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Finally got my Seed Destiny Heroines 9, but Mom made me put off the putting together of the figurines until she gets the glass display cupboard. ;_;" I took out Meer and Miri though, and now they sit happily among the Heroines 1 girls and Petit4 Mey-chan and the 3 Gundams LOL.
This has been on my mind for a long time actually, and that is on the concept of a bitbeast having an animal AND a mecha form. XD"
I don't know how much you like mecha though [I'm thinking quite a lot, since you've watched Gundam Wing. XDD], or how well you take to the idea of making a bitbeast half-mecha.
But my idea is like: A bitbeast has two forms - its usual animal form, and a mecha form. During battle, the bitbeast can switch back and forth from animal to mecha and vice versa. That's really it, basically. But I think it's pretty cool, and it just gives the bitbeast a whole wide range of attacks also. XDDDD
I'm absolutely in love with Strike Freedom Gundam [Kira Yamato pilots it XDDD]. And imagine how powerful Gou's bitbeast would be if it had the DRAGOON weapons [the lasers that detaches themselves from the Gundam's wings and shoots everywhere]. >D <3333
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZaMJKZRR-M
Of course, it's just a suggestion as always. XDDD It's up to you whether you want it or not. :D I'd suggest Time-travelling as an ability, but that'd probably be waaaaaay too much of godmodding, no? x_x";;; I...can't really help much on the animal aspect though. ;_;";;;
*tries to grab concept rights of mecha-bitbeast and runs away* .__.";;;;
"Kira?" Gou called softly, moving behind him. He slowly rubbed at Kira's back, feeling helpless.
"Gou-kun..." Kira murmured softly, gazing tiredly at his boyfriend. He couldn't help but feel guilty that he was bringing so much worry to the person who cared so much for him.
Gou continued to rub at his back and shoulders, gently massaging them. "It's been too long, Kira. Maybe you should have someone look at you."
Kira sighed at that, nodding in agreement. Maybe a visit to the doctor would put an end to all this misery.
Gou nodded. "C'mon, let's get you to the infirmary."
Kira glanced down slightly at that, nodding as he followed his boyfriend. He was getting an ominous feeling, but he quickly brushed it away as he stepped in, glancing around for a moment.
"Do you want me to wait here?" Gou asked, not wanting to make Kira uncomfortable.
Kira smiled at that, "It's ok. You can come in with me if you like."
Gou nodded, looking around for one of the nurses that should be on duty.
The nurse spotted the two boys first, smiling as she made her way towards them. "Yes? How may I help you?"
Gou ushered Kira forward. "My roommate here hasn't been feeling well lately, and I'm starting to think it's not just some common cold."
She nodded at that with a quick smile, leading the boys into a room as she looked Kira over, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she tried to come to a sensible diagnosis.
Gou leaned against the wall, watching as the nurse puttered about. He gave Kira a sympathetic smile.
The nurse frowned heavily for a moment. Kira was showing symptons of a certain something, but it didn't seem possible to her. And they were just students too...
Gou raised an eyebrow at the nurses reaction, wondering what she was thinking.
The nurse seemed to be in a mental struggle of sorts as she glanced through the cabinet for a moment. Kira raised his head at that, focusing on the nurse for a long while. He knew what she was suspecting, and he knew it would be a very very rude shock to his boyfriend.
Gou watched anxiously between the two, Kira's body language now confusing him. What was going on?
The nurse handed a kit over to Kira, murmuring the instructions to him. The psychic glanced down at that, nodding as he excused himself, making his way towards the nearest washroom.
Gou's brow furrowed as he watched Kira leave. He looked to the nurse, silently questioning her.
The nurse gave Gou a smile, turning to him as soon as Kira had exited. "I'm going to tell you something, and I'm certain you will think me insane after this."
Gou wasn't liking the sound of that. "Ooookaaaay," he drawled, already thinking her to be insane right now.
She sighed at that, "Your roommate...he's showing signs of pregnancy."
Gou started to cough a bit violently. He looked wide-eyed at the nurse. "What?!"
"I'm not sure how, but I've given him a pregnancy test-kit," the nurse explained. "If he is indeed confirmed to be pregnant, I will need to inform the teachers and headmaster for the necessary arrangements."
"Necessary arrangements?" Gou mimicked, confused.
"We will probably need to send him to a hospital to confirm his pregnancy," the nurse patiently replied. "And if he really is pregnant, we wil need to notify his parents immediately."
Gou gulped at that. "Is that so...?"
"Yes, it is a required school rule," she smiled. "Incidents like this happen far few and between though."
"Huh," was his only reply as he shifted from foot to foot, waiting for Kira to return.
Kira blinked at the kit, staring at the result for a long while. He couldn't believe this.
He placed a hand on his belly, stroking it gently as his eyes focused on the blue plus sign on the kit. It was true. It was confirmed. He was pregnant. An expectant mother. Carrying Gou's and his child.
He placed a hand on the doorknob, feeling slightly overwhelmed as his mind swam with questions.
Gou was unaware of the results and the impending impact their lives would now face.
"And he's back," the nurse whispered, gazing at the door as Kira entered, looking as though he was about to cry.
He gazed down at the kit again, trying to make sure that he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, but the blue positive sign was still on the kit as he finally showed it to Gou and the nurse.
Gou was sent into another violent coughing fit as he tried to force some air back into his lungs after the nurse had explained and confirmed the results.
Kira was pregnant. He ws going to be a father. He was scared.
The nurse sighed at that, guiding the two students to the seats. "Do you happen to know who the father of your baby is?" she asked, turning to Kira.
Gou ducked his head as the coughing subsided, shock evident as he tried to grasp everything.
Kira found himself unable to face Gou as he merely pointed a finger at his dorm mate, still pretty much in shock himself.
The nurse nodded simply, turning as she dialed the numbers of the respective teachers and the headmaster, informing them of the couple and all that had happened.
Gou sat there, trying to calm his breathing as the situation sank in. What now? What was going to happen to them now?
The nurse gently helped Kira up as she gazed over at Gou for a moment, "Come on now. You have to make your way towards the Discipline Head's office."
Kira's glance snapped up in horror, wondering why the heck they needed to go there. What would the Discipline Head do to them? Would their records be affected?
Gou winced at that information. Great. He was another thing they could add on to his already large file. Slowly, he shuffled out the door, numbly walking beside Kira.
Kira was in a daze as they moved towards the office, his mind full of thoughts of what his parents would say, if this would leave a big impact on his records, if this had any implication for his future, as well as how to take care of the baby's needs.
Gou was wondering along the same lines. What would their parent's say? Would they separate them? Would he be able to support Kira and the baby? Would he....
The Discipline Head gave the two students a glance over. One of Ssu-Ling's brightest and one of Ssu-Ling's most problematic. He sighed at that, pressing a hand to his temples as he glanced through the student records. "Names?"
"Kira...Kira Kaihara-Kingston..."
"Hiwatari-Seabolt Gou," he muttered automatically, having been in similar situations before. Not the pregnancy, that was all new to him. Just the leering Department Head. That he was used to.
The Discipline Head gave a gruff nod of the head, jotting down the phone numbers of the respective students. "I'll call Kaihara-Kingston's parents first, and then it'll be yours."
Kira stiffened at that. Not his parents first!!
Gou watched Kira's reaction. He reached out, taking the other's hand in a calming fashion. They were in this together.
Kira glanced down at their joined hands, squeezing Gou's hand tightly for support as the teacher started dialing King's number first, preparing for the various kinds of reactions that would be possible from a busy working 'mother'.
Gou shuddered slightly, unsure and scared of what was to come. He knew Kira was feeling the same, probably more so. He squeezed back gently, preparing as much as he could.
Kira sighed, wincing as soon as he mentally heard his Mama's voice from the Discipline Head's mind. He waited, unnerved, as the Discipline Head made a lengthy introduction and some redundant speeches until he finally revealed Kira's pregnancy to the CEO.
He glanced up at that, squeezing Gou's hand tightly. It was silent on the other line.
Gou was unaware of the dialogue going on, having only heard the Discipline Head's half, but the tighter grip and paler face of his love unnerved him.
The Discipline Head winced slightly as the older Kaihara-Kingston exploded on him, demanding to speak to his son immediately. The teacher tried to pacify the seemingly furious parent, trying to assure him that they 'had the situation under control'.
Kira squeezed his eyes shut at that. At a time like this, talking to his Mama was the last thing he needed.
Gou winced, the voice of Kira's mother coming in loud and clear despite the considerable distance. He gulped, now quite fearful. He looked at Kira once more, his reaction unnerving.
Brooklyn held him close. "I'm going to get you out of here," he whispered against King's ear.
"I couldn't protect them, I lost them," King babbled all over, clutching to Brooklyn.
He stroked King's back, trying desperately to comfort him as he reached into his mind.
His mind was dark and murky, the strong sadness permeating his husband's mind as he wept.
Brooklyn held him close, clutching to King's body as he glanced at the counselor.
The counselor looked slightly uncomfortable, his mind swimming with questions on why Brooklyn had only come to see King now. Nevertheless he was fully convinced of Brooklyn's relationship with King.
Brooklyn glanced at him. "When can he leave?"
Giving Brooklyn an estimation, the counselor mentioned, "Enough time for all the paperwork."
"Alright," Brooklyn held King close, stroking King's back.
King had calmed down slightly, his body shaking with slight sniffles.
Brooklyn stroked King's hair, holding him close to his body.
King pressed close to his husband, the emotional pain of losing 2 of his most precious things still as raw as before.
Brooklyn held him close, his arms wrapped around King's body, holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry," King whimpered again. "I couldn't protect your son..."
He hushed King, holding him close to his body.
After a while of whimpering, King finally drifted to sleep with a sigh.
Brooklyn sat down on the edge of the bed, holding King as he slept in his arms. He didn't ever want to leave him again.
King did not awake until several hours later, gazing at Brooklyn unsmilingly.
Brooklyn held him close, having not let him go as he slept.
Sighing softly, King leaned back against his husband's body, enjoying the comfortable warmth.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," he murmured as he stroked King's back.
King shook his head slightly, starting on his own strings of apology again.
He pressed his finger to King's lips to quiet him before King continued, "I should've been there for you, none of this is your fault."
"It's not your fault," King murmured simply, shaking his head slightly.
Brooklyn held him close. "I'm going to take you away from here."
"Brooklyn," King sighed, gazing sadly at his husband. He didn't think it would be possible for himself to recover.
"Don't think that," he whispered, gazing down at King.
King shook his head slightly, gazing down sadly.
Brooklyn pulled King close, kissing his forehead gently. "You'll recover."
King closed his eyes, resting in his husband's arms, too mentally tired to argue.
He brushed his fingers lightly through King's hir at that, pressing against him.
A nurse entered with some medication, surprised to see a visitor holding the difficult patient so lovingly.
Brooklyn glanced up at the nurse. "I'll make sure he takes it."
She blinked in surprise at that, nodding as she placed the tray on the bedside table. King stared irritably at the medication.
"King, you have to take it," he whispered.
"It won't make me better," King muttered, glancing away.
"And what will?"
"I don't know," King murmured, shaking his head.
"Then why don't you at least try the pills?"
"Can you prove if they will work?"
"I don't know," he whispered, glancing away for a moment.
King turned away, lying on the bed.
Brooklyn gave a slight sigh at that, glancing down at King.
King laid on his side, blatantly refusing to take his medication.
Brooklyn gazed at him. He didn't care if he had to force feed him, King would take his medication.
King continued to face away from Brooklyn, unaware of what his husband was planning.
Brooklyn sat beside him, finally crossing over to face King.
King glanced up at Brooklyn, wondering what he intended to do.
He sat down beside King pulling him into his lap as he forced the pills down his throat.
King cried out at that, crying and struggling as he was forced to swallow the pills. He pulled away at that, coughing and sobbing.
Brooklyn sighed as he held King close, stroking his hair.
King wept softly as he reluctantly pressed back against Brooklyn, still coughing softly from his forcefeeding.
"I wouldn't have had to do that if you would do it yourself," he murmured, holding King close.
King whimpered softly, closing his eyes.
He stroked King's hair, kissing him lightly. "Are you allowed to go outside?"
King nodded slightly, sighing softly. He had never stepped out of his room before. It just felt so meaningless.
Brooklyn stood up, holding out his hand to King, waiting for him to take it.
King gazed at Brooklyn's hand, seemingly trying to consider for a moment. He got up, finally taking Brooklyn's hand.
Brooklyn pulled him close, leading King outside the room and into the light.
King winced slightly as he squinted into the light. "So warm," he murmured.
"How long has it been since you were last outside?"
"I haven't stepped out ever since I was admitted here."
Brooklyn led him out into the sunshine, holding King's hand.
King winced at that, bowing his head low. The sunlight felt very warm on his skin.
Brooklyn reached down, pulling King close.
King pressed close to Brooklyn, gazing up at him for a moment.
Brooklyn reached down, taking King's hand as he pulled him close.
"Brooklyn," King murmured softly, keeping his sad gaze on his husband. "How did you know I'm here?"
He sighed at that. "I forced it out of Rei."
King gazed at Brooklyn, sighing softly, "You don't love Garland anymore?"
"I've always loved you," he whispered.
King's eyes started tearing up again, his eyes falling on his bare fingers for a moment, "I...I lost my wedding ring...I...couldn't..."
Brooklyn reached for him, tilting his head towards him. "It's just a ring."
"I lost him too..." King wept again, pressing a hand to his now flat belly. "I lost a life..."
Brooklyn brought him into his arms. "It'll be alright."
King covered his face, his soft sobs and sniffles attracting the attention of the other patients and visitors in the park.
Brooklyn held him close, kissing the top of his head.
King clutched tightly to Brooklyn, taking a long while before he eventually calmed down.
Brooklyn held him close, holding him tightly in his arms, not about to let his husband go.
King leaned in close to the warmth, the darkness in his mind just starting to clear. Was Brooklyn really going to get him out of the institution and live together with him?
Brooklyn smiled down at the familiar feel of his husband pressed against his body.
King breathed easily, pressing his ear to Brooklyn's chest as he listened to the other's heartbeat. He had never dreamed that Brooklyn would actually be able to find him like this.
Brooklyn held tightly to him, kissing the top of his head. "Come home with me."
"Can I?" King whispered, gazing up at him, "Will they allow it? Where are we going? Will the people be nice? Will they accept me...?"
"Back to my home, in Canada," he whispered.
"Is it peaceful?" King murmured, "Are the people nice?"
King blinked at that for a moment, nodding his head to Brooklyn's request.
He stroked King's back. "We'll leave as soon as the paperwork goes through."
King nodded at that, having a feeling that it would take a long time before he could finally go back with Brooklyn.
Brooklyn sat down in the grass motioning for King to sit beside him, his gaze on his husband.
King obeyed silently at that, settling down next to Brooklyn as he laid his head on his husabnd's shoulder, his straightened hair flying slightly in the small breeze.
Brooklyn brushed his fingers through the long hair, holding him close to his body as his arms wrapped around King.
King closed his eyes, releasing a soft sigh as he felt Brooklyn's fingers running through his long straight strands.
Brooklyn held him tightly, burying his face in the long hair. He had missed King badly.
King pressed close to his husband, quickly drifting to sleep, calmed and relaxed by the soothing winds and the gentle presence of his husband.
Brooklyn gazed down at him, watching King sleep peacefully.
King dozed on comfortably, but it wasn't long before he started crying in his sleep again, the pain of losing his first child still very vivd in his mind.
Brooklyn held him tighter in his arms, trying desperately to comfort him.
The tears simply flowed on, no bitbeast to help him filter away the friend, no shield to protect himself from the mind-numbing pain.
Brooklyn mentally reached out, trying to soothe King's mind.
The pain was still hitting him at full force, his memory of the rape, the rapist stealing his wedding ring, his own involvement in a car accident soon after, to his awakening in the hospital only to realise that Ariel had given her life to save his own, and that the tiny new life inside him had been snubbed out.
Brooklyn instantly built a protective shield around King's mind, doing it on no more than reflex.
King took a deep breath, finally relaxing as he slept, the tears no longer staining his face.
Brooklyn held up the shield, determined to protect his husband at all costs, no matter what it did to him. He could take the pain he was absorbing from King's mind.
Sleeping on, King was unaware of what his husband was doing, even as the terrible memories and deep hurt battered endlessly against the mental shield.
Brooklyn held the shield up as he stroked King's hair. He could feel the pain slowly begining to overwhelm his own mind.
Cuddling close to his husband, King dozed on comfortably, sighing as he tightened his grip on Brooklyn's arm.
Brooklyn wrapped his arms around King, holding him close to his body.
It took a long while before King eventually woke up, groggy as he rubbed at his eyes, having never experienced such a peaceful sleep for years.
Brooklyn gazed down at him, smiling gently.
King glanced up at Brooklyn, managing a slight smile in return - the first smile he had ever tried to present in a long while.
He gazed down at King, kissing him lightly.
"Peaceful," King murmured softly. "I didn't have a single nightmare."
"Good," he whisperd as he gazed down at his husband.
King smiled at that, rubbing at his eye as he finally got up, wanting to return back to his ward. The counsellor made his way outside as well, extremely surprised that King had actually stepped out of his ward for once.
Brooklyn reached towards King's hand, holding. "Don't run and hide."
"I can't go back?" King blinked at that, focusing on his husband for a moment.
"No, just please don't hide," he whispered before glancing back at the counselor. "When can I come back, how long are visiting hours?"
The counselor smiled as he gave his answer, watching as King squeezed Brooklyn's hand tightly, obeying his husband's word.
Brooklyn leaned down, kissing King's cheek lightly. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
"You can't stay?" King asked, his eyebrows furrowing with obvious disappointment.
Brooklyn glanced at the counselor at that, waiting for his input.
The counsellor shook his head apologetically at that. "But you will be able to see him everyday once everything is ok."
Brooklyn sighed, giving King a look as he kissed King's forehead. "I'll be back in the morning, first thing, alright?"
King gripped Brooklyn's hand tightly, nodding furiously as his eyes started reddening with tears again, unwilling to let Brooklyn go.
Brooklyn pulled him tightly in his arms, lowering his head to kiss King's cheek.
King pressed back sadly, kissing Brooklyn's cheek gently.
Brooklyn reached down, stroking King's back. "As soon as I get you away from this place we'll never be apart," he murmured against King's ear.
"Promise...?" King whispered, taking Brooklyn's hand.
"I promise," he leaned down, kissing King's hand.
King managed a smile at that, not used to smiling after so long. He nodded happily, pressing his lips to Brooklyn's cheek.
He slowly released King, his heart aching as he stepped back from his husband.
King gazed on, nearly in tears as he stared at Brooklyn for a moment, not wanting to be away from him for even one minute.
Brooklyn stepped back to him, leaning down to kiss him gently.
King returned the kiss briefly, already starting to cry at the prospect of Brooklyn leaving him after their reunion, even if it was just a short while.
"I'll be back, I promise," he murmured against King's ear before stepping away.
King nodded at that, watching as Brooklyn left, the tears flowing down his cheeks once more.
Brooklyn left the mental hospital, chosing a hotel no more than a block away so that he could still hold the shield up around his mind.
King continued to cry as he returned back to his ward, the tears flowing well throughout the night even as he slept.
When the visitor time came however Brooklyn was already waiting in the lobby.
King practically threw himself into Brooklyn's arms as soon as his husband entered his room, happily nuzzling against Brooklyn as he held him tightly.
Brooklyn held him close, kissing the top of King's head as he held him tightly in his arms.
"You came back!! You came back!" King smiled joyfully, gazing up into Brooklyn's eyes. "Just like you promised!!"
He smiled gently at King. "Of course I did," he whispered as he held King close.
King smiled happily at his husband, pressing close to him and refusing to let go of him.
This has been on my mind for a long time actually, and that is on the concept of a bitbeast having an animal AND a mecha form. XD"
I don't know how much you like mecha though [I'm thinking quite a lot, since you've watched Gundam Wing. XDD], or how well you take to the idea of making a bitbeast half-mecha.
But my idea is like: A bitbeast has two forms - its usual animal form, and a mecha form. During battle, the bitbeast can switch back and forth from animal to mecha and vice versa. That's really it, basically. But I think it's pretty cool, and it just gives the bitbeast a whole wide range of attacks also. XDDDD
I'm absolutely in love with Strike Freedom Gundam [Kira Yamato pilots it XDDD]. And imagine how powerful Gou's bitbeast would be if it had the DRAGOON weapons [the lasers that detaches themselves from the Gundam's wings and shoots everywhere]. >D <3333
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZaMJKZRR-M
Of course, it's just a suggestion as always. XDDD It's up to you whether you want it or not. :D I'd suggest Time-travelling as an ability, but that'd probably be waaaaaay too much of godmodding, no? x_x";;; I...can't really help much on the animal aspect though. ;_;";;;
*tries to grab concept rights of mecha-bitbeast and runs away* .__.";;;;
"Kira?" Gou called softly, moving behind him. He slowly rubbed at Kira's back, feeling helpless.
"Gou-kun..." Kira murmured softly, gazing tiredly at his boyfriend. He couldn't help but feel guilty that he was bringing so much worry to the person who cared so much for him.
Gou continued to rub at his back and shoulders, gently massaging them. "It's been too long, Kira. Maybe you should have someone look at you."
Kira sighed at that, nodding in agreement. Maybe a visit to the doctor would put an end to all this misery.
Gou nodded. "C'mon, let's get you to the infirmary."
Kira glanced down slightly at that, nodding as he followed his boyfriend. He was getting an ominous feeling, but he quickly brushed it away as he stepped in, glancing around for a moment.
"Do you want me to wait here?" Gou asked, not wanting to make Kira uncomfortable.
Kira smiled at that, "It's ok. You can come in with me if you like."
Gou nodded, looking around for one of the nurses that should be on duty.
The nurse spotted the two boys first, smiling as she made her way towards them. "Yes? How may I help you?"
Gou ushered Kira forward. "My roommate here hasn't been feeling well lately, and I'm starting to think it's not just some common cold."
She nodded at that with a quick smile, leading the boys into a room as she looked Kira over, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she tried to come to a sensible diagnosis.
Gou leaned against the wall, watching as the nurse puttered about. He gave Kira a sympathetic smile.
The nurse frowned heavily for a moment. Kira was showing symptons of a certain something, but it didn't seem possible to her. And they were just students too...
Gou raised an eyebrow at the nurses reaction, wondering what she was thinking.
The nurse seemed to be in a mental struggle of sorts as she glanced through the cabinet for a moment. Kira raised his head at that, focusing on the nurse for a long while. He knew what she was suspecting, and he knew it would be a very very rude shock to his boyfriend.
Gou watched anxiously between the two, Kira's body language now confusing him. What was going on?
The nurse handed a kit over to Kira, murmuring the instructions to him. The psychic glanced down at that, nodding as he excused himself, making his way towards the nearest washroom.
Gou's brow furrowed as he watched Kira leave. He looked to the nurse, silently questioning her.
The nurse gave Gou a smile, turning to him as soon as Kira had exited. "I'm going to tell you something, and I'm certain you will think me insane after this."
Gou wasn't liking the sound of that. "Ooookaaaay," he drawled, already thinking her to be insane right now.
She sighed at that, "Your roommate...he's showing signs of pregnancy."
Gou started to cough a bit violently. He looked wide-eyed at the nurse. "What?!"
"I'm not sure how, but I've given him a pregnancy test-kit," the nurse explained. "If he is indeed confirmed to be pregnant, I will need to inform the teachers and headmaster for the necessary arrangements."
"Necessary arrangements?" Gou mimicked, confused.
"We will probably need to send him to a hospital to confirm his pregnancy," the nurse patiently replied. "And if he really is pregnant, we wil need to notify his parents immediately."
Gou gulped at that. "Is that so...?"
"Yes, it is a required school rule," she smiled. "Incidents like this happen far few and between though."
"Huh," was his only reply as he shifted from foot to foot, waiting for Kira to return.
Kira blinked at the kit, staring at the result for a long while. He couldn't believe this.
He placed a hand on his belly, stroking it gently as his eyes focused on the blue plus sign on the kit. It was true. It was confirmed. He was pregnant. An expectant mother. Carrying Gou's and his child.
He placed a hand on the doorknob, feeling slightly overwhelmed as his mind swam with questions.
Gou was unaware of the results and the impending impact their lives would now face.
"And he's back," the nurse whispered, gazing at the door as Kira entered, looking as though he was about to cry.
He gazed down at the kit again, trying to make sure that he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, but the blue positive sign was still on the kit as he finally showed it to Gou and the nurse.
Gou was sent into another violent coughing fit as he tried to force some air back into his lungs after the nurse had explained and confirmed the results.
Kira was pregnant. He ws going to be a father. He was scared.
The nurse sighed at that, guiding the two students to the seats. "Do you happen to know who the father of your baby is?" she asked, turning to Kira.
Gou ducked his head as the coughing subsided, shock evident as he tried to grasp everything.
Kira found himself unable to face Gou as he merely pointed a finger at his dorm mate, still pretty much in shock himself.
The nurse nodded simply, turning as she dialed the numbers of the respective teachers and the headmaster, informing them of the couple and all that had happened.
Gou sat there, trying to calm his breathing as the situation sank in. What now? What was going to happen to them now?
The nurse gently helped Kira up as she gazed over at Gou for a moment, "Come on now. You have to make your way towards the Discipline Head's office."
Kira's glance snapped up in horror, wondering why the heck they needed to go there. What would the Discipline Head do to them? Would their records be affected?
Gou winced at that information. Great. He was another thing they could add on to his already large file. Slowly, he shuffled out the door, numbly walking beside Kira.
Kira was in a daze as they moved towards the office, his mind full of thoughts of what his parents would say, if this would leave a big impact on his records, if this had any implication for his future, as well as how to take care of the baby's needs.
Gou was wondering along the same lines. What would their parent's say? Would they separate them? Would he be able to support Kira and the baby? Would he....
The Discipline Head gave the two students a glance over. One of Ssu-Ling's brightest and one of Ssu-Ling's most problematic. He sighed at that, pressing a hand to his temples as he glanced through the student records. "Names?"
"Kira...Kira Kaihara-Kingston..."
"Hiwatari-Seabolt Gou," he muttered automatically, having been in similar situations before. Not the pregnancy, that was all new to him. Just the leering Department Head. That he was used to.
The Discipline Head gave a gruff nod of the head, jotting down the phone numbers of the respective students. "I'll call Kaihara-Kingston's parents first, and then it'll be yours."
Kira stiffened at that. Not his parents first!!
Gou watched Kira's reaction. He reached out, taking the other's hand in a calming fashion. They were in this together.
Kira glanced down at their joined hands, squeezing Gou's hand tightly for support as the teacher started dialing King's number first, preparing for the various kinds of reactions that would be possible from a busy working 'mother'.
Gou shuddered slightly, unsure and scared of what was to come. He knew Kira was feeling the same, probably more so. He squeezed back gently, preparing as much as he could.
Kira sighed, wincing as soon as he mentally heard his Mama's voice from the Discipline Head's mind. He waited, unnerved, as the Discipline Head made a lengthy introduction and some redundant speeches until he finally revealed Kira's pregnancy to the CEO.
He glanced up at that, squeezing Gou's hand tightly. It was silent on the other line.
Gou was unaware of the dialogue going on, having only heard the Discipline Head's half, but the tighter grip and paler face of his love unnerved him.
The Discipline Head winced slightly as the older Kaihara-Kingston exploded on him, demanding to speak to his son immediately. The teacher tried to pacify the seemingly furious parent, trying to assure him that they 'had the situation under control'.
Kira squeezed his eyes shut at that. At a time like this, talking to his Mama was the last thing he needed.
Gou winced, the voice of Kira's mother coming in loud and clear despite the considerable distance. He gulped, now quite fearful. He looked at Kira once more, his reaction unnerving.
Brooklyn held him close. "I'm going to get you out of here," he whispered against King's ear.
"I couldn't protect them, I lost them," King babbled all over, clutching to Brooklyn.
He stroked King's back, trying desperately to comfort him as he reached into his mind.
His mind was dark and murky, the strong sadness permeating his husband's mind as he wept.
Brooklyn held him close, clutching to King's body as he glanced at the counselor.
The counselor looked slightly uncomfortable, his mind swimming with questions on why Brooklyn had only come to see King now. Nevertheless he was fully convinced of Brooklyn's relationship with King.
Brooklyn glanced at him. "When can he leave?"
Giving Brooklyn an estimation, the counselor mentioned, "Enough time for all the paperwork."
"Alright," Brooklyn held King close, stroking King's back.
King had calmed down slightly, his body shaking with slight sniffles.
Brooklyn stroked King's hair, holding him close to his body.
King pressed close to his husband, the emotional pain of losing 2 of his most precious things still as raw as before.
Brooklyn held him close, his arms wrapped around King's body, holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry," King whimpered again. "I couldn't protect your son..."
He hushed King, holding him close to his body.
After a while of whimpering, King finally drifted to sleep with a sigh.
Brooklyn sat down on the edge of the bed, holding King as he slept in his arms. He didn't ever want to leave him again.
King did not awake until several hours later, gazing at Brooklyn unsmilingly.
Brooklyn held him close, having not let him go as he slept.
Sighing softly, King leaned back against his husband's body, enjoying the comfortable warmth.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," he murmured as he stroked King's back.
King shook his head slightly, starting on his own strings of apology again.
He pressed his finger to King's lips to quiet him before King continued, "I should've been there for you, none of this is your fault."
"It's not your fault," King murmured simply, shaking his head slightly.
Brooklyn held him close. "I'm going to take you away from here."
"Brooklyn," King sighed, gazing sadly at his husband. He didn't think it would be possible for himself to recover.
"Don't think that," he whispered, gazing down at King.
King shook his head slightly, gazing down sadly.
Brooklyn pulled King close, kissing his forehead gently. "You'll recover."
King closed his eyes, resting in his husband's arms, too mentally tired to argue.
He brushed his fingers lightly through King's hir at that, pressing against him.
A nurse entered with some medication, surprised to see a visitor holding the difficult patient so lovingly.
Brooklyn glanced up at the nurse. "I'll make sure he takes it."
She blinked in surprise at that, nodding as she placed the tray on the bedside table. King stared irritably at the medication.
"King, you have to take it," he whispered.
"It won't make me better," King muttered, glancing away.
"And what will?"
"I don't know," King murmured, shaking his head.
"Then why don't you at least try the pills?"
"Can you prove if they will work?"
"I don't know," he whispered, glancing away for a moment.
King turned away, lying on the bed.
Brooklyn gave a slight sigh at that, glancing down at King.
King laid on his side, blatantly refusing to take his medication.
Brooklyn gazed at him. He didn't care if he had to force feed him, King would take his medication.
King continued to face away from Brooklyn, unaware of what his husband was planning.
Brooklyn sat beside him, finally crossing over to face King.
King glanced up at Brooklyn, wondering what he intended to do.
He sat down beside King pulling him into his lap as he forced the pills down his throat.
King cried out at that, crying and struggling as he was forced to swallow the pills. He pulled away at that, coughing and sobbing.
Brooklyn sighed as he held King close, stroking his hair.
King wept softly as he reluctantly pressed back against Brooklyn, still coughing softly from his forcefeeding.
"I wouldn't have had to do that if you would do it yourself," he murmured, holding King close.
King whimpered softly, closing his eyes.
He stroked King's hair, kissing him lightly. "Are you allowed to go outside?"
King nodded slightly, sighing softly. He had never stepped out of his room before. It just felt so meaningless.
Brooklyn stood up, holding out his hand to King, waiting for him to take it.
King gazed at Brooklyn's hand, seemingly trying to consider for a moment. He got up, finally taking Brooklyn's hand.
Brooklyn pulled him close, leading King outside the room and into the light.
King winced slightly as he squinted into the light. "So warm," he murmured.
"How long has it been since you were last outside?"
"I haven't stepped out ever since I was admitted here."
Brooklyn led him out into the sunshine, holding King's hand.
King winced at that, bowing his head low. The sunlight felt very warm on his skin.
Brooklyn reached down, pulling King close.
King pressed close to Brooklyn, gazing up at him for a moment.
Brooklyn reached down, taking King's hand as he pulled him close.
"Brooklyn," King murmured softly, keeping his sad gaze on his husband. "How did you know I'm here?"
He sighed at that. "I forced it out of Rei."
King gazed at Brooklyn, sighing softly, "You don't love Garland anymore?"
"I've always loved you," he whispered.
King's eyes started tearing up again, his eyes falling on his bare fingers for a moment, "I...I lost my wedding ring...I...couldn't..."
Brooklyn reached for him, tilting his head towards him. "It's just a ring."
"I lost him too..." King wept again, pressing a hand to his now flat belly. "I lost a life..."
Brooklyn brought him into his arms. "It'll be alright."
King covered his face, his soft sobs and sniffles attracting the attention of the other patients and visitors in the park.
Brooklyn held him close, kissing the top of his head.
King clutched tightly to Brooklyn, taking a long while before he eventually calmed down.
Brooklyn held him close, holding him tightly in his arms, not about to let his husband go.
King leaned in close to the warmth, the darkness in his mind just starting to clear. Was Brooklyn really going to get him out of the institution and live together with him?
Brooklyn smiled down at the familiar feel of his husband pressed against his body.
King breathed easily, pressing his ear to Brooklyn's chest as he listened to the other's heartbeat. He had never dreamed that Brooklyn would actually be able to find him like this.
Brooklyn held tightly to him, kissing the top of his head. "Come home with me."
"Can I?" King whispered, gazing up at him, "Will they allow it? Where are we going? Will the people be nice? Will they accept me...?"
"Back to my home, in Canada," he whispered.
"Is it peaceful?" King murmured, "Are the people nice?"
King blinked at that for a moment, nodding his head to Brooklyn's request.
He stroked King's back. "We'll leave as soon as the paperwork goes through."
King nodded at that, having a feeling that it would take a long time before he could finally go back with Brooklyn.
Brooklyn sat down in the grass motioning for King to sit beside him, his gaze on his husband.
King obeyed silently at that, settling down next to Brooklyn as he laid his head on his husabnd's shoulder, his straightened hair flying slightly in the small breeze.
Brooklyn brushed his fingers through the long hair, holding him close to his body as his arms wrapped around King.
King closed his eyes, releasing a soft sigh as he felt Brooklyn's fingers running through his long straight strands.
Brooklyn held him tightly, burying his face in the long hair. He had missed King badly.
King pressed close to his husband, quickly drifting to sleep, calmed and relaxed by the soothing winds and the gentle presence of his husband.
Brooklyn gazed down at him, watching King sleep peacefully.
King dozed on comfortably, but it wasn't long before he started crying in his sleep again, the pain of losing his first child still very vivd in his mind.
Brooklyn held him tighter in his arms, trying desperately to comfort him.
The tears simply flowed on, no bitbeast to help him filter away the friend, no shield to protect himself from the mind-numbing pain.
Brooklyn mentally reached out, trying to soothe King's mind.
The pain was still hitting him at full force, his memory of the rape, the rapist stealing his wedding ring, his own involvement in a car accident soon after, to his awakening in the hospital only to realise that Ariel had given her life to save his own, and that the tiny new life inside him had been snubbed out.
Brooklyn instantly built a protective shield around King's mind, doing it on no more than reflex.
King took a deep breath, finally relaxing as he slept, the tears no longer staining his face.
Brooklyn held up the shield, determined to protect his husband at all costs, no matter what it did to him. He could take the pain he was absorbing from King's mind.
Sleeping on, King was unaware of what his husband was doing, even as the terrible memories and deep hurt battered endlessly against the mental shield.
Brooklyn held the shield up as he stroked King's hair. He could feel the pain slowly begining to overwhelm his own mind.
Cuddling close to his husband, King dozed on comfortably, sighing as he tightened his grip on Brooklyn's arm.
Brooklyn wrapped his arms around King, holding him close to his body.
It took a long while before King eventually woke up, groggy as he rubbed at his eyes, having never experienced such a peaceful sleep for years.
Brooklyn gazed down at him, smiling gently.
King glanced up at Brooklyn, managing a slight smile in return - the first smile he had ever tried to present in a long while.
He gazed down at King, kissing him lightly.
"Peaceful," King murmured softly. "I didn't have a single nightmare."
"Good," he whisperd as he gazed down at his husband.
King smiled at that, rubbing at his eye as he finally got up, wanting to return back to his ward. The counsellor made his way outside as well, extremely surprised that King had actually stepped out of his ward for once.
Brooklyn reached towards King's hand, holding. "Don't run and hide."
"I can't go back?" King blinked at that, focusing on his husband for a moment.
"No, just please don't hide," he whispered before glancing back at the counselor. "When can I come back, how long are visiting hours?"
The counselor smiled as he gave his answer, watching as King squeezed Brooklyn's hand tightly, obeying his husband's word.
Brooklyn leaned down, kissing King's cheek lightly. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
"You can't stay?" King asked, his eyebrows furrowing with obvious disappointment.
Brooklyn glanced at the counselor at that, waiting for his input.
The counsellor shook his head apologetically at that. "But you will be able to see him everyday once everything is ok."
Brooklyn sighed, giving King a look as he kissed King's forehead. "I'll be back in the morning, first thing, alright?"
King gripped Brooklyn's hand tightly, nodding furiously as his eyes started reddening with tears again, unwilling to let Brooklyn go.
Brooklyn pulled him tightly in his arms, lowering his head to kiss King's cheek.
King pressed back sadly, kissing Brooklyn's cheek gently.
Brooklyn reached down, stroking King's back. "As soon as I get you away from this place we'll never be apart," he murmured against King's ear.
"Promise...?" King whispered, taking Brooklyn's hand.
"I promise," he leaned down, kissing King's hand.
King managed a smile at that, not used to smiling after so long. He nodded happily, pressing his lips to Brooklyn's cheek.
He slowly released King, his heart aching as he stepped back from his husband.
King gazed on, nearly in tears as he stared at Brooklyn for a moment, not wanting to be away from him for even one minute.
Brooklyn stepped back to him, leaning down to kiss him gently.
King returned the kiss briefly, already starting to cry at the prospect of Brooklyn leaving him after their reunion, even if it was just a short while.
"I'll be back, I promise," he murmured against King's ear before stepping away.
King nodded at that, watching as Brooklyn left, the tears flowing down his cheeks once more.
Brooklyn left the mental hospital, chosing a hotel no more than a block away so that he could still hold the shield up around his mind.
King continued to cry as he returned back to his ward, the tears flowing well throughout the night even as he slept.
When the visitor time came however Brooklyn was already waiting in the lobby.
King practically threw himself into Brooklyn's arms as soon as his husband entered his room, happily nuzzling against Brooklyn as he held him tightly.
Brooklyn held him close, kissing the top of King's head as he held him tightly in his arms.
"You came back!! You came back!" King smiled joyfully, gazing up into Brooklyn's eyes. "Just like you promised!!"
He smiled gently at King. "Of course I did," he whispered as he held King close.
King smiled happily at his husband, pressing close to him and refusing to let go of him.