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Love Doesn't Always Triumph

Chapter 11: Pizza

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho; those rights belong to its creator Yoshihiro Togashi.

 

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“Lisha, I drew a bath for you.” Yukina said.

 

Lisha smiled and got off the bed. “Thanks Yuki.” She went over to the closet. “You don't mind if I use one of your shirts do you `Rama?” she asked turning to Kurama sitting at the desk.

 

Kurama shrugged. “Sure, they look better on you anyways.”

 

“Thank you `Rama.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran to the bathroom

 

She entered the bathroom; she smiled at the wonderful smell from the candle that was always burned during a bath and the large tub that had steam softly rising. She pulled off the large sundress that she was wearing and eased herself into the water. She sank lower and allowed the bubbles to tickle her nose. As she reached for the soap she felt a small flutter in her stomach. She looked down and it took a few minuets to register what it meant.

 

“Kurama!” She shouted quickly.

 

The door slammed open and Kurama ran in panicked. “What's wrong!” he asked, rose in his hand.

 

She giggled and motioned for him to come to her, he did, rose still out. “'Rama, I think it moved.” She grabbed his hand and put it over her abdomen. “Feel it?”

 

Kurama dropped his rose and smiled. “Yeah. You had me in a panic Lisha, I thought that you had been attacked or that there was something wrong. Don't scare me like that again, understand?”

 

Lisha giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I understand, sorry `Rama. But, it was worth the small panic, right?” She looked up to him with big eyes.

 

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Of course, just don't do it again.”

 

“Ok, I won't.”

 

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Lisha leaned over Lindsay to look at her magazine. Lindsay pulled it over and out of her sight. Lisha pulled back and pouted. “Come on Linds, let me see!” She whined.

 

“No, and don't pout, you know that I have an immunity to it.” Lindsay said laughing at Lisha's annoyance. “I'll let you read it once I'm finished.”

 

“But `Rama's making me go to the doctor's house today, and you know how wonderful their magazines are.” She made a grab for the magazine again, but ended up face planting into the ground when Lindsay moved it out of her reach again.

 

“You should've thought of that when we were in the corner store when you were buying that concoction that you called food.” She flipped a page of her book.

 

Lisha sat up and rubbed her nose. “You of all people should understand the cravings of a pregnant woman.” She rubbed her slightly large stomach. “Only three months left.” She smiled. “And then me and `Rama will have our own fam—pizza.”

 

Lindsay looked at Lisha like she was crazy. “Pizza?”

 

“Yeah, a pizza sounds really good right now, with pepperoni and black olives, and mushrooms, and onions, and pineapple.” She stared at the wall with a wan look on her face.

 

Lindsay put her face in her hands. “You've got to be kidding me.” She grumbled.

 

“Come on Linds, I went out for you.”

 

Lindsay sighed. “Mark! Come here a sec!”

 

The door to their room opened and Mark emerged. “What?” he grumbled.

 

“Lisha wants a pizza with pepperoni, black olives, mushrooms and onions.”

 

“And pineapple! Don't forget the pineapple.” Lisha piped in with a smile.

 

“You're telling me,” he growled, “that you woke me up because Lisha's having a stupid craving, and you want me to go get it?”

 

Lindsay smiled. “Yup, basically. You're the man in the apartment, so it's up to you to take care of the pregnant female's needs.”

 

Mark left to the door and grabbed a coat to cover his shirtless form, as he left he grumbled something that sounded like `next time I better be leaving for my own child.'

 

Lisha giggled. “You know, we could've ordered it.”

 

“We don't order in unless we really don't feel like leaving. One of the guys on first floor likes to take the food.”

 

“Why didn't you just go and get it?”

 

“Because Mark is more convenient.”

 

“But I went out and got you food when you had a craving all the time.”

 

Lindsay flipped another page. “That's because Mark was doing legal stuff or working whenever I had a craving.”

 

Lisha made another lunge for the magazine. “At two in the morning?”

 

“I didn't have the heart to wake him up.” She moved the magazine away again.

 

Lisha glared and pouted at Lindsay. “Would you just let me have the magazine!”

 

“No!”

 

The door opened and Mark came back in. Still grumbling about pregnant women and their stupid cravings. “Here's a medium pizza for Lisha, a small for Lindsay, and breadsticks with sauce for whoever eats it.” he dropped the boxes on the table. “And here Lisha, here's that stupid magazine that you've been trying to grab for the last hour.” He dropped a magazine on her lap.

 

“Thank you Mark.” Lisha jumped up and gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

 

“Yeah, thanks.” Lindsay grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to give him a small kiss on the lips. “You're the best.”

 

“You only say that when I get you something that you want.”

 

“And I always get what I want.”

 

Mark went back into the room and closed the door. Lindsay looked over and found that Lisha had already eaten nearly half of her pizza. She sighed and stared on hers.

 

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