Youji\'s Daughter
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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4,904
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21
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two Steps to Forever
Youji's Daughter: Two Steps to Forever
by Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz and I had nothing at all to do with Gluhen.
Notes: This story is set after Youji's Daughter, though there will be people who think it ought to be part of Youji's Daughter. I'm weird in that I felt Youji's Daughter ended when Aya accepted that he was the father. Youji's Daughter is up at AFF.net. Arc of Years happens after this one.
Setting:
In Youji's Daughter, Youji was abducted by Masafumi and artificially inseminated, like the reverse of a c-section… The womb is cloned from Asuka, but the child is actually a mix of Aya and Youji's DNA. Aya passed out dead cold when he found out he was the father.
While it would have been medically possible and even desirable to reverse the intrusive operation that made Youji pregnant, he has refused, insisting on carrying the child to term. Youji is now seven months into his commitment and well trading nicotine and beer for too much estrogen was probably not anything he'd ever imagined for himself.
Warnings: Profanity, violence, male pregnancy
Story
Kudou Youji was in no mood to negotiate, not at all.
Tokyo in the night, near morning, it was the bastard child of Dashiell Hammett and a drunk samurai. It was the last place Youji wanted to take his unborn baby. If he ended up killing someone out here tonight he was going to beat Aya black and blue. No one was ever going to lay a hand on their child, but that didn't mean he didn't believe in the instructive power of pain for a stubborn bastard like Ran Fujimiya.
The world was full of stupid assed people who would do anything to get what they wanted. Violent, sexual, criminal, and about as far from anything good as a person could get, Youji knew them like they were first cousins that he only hoped wouldn't breed. He'd spend his share of time dealing with dangerous bastards and until this baby, no, maybe until there was Ran, he hadn't expected his life to be much more worth than being the fly swatter that took out worthless pieces of shit.
Standing tucked in the shadow of a large warehouse receiving door, black trench coat fluttering softly around him, he stared at the tracking blip on his phone. The thing with missions is that they never went just how you planned, not just exactly as you planned. This mission had been planned for three people. Operative one (read Ran) would infiltrate a gentleman's club known to cater to powerful men, powerful men that were being influenced to allow things were not in Japan's best interesting, possibly very dangerous things. It wasn't supposed to be much, just info gathering so that currently more frontline teams could act on what they found out.
Operative B (aka, Ken) was supposed to have been getting close, really close, to the club owner's twin brother. That shouldn't have been much of an issue. It wasn't like all of them hadn't taken on sexual oriented missions in the past. Ken had done so even before he'd realized Omi'd made him gay. Youji smiled, the tip of his finger touching the screen of his phone.
That little blip. That was Ran.
Ran had wanted to get married. The baby was his too and if obsession about family had been part of his identity before, now it was this raging, possibly psychotic obsession. But they couldn't get married because to Ran marriage meant rings and they couldn't wear rings because of their missions and yet, they had to get married. Ran had been morning sick for a week over in, and the amusement had fast waned for Youji. Kissing Ran after he'd just vomited was about as much fun answering Ken's questions on how to have clean sex… not safe sex… clean sex. Yeah.
The solution for the marriage and ring issue had been Omi's idea. Small tracking devices, not very powerful, safe, only the other person would have the right frequency and code in order to activate the device. It would be a secret, just the three of them.
Ken. Youji drew his thoughts back to Ken. This issue, this hiding on the street behind some nasty ass club when he was seven months pregnant, this was Ken's was his fault. Somehow. There was no such thing as clean sex, and Youji didn't know just what happened between Ken-baka and the bad guy's twin brother, but it hadn't been clean. Ken had lost enough blood to be out cold in a Kritiker medical safe house still and Youji was betting Omi was going to be uke for a while.
Omi, whose job it was to do surveillance and lead the whole damn flea circus went ballistic and took Ken's loss of blood personal, which Youji understood, so long as it didn't cost Ran any blood. Far from being a nice little logical uke, the brat went raving mad enough to want to be seme to the whole world and doctor darted him with something that probably would have put Ran down for a nap, but put Omi into the kind of blubbering delirium that a dog gets when you dock it's tail and it's balls in the same sweep. It just can't be what it is! The world is somehow fucking different than it is. Thanks. Yeah. Well. Change happens. Move on.
Okay. There is a bit of 'oh shit' when Ken looks like a soccer ball, black in too many spots.
What's black and red and white all over?
A soccer ball that I shoved up Ken's ass because he wouldn't stop making jokes over me being pregnant.
Okay.
That'd be funnier if he wasn't really battered to shit right now. I love them both, Omi and Ken, but they fucked up and Ran's in this damn secure club waiting for someone to get him out. I guess I take that a little personal. I know better than wanting to make the world my uke. I just want one red headed, sword-wielding lunatic.
Yeah. Maybe I make a poor Sam Spade to Ran's drunken samurai, but well, he doesn't drink and I don't speak English so well. Though, the way he swings that thing sometimes. I don't know. God damn it. I hate waiting. He's got to come into range though, before I can send him a warning signal or he's going to be waiting for them to do their shit, or waiting and trying to get Ken's ass out too.
Ran didn't used to really be that way. He was his own man. Screw the rest of us, really. Even after we started flirting each other up and starting to really like each other… even then I think he would have left me standing if I'd been too late for a pick up point.
He's changed so much. I know it's probably just hormones, which I main line worse than I ever guzzled beer, by the way. Damn shit, makes a person not think straight. Still, I think it started when he felt her, my baby's a girl, when he felt her move. In that moment, it wasn't some dumb blond headcased guy that was pregnant, but us, him and me. We were pregnant. That's when he started talking about getting married.
<><><>
Back at the medical safe house where they were all staying at because of Youji's pregnancy Omi was just waking up. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to get wildly upset over Ken's injuries. Ken was supposed to make it up to him later. It wasn't the first time, though it had been the loudest. Ken had never gotten himself that hurt before. They'd ever had a doctor be so handy with a needle before either.
It was inexcusable. Aya was still out there and no matter what he thought, he did need support. Youji.
Omi slipped out of bed, looked over at Ken, who was still sleeping the mission off. Youji wouldn't be in the complex. Omi knew this. He knew Youji. The best he could do was try to do his own making up from there.
by Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz and I had nothing at all to do with Gluhen.
Notes: This story is set after Youji's Daughter, though there will be people who think it ought to be part of Youji's Daughter. I'm weird in that I felt Youji's Daughter ended when Aya accepted that he was the father. Youji's Daughter is up at AFF.net. Arc of Years happens after this one.
Setting:
In Youji's Daughter, Youji was abducted by Masafumi and artificially inseminated, like the reverse of a c-section… The womb is cloned from Asuka, but the child is actually a mix of Aya and Youji's DNA. Aya passed out dead cold when he found out he was the father.
While it would have been medically possible and even desirable to reverse the intrusive operation that made Youji pregnant, he has refused, insisting on carrying the child to term. Youji is now seven months into his commitment and well trading nicotine and beer for too much estrogen was probably not anything he'd ever imagined for himself.
Warnings: Profanity, violence, male pregnancy
Story
Kudou Youji was in no mood to negotiate, not at all.
Tokyo in the night, near morning, it was the bastard child of Dashiell Hammett and a drunk samurai. It was the last place Youji wanted to take his unborn baby. If he ended up killing someone out here tonight he was going to beat Aya black and blue. No one was ever going to lay a hand on their child, but that didn't mean he didn't believe in the instructive power of pain for a stubborn bastard like Ran Fujimiya.
The world was full of stupid assed people who would do anything to get what they wanted. Violent, sexual, criminal, and about as far from anything good as a person could get, Youji knew them like they were first cousins that he only hoped wouldn't breed. He'd spend his share of time dealing with dangerous bastards and until this baby, no, maybe until there was Ran, he hadn't expected his life to be much more worth than being the fly swatter that took out worthless pieces of shit.
Standing tucked in the shadow of a large warehouse receiving door, black trench coat fluttering softly around him, he stared at the tracking blip on his phone. The thing with missions is that they never went just how you planned, not just exactly as you planned. This mission had been planned for three people. Operative one (read Ran) would infiltrate a gentleman's club known to cater to powerful men, powerful men that were being influenced to allow things were not in Japan's best interesting, possibly very dangerous things. It wasn't supposed to be much, just info gathering so that currently more frontline teams could act on what they found out.
Operative B (aka, Ken) was supposed to have been getting close, really close, to the club owner's twin brother. That shouldn't have been much of an issue. It wasn't like all of them hadn't taken on sexual oriented missions in the past. Ken had done so even before he'd realized Omi'd made him gay. Youji smiled, the tip of his finger touching the screen of his phone.
That little blip. That was Ran.
Ran had wanted to get married. The baby was his too and if obsession about family had been part of his identity before, now it was this raging, possibly psychotic obsession. But they couldn't get married because to Ran marriage meant rings and they couldn't wear rings because of their missions and yet, they had to get married. Ran had been morning sick for a week over in, and the amusement had fast waned for Youji. Kissing Ran after he'd just vomited was about as much fun answering Ken's questions on how to have clean sex… not safe sex… clean sex. Yeah.
The solution for the marriage and ring issue had been Omi's idea. Small tracking devices, not very powerful, safe, only the other person would have the right frequency and code in order to activate the device. It would be a secret, just the three of them.
Ken. Youji drew his thoughts back to Ken. This issue, this hiding on the street behind some nasty ass club when he was seven months pregnant, this was Ken's was his fault. Somehow. There was no such thing as clean sex, and Youji didn't know just what happened between Ken-baka and the bad guy's twin brother, but it hadn't been clean. Ken had lost enough blood to be out cold in a Kritiker medical safe house still and Youji was betting Omi was going to be uke for a while.
Omi, whose job it was to do surveillance and lead the whole damn flea circus went ballistic and took Ken's loss of blood personal, which Youji understood, so long as it didn't cost Ran any blood. Far from being a nice little logical uke, the brat went raving mad enough to want to be seme to the whole world and doctor darted him with something that probably would have put Ran down for a nap, but put Omi into the kind of blubbering delirium that a dog gets when you dock it's tail and it's balls in the same sweep. It just can't be what it is! The world is somehow fucking different than it is. Thanks. Yeah. Well. Change happens. Move on.
Okay. There is a bit of 'oh shit' when Ken looks like a soccer ball, black in too many spots.
What's black and red and white all over?
A soccer ball that I shoved up Ken's ass because he wouldn't stop making jokes over me being pregnant.
Okay.
That'd be funnier if he wasn't really battered to shit right now. I love them both, Omi and Ken, but they fucked up and Ran's in this damn secure club waiting for someone to get him out. I guess I take that a little personal. I know better than wanting to make the world my uke. I just want one red headed, sword-wielding lunatic.
Yeah. Maybe I make a poor Sam Spade to Ran's drunken samurai, but well, he doesn't drink and I don't speak English so well. Though, the way he swings that thing sometimes. I don't know. God damn it. I hate waiting. He's got to come into range though, before I can send him a warning signal or he's going to be waiting for them to do their shit, or waiting and trying to get Ken's ass out too.
Ran didn't used to really be that way. He was his own man. Screw the rest of us, really. Even after we started flirting each other up and starting to really like each other… even then I think he would have left me standing if I'd been too late for a pick up point.
He's changed so much. I know it's probably just hormones, which I main line worse than I ever guzzled beer, by the way. Damn shit, makes a person not think straight. Still, I think it started when he felt her, my baby's a girl, when he felt her move. In that moment, it wasn't some dumb blond headcased guy that was pregnant, but us, him and me. We were pregnant. That's when he started talking about getting married.
<><><>
Back at the medical safe house where they were all staying at because of Youji's pregnancy Omi was just waking up. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to get wildly upset over Ken's injuries. Ken was supposed to make it up to him later. It wasn't the first time, though it had been the loudest. Ken had never gotten himself that hurt before. They'd ever had a doctor be so handy with a needle before either.
It was inexcusable. Aya was still out there and no matter what he thought, he did need support. Youji.
Omi slipped out of bed, looked over at Ken, who was still sleeping the mission off. Youji wouldn't be in the complex. Omi knew this. He knew Youji. The best he could do was try to do his own making up from there.