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Nagi slouched lower on the couch--arms
crossed--glaring at everyone who dared looked his way.
Where the hell is he? he thought furiously. He’d
been waiting for half an hour and is now royally pissed.
The Weiss brat had already left--thank God for
that. Omi had been called into the doctor’s office before Nagi could even
summon his powers. Nagi snorted remembering the other boy’s expression when he
stepped back out into the waiting room. He looked deliriously--happy?
Talk about clueless, Nagi thought, shaking his
head. That boy has major issues.
The door to the waiting room opened. Nagi looked
up to see Brad enter with a big bouquet of roses in one hand, chocolates in the
other.
Nagi stood up, scowling.
“Nagi,” Brad said as he caught sight of the boy,
relief apparent on his normally unruffled demeanor. He strode towards the boy
and, dropping the roses and chocolates on the couch, wrapped both arms around
Nagi in a tight hug.
Something was not right in this picture.
“W-what??” Nagi stammered, baffled by this
strange behavior.
Brad never gives hugs in public. Not ever.
“Brad--” Nagi hissed, trying to wriggle out of
Brad’s arms. All eyes in the room were on them and he felt his face grow hot.
“I’m so happy…” Brad whispered, voice overcome
with emotion.
“I can’t believe it. We’re gonna have a baby!”
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Title: Rock-A-Bye…Baby?!? (Part 1/? –
Immaculate Misconception)
Author: Dreamwalker
E-mail: [email protected]
(note: my weiss_kreuz@edsamail address eats my mails)
Type: humor, AU
Pairings: Youji/Omi, Crawford/Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Keywords: AU, OOC, absurd humor, childbearing
Archive: Previous chapter can be found here http://www.geocities.com/d_arcy18/weisskreuz.html
Author’s Note: This is a birthday fic for Fei
and Jei. They own archiving rights. This fic is unbeta-ed.
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It’s no use. He might
as well be talking to the bathroom door. Sighing with frustration, Youji leaned
back against the wall in defeat. In the still silence of their room, he could
hear the soft sniffles coming from the bathroom door.
Guilt clamped around
his chest like a vise. Bad guys, he could handle. A crying Omi, he could not.
“Come on, Omi,” he
began again, turning back to the door. “Please, open up. Look, I’m sorry. You
just caught me by surprise. Come on, angel, come out and we’ll talk, aright?”
He waited with bated
breath as the snifflings from inside began to subside. Finally, the lock
clicked as the knob was turned. Out came Omi, cheeks tear-stained, usually
clear blue eyes all red and puffy.
“You hate me now,
don’t you?” Omi asked softly, miserably.
“Oh baby, how can you
say that? Of course, I don’t!” Youji exclaimed feeling totally wretched. He
caught a reluctant Omi by the arm, drawing the boy to him in a hug. “I’m
sorry…” he whispered over and over into the boy’s hair as Omi leaned into the
hug and began crying again.
“I thought you’d be
happy once you find out,” Omi said against his shirt. “I’m so stupid--!”
“Hush,” Youji said
soothingly. “Of course, I’m happy. I’ve never been happier…”
He didn’t know which
felt worse: making Omi cry or lying through his teeth.
Omi, pregnant? Of
course he’d be upset! He felt like the whole world had been dropped on his
head.
Sayonara bachelorhood,
hello fatherhood.
That meant a new
house, a bigger car, little kids running around the house, screaming…
He felt like crying
himself.
“Youji-kun?
Youji-kun?!”
“W-wha--?” Cerulean
eyes snapped him out of his reverie.
“Do you mean it?” Omi
asked, eyes shining brightly through his tears.
“Of course, I do!” he
said, even managing to sound a little hurt that Omi would even doubt his
sincerity.
“I’m so glad!” Omi
exclaimed happily, hugging him back tightly.
Youji smiled. He felt
a little better, knowing Omi was happy. Besides, there’s nothing that could be
worse than this. Right?
“Now, Youji-kun,” Omi
said, calming down a bit, turning bright eyes back on him. “When are we gonna
tell Ken-kun and Aya-kun?”
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Nagi Naoe was not a
happy camper. He sat bundled up on their living room sofa in a ridiculously
pink robe and an equally ridiculous pair pink slippers that Brad made him wear.
“I’m fine,” he
insisted crankily as Brad adjusted the cushions for the nth time.
“Just making sure
you’re comfortable,” Brad said, ignoring Nagi’s obviously bad mood.
“We’re going back
tomorrow,” Nagi reminded him. “And we’re gonna settle this once and for all!
Those idiots at the lab must have made some kind of mistake and that’s all that
this is, a mistake--”
“Alright, whatever you
say, Nagi,” Brad said smoothly, cutting him off. “Now what do you want later
for dessert?”
“I’m not hungry!” Nagi
huffed, miffed at Brad’s patronizing tone and uncharacteristically pleasant
mood.
Shrugging, Brad walked
back to the kitchen. Nagi glared at the television while he listened to Brad
work in the kitchen. He levitated it off the stand, onto the floor and back
again, trying to blow off steam.
Dammit! Has the world
gone crazy? Teenage boys getting pregnant! Whoever heard of such nonsense! And
Brad too! That was the last straw--!
“Nagi!”
The television wobbled
in mid-air as Brad’s voice cut sharply through his thoughts. The tall leader of
Schwartz stood by the hall, hands on waist. He no longer looked pleased.
“I told you not to do
that! It’s not good for--”
“Well, who cares!
There is no baby anyway!” Getting up, Nagi began to stomp off towards the
direction of their room. “I’m going to bed!”
“No, your not,” Brad
said, blocking his way. “We have guests for dinner.”
Nagi scowled at him.
“Guests? Since when did we--” Nagi paused in mid-sentence, eyes growing wide.
“You didn’t tell
*them*, did you?”
As if on cue, the
front door was thrown open and a familiar voice called out, “Where’s the
new mommy?”