Gift Fic for sakurai_no_ocha [2/2]

[santa_johnny]

PART ONE


"That's impossible," Saya crushes my theory the next morning. "Wishes can't transcend science."

"I didn't wish for a baby, anyway," Chinen grumbles, annoyed at being pulled from his sleep so early to catch Saya before she left for work.

"How did it happen, then?!" I exclaim. "Nothing else makes sense."

Saya sighs as she adjusts her hat. "It's magical, whatever it is," she tells them. "Tracing back to New Year's Day. I had just seen Yamada-kun the night before when Yuuri was picked up for work-I remember you waved at me from the van-and there was no glow at all. Something happened between then and when you got back here. Something magical. Do you know any magic people?"

"What, like wizards?" I ask, wrinkling my nose.

Saya rolls her eyes. "All magic isn't wizardry, you know. Anyone can cast a spell if they have the right ingredients. All it would take is someone experienced enough to manipulate molecules, and suddenly you have a baby growing inside you that's made from both your and my brother's genes."

"Would you know if someone was magic?" Chinen asks her curiously.

"Yes, but I'd have to see them in person, not on TV." Saya shrugs on her jacket and grabs her keys. "For what it's worth, I haven't seen any magic people in Japan for a long time. They died out a few centuries ago, but I heard there are still a few scattered throughout the world."

"So the only way someone could put a spell on me is from overseas?" I summarize, even more hopeless than before.

"Seems so." She turns to leave, tossing a final glance over her shoulder. "Does it really matter how it happened, though? You're having a baby. Accept it and move forward, because she's going to be here in a couple weeks whether you're ready or not. See you later."

The atmosphere is eerily quiet after the door closes behind her. Chinen's slumped against the wall, looking like he could fall back asleep right there if I let him, but I'm not ready to give up solving this mystery yet. "What did you wish for, Chii?"

His eyes open again, much easier this time, but he only holds my stare for a few seconds before dropping his gaze to the floor. "It's hard to explain."

"Try," I say gently, glancing over to the couch. "Over here, so I can sit down."

Wordlessly he follows, flopping down on the next cushion that somehow feels too far away. I've gotten used to having him close, but like Yuuto had said, this isn't about me, at least not right now.

I wait patiently for him to speak; all I have is time, really. Sitting here watching Chinen battle himself mentally is more productive than anything I've done in the past three months. I try to send him silent encouragement, because if sixth senses and magic are real then telepathy can be too, but he doesn't look any less frustrated than before.

"I'm the youngest, you know?" Chinen finally says, talking more to his hands than me, and all at once I realize how hard this is for him to say. "I haven't always been, but that doesn't matter. I've always been smaller and weaker than everyone. I kept thinking I would grow bigger and stronger, but it never happened."

"I hear you," I interject, smiling when he lets out a short chuckle. "You're not alone there, you know."

"I'm smaller than you too, though," Chinen points out. "Even Ryuutaro grew bigger than me. I got used to it, and it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it bothers you, but sometimes I feel like no one needs me."

"What the hell," I scoff, turning to give him an incredulous look. "Of course we need you! You're practically one of the frontmen of the group. You're just as popular as I am! I've always said that you should have solos, too."

Now Chinen laughs. "I highly doubt that, but that's not what I'm talking about anyway. I've never questioned my place in JUMP. Solos don't matter to me. I'm happy doing whatever is asked of me. It's been six years, but I'm still amazed that people want to watch me sing and dance on stage, you know? Even if I have to share it with eight other people."

"That's admirable," I tell him, feeling even warmer at his loyalty to our group.

"You know how everyone counts on Yabu for encouragement?" Chinen goes on, lifting his eyes to look at me properly, and I can't really define what I see within them. "Inoo-chan is the smart one who helped us with our homework in high school. Hikaru listens to all of our problems, Dai-chan gives great advice, and even Takaki can take charge and handle things when he has to."

"BEST are older than us, yes," I say. "What are you getting at?"

Chinen sighs. "I just wanted someone to need me like that. No one comes to me when they're upset or lost. Everyone is always doing things for me, just because I'm the smallest. Not that I mind at all, but after a while I yearned to be the one to do things. I wanted to take care of someone else for once. Someone who will look up to me and trust me the way we trust those guys."

I nod as I listen, remembering how often Chinen gets spoiled by everyone in the group, including me. "I understand, I think."

"I guess the sun goddess figured that the only way this could happen is if I had a baby," Chinen goes on, laughing a little. "And since you were there with me…I don't know."

"I wished for you to get what you wished for," I finally tell him. "I didn't have anything I particularly wanted, so I gave my wish to you."

"Apparently that was your consent to house our child," Chinen mutters. "I'm sorry, Yama-chan. I know you didn't ask for any of this."

"It's not your fault," I say, playing patty-cake with my daughter through my skin. "For what it's worth, you take very good care of me. I can only imagine how much better it will be after she's born."

"I like it, a lot," Chinen admits, his cheeks tinting like he's confessing something scandalous. "Being needed by you. You're the last one I ever expected to need me, since you're so far ahead of me in everything, so in a way that's enough to satisfy the wish on its own."

"Do you want to talk about your feelings for me?" I ask suddenly, feeling more nervous about it than Chinen looks. "Because I want to talk about them."

"I think it's a combination of everything," Chinen starts, like he's trying to justify it for himself as well as me. "Being so close to you all the time, knowing you need me so much, and the fact that you're having my baby to begin with…it was inevitable, wasn't it? After all of that, I would be coldhearted if I didn't at least like you a little bit."

"I can only speak for how I feel now, riddled with hormones," I preface my words, because everything within me really wants to say them, "but I think I have them, too. Feelings. For you."

I watch Chinen smile as he reaches for my hand, once again reminding me how much thicker my fingers are than his. "I'm really happy."

I want to say the same, but each squeeze of his hand just makes me feel uncomfortable. "How can you even be attracted to me, though?" I ask, unable to stop the insecurities from pouring out. "I'm so huge and gross. I break a sweat when I get up-"

"Yamada Ryosuke," Chinen cuts me off firmly, his eyes hard as he glares at me. "If you call yourself fat one more time, I'm going to show you how attracted to you I really am."

That has me falling silent, staring at him in disbelief. "Really?"

"Really."

I think about that for a few seconds, then hide a smirk as I lift our joined hands. "But look at my fingers. They practically swallow yours. I could probably break your knuckles just by squishing them. I-"

The rest of my words are eaten by Chinen, who sits up on his knees to grab the front of my shirt and press our mouths together, effectively silencing me. I don't know how I thought Chinen would kiss, if I had ever thought about it before now, but I wouldn't have expected it to be so intense, so demanding. All he's doing is pressing our lips together and it's like I'm paralyzed in place, unable to move, wholly under his command.

"You're beautiful," Chinen whispers, letting go of my shirt to wrap his arms around my neck, and this time I kiss him, my body coming back to life as I share my feelings the only way I know how.

Something wet hits my cheek and my eyes pop open, because it's not from me. Chinen looks sheepish as he wipes his face, then tosses me a look. "Shut up, I'm happy."

"Have you been getting into my prenatals?" I ask him seriously, and he swats at my arm before I pull him completely into my lap, kissing him again. It's a little addictive, especially when he flicks his tongue between my lips and my mind spins. I've never had such a powerful kiss before, and that's how I know that whatever I'm feeling is real.

It's a little awkward to sit like this, Chinen basically hunched over my protruding belly, but it works well enough for him to kiss me senseless, making me forget where we are and what I look like as I feel the muscles of his back under my hands.

"We're gonna do this together, right?" I ask between kisses, because I feel much braver with him so close to me. "We're gonna be a family?"

"Yeah," he replies, grinning so hard that I can't kiss him properly. "A family."

*

Inoo hovers over me with a scalpel and I've never been more terrified in my entire life. "Ready, Yama-chan?"

"No," I answer honestly. I'm lying in the Chinens' bathtub with only a pair of shorts on, old ones I won't mind tossing out after this. Chinen's on one side of me and his sister is on the other, the homemade ultrasound showing a much bigger blob that's more or less thrashing around because she wants out.

"It's okay, Yama-chan," Chinen insists, holding my hand with both of his. "Inoo-chan has a steady hand and excellent depth perception from his studies-"

"He has a degree in architecture, not medicine!" I exclaim, starting to freak out now that I'm five seconds away from being cut open by our keyboardist. "Can't we just pay a real doctor a lot of hush money to do it?!"

"I told you we should have tranqed him," Chinen mutters to his sister, but she reaches across the bathtub to smack him in the head.

"That's not good for the baby!" she exclaims. "We can drug him afterward. For now, we just have to get her out."

"Just fucking do it," I grumble, squeezing my eyes shut and clamping down on Chinen's hand because this is all his fault.

Instantly Saya's hands are on my abdomen, so far down that it's almost indecent, but thankfully she stops just before the waistband of my shorts. "Cut here," she instructs Inoo. "Don't go more than a couple centimeters, since there's not an actual uterus."

"Thank god for that," I mutter, and Chinen just dabs my forehead with a washcloth.

I brace myself for the pain of being cut open, but I only feel a little pressure. Saya's hissing instructions to Inoo, telling him how to open my skin and where to reach inside, and I wonder if it just hurts so much that I'm completely numb already. Curiously I open my eyes, but it feels like I'm watching it happen to someone else. There's a small trickle of blood from where Inoo had cut me, but that's it.

Everything else is magic. That's the only way I can describe it. Even Saya looks amazed at the translucent substance that disintegrates once it hits the air. Inoo seems to be concentrating on his very important task for which he is not at all qualified, but he just stops and stares once he has the glowing bundle in his hands-my baby.

"Do you guys see that?" Saya asks quietly. "Is it glowing for you?"

"Yeah," the three of us answer, followed by a piercing agreement from the newest member of the world.

Inoo seems to snap right back into doctor mode after that, handing off the baby to Saya while he stitches up my abdomen. "This is probably going to scar," he says apologetically as he wipes away what little blood I had produced.

"I don't care," I tell him, my attention on Saya bathing the very real, very loud baby girl in the sink, carefully wiping her down. "I didn't even feel anything. It was so surreal."

"You can thank whoever put this spell on you for that," Saya calls over. "It looks like she's been charmed to be painless. That's probably why you didn't have any pregnancy problems, either."

"That's nice," I say, not really listening to what she's saying. She seems to notice this and laughs as she grabs one of the SMAP-provided diapers and fastens it onto the infant. I'm nearly crawling out of the bathtub with how badly I want to see her, which has Saya smiling even bigger as she kneels back down and transfers the baby into my arms.

She's beautiful. She has Chinen's nose, but that's okay. She's wide awake and squirming enough for me to hold on tighter, not letting her go anywhere. I maintain my grip even when Chinen leans over, lightly sifting his fingers through the tufts of dark hair on her head and looking just as enamored as I feel.

When I finally drag my eyes away from my daughter, I see Inoo kneeling at the end of the bathtub, looking pretty damn proud of himself. "Thanks," I tell him.

He just shakes his head. "Thank you for letting me share this experience with you. Yabu's gonna be so jealous."

"I can hear you!" Yabu yells from the other side of the door. "Is it safe to come in now?"

"Wait," Chinen calls out, grabbing a towel to throw over me because what's left of my stomach isn't that nice to look at. "Okay."

The rest of the group comes pouring into the small bathroom, six more faces to coo at the baby who seems disinterested with all of them, but all I see is her. And Chinen, who's practically attached to my side with one arm flung around my shoulders and the other snug under our daughter.

"Good work," Chinen whispers in my ear, and I suddenly understand the feeling of wanting to cry because you're so happy.

*

Baby Girl YamaChii isn't even an entire day old before she gets her name. Chinen had wanted to name her after the sun goddess, Amaterasu, but I thought that was a little old-fashioned. Since I got fat for this, I get the final say. So far everyone calls her 'the baby' anyway.

It's nighttime when Chinen's doorbell rings, but not late enough to be inappropriate. We all happen to be sitting in the living room anyway, fawning over the baby like she's more entertaining than anything on TV, so Chinen detaches himself from me for probably the third time all day and goes to answer the door.

Out of all the people I expected to drop by and congratulate us, my entire family was not amongst them. I start to stand up to greet them, but my incision is still very tender and I'm cringing before I even get halfway to my feet.

"No, don't move," my mother says, bowing politely at Chinen's parents and excusing her rudeness. "We'll come to you."

My father doesn't look that happy to be here, but his face changes once he sees the baby girl in my arms. Predictably my mother is crying, instantly bonding with Chinen's mother over their first grandbaby, and my sisters are cooing from a distance.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I say quietly, feeling like a child again as I look up at my father. "Please forgive me and accept your granddaughter."

My mother cries harder, and my father spares her a glance before sighing and giving Chinen a skeptical eyeball. "You both are going to raise this little girl together?"

"Yes sir," Chinen answers, and I nod. "I may not look like it, but I'm prepared to take care of my family until the end. I love them both more than anything in this world."

I elbow him, because that's seriously embarrassing to say in front of both of our families, but it seems to appease my father. "I'll hold you to that, son," he says, and I can feel Chinen beaming proudly next to me.

"We'll help, too," my mother jumps in, and Chinen's parents nod their agreement. "Since the boys are so busy with work. It'll be nice having a baby around again. They grow up so fast."

"Thanks, everyone," I say, failing to hide a sniffle, but Chinen just squeezes my waist and reaches for our daughter.

"Okay, you can stop hogging the baby now," he teases. "You got to hold her for nine months."

"That hardly counts," I reply, though it's not much of an argument as I take in the sight of my little princess in Chinen's arms. It feels like something literally squeezes my heart in my chest and I wonder if this is what it feels like to fall in love.

The doorbell rings again in the middle of my epiphany, but I pay it no mind until an unexpected voice is exchanging pleasantries with Saya. "Kento?" I guess, turning around.

Not only is Nakajima Kento standing in Chinen's living room, but he's also holding his youngest member by the back of his jacket like a mother cat would carry her kittens. "Tell them what you told me," he says sternly, and Marius cringes as he takes in all of the strangers in the room.

"My grandmother," he says slowly, cowering like we're all going to attack him. "She 'blessed' the gingerbread I gave you all for Christmas as we made them. I didn't think anything of it until I wrote her and told her what happened to Yamada-senpai, to which she replied 'guess this old hag's still got it'."

"He's telling the truth," Saya says as she looks at him in awe. "A little bit of her magic remains in you, did you know? I can see it."

Marius' face lights up. "Really? What do I do with it?"

"I can't tell you that," Saya replies. "You should ask your grandmother. But I bet your combined efforts made her spell even stronger."

"He gave the gingerbread to all of us, though," I speak up skeptically. "Why was I the only one to be affected by it?"

"Maybe because we ate it together?" Chinen suggests gently. "Or because we made wishes on the New Year's sunrise…who knows."

Since Chinen's holding the baby, I feel safe enough to (carefully) stand up and cross the room to my kouhai. I don't stop, pulling Marius right into my arms and hugging him tightly, not bothering to hold back my tears as I sob out, "Thank you."

"I'm glad you're not mad," Kento's voice sounds through all of my feelings. "I told him he shouldn't have waited so long to say something."

"He probably shouldn't have," I agree, pulling back and stretching up on my toes to ruffle Marius' hair. Ordinarily it would bother me that he's so much taller than me at only fourteen, but right now I couldn't care less. "It's okay, though. And don't be so mean to your members, Kento."

"Sorry, senpai," Kento mumbles. "I just know that this messed up your job a little bit, so I wanted him to take responsibility."

"Wait, so you two didn't really…?" Chihiro asks, trailing off as she looks back and forth between Chinen and me. "Wow, it really was an immaculate conception."

"Merry Christmas," Marius jokes, and I laugh so hard that it hurts as I drag them both over to meet my daughter.

"I think we should name her Mariko," I say to Chinen, who just grins and nods.

*

I'm not in top shape by Christmas, but I can dance as well as before and it's cold enough that I can hide it with bulky sweaters. Yuuma takes great joy in poking my cheeks on Shounen Club, Takaki and I are back to being gym buddies, and everything returns to normal.

Except the little miracle at the end of the bed, nestled in her crib that probably costs more than both of our family's houses combined. Neither one of us gets any sleep those first couple months, catching catnaps whenever we can at work, and the others let us get away with it as long as we don't drag ass on stage. Both of our families and all of our friends keep offering to baby-sit, but we can't let her go just yet. Not when we already miss so much from being away at work.

"You two are going to spend New Year's together and that's final," Saya booms from the genkan, where she's already loaded up with baby gear. She has everything but the actual baby, because I haven't handed her over yet.

"But neechan-" Chinen starts, but Saya isn't having it.

"Give her to me or I'll put a curse on you," she threatens, and even though we all know she isn't really that kind of magic, I don't want to take any chances.

You would think we'd be separated for a month with as much of a fuss Chinen and I make over saying good-bye, both of us clinging to each other like idiots when Saya finally drives off. She had moved out not long after Mariko was born, offering up her old room, but we haven't gotten around to moving anything yet. It's easier to tend to our daughter in the middle of the night if she's in the same room, anyway.

New Year's Eve means Countdown and various other television appearances, so our 'New Year together' doesn't even start until around three A.M. At least we didn't stay at the after-party until the sun rose this year; as it was, we had both fallen asleep on four different occasions before Yabu told us we were being rude and just to go home.

The house seems really empty without a baby, Chinen's parents having gone away on their own New Year's trip. That leaves just Chinen and I to sleep uninterrupted, taking a quick bath together before slipping under the sheets. He's colder than usual, snuggling up to me to steal my body warmth, and I happily envelop him in my arms, happy to return the favor after six months of him taking care of me.

"We should stay up and watch the sunrise," he mumbles somewhere in my throat.

"You are falling asleep as you say that," I tease him, laughing as I thread my fingers through his hair. It's getting long again, but I think he's growing it out on purpose because he likes how this feels, chasing my hand with his head like a cat seeking attention.

"You could keep me awake," Chinen replies, his implication so blatant that I just blink at him. "You don't want to?"

"I…um," I reply eloquently, feeling like a fumbling virgin again with how nervous I feel. We already have a baby, for fuck's sake. Sex should not be a big deal. "Okay."

"Mmm, good, because I've been thinking about it a lot." Chinen presses against me more pointedly now, and all at once my body reminds me how long it's been since anyone's been this close to me. "It's strange, right?" he goes on. "Since it's our first time together and all."

"Yeah." I slip my hand up his shirt, feeling his skin quiver under my touch and realizing it's probably been just as long for him, if not longer. "How do you want to do it?"

"You inside me," Chinen answers bluntly, tugging on my shoulders until he's on his back with me on top of him. "Ah, you're heavy."

I pinch him in response. "Shut up. I'm still losing my baby weight."

"No, I like it," Chinen says, wrapping both his arms and legs around me, keeping me right where I am. "Makes me feel safe."

"Well, in that case…" I trail off, leaning down to kiss him since he's right in my face. He kisses back, just as mind-blowing and fiery as any other time, only it doesn't stop after a few seconds. There's no work to go to, no parents to worry about, and no baby to cry. It's just the two of us, alone, in the bed we've shared for half of this past year, finally about to do what everyone thought we did exactly a year ago.

He whines as I pull away to root around in the nightstand. "Do you want me to use a condom?"

"I don't know, is it my turn to have the baby?" Chinen teases, and I pinch him again. I must have hit a good spot this time, because he makes a small noise and rocks up against me, pulling me right back to where we are and what we're about to do. "No, you don't have to. I want to feel all of you."

A groan surfaces from deep within my lungs at that, his legs falling to either side as I settle between them. I can feel him start to harden through the soft cotton of our sleep pants, which just has me grinding down to speed it up. He returns to my mouth, kissing me hard and tugging at my clothes like he would rather rip them off than pull away long enough to remove them, but years of costume changes has them out of the way in no time, leaving us skin to skin.

"I still feel like a cow," I mutter into his neck as his hands go straight for the flesh at my waist.

"Shut up and get in me," he growls, lowering his hand even more to where I'm just as hard as he is. The sudden groping makes me squeak, which would be embarrassing if it didn't feel so damn good. "You can work it off like this," he adds.

"Ha ha," I say sarcastically, though it becomes more of a possibility when my abs start to tense before we even really get started. Chinen squeezes me pointedly and pulls his legs up to his chest, looking up at me with smouldering eyes that leave no doubt in my mind how much he wants it, how much he wants me. "Damn, okay."

He makes these cute little noises as I stretch him, taking my time and searching for that spot that makes him arch and cry out my first name, which I rather enjoy hearing like this. I grunt into his neck and finger him a little harder, my own arousal soaring at the way he jerks and writhes beneath me, and I can't stop myself from moaning along with him, even though he's not touching me anymore.

"Ryosuke," he says again, like he's making up for all of the times he never said it before. "You're so hot right now, just from touching me?"

It sounds like a question, so I explain. "Your voice."

"Oh, you like my voice?" Chinen asks, and I can almost hear the taunting in his tone. "I won't hold back, then."

All at once his noises are much louder, much closer to my ear, and my body trembles with the need to be inside him right now. I make it until he's pushing back against my three fingers before I yank them out, giving myself a quick slather of lube before looping my arms around Chinen's legs and looking down at him.

"This is where you say you love me and fuck my brains out," Chinen says helpfully, and I lean down to shut him up with my mouth. It's easy to push in as I kiss him, tasting his moans on my tongue until I'm all the way in, pausing to give myself time to catch my breath as well as him.

"I love you," I whisper needlessly, but it makes my skin tingle all the same. "I love you so much, Chinen Yuuri."

My hips thrust on their own right after that, punctuating my words and pulling a high-pitched moan from Chinen's throat. He arches again, tightening around me so much that I can hardly keep my rhythm, shuddering on top of him and groaning into his mouth. Chinen reaches down to touch himself and it's so hot that I can't keep from moving faster, harder, feeling him all around me and beneath me and somehow inside me too.

He comes first, crying out my first name in a way I will never forget, and I'm right behind him, clinging onto his small body as I shiver out my own orgasm. I should probably get up, but I can't actually move and besides, Chinen's holding onto me so tightly that I don't think i could escape even if I wanted to.

"I love you, too," he replies shakily, breathing so hard that I'm rising and falling with his chest. "I'm so glad we ate that stupid gingerbread together."

A few hours later, after a lot of lazy cuddling and some reluctant cleaning up, we trudge out onto the back porch to watch the sun rise. It's no different than it had been last year, but completely different at the same time.

"This year, I wish for you to get everything you want," Chinen says, slumping against my arm that naturally wraps around him.

I squeeze him, not remembering what it felt like to not have him close to me, and smile. "I already have."