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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Welcome back everybody, to something rather uncommon in a yaoi fic: a birth scene. Yes, you read correctly. Again, I won't give any icky details, there are enough women out there you can ask for details -unless, of course, you're one of them.
In which case, consider this chapter dedicated to you.
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74. Sleep, my dear, and do not worry

“Wh’ the fuck-?” mumbled Jou, peeling his face from where it rested somewhere beneath Seto’s armpit and blinked confusedly at the wake-up on his nightstand.
The wake-up reading 01.34 am.
Cursing, the blond scrambled out of bed, trying not to disturb his husband’s rest and stalked over to the ringing phone which had woken him from his fitfull slumber.
“This had better be important, or you’re so dea-“
“Jou, oh, gods, it’s coming, it’s coming! I-she-and then-wait, the suitcase, and we’re down to-no, no, you just leave it to me, koibito, I got everything under contro-of course I’m calm, I’m the citp-picture of calm-“
Rubbing his temple in order to fight the rising migraine, Katsuya snapped:
“Honda!”
“Eight minutes!”
That made perfect sense. Not.
Scowling, Katsuya bellowed:
“Honda! Focus! What eight minutes are you on about, and why are you call-“
“Shizuka broke her water and the contraptions are coming in rythms of eight minutes! The baby’s coming, Jou!”
Instantly, the blond was wide awake and in charge.
“Ok, Hiroto, I need you to concentrate. Where’s Shizuka now and how is she doing?”
“Uhh, on the couch, waiting for the cab and counting.”
“Cab?!?” roared his giri no ani incredulous.
“Why didn’t you call an ambulance? Or her doctor?”
There was a short pause, then Hiroto’s relieved:
“Hey, that’s a great idea! I knew I did the right thing calling you!”
Tone.
He blinked once, twice.
Then Katsuya slammed the reciever back on its hold and let out a string of curses that startled his outto from his sleep.
“-fucking son-of-a-bitch to hang up on me!” fumed Katsuya, as he shrugged on his briefs and jeans before donning a shirt and searching for his jacket.
“Who’s hung up?” yawned Seto, watching the blond fish for his socks and shoes.
“Honda did. Shizuka went into labour and the damn baka just about forgot everything they taught him in maternity training. I’d better go to the rescue!”
“I’m coming with you”, stated the CEO and, before Katsuya could protest, added:
“Koi, I love you with all my heart, but to be blunt -yer drivin’ ain’t worth shit.”
Katsuya gaped at the perfect imitation the grinning brunet had made from his long-forgotten slang, then snapped his mouth closed and gave a grim nod.
“Three minutes. Or I’m leaving without you.”
They had arrived just in time to escort Shizuka, who lay on a stretcher, to the labour room and were now waiting in the hall for the outcome.
Honda had been in before, but caused too much of a ruckus and so the obstetrician had thrown him out.
Now the brunet was seated next to his brother-in-law and the president of Kaiba Corp, fidgeting and tapping his feet.Every so often he would shoot up and start prancing up and down the waiting area, annoying the hell out of everybody present.
“Honda, take a bloody mess off your feet and sit down for kami’s sake! You’re driving me nuts!” snarled his best friend, as he pulled him down on one of the chairs.
“I can’t!” yammered the soon-to-be-father,
“I mean, this is the first time, and Shizuka’s so-so-fragile and soft and -oh gods, what if something happens to her or our baby? What if something goes wrong? I couldn’t bear losing either of them! They’re-she-they’re too important to me, Katsuya! I-I think I would die if-if..”
He trailed off, rubbing his hands over his face, messing up his already dishelved hair and finally rested his elbows on his knees.
Shizuka, now Honda Jounouchi Kawai-san, had lead a rather sheltered life.
Unlike her ani, pain was not something she was accostumed to.
Even when her eyes had begun to fade, after the surgery or during the recovery she had rarely felt anything more than dull aches and tightness.
Thus said, nothing could have prepared for the agony of childbirth.
If she had thought, pregnancy was a painful experience, she had not known the first thing about torment.
Naturally, as every other modern woman she had read and researched and asked and watched everything she could about delivering a baby, but when the time came, no words conveyed by man could ever even come close to what she was feeling right now.
All her inner organs had shifted; being pressed up and behind, as the unborn child tried to pass through her cervix to little avail.
She couldn't tell if she had been here for hours or days; her entire world consisted of pushing, breathing, relaxing, pushing, every so often taking a sip of the proffered water, then pushing again and pain.
Everything was pain; starting from below her navel down her vagina, up her crevasse, throughout her spine, making her head spin and throb and her heart flutter and her muscles spasm and clench and sweat...
A cry was torn from her lips, as her baby shuffled yet another few inches downwards, expanding her channel.
The obstetrician, too weathered to not know that giving birth was an everything goes each and every single time, checked Shizuka's stats as well as the baby's heartbeat.
So far, everything seemed normal, though he contemplated wether or not Shizuka's pelvis was broad enough to give birth in a regular way.
Yet, not willing to give up on what looked like a promising delivery, he urged the brunette on,
"Jaaa, that's it, Honda-sa, you're doing great, just keep push-"
"Iee! Dame desu! No more, I can't anymore! I can't! Yameroooo°!"
screamed Shizuka at the top of her lungs, not caring that her voice carried throughout the maternity ward and past the closed door to reach the ears of her husband and family.
The three men paled at the desperate shriek, then Katsuya instinctly latched onto his giri no ani.
“Oh gods, I need to get in there! Shizuka! Shizuka!” yelled Honda, fighting against the death grip Katsuya had on him, trying to break free and save his obviously hurting tsuma^.
Just as he was about to slip from the blond’s hold, Seto decided he had had enough and, rising from where he sat, casually walked over and tapped two fingers lightly against the about-to-be-father’s left shoulder.
Hiroto went limp in his giri no ani’s arms, slumping down in his chair like a bag of bones.
Huffing, the blond demanded:
“Why didn’t you think of that from the beginning? You could have spared us all a world of grief.”
Seto shrugged tiredly.
“It must have slipped my mind. Besides, it’s only going to last an hour or so, if at all.”
Katsuya was about to give his outto a piece of his own mind, when the door to the scrub room opened and out came Shizuka’s obstetrician, a wary look on his face.
The couple felt every single hair on the back of their necks stand up straight, when the doctor approached them.
“We are experiencing...complications” confessed the surgeon, and Seto froze to the bone.
‘It’s happening all over again’ he thought, and suddenly, he was five years old again.
His father stood next to him, fear and hope evident on his normally regal features, listening to the doctor saying those very same words the night Mokuba was born and their mother died.
“-lications?”
Jou’s request brought the brunet back to reality.
The blond exchanged looks with his spouse and frowned, when he noticed Seto’s unnatural paleness and unsteady pose.
Confusion immediately gave way to saddened understanding; leaning over, he hushed into the brunet’s ear:
“It’s ok, Seto, I can handle this myself. You go home and get some rest. I’m glad you accompanied me, though you didn’t need to-“
“No, no, it’s ok. I-I can do this” muttered Seto, more to himself than his husband.
Tilting his head, Katsuya gave him a suspicious look.
“You sure?”
Seto took a deep breath.
“Hai. Now, what kind of..complications were you reffering to, sensei?”
The blond smirked; surely, Kaiba Seto was back in control.
Sighing, the sensei explained:
“Well, her birth channel is, though widened, too small for the baby’s head. I’m afraid we will need to cut.”
Katsuya scowled, knowing Shizuka’s fright of needles and sharp, pointy objects in general and her dislike for scars in particular.
“But they’re going to be okay, ne? Her and the baby?”
“Most certainly, do not fear Jounouchi-san, this is a rather regular happening-“
“Sensei! Isoide kudasai!+” yelled the nurse from inside the scrub room, and the doctor hastily excused himself, as he followed through and shut the door behind him.
Shizuka was propped up on her elbows, her legs, which had been suspended by the halterings, were now resting on the bed, spread wide.
The obstretician gave one glance at her expanded vagina, then asked:
“Nani? What happened here?”
“We’re not quite sure,” replied the assistant, “ it’s as if she heard or saw something and suddenly she just decided to give it another try.”
Giving a backward look at the door and the hall behind it, sensei approached and probed his fingers gently around the soon-to-be-born’s crown, testing for any anomalities or endangering positions.
Not finding any, he gave an approving nod to his team, then adressed Shizuka:
“Ok, Honda-san, I think we can do this without actual surgery. I want you to push as hard as you can, and you’ll see it will be over before you even know it.”
Eyes narrowed, the sweat-soaked woman complained:
“That’s..what you said-the time before. And–the one..before that.”
Giving his most reassuring grin, the doctor nodded:
“Hai, but this time it’s true!”
Shizuka glared daggers at him, then surprised everybody, including herself, as she fell out of character and spat:
“Fuck you, that’s not funny!”
Used to such outbursts, sensei only gave a wry smirk and stated:
“I doubt, your husband would be too pleased if I took you up on that offer, Honda-san.”
For a second, Shizuka paused in her actions, then laughed when she heard the snickers sounding through the room.
“Wa-wakarimashita. Ok, I-I think I can-do this.”
“That’s the spirit! Now breathe and push!”
“Nnnh!”
“Push! I can already feel one shoulder!”
“Oh gods!”
“Push! Once more, we’re almost there!”
“Kami, I-!”
“Pushi, Honda-san, push!”
Honda-san…the name stirred something deep inside her heart and mind.
She was Honda Shizuka now, Hiroto’s betrothed wife, and at the same time, Kawaii Jounouchi Shizuka, Katsuya’s younger sister. If there was one thing the two most important men in her life had in common, it was their dedication and unwavering love for her.
She would not let either one down, leave alone her baby.
A determinded smile grazed her full lips, as Shizuka summoned all her strength-
“Oh-gooods!”
“Just a little more, one more time, come on!”
“I-I-kami, Hiroooooooooooooooooooo!”
The pain-filled wail drifted through the closed door and reached the brunet’s ear, jerking this one wide awake.
“Shizuka! ‘Zuka-chan, I’m coming!” roared Hiroto and, twisting out of Katsuya’s loosened hold with surprising strength, stormed through the door - just in time to hear his baby’s first cry.
Everybody stared at the man standing in the entry, then the obstetrician cleared his throat and beamed:
“Congratulations, Honda-san, it’s a girl!”
It was just a little too much for poor Hiroto.
Sinking to his knees, he tried to make sense of all the happenings around him; the nurses washing his crying and smiling wife and firstborn, sensei giving instructions, the sounds, smells…
All of a sudden, he was forcibly hefted to his feet and a small, weeping bundle carefully placed into his arms.
Gazing down, he took in the newborn’s closed eyes, unconciously flexing fingers and quiet, smacking noises.
“Say hello to your daughter, Hiroto”, came Katsuya’s soft voice from somewhere behind him, and he smiled.
“She’s so tiny, so beautiful…just like her mother.”
The smile widened, accented by happy tears, as he whispered:
“Youku irasshaimashita…Hitomi.”
Looking up, he gave Shizuka a questioning glance.
“If-if that’s alright with you?”
His wife’s answer consisted of opening her arms invitingly, wanting to embrace her little family.
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So, the Jounouchi family has just gained another member. While no too much of an influence, little Hitomi will show up every now and then just to say 'ohayou'. As it were.
And of course Seto knows the Vulcan nerve pinch...jus because.
°Yamero: Stop(it)
^tsuma: wife
+Isoide kudasai: Hurry back/in please
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