Unexpectedly Expecting 4
[Characters]: Yamada Hanatarou and Zaraki Kenpachi.
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Summary]: It's truth telling time but Hanatarou just can't stop crying.
[Word Count]: 1530
[Finished]: 29.September.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg | Crack | Angst | Fluff
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Beware, you might dissolve into a puddle of goo over the fluffiness in this chapter. A bucket is advisable.
No cliff this time, ain't I good?;D But this business of writing and typing everyday has left me injured my wrists hurt.
Hey Goku what do you think of my effort to have Hana musing over Kenpachi's eye patch? Was it what you had in mind?
««Previously||| Next»»
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite.
After sobbing his heart out and smearing the front of Ken-san’s uniform full of snot, Hanatarou was still not ready to tell him anything. How was he supposed to tell Zaraki Kenpachi that he - Yamada Hanatarou - was pregnant? That he - Yamada Hanatarou - was going to have his - Zaraki Kenpachi’s - child? Tears welled in his eyes again. It was impossible!!!
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ken-san asked, his voice coarse and low.
Hanatarou couldn’t answer, his throat closed up and the tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks.
“Ye keep cryin’. Unohana doesn’t wanna tell me what’s wrong. ‘m gettin’ worried here, hana.”
The unease in the rough voice only had him burying his face deeper into Ken-san’s warmth. Better overdose in this closeness and scent while he could; he might not have much longer to do so. So Hanatarou cried into the broad chest as Ken-san just held him close.
Hanatarou needed to analyze his options practically, he would’ve preferred to do so alone but, after fainting while talking to Unohana-taichou, he had woken up with Ken-san’s grin-less face over his and hadn’t had the chance to think things through.
So his options were: He could have the child and not tell Ken-san. He could have the child and give it away. He could have the child, tell Ken-san and hope for the best. He could not have the child.
Option One didn’t seem doable; it would be nearly impossible to hide a pregnancy, especially because he was rather petite and it would show very early and also because a male pregnancy - albeit it becoming quite common these days in Soul Society - was always a novelty and pretty talked about. Ken-san was bound to find out and quickly discover it was his child. Or he might think it wasn’t his at all and wonder and count back the months to this day and... it just wasn’t doable.
Option Two, very much not doable for the exact same reasons of Option One, made even worse by the fact that Hanatarou did not want to give the child away.
Option Three. It was the ‘hope for the best’ part that he feared; Hanatarou could not conceive the idea of Zaraki Kenpachi accepting him and his child wholeheartedly, it just wasn’t his nature and, the first two options apart, he didn’t though he could do this all on his own.
And then there was Option Four that would make all things so much easier. No child meant not having to tell Ken-san, meant he could still stay with Ken-san, meant no morning, noon and evening sickness. No swollen ankles. No wadding. No belly the size of a watermelon. No small baby. No little feet with little toes. No cute little nose. No delightful squealing of utter happiness. No baby of his own. No Kenpachi’s baby...
Somehow, in all this dread, the idea of a baby was the one constant and the thought of losing it - him/her - only made the despair worse and the solution clear in his mind. In that instant, Hanatarou found his resolve and hopefully his courage to tell Ken-san of his pregnancy and of their baby.
He pulled his face from the warm, homely chest, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. A whimpering sob raked his frame and drove fat, lingering teardrops out of the corner of his eyes that Ken-san wiped away with a large thumb and then proceeded to lick out of his finger pad.
“Ya ready t’ talk now?”
With another dry sob, Hanatarou nodded and tried his voice. “I’m so sorry, Ken-san. I didn’t knew I could. It was never my intention to... you have to believe, I had no idea...”
“STOP!” The roar echoed in the green walled room and Hanatarou flinched. Ken-san let out an exasperated sigh and tried to calm himself, stepping away from him.
“What is it?! Yer not makin’ any sense. Not sayin’ anything and ye keep apologisin’” he said, a hand going over his face and through his spiked hair, tinkling the small bells at its tips. He came back to Hanatarou. “What is the matter? Just tell me what the hell is wrong with ya!”
And even if his words were harsh, there were large hands cradling his head with such care and such apprehension in that one visible eye that Hanatarou nearly melted, remembering what had drawn him to Kenpachi in the first place; what had made him insist to be the one to tend and look after the brute Taichou that kept bullying and teasing him until the day he had, so very unexpectedly, kissed
Hanatarou.
This overflowing feeling gave him strength, or perhaps it was Kenpachi’s brimming power flowing to him; Hanatarou pressed a hand to
the eye patch, lightly tracing it, feeling the thrum of energy and life pound behind it; keeping everyone safe but restraining Kenpachi. And he realized that the tiny point of life in his body had a very similar feel, ample proof of its origin.
He let his hand drop from the eye patch to his belly and brought one of Kenpachi’s from cradling his face to rest on top of it and looked to his lover’s face seeking reassurance.
Even on borrowed strength his voice faltered as he tried to explain, “There’s a...” Hanatarou pressed their hands tighter to his body. “Erm... I’m...” This was so hard, the words just didn’t want to come out and doubts started resurging again: what if when he told..., what if he wouldn’t...
NO! No more ‘what ifs’.
Hanatarou treaded ahead, no stopping this time. “I’m just like Kuchiki-taichou and Ukitake-taichou...”
“Kuchiki and Ukitake?!” Kenpachi asked, his expression not changing; there still was no understanding.
“And Tousen-taichou.” Hanatarou offered, making more pressure to his belly. “Like them... with a...”
Kenpachi looked down at their hands and his belly, a look so fierce, Hanatarou thought he was trying to see inside him and then said, so very low, “a kid?! Yer with a kid?!”
Hanatarou looked to the piercing gaze watching him, and bit his lip, battling the sense of dread that started soaking his insides rising all the way to his throat.
“A kid?!” Kenpachi said again, “my kid?!!”
Hanatarou nodded emphatically.
A maniac laughter surged from Ken-san, startling Hanatarou that was expecting all sorts of reactions but this. The face in front of him cracked into the widest grin he had ever seen, the single eye visible twinkling madly and before he knew it Hanatarou was enveloped in those strong arms he loved so much and broke down crying again, this time in relief.
“What now?” Kenpachi asked when he wouldn’t stop sobbing.
“It’s just...” Hanatarou stammered. “I didn’t know... wasn’t sure you would want it or... would stay with me if I kept it...”
“BAKA!” The bellow was amused and then Kenpachi kissed him in a mix of rough lips and tender hands that just sunk Hanatarou into a love so deep it was hard to conceive it was happening to him.
The hands cradled his face again and with an intent look Kenpachi told him, “Why would I leave ye? Ye havin’ my kid, ‘m gonna stick with both ye. Ye get that?”
Hanatarou tried to nod but his head was stuck between those strong hands and a sharp one-eyed gaze; the teasing grin told him he was not gonna make it without words.
And so did Kenpachi. “No more head shaking. Speak, Hanatarou!”
Hanatarou smiled sheepishly, feeling lighter than he had for a long time and replied, “Yes, I got it. Your kid, you’re staying.” And there was no need to ask again, to make certain, to be reassured; with Kenpachi there was no games, no back and forth, just forward, a straight line forward.
“Good!” Kenpachi nodded this time. “Say, that’s all that’s wrong with ye, right? The sickness in the mornins, that’s cos of the kiddie. Everythin’ else okay with ye?”
“Yes, that’s ALL that’s wrong with me.” Hanatarou said, feeling happy and relieved and snuggling into Kenpachi’s lap, now that he was on the bed by his side.
“Say, what do we do now?” Hanatarou heard Kenpachi ask into his hair.
“I guess we should talk to Unohana-taichou.”
“Okay, should I leave ye?” Kenpachi asked uncertain.
“It’s all right, Unohana-taichou’s office is just down the corridor.”
Kenpachi placed Hanatarou on the bed and stood, kissing him breathlessly. “I’m glad nothins wrong with ye,” he said in an unusual outspoken display of care and affection. “And don’tcha, ever again, be ‘fraid of tellin’ me anythin’, ye hear?” he said menacingly, before stealing Hanatarou’s breath again and leaving the room to get Unohana-taichou, grinning like he had just gotten an invitation from the universe’s strongest fighter for a sparing game.
Hanatarou could swear he heard him say, “a kid, huh? I’m gonna have a kid!”
He sighed with happiness, a grin rivalling with Kenpachi’s on his lips, and plopped down to the pillows, both hands on his belly. Bliss overwhelmed him and he grabbed a pillow and squealed into it, feet hammering on the bed.
Stupid, stupid Hanatarou. Worrying for nothing. How could he have doubt Kenpachi?
September2009©MarinLiliz
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Summary]: It's truth telling time but Hanatarou just can't stop crying.
[Word Count]: 1530
[Finished]: 29.September.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg | Crack | Angst | Fluff
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Beware, you might dissolve into a puddle of goo over the fluffiness in this chapter. A bucket is advisable.
No cliff this time, ain't I good?;D But this business of writing and typing everyday has left me injured my wrists hurt.
Hey Goku what do you think of my effort to have Hana musing over Kenpachi's eye patch? Was it what you had in mind?
««Previously||| Next»»
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite.
After sobbing his heart out and smearing the front of Ken-san’s uniform full of snot, Hanatarou was still not ready to tell him anything. How was he supposed to tell Zaraki Kenpachi that he - Yamada Hanatarou - was pregnant? That he - Yamada Hanatarou - was going to have his - Zaraki Kenpachi’s - child? Tears welled in his eyes again. It was impossible!!!
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ken-san asked, his voice coarse and low.
Hanatarou couldn’t answer, his throat closed up and the tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks.
“Ye keep cryin’. Unohana doesn’t wanna tell me what’s wrong. ‘m gettin’ worried here, hana.”
The unease in the rough voice only had him burying his face deeper into Ken-san’s warmth. Better overdose in this closeness and scent while he could; he might not have much longer to do so. So Hanatarou cried into the broad chest as Ken-san just held him close.
Hanatarou needed to analyze his options practically, he would’ve preferred to do so alone but, after fainting while talking to Unohana-taichou, he had woken up with Ken-san’s grin-less face over his and hadn’t had the chance to think things through.
So his options were: He could have the child and not tell Ken-san. He could have the child and give it away. He could have the child, tell Ken-san and hope for the best. He could not have the child.
Option One didn’t seem doable; it would be nearly impossible to hide a pregnancy, especially because he was rather petite and it would show very early and also because a male pregnancy - albeit it becoming quite common these days in Soul Society - was always a novelty and pretty talked about. Ken-san was bound to find out and quickly discover it was his child. Or he might think it wasn’t his at all and wonder and count back the months to this day and... it just wasn’t doable.
Option Two, very much not doable for the exact same reasons of Option One, made even worse by the fact that Hanatarou did not want to give the child away.
Option Three. It was the ‘hope for the best’ part that he feared; Hanatarou could not conceive the idea of Zaraki Kenpachi accepting him and his child wholeheartedly, it just wasn’t his nature and, the first two options apart, he didn’t though he could do this all on his own.
And then there was Option Four that would make all things so much easier. No child meant not having to tell Ken-san, meant he could still stay with Ken-san, meant no morning, noon and evening sickness. No swollen ankles. No wadding. No belly the size of a watermelon. No small baby. No little feet with little toes. No cute little nose. No delightful squealing of utter happiness. No baby of his own. No Kenpachi’s baby...
Somehow, in all this dread, the idea of a baby was the one constant and the thought of losing it - him/her - only made the despair worse and the solution clear in his mind. In that instant, Hanatarou found his resolve and hopefully his courage to tell Ken-san of his pregnancy and of their baby.
He pulled his face from the warm, homely chest, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. A whimpering sob raked his frame and drove fat, lingering teardrops out of the corner of his eyes that Ken-san wiped away with a large thumb and then proceeded to lick out of his finger pad.
“Ya ready t’ talk now?”
With another dry sob, Hanatarou nodded and tried his voice. “I’m so sorry, Ken-san. I didn’t knew I could. It was never my intention to... you have to believe, I had no idea...”
“STOP!” The roar echoed in the green walled room and Hanatarou flinched. Ken-san let out an exasperated sigh and tried to calm himself, stepping away from him.
“What is it?! Yer not makin’ any sense. Not sayin’ anything and ye keep apologisin’” he said, a hand going over his face and through his spiked hair, tinkling the small bells at its tips. He came back to Hanatarou. “What is the matter? Just tell me what the hell is wrong with ya!”
And even if his words were harsh, there were large hands cradling his head with such care and such apprehension in that one visible eye that Hanatarou nearly melted, remembering what had drawn him to Kenpachi in the first place; what had made him insist to be the one to tend and look after the brute Taichou that kept bullying and teasing him until the day he had, so very unexpectedly, kissed
Hanatarou.
This overflowing feeling gave him strength, or perhaps it was Kenpachi’s brimming power flowing to him; Hanatarou pressed a hand to
the eye patch, lightly tracing it, feeling the thrum of energy and life pound behind it; keeping everyone safe but restraining Kenpachi. And he realized that the tiny point of life in his body had a very similar feel, ample proof of its origin.
He let his hand drop from the eye patch to his belly and brought one of Kenpachi’s from cradling his face to rest on top of it and looked to his lover’s face seeking reassurance.
Even on borrowed strength his voice faltered as he tried to explain, “There’s a...” Hanatarou pressed their hands tighter to his body. “Erm... I’m...” This was so hard, the words just didn’t want to come out and doubts started resurging again: what if when he told..., what if he wouldn’t...
NO! No more ‘what ifs’.
Hanatarou treaded ahead, no stopping this time. “I’m just like Kuchiki-taichou and Ukitake-taichou...”
“Kuchiki and Ukitake?!” Kenpachi asked, his expression not changing; there still was no understanding.
“And Tousen-taichou.” Hanatarou offered, making more pressure to his belly. “Like them... with a...”
Kenpachi looked down at their hands and his belly, a look so fierce, Hanatarou thought he was trying to see inside him and then said, so very low, “a kid?! Yer with a kid?!”
Hanatarou looked to the piercing gaze watching him, and bit his lip, battling the sense of dread that started soaking his insides rising all the way to his throat.
“A kid?!” Kenpachi said again, “my kid?!!”
Hanatarou nodded emphatically.
A maniac laughter surged from Ken-san, startling Hanatarou that was expecting all sorts of reactions but this. The face in front of him cracked into the widest grin he had ever seen, the single eye visible twinkling madly and before he knew it Hanatarou was enveloped in those strong arms he loved so much and broke down crying again, this time in relief.
“What now?” Kenpachi asked when he wouldn’t stop sobbing.
“It’s just...” Hanatarou stammered. “I didn’t know... wasn’t sure you would want it or... would stay with me if I kept it...”
“BAKA!” The bellow was amused and then Kenpachi kissed him in a mix of rough lips and tender hands that just sunk Hanatarou into a love so deep it was hard to conceive it was happening to him.
The hands cradled his face again and with an intent look Kenpachi told him, “Why would I leave ye? Ye havin’ my kid, ‘m gonna stick with both ye. Ye get that?”
Hanatarou tried to nod but his head was stuck between those strong hands and a sharp one-eyed gaze; the teasing grin told him he was not gonna make it without words.
And so did Kenpachi. “No more head shaking. Speak, Hanatarou!”
Hanatarou smiled sheepishly, feeling lighter than he had for a long time and replied, “Yes, I got it. Your kid, you’re staying.” And there was no need to ask again, to make certain, to be reassured; with Kenpachi there was no games, no back and forth, just forward, a straight line forward.
“Good!” Kenpachi nodded this time. “Say, that’s all that’s wrong with ye, right? The sickness in the mornins, that’s cos of the kiddie. Everythin’ else okay with ye?”
“Yes, that’s ALL that’s wrong with me.” Hanatarou said, feeling happy and relieved and snuggling into Kenpachi’s lap, now that he was on the bed by his side.
“Say, what do we do now?” Hanatarou heard Kenpachi ask into his hair.
“I guess we should talk to Unohana-taichou.”
“Okay, should I leave ye?” Kenpachi asked uncertain.
“It’s all right, Unohana-taichou’s office is just down the corridor.”
Kenpachi placed Hanatarou on the bed and stood, kissing him breathlessly. “I’m glad nothins wrong with ye,” he said in an unusual outspoken display of care and affection. “And don’tcha, ever again, be ‘fraid of tellin’ me anythin’, ye hear?” he said menacingly, before stealing Hanatarou’s breath again and leaving the room to get Unohana-taichou, grinning like he had just gotten an invitation from the universe’s strongest fighter for a sparing game.
Hanatarou could swear he heard him say, “a kid, huh? I’m gonna have a kid!”
He sighed with happiness, a grin rivalling with Kenpachi’s on his lips, and plopped down to the pillows, both hands on his belly. Bliss overwhelmed him and he grabbed a pillow and squealed into it, feet hammering on the bed.
Stupid, stupid Hanatarou. Worrying for nothing. How could he have doubt Kenpachi?
September2009©MarinLiliz