Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Youji's Daughter ❯ Four ( Chapter 4 )

Youji's Daughter

Chapter Four

By Nix Winter

Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss and I do not recommend this method of male pregnancy. Adoption seems less painful.

Warnings…

It was hard to breathe, Youji thought.

"Youji?" Aya's voice was soft, gentle.

Youji blinked, tried to stand a little straighter. He'd lost the earring he'd meant to give Aya. Such a small thing to be thinking about. Aya still smelled like Aya though, and Youji smiled, thinking about running his tongue over Aya's throat, about kissing that throat, and feeling the shorter man moving underneath of him. "You're not going to leave me, are you?"

Manx still watched them. The doctor's assistance could come to at any time. The world had already seized up like an engine without oil for them and yet Aya still stopped. He swayed slightly, the drug blurring his world and his inhibitions. Youji tightened his hold around Aya, who turned to face him.

"Death be not proud," Aya quoted John Donne, voice slightly slurred, body leaning against Youji until the lanky man was pressed to the wall, "though some have called thee mighty and dreadful for thou art not so. Youji, I thought my soul had died without you. Even with your eyes swollen shut like mashed plums you're the most elegant and graceful golden lion Japan has ever seen."

"Uh," Youji replied, eyes swollen shut so he couldn't really see the look on Ken's face. This was his Aya, the Aya that he spent time alone with, away from death and revenge, the Aya that made life worth living, and yet had always been cold as Siberia around anyone else. "You okay?"

"I'm gonna be fucking sick!" Ken groaned, glaring at the doctor. "You did this."

"Actually, you did that when you made him inhale," she replied, working on freeing her hands. "We could just start over. I understand how important he is to you now."

"No," Aya said, looking at her, with tears in his eyes, expression unreadable, mixed, as if the mask were half there, his head resting on Youji's bare chest, "How can you understand? If you try to harm Youji again, I will kill you and nothing, not all of Kritiker will protect you."

Silence sparkled in the hall, malice unlimited and magnified by the lives they'd already taken. Uninhibited, Aya would kill if provoked.

Youji sought out Aya's hair, curling an eartail around a dirty finger. "Baby, let's don't kill anybody right now." Death was just too close right then, and holding Aya, Youji had never wanted life more than right then. "I don't want death near this life inside me, no matter how long it gets to live or not. Weiss needs a vacation. Manx! You still here?"

"Oh, yeah," Ken muttered. "A vacation with a pregnant man and a poet."

Youji smiled when he heard Manx's heels in the hall. "I'm here."

"Weiss, all four of us. We need a vacation," Youji said, racing for a plausible explanation. "We need to go the country side. Even the best hunting dogs need some time off their leashes."

"As long as you know who's dog you are," Manx said, already warming up to the idea. "Youji," she added gently, "Let's say this monster did put something in you, not just make you think that, but did. Do you want to be pregnant? Do you want to carry the child put into you so violently?"

Youji didn't speak for a moment as Manx's words questioned his soul and Aya's fingers traced his lips, being very careful of the places they were busted. Life. He'd lost count of how many lives he'd ended, of how many people he'd let down and destroyed, seduced into choices that got them killed. Asuka's death and destruction had been his fault. At least he'd taken the blame into himself as some way to placate Gods that didn't listen, some way to sacrifice enough until she was given back.

There was no reason to really believe Takatori Masafumi, and yet he did. Within him lived a part of Asuke, carrying a child she had wanted to carry, a child mixed with Aya's genetic material, and Youji craved that, craved to feel life nurtured within him. "I want to be pregnant," he said. "I didn't ask for it, and I don't know if I can live through it, but I want this life within me. If I'm not pregnant, or if the baby dies, I want help and I want revenge on the Taketori as much as Aya ever has." It was a bargaining chip for continued allegiance.

"How will you raise a child?" Manx said and her voice sounded closer to Youji than it had. "You're an assassin. Krittiker isn't going to give you day care subsidies."

"Why not," Ken asked, "You take care of Aya's sister. It'll just give you one more hold over Youji."

"Youji is a good man and he should be free," Aya said, sighing contently as Youji blindly rubbed his back. "He is a powerful lion who wraps his legs around me and sheaths in glowing heat and swallows my pearls as if he longs to carry a part of me within him forever."

"Oh," Youji said, cold sweat chilling his cheeks, "My god. What the hell did you give him?"

Dead. Silence.

Ken laced his fingers behind his head, cheeks sunburning themselves. "I think I need a sedative too."

Laughter broke as a snort from Manx, who suddenly had to look at the ceiling. "I think Aya's reading is a little broader than I'd suspected."

"So? What do you say, Manx-baby? Get rid of us for a few months."

"Sounds spectacular to me," Manx said, still not sure she wasn't going to die for laughing just then, "Dr. Mai, and good god, Ken, cut her loose." Manx said, taking control of the scene again. "Do you have an antidote for that sedative?"

"Even if I did," Dr. Mai said, "I doubt I'd want to give it to him. I have little desire to die because he reads trashy porn novels to his boyfriend." Dr. Mai rubbed her wrists glaring at them all. "We could go to the Waterfall House. There are medical facilities there. More than one Kritiker agent has given birth in that place."

"Very well. A vacation for Weiss," Manx said, thinking how she could use three able bodied agents in that part of the country. She smiled, a smile that would have made Youji worry if he'd been able to see it. She knew just how to sell this to Persia.

"I deflowered Youji and he's carrying my baby. He's so beautiful with eyes of living emeralds and a belly with will swell with fertile love. My darling is withchild," Aya said, smiling dreamily, knees soft so that he only kept his feet because Youji held him up.

"Aya, honey," Youji said softly, kissing the top of Aya's head, ever so gently, "Shut up."

"I bet we never hear that again," Ken sneered, just too much in shock to really have anything coherent to say.

So Weiss went on maternity leave, er vacation.