Expecting Chapter 7
Title: Expecting
Author: Axraxshi
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: In an alternate history, an unknown disease resulted in the extinction of females. Thankfully evolution saved the human species from dying out.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘Ooku’, or Arashi. This is what happens when I let my imagination off its leash.
A/N: This is not really based on ‘Ooku’, just a similar starting. Warning: M-preg (I know this is quite a weird topic for most people, I’m merely a crazy person who wanted to explore this universe) Readers discretion advised.
[Prologue][ Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4][ Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]
Chapter 7:
“I’m sorry, Nino,” Jun whispered, taking the smaller man’s hands into his.
“It’s okay,” Nino replied, voice shaking, “I understand,”
A soft smile on his lips, Jun placed a quick kiss on Nino’s head before grabbing his suitcase. With one last look at his tiny apartment and Nino kneeling in the middle of it, an encouraging smile on his face, Jun hurried out to the waiting rickshaw driver.
From the windows, Nino watched as Jun left in the rickshaw, heading back to his own village for an important interview. The letter laid on Jun’s bare table, the designer’s tools taken with him in case a sample of his work was required. Nino couldn’t read what was written on that piece of paper, but from what he learnt from Sho and what Jun told him, a multi-prefecture company saw Jun’s work and was interested in hiring him to design their winter collection. This particular company was even more powerful than the first. It would guarantee Jun national recognition, which was why Nino insisted that Jun go even though the young designer was hesitant. He didn’t want to leave Nino behind all alone, but Nino had managed to reason that the agency would look after him. In the end, Jun decided seize the opportunity, on the condition that Jun’s father would come to take care of Nino.
Nino didn’t know much about Jun’s father. The designer only mentioned that his father wanted a grandson and was the one who paid for Nino’s fees, and Nino didn’t know how to bring him up in conversations even if he wanted to.
According to the telegram from Mr Matsumoto, the soon-to-be grandfather was supposed to arrive after midday, giving Nino plenty of time to get himself ready. After all, this was Jun’s father he was going to meet, and if he wanted Jun to like him, it was only natural to get his father’s approval. Kneeling by the windows, Nino peered outside anxiously, expecting a rickshaw to pull up outside Jun’s house and a fashionable old man would step out it, grinning at Nino with the same smile Jun had.
Nino, who was busy dreaming about his possible future father-in-law, jumped as the noon gong sounded. Jun’s father would arrive any minute. Nervous, Nino stuck his head as far out of the window as possible, trying to spot any rickshaws coming his way. Unfortunately, there were too many rickshaws on the street that Nino didn’t know which one to be ready for. One had stopped outside Jun’s little house, giving Nino a near heart attack when a burly man with tattoos stepped out, only for the man to enter the opposite house.
And then a carriage pulled over.
Nino was quite fascinated by the grand carriage. The village was too poor for most of the commoners to afford one, and it wasn’t like Jun had a house in the rich part of town. With curious feline eyes, he watched as a man in his early fifties stepped out with assistance from one of the guards he had with him. The old man made a slow 360 degree turn as though to survey the place, and giving a look of disgust, he said something to one of the guards who immediately replied with a bow. Nino would have continued watching them if he didn’t suddenly remember that he had to watch out for a rickshaw.
Scanning the streets once more, Nino was so busy trying to guess who Jun’s father was when a loud knock on the door startled him. Hastily getting to his feet, Nino wondered who it could be when they rarely had guests, and his biweekly checkup wasn’t till next week. Sliding the door open, Nino received the shock of his life when the same rich old man he saw outside a few moments ago was standing on his doorstep.
“So you’re the one carrying my grandson?” asked the old man coldly, eyeing Nino.
“Yes, sir,” spluttered Nino, opening the door wider to allow Jun’s father in, “I’m Ninomiya Kazunari, sir,”
Ignoring the flustered Nino, Mr Matsumoto stepped into the house, a hint of disgust on his face, “How does Jun live in…this…,” he spat, “it’s a dump!” The old man sat himself at the round table, “I just don’t get that boy…” he sighed to himself before turning to Nino, “Aren’t you going to offer me tea?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” replied Nino. With shaky hands Nino tried his best to make tea the way Jun liked it, hoping that his father liked his tea the same way. Trembling, Nino offered the drink to the old man. Nino’s heart nearly died when he noticed the grimace on Mr Matsumoto’s face. Operation ‘get into Jun’s father’s good books’ was a total disaster. Mr Matsumoto didn’t seem to like him one bit.
Unsure of what he was and wasn’t allowed to do in Mr Matsumoto’s presence, Nino knelt quietly as he waited for the old man to say something. Mr Matsumoto didn’t. The awkward silence was killing Nino, and having those guards stare at him menacingly didn’t help at all.
Nino was so confused. This was nothing like how he expected Jun’s father to be. He was thinking of a humble old man just as warm and loving as his Jun, but the real Mr Matsumoto was the total opposite. He was cold, distant and most importantly, seemed to look down on Nino. The worst part was that Mr Matsumoto looked so much like Jun that it was highly unlikely that everything was a misunderstanding and the real Mr Matsumoto would show up.
There were plenty of other questions running through Nino’s head as well. If Jun’s father was rich, why did Jun act like he was poor? Nino now knew how Jun managed to afford his services, judging by Mr Matsumoto’s clothes, carriage and guards, but he could easily afford better clothes and a nicer house. Nino just didn’t understand what Jun was thinking.
“You,” said Mr Matsumoto suddenly, looking at Nino with an even bigger frown on his face, “When did my son sleep with you?”
Nino flushed beetroot at the question which came at such a random time, “Slightly over two months ago, sir,”
Mr Matsumoto stroked his chin, deep in thought as his icy cold glare seemed to pierce right through Nino. Something was definitely wrong. Why was Mr Matsumoto staring at him as though he had committed a brutal murder or something just as terrible?
“Men,” barked Mr Matsumoto, addressing his guards, “Hold him down,”
Before Nino could register what Jun’s father had said, Mr Matsumoto’s guards had grabbed him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. Shocked, Nino kicked and screamed for all he was worth, but he was no match for those muscular guards.
With rough fingers, Mr Matsumoto started to undress Nino, undoing his obi before pulling his yukata apart, leaving Nino standing in the middle of the room in his undergarments. The confused Nino protested with all his might, not knowing what Jun’s father was trying to do nor why he did what he did.
“Keep quiet, boy!” snapped Mr Matsumoto in a voice so fierce that Nino immediately stopped squirming out of fear, not wanting to know what would be done to him if he disobeyed. The summer wind blew against his bare body, causing Nino to shiver. He wanted to cover his exposed body, but his arms were being bound behind his back. He didn’t like what Mr Matsumoto was doing to him. It was as though his body was public property and could be violated like that. But his feelings were hurt much more than his pride. Why would Jun’s father do something as humiliating to him as that?
As though to answer his question, Jun’s father ran his rough hands up and down Nino’s tummy several times, his frown getting deeper and deeper each time.
“Two months, you said?” asked Mr Matsumoto, sounding more like he was making a statement rather than asking a question.
“Yes… sir,” replied Nino after finding his voice. He was sure the baby in him was two months old. Sho said he was carrying Jun’s child and he had followed the calendar closely. What was wrong? Before Nino could think any further, a palm came flying his way, hitting him squarely on the cheek as the sound of flesh hitting flesh resonated around the room. His left cheek burned as tears tricked down his face.
“You can’t lie to me,” spat Jun’s father, “If you’re really carrying my grandson, your stomach should be much bigger by now,”
Nino glanced at Mr Matsumoto, his words sinking in, and then he glanced at his abdomen. The old man was right. At the two month stage, his belly would have balloon quite a bit that it would have been visible. However, his stomach was still as flat as ever. Something was wrong. Sho said he was positive, and Sho was always right! There had to be some explanation for this.
“I…I…” Nino tried to say something, but he didn’t know what to say.
“Enough!” shouted Mr Matsumoto, “I was right from the start. You were out to cheat our money! If our village’s agency weren’t busy, we wouldn’t have come to some pathetic village like this!”
Grabbing his things, preparing to leave, Mr Matsumoto gave one last order to his men, “You know what to do with this piece of garbage,”
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AN: I guess those of you who are used to my fics know that I love to bully Nino a lot. This is like the climax of the story, so hope you enjoy it. I'll do my very best to upload the next part. Thanks for reading~
Author: Axraxshi
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: In an alternate history, an unknown disease resulted in the extinction of females. Thankfully evolution saved the human species from dying out.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘Ooku’, or Arashi. This is what happens when I let my imagination off its leash.
A/N: This is not really based on ‘Ooku’, just a similar starting. Warning: M-preg (I know this is quite a weird topic for most people, I’m merely a crazy person who wanted to explore this universe) Readers discretion advised.
[Prologue][ Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4][ Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]
Chapter 7:
“I’m sorry, Nino,” Jun whispered, taking the smaller man’s hands into his.
“It’s okay,” Nino replied, voice shaking, “I understand,”
A soft smile on his lips, Jun placed a quick kiss on Nino’s head before grabbing his suitcase. With one last look at his tiny apartment and Nino kneeling in the middle of it, an encouraging smile on his face, Jun hurried out to the waiting rickshaw driver.
From the windows, Nino watched as Jun left in the rickshaw, heading back to his own village for an important interview. The letter laid on Jun’s bare table, the designer’s tools taken with him in case a sample of his work was required. Nino couldn’t read what was written on that piece of paper, but from what he learnt from Sho and what Jun told him, a multi-prefecture company saw Jun’s work and was interested in hiring him to design their winter collection. This particular company was even more powerful than the first. It would guarantee Jun national recognition, which was why Nino insisted that Jun go even though the young designer was hesitant. He didn’t want to leave Nino behind all alone, but Nino had managed to reason that the agency would look after him. In the end, Jun decided seize the opportunity, on the condition that Jun’s father would come to take care of Nino.
Nino didn’t know much about Jun’s father. The designer only mentioned that his father wanted a grandson and was the one who paid for Nino’s fees, and Nino didn’t know how to bring him up in conversations even if he wanted to.
According to the telegram from Mr Matsumoto, the soon-to-be grandfather was supposed to arrive after midday, giving Nino plenty of time to get himself ready. After all, this was Jun’s father he was going to meet, and if he wanted Jun to like him, it was only natural to get his father’s approval. Kneeling by the windows, Nino peered outside anxiously, expecting a rickshaw to pull up outside Jun’s house and a fashionable old man would step out it, grinning at Nino with the same smile Jun had.
Nino, who was busy dreaming about his possible future father-in-law, jumped as the noon gong sounded. Jun’s father would arrive any minute. Nervous, Nino stuck his head as far out of the window as possible, trying to spot any rickshaws coming his way. Unfortunately, there were too many rickshaws on the street that Nino didn’t know which one to be ready for. One had stopped outside Jun’s little house, giving Nino a near heart attack when a burly man with tattoos stepped out, only for the man to enter the opposite house.
And then a carriage pulled over.
Nino was quite fascinated by the grand carriage. The village was too poor for most of the commoners to afford one, and it wasn’t like Jun had a house in the rich part of town. With curious feline eyes, he watched as a man in his early fifties stepped out with assistance from one of the guards he had with him. The old man made a slow 360 degree turn as though to survey the place, and giving a look of disgust, he said something to one of the guards who immediately replied with a bow. Nino would have continued watching them if he didn’t suddenly remember that he had to watch out for a rickshaw.
Scanning the streets once more, Nino was so busy trying to guess who Jun’s father was when a loud knock on the door startled him. Hastily getting to his feet, Nino wondered who it could be when they rarely had guests, and his biweekly checkup wasn’t till next week. Sliding the door open, Nino received the shock of his life when the same rich old man he saw outside a few moments ago was standing on his doorstep.
“So you’re the one carrying my grandson?” asked the old man coldly, eyeing Nino.
“Yes, sir,” spluttered Nino, opening the door wider to allow Jun’s father in, “I’m Ninomiya Kazunari, sir,”
Ignoring the flustered Nino, Mr Matsumoto stepped into the house, a hint of disgust on his face, “How does Jun live in…this…,” he spat, “it’s a dump!” The old man sat himself at the round table, “I just don’t get that boy…” he sighed to himself before turning to Nino, “Aren’t you going to offer me tea?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” replied Nino. With shaky hands Nino tried his best to make tea the way Jun liked it, hoping that his father liked his tea the same way. Trembling, Nino offered the drink to the old man. Nino’s heart nearly died when he noticed the grimace on Mr Matsumoto’s face. Operation ‘get into Jun’s father’s good books’ was a total disaster. Mr Matsumoto didn’t seem to like him one bit.
Unsure of what he was and wasn’t allowed to do in Mr Matsumoto’s presence, Nino knelt quietly as he waited for the old man to say something. Mr Matsumoto didn’t. The awkward silence was killing Nino, and having those guards stare at him menacingly didn’t help at all.
Nino was so confused. This was nothing like how he expected Jun’s father to be. He was thinking of a humble old man just as warm and loving as his Jun, but the real Mr Matsumoto was the total opposite. He was cold, distant and most importantly, seemed to look down on Nino. The worst part was that Mr Matsumoto looked so much like Jun that it was highly unlikely that everything was a misunderstanding and the real Mr Matsumoto would show up.
There were plenty of other questions running through Nino’s head as well. If Jun’s father was rich, why did Jun act like he was poor? Nino now knew how Jun managed to afford his services, judging by Mr Matsumoto’s clothes, carriage and guards, but he could easily afford better clothes and a nicer house. Nino just didn’t understand what Jun was thinking.
“You,” said Mr Matsumoto suddenly, looking at Nino with an even bigger frown on his face, “When did my son sleep with you?”
Nino flushed beetroot at the question which came at such a random time, “Slightly over two months ago, sir,”
Mr Matsumoto stroked his chin, deep in thought as his icy cold glare seemed to pierce right through Nino. Something was definitely wrong. Why was Mr Matsumoto staring at him as though he had committed a brutal murder or something just as terrible?
“Men,” barked Mr Matsumoto, addressing his guards, “Hold him down,”
Before Nino could register what Jun’s father had said, Mr Matsumoto’s guards had grabbed him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. Shocked, Nino kicked and screamed for all he was worth, but he was no match for those muscular guards.
With rough fingers, Mr Matsumoto started to undress Nino, undoing his obi before pulling his yukata apart, leaving Nino standing in the middle of the room in his undergarments. The confused Nino protested with all his might, not knowing what Jun’s father was trying to do nor why he did what he did.
“Keep quiet, boy!” snapped Mr Matsumoto in a voice so fierce that Nino immediately stopped squirming out of fear, not wanting to know what would be done to him if he disobeyed. The summer wind blew against his bare body, causing Nino to shiver. He wanted to cover his exposed body, but his arms were being bound behind his back. He didn’t like what Mr Matsumoto was doing to him. It was as though his body was public property and could be violated like that. But his feelings were hurt much more than his pride. Why would Jun’s father do something as humiliating to him as that?
As though to answer his question, Jun’s father ran his rough hands up and down Nino’s tummy several times, his frown getting deeper and deeper each time.
“Two months, you said?” asked Mr Matsumoto, sounding more like he was making a statement rather than asking a question.
“Yes… sir,” replied Nino after finding his voice. He was sure the baby in him was two months old. Sho said he was carrying Jun’s child and he had followed the calendar closely. What was wrong? Before Nino could think any further, a palm came flying his way, hitting him squarely on the cheek as the sound of flesh hitting flesh resonated around the room. His left cheek burned as tears tricked down his face.
“You can’t lie to me,” spat Jun’s father, “If you’re really carrying my grandson, your stomach should be much bigger by now,”
Nino glanced at Mr Matsumoto, his words sinking in, and then he glanced at his abdomen. The old man was right. At the two month stage, his belly would have balloon quite a bit that it would have been visible. However, his stomach was still as flat as ever. Something was wrong. Sho said he was positive, and Sho was always right! There had to be some explanation for this.
“I…I…” Nino tried to say something, but he didn’t know what to say.
“Enough!” shouted Mr Matsumoto, “I was right from the start. You were out to cheat our money! If our village’s agency weren’t busy, we wouldn’t have come to some pathetic village like this!”
Grabbing his things, preparing to leave, Mr Matsumoto gave one last order to his men, “You know what to do with this piece of garbage,”
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AN: I guess those of you who are used to my fics know that I love to bully Nino a lot. This is like the climax of the story, so hope you enjoy it. I'll do my very best to upload the next part. Thanks for reading~