Shizuo you hit your head, do you remember anything? Shizuo, say something." Shinra kept repeating the same question, he didn't want to answer. Why was he asking anyway? He noticed that both of them were keeping their distance. "Go away."

Right now his moods weren't stable, hell he was on a short fuse, quickly running out. He couldn't see what Izaya was thinking, not the slightest hint. The fact that Shinra had been called, meant there was no way he didn't know. "Shizu-chan."He couldn't look into those eyes, the way they stared through him. "Go away!"

"Get out. Please." Neither one listened to him, it was then the flea moved closer, making him shrink back. He could already feel it taking over, the numbness he felt was being replaced by rage. "Shizu-chan. I saw the tests." So he already knew, of course he did, there wasn't a thing he didn't know. Nothing was ever hidden, he had no secrets.

Throwing the covers back, Shizuo threw his legs over the side. He was no longer in control. Biting his lip, he picked up the bedside table, by the look in his fiancé's eyes he knew what was going to happen. "Shizuo put that down." Neither one of them moved. Why wouldn't they go away? The piece of furniture slammed into the wall between them, Izaya being the only one that didn't cower. Go away, go away go away goawaygoawaygoawaygoaway. He could hear Shinra's shout as he went to pick up the wardrobe. "Shizuo no! No lifting in your condition. Izaya, stop him."

An arm looped around his neck, trying to get his attention. Turning around he aimed a punch at the interference, Izaya dodging with ease. "Calm down, protozoan." He tried again, the flea dodging every single move, bringing his leg around to kick the back of his knee. He barely felt it, but found himself stumbling anyway.

It was followed by a sweep of quick legs, sending him off balance, he found himself falling forwards, knowing he would hit the carpet, landing on his face. His vision blurred as he was spun, Izaya grabbing his arm arm, his path changing so that he landed on the bed on his stomach. The flea straddled him, knees either side of him holding him still. His hair was yanked back harshly, the familiar silver blade, resting its cold edge against his throat. "Don't make me use this, Shizu-chan. Calm down."

He continued struggling his fists pounding into the mattress, even as he felt his eyes become damp and his mind shut down. "Hold him still!" The blond gasped in pain, the sharp blade, drawing a thin line of blood. A knee pressed into the centre of his back, digging into his spine. Shizuo felt a sharp sting in the side of his neck, trying to pull away from the needle, he could already feel his energy draining, it wasn't long before he was no longer keep his eyes open. "Shizu-chan." The blond flailed weakly even as the blissful darkness took him.

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