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Embryo	By : kawaiikyo Category: > Die/Kyo Views: 2492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Dir en grey, and I do not profit from these writings.

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In total, Die had known Kyo for almost two months. The truth of the matter was that it did bother him a little to consider that the kid was a little more than a month pregnant, in the face of the knowledge that they were hardly more than acquaintances. The upside to it, however, was that Die was starting to feel as though he had known Kyo for years. The boy was rather quick-witted and funny, not to mention, cute as hell.

Currently, the first round of those infamous pregnancy cravings had Kyo firmly in their grasp. When Die had mentioned the need to go shopping, the kid had responded with vehement enthusiasm to go along. Kyo had claimed not to be sure of exactly which foodstuffs he was hunting, but that didn’t seem to be dampening his mood as he walked alongside the shopping cart, ever-vigilant for something that appealed to him and the baby.

Every now and then, Kyo stopped and looked at something on a shelf before pulling it down to read it. Most of the time, the thing was placed back on the shelf or it was put in the basket. He put the canned item in the basket, stopping to look at the canned fruits and pulling some down to put in the basket. Kyo had pulled down things that both he and Die could enjoy together as well, hoping that the redhead would like it. They had made it to the bread aisle to get their last item so it wouldn’t be crushed within the space of the metal cage of the basket.

Die sort of enjoyed having a shopping partner. Usually, the trips to the store were solitary, bachelor-oriented events and yielded the same purchases each time. There was actually variety to what was in the cart, which surprised the redhead. The boy scampered ahead and grabbed a loaf of bread, returning to place it safely in the cart. Die smiled at Kyo. “Can you think of anything else you…? Kyo?”

The blond was standing still, looking toward the end of the aisle, not paying attention to him. Moving his attention that way, Die saw what the problem was. The redhead had only seen Kyo’s mother once before, but he was sure that the woman he was looking at was the same person.

“… Mama?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but he knew that she couldn’t hear him. He was rooted in his spot as he felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on him. The woman’s eyes had risen from her list to look ahead in the aisle, only to land on him. Kyo grasped the loaf of bread in his hand a little too tightly before dropping it and turning around. “Die… we have to leave, now.”

Immediately, the redhead acknowledged the urgency in Kyo’s plea. “Why don’t you go ahead to the car?” he offered, eager to let the boy leave. His hand delved into his pocket and produced his keys to the blond. “Go, now.” The boy moved to accept the keys and leave, when the woman drew closer. For a moment, it seemed like she would maybe walk by, but that was not the case.

She paused near their cart, eyes a shade lighter than Kyo’s narrowed in Die’s direction. The redhead shifted the buggy slightly and reached to pull Kyo closer by his arm, his throat tensing up anxiously. “Let’s go,” he said to the boy, intending to take to the end of the aisle and loop around, well past Kyo’s mother.

“Tooru.” She spoke in a clipped fashion, much as one would acknowledge an inanimate object that could not hear itself being named. She shifted her purse on her shoulder and gripped her grocery list tighter. “Are you well?” she said, seeming as though she was making an attempt to be sociable.

“... I’m fine…” He hung his head as he watched the ground while he stood there. His voice was filled with venom as he spoke, holding his angered gaze at the floor. Picking up a new loaf of bread and putting the slightly squished one back on the shelf, he tossed the new one into the cart before turning away. “We’re leaving.” He stated as he looked up at Die.

The woman seemed to falter in her place, indecisive. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Kyo’s arm and halted the boy’s departure. That sent Die on edge and he stepped closer to the woman, placing a possessive hand on Kyo’s shoulder. “Are you still pregnant?” she asked, lowering her eyes to the floor briefly. It appeared that maybe she was feeling contrite.

“Yes. Now please let me go, we’re going home.” He tried to tug his arm from her grasp, but she held on strong. Wincing slightly when he pulled too hard and her nails dug into his skin, he hissed. “Please let me go.”

“Tooru, your father didn’t mean what he said. I can fix this for you and you won’t be in trouble when you come home,” she was speaking in a rush, running her sentences together. “Just please, come with me. We can go to a doctor and get this fixed. Tooru—you’re too young to have a baby.” Her grip tightened on Kyo’s arm and she appeared desperate.

Die’s temper rose and he squeezed the boy’s shoulder lightly. “He hates that name; don’t call him that,” the redhead interjected irritably, “The only place Kyo is going will be home with me—and don’t you dare act like our baby is some inconvenience that can be gotten rid of so easily. I care about both your child and mine. I happen to want both of them.”

“Mama, let go! I’m keeping this and I don’t give a damn what you or that bastard think!” He wrenched his arm from the woman’s grasp. Taking the keys from the redhead, Kyo rushed outside to the car. Unlocking it, he got in and locked the doors once more, curling up in the back seat of the car. How could she be so cold like that and not think of how he felt? It was amazing to finally be free of them and just be himself, but she just had to show up and try to destroy it.

“Look,” Die ground out, “I really don’t want to tell you to stay away from your own son, but I’m going to have to insist on it. If you see him again, pretend you don’t. All it does is stress him out and it’s not healthy for him or our baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of them. I’m going to tell you like I told your husband—he is my responsibility now. I’m taking care of him.” With that, he wheeled the cart around, leaving the woman in the aisle, and checked out.

Kyo waited in the car and watched as Die finally made it to the car. He unlocked the doors and helped the other put the groceries away. The drive home was silent, even when they got home and put the groceries away, Kyo stayed silent and sat on the couch. He was trying to comprehend what his mother was saying, what if his father did regret what he said? What if he went back home to his parents, would things still all be the same as before or would it be different?

“Kyo?” Die started tentatively, settling on the couch. He rubbed the palms of his hands together and swallowed, looking over at the boy. He looked like he was somewhere else, very deeply in thought. “Kyo, do you want to go back?” On some level, that even being a possibility hurt, but Die still felt the need to ask.

“… No. I know that if I go back, everything will go back to the way it was. I don’t want that. Finally, I’m free and I can finally have a life. I’m not going back to that hell.” He sighed heavily and rested his head in his hands. “I just… I can’t believe she could be so heartless. All they care about is how good they look and not how their own child feels.” Slamming his fist down on the coffee table, he growled. “Well, fuck them. I don’t need them.”

Die placed his hand on Kyo’s back, rubbing it gently. All of what Kyo said was, indeed, valid. “It might be hard, but you should calm down a little,” the redhead advised, “It’s not good for you.” He continued to rub the boy’s back in attempt to help soothe him. “I worry about you,” he said, hand pausing in its motion when its owner moved closer and kissed the blond’s cheek.

Giving a heavy sigh and leaning against the redhead, he nodded. “I know you do… And I’m glad you do, you’re the only one that ever has.” He took in a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. “I’ll try to calm down. I needed to confront the problem eventually, so I guess it had to be sooner than later.” Shaking his head and laughing at his thought, he looked up at Die. “You know, they’ll have to see the baby, they’ll be grandparents. Even though they haven’t been the nicest people to me, they’re still my parents. They at least deserve to see the baby.” Well, maybe his mother.

“That’s true,” Die agreed, nodding his head, albeit a little hesitantly. He didn’t want to deprive anyone of the right to see their family. When and if the time came that Kyo’s family decided that they wanted to pay a civilized visit to Kyo or the baby, the redhead promised himself that he would hold his tongue.

Somehow, he was poignantly struck by the fact that his own mother knew nothing about this. If Kyo’s parents changed their minds enough to even accept the baby as their grandchild, would Die’s mother? They hadn’t spoken in over three years—why should she accept anything? “If they want to see you or the baby, that’s perfectly fine, Kyo,” he assured, contradicting his earlier speech to the boy's mother with a half smile.

“Die, I’ve never seen your family before… Is there a reason why I haven’t or something?” He asked, not knowing if there was something hidden going on there. Kyo had always wondered about the redhead’s family, but didn’t want to press the matter until now. He only wanted to broach the subject, but that was all, nothing more than that.

For a brief moment, the redhead paused, holding his breath. “It was just me and my mom and let’s just say that I was never the world’s greatest child,” he said finally. “I was always goofing off and getting in trouble when I was your age; making messes that my mother always went behind me to clean up. I got in fights; I started drinking…”

Die paused, his monologue lapsing slightly. “After years of it, we got into a fight. She kicked me out, with all the reason in the world. I told her that I hated her, which I realized that I didn’t mean once I was clean. But, by that time, I didn’t see any point in bringing my trouble back to her. I wouldn’t want it if I was her.”

“… You should tell her. Even if it was years ago, you should tell her. She loves you and I bet it still hurts her and you not letting her know that is probably making more trouble for her than you think…” Kyo reached up to rub the other’s back soothingly. “I’d like to meet her… I’ll go with you when you go.”

“I’ll look her up,” Die said simply, mind reeling slightly. All of a sudden, he was frightened for some reason. Three years, he had been out of her life and a lot had changed. He was no longer the immature, drugged-up punk she had been forced to kick out. The redhead was self-employed, in a home that he was paying for, and he only drank lightly. Somehow, though, the thought that he was going to show up to his mother with a pregnant kid seemed to take away some of his credibility. At least he was doing the right thing with Kyo and taking care of him. Then again, Kyo was a sweet kid and inherently charming.

“Alright. Well, I’ll make something for dinner; you can just relax, okay?” Even though Kyo had no idea how to cook, he had a cook book and wanted to learn. This was for Die and he wanted to do something nice for the redhead. Hopefully one thing would go right for the two of them.

“I want to see this happen,” Die said, joking. He followed Kyo into the kitchen, willing to help if need be. With luck, this would prove to be at least amusing, if not productive. Maybe it would get both of them into a better mood, because the morale was dropping quickly around there.

The two worked together, but Kyo insisted on doing all of it, and managed to come up with a meal for the both of them. It didn’t taste that bad to Kyo. He washed the dishes after they finished, with much protest from Die of course, but he promised not to go on a cleaning spree. While they ate, Kyo had made Die promise that they could cuddle after they were all done, feeling the need for comfort, so that’s just what they did as they sat in front of the television, letting all of their problems alone and be carefree for just this moment.
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