Just Tell Me You’ll Stay
Soubi
Soubi kneeled over the toilet, throwing up his earlier lunch into the swirling water.
He stayed there for a few more seconds, before pulling himself up and getting himself clean. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him. He had been feeling ill for a couple of weeks, now.
It was strange to him because he never got sick.
He just assumed it was a cold and went about his business. Yet, the lingering illness still persisted. Ritsuka had been very worried about him. He didn’t like to worry Ritsuka, so he decided he would go to the doctor.
He walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to the classroom to finish his classes for the day.
He only hoped it was nothing serious.
Ritsuka
Ritsuka stared up at the teacher not really listening. His thoughts were completely elsewhere.
They were on a certain blonde-haired man. Ritsuka was really worried about Soubi. He had been throwing up, suffering aches and pains, feeling drained of energy for weeks, now. He confronted Soubi and made him promise to go to the doctor.
Ritsuka wanted him to get better. He was afraid that he might have the flu. Just think if Soubi continued to suffer and never got a checkup. Something bad could happen.
He knew one thing about the flu. It could turn deadly, if left untreated.
The thought of losing Soubi scared Ritsuka. He was all he had left, now. His mom had been institutionalized, after she came at him with a knife and almost killed him. That thought sent a shiver down his spine.
He now lived with Soubi. It had been a couple of months since he moved in. He didn’t think he’d ever been happier.
He started to blush, when his thoughts turned to last night. He still remembered pinning Soubi against the wall and feeling his legs wrapped around his waist. He also remembered Soubi moaning his name.
“Ritsuka…Ritsuka...Ritsuka!” It sounded so realistic but in a different voice and not moaning, exactly.
His head snapped up and realized the entire class was staring at him. His face turned even redder, when he noticed the teacher standing right in front of his desk.
“Having a pleasant daydream, Ritsuka,” the teacher asked, earning a laugh from the class.
He didn’t think his day could get any worse.
Soubi
Soubi sat on the examination table in shock. Kio was sitting on a chair right beside him and looked just as shocked.
Soubi had asked Kio to come with him the doctor. He hadn’t been to one for a very long time and sitting in a room with a man in long, white coat and alone was not very appealing to him.
The doctor had come in asked his symptoms and decided to run a few tests. He came back a few hours later to tell Soubi that he was pregnant. He was approximately ten weeks pregnant.
After that, he quickly got dressed and Kio followed hurriedly behind him, looking deeply disturbed. It wasn’t until they got to Soubi’s place that anyone said anything.
“You’re pregnant by the child,” Kio practically screeched. Soubi looked annoyed.
“He is not a child. He’s seventeen years old; he’ll be eighteen in a couple months.”
“Alright, sorry. But Soubi, be realistic here. He’s in high school. There’s no way he’s ready for a kid.”
Soubi sat down on the couch tiredly, running his hand over his face. What was he going to do? Should he tell Ritsuka? How would he react? Would he want to keep the child? Soubi wasn’t sure he wanted a child. He didn't know how to take care of a baby.
Kio dropped himself beside Soubi and patted him on the back, gently.
“I’m sorry, Soubi. I’m just being honest, but the good news is Ritsuka loves you. I’m sure he’ll support whatever decision you make about the baby.”
Soubi looked up hopefully. “You really think so.”
“Of course. Now, all you have to do is tell him that you’re knocked up with his kid.”
Soubi looked at him slightly irritated.
“I suppose I’ll tell him, when he comes home from school.” He looked at his watch, in which he saw was just a few hours.
Kio gave him a few more encouraging words before leaving Soubi alone to think and come to terms with the recent news.
Soubi immediately went to his canvas and painting supplies; it usually helped him think.
All he could really think about is ‘What would Ritsuka think?’
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