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Her steps made a loud hollow sound that echoed in all four bathroom’s walls along with her erratic sigh, but all she could hear was this damn splash coming from the broken tap of the bathroom. She should have fixed it a long time ago, however she just forgot it everytime, until now.
She looked again at the sink, letting her hands around it as she leaned on it. She tried to focus, it was just there, but the fucking tap, that horrible sound hammered her ears.
Her hands whitened as she violently gripped on the sink’s edges feeling the urge to rip it off, yet all that faded away, as she looked at herself in the mirror. Behind her bangs, a pale face glanced distressed at her, bags under the eyes. Suddenly, her mouth felt dry, like she'd taken a handful of sand and poured it on her mouth, leaving her speechless and feeling short of breath.
Air. She needed air.
Quickly, she opened her kimono, leaving her breasts uncovered, loosening the clothes off her body, but with that oppresing sensation still unsettling her up in her chest.
She left the bathroom, rushing to the little balcony. Fresh air kicked her face and body, starting to get goose bumps on her skin, but hardly any of it could make a change at her chest.
She tried to relax, as she would repeat to herself the past minutes, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Right?
Slowly, she let herself feel the cold air caressing every part of her body under her kimono, the cold ceramic tiles under her feet nearly burning them at the contrast of her indoor warm, the frozen tear that escaped her eye and fell to the ground.
Fuck
FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck
She couldn't. She was fucking scared, yet she couldn’t shed anymore tears, as the front door opened, hearing a familiar voice talking to her.
Aoba had arrived, as it seemed, drunk. He was happy, jumping onto her, curling in her chest as he muttered about all the things he did that afternoon. They sat on the bed, Aoba tightly embracing her as Koujaku softly patted his head, letting a giggle come out at some comments he made.
He didn’t know the effect he had on her, and she looked surprised, when, in the middle of his talk, he suddenly stopped, getting a few inches apart, examining her face as he caressed it with one hand.
“Are you okey?”
“Why… Why do you ask that, babe?” Her voice cracked, sounding unsure.
“What happened?” Aoba stepped back, looking at her with his eyes nearly closed.
“Nothing, really.” She was shaking, should she tell him? Was it the right moment? She didn’t feel ready, and neither seemed Aoba as when he stood up in front of her, his balance was off, almost falling.
“Koujaku, it's been fucking tons of years since I know you, and you know I love you, and if someone hurt you I would beat him to death.” Koujaku got up, standing by his side just to make sure he didn't trip and fall, but when she tried to grab his hand, he abruptly shook her off, clearly angry, his eyes brightened as the words kept coming out. “You can be sure of that, there is nothing and nowhere where they would hide because I’m going to make sure she doesn’t see the fucking light ever again.” The words tripped into each other as his voice got louder. “But if you don’t tell me I can't really know what happened.”
She sighed, a bit uneven with the situation, almost to cry out.
He wouldn't reject me, right?
“Come with me.” She said, trying to guide him.
“Why should I?” He crossed his arms on his chest, looking at her with a haughty sight.
“Because… Because you’re gonna be a dad!” She cried.
She exploded right there, letting some tears out, she tried to take some breath in as she screamed all her fears out. Aoba stood there, buffered as he let his arms fall, seriously looking at her, mostly confused.
“I’m… pregnant?” He whispered.