Riiiight. I finished this with only four minutes left from my leaving for work on time. Thirty minutes before I left, I was like "Oh, maybe I should update something..." So, here you go! Ahahaa

Ryoma couldn't move. He lay there, as though he were paralyzed. His breath was caught in his throat, and his tongue had gone dry in his mouth. All he could do as stare back at his father.

Nanjiro was staring at the picture in his hand as though he didn't know what to make of it. Noticing Ryoma was awake now, he rose an eyebrow. "What is this, boy?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn't. Absolutely no words would come out. He gripped at the sheets of the bed with sweaty palms and silently prayed that he could regain his ability to speak…. And that he would be able to do so in a normal manner, that wouldn't directly give away absolutely everything.

"Ryoma." His father spoke again.

"I…" He diverted his eyes, when he found his voice. "It's…what does it look like?"

Nanjiro sat down on the edge of Ryoma's bed. "It's an ultrasound. But do you want to tell me why it has your name on it and not some girls?"

Ryoma said nothing, so his father continued.

"I would understand completely if some girls name would be on here. Big, pro tennis player. All the girls want the athletes…"

Ryoma sighed, and opened his mouth to reply but was instantly hit with a strong wave of nausea. Instead, he clamped a hand over his mouth and scrambled out of the bed, and over to the trash can by his door.

Nanjiro followed him over and knelt down next to him, rubbing his back. "I don't understand what's going on here." He admitted.

Ryoma sat back, wiping his mouth on the backside of his hand. "Me either. But…it scares me."


"Judging by the size of the baby, I'd say that date of conception was about this week." His doctor said, tapping a week on the calendar with his pen a few weeks later. "Did you do anything unusual that week? Eat anything? Drink anything? Were you exposed to anything?"

Ryoma peered over at the calendar. It was the week before the new school year had begun. His old friends had dragged him out quite a few times that week, in celebration of them all being together again. "I can try and figure out what I did that week." He replied.

The doctor nodded. "Good, good. Any information we can get would be helpful in trying to figure out how this is even possible."

Both Ryoma and the doctors attention was directed to the corner of the room, where an obnoxious sigh had come.

Nanjiro had crossed his arms and was seemingly glaring at the pair of them. "Well I know I would like to know what had happened."

The doctor smiled over at the other man. "It's great that you are here, though. Most parents wouldn't be this supportive."

Nanjiro looked away. "Of course I'm supportive. I might finally get that cute little girl I've always wanted."

Ryoma glared at his father. "If it's a girl, you won't be touching her."

The doctor laughed. "Now, now, gentlemen. Let's be adults about this. Now, Ryoma, do you think you can do your best to figure out what went on that week?"

Ryoma nodded. "I know exactly where to start."

Once he was outside of the doctors office after having scheduled another date to come back for the next check up appointment, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He ignored whatever it was that Nanjiro was going on about and scrolled down his contact list.

If anyone would remember exactly what happened that week, it would be Inui.