Leaving TGOI

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews and onto the next chapter. Enjoy.

Shizuo groaned, attempting to roll over, failing miserably in his task. It was becoming harder to move and a lot more uncomfortable. His hair was as long as it was ever going to get. Tonight or maybe today it was worse than usual his chest was itchy and...damp?

Startled awake he lifted his head, gently resting his hand where he had felt the damp patch. Nudging his lover, he waited for the sleeping raven to wake up. "What's wrong? Shizu-chan." Shrugging his shoulders, his fingers clutched to the hem of his damp shirt. "Can you switch on the light?" Even he could hear the panic in his own voice.

The mattress relaxed as his fiancé got up. Seconds later, he shielded his eyes from the bright glare that filled the room. "You need the toilet again?" Shizuo had promised that he wouldn't wander around in the dark. His pee breaks had become more frequent, meaning he was waking up at stupid hours, in the middle of the night. After a near accident last week, he had agreed, waking the flea up every time he needed to get out of bed.

"I don't know." Looking down he could see two clear wet patches. Tilting his head back, he looked up at the ceiling, for any leaks. There wasn't. "Flea, can you help with this?" His movements weren't as flexible now. Seconds later his bed shirt was pulled over his head. Shizuo cursed. He was almost there, he didn't want any more symptoms.

But he knew that's what it was, his nipples were hard and painful, not to mention wet. "Ah!" Flinching as he touched one, he looked up at his lover. "What?" He could see Izaya knew what was wrong with him. "Calm down. You're leaking breast milk." Dropping back onto the pillow, he let out a frustrated groan. "No! No more." He felt like crying again.

"I didn't say anything, because Shinra thought you might not get that particular problem." Shizuo said nothing, staring at the bead of milk. "When does it stop?" His lover didn't give him an answer. "How am I supposed to go to work?" He noticed the cautious look in those crimson eyes, mouth set into a thin line. "I'll pick you up some breast pads. Women usually put them in their bras."

"I am not wearing a fucking bra! I'm not a woman!" His lover took his temper in stride, waiting until he calmed down. Or in this case promptly burst into tears. "I know that. Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan." Shaking his head, he placed both of his hands on his swollen belly. "That's your answer for everything!" Damn it he was crying again, but with the lack of available movement and ban on his strength, it was the only thing he could do. He settled for throwing the toy rabbit.

Mr god complex caught it with ease, letting out a sigh. "That's because it's true. Calm down, Shizu-chan. No stress remember?" Glaring at his lover, he grimaced when he crossed his arms on his chest, smearing milk along his arm. "Damn it." Izaya had managed to get close to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "It's normal. You'll get through it. Ne, you got through everything else."

Slim arms gently wrapped around his sensitive chest. "It's easy for you. You're not fucking pregnant." His lover continued embracing him. "Language. Get some sleep. I'll be back soon." Coffee eyes widened. "Where are you going?" Gentle fingers smoothed his hair, trying to calm the panic that threatened to rise. "The convenience store." His bangs were brushed back, a soft kiss pressed against his forehead. "I won't be long." His fiancé pulled a new shirt over his head, making sure he was comfortable. The light was switched off, returning him to darkness. Pulling the covers further over him, Shizuo tried to get back to sleep. Reaching around, he grabbed the soft rabbit, clutching it to him.

It was less than ten minutes, he was blinded by the light being turned on. Shizuo had attempted to get to sleep, but being uncomfortable and alone hadn't helped, keeping him tightly wound and unable to relax. "Shizu-chan, I'm back." Already his shirt was damp. "Yeah." His lover was grinning and that was never a good sign. "Come on, I'll run you a bath."

Glancing at the time, he looked at Izaya blankly. "It's the middle of the night." But he let go of the bunny anyway, following the whistling raven into the bathroom. The carrier bag was left in the floor, Izaya helping him to climb in. It wasn't long before the bath was filled with hot water, white foam bubbles along the surface. He had to admit it was relaxing and calmed his mood significantly.

His lover had shrugged off his coat, rolling up his sleeves. Shizuo flinched as a wash cloth was placed against his back. "I'll be gentle." Sitting up he felt the circular motions on his back, relaxing, calming and distracting. He could feel himself sliding back, leaning into the touch. He had known that he was tired, frustrated and emotionally unstable. His fiancé worked on his shoulders, rolling them under his palm. "Ah!"

"Too much?" Shaking his head, he tilted it to the side allowing Izaya better access. "Such a protozoan, letting yourself get this tense." He should be angry at that. Instead his eyes fluttered closed. "Mm." He could feel every bit of tension leaving him. "Better?" Nodding his head just slightly, he was pulled back, so he was leaning against the ceramic. "Ow!"

His eyes snapped open, seeing Izaya kneeling at the side of the bath. The wash cloth had barely touched his sensitive nipples. "Bare with it." A comforting hand remained on his shoulder, his eyes following Mr god complex's movements. He watched as the cloth was dabbed lightly over his chest, circling each perky nub. "Hurts." The wash cloth was moved lower, cleaning his belly.

Once Izaya had finished, the water was drained, his lover helping him out of the bath, wrapping one of their fluffy towels around him. Shizuo remained standing while he was gently patted dry, his fiancé being extra careful around his chest and groin areas. "Sit down." He did as he was told, keeping the towel around his waist. "What are you doing?" The contents of the bag were pulled out, Izaya cutting open both packets.

"Because I'm so brilliant, I came up with an idea. Hold these." He grimaced as he held the breast pads lightly over each nipple. Shizuo wouldn't be wearing a bra, that was asking for trouble. Shizuka was gone for good. A smile split across his face, a bandage wrapped around his chest, keeping the pads in place. "You can let go now." Doing just that, he let his lover wrap them around him a few more times.

The flea then proceeded to take the towel away completely, rubbing cocoa butter over and around his pregnant belly. Not only that, but he helped him get dressed, slipping his boxers over his legs, along with warm pyjama pants. "Arms up." Lifting them as far as he could, a clean night shirt was pulled over his head. "All done." A slim hand slipped into his, leading him back into the bedroom.

Shizuo was helped back under the covers, the stuffed toy placed in the crook of his arm. In the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of fire, Izaya lighting the coffee scented candle on his bedside table. There was a harsh exhale of breath as the match was blown out, seconds later the bedroom light went out, the bed dipping, his side becoming warm as his lover joined him. "Good night, Shizu-chan." This time he had no problems getting to sleep, a smile touching his lips.

Shizuo didn't want to wake up. He was finally relaxed, dead to the world. Ignoring the hand resting on his shoulder he refused to break the surface of his sleep. "Shizu-chan. Wake up." He knew he had to. If it was any other day, His lover would have let him sleep in, most likely the entire day. But today was different. Today he couldn't afford to miss work. It was his last day at TGOI.

Forcing his eyes to open, he found himself staring into crimson eyes. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Shizuo may have grunted in reply, pausing as he felt a small pain. It was different to when his baby kicked. "I made you breakfast." Sure enough, Izaya was holding a bowl of porridge, scooping up a mouthful and blowing. Opening his mouth he accepted the spoonful, chewing and swallowing gratefully. "Thanks."

As usual Izaya helped him wash, change the pads and get dressed, helping him into the car, the seat belt being pulled across, the cushioned part of the strap, resting against his belly. The passenger door was closed. This would be the last time he would be doing this. His lover climbed in on the other side. "Ready?" To say goodbye to everyone? No he wasn't. Something was ending, even if it was temporary.

That odd pain was there again, in his lower abdomen, making him wince. Maybe he should tell Izaya about it. No. He had bothered his lover enough with his problems. Ignoring the new symptom, he played with the ends of his hair, while he bit his lip. "You'll see everyone again. They can come and visit." It wasn't the same, he had become accustomed to seeing his workmates every day.

Once the car was parked, he was helped out. Stepping onto the pavement, Shizuo looked up at the building he had been working at. Seven years. It had been a long time. "Shizu-chan?" Izaya's hand slipped into his own. "I'm fine." Still he remained standing for a few more minutes, memorising every detail of the building he had been coming to everyday. "It's getting colder, let's go inside."

Letting out a long sigh, he followed after his soon to be former boss. There was that pain again, sharp and sudden. Shaking his head, he continued into the lift, letting it take them to the flea's office. "I'll make the coffee." His lover sighed. "Fine, leave it on the side." Nodding his head, Shizuo trudged into the kitchen, leaning against the wall by the doorway. He was actually going to miss the morning announcement.

Good morning my lovely humans. Today will be the last time you here my wonderful voice. As of today, my P.A and fiancé Shizu-chan will be going on maternity leave, meaning I will be taking time off as well.

Hidden in the kitchen, his breath hitched, his vision becoming blurry. This was really it. Wiping a hand across his eyes, he tried to hold back the tears. Damn his mood swings.

However, that doesn't mean you can slack off. In my absence The Great Orihara Industries will be run by Kyouko Orihara. Work hard my precious humans. If you have any problems, go to your line managers or wait until Monday.

That was it. The last morning announcement he would hear. "Shizu-chan?" Moving away from the wall, he switched on the coffee machine. Taking out his and Izaya's mug, he set to making his lover one of his last drinks. "Everything okay?" It was like his lover could sense something was wrong. "...Yeah." Clenching his fist, he felt another sharp pain, a tear leaking from the corner of his eye. Damn it.

"Its not like you'll be gone for good. Eight months, Shizu-chan. That's less than a year." Nodding his head, he made Izaya's coffee and his hot chocolate, stepping back from the sideboard. The mugs were quickly grabbed and carried from the room. "Do you want any of those unhealthy cravings of yours?" Shaking his head, he slowly dropped back onto the sofa. "No." He didn't feel hungry at all. Shizuo left his laptop where it was, his gaze fixed on the small CCTV screens. He could see his department. Everyone looking happy as usual. He could see Takara and his other new friends busy doing their work. He would miss them.

The day passed agonizingly slow. There wasn't much work for him to do, since it was just the case of tying up loose ends. His other work would be covered by his department, as it had been since he had become pregnant. He could see his lover completely absorbed in work, trying to get all of his pieces done. Once he had finished he went back to watching the screens. It would be pointless to try and get some sleep with his new symptom.

There were still the goodbyes, but he couldn't say it just yet. The time changed to midday, meaning it was lunch time. The flea glanced up from the desk. "Go ahead without me." For once he did just that. Izaya was there if he needed him, though most likely it would be when he needed him. Waddling along the corridor,he found himself looking at the walls and layout.

Pressing the button on the lift, he waited for it to come up, only for the light to go out again. Damn it. How many times had he told Mr god complex to get it fixed. Eventually the doors slid open, allowing him inside and taking him down to the third floor. He had to push the button a few more times for the doors to slide open.

Shizuo forced a smile as he walked into the company cafeteria, he could pretend he was fine, another sharp pain made him grimace for a few seconds. "Good luck!" He was met with every employee standing from their chair, clapping their hands together. There were a few squeals thrown in, but he knew the culprits for those. A large banner stretched across the room, the words Good luck across it.

Shit. He felt like crying again. Instead of turning from the room, he made his way to his usual table, pulling up a seat. "Shizu-Shizu. What do you think?" He nodded unable to say anything. Kadota passed him the menu, which he glanced through, before ordering a sandwich. He really didn't feel like eating. Izaya didn't join them.

After spending his last lunch break with his workmates, he trudged back to Izaya's office. None of them had said anything about it being his last day, he hadn't either. Pushing the door open, he could see quick fingers dancing across the keyboard, crimson eyes glued to the screen. "Enjoy your lunch?" His lover hadn't looked up. "Yeah."

"I'm almost done." Nodding his head, he decided to make Izaya another cup of coffee. Making his way slowly to the desk,, he went to pick the mug up. "I can do that, Shizu-chan." Shizuo kept hold of the mug. "I want to do it." Minutes later, slim fingers stopped. "And done. Everything is finished." Letting go of the mug, he trudged around the desk, looping his arms around Izaya's neck. His fiancé just held him, the way he wanted.

"Shizu-chan. Times up." Looking up from his spot on the sofa, he felt another pain. It was nearing the end of the day. This was it, he watched as Izaya picked up the tannoy. Can all employees from the admin department, report to my office. Ignoring another pain, he sat up properly waiting for his workmates to come up.

A knock on the door made him turn his head. "Come in." All of them shuffled in, standing just behind the sofa. "You wanted to see us?" He took his time looking over each one of his colleagues and friends. Karisawa, Kadota, Walker, Kida and Mikado. He would miss them. "I'll be taking Shizu-chan home shortly, say your goodbyes." Karisawa didn't squeal, she let out a frustrated groan. "Shizu-Shizu, I'll miss you." He accepted the awkward hug from her. "Good luck, Shizuo." He shook both teen's hands. Along with Walker's "We'll still come and visit."Taking Kadota's hand, he held on tight. "I know, I'll still miss you." And now he was crying again. So much for that. His work mates, each took a space on the sofa, Karisawa had tears in her eyes, Mikado was silent.

"You've been here long enough. Karisawa, Dotachin, you two stay." The other three left the room. "Shizu-chan, do you want to tell them?" Nodding his head, he wiped at his eyes, biting his lip at another pain. They seemed to be getting closer together. "We want you to be our baby's godparents." He was ready for the loud squeal. "Thank you. Thank you." Shizuo smiled as Karisawa ran around the office, hugging both of them. "Wow. Thanks man." Kadota was a lot more laid back.

"Shizu-chan.." Nodding his head, he pushed himself up from the sofa. "Oh my god." Shizuo stood awkwardly as his colleague attempted to hug him, arms around his swollen stomach. "Good luck, Shizu-Shizu. Take care of him, Iza-Iza." He allowed a smile to touch his lips as she stepped back, allowing the others to say their pieces. "Good luck, Shizuo." He took Kadota's hand in his. "Yeah, good luck."

"You two get out of my office." It was time to go. The baby was due in the next three weeks. Now he had no choice but to stay close to the hospital. He could see his lover watching him, his arms over his stomach as he wobbled like a penguin. Making his way over to the stairs, a vice like grip pulled him back. "This way Shizu-chan."

"What's wrong with the stairs?" Mr god complex looked at him like he had asked a stupid question. "You're heavily pregnant. We're taking the lift." Shizuo shook his head. "Taking the stairs will be safer." The flea shook his head, dragging him along to the lift, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The doors slid shut behind them, Shizuo pushing the button for the ground floor.

His stomach turned as they made it past the first floor, hearing sickening screech as it stopped dead, knocking him off balance, the rail keeping him up. "Shit." He cursed as he thumbed the button repeatedly. He heard a sigh next to him, wincing as he felt another pain in his stomach, this one was a lot worse. Mr god complex was pressing the emergency button. "Looks like its not working." Shizuo glared at him. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious, flea."

The stupid pain had started off short and sharp, it was now a continuous pain always there. "I told you we should take the stairs." Shit, now it hurt. "You're pregnant, Shizu-chan. I'm not risking you falling down the stairs." Shizuo grit his teeth. "Because getting trapped in a damn lift is so much better." Mr god complex shrugged, crimson eyes watching him. "I didn't know the lift would stop." He scoffed. "You seem to know everything else. Why didn't you get the damn thing fixed?"

Damn it, someone stop this pain. Biting his lip, he breathed deep. Crimson eyes looked at him worriedly. "Shizu-chan?" The pregnant man doubled over, gasping in pain. His entire body froze as something burst inside him, he could feel something running down his leg. "Shizu-chan, what's wrong?" No, damn it. "Uh, flea. I think my waters just broke." If he wasn't trying to calm his breathing he would've laughed at the priceless expression on his lover's face."Are you sure?" Doubling over, he glared at the panicking flea. "Oh course I'm sure." His lover had gone pale "Great, our child is as unpredictable as you." Through half lidded eyes he watched Izaya pressing the button rapidly. "No one's answering."

"Are you kidding? I need to get to the hospital." Waddling painfully to the doors, he rested both palms on the doors. "Shizu-chan, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be using your strength." He glared at Mr god complex, who was gently pulling him away and lowering him to the floor. "What are you -agh! Doing?" He had never seen Izaya look so panicked. "Calling Shinra."

The phone was on loud speaker, so he could hear too. Hello. The illegal doctors voice came through clearly. "Shinra, me and Shizu-chan are stuck in the lift." Is Shizuo okay? He opened his mouth to reply, only to get hit by another wave of pain. "He thinks his waters have broken." The blond glared at him. "Not think, know. Damn it."

Shizuo, are you in pain? Izaya kept the phone out of his reach. "What do you think? Ngh! Get this thing out of me!" Mr god complex shook his head. "Tell him he'll be fine, Shinra. They were met with silence. "Shinra?" A sigh could be heard through the end of the phone. You two didn't attend those birthing classes did you? Both of them let out a sigh, his sounding pained. "I was the only bloody pregnant male there. Agh!"

Well if you had, you'd know you were going into labour. Both of them froze. "No way. I'm not due for another few weeks." There was another sigh. Well you are. By the sounds of it, you're seconds away from your first push. Izaya you're going to have to deliver it. Crimson and coffee met, the same shock reflected in both. This wasn't the normal birth he had planned for.

Next:- Panic stations

A/N:- So out of curiosity, did anyone guess about the lift?