Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Pregnant Fathers ❯ Third Trimester: Week Two ( Chapter 7 )

Nohara blinked curiously at Hiei's bulging stomach, creeping closer to him bit by bit. It was obvious that she thought that she had gone unnoticed while she stared, however, her arrival had been noted by Hiei quite some time ago, and likely by two of the other three men in the room. She stayed right where she was, crouched just behind Yuusuke's chair, her face peeping out to see. For the time being though, she was ignored. She wasn't really doing anything but look at Hiei, and nothing was wrong with that.

Kurama was no longer so miserable looking, so involved now with his remaining children, and trying to give them all the love that he could as often as possible. The oaf would have been doing the same with Nohara once she came into the room, but he was a very exhausted oyaji, and had soon started to doze off into a little slumber land. Hiei only let him do this because Kuwabara played with his musume every chance that he got, being that he was often out working, and away for most of the daylight hours.

Staring through the window to the bright, lively garden outside was Yuusuke. He was doing much better with his musuko, Sasuke. Ever since Kurama had lost his musume to Byakko, Yuusuke seemed to realize on some strange level that he could lose his boy just as easily. And now, he was making up for all of the time that he had surrendered to his insecurities.

The alleged Prince of the Reikai was no where to be found on this day, seeing as he did still have to work. Otherwise, he would have been forced to come to the meeting. He and Botan were as happy as clams once more, and it was all that Hiei could stand, so he steered clear of them whenever the two were together.

Not to say that Hiei didn't enjoy his own times together with his feisty Shizuru.

By this time, Hiei and Kurama were watching Kuwabara snore. Nohara was fidgeting a bit behind Yuusuke's chair, not wanting to disturb their meeting, yet not sure whether this was their meeting. They surely weren't doing anything useful, and for once, Hiei thought that it might have been a good thing for them to go out and play with the children. It was a lazy enough day to do so. Besides, it was quite obvious by the way that Kurama's tail was wagging agitatedly, and how Yuusuke was looking out the window that they wanted to be with their children.

And well . . .

Hiei wanted some alone time, yet Nohara seemed to want to talk to him. Deciding that it would make everyone happier in the long run, he cleared his throat to gain the men's - those that were awake - attention, "I think that it's time for a break. Don't you think so too?"

Yuusuke blinked in shock, and then grinned widely at him, "Great idea, Hiei! I need to get out. I hate being cooped up."

"Yes," Kurama murmured, "it is getting rather stifling in here."

"You should get out and get some fresh air too, Hiei," Yuusuke said as he was going out the door.

"I'll be fine, tantei."

When the two were out the door, and Kuwabara still snoozing on the chair, Hiei finally made eye contact with Nohara - whom blushed with embarrassment - and smiled, "Meichan, what are you hiding back there for?"

This said, she ran out from behind Yuusuke's chair, and leapt onto the cushion beside Hiei, peering up at him with her wide, red eyes, "Ojisan, Oneesan said that our itoko-chan are pink! Can I see them? I think she might be lying."

Now, Hiei understood why Nohara had been waiting there for them to finish up or to at least be noticed. She had been sick for the last week or so, and hadn't been able to get up and see him. Hiei had wanted to go visit her in bed. Yet - between Shizuru's lap, his new favorite thing to do, everyone's (the women had put the Reikai Tantei and Koenma up to it) urges to come to a baby talk with the girls, and his preparations to greet the two new lives within him into the world - he had been too busy to do so.

While his meichan had been down, his musuko's skin had started to turn from a bright red to a lighter pink, and he had shown all the other children.

Another odd thing had happened too . . .

Even though now Nohara was now all better, and running around like the rest of them, Hyouchuu wasn't playing with her as much. Being that she was now used to playing with the boys, the little Yukina clone was acting a bit more boyish. Kuwabara's side was showing up more in the little Koorime than expected.

If this went on, and Hyouchuu would probably be off training with the boys if they ever chose to go down that route, and Nohara just might be staying at home alone while they all fought.

But right then, Nohara was gazing up at him, and brushing orange hair out of her eyes as she did so, and she waited for him to comply with her wishes. Hiei chuckled softly at the pleading look on her face, and pulled up his shirt to show them off.

Pretty, red eyes widened, and she gently placed her hands on the bulge, leaning forward slightly to see them better. The two half hi youkai half Koorime were now a lovely, rosey pink, their dark blue and white hair was growing out, and both hair styles promised to be the same star and flame mix as their oyaji's own hair. They were sleeping at the moment, but Hiei felt one stir a bit before going resting again due to the sudden light shining inside.

"Ojisan," Nohara exclaimed, "they're so pretty!"

Despite his best efforts, Hiei's chest swelled with pride at the complement.

"Yeah," a voice cooed, and Hiei turned to see Shizuru standing in the doorway, "pretty like their oyaji, ne?"

"Pretty?!"

Kuwabara stirred from his sleep, but Hiei ignored him, glaring up at Shizuru.

"Sure, pretty boy. Can't I call my own lover pretty? It's a complement, you know."

He turned a lovely shade of hot pink, and before he could react to that, Kuwabara did, "Lover?! You two . . . ?! Gah! Ew!"

"Ew, your face, itouto!"

"But it's Hiei!"

"Hey!" Growled Hiei. "You're with my imoutochan; I don't want to hear it!"

"But - but . . ." he looked between the two, and his face scrunched up, "You're smaller than her!"

"And Yukina's smaller than you, so?" Hiei countered.

"Hai, but-"

Shizuru interrupted him, "But what? Just because the man is smaller than a woman in a relationship doesn't make it wrong, Itouto."

"But . . . oh, fine! Just don't do anything weird in front of me."

Hiei grinned, covered Nohara's ears - whom had looked quite confused through most of the sudden conversation - and turned to Shizuru, purring, "Want to fuck on the couch after these two leave?"

As Kuwabara changed into a sickly green, Shizuru chirped, "Okay!"

He uncovered Nohara's ears, and she blinked up at them, "What's a lover?"

"It's like that ningen term boyfriend and girlfriend. Except it sounds more . . . naughty," Shizuru answered for the two men, whom both sighed in relief.

Nohara squealed, "Sugoi! Shizuru-obasan!"

She chuckled indulgently, "We're not married . . . yet." She gave Hiei a look as if to dare him to say anything against it, but Hiei only looked back at her contemplatively.

However, the little Koorime had either not paid attention, or misunderstood those words completely because she ran out of the room, and began to shout, "I got an obasan!"

Hiei groaned, putting his face into his hands, and shook his head, "I haven't mated with her . . ." . . . yet, something whispered, finishing his sentence.

Shizuru smiled softly, glancing over in the direction that Nohara had went before sitting beside Hiei, and reaching out to stroke his hair. His initial reaction to this was to curl up to her side, his cheek pressed just above her bosom, and that's just what he did, but this time he found the place just above her heart, listening to her heartbeat. It was a soothing thrumming against his ear - Shizuru's purr - and it made him greatly content to just listen as she ran soft fingers delicately through his hair. Somewhere off to the side, Kuwabara made a vaguely sickened sound. At any other time, Hiei would have turned on him, and bared his fangs or something, but at that moment in time, he was in Shizuru's arms, so no go.

When Nohara brought in the other adults, Hiei was sprawled over Shizuru's lap, purring up a storm, and loving it. Botan took one step in, and squealed excitedly, "Oh, that's so cute!"

His lover snickered, "He's practically a lamb if you know the right buttons to push."

Grunting a noncommitable sound at being compared with something that he considered 'good eating,' Hiei barely lifted up his head to glare playfully up at her, "I eat lambs."

Amused by the attention gained by being in her lap, Hiei soaked it all up, letting Shizuru stroke the nape of his neck, and the others stare at them.

"Well . . ." Yuusuke finally murmured, "there goes one problem."

This time around, Hiei really did glare, and at Yuusuke, their fearless leader - whom sweated nervously, and backed away a couple feet for good measure. Hiei snorted, and laid back against Shizuru's lap, "Baka."

Suddenly, Yuusuke snickered, "Well, at least, next time you won't have to have kids on your own. No more mastubation for you!"

While Keiko thwacked him good over the head, yelling, "Don't use that kind of language in front of little kids!" Yuusuke responded, "What? Japanese?" and got hit harder for his efforts, Hiei screamed, "You watched me do it!"

Taking the opportunity, Yuusuke sniggered even as his dear, little Keiko found a bat, "I watched you masturbate?"

Hiei tore at his hair, his fangs bared, and gritting together, "Gah . . . Yuusuke . . ."

But then Keiko brought the bat down on Yuusuke's head, ending Hiei's problem quite abruptly.

"Keiko! Where'd you learn to hit like a semi-truck?!"

The beasts came without warning. Ripping through the dojo doors, and snarling wickedly. Kuwabara's musume screamed in terror, and hid behind him, cowering and shaking against his leg. They filled up the broken in doorways, but they could see passed them, and saw that there were still even more youkai filling up the yard. One youkai grinned at her, and licked his chops. Yet another spotted Hiei, and gaped, "Holy shit! The rumors were true! Mukuro's heir got knocked up!"

Hiei pushed himself to his feet with only a little effort, "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to rip you open, and have your brat for dinner!" With that stated, the youkai leapt at Hiei, however a bright, blue beam blasted the creature apart, and then some of the ceiling.

Turning to growl at Yuusuke, Hiei said, "He was mine! He threatened my futago!"

"Chill out, Hiei, and stay here. You're no good to us the way you are. You're better off just - hey!"

Hiei ignored the hanyou completely, and decided to carve through the batch of youkai in the room - without his katana. As he sent a particularily nasty ball of flames down a youkai's throat, a pair of glittering crimson orbs looked back over his shoulder at Yuusuke, "You were saying?"

"You're a smartass, now let's go kick some ass. It's been way too long."

However, Hiei was already gone, bashing heads together and punching lights out. The other two joined with a loud shout, both youki and reiki flaring excitedly.

The cool, calm voice of an obviously irate Kurama reached Hiei's ear, and he turned to see Kurama just as he closed large tulips about Kibaha, Kemono, and Hyouchuu to protect them as he went into the thick of them to fight. Kuwabara was fighting at the broken dojo doors, keeping youkai from Yukina, Nohara, and the other women. Except Genkai whom stepped out to see what the fuss was about, saw her broken doors, and blasted apart a few scragglers. Even Koenma was helping out, using the reiki stored in his pacifier to create a barrier to surround himself and those in the dojo.

Yuusuke was in the dead center of the fray as always, finding new ways to kill, of course, and Hiei wasn't far from his side, wishing that he had his katana, but still ending bothersome youkai lives just as effectively.

For just one instant Hiei could feel the ties binding the five of them together, and suddenly even his futago were swarming with life. Interconnected with the hi youkai, and Hiei had the fleeting feeling of pain as he realized that he might never feel so close to any of them ever again. He really was an oyaji at that moment: protecting his offspring, his future mate, and even their extended families.

Hardly a second after that insight into himself, and how he had achieved what he had always wanted - this connection, and sense of well-being with his comrades - a western sword was stabbing for his stomach. Hiei just barely dodged the assault, flashing toward him with the speed left to him in his slightly larger state, and numbed the youkai's wrist, causing him to drop the western style sword.

"Those," Hiei said as he advanced menacingly on the youkai, "were my musuko futago that you were just trying to kill." He curled his hands around the fiend's neck, and began to wring it like a wet towel, "I'm going to shred you apart. What have you got to say for yourself?"

The youkai gasped for air, his claws trying to pry apart Hiei's hands, spitting out at him, "Stupid . . . bastard . . . you're going . . . to die . . ."

Using the youkai that he was choking as a shield, Hiei spun around to face another that had picked up the western sword. This new youkai struck, and - with a quick upward slash that shattered the unprepared sword with the sheer force of it - the youkai had done his job, and the youkai choking in his grasp was sliced in half from nearly two meters away, the very wind of the strike powerful enough and sharp enough to dice. Suddenly, the youkai that had attacked was the very last invader in the yard, and Yuusuke dealt with him by way of Rei Gun probably before the hanyou even realized this fact, and then - just as suddenly - there weren't any more attackers.

Itai, itai, itete . . .

Eyes widening in surprise, Hiei lightly touched his head, dropping the halved youkai in the process, "What the . . . ?"

From the dojo, Yukina cried out to him, "Oniisan! The futago!"

Immediately, Hiei looked down at his stomach, absently noting that his shirt had been cut by the wind slash as he hurriedly lifted up his shirt to check on his musuko. There was no blood or gore to be found within, he was relieved to discover, but the sack containing his musuko had been cut into. As the others rushed over to see him, Hiei gauged the damage. His musuko seemed to be fine, awakened by Hiei's quick movements, and both looking extremely like their oyaji with their cranky faces. Hiei could feel them squirm around, quite annoyed for being awakened.

Itai . . .

The sack hadn't even been cut into that much. The cut had gone through all the way, but then it had been a thin membrane to begin with . . . and then his eyes spotted the tiny wash of pink in the otherwise clear, milky-like liquid near the cut of the sack. He tracked it to the denser red inside, and found it to be coming from a tiny slice from one of his musuko's right hand.

The cut musuko looked ready to whimper or something because he craned his neck as much as he could in his cramped little home to peer up at Hiei. It was a look of such heart-wrenching confusion that Hiei desperately wanted to draw him into his arms. It almost appeared as if he were asking Hiei, "Why did this happen to me, Oyaji?"

The others looked the three of them over carefully, and Yukina murmured, "Oh, Oniisan, are they all right?"

Hiei couldn't stop himself, and began to laugh. A deepthroated, long laugh that came from the bottom of his stomach. His whole body was shaking so hard that he had to sit down, wrapping his arms around the bulging sack. The whole group of them were staring down at him oddly, and Yukina - the woman with the braver front in front of a hysterically laughing Hiei - tried to talk to him again, kneeling in front of him, "Oniisan? Why are you laughing?"

Choking back his belly laugh for a moment, he gestured down to the cut musuko, "Just look at him! He looks so put off!"

Indeed, the little thing's face was screwing up in confusion, a woeful little appearance to his eyes as if trying out the Bambi eyes bit. Soon Yuusuke chuckled, "He kind of looks like you when I make fun of you about 'pizza face.' Except much nicer looking."

Not even aware of Yuusuke's little joke, Hiei continued to laugh, though it started to taper off slowly until he looked as content as a cat, leaning back up against Shizuru's leg, and purring yet again from Shizuru's fingers massaging his shoulders.

Before Yuusuke could properly annoy Hiei, Keiko took up a shout, "Where's my baby?!"

A quick overlook of their present vicinity showed no Sasuke so his oyaji, a beautiful youko, an oafish ningen, and a fat Koorime - whom had to roll back onto his feet - set out to look for him.

There was no sign of Sasuke anywhere else in the dojo either. The boy had disappeared completely. His dark brown head not where it usually was found. However, they did not stop looking. Last that Hiei saw of Yuusuke, he had been searching in the woods, eyes shining slightly from unshed tears as he mumbled, "Shit, this isn't happening. Where is he?"

They didn't hear from him again until he screamed bloody murder. Coming from inside of the dojo. Everyone had been outside looking for the five-year-old - Koenma, the women and their children still looking in the yard of the dojo while the tantei looked out abroad.

Apparently, no one had gone inside, and no one - not even the Reikai Tantei - had felt earlier how the youkai had disguised his youki and Sasuke's own much smaller reiki. Just as Sasuke came ripping out of the dojo - with a youkai chasing after him, and snarling - Yuusuke and the others were there in almost a flash upon hearing the scream of terror. Yuusuke's musuko leapt into his ofukuro's arms, whom clutched to him tightly as the youkai quickly closed in on them. Though before both ofukuro and musuko could be torn limb from limb, a foot was planted non too kindly in his face. The foot of a furious Urameshi Yuusuke.

From then on, it all seemed to slow to a crawl. While Yuusuke landed and before the youkai could fly away from the force of the kick, Yuusuke rammed his elbow down on his head, causing the youkai to crash into the ground. Not that the second blow was needed though. Due to the extreme force of the impact, the youkai had been killed from just the barest touch to his temple.

It seemed that Yuusuke didn't care though because then he grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and started to punch him viciously.

"Oi! Yuusuke!" Kurama called out, but the words fell on deaf ears.

Next Kuwabara tried, "Urameshi! Stop it already! He's dead!"

Only then did Yuusuke stop, and he looked up at this small family. Without any hesitation, Sasuke jumped out of Keiko's arms, bouncing up into his oyaji's instead; Keiko coming only a split second after him, embracing her shujin tightly.

Yukina cried out first to interrupt them, "Oniisan! We forgot about your futago!"

Even Hiei had been a bit distracted from his futago. The sack had been sliced through enough to scratch his musuko after all. At that time, the liquid substance inside was slowly oozing out, and Hiei pulled up his shirt again to let Yukina kneel in front of him. Her hands glowed as she checked on the state of the sack, and she pulled away a few moments later, frowning softly in thought.

"Are they all right?" Hiei murmured softly.

"I can heal the nerves that are lined on the sack, but not the sack itself, Oniisan."

"But my musuko are okay?"

"Hai . . . for now." She paused a second to let that sink in, "Oniisan, they need that sack to hold in those fluids. It's part what's keeping them so safe from infections, and the sack is the thicker defence."

Hiei held his hands protectively over the clean slice in the sack, and doing so kept some more of the thick liquid in, "I'm not going to lose them, am I?"

"I don't know, but" - when Hiei began to pale, Yukina rushed on - "there aren't any infections that I have detected yet, and they might even be just fine if you make sure to keep the cut closed. If this goes on, at the very least, we might have to take them out early."

The color returned a bit at that thought, and he asked excitedly, "Can't we take them out now? Wouldn't it be easier?"

"That wouldn't be safe for your musuko. It would be safer if we waited another week, which would be closer to the due date since it seems that your pregnancy is almost the same as a Koorime's. You have to remember though," she softly insisted, "to keep the sack as clean as possible. And you should probably bandage it up to help keep the liquid inside."

When the day was finally over, and all of the excitement calmed down to a more normal day at Genkai's dojo, Hiei would have been found in his room just as he was applying the last adhesive tape to the bandage on his sack. He smiled and waved down at his bared musuko whom smiled back, and seemed to be trying to wave back by wriggling their fingers in the place that they were now stuck. The lights had been dimmed, and Hiei was settled back in his bed, the blanket being pulled up halfway over his stomach. Laying his back up against the wall for a bit of comfort, Hiei's hands splayed out over his musuko, stroking the places where their heads were.

As Hiei began to talk to them, the two radiated the sun with their smiles, squirming happily in their confined space, "I love you both so much. My beautiful boys. My treasures."

Hiei gently pressed his fingers down, and wonderously, the uncut musuko got his hand free from the area in front of him enough to press back up. Soon after the cut musuko followed his example, their tiny hands feeling along the sack to push back at his fingers. Seeing how much more smaller their hands were from his, Hiei had to agree that it would be much too soon to take his children from their - currently - safe haven.

They were growing at a phenomenal rate this third, and final trimester, and one week would surely be enough time for them to grow more. Their lungs would be stronger, and would have a heavier weight. In fact, Hiei planned to try to fatten them up a bit more this next week. It wasn't as if it would hurt them either to get some more baby fat on those bones. Though his futago already looked plump enough for his tastes.

If it saved their lives though, Hiei would eat an elephant for them.

"Do me a favor," he said, and they looked ready to squeal their glee at the sound of their oyaji's deep voice. "Live for me because don't think that I can live without you . . . and don't tell anyone about the things I did in this room."

Without any more ceremony, Hiei proceeded to do one of his more favorite activities with his unborn musuko.

He made funny faces at them.

Okay! Done! This chapter anyway. You all asked for me to wait and just write this one, so I did. And here the sucker is!

Now then, I have some RPing to do. After that though, you must understand that I also have some classes to try to pass. And two projects to try to do. One of which, I likely should have attempted to ask my teacher about earlier.

No, wait . . . three projects.

So, in other words, you most likely won't be seeing the next chapter of this until summer.

Ja mata!