Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Pregnant Fathers ❯ Second Trimester: First Week ( Chapter 4 )

Hiei really wished that Shizuru was there with him right now. Not that she would be able to help him of course, but . . .

But Shizuru was a comfort. A strange comfort, but a comfort. She meant a kind of comfort that his comrades couldn't give him. That the other girls could only share with him through example to their partners.

Kami, but I hate to be alone, Hiei cradled his head in his arms, and sighed heavily.

He was supposed to be sleeping, but he just couldn't get comfortable. Thus he was thinking. Thinking often brought him to unpleasant thoughts. So, now, he was tired and depressed.

Hiei was cranky.

Shizuru would know what to do . . . Not as if she'd be able to give him any advice on how to get to sleep - she'd never been pregnant after all. However, somehow, she'd make him feel better.

Sobs took up again from down the hall. Botan. Again. This was the fifth week!

Koenma! If you're not going to be there for her, I'll take her myself if I have to! She needs someone to be there! Koenma . . . I hate you. Just make her stop crying . . .

He was a god, right? He'd be able to hear Hiei's prayers . . . right?

Then again, Koenma wasn't a mind reader. Suddenly and somehow, thoroughly convinced that it would work, Hiei carefully rolled out of bed, and knealt beside it. He frowned to himself, trying to remember just how he had seen ningen do this. Were their hands folded on the bed? Or had they been folded into their laps? Or was it that they were pressed together in front of their faces? Was there some ritual that he had to do, or did he have to say it in a certain way?

"Kuso . . ." he scowled. "Screw this! Koenma! Get your fucking ass down here!"

Who came was not Koenma. Keiko and Genkai hurried in, the younger woman gasping, and the old teacher just making some irritated noises. Keiko softly touched his shoulder, "Hiei-san, you should get to sleep. Shouting at Koenma won't help you."

She and Genkai hoisted him onto his feet, and laid him in his bed, Keiko going into the living room for a moment.

Hiei hardly noticed them, tiredly muttering almost incomprehensibly to himself, "Damn you, Koenma. Get down here. Botan . . . my baby-buddy needs you . . . If I can't be happy, at least, she should . . ."

She came back in a moment later with some extra pillows, with which she propped Hiei up with. Sighing in relief, and now in a comfortable position, Hiei's eyes drifted shut, and sleep claimed him.

"Yuusuke . . ."

The Reikai Tantei tilted his head to the side, obviously curious about why Hiei was so quiet. Yuusuke frowned thoughtfully, and asked, "What do you want?"

"I've been wondering about something. Could you go to the Reikai?"

"What for? I've got things to do. I can't just go frolicking into the Reikai on the crazy whims of a pregnant Koorime."

Hiei's eyes flared abruptly, "I know what you're thinking about, tantei, and it's not appreciated."

Sighing, he looked away, and avoided eye contact with the Koorime. Hiei sighed sadly, and murmured, "Yuusuke, are we friends?"

He looked back up at Hiei helplessly, "Hiei . . ."

"It's all right; you don't have to answer that," he said bitterly, and then he asked, "Are you Botan's friend?"

"Ye - yes, I am" Yuusuke swallowed nothing, and waited.

"Then, if not for me, go to the Reikai for her. Bring Koenma down here."

His brown eyes widened in surprise, "Nani? Doushite?"

"He's an oyaji, and he should be down here sharing that joy with his wife."

"But . . . Botan's okay with it. She told him straight to his face that she didn't want her and the baby to get in the way of his work."

"She lied, and if she wasn't lying then, she's regretting saying it now."

"How would you know, Hiei?" Yuusuke asked, frowning, "You doing some woman-to-woman bonding?"

Hiei gritted his fangs menacingly, "I didn't think that we had digressed this far, tantei." He stood up slowly - partly to accomodate his new girth - and drew his katana, "So, let's go."

"What?! Hiei, have you gone mad?!"

Hissing at Yuusuke, he edged closer, and bared his fangs. Just before Hiei could leap though Koenma popped into exsistance between them, "No fighting! You especially - Hiei! Let me go!"

"I knew it!" The Koorime snarled through his fangs, shaking the toddler god by his neck, "You come to me before your own wife! Kuso! Koenma, do you know how much she misses you?!" He stopped shaking him, and just held him there, suspended before him. "She cries every night now, Koenma. I'd comfort her myself if it would do any good." He tightened his grip around his throat for emphasis, "I'll take her from you, and give her the attention that she and your child needs, but since I'm not really one to separate family members, I'll present you to Botan. Maybe she'll take you back."

Koenma made a gurgling sound, but Hiei ignored him, carrying him off through the shrine to where he knew that she and the other girls were. They were having another one of their baby meetings when Hiei dumped Koenma in Botan's lap.

She stared down at Koenma for a long time before staring in wonder up at Hiei, "How did you . . . ?" And then she glared at the god, "Where have you been?!" When he began to tremble, and scoot back in her lap, she practically suffocated him with a tight embrace, "I've missed you so much!"

Botan began to cry, rocking the bewildered Koenma to her breast. With tearful eyes she looked up at Hiei to thank him, however he was more preoccupied with staring at the new comer.

A woman . . .

The woman that hadn't been visited for over three weeks!

But Hiei couldn't let her know how much she had been . . . missed.

She smiled impishly at him, her light brown eyes twinkling, "Hey, Hiei, I haven't seen you in a while."

His eye twitched slightly, and she raised an eyebrow at this. Then Hiei walked away stiffly, leaving them to stare after him.

Damn her! Damn her and that smile! What business had she to just suddenly show up out of the sky with that smile after being away from him for so long?! He had been so close to shredding her limb from limb!

Hiei held his head as he sat down heavily on his bed. It creaked in response when he then shifted to lay down, only to find that laying down still wasn't comfortable, and that he couldn't get up as he normally did. He groaned in sudden understanding. Hiei was going to have to start doing those ridiculous squiggling movements like in the last pregnancy!

He groaned as he sat up, still not entirely used to the strange shifting of his musuko moving around inside. There he sat, staring at the wall, and trying to think through things. Hopefully, Koenma was going to stick around for Botan's pregnancy, or at least make regular visits. Maybe he'd even be able to see the birth of his child if that were the case. And Kurama . . .

As Hiei buried his face into his hands, he sighed rather pathetically. The beautiful children of Kurama. It was becoming more and more likely that Byakko was going to leave, and take the children with her to the Makai. But what was Hiei supposed to do about it? She had never really liked him due to the fact that Hiei and Kurama had always been a bit close, and of course, that caused jealously within the youko. He certainly couldn't talk to her, since she definately wouldn't listen to him, and it was apparent that Kurama had already spoken with her. Whether Kurama was in love with Byakko or not was moot point; Hiei knew that Kurama was in love with his children, and he would do anything to keep those children with him except kill their ofukuro. Kurama respected her too much for that, love or no love between them.

In the end, Hiei knew that he would only be a spectator to his friend's heart being ripped from his chest. No matter what he did, Kurama was going to lose his children. Byakko was their ofukuro, she had charge of how they would be raised or not be raised if she didn't want children at all.

And then Yuusuke . . . what was he to do about him? In the past time and time again Yuusuke had proved to be a very loving oyaji, but with the coming of Hiei's futago, Yuusuke had become much more distant. Where once he was laughing, and playing happily with his musuko, Yuusuke was now either only partly participating, or just standing to the side, watching Sasuke play by himself or with the other children. And always with this old, tired, and pained expression on his face as if he had died, and now could only watch in on his musuko.

Hiei mourned for the boy whom had unknowingly lost his oyaji. If Yuusuke wanted to be a good oyaji, he should go back to his old ways!

He laid back on the bed once more, and then grimaced, irritated with how his spine felt like it would be crushed by the weight of his futago musuko. As he was trying to shift into a more comfortable position, someone knocked on the door.

Barking at said someone, Hiei tried harder, wanting to at least sit up, "Wait one fucking minute!"

An all too familiar voice answered him, "I'll wait when I want to, Hiei."

"Go away, Shizuru!" Hoping beyond anything that she wouldn't see him in such a vulnerable position, Hiei tried to sit up harder. However, it was too late; Shizuru walked right into Hiei's room like she owned the place, took one look at Hiei's predicament, and began to laugh out right. Angry, he gnashed his fangs, "Shut up!"

She ceased laughing immediately, and marched towards him on his bed, plopping down just above his head. Before he could ask her just what she was up to, Shizuru grabbed his shoulders, and gently yanked his head and shoulders onto her lap. He would have squirmed away, and he would have been able to do so easily because the weight of his futago was no longer centered in such an awkward place, however, he was suddenly shocked by this very fact.

His hesitation was taken advantage of by Shizuru. She began to tenderly run her fingernails through his hair, and across his scalp. Any counterattack that he could have done after the jolt of being in Shizuru's lap - and said lap was extremely comfortable for the hi youkai - was thoroughly forgetten due to her lovely nails scratching his scalp. Her fingernails moved down to lightly scratch near the nape of his neck. It took Hiei a moment to realize that he was purring, and the movement of her fingernails brushing the back of his neck made him moan involuntarily.

Realizing the slip, Hiei snapped his fangs shut, and prayed that Shizuru wouldn't stop because of the pleasure he had just revealed that he was experiencing. And, thankfully, she didn't cease. In fact, she even continued scratching in that spot.

Hiei was a puddle in her hands, loving those same hands, and the things that they were doing to him. He thought to himself in his daze, For once, it's okay. For once, it feels right. I will stay here in her arms for the rest of my life, and die utterly complete. It came to Hiei some seconds, minutes, or just maybe even hours later that Shizuru was only a ningen, and that her arms would have long turned into plants that her dust had fed before he died. He sighed out a soft moan, and pressed his cheek to her lower abdomen, trying to remember the feeling of the strangely intimate, yet pleasant, embrace that he had found himself to be in.

He knew that he was growing hard, but he couldn't pull away from her, too enraptured by her to even think about moving away at this point. Shizuru's nails seemed to be made for just this. Her nails scraped down his neck, and Hiei gasped softly, burrowing his head deeper into her stomach. A soft moan escaped his lips, muffled sounding against her stomach as her hands moved lower. Down his chest, her palms brushing against hardened nipples, and then she stroked his bulging belly through his shirt before taking the hem of his shirt, and lifting it up.

"Hiei, they're gorgeous," she whispered. Blinking in surprise, his purring faltered a moment before thrumming hard again, and Hiei looked up at her with slightly lidded eyes. When she noticed that he was looking at her, Shizuru smiled softly at him. "So, do you mind telling me why you gave me the cold shoulder?"

"You left me," he breathed out, "you just weren't there anymore . . ." he scowled at her confused, owlish look, and yanked on her hair, bringing her face to face with him, "and then you came back as if everything was the same! You smiled like you always did!"

"I thought that I told you," she began, "that I would try to come every weekend. But I do have a life besides the strange one that I have with you Reikai Tantei. I'll come when I can, Hiei, not when you think that I should."

With a sigh Hiei released her hair, and fell back into her lap, looking away. She took up stroking the nape of his neck again with her nails, and he shuddered from the contact. His moan made him snap out of it, and he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from him. Hiei gritting through his fangs, "Stop it."

Frowning slightly, she asked, "Aren't we friends?"

The question surprised him, and he stared up at her, "Ha - hai, we're friends."

"And friends do things for each other, right?"

"Right," he unconsciously licked his lips.

She smiled, "Then let me pet you. You seem to like it at any rate."

All Hiei could do was nod as he gazed up at her smiling face, her hands slipping out of his loosened grip, and finding their way back into his hair.

A couple mornings later found Hiei atop the roof half-sitting and half-leaning beside and against a beam. He was very . . . satisfied. Happy even. Shizuru was coming over that day, and the moment that they were alone, Hiei planned to melt against her once again. The experience had been near to orgasmic for the pregnant Koorime. She scratched his head, and massaged down his neck and shoulders. His chest was attacked with fine, delicate touches, her nails sometimes scraping, but mostly just smoothing her palms over his chest, and aroused nipples. And to say that he had been aroused was an understatement.

Had she touched anywhere nearer to his manhood, Hiei would have thrown her down, and fucked the living daylights out of her.

Abruptly, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Would he really have done that to her? He had been in enough control that he hadn't hardened into the raging hard-on that he had wanted to reveal just to relieve some of the pressure of keeping it under wraps. However . . . had he really been so aroused by the way that she had been touching him?

He patted his belly absently as his futago shifted within.

Would he have done that while pregnant?

Being pregnant had definately not subdued any of his sexual urges. In fact, his urges had doubled three times over as he got bigger and bigger! Shizuru had been extremely lucky to have not been taken that day she was petting him. It was likely that - when he was pregnant with Himoto and Enshou - if all the youkai that had attacked him hadn't been so hideous, he would have fucked them into oblivion too.

Hiei snorted, Well, at least, my hormones have some sense of taste . . .

He settled back into his more comfortable spot - standing or sitting up straight usually gave him back pains - and planned to just zone out until Shizuru returned to the shrine. There really wasn't anything for him to do anyway. He was getting more tired though; he likely needed the nap.

"Hiei!" Yuusuke called, snapping Hiei out of a little, certain . . . daydream. Grumbling, Hiei decided to ignore him, "Hiei! Get down from there! Don't make me try to remember your whole name!"

"Man - nen - yuki! Get it right! Mannenyuki Hiei!" He shouted down.

"Ee! Whatever you just said! Get down! Your kids don't need you jumping them around everywhere! And . . . ! And . . ."

Alert for any tricks, Hiei stood up slowly, and walked to the edge of the roof to peer down. Yuusuke had sounded almost worried near the end. Just what was going on with him? "What do you want, tantei?"

"It's Ku . . ." Yuusuke swallowed nothing before continueing, "It's Kurama, Hiei. Could" - another swallow as if to hold back tears - "could you just get down here?"

More curious than ever, Hiei shifted through the air to appear at Yuusuke's side, and looked up at him, "What's going on?"

He didn't say anything more, just starting to walk into the shrine, and Hiei followed him with much trepidation. Had something happened to Kurama? Was he injured? How were the kits and Byakko? This was one of his very best friends after all. If anything were to happen to him, he'd have to stand Yuusuke and Kuwabara! Alone! And the kits would be left alone with Byakko. Who know how that would turn out?

What he found, probably shouldn't have surprised Mannenyuki Hiei; he was - after all - a pregnant male. What could really shock him after all that had been happening to him? . . . The youko, Kurama, on his knees, his head bowed down to the ground, his silky, silver hair spilling over his shoulders and over the floor, his shoulders shaking.

Kemono and Kibaha were both clutching tightly to either of his forearms, looking quite spooked. Their tails were limp beside them, and their eyes a bit dull, almost on the verge of tearing up themselves it seemed.

And Byakko and Naji were nowhere to be seen . . .

"Oh . . ." Hiei breathed out, and Kurama lifted up his head to look at him through his hair, "Oh, no . . ."

"I've lost her. My baby, Hiei, my baby."

She giggled, and said, "Ojisan, can I be your wife?"

"Hai, Kurama, she was very precious to us all," he whispered to his forlorn friend.

Her eyes filled with tears, "Doesn't Ojisan love me?"

"Why did she take her?"

"We don't know, Kurama-kun," answered Yukina.

Not that Kurama valued his only musume higher than his musuko. At that point, Kurama was just a being, mouring the loss of a loved one, and wanting to know why one of his most coveted treasures was taken from him - a treasure which he could not rightfully take back unless he wanted to feel the wrath of the whole female side of the Makai fall down upon him.

The little youko girl smiled, "So, if you want musume, can I be your wife?"

Hiei suddenly wanted to go back in time, and kiss her cheek just because it seemed that he hadn't done that enough in his eyes, If that means that I can see you once more - that I can see you as that sweet little youko girl that asked me to marry her - then, yes, Naji-chan. As many as you want.

"But my baby . . ."

"Is gone," the Jaganshi murmured, "and I don't think that Byakko will return her. Gomen nasai, Kurama, you'll just . . . just have to face the facts." As ridiculous as it might have made him feel at any other time of his life, Hiei carefully dropped to his knees, and scooted closer to Kurama to take his hand and squeeze it.

"You're not suffering alone," Genkai began, "you can never suffer alone while those who you love are there beside you." Kurama squeezed Hiei's hand back as Genkai continued, "We might not know entirely how you feel, but we know that you are in pain."

"Ee, Kurama," Yuusuke said, smiling pathetically, "and we're going to stick through all of this shit with you. People shouldn't suck it up alone."

"It hurts, Kurama," Hiei clenched his jaws, gritting his fangs together to hold back sobs, but he felt his eyes water anyway. Kurama wrapped his arms around Hiei as if to support himself, but Hiei was suddenly leaning against him too, his face in the youko's shoulder, and he wasn't entirely sure just who was holding whom up. When Hiei unclenched his jaw to speak again, the sobs were released, and pearly dark blue hiruiseki fell down Kurama's back, "It's hurts to suffer alone."

"Okay," she said, and she kissed Hiei's cheek. "We'll get married, and have lots of musume."

Whoa . . . another nice one, ne? And it almost suits my mood. I've been kind of . . . a little bit . . . 'iffy' I guess is the best way to decribe it. So this kind of suits me for now. Anyway, if you haven't noticed, I have another story of the 'Pregnant Fathers Arc' out. It's called 'Changes for Young People,' and it's about one of Hiei's musuko and Sasuke being . . . well, friendly together.

Yes, I have a yaoi out finally, and they're OCs, and . . . it's a lemon.

So if there are any Hiei/Kurama fans out there reading this, that last scene is probably as close as I'll get to having those two get together - except in my 'Three Headaches' story, but that's just kind of weird. It was a pretty scene anyway, be happy with it!

Also, if you've been living in the gutters for the past couple months, I have a site with all my fics on it. You should visit it . . . now . . . now!

http://www.gexus.com/alchan/index.htm

Hmmm . . . what else was there to say?

Oh, and Hiei wasn't being a pervert with Naji in this last scene. I guess that he was just a bit depressed or something to that extent. Wasn't it sad and cute at the same time?!

Ignore me . . .

Ja mata!