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"So what should we name it Shou-chan?"Byakuran stroked her stomach, her firm, unrounded stomach. "I guess it depends on whether it's a boy or a girl, correct?" Shouichi switched his stare from her stomach to the ultra sounds on the table before him, with a brief glance in between at Byakuran's smiling face. When Byakuran had called him back from Japan Shouichi had thought that all his plans were ruined, that the plan he and the Vongola 10th and Hibari Kyouya had carefully constructed was about to dissolve like a house of cards.
And it had, but not in the way Shouichi had expected. Not at all.
"I wanted to be sure." Shouichi did not need to look up at Byakuran's face to know that Byakuran was now smiling her special knife edge smile. "So I had to wait until I scheduled the ultrasounds to tell you. I didn't want to get your hopes up, Shou-chan." Byakuran reached across the table and stroked long, black painted fingernails over the back of Shouichi's hand. "I know how much you wanted a child."
Shouichi had wanted a child. Back when he thought that, maybe, Byakuran was just a woman underneath it all. Back when he thought that a baby might mellow Byakuran, might stop all this 'world domination' business, might turn the Millefiore back into a normal Mafia family. Then Shouichi had seen the way Byakuran treated Uni, and had known that no child would ever mellow Byakuran, a child would be a tool, or a pet.
Byakuran slipped onto the couch beside Shouichi. "You don't seem happy, Shou-chan."
Shouichi, startled, looked up at her face, missed the soft glow beginning around Byakuran's mare ring as she gripped both of Shouich'is hands. "No, Byakuran-san, I'm…"
"You'll have to start calling me 'mother', Shou-chan." Byakuran's eyes were so soft, and sweet. Shouichi had always loved Byakuran's blue/grey eyes, such an odd mix of color they were almost purple. "For the baby."
Shouichi nodded, his eyes glossing over momentarily before the flame faded from Byakuran's ring. "She'll inherit your world, Byakuran-san."
Byakuran smiled and kissed Shouichi. "It might be a boy, Shou-chan."
"Now. What should we name it?"
And it had, but not in the way Shouichi had expected. Not at all.
"I wanted to be sure." Shouichi did not need to look up at Byakuran's face to know that Byakuran was now smiling her special knife edge smile. "So I had to wait until I scheduled the ultrasounds to tell you. I didn't want to get your hopes up, Shou-chan." Byakuran reached across the table and stroked long, black painted fingernails over the back of Shouichi's hand. "I know how much you wanted a child."
Shouichi had wanted a child. Back when he thought that, maybe, Byakuran was just a woman underneath it all. Back when he thought that a baby might mellow Byakuran, might stop all this 'world domination' business, might turn the Millefiore back into a normal Mafia family. Then Shouichi had seen the way Byakuran treated Uni, and had known that no child would ever mellow Byakuran, a child would be a tool, or a pet.
Byakuran slipped onto the couch beside Shouichi. "You don't seem happy, Shou-chan."
Shouichi, startled, looked up at her face, missed the soft glow beginning around Byakuran's mare ring as she gripped both of Shouich'is hands. "No, Byakuran-san, I'm…"
"You'll have to start calling me 'mother', Shou-chan." Byakuran's eyes were so soft, and sweet. Shouichi had always loved Byakuran's blue/grey eyes, such an odd mix of color they were almost purple. "For the baby."
Shouichi nodded, his eyes glossing over momentarily before the flame faded from Byakuran's ring. "She'll inherit your world, Byakuran-san."
Byakuran smiled and kissed Shouichi. "It might be a boy, Shou-chan."
"Now. What should we name it?"