Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Thirty Two ( Chapter 32 )
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.22.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
He looked down at his stomach, a small frown on his lips as he ran his hand over it. "Oh...right, the brat." He didn't feel any different. Sure his stomach was a little queasy and slightly bloated...but he couldn't believe he was actually pregnant. "Well, at least if I lose it this way it will be fun for me." Though fish boy was yelling in his head, it was making it hard to concentrate on whether or not he wanted the kid.
Alana's smile faded. He looked like he was doubting himself. "Are you...are you thinking about wanting to keep it?"
He shook his head slowly. "It's just fish boy," he told her as his hand left his stomach. "Don't worry. I'm not father material, and I don't feel like buying baggy clothes."
Her eyes trailed to his stomach. Every inch of her felt that a male being pregnant was just wrong. Suddenly, all her lust was gone. She slipped out from under him and wrapped herself in the blankets. "It's hard looking at you and trying to be attracted to you when I know there is something inside your body. It's creepy...makes me feel weird. Men aren't suppose to have babies."
"Well, it's natural for my species," he told her watching her get up. The kid was one thing, but if she wasn't aroused by him that was something entirely different. Then it became personal. "But you're right. I can't do the nasty if you're not attracted to me. Hand me the neutralizer and I'll take care of it right here and now."
She looked over at him. "What about Blue Yori? I can't do this knowing it will hurt him. Is sex all you care about?"
"You were the one who said that it was two against one," he told her. "You don't want the kid either, so fish boy is going to have to deal with it."
"You didn't answer my question. Is the only reason you don't want it is because of sex with me? Blue Yori is part of you. You said so yourself that you don't want him all emo in your head. I love him just as I love you. I wouldn't go behind your back and do something without talking to you about it. I really think you and him should talk about this..."
Yori groaned. This was starting to get to be a nuisance again. "You know what it's like talking to him," he said, obviously disgruntled by this. "Just answer me this. Do you want the kid? Yes or no?"
"I know what it's like talking to him. I was stuck with him all alone for a full month. I had to explain everything and keep a smile plastered on my face so he would go out trying to kill himself to get you back," she said glaring at him. "No, I don't want it. Ask me in about five to ten years."
"Fair enough." Yori ran his hand over his stomach and closed his eyes. There was the briefest look of pain on his face as his claws popped into his stomach. Pulling them out, he wiped them on his leg and looked up at her. "There. Problem solved."
Alana stared at him in shock. Her chest suddenly hurt and her heart was picking up its pace. She couldn't believe he had just done that. "I can't believe you! You didn't even talk to him!" she screamed. Her small fists started beating on his chest. "You cold monster! How could you do that to him!"
He took her and pulled her to him as she beat on his chest. "I had a decision to make. One that would affect all of us, and one that he would not be prepared for. By the time he finally came to a decision it might have been too late to do anything."
She was crying now. Not for herself but for Blue Yori. She knew he was crying too inside Yori's head. "Did you even warn him? Did he even get a chance to understand?"
"No," he told her. "If I had he would have tried to stop me."
She looked down at his stomach, the wounds had already closed. "How...how is he taking it?"
Yori was silent at this as he held her. "He's...upset." What else could he say? It was the truth.
Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face in him. "Is he mad with me? That I didn't want to keep our child?"
"Yes and no," he admitted. "He's putting most of the blame on me, which is just fine with me. If he hates me for being rational then so be it."
She nodded. This was why she needed him. He was rational. Her heart hurt at the thought of Blue Yori being so upset about it, but it had to be done. She was only sixteen. She wasn't ready to be a parent. She wasn't ready to start a revolution either but that was something she couldn't stop. She nuzzled his neck lightly. "And you? How are you?"
He was quiet as he thought about this. "Hungry..."
She pulled back. Of all the times for him to be so...ugh! Hungry! She glared at him. "I can't believe you can think about food when you just killed our unborn child!"
"I'm in the mood for shrimp actually," he said, shrugging as he looked down at her. "What? I did what had to be done. It's not like there was any emotional attachment to it aside from fish boy."
"Ugh!" she yelled and pushed him. Getting out of bed with the sheet around her, she went to the kitchen.
He got up off the bed to follow after her. He took all of two steps before falling to the ground in pain. He clutched his head and his stomach, not knowing which was hurting worse at that moment. "Son of a-" He took a few deep breaths as the pain suddenly passed. Just as quickly as it began it was gone. His head still felt light headed and muddled, and it took him a few seconds to get his bearings.
Alana was boiling shrimp when Yori came in. She was still mad at him, but she was also hungry. She glanced at Yori and his stomach again. Their child was dead. A part of her felt like she should be sad like Blue Yori but the other part of her had to go with the logical out come. There was no way she could care for a child with everything going on. But she was curious about the future. "Yori...you say you don't want a kid, but do you mean never? I mean...if we get married...I'll want kids one day. I won't be able to have them which will mean you will carry them," she said while cooking.
He looked at her. Stopping her with a finger, he calmly walked to the bathroom and threw up. After which he rinsed out his mouth and went back into the kitchen. "Much better," he said. "Now, what were you saying? Something about...oh, the shrimp smells good." He leaned over to sniff, stopping just to rub his head. It felt like his brain was on fire.
She looked at him with a wrinkled brow. "Why did you throw up? Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah," he told her. "Just a headache, body ache, and stomach ache. Nothing to worry about."
She turned the stove off and started to drain the shrimp. "If you didn't just...you know...I would say it was a side effect of being pregnant. Then again, I have no idea what happened when an Eldarian is pregnant...I still haven't figured out how is happened or where the baby even comes out at..."
He smirked. "Believe me, it's not pretty," he told her. "Remember, once upon a time we were a very...primal species. Our births are the very essence of the strong survive and the weak die. Other than the way they're actually born, the rest of the symptoms and such aren't that different from human pregnancies." He coughed and groaned. "Maybe I should have just used the neutralizer." He rubbed his stomach, feeling kind of queasy.
Alana walked over and grabbed the neutralizer. "Maybe...you should just check and see if it's really...gone," she said handing it to him and going back to the shrimp.
He looked at the neutralizer and then tossed it onto the counter. "Trust me, it's gone," he told her. He'd put his claws about a foot into him. Nothing could have survived that. "Fish boy is probably just trying to get back at me."
She glared at him. "I would sleep easier if I know you check with the neutralizer. It has 100% accuracy on all races. Just hearing you say that nothing is there isn't very comforting."
"Fine." He took the device and waved it over his stomach. There was nothing. "See? It's dead." Just as soon as he said that he had to grab his head as he cursed. "Damn it fish boy! I did it for all of us!" He shook his head, finally grabbing the chair and just sitting down so he wouldn't fall.
She walked over to him and rubbed his ears. "This should calm him a bit." She kissed his forehead. She felt cold as she thought about him yelling out that it was dead. Her heart sank. She helped take a life...a life she helped create. Shaking her head she told herself to have no regrets. This was for the best. Just as Golden Yori said, it was for all of them.
He groaned and held his stomach. He'd never seen fish boy so pissed before. This was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He wasn't even certain if fish boy was doing it. "I think I'm going to be sick." Standing, his legs shook as he sat back down. "Fish boy.... He can't be doing this." He took a few more deep breaths as he let whatever had just hit him slowly flow over him. He felt his strength returning as he looked up at Alana.
"I don't know what that was, but I hope it doesn't happen again."
She cupped his face, looking him deeply in the eyes. "That stuff...the stuff those Eldarians injected you with...do we still not know what it was?"
He shook his head. "I didn't bother asking," he told her. "It didn't do anything immediately, so I figured it was a dud."
"Not all drugs instantly affect the body." She went to the room. "Get dressed. We are going to see your father," she said throwing on some clothes.
Yori muttered something as he grabbed some of the shrimp and tossed them into his mouth. "You know what dad's first question is going to be," he said as he pointed at his stomach. "It's not going to end well."
She stopped. Pushing her hair behind her ear she sighed. "Yeah...I didn't really think of that. But we can just tell him what we are going to tell everyone. You took a nap, woke up and had a miscarriage. It happens all the time. Especially with people who are aggressively active like a fighter." She looked at the time. It was after mid night. "I would wait until morning, but I don't want to wake up and something be seriously wrong with you."
"Don't worry about it," he told her. He had a feeling that his father really wasn't going to believe their story. Namely because Eldarian children were strong. They had to be. "I feel fine now. Whatever it was it probably passed. We can see my dad in the morning. I really don't feel like dealing with him now. There's shrimp cooked and I could use a stiff glass of milk." Turning back to the kitchen, he opened it up and grabbed a bottle of milk.
"Just relax. We'll deal with all of this in the morning."
If it weren't for the fact that she was starving and tired, she would have fault with him. Instead, she stopped dressing and followed him back to the kitchen. She was wearing one of his shirts and her underwear, she wasn't really caring what she was throwing on, so long as she had clothes on at the time. Hopping on the counter, she grabbed a shrimp and chewed on it.
"Don't wake up dead. I'll be pissed," she stated.
He stopped and stared at her. "How can someone wake up dead?"
She laughed and threw a shrimp at him only to have him catch it in his mouth. "You know what I mean!"
He purred as he downed the shrimp. His hand slipped in between her legs as he reached around to grab some more. "No, not really. I gave up trying to figure out what you do quite awhile ago." He pushed his hand against her as he moved.
She put her foot on his chest and pushed him back. "Easy kitty cat. We have all night to be frisky," she smiled.
He whimpered as he tossed a shrimp into the air and caught it, his eyes sparkling as he did so. "You stay here," he told her. Going to their room he was already putting on his pants and a shirt. "Since I'm no longer carrying a brat, I get to have more fun." He kissed her cheek and winked. "Be back in about five minutes."
"Wait!" she called after him. "You're getting it now!?"
She only watched him smirk and leave. She had five minutes. Rushing to the bedroom, she took the blankets off and left the sheet on. She checked the closets to make sure that they had extra pillows just in case they would wake up with nothing left of the ones on the bed. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed arm fulls of bottled water and snacks. Last time she was on that stuff, she wouldn't let Yori leave to get something to drink or something to eat. This time, she wanted to be prepared.
Yori came back with two thick bundles of a green plant like concoction. The vendor didn't have any of the actual spice variant, so he just brought it fresh. He could deal with it like that. Poking his head into the bedroom, he laughed as he saw her getting everything ready. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were already addicted to this stuff." He tossed the bundles onto the counter before clawing a portion of it and spreading it out onto their shrimp.
She walked over to him. "Don't put so much on it! I'll never get any sleep!" she said stopping him from adding more.
He smirked and grabbed her. Kissing her, he worked some of the nip from his mouth into her's. Pulling back he licked her lips. "That's pure nip. Enjoy." He winked as he fixed together the rest of what he'd been working on before putting the rest in the pantry so it would stay fresh. With that he began whistling as he moved the shrimp to a plate so that they could take it to the bedroom.
Alana let the cat nip slide down her throat. At first she didn't think anything was going to happen, but just like that, her body felt on fire. She grabbed the counter to stead herself, her grip tight and the counter snapped loudly. A large crack appeared on it. She ripped Yori's shirt off her to cool herself down then ran her hand over her thighs as her panties began dripping with an overload of moisture.
Alana's smile faded. He looked like he was doubting himself. "Are you...are you thinking about wanting to keep it?"
He shook his head slowly. "It's just fish boy," he told her as his hand left his stomach. "Don't worry. I'm not father material, and I don't feel like buying baggy clothes."
Her eyes trailed to his stomach. Every inch of her felt that a male being pregnant was just wrong. Suddenly, all her lust was gone. She slipped out from under him and wrapped herself in the blankets. "It's hard looking at you and trying to be attracted to you when I know there is something inside your body. It's creepy...makes me feel weird. Men aren't suppose to have babies."
"Well, it's natural for my species," he told her watching her get up. The kid was one thing, but if she wasn't aroused by him that was something entirely different. Then it became personal. "But you're right. I can't do the nasty if you're not attracted to me. Hand me the neutralizer and I'll take care of it right here and now."
She looked over at him. "What about Blue Yori? I can't do this knowing it will hurt him. Is sex all you care about?"
"You were the one who said that it was two against one," he told her. "You don't want the kid either, so fish boy is going to have to deal with it."
"You didn't answer my question. Is the only reason you don't want it is because of sex with me? Blue Yori is part of you. You said so yourself that you don't want him all emo in your head. I love him just as I love you. I wouldn't go behind your back and do something without talking to you about it. I really think you and him should talk about this..."
Yori groaned. This was starting to get to be a nuisance again. "You know what it's like talking to him," he said, obviously disgruntled by this. "Just answer me this. Do you want the kid? Yes or no?"
"I know what it's like talking to him. I was stuck with him all alone for a full month. I had to explain everything and keep a smile plastered on my face so he would go out trying to kill himself to get you back," she said glaring at him. "No, I don't want it. Ask me in about five to ten years."
"Fair enough." Yori ran his hand over his stomach and closed his eyes. There was the briefest look of pain on his face as his claws popped into his stomach. Pulling them out, he wiped them on his leg and looked up at her. "There. Problem solved."
Alana stared at him in shock. Her chest suddenly hurt and her heart was picking up its pace. She couldn't believe he had just done that. "I can't believe you! You didn't even talk to him!" she screamed. Her small fists started beating on his chest. "You cold monster! How could you do that to him!"
He took her and pulled her to him as she beat on his chest. "I had a decision to make. One that would affect all of us, and one that he would not be prepared for. By the time he finally came to a decision it might have been too late to do anything."
She was crying now. Not for herself but for Blue Yori. She knew he was crying too inside Yori's head. "Did you even warn him? Did he even get a chance to understand?"
"No," he told her. "If I had he would have tried to stop me."
She looked down at his stomach, the wounds had already closed. "How...how is he taking it?"
Yori was silent at this as he held her. "He's...upset." What else could he say? It was the truth.
Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face in him. "Is he mad with me? That I didn't want to keep our child?"
"Yes and no," he admitted. "He's putting most of the blame on me, which is just fine with me. If he hates me for being rational then so be it."
She nodded. This was why she needed him. He was rational. Her heart hurt at the thought of Blue Yori being so upset about it, but it had to be done. She was only sixteen. She wasn't ready to be a parent. She wasn't ready to start a revolution either but that was something she couldn't stop. She nuzzled his neck lightly. "And you? How are you?"
He was quiet as he thought about this. "Hungry..."
She pulled back. Of all the times for him to be so...ugh! Hungry! She glared at him. "I can't believe you can think about food when you just killed our unborn child!"
"I'm in the mood for shrimp actually," he said, shrugging as he looked down at her. "What? I did what had to be done. It's not like there was any emotional attachment to it aside from fish boy."
"Ugh!" she yelled and pushed him. Getting out of bed with the sheet around her, she went to the kitchen.
He got up off the bed to follow after her. He took all of two steps before falling to the ground in pain. He clutched his head and his stomach, not knowing which was hurting worse at that moment. "Son of a-" He took a few deep breaths as the pain suddenly passed. Just as quickly as it began it was gone. His head still felt light headed and muddled, and it took him a few seconds to get his bearings.
Alana was boiling shrimp when Yori came in. She was still mad at him, but she was also hungry. She glanced at Yori and his stomach again. Their child was dead. A part of her felt like she should be sad like Blue Yori but the other part of her had to go with the logical out come. There was no way she could care for a child with everything going on. But she was curious about the future. "Yori...you say you don't want a kid, but do you mean never? I mean...if we get married...I'll want kids one day. I won't be able to have them which will mean you will carry them," she said while cooking.
He looked at her. Stopping her with a finger, he calmly walked to the bathroom and threw up. After which he rinsed out his mouth and went back into the kitchen. "Much better," he said. "Now, what were you saying? Something about...oh, the shrimp smells good." He leaned over to sniff, stopping just to rub his head. It felt like his brain was on fire.
She looked at him with a wrinkled brow. "Why did you throw up? Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah," he told her. "Just a headache, body ache, and stomach ache. Nothing to worry about."
She turned the stove off and started to drain the shrimp. "If you didn't just...you know...I would say it was a side effect of being pregnant. Then again, I have no idea what happened when an Eldarian is pregnant...I still haven't figured out how is happened or where the baby even comes out at..."
He smirked. "Believe me, it's not pretty," he told her. "Remember, once upon a time we were a very...primal species. Our births are the very essence of the strong survive and the weak die. Other than the way they're actually born, the rest of the symptoms and such aren't that different from human pregnancies." He coughed and groaned. "Maybe I should have just used the neutralizer." He rubbed his stomach, feeling kind of queasy.
Alana walked over and grabbed the neutralizer. "Maybe...you should just check and see if it's really...gone," she said handing it to him and going back to the shrimp.
He looked at the neutralizer and then tossed it onto the counter. "Trust me, it's gone," he told her. He'd put his claws about a foot into him. Nothing could have survived that. "Fish boy is probably just trying to get back at me."
She glared at him. "I would sleep easier if I know you check with the neutralizer. It has 100% accuracy on all races. Just hearing you say that nothing is there isn't very comforting."
"Fine." He took the device and waved it over his stomach. There was nothing. "See? It's dead." Just as soon as he said that he had to grab his head as he cursed. "Damn it fish boy! I did it for all of us!" He shook his head, finally grabbing the chair and just sitting down so he wouldn't fall.
She walked over to him and rubbed his ears. "This should calm him a bit." She kissed his forehead. She felt cold as she thought about him yelling out that it was dead. Her heart sank. She helped take a life...a life she helped create. Shaking her head she told herself to have no regrets. This was for the best. Just as Golden Yori said, it was for all of them.
He groaned and held his stomach. He'd never seen fish boy so pissed before. This was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He wasn't even certain if fish boy was doing it. "I think I'm going to be sick." Standing, his legs shook as he sat back down. "Fish boy.... He can't be doing this." He took a few more deep breaths as he let whatever had just hit him slowly flow over him. He felt his strength returning as he looked up at Alana.
"I don't know what that was, but I hope it doesn't happen again."
She cupped his face, looking him deeply in the eyes. "That stuff...the stuff those Eldarians injected you with...do we still not know what it was?"
He shook his head. "I didn't bother asking," he told her. "It didn't do anything immediately, so I figured it was a dud."
"Not all drugs instantly affect the body." She went to the room. "Get dressed. We are going to see your father," she said throwing on some clothes.
Yori muttered something as he grabbed some of the shrimp and tossed them into his mouth. "You know what dad's first question is going to be," he said as he pointed at his stomach. "It's not going to end well."
She stopped. Pushing her hair behind her ear she sighed. "Yeah...I didn't really think of that. But we can just tell him what we are going to tell everyone. You took a nap, woke up and had a miscarriage. It happens all the time. Especially with people who are aggressively active like a fighter." She looked at the time. It was after mid night. "I would wait until morning, but I don't want to wake up and something be seriously wrong with you."
"Don't worry about it," he told her. He had a feeling that his father really wasn't going to believe their story. Namely because Eldarian children were strong. They had to be. "I feel fine now. Whatever it was it probably passed. We can see my dad in the morning. I really don't feel like dealing with him now. There's shrimp cooked and I could use a stiff glass of milk." Turning back to the kitchen, he opened it up and grabbed a bottle of milk.
"Just relax. We'll deal with all of this in the morning."
If it weren't for the fact that she was starving and tired, she would have fault with him. Instead, she stopped dressing and followed him back to the kitchen. She was wearing one of his shirts and her underwear, she wasn't really caring what she was throwing on, so long as she had clothes on at the time. Hopping on the counter, she grabbed a shrimp and chewed on it.
"Don't wake up dead. I'll be pissed," she stated.
He stopped and stared at her. "How can someone wake up dead?"
She laughed and threw a shrimp at him only to have him catch it in his mouth. "You know what I mean!"
He purred as he downed the shrimp. His hand slipped in between her legs as he reached around to grab some more. "No, not really. I gave up trying to figure out what you do quite awhile ago." He pushed his hand against her as he moved.
She put her foot on his chest and pushed him back. "Easy kitty cat. We have all night to be frisky," she smiled.
He whimpered as he tossed a shrimp into the air and caught it, his eyes sparkling as he did so. "You stay here," he told her. Going to their room he was already putting on his pants and a shirt. "Since I'm no longer carrying a brat, I get to have more fun." He kissed her cheek and winked. "Be back in about five minutes."
"Wait!" she called after him. "You're getting it now!?"
She only watched him smirk and leave. She had five minutes. Rushing to the bedroom, she took the blankets off and left the sheet on. She checked the closets to make sure that they had extra pillows just in case they would wake up with nothing left of the ones on the bed. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed arm fulls of bottled water and snacks. Last time she was on that stuff, she wouldn't let Yori leave to get something to drink or something to eat. This time, she wanted to be prepared.
Yori came back with two thick bundles of a green plant like concoction. The vendor didn't have any of the actual spice variant, so he just brought it fresh. He could deal with it like that. Poking his head into the bedroom, he laughed as he saw her getting everything ready. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were already addicted to this stuff." He tossed the bundles onto the counter before clawing a portion of it and spreading it out onto their shrimp.
She walked over to him. "Don't put so much on it! I'll never get any sleep!" she said stopping him from adding more.
He smirked and grabbed her. Kissing her, he worked some of the nip from his mouth into her's. Pulling back he licked her lips. "That's pure nip. Enjoy." He winked as he fixed together the rest of what he'd been working on before putting the rest in the pantry so it would stay fresh. With that he began whistling as he moved the shrimp to a plate so that they could take it to the bedroom.
Alana let the cat nip slide down her throat. At first she didn't think anything was going to happen, but just like that, her body felt on fire. She grabbed the counter to stead herself, her grip tight and the counter snapped loudly. A large crack appeared on it. She ripped Yori's shirt off her to cool herself down then ran her hand over her thighs as her panties began dripping with an overload of moisture.