Subject: Shortfic: Round w1 - Prompt: Supernatural.
Title: Suntory danger
Rating: PG-13. Bad words. Mpreg *runs*.
Genre: Crack.
Characters: Isumi/Waya, Akira/Hikaru.
Summary: “We already told you,” Isumi said, hiding his distress with a measured tone. “Waya drank an entire box of Suntory’s new drink, which turned out to be toxic, he mutated, grew a uterus and I got him pregnant…” [[I wrote this in a hurry. I apologize if there are too many typos, verb and prepositions confusion and stuff like that *bows*. And I don’t think this is funny anymore. x.x And um, can I post notes here? If I can’t, mods, please delete them! ^^U Fixed some of the errors. Sorry about making such a fuss over this lil’ piece ^_^’]]
WordCount: 2700+
"OH MY GOD!" Waya yelled as he stared at the captures taken from his ultrasound. Well, it wasn't as if he could distinguish anything but a blue-white-black huge spot, but it was more likely that what triggered his shouts were the words coming out of the doctor’s mouth.
Said man, wearing a neat white robe, glasses and a wonderful haircut, seemed to be a strange mixture of Ogata-sensei and the grumpy old lady who owned Waya’s first apartment.
“This is NOT possible!!” Waya kept yelling. The doctor massaged his temples, but he had a wicked, wicked look in those eyes.
“Well, that’s what I thought, but after doing so many tests, the only logical conclusion is that you are pregnant, Waya-san,” the doctor explained.
“No, it’s not logical. In case you failed to notice, I AM A GUY!!” Waya yelled at him, angry and flustered and hysterical.
The doctor coughed, took of his glasses and cleaned them. Then he put them on again and said, “Allow me to explain this to you again…”
* * *
When Isumi got home that day, he found Waya sitting on their bed, the lights of their room off.
“Hey,” Isumi said and delivered a quick kiss on his lips.
“We need to talk,” said Waya, serious, stiff.
“Sure. Mind if I turn on the lights?” asked Isumi, trying to sound calmed even though he didn’t miss Waya’s serious tone.
“Whatever. Just sit down,” Waya rushed him.
“So? You went to the doctor today?” Isumi questioned, tentatively, once he had turned on the lights and sat next to Waya on the bed. He wondered whether it would be a good idea to hold his hand, but Waya did not seem to want to be touched for now. Since Waya told him about all those weird symptoms he was experiencing, Isumi had feared the worst. Now his boyfriend was too serious and it didn’t seem to be a good omen.
“Yeah…” Waya sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“And…?”
* * *
Not in his wildest dreams Waya ever imagined that Isumi’s eyes could get so big. The elder opened his mouth and just stared at him in shock for what seemed to be an eternity.
“Um, Shinichirou? You still there? Because really, I wouldn’t wanna add a catatonic boyfriend to the list of biological disasters happening to me lately…”
“No! I mean, yes, yes, I’m right here, it’s just…” Isumi cupped Waya’s face gently and kept staring at him in the eye. “Are you sure you’re pregnant?”
“I wish it wasn’t something this terrible! Like stomach cancer…” Waya sighed and made a miserable face that didn’t express half of the misery he was feeling at the moment.
“Don’t say that, Yoshitaka!” Isumi said, hugging Waya.
“Well, I don’t know what we’re gonna do! We’re very young! And what are out parents going to say!?” Waya shouted.
“It’s alright, Yoshitaka. We’re gonna figure it out…” Isumi put an arm around Waya’s waist and pulled him closer. He patted on Waya’s back lightly before soothing it lovingly, trying to calm him down. At the same time, he was wondering if “your son is gay and he has a boyfriend” was any less shocking than “your gay son’s boyfriend is pregnant”. He didn’t really want to know.
* * *
“You mutated and you didn’t get superpowers!? That sucks!” said Shindou, looking quite shocked.
“Well, yes, but I’ve got a uterus. How cool is that?” Waya said and took a sip of his tea.
“Not as cool as Ochi’s haircut,” Hikaru smirked.
“You’re right. Anyway, after the first hours, no, make that days of freak-out passed, Isumi and I decided to face this as grown ups.” Waya continued.
“So you’re having the baby?” Hikaru asked, tilting his head to the right.
“Of course we are! Geez, Shindou, what kind of question is that!?” Waya glared at him. “And we also hired a lawyer to sue Suntory…”
Hikaru frowned. “Why?”
“WHY!? Because I drank his stupid addictive new drink and mutated and got pregnant! That’s why!!” Waya yelled at him.
“Yes, but! They’re the geniuses who created CC Lemon!!!” Hikaru whined.
“And the geniuses who created male pregnancy! Don’t tell me you’re still drinking that shit! If you keep on you’re going to end up carrying Touya’s baby!!”
Hikaru chocked on his drink. “Touya’s!? Are you out of your mind!? I’m a guy and I don’t like Touya!! It’s not as if, we’ve been together for years or anything!!”
Waya yawned. “Cut the crap, Shindou, everybody knows you guys are more like husband and wife than his parents!”
Hikaru blushed. “Um, well, whatever. Let’s go back to your pregnancy…”
“Oh, right. So, we’re gonna have this baby, and it’s gonna be great.” Waya said.
“And have you told your parents yet?”
“No. We invited them for dinner tomorrow and we’re gonna tell them and Isumi’s parents…”
“What do you think they’ll say?”
“How can I know?” Waya shrugged. “They might just freak out like when we told them we were together, but then again, they might be happy they’re getting a grandchild. Who knows?”
* * *
Isumi’s mother coughed. “I’m sorry, dear; I don’t think I heard you well…”
Isumi sighed and looked at his parents with a serious expression on his handsome face. Very handsome, Waya noticed, and forced himself to focus back in the horrible conversation he never imagined he would be having. “Well, it’s true. Waya’s pregnant…”
“That can’t be,” said Waya’s father, looking like he could defy the laws of nature to prove his son wasn’t pregnant. But then again, it didn’t seem like a very difficult thing to do.
“That’s what we thought first,” Waya said, “but the doctor says I am pregnant, so…”
“Have you consulted someone else? Have you tried to get a second opinion?” asked Isumi’s father, looking like he was trying hard to be polite and repress his murdering impulses.
“Um, not really. We wouldn’t want… well, more people to know, since the situation is sort of strange and…” Waya stammered and blushed. Isumi was already as red as a human being in boiling water could get.
“The most unnatural thing in the entire universe!?” Waya’s mother suddenly hollered. She had ran out of patience when Waya was 7 years old and she still hadn’t had enough time to recover it since her son had moved out.
Waya and Isumi jumped a little.
“How did this happen!?” Isumi’s mother joined what now seemed to be a yelling contest.
“We already told you,” Isumi said, hiding his distress with a measured tone. “Waya drank an entire box of Suntory’s new drink, which turned out to be toxic, he mutated, grew a uterus and I got him pregnant…”
“What the hell were you thinking!?” Waya’s mother shouted at her son, pointing at him with an accusing finger. “Why didn’t you protect yourself!?”
“Oh, I’m sorry mom, I’m just very stupid and didn’t take the pill!” Waya glowered at her. “Cuz, you know, I’m so retarded I didn’t think of seeing a gynecologist since Isumi and I started having sex!”
“Okay, that’s enough!” Waya’s father meddled in.
“But what are you going to do?” said Isumi’s father, who now seemed to be at the edge of a heart attack. “You’re very young! Shinichirou is only 23!”
“Well, we’re pros… We’ve been pros for a while…” Waya said, tentatively, and sighed.
“Yes, it’s not as if we’re in middle school or unemployed …” Isumi added, offering his parents and his in-laws a small smile. “And we love each other…” to reinforce his statement he reached out under the table and grabbed Waya’s hand.
“So you’re going to have this baby?” Isumi’s mother said, apparently jumping from surprise to anger and then to horror.
“Of course we are!” responded Isumi, looking at his mother as if she had suggested him to quit his job as a go pro.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Waya and Isumi’s gazes moved from one couple of parents to the other intermittently, as they waited for someone to say something. Then, Waya’s mother sighed heavily. “Oh well…” she said “I always wanted a grandchild…” and she offered her son a glinting smile.
* * *
“Morishita-sensei is worried about you…” came Saeki’s voice from the phone.
“I know. Please tell him I’m fine. I mean, this is going to take a few months to heal completely but it’s going to heal.”
“What is it that you have, again?” Saeki asked.
“I told you, it’s a very weird disease. I didn’t really get what the doctor said, I was feeling like crap at that time, but it’s very contagious, and I need to be in quarantine for months and even in this state living with me is very dangerous, so…”
“…Isumi-kun had to be vaccinated and the vaccine is really, really expensive, so you’d rather not see anybody in months than infect someone or made them pay for that vaccine. I know, I’ve heard the story many times, Waya, but Morishita-sensei isn’t the only one who’s worried about you. Me too…”
“I know you are, but don’t be! There’s no need. I’m okay.”
“Yeah, well, what if I got what you have, too?” said Saeki “You did throw up on me that time a few months ago…”
Waya squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. It had been one of the most awful days of his first trimester. At least he didn’t get so many nauseas anymore. “I’m terribly sorry about that. I don’t think you’ve caught it, I wasn’t sick back then. Besides, you’d already have some symptoms…”
“Well, I get nausea every time I think of that incident...”
Waya blushed. “Saeki-san, I’m fine. Well, I’m not, I’m sick, but I’m going to be fine. I swear. So please tell Morishita-sensei not to worry about me. There’s no need. I can’t go to the institute but I play Isumi a lot, and I’m studying kifu after kifu like crazy. Tell him that when I come back I’m gonna kick everyone’s ass and catch up, okay? ‘Cause I’m really going to…”
“I know you will. Good look, Waya.” Saeki sounded resigned but caring. “Get well and come back soon, study sessions aren’t that amusing when there’s no one around to tease Shindou…”
Waya laughed. “I know, don’t let that bastard get too cocky. Beat him on my name!”
“Right…” said Saeki, sounding unconvinced. “Well, I gotta go now…”
* * *
“Um, Shinichirou…” said Waya tentatively as soon as Isumi collapsed on the bed, next to him.
“What is it, honey?”
“Would you be so kind to go to the kitchen and bring the box of Oreo back with you?” he asked in a mellow tone.
Isumi groaned. “I’m tiiiired…” he said.
“I know, and I’m sorry. I would go for them myself, but, you see, I’m carrying like 12 extra kilos and with my current size, moving is a titanic task…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Isumi said, and got up. He got out of the room and came back a minute later with the box of cookies. Waya beamed at him.
“Thank you, love, you’re the best!” he responded as he received the box.
“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t eat too many of them; it’s past midnight and you might get heartburn…”
* * *
“I have nothing…” said Waya, bowing reluctantly.
“Thanks for the game” came Hikaru’s reply.
“Shit, this game was horrible…” Waya said, frowning. “Even an insei could’ve done better!”
“Are you going to blame it on the hormones again?” Hikaru said, smiling, as he cleared the board. Waya mentally thanked him; he didn’t want to keep gazing at his failure.
“No. On my ankles. I can’t stand them anymore! You see this? They look like elephant feet! I can’t sit down anymore, it’s so damn uncomfortable!” Hikaru just laughed. Great. “Don’t laugh, you idiot! I’d like to see you when you go through all this shit!” and to make things worse, Shindou laughed even harder. “Do NOT laugh. If you keep drinking that Suntory crap this is going to happen much sooner than you think!!”
“Hey!” Hikaru turned serious all of a sudden, “don’t you dare to insult CC Lemon!”
Waya frowned. “Yeah, whatever…”
“They aren’t that bad. At least they’re going to support your kid until he’s thirty! They’re paying you guys lots of money, you’ll be able to send him to the best schools, and…”
“I know, I know…” Waya sighed “They are as concerned as Isumi and I that the news don’t reach the press…”
“Well it would ruin them if it’s find out that a guy got pregnant for drinking their products…” Hikaru added, thoughtfully.
“I don’t think so. You keep buying their stuff!” Waya glowered at him. Hikaru laughed sheepishly.
“Oh, yes! Touya sent you something. Well, I was with him when he bought it. I thought it was really weird to find something like this; maybe go is truly becoming more popular nowadays?” Hikaru said, smiling, as he took a package out of his backpack and handed it to a puzzled Waya.
It was a small box wrapped in a really nice blue gift paper. Waya beamed at Shindou. “Thank you!” he said as he carefully unwrapped the gift. He knew Isumi would want to open it again by himself when he got home later that night. The gift was some rompers. The article of clothing was white, but the hems were black; it had a tiny go board embroidered on the chest and, below it, a colorfully “Go baby!”
Waya stared at it, speechless. Then he smiled sincerely and looked at Shindou, a tear in the corner of his eye. “Oh Shindou…” he said, in a soft voice, “we’re such a bunch of dorks. Thank you very much. I’ll call Touya later to thank him…”
Hikaru giggled a little and scratched the back of his head. “Hehe, you’re welcome. We figured you and Isumi-san would like something like this… Besides, we’re gonna teach him to play go as soon as he’s old enough to be sat by himself!”
Waya smiled. “You bet.”
“Yes! We’re gonna train him and he’s going to be our heir!”
“And beat Ochi’s son!”
“Which he’s going to have by artificial insemination.”
They laughed and joked for a while, but then Waya turned serious again.
“Hey, Shindou…” he said.
“What?”
“Um, I’ve been thinking lately…” he sighed, but he was smiling and fingering the rompers. Hikaru raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What if… what if I die? I mean, what would happen to my baby if I die?”
“Well, Isumi-san would take care of him, of course!” Hikaru answered. Waya frowned.
“Of course he would! But what I mean… what if we both die?” he sighed, “I know it’s stupid but suddenly I’m worried, and maybe it’s because of the stupid female hormones that are attacking me, but…”
Hikaru smiled sympathetically. “I know…”
“So, um, would take care of him? If Isumi and I die… would you take care of our child?”
Now it was Hikaru’s eyes turn to water. “I-I…”
“You know, make sure he brushes his teeth and that Ogata-sensei doesn’t get closer than 10 feet until he’s old enough to kick him in the groin if he tries something…” Waya continued, scratching the back of his neck and not looking at Hikaru in the face.
“Of course I would!!” said Hikaru, wiping a tear away.
Waya met his eyes and smiled. “Thank you…” he whispered.
Hikaru shook his head. “Thank you… For trusting me like this…” he said, and smiled at his friend with sincerity.
* * *
“I want him OUT, right now!” Waya yelled at his doctor, while Isumi held his hand but looked apologetically at the man.
“I’m sorry, but he’s not ready yet. We’ll need to wait two more weeks before the caesarean…” the doctor explained.
“No, you don’t understand…” Waya glowered murderously at him. “I can’t stand it anymore. I want him OUT…”
* * *
“That was really unnecessary…” Isumi said as he opened the door to his apartment and let Waya get inside before him. His boyfriend glared at him.
“It’s easy for you to say so! You’re not the one PREGNANT.”
Isumi sighed and prepared himself for another rant.
* * *
“Oh my God…” Waya whispered, as soon as the nurse put his baby in his arms and excused herself. Isumi, sitting next to him on the hospital bed, looked at the baby lovingly and delivered a quick kiss on Waya’s temple. “He’s really cute…”
But then, Isumi frowned. “He looks like Shindou…” he said, and raised his face to gaze suspiciously at his friend. The aforesaid blushed. Waya was oblivious to everything.
“I think he looks like you, Isumi-san…” he said.
“Actually, I think he looks like Ogata-san…” Touya added.
Isumi’s eyes widened.
“He looks like a chipmunk…” Waya said, and he smiled. “Hello there, future Honinbou Meijin Ouza Gosei Jyuudan…” he added in a tender voice, caressing his baby’s cheek with his forefinger.
And the baby started to cry.
Rating: PG-13. Bad words. Mpreg *runs*.
Genre: Crack.
Characters: Isumi/Waya, Akira/Hikaru.
Summary: “We already told you,” Isumi said, hiding his distress with a measured tone. “Waya drank an entire box of Suntory’s new drink, which turned out to be toxic, he mutated, grew a uterus and I got him pregnant…” [[I wrote this in a hurry. I apologize if there are too many typos, verb and prepositions confusion and stuff like that *bows*. And I don’t think this is funny anymore. x.x And um, can I post notes here? If I can’t, mods, please delete them! ^^U Fixed some of the errors. Sorry about making such a fuss over this lil’ piece ^_^’]]
WordCount: 2700+
"OH MY GOD!" Waya yelled as he stared at the captures taken from his ultrasound. Well, it wasn't as if he could distinguish anything but a blue-white-black huge spot, but it was more likely that what triggered his shouts were the words coming out of the doctor’s mouth.
Said man, wearing a neat white robe, glasses and a wonderful haircut, seemed to be a strange mixture of Ogata-sensei and the grumpy old lady who owned Waya’s first apartment.
“This is NOT possible!!” Waya kept yelling. The doctor massaged his temples, but he had a wicked, wicked look in those eyes.
“Well, that’s what I thought, but after doing so many tests, the only logical conclusion is that you are pregnant, Waya-san,” the doctor explained.
“No, it’s not logical. In case you failed to notice, I AM A GUY!!” Waya yelled at him, angry and flustered and hysterical.
The doctor coughed, took of his glasses and cleaned them. Then he put them on again and said, “Allow me to explain this to you again…”
* * *
When Isumi got home that day, he found Waya sitting on their bed, the lights of their room off.
“Hey,” Isumi said and delivered a quick kiss on his lips.
“We need to talk,” said Waya, serious, stiff.
“Sure. Mind if I turn on the lights?” asked Isumi, trying to sound calmed even though he didn’t miss Waya’s serious tone.
“Whatever. Just sit down,” Waya rushed him.
“So? You went to the doctor today?” Isumi questioned, tentatively, once he had turned on the lights and sat next to Waya on the bed. He wondered whether it would be a good idea to hold his hand, but Waya did not seem to want to be touched for now. Since Waya told him about all those weird symptoms he was experiencing, Isumi had feared the worst. Now his boyfriend was too serious and it didn’t seem to be a good omen.
“Yeah…” Waya sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“And…?”
* * *
Not in his wildest dreams Waya ever imagined that Isumi’s eyes could get so big. The elder opened his mouth and just stared at him in shock for what seemed to be an eternity.
“Um, Shinichirou? You still there? Because really, I wouldn’t wanna add a catatonic boyfriend to the list of biological disasters happening to me lately…”
“No! I mean, yes, yes, I’m right here, it’s just…” Isumi cupped Waya’s face gently and kept staring at him in the eye. “Are you sure you’re pregnant?”
“I wish it wasn’t something this terrible! Like stomach cancer…” Waya sighed and made a miserable face that didn’t express half of the misery he was feeling at the moment.
“Don’t say that, Yoshitaka!” Isumi said, hugging Waya.
“Well, I don’t know what we’re gonna do! We’re very young! And what are out parents going to say!?” Waya shouted.
“It’s alright, Yoshitaka. We’re gonna figure it out…” Isumi put an arm around Waya’s waist and pulled him closer. He patted on Waya’s back lightly before soothing it lovingly, trying to calm him down. At the same time, he was wondering if “your son is gay and he has a boyfriend” was any less shocking than “your gay son’s boyfriend is pregnant”. He didn’t really want to know.
* * *
“You mutated and you didn’t get superpowers!? That sucks!” said Shindou, looking quite shocked.
“Well, yes, but I’ve got a uterus. How cool is that?” Waya said and took a sip of his tea.
“Not as cool as Ochi’s haircut,” Hikaru smirked.
“You’re right. Anyway, after the first hours, no, make that days of freak-out passed, Isumi and I decided to face this as grown ups.” Waya continued.
“So you’re having the baby?” Hikaru asked, tilting his head to the right.
“Of course we are! Geez, Shindou, what kind of question is that!?” Waya glared at him. “And we also hired a lawyer to sue Suntory…”
Hikaru frowned. “Why?”
“WHY!? Because I drank his stupid addictive new drink and mutated and got pregnant! That’s why!!” Waya yelled at him.
“Yes, but! They’re the geniuses who created CC Lemon!!!” Hikaru whined.
“And the geniuses who created male pregnancy! Don’t tell me you’re still drinking that shit! If you keep on you’re going to end up carrying Touya’s baby!!”
Hikaru chocked on his drink. “Touya’s!? Are you out of your mind!? I’m a guy and I don’t like Touya!! It’s not as if, we’ve been together for years or anything!!”
Waya yawned. “Cut the crap, Shindou, everybody knows you guys are more like husband and wife than his parents!”
Hikaru blushed. “Um, well, whatever. Let’s go back to your pregnancy…”
“Oh, right. So, we’re gonna have this baby, and it’s gonna be great.” Waya said.
“And have you told your parents yet?”
“No. We invited them for dinner tomorrow and we’re gonna tell them and Isumi’s parents…”
“What do you think they’ll say?”
“How can I know?” Waya shrugged. “They might just freak out like when we told them we were together, but then again, they might be happy they’re getting a grandchild. Who knows?”
* * *
Isumi’s mother coughed. “I’m sorry, dear; I don’t think I heard you well…”
Isumi sighed and looked at his parents with a serious expression on his handsome face. Very handsome, Waya noticed, and forced himself to focus back in the horrible conversation he never imagined he would be having. “Well, it’s true. Waya’s pregnant…”
“That can’t be,” said Waya’s father, looking like he could defy the laws of nature to prove his son wasn’t pregnant. But then again, it didn’t seem like a very difficult thing to do.
“That’s what we thought first,” Waya said, “but the doctor says I am pregnant, so…”
“Have you consulted someone else? Have you tried to get a second opinion?” asked Isumi’s father, looking like he was trying hard to be polite and repress his murdering impulses.
“Um, not really. We wouldn’t want… well, more people to know, since the situation is sort of strange and…” Waya stammered and blushed. Isumi was already as red as a human being in boiling water could get.
“The most unnatural thing in the entire universe!?” Waya’s mother suddenly hollered. She had ran out of patience when Waya was 7 years old and she still hadn’t had enough time to recover it since her son had moved out.
Waya and Isumi jumped a little.
“How did this happen!?” Isumi’s mother joined what now seemed to be a yelling contest.
“We already told you,” Isumi said, hiding his distress with a measured tone. “Waya drank an entire box of Suntory’s new drink, which turned out to be toxic, he mutated, grew a uterus and I got him pregnant…”
“What the hell were you thinking!?” Waya’s mother shouted at her son, pointing at him with an accusing finger. “Why didn’t you protect yourself!?”
“Oh, I’m sorry mom, I’m just very stupid and didn’t take the pill!” Waya glowered at her. “Cuz, you know, I’m so retarded I didn’t think of seeing a gynecologist since Isumi and I started having sex!”
“Okay, that’s enough!” Waya’s father meddled in.
“But what are you going to do?” said Isumi’s father, who now seemed to be at the edge of a heart attack. “You’re very young! Shinichirou is only 23!”
“Well, we’re pros… We’ve been pros for a while…” Waya said, tentatively, and sighed.
“Yes, it’s not as if we’re in middle school or unemployed …” Isumi added, offering his parents and his in-laws a small smile. “And we love each other…” to reinforce his statement he reached out under the table and grabbed Waya’s hand.
“So you’re going to have this baby?” Isumi’s mother said, apparently jumping from surprise to anger and then to horror.
“Of course we are!” responded Isumi, looking at his mother as if she had suggested him to quit his job as a go pro.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Waya and Isumi’s gazes moved from one couple of parents to the other intermittently, as they waited for someone to say something. Then, Waya’s mother sighed heavily. “Oh well…” she said “I always wanted a grandchild…” and she offered her son a glinting smile.
* * *
“Morishita-sensei is worried about you…” came Saeki’s voice from the phone.
“I know. Please tell him I’m fine. I mean, this is going to take a few months to heal completely but it’s going to heal.”
“What is it that you have, again?” Saeki asked.
“I told you, it’s a very weird disease. I didn’t really get what the doctor said, I was feeling like crap at that time, but it’s very contagious, and I need to be in quarantine for months and even in this state living with me is very dangerous, so…”
“…Isumi-kun had to be vaccinated and the vaccine is really, really expensive, so you’d rather not see anybody in months than infect someone or made them pay for that vaccine. I know, I’ve heard the story many times, Waya, but Morishita-sensei isn’t the only one who’s worried about you. Me too…”
“I know you are, but don’t be! There’s no need. I’m okay.”
“Yeah, well, what if I got what you have, too?” said Saeki “You did throw up on me that time a few months ago…”
Waya squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. It had been one of the most awful days of his first trimester. At least he didn’t get so many nauseas anymore. “I’m terribly sorry about that. I don’t think you’ve caught it, I wasn’t sick back then. Besides, you’d already have some symptoms…”
“Well, I get nausea every time I think of that incident...”
Waya blushed. “Saeki-san, I’m fine. Well, I’m not, I’m sick, but I’m going to be fine. I swear. So please tell Morishita-sensei not to worry about me. There’s no need. I can’t go to the institute but I play Isumi a lot, and I’m studying kifu after kifu like crazy. Tell him that when I come back I’m gonna kick everyone’s ass and catch up, okay? ‘Cause I’m really going to…”
“I know you will. Good look, Waya.” Saeki sounded resigned but caring. “Get well and come back soon, study sessions aren’t that amusing when there’s no one around to tease Shindou…”
Waya laughed. “I know, don’t let that bastard get too cocky. Beat him on my name!”
“Right…” said Saeki, sounding unconvinced. “Well, I gotta go now…”
* * *
“Um, Shinichirou…” said Waya tentatively as soon as Isumi collapsed on the bed, next to him.
“What is it, honey?”
“Would you be so kind to go to the kitchen and bring the box of Oreo back with you?” he asked in a mellow tone.
Isumi groaned. “I’m tiiiired…” he said.
“I know, and I’m sorry. I would go for them myself, but, you see, I’m carrying like 12 extra kilos and with my current size, moving is a titanic task…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Isumi said, and got up. He got out of the room and came back a minute later with the box of cookies. Waya beamed at him.
“Thank you, love, you’re the best!” he responded as he received the box.
“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t eat too many of them; it’s past midnight and you might get heartburn…”
* * *
“I have nothing…” said Waya, bowing reluctantly.
“Thanks for the game” came Hikaru’s reply.
“Shit, this game was horrible…” Waya said, frowning. “Even an insei could’ve done better!”
“Are you going to blame it on the hormones again?” Hikaru said, smiling, as he cleared the board. Waya mentally thanked him; he didn’t want to keep gazing at his failure.
“No. On my ankles. I can’t stand them anymore! You see this? They look like elephant feet! I can’t sit down anymore, it’s so damn uncomfortable!” Hikaru just laughed. Great. “Don’t laugh, you idiot! I’d like to see you when you go through all this shit!” and to make things worse, Shindou laughed even harder. “Do NOT laugh. If you keep drinking that Suntory crap this is going to happen much sooner than you think!!”
“Hey!” Hikaru turned serious all of a sudden, “don’t you dare to insult CC Lemon!”
Waya frowned. “Yeah, whatever…”
“They aren’t that bad. At least they’re going to support your kid until he’s thirty! They’re paying you guys lots of money, you’ll be able to send him to the best schools, and…”
“I know, I know…” Waya sighed “They are as concerned as Isumi and I that the news don’t reach the press…”
“Well it would ruin them if it’s find out that a guy got pregnant for drinking their products…” Hikaru added, thoughtfully.
“I don’t think so. You keep buying their stuff!” Waya glowered at him. Hikaru laughed sheepishly.
“Oh, yes! Touya sent you something. Well, I was with him when he bought it. I thought it was really weird to find something like this; maybe go is truly becoming more popular nowadays?” Hikaru said, smiling, as he took a package out of his backpack and handed it to a puzzled Waya.
It was a small box wrapped in a really nice blue gift paper. Waya beamed at Shindou. “Thank you!” he said as he carefully unwrapped the gift. He knew Isumi would want to open it again by himself when he got home later that night. The gift was some rompers. The article of clothing was white, but the hems were black; it had a tiny go board embroidered on the chest and, below it, a colorfully “Go baby!”
Waya stared at it, speechless. Then he smiled sincerely and looked at Shindou, a tear in the corner of his eye. “Oh Shindou…” he said, in a soft voice, “we’re such a bunch of dorks. Thank you very much. I’ll call Touya later to thank him…”
Hikaru giggled a little and scratched the back of his head. “Hehe, you’re welcome. We figured you and Isumi-san would like something like this… Besides, we’re gonna teach him to play go as soon as he’s old enough to be sat by himself!”
Waya smiled. “You bet.”
“Yes! We’re gonna train him and he’s going to be our heir!”
“And beat Ochi’s son!”
“Which he’s going to have by artificial insemination.”
They laughed and joked for a while, but then Waya turned serious again.
“Hey, Shindou…” he said.
“What?”
“Um, I’ve been thinking lately…” he sighed, but he was smiling and fingering the rompers. Hikaru raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What if… what if I die? I mean, what would happen to my baby if I die?”
“Well, Isumi-san would take care of him, of course!” Hikaru answered. Waya frowned.
“Of course he would! But what I mean… what if we both die?” he sighed, “I know it’s stupid but suddenly I’m worried, and maybe it’s because of the stupid female hormones that are attacking me, but…”
Hikaru smiled sympathetically. “I know…”
“So, um, would take care of him? If Isumi and I die… would you take care of our child?”
Now it was Hikaru’s eyes turn to water. “I-I…”
“You know, make sure he brushes his teeth and that Ogata-sensei doesn’t get closer than 10 feet until he’s old enough to kick him in the groin if he tries something…” Waya continued, scratching the back of his neck and not looking at Hikaru in the face.
“Of course I would!!” said Hikaru, wiping a tear away.
Waya met his eyes and smiled. “Thank you…” he whispered.
Hikaru shook his head. “Thank you… For trusting me like this…” he said, and smiled at his friend with sincerity.
* * *
“I want him OUT, right now!” Waya yelled at his doctor, while Isumi held his hand but looked apologetically at the man.
“I’m sorry, but he’s not ready yet. We’ll need to wait two more weeks before the caesarean…” the doctor explained.
“No, you don’t understand…” Waya glowered murderously at him. “I can’t stand it anymore. I want him OUT…”
* * *
“That was really unnecessary…” Isumi said as he opened the door to his apartment and let Waya get inside before him. His boyfriend glared at him.
“It’s easy for you to say so! You’re not the one PREGNANT.”
Isumi sighed and prepared himself for another rant.
* * *
“Oh my God…” Waya whispered, as soon as the nurse put his baby in his arms and excused herself. Isumi, sitting next to him on the hospital bed, looked at the baby lovingly and delivered a quick kiss on Waya’s temple. “He’s really cute…”
But then, Isumi frowned. “He looks like Shindou…” he said, and raised his face to gaze suspiciously at his friend. The aforesaid blushed. Waya was oblivious to everything.
“I think he looks like you, Isumi-san…” he said.
“Actually, I think he looks like Ogata-san…” Touya added.
Isumi’s eyes widened.
“He looks like a chipmunk…” Waya said, and he smiled. “Hello there, future Honinbou Meijin Ouza Gosei Jyuudan…” he added in a tender voice, caressing his baby’s cheek with his forefinger.
And the baby started to cry.