[Theme: #2] [Samurai Deeper Kyo] The Cruelest Month
Well, here's the second theme for 52_flavours, enjoy =S.
:D And thank you so much, xskadi, the_sweet, and neveryouonlyme for beta-ing this!
Theme: #2: The Cruelest Month
Character/s or Pairing: Akira/Yuya
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Rating: PG for language, pregnancy, and sadism purely for the sake of humor.
Disclaimer: What do you think?
Spoilers: Chapters #177, and #258.
THE CRUELEST MONTH
Akira had feared quite a few things before, not that he’d ever admit them out loud.
There had been anger and fear -both surging through him in perfect balance- when he’d first encountered Onime no Kyo. There had been the constant fear of a certain abusive, pink-haired, bubbly shaman...-ess (He really didn’t want to figure out how on Earth Akari knew what he was thinking, even from afar). From cockroaches, to observing Hotaru staring at a plant, or a rock, or any given inanimate object for that matter. But all that aside...
He never thought he’d come to fear an actual normal woman (Tokito didn’t count as normal, and Akari didn’t count at all... he cringed).
Nor had he ever thought it would be his betrothed; Shiina Yuya, of all people.
It had been exactly thirty months, two weeks, and three days since that day (not that he kept count or anything). His first hint that something was going on had been the sheepish laughter she’d offered as an answer when he’d questioned why she kept sighing -in a giddy manner-, repeatedly. She’d followed his questioning look and ushered him over to their shared room, and embraced him. It hadn’t even been past noon yet, he noted.
"I’d went to visit Akari-san earlier."
Well, that’d explain the flustered attitude from the gunslinger, that shemale of a shaman always found a way to tease Yuya about him (or vice-versa), he sighed inwardly in aggravation.
"I’d felt like throwing up after a while there, and she examined me for a bit... and said that I was..."
All words became inaudible as Akira tried to keep himself from fainting.
He failed.
Him, become a father? Him? Akira of the Shiseiten? Of a boy? A girl? ... Or god forbid, the next Akari...
Okay, enough badmouthing her choice of lifestyle, because he certainly didn’t wish that she would dress him up as the pink-clad pigtailed boy again.
But said pink-haired Shiseiten hadn’t pummeled him when he found her by his beside after he regained consciousness. His senses told him she knew what he’d been thinking. But strange enough, she said nothing out loud.
It was the next day he’d found, that Akari had gotten her vengeance after all.
Normally, he would be awakened by Yuya’s soft and soothing voice, petite hands shaking his shoulders until he sat up, and he followed suit and gave her a peck on the cheek. That morning, she’d yelled crudely, shoving the futon from underneath him (With a very confused Akira).
"WAKE UP you bastard! MEN, ALWAYS THINKING THEY HAVE IT HARD!"
It was him who had to make breakfast, do the laundry and hang it (oh poo). Cooking was not this ice-user’s forte. That is, how was he to know when the food changed colour, and when to put what in? He was blind. Not to mention he never really learned to cook. But would his wife listen? Honestly, any sensible reason or unreasonable excuse he would give were immediately lost on her. She’d nearly bitten his head off.
"You call this FOOD? Kyoshiro can cook better than this!"
"I DON’T CARE if it isn’t strawberry season, I WANT THEM NOW!"
"I TOLD YOU THE PINK ONE, DAMMIT!"
Really, pregnant women were quite possibly the scariest beings on Earth.
Those nine months and ten days had been nothing short of hell, he thought, grimacing. He could never erase the painful and traumatic memories of the time she’d literally tied him up and tried to roast him over an open fire in the backyard (Did he mention he’d never forgive Hotaru for helping her?).
"Oh gods, Buddha, whatever higher beings out there, hear me. Please accept my husband as a sacrifice. In return, I simply ask for something to ease the pain, nothing more!"
No joke, she was serious.
He supposed he owed one to Bontenmaru for rushing to the rescue.
He remembered feeling the utmost relief when Akari and Okuni had handed him a baby boy. Yuuto was currently around two years old, give or take. The little tyke also had a thing for chewing on a certain red-eyed hitokiri’s hair.
Smiling as he felt the tiny hands clutch onto his clothing, Akira removed them gently and placed the half-asleep toddler back onto his bedding. He then proceeded to exit the room, only to find a flustered Yuya with Okuni and Akari.
"Yuya-san, you’re pregnant."
He vaguely heard Yuya shriek and passed out.
Owari
Edit: Oh and, I forgot to put up this link but, if you'd like to see more finished themes, go here.
:D And thank you so much, xskadi, the_sweet, and neveryouonlyme for beta-ing this!
Theme: #2: The Cruelest Month
Character/s or Pairing: Akira/Yuya
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Rating: PG for language, pregnancy, and sadism purely for the sake of humor.
Disclaimer: What do you think?
Spoilers: Chapters #177, and #258.
THE CRUELEST MONTH
Akira had feared quite a few things before, not that he’d ever admit them out loud.
There had been anger and fear -both surging through him in perfect balance- when he’d first encountered Onime no Kyo. There had been the constant fear of a certain abusive, pink-haired, bubbly shaman...-ess (He really didn’t want to figure out how on Earth Akari knew what he was thinking, even from afar). From cockroaches, to observing Hotaru staring at a plant, or a rock, or any given inanimate object for that matter. But all that aside...
He never thought he’d come to fear an actual normal woman (Tokito didn’t count as normal, and Akari didn’t count at all... he cringed).
Nor had he ever thought it would be his betrothed; Shiina Yuya, of all people.
It had been exactly thirty months, two weeks, and three days since that day (not that he kept count or anything). His first hint that something was going on had been the sheepish laughter she’d offered as an answer when he’d questioned why she kept sighing -in a giddy manner-, repeatedly. She’d followed his questioning look and ushered him over to their shared room, and embraced him. It hadn’t even been past noon yet, he noted.
"I’d went to visit Akari-san earlier."
Well, that’d explain the flustered attitude from the gunslinger, that shemale of a shaman always found a way to tease Yuya about him (or vice-versa), he sighed inwardly in aggravation.
"I’d felt like throwing up after a while there, and she examined me for a bit... and said that I was..."
All words became inaudible as Akira tried to keep himself from fainting.
He failed.
Him, become a father? Him? Akira of the Shiseiten? Of a boy? A girl? ... Or god forbid, the next Akari...
Okay, enough badmouthing her choice of lifestyle, because he certainly didn’t wish that she would dress him up as the pink-clad pigtailed boy again.
But said pink-haired Shiseiten hadn’t pummeled him when he found her by his beside after he regained consciousness. His senses told him she knew what he’d been thinking. But strange enough, she said nothing out loud.
It was the next day he’d found, that Akari had gotten her vengeance after all.
Normally, he would be awakened by Yuya’s soft and soothing voice, petite hands shaking his shoulders until he sat up, and he followed suit and gave her a peck on the cheek. That morning, she’d yelled crudely, shoving the futon from underneath him (With a very confused Akira).
"WAKE UP you bastard! MEN, ALWAYS THINKING THEY HAVE IT HARD!"
It was him who had to make breakfast, do the laundry and hang it (oh poo). Cooking was not this ice-user’s forte. That is, how was he to know when the food changed colour, and when to put what in? He was blind. Not to mention he never really learned to cook. But would his wife listen? Honestly, any sensible reason or unreasonable excuse he would give were immediately lost on her. She’d nearly bitten his head off.
"You call this FOOD? Kyoshiro can cook better than this!"
"I DON’T CARE if it isn’t strawberry season, I WANT THEM NOW!"
"I TOLD YOU THE PINK ONE, DAMMIT!"
Really, pregnant women were quite possibly the scariest beings on Earth.
Those nine months and ten days had been nothing short of hell, he thought, grimacing. He could never erase the painful and traumatic memories of the time she’d literally tied him up and tried to roast him over an open fire in the backyard (Did he mention he’d never forgive Hotaru for helping her?).
"Oh gods, Buddha, whatever higher beings out there, hear me. Please accept my husband as a sacrifice. In return, I simply ask for something to ease the pain, nothing more!"
No joke, she was serious.
He supposed he owed one to Bontenmaru for rushing to the rescue.
He remembered feeling the utmost relief when Akari and Okuni had handed him a baby boy. Yuuto was currently around two years old, give or take. The little tyke also had a thing for chewing on a certain red-eyed hitokiri’s hair.
Smiling as he felt the tiny hands clutch onto his clothing, Akira removed them gently and placed the half-asleep toddler back onto his bedding. He then proceeded to exit the room, only to find a flustered Yuya with Okuni and Akari.
"Yuya-san, you’re pregnant."
He vaguely heard Yuya shriek and passed out.
Owari
Edit: Oh and, I forgot to put up this link but, if you'd like to see more finished themes, go here.