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Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka? (warning: Guro)
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This is more of a testing ground for a fic me and a friend are working on.

 

Its based on an animu called Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka?, roughly translated it has something to do with Zombies, magickal girls, and vampire ninjas.

 

This piece is very graphic. Well, I think its tame. You may think its graphic.

 

If you wanna know more about the show, google it. Its actually a really Entertaining romp.


A word on the anime: The main character Ayumu is some kind of zombie. Not the shambling, skin rotten type, but a weird sort of necromantic construct where he still mainatins his form, but he can shrug off any form of damage through limited regeneration and cannot die even if you reduce him to a bloody pulp. Only the death or deathwish of his master can truly allow him peace. Needless to say, this also endows him wiht other abilities. 

 

Tell me what you think, tell us what you think, and we shall reconstruct and complete it in its entirety.

 

NOTE: The protagonist is a zombie. Do not try any of this at home.

Yuu wasn't touching her food.

This was a very odd sight indeed.

When Aikawa arrived home from school, she had no dinner demands written down. When Aikawa spoke to her, she made no attempts to talk to him (even if such talk was entirely one sided, verbally speaking). She had barely sipped at her Matcha tea. Something was wrong with the beautiful Necromancer and it was weighing heavy on Aikawa's mind. Had he done something to upset her? Had he said something? All he remembered saying to her was the usual "Good morning." Aikawa glanced to her again, she was toying with her food but made no attempts to eat.

"Yuu?" Aikawa questioned "Is something wrong?"

Yuu stopped her picking and she quickly scribbled something on her notepad and  tapped the page.

'I want to go on a walk."

"A walk? You can go for a walk whenever you want to Yuu. You don't have to ask me."

Tap. Tap. Tap. She tapped at her notepad, fresh note ready to read.

'I want to go on a walk with you.'

"With me?" Aikawa blushed as dirty thoughts ran through his head, "A walk sounds nice," he muttered in a blissful tone.

THIS IS THE FANTASY OF OUR HERO, AIKAWA:
Yuu spoke in a flirty, gushingly girly voice. "Oooh Aikawa! I want to hold your hand and show to the woooorld that I belong to you Onii-chan!"
END~

Tap. Tap.

'Time is of the essence. We must go now.'

Aikawa set his bowl on the table and got up along with the necromancer, his heart was pounding with the thought of spending the evening with Yuu. Yuu tugged at his shirt sleeve while pointing to the door. Aikawa looked to his two other beauties, "I'm going ou-"

"We’re not deaf, dipshit." Sera said before she took in a spoonful of her Miso soup, "We'll leave the dishes out for you," Haruna added. Aikawa frowned "Do you think that you two could clear the table? Please?" "A genius of my caliber does not do dishes! Fuck off and go on your date." Yuu began to tug harder at his sleeve, Aikawa relented and went along with her quite demands, screaming in his head 'Yuu and I are going on a date!'

Aikawa would soon figure out that this was anything but a date.

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"It's a beautiful night, no wonder you wanted to go on a walk Yuu," Aikawa said as he looked up at the black, light polluted skies. The moon was nearly full, hanging round and heavy in the infinite and lonely blackness. A light and cool breeze tussled the zombie’s hair, he sighed, content  "I love nights like these." The two continued their walk, completely alone. Oddly, no one was walking the streets, and it wasn't that late. "Yuu? Why did you want to go on a walk with me?" Aikawa asked.
Yuu stopped in her steps, Aikawa stopped alongside her, she looked at him.

Aikawa's pervert imagination threw itself into overdrive 'Onii-chan, I have something to tell you~' his day dream told him as he became weak in the knees. "What do you have to say" He muttered out, his brain still in LalaLand.

In the blink of an eye Yuu turned and bolted down an alley. It took a while for Aikawa to snap out of his daydream and realize that the necromancer was running away from him. "Yuu!" Aikawa yelled out as he took after her. Aikawa had no idea that the little Necromancer could run so fast.  He could barely keep up with her! "What's the matter with you Yuu?!" Aikawa yelled, Yuu paid no attention and turned down another alleyway. Aikawa feet nearly slid up from under him as he made the hair pin turn Yuu made, "Yuu! Hold up!" Aikawa panted out. Yuu made another turn with Aikawa hot her tracks, but she finally began to slow to a stop.

"Yuu? What's wrong with you? Why did-" Aikawa stopped mid sentence when he saw the horror in front of them.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. Splattered against building walls and forming a thick pool on the ground. Its stench hung heavy in the air.

In the middle on the gruesome sight, curled up, lying on the ground was the truly saddening sight.

A beautiful young woman with long tresses of wavy black hair laid before them. A thick slice tore through her thin neck, severing and exposing all the vital arteries and veins it contained. Her pale face was marred with tear tracks running from lifeless doe brown eyes down her soft cheeks. Her mouth below the jawline had been pulled from her face, leaving a gaping hole, slick with gore, some of the flesh torn to the bone. The tongue had been removed, excised cleanly.... The pretty white sundress she was wearing was soaked and heavy with her own blood. She had soft curves but one curve stuck out the most . . .

Her rounded belly that she held protectively in her arms.

"Oh god," muttered Aikawa, sickened by the sight of the heartless murder of a pregnant woman. Yuu took a step forward and kneeled to the woman, stroking a stray piece of hair out of her face. The Necromancer trailed her hand down to the slain beauty's stomach and settled it there, she closed her eyes while her fingers spread across the white expanse. "Yuu?" Aikawa questioned as he looked his friend "What are you doing?"  Yuu's eyes snapped open, on the wall in front of her words were burning into the masonry with her magic.

'There is still time.'

"She’s not dead?"

'The child. I can save the child.'
'It's what she wants. She wants us to save the baby.'

"I-I'll call an ambulance then!" Aikawa fumbled to get a hold of his phone but more words burned themselves into the wall in place of the previous ones.

'No time.'
'Do you trust me Ayumu?'

Aikawa stared at Yuu, who turned her head and looked up at her friend. Through all that they have been through, there was no hesitation to that question. "With my Life. With my soul." Aikawa said to her.

Aikawa's existence as a zombie did not allow him to defy pain. However, it did allow him to otherwise stand up and persist where most other mortals would pass out from shock straight away. Over time, he had come to identify the many flavors of pain.  This pain in particular was the very one that took his life: the pain of penetration, impalement. It was a split second thing, and happened so fast it seemed as if it started at point A, and went straight to point C without any of the intervening time passing at all. The time at which Yuu had asked him that needless question, standing a few scant feet away.

And in the blink of an eye, the feeling of something thick and strong, having impaled his stomach. Blood welled up and disgorged from his mouth, splattering the ground nearby. He couldn't help it, the pallid hand of Yuu was embedded into his stomach, up to her armored, gauntleted wrist In another fluid movement, she shoved her other hand into the hole she tore with her left, and began to pull him open, less a tearing movement and more a movement as if parting objects. Within moments, assured that there was an empty cavity in Aikawa's slender stomach, she reached her bloody hands over to the woman, and in a gentler movement, pulled apart her gravid belly. Gently she pulled the fetus. It was hard to tell exactly what it looked like, but at this point it wasn't quite an infant yet, and a trick of the light made it look positively alien, as did early month humanoids.

Aikawa made gurgling, pleading sounds and fought off a wave of revulsion, of violation as he felt her place that slippery, slimey thing inside of his stomach, and began to pull his flesh about it.

It was then, that Yuu used a small extent of her overwhelming, reality altering power. She whispered a single word, that only Aikawa could hear. "Conceive."

A flash of light enveloped Aikawa, and he could feel the slippery thing dissolve into his body, his wound healing in a matter of moments! Nothing left of the entire activity at all save for a tiny scar, horizontally below his bellybutton.


'It's done.' was burned into the ground beside the pair. Aikawa brushed his fingers across the tiny scar, "What happened . . . " he asked "What did you do?"

'I saved the life of the child.'

"I-Is it . . . "

'Inside you. You are a perfect vessel to carry the baby.'

Yuu looked over at the dead woman as more words began to burn into existence.

'She wanted her baby to live more than anything. It was her dying wish.'

Aikawa’s eye twitched, did she say it was inside him? He brushed and prodded his fingers across the scar over and over again. 'Inside me? In here? It's living inside me?'


Ever so lightly did the skin under his fingers begin to swell, much to Aikawa's horror. Yuu got up from her knelling position, and she outstretched her hand to Aikawa.

"It’s only temporary." She poked at another note, looking concerned, or bland.

---

Most people open doors, Aikawa kicked his door open.

But you couldn't blame him. Something was inside him and it was taking over fast. By the time he rushed into his home that delicate little swell that wasn't even noticeable had grown large enough that it looked like he had eaten a full course meal after being starved for a few days. Rushing past the two other beauties Aikawa ran to the bathroom.
This vessel shit was making him sick, literally.

As he slammed the door behind himself, Aikawa quickly kneeled before the toilet and begun vomiting his guts out. Anything and everything he'd eaten that day came lurching forward from his mouth and splashed ungracefully into the cold waters of the bowl. The sick and disgusting taste of bile made him gag even harder, he coughed and spit out the vile taste in his mouth.

In the dinning room the girls listened to the charade going on in the bathroom in different forms of disgust. Sera pushed away her plate, "My appetite is ruined now," she said as another loud bout of retching emanated from the bathroom. Haruna got to her feet and was about to walk toward the bathroom but Yuu caught the girl’s shoulder in her hand. Haruna looked at the Necromancer "Let go of me! Ayumu need's help!" Yuu shook her head and help up her trusted  notepad, 'It's best to leave him alone right now, he's in a lot of pain.'

"What did the stupid hunk of shit do this time?" Sera asked, tapping her nails against the tables surface. Yuu began to write on her notepad and held it up, 'It's a very long story. We should not bother him now but all with be raveled in the morning.' Another horrid bout of reaching and coughing sounded from in the walls, causing Sera to growl, "Shut up you piece of shit! You're being too loud and disgusting!" More reaching, much to her displeasure. Haruna outwardly flinched with every pained and sick sound that Ayumu made, "Well, can you give a hint at what is wrong?" she tried hard to sound like she cared too much about the Zombie but failed in her attempt. Yuu tapped her pen to her lower lip, thinking how she could summarize what was happening to Ayumu. She quickly jotted down her reply and held it up for the Masou Shoujo.

'He's going to be a Mommy'

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Ayumu laid his head on the rim of the porcelain bowl, hot sweaty forehead making contact with the cool glossy surface. His breaths came in slowly and all too raspy. He reached one shaky hand to the handle and flushed, not bothering moving, not caring that puke water was literally flying into his face. After one minute of sitting so still his entire body leaned to one side and collapsed, landing on the tiles with a dull thud. Ayumu didn't try to get up, he was content of lying on the bathroom floor and dying. Oh wait, Zombie, he couldn't die.

A heavy groan passed his lips, everything was hot, way too hot. His guts hurt, they were cramping like crazy. Ayumu brushed his fingers across his stomach, a small bulge, tiny even, laid under his fingertips. How did that get there? Another hard cramping pain shot through his body and caused Ayumu's breath to hitch and every muscle in his body to clench. Did he just feel his stomach push out a little bit more, no, he couldn't have. Another pain ran through him and he was sure he felt his stomach push out a bit more. Sluggishly he got to his knees, then his feet. One hand grabbed the sink while his other hand cupped his still small bulging tummy. If his hunch was right, there was a baby inside his guts right now. It was the thing that was causing him all this pain. He turned and reached for the door behind him. Ayumu's pants were feeling tight and uncomfortable. Why was everything so hot? Oh yeah, body is freaking out, no wonder it's so hot.

Ayumu turned the doorknob, which proved difficult. Why were his palms so sweaty? Oh yeah, it's really hot... The door finally clicked open and he stumbled out of the bathroom. He needed to get to his room before the girls saw him. His legs felt like jelly and hardly obeyed his commands. Ayumu couldn't take a step forward without stumbling, soon enough he was using the hallway wall as his support. The pain was getting worse by the minute. Coming in waves and each wave got bigger and bigger. Speaking of which, his tummy was growing as well, still small but he couldn't really cover it with his hand anymore. What was once a tiny bit of swelling under his navel was now slowing progressing upwards and outward.

He finally reached the stairs, the one thing keeping him away from the second floor and his room. If walking was difficult then stairs maybe near impossible to climb. Then again, being the walking dead was also thought impossible. The first two steps actually proved no problem, neither did the third nor forth. But another horrible and stronger wave of pain hit Ayumu right in the gut, sending the zombie to his knee's with a pained groan. Now he was starting to sound like one of those movie monsters, great. Ayumu felt his guts twist and get shoved out of the way as the foreign object inside quickly began to take up more space. Would he have to crawl up stairs? Legs, are you going to work? No? Fine, crawl he would. Thank goodness there weren't that many stairs but it was still slow going but at least the pain ebbed a tiny bit. Reaching the top step Ayumu finally got control of his legs and stumbled toward his bedroom door, clutching his still growing stomach. Fumbling with another doorknob the zombie managed to get into his room and then  shut the door behind him with a soft click.

Now that Ayumu knew he was alone in the safety of his own room he did the one thing he wanted to do since Yuu ripped open his stomach. He dropped to his knee (he really needed to stop doing that) and cried his eyes out. If he could form coherent words, he'd be screaming for his own mother right now. Ayumu slumped forward and allowed his face to make contact with the floor with a dull thunk. His shaking hands reached for his jeans button, the cutting of the denim into his skin was adding to the immense pain that surged throughout his entire abdomen. It took some tugging but the button popped out of its loop, allowing more space for Ayumu's tummy to grow.

Which it did.

Painfully fast.

Ayumu's fingers brushed against his shirt clad tummy, yes, it had gotten bigger yet. He could feel the stitches and seems of his shirt ache as his stomach tugged the fabric tight. Not only was the experience horribly painfully, since having your organs crushed, muscles and skin stretched to the maximum and something new, an unbearable pressure was building up inside him. The zombies breathing became shallow, labored, now his lungs were getting pushed aside? That was no good. Pitiful as it may seem Ayumu managed to crawl to his bedside. As his hand clutched the corner of the blanket, another horrid wave of pain washed over his body. His fist tightened and a few tears eked out from the corner of his eyes. He wouldn't allow himself to scream, no, that would garner attention from the girls. Instead, Ayumu took to grinding his teeth, he could feel a few of his molars break in the process. He managed to pull himself up to his bed, barely, as he did so he could feel the underside of his stomach touch the edge of his mattress. Ayumu plopped down on his bed, forgetting about his new and growing tummy and let out an awkward gasp as he lay on it. He rolled over to side to relieve himself of the added pressure.

Ayumu allowed himself to glance at his stomach, just a quick peek, just to see if what he knew what was really happening. It ... was gross and inflated. Much rounder and promminate than he would ever wound of liked his stomach to be. Judging by size, he thought that maybe he was at least 5 months along in size. How much more would it grow? How far along was that woman? He never paid attention. Good Lord she may have been full term for all he knew! He felt his innards shift painfully again and another pained groan escaped his lips. That tummy of his lurched forward, stretching even more. The shirt he was wearing popped a few stitches and finally gave up. All the sudden growth was too much for the cotton fabric, it bunched and rolled up the taught skin of Ayumu's tummy. Already Ayumu's skin bared angry dark red stretch marks that ran from the sides of his tummy and downward.

It looked disgusting and made him feel the part. He wished it would just stop or at least slow down. It was all too much for the Zombie to handle in one go. The pain began to ebb, just a tiny little. Ayumu sighed, albeit shakily, and buried his face into his pillow. He didn't want to look at it, he wanted to close his eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. The exertion of the sudden pregnancy took a toll on his energy and now that the pain, which was still bad, was ebbing he felt himself drift off. Yes, sleep. That's what he needed. Some rest. After all, didn't pregnant people need rest? Ayumu cringed before falling into his fitful sleep. Unaware that his tummy, or rather the baby, wasn't done yet.

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Ayumu's eyes flickered open and, surprisingly, he wasn't blinded by morning sunlight. In fact, it was getting to be dusk outside. Ayumu could have sworn that he went to bed later than this. Unless he slept the entire day away. No, he must have taken a nap earlier and was waking up now. Some nap, he had a horrible dream! Well, it actually started out quite nice. Yuu went on a walk with him and it was a beautiful night. Did she call Ayumu Onii-chan like she did in all of his other dreams? No... that was kind of odd. Ayumu's memory became foggy after that, and he couldn't remember much of the dream after that part. Wait, there was some intensely weird part of the dream that was coming into focus, something about his stomach growing. Yeah, that was some fucked up dream.

Trying to pull himself completely out of his doziness Ayumu yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was a good nap, it felt like he had slept all day. Ayumu flipped to his back and grunted as he did so. Odd, felt as if something heavy was sitting on him. He cracked his eyes open, to get a look at what was so heavy and why it was sitting on him. He didn't see much but what he did see was a pale, flesh-colored orb of some sort sitting on his abdomen. Weird, what was it and how did that get there? Absentmindedly he tried to push the thing off of him, it was causing him discomfort and it was making it hard for the Zombie to breathe. As his hand made contact with the thing, he could feel his palm push against it. That made so sense though, this thing wasn't a part of him, but why was it registering the touch of this palm? Why was he, in his brain, feeling his palm press against this weird thing?  

Ayumu ran his hand down the sides of the thing, it was warm, firm and felt a lot like skin. But why was he feeling his hand run across its surface? This thing, it had no defined end to it. Ayumu's hand ran down the object’s side he felt no divot indicating its end. His ran down until it met the mattress below. Ayumu's felt his heart stop, literally, it actually stopped as he had a massive coronary rip through it. His eyes shot open as his heart began to pump erratically again. This thing, it was attached to him. No, it was him! Ayumu sat up at breakneck speed and scrambled back to get away from the grotesque object that was stomach. His back ran up against the headboard and gave him no means of further escape. Why was his stomach so huge?! And what was with the red lines on the sides of it? How the hell did it get this way? No one could gain weight this fast! Besides, he didn't remember eating anything before taking his nap.

The more he looked at his stomach the more disgusted he felt. His skin, it was stretched so tight that it actually reflected the fading sunlight. Oh shit, sunlight! Ayumu grabbed the curtain cord and pulled them shut. That was close, all this 'turning into a disgusting, fat freak of nature' made him forget about his sunlight enemy. Plunged in darkness Ayumu leaned back, he heard the box springs creak under his own weight. A dark blush flushed across his face, he was so fat now that the damn bed was even complaining. He felt a knot growing in his throat and tears building up in his eyes. If life as the living dead wasn't hard enough but now he had to be a grotesque and bloated freak? He tried to swallow the lump away but it only got stronger. Those tears that threatened to spill did. He felt so weak for letting his emotions show, but dammit it all this had him terrified. He brought his hand up again and laid his fingertips on the peak of the swell and pressed them into it. It didn't feel like fat, fat was squishy and his stomach felt firm. When he pulled his fingers back the skin quicky regained it round shape. Ayumu pressed his fingers in again, if this wasn't squishy fat then what was it?

Something bumped against his fingers.

As in moved.

Inside him.

Ayumu felt his heart clench again, he stared at his stomach in quiet horror. His eyes caught the slight movement of whatever the thing that was living in him from under his skin. A slight bump rose and ran across his insides about one inch and then disappeared. Although the bump vanished from view Ayumu could feel the thing moving, wiggling deep inside him. That was too freaky for words. Fat didn't move like that. The only thing Ayumu had any idea of that actually moved inside of people where parasites and babies inside pregnant women. Finally realization hit the Zombie like a 2x4 to the temple. He wasn't infested with parasites, that would be too easy. He was ...

"Fuck, I'm..."
Before Ayumu could finish his sentence he heard his door click open. Cold fear ran down his spine; he'd forgotten that he wasn't the only occupant of his home. "D-DON’T COME IN!" Ayumu yelled, "Im not decent!" Too late. A familiar head of the Necromancer popped in, holding her notepad in front of her. 'May I come in?' Ayumu tried to cover his rotund stomach which proved nearly impossible due to its obvious size. "No! Please Yuu, j-just go away! I don't want you to see me like this." Ayumu was humiliated having the young Necromancer see him like this and he felt the burning in his cheeks as she ignored his words and stepped in anyway. As she edged nearer, writing something down while walking Ayumu did his best to scoot away. He wanted so badly to run, run away and hide. Find a nice rock and hide under it forever.

Yuu stopped short of Ayumu's bedside and held her note up for the Zombie to read 'Don't be embarrassed Ayumu. I know what has happened to you.' Ayumu tried to fight back his tears again, "What happened to me?" he muttered, averting his gaze away from her. The mattress creaked as Yuu climbed atop it. She positioned herself in front of the Zombie with her expressionless gaze set on his tummy. She poked at it with her finger. Poke. Poke. Poke. In steady repetition "Yuu?" Ayumu was about to ask the Necromancer what she was doing but a rather hard kick stopped him from finishing his question. Yuu saw the bump rise and fall, she hummed and then laid her small hand across Ayumu's bare stomach. She ran her hand across the smooth surface, causing whatever what was inside Ayumu to go crazy. Heavy fluttering filled his stomach, it felt as if he had a fish flopping around in his guts. She hummed again and brought her ear to his stomach. If Ayumu wasn't totally freaked out he would possibly be enjoying the moment. But he was completely freaked out and enjoyed no part of the display. Yuu lifted her head and began to scribble on her notepad, 'Congratulations. You are pregnant' was written.

All of the blood that had flooded his face quickly drained. He only speculated that he was pregnant, but being told by the Necromancer... "How?" he asked, sound rather dead in his tone. Yuu began to write again, 'You remember nothing of last night?' "I remember having a freaky dream but that's it." 'That was no dream.'  Ayumu placed his hand at the top of his stomach. The ... baby... was really moving, jostling around, squirming. "I'm really pregnant?" Yuu hummed and nodded her head in agreement as she wrote a fresh note, 'Very pregnant. Almost seven months along in gestation.' "SEVEN MONTHS?" Ayumu barked, shocked at what was the truth. He felt a lot larger than seven months, hell, he felt overdue if anything. "I have to deal with this for another two months?!" he said while gesturing a finger toward his stomach. Not liking its new vessel screaming voice, the infant inside wiggled more causing Ayumu to cringe, "Will you stop it already?" he growled at his stomach. Great, now he was talking to it. Yuu began to write again, 'No. You don't have to be.' "Huh? What do you mean 'I don’t have to be'?" Yuu scribbled out a rather lengthy note, 'Hopefully we will be able to locate the father of the child and explain the circumstances. Possibly find a woman more suited for the job. You are just a temporary vessel.'  Ayumu cocked a brow, "What if we can't find the Dad?" he asked. Yuu tapped her pen to her lip, hummed, and jotted her response.

'You will give birth and become a Mommy. That simple.'

"WE GOTTA FIND THIS KID'S DAD." Life as a Zombie and living with three magical girls was tough. Being a highschool student in JAPAN was extremely tough. Ayumu did not want to add being a single mother into the mix. He would rather ask Yuu for him to die before that.



-- Edited by CroydCrenson on Monday 2nd of May 2011 08:20:56 PM



-- Edited by theKicking on Monday 2nd of May 2011 09:29:15 PM

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*raises hand* Im the friend Croyd is talking about. We have more chapters but I guess we are gonna wait for some feedback before we post more. However, it's still unfinished.

Thanks for posting up this bit Croyd. It reads better every time~



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I just liked the gorey mess. I can't believe you wanted me to tone down the pelvis breakage D:

 

I was gonna put in more dialouge of him complaining and screaming for help. but that's not really something he'd do. He'd be more pissed off XD



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Well I grew accustomed to the PELVIS SHATTERING but I drew the line at breaking his arms and legs~  Even though they would heal in a matter of seconds *points at your gif siggy* like that that did. I still love how he transformed into a Masou Shoujo and ran up to that Megalo Crawdiddy, broken arm FLAILING IN THE BREEZE.



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pfft. Panzy. I'll go back in there and rewrite it so that his arms are broken >:3



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Continue please :)

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PoppedBB wrote:

Continue please :)

 

 Croyd and I are still working on it :3 But rest assured there is more to come. Just gotta clean up already written chapters and make new ones and all that good stuff.



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The protagonist is a zombie. Do not try any of this at home.

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"What have I gotten myself into this time?"

That’s all Aikawa could think about as he sat in his favorite graveyard. The dark, sunless sky and cooling fog did little to make him feel better. The active babe in his belly took away all comfort this place could offer him. Perhaps it was the caffeine and sugar in the Dr. Poppor he couldn't help sipping on, despite Yuu's protest to the soft drink.


Normally this graveyard gave him solace, peace from the long days he had to endure as a zombie living in a human world. It seemed that the baby was taking everything he enjoyed away from him. Aikawa laid his hand on his new pregnant abdomen and slowly ran his hand across its round surface. "Please calm down." He pleaded to the infant, "You're only causing me more grief, ya'know?" The babe paid no attention to its new vessel and delivered a healthy kick to Aikawa’s palm. The babe was always active, happy with its second chance at life and really showing it. Aikawa smirked, rather peeved "I can tell you are already a brat."

A snapping twig caught the zombie’s attention. Aikawa quickly glanced over his shoulder from where the sound emanated from. He saw nothing but thick fog shrouding gravestones. Quick running feet of an animal sounded to his right. Aikawa got up from his sitting position, hand holding his belly protectively as he took firm steps forward. Surveying his surrounding he saw nothing, but in the distance, a mere few feet away it seemed, he could hear the sounds of a running animal. To his left? No his right! Both directions? Maybe there was more than one?

Eyes, red glowing eyes circled him from a distance; forms hidden by the thick cover of fog sounded devilish cackling, breaking the night’s silence. As these eyes moved they left a glowing red trail behind them, much like a Megalo. Ayumu tightened his fists at his sides and took a firm stance, he wasn't aware of any Megalo running amok in the city but then again these bastards always showed up at inconvenient times. He prepared himself to take down these bastards, even with out the help of Mystletainn. Forms finally broke from their hiding, reveling gigantic wolves, five of them circling Aikawa with hunger showing in their blood red eyes.

"I bet your blood will taste sweet, devil." One wolf spoke, "I'll pick your gristle out of my teeth with your bones!" another barked. Aikawa had fought rather odd Megalo, but talking wolves? He wasn't even aware that wolves lived in Japan or that wolves even got this large. He watched silently, waiting for one wolf to break from it's circling and attack. These creature wouldn't be to tough to defeat, even while pregnant.

"What do you mean by devil?" Aikawa spoke as he held his ground, "I may be a zombie but I am no devil." The pack of wolves began to cackle again, sounding more like hyenas than wolves. "Don't waste your breath on us. Save it for our boss~" one grey wolf said, baring his wicked teeth in a horrendous grin. Boss? What did they mean by boss?

Then the wolves stop, broke their circle and stepped back. What was going on with these things and why were they still giggling? Then, the sound of massive trotting paws came from the dark. Ayumu pivoted on his heel to see where the sound was emanating from, ready to slam a 100% force fist right into the jaw into whatever was coming for him. He saw it, a gigantic black wolf bounded through the fog and pounced on its victim. It's bulky, muscular form slammed into Aikawa, sending him to ground with a heavy thud and a pained yelp. This thing was fast was it was massive, giving Ayumu no time to fight back. Ayumu did raise his arm defensively over his neck, knowing that would be the first place the wolf would chomp down. The black wolf took Aikawa's arm in its maw, clamped down, crushing the bone inside. The beast shook its head to and fro, shredding Ayumu's  bloodied flesh away from his shattered and splintered bone. Aikawa let out a guttural scream and tried to tear this arm away but the wolf refused to let go. This demon was out for blood, pure animalistic rage showed in it's blood red eyes.  Acting as quickly as he could Aikawa brought his foot up and slammed it in the wolf's stomach. This shocked the massive beast and it let go of its grip on its prey arm. With his undamaged arm Aikawa landed a powerful punch to the wolf's face, sending the creature flying into one its pack mates.

Ayumu sat up, holding his blood gushing arm close to his body, he grimaced at the pain and at the blood staining his shirt. The black wolf began to stand on wobbling legs, he shook his head, showing the massive scars running across its right eye, it looked at Aikawa, rage filling its eyes. "You fucking devil . . . " it growled, it's ears flattened against its skull and the fur on it's neck bristled  "You kill my child, steal it and by the looks of it you ate it." It took a step forward, blood dripping from its teeth, "Then you have the audacity to fight me? Don't be so foolish. I will tear you to shreds!"

"Stop!" Aikawa yelled, "I didn't kill your kid!" The scarred wolf stopped in its tracks, its pack mates looked at each other rather dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" asked the leading wolf. Ayumu forced himself to his knees and then stood, albeit hunched over in pain, "My friend and I, we found your wife. She was murdered, dead when we got there." he panted out, grimacing as a sharp pain ran through his mutilated arm, "But  . . .  but the baby was still alive, barely alive." The black wolf stopped in it's tracks and stared at the zombie, retracting his teeth and fur laid flat once more, "My friend, Yuu, she is a very powerful necromancer. She saved my life before and she wanted to save the baby." Ayumu continued, the other pack members took to murmuring to themselves whether what the zombie was saying was true while their alpha kept his position and listened. "She wanted it to have another chance at living. She used me as a vessel."

"My pup is  . . .  alive?" the wolf finally asked, it's voice softened considerably, "You saved its life?"  The wolf walked up to Aikawa slowly with no intent of injuring the boy any further. He stood in front of Aikawa, craned his head down and  put his nose against Ayumu's full belly. The wolf sniffed deeply, its tail began to wag happily, "That's my pup’s scent! It's stronger than ever!" The wolf nudge Ayumu's tummy again, still sniffing deeply, inhaling the scent of his pup. "Pup, can you hear me?" The wolf spoke, his tail swinging back and forth, "It's me, Daddy. I'm so happy your alive angel..." If wolves could smile, this one defiantly was. "His movements are strong!" he yipped as he nuzzled its soft furry face against Ayumu's rounded tummy, feeling the soft kicks of it's infant pup through Ayumu's skin. All this mushy behavior from the wolf was making Ayumu feel sick, that or the massive blood loss and pain from his arm.

The wolf looked up at Aikawa and then to his arm "I injured you . . . " he whined, "Do you need medical attention, even though you are a Zombie?" Aikawa shook his head, "No. I'm healing already. See?" He lifted his hand and rather powerful gush of blood escaped the raw wound. He quickly covered it with his hand again. The wolf cocked his head, "Are you sure?" he asked. "Trust me, this sorta thing happens all the time." The wolf canted his head and took a few steps back. He looked to his pack mates and gestured for them to come forward. They did, taking an organized place behind their leader. Each wolf took up a position that resembled a stretching dog, however, they lowered their heads, letting their nose touch the ground. They were ... bowing? The black wolf still stood, tall and head straight up and rather proud looking. "As head of the Mazaki family and as Oyabun I thank you from the bottom depths from my heart, mister . . .?"

"Aikawa Ayumu"

"Aikawa Ayumu~"

The large wolf joined its pack mates and bowed before Ayumu, "You have done me a great service Aikawa, and I owe you my honor, loyalty and utmost respect." Aikawa cocked his brow at the words coming from the wolf’s mouth, "Uh, sure. Thanks? But I don't really need any help. I take care of myself rather well." The wolf shook his head, "I cannot allow danger to befall my mate and pup." Really? He had no problems trying to kill the zombie a few minutes ago... and did the wolf just say mate?! What thoughts had suddenly wormed their way into the wolf's head? The black wolf turned and trotted to its pack, wagging its tail with each happy step. "I will be seeing you later Aikawa~" chirped the wolf as he and his pack disappeared into the mist, leaving a very confused Aikawa alone in the dark. A word, besides 'mate', had stuck into Aikawa's mind, did the wolf say 'Oyabun'? Where had he heard that word before?

Then it hit him. Mazaki Family, Oyabun, Loyalty.

That wolf was a leader of a Yakuza family.

Aikawa swallowed a hard lump in his throat and placed a shaking hand on his belly. Inside him was the child of a very powerful gang leader, that so happened to be a talking wolf.

Great. Just fantastic.

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It was quite late by the time Aikawa had snuck back home. His injury had pretty much healed; the torn flesh had knitted itself back to its pervious looks. He slid the door open "I'm home," He muttered as he stepped into main room. "Where have you been, you stupid hunk of shit?" Sera asked, glaring at the pregnant man in the door fame. "Dinner time was forever ago! Thanks to you I had to make it!" Haruna barked as she poked her fried eggs with her chopsticks, "You have some nerve . . .”

Aikawa sighed; he turned a bit green at the sight and smell of fried eggs. They were something his body wouldn't agree with, no matter how delicious they were. He took his spot at the table, sitting down with a soft thunk. "Sorry, I was dealing with something quite unexpected." To his side Yuu tapped at her note pad with her pen. 'Something happened.' was written down. Aikawa nodded, "Yeah, and it wasn't good." 'You were hurt.' Yuu wrote. Aikawa rubbed his arm and smirked "I'm fine now. Don't worry about me Yuu."

Yuu began to write again, 'Don't be so foolish as to get yourself hurt in your condition.'

"You stink," Sera growled, "Not your normal horrid stench. You smell like a werewolf." Aikawa blanched "I-I don't really want to talk about it . . . " Sera's eyes narrowed, but she didn't press matters any further. A plate of eggs was shoved in front of Aikawa, courtesy of Haruna. "Eat it. I don't make dinner for just anybody . . . "Aikawa looked at the eggs; they were fluffy, yellow and cooked to perfection. A horrible feeling of nausea tied a knot deep in the pits of his stomach. The look on Haruna's face told him that if he didn't eat then he'd have to deal with a tantrum building in her little body.

Aikawa grabbed his chopsticks and plucked a small morsel of fried egg. Those delicious eggs hovered in front of his face, their scent flooding his senses. He slowly enveloped the eggs in his mouth and chewed. They were wonderful as always, but it made him absolutely sick to eat them. Another taste entered his mouth, the taste of acidic bile rising in his throat. Aikawa dropped his chopstick and as quickly as his pregnant body could carry him he ran to the bathroom to heave massive amounts of vomit into the toilet.

"What an ungrateful prick!" Haruna yelled as she slammed her fist into the table. Yuu quickly jotted something down on her notepad.

'It's common in pregnancies to avoid certain foods because they cause stomach upset. Even your amazing fried eggs.'

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Another horrible night of sleep, or the lack there of. Aikawa groaned and hit the off switch on his alarm. That horrible buzzing only added to his pounding headache. With a lot of effort Aikawa had lifted himself from the warm and soft embrace of his bed. He blinked, his eyes stung from the bright sunlight that flooded his room. He growled and shut the blinds, extinguishing all light. The day was already turning into a bad one and it wasn't even 7:00 yet.

Aikawa slowly made his way downstairs, wanting food before anything else. Last night's puke-fest left him absolutely starved and the baby was not happy with being hungry. Reaching the first floor a wonderful scent hit Aikawa; it was so sweet and luxurious. The baby kicked harder, it wanted whatever was being cooked. Perplexed at who was cooking or what was being cooked Aikawa walked into the dining room. Every one of his freeloading beauties were seated and watching T.V. "What's going on?" Aikawa croaked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Yuu tapped at her note pad 'You have a visitor. He's in the kitchen.'

A visitor? Aikawa wasn't expecting anyone. He was about to open the door leading to the kitchen when it opened itself. In front of Aikawa was a tall man, with black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. His face had a thick covering of 5:00 shadow and his right eye was covered in a large amount of scars. His clothing, although very expensive looking was rather flamboyant. He had on a white coat with a pink button up shirt with pinstripes and a popped collar, and black slacks and fine Italian leather shoes completed the look. He was holding what looked like a stack of pancakes in both hands.

"Aikawa~ Did I wake you?" said the man, he smiled sweetly as he set the stacks of pancakes in front of the girls, who tore into them immediately. Aikawa just stared at the man and asked "Who are you?" The man pouted, "You don't remember me?" Aikawa shook his head, further deepening the mans’ pout. "I was that nasty little wolf you met last night~ My name is Mazaki Osamu, but you can call me Osamu, sweetie~" he smiled coyly, "I wanted to see how you and the pup were doing after I tore you up." He touched Aikawa's arm softly "But I can see that you're all better now! That's a relief!"

The man offered a seat to Aikawa, which he readily took. "I couldn't stop thinking about you~ I was up all night with the thought of you in my head." Osamu said as he sat closely next to Aikawa. Osamu grabbed a plate from the table and forked a few pancakes onto it and set in front of Aikawa. "Eat up, there is plenty to go around~" This man was too close to comfort, but Aikawa was more attracted to the food in front of him to really care. Unlike the eggs from the night before these beckoned to be eaten. They were soft, warm, sweet and all around delicious. Aikawa was in total heaven thanks to these simple pancakes.

"Aikawa?" the man next to him asked "Who are these lovely ladies living with you?" Aikawa stopped chewing and swallowed his mouthful of bliss. "These are  . . ." Ayumu paused, thinking of the right words to say, "my friends. Haruna, Sera and Yuu." Osamu smiled at the later "Yuu? The wonderful woman that saved my child?" he asked the woman across him, Yuu nodded and held up her notepad, 'No need to thank me.'

Breakfast was going rather smoothly until Osamu began to rub the inside of Aikawa leg. Aikawa had to stop chewing and stared at the man beside him in a quiet shock. Osamu simply winked his good eye at Aikawa. Appetite completely diminished by the obviously gay Oyabun, Aikawa excused himself to get away from him, "I need to get a shower," he said nervously, "I'll be late for school if I don't hurry." As Aikawa was leaving the room Osamu quickly followed him, he caught him in the hallway and asked "Aikawa~ would you like any help?"

Aikawa turned a bright shade of red and sputtered "N-NO!" he spat out, "breakfast was nice but I think you should leave."  Osamu's lip quivered, he caught Aikawa in a tight hug and refused to let go no matter how much Aikawa pushed him away. "I don't want to leave my mate alone!" he cried, "I need to protect you and the pup!" Aikawa finally managed to push the oyabun off him "I can take care of myself, thank you very much!" Osamu looked dejected and turned his gaze at the floor, "Fine but, May I say goodbye to the pup? Please?"  The look in Osamu's eyes could only be compared to that of a kicked puppy, Aikawa sighed and allowed the man to do as he wished. Complete excitement flooded the werewolf's face and oddly enough, two fuzzy wolf ears popped out from the mass of black hair. Osamu dropped to his knees and hugged Aikawa's swollen middle, "Goodbye baby love, Daddy will see you soon, okay?" Aikawa’s blush reddens to an even darker shade as Osamu lifted his shirt and kissed the taught skin on his belly. "That’s enough" Aikawa growled as Osamu continued his string of cooing sweet nothings to Aikawa's tummy.

Giggling hit Aikawa's ears; he looked up and saw the three beauties standing in front of him. Haruna was giggling like crazy as she hid behind Sera, who were just watching the spectacle, arms crossed her bosom. Yuu was holding up her notepad, 'How cute.'



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At some point in the course of a few weeks, as Ayamu's belly continued to paunch out and grow, he felt a sharp pain on his thighs, an odd, overwhelming pressure. The sensation had forced him to miss a day of school, to the point where he even refused to cook dinner, despite the theats of death or worse by his house's patrons. On the third day of it, they had had it, and decided to put their heads together to resolve the situation. Yuu was the first to figure it out, sharp as a tack. She tapped her notepad, drawing attention from the others. "His body isn't made for this. His hips cannot handle the weight." she said, and even took a moment to draw a rather crude diagram showing hip displacement using a triangle and fulcrum model. Sera nodded sagely, but the whole concept flew over Haruna's head. "You're saying he can't do anything at all until because his body's too narrow? that's total bullshit! He's just lazy!" Yuu was practically a wall, tapping at her notepad with a fresher note. "I know him. He's not bluffing." Sera mulled over this and sipping her tea. "Why didn't you resolve this initially?" Yuu actually pondered this, tapping the pen to her chin, and began to scribble a quick note. "I had half expected the father to find a surrogate replacement. He seems reluctant to give up Ayamu as the carrier."


Haruna was slowly starting to get it. "We have to do something!" Sera smirked, finishign her tea. "Developing a crush on that worthless piece of shit?" Haruna gabbled, glaring. "Hell no! I just want him to do the fucking cooking!" She said, waving a hand over the sheer amount of fried egg. "This shit gets stale after awhile!" Yuu seemed to process what needed to be done. She scribbled on a note what she wanted to say, and showed a diagram of the process. "Sera. Go break Ayumu's pelvis, and place some obstruction, an inch in length between his pelvis." she said. Sera looked over the diagram, intruiged...and a frown crossed her features. "That is the most revolting thing I have ever seen...and on top of that, I have to touch that faggot trash, down there." she said. Yuu gave a soft sigh, too impercetible to be seen, and scribbled anew: "Do it, or Ayumu continues to suffer debilitating pain. Also we'll starve." she said. Sera nodded minutely, and vanished from her spot at the table, already running over what materials she'll need for the impromptu surgery. Yuu continued to munch on the fried eggs Haruna made thoughtfully, in a few moments she'll trump upstairs and heal Ayamu when all is said and done. Right now, she needed to keep herself distant from this. Nobody at all should have to suffer this mess, and if she didn't look at it happening to Ayamu, all the better to control her emotions.

Upstairs..

Sera approached the groaning male, and sighed, gathering living leaves together, fluttering on an unseen breeze, to form her favored weapon, a kind of blunted murasama. "You filthy piece of shit. I can't believe I have to touch your faggot pelvis." She muttered, and within moments began to drive her murasama into Ayamu's pelvis. She began placing her weight on it, much like one would use a crowbar for a crate, trying to force the wedge deeper into ihs pelvic bone, bluntly chewing through musculature and fibrous tenden there. The infant stirred rapidly, bouncing within its confines, and Ayamu screamed, trying to ignore the searing pain as he often did. This was different, though: being bisected and stabbed at least had an ebb to the pain. This was persistant, as she was doing something new. Something happened, he felt so much as heard the sound of tearing meat and the sound of beech wood snapping. He had heard this many times, and the pain seared higher into his nerves, blood spraying all over Sera, some of ihs bed trimmings. She had broken his pelvis at last, and even as he reached for her, she drove miniature versions of her katana into the open spaces of the bones of his arms, pinning him to the bed's (more of a tatami mat with a sheet) cushioning by his arms and legs. He couldn't move and was in agonizing pain as he felt the vampire ninja place something within the bones, trying to force his broken pelvis apart. He could feel his organs slide into place, slopping under the infant jostling within, clearly not enjoying the breach any more than he was. Sera couldn't help it, at this point. Though the torturous practice was cruel, and sickened her to her very fiber of being (showing either how cold Yuu made herself to be, or how murderous she was in regards to her immortal servants...), she allowed herself a soft, almots imperceptible smile at being able to mangle, even temporaily, the male's genetalia in this manner.

Her work done, Yuu approached upstairs, a hand over her eyes...Truly, the sight before her, the gasping, pallid, bleeding male, pinned to the bed and sobbing, would have induced some form of emotion from her. She placed her hand over his pelvis, and already the wound began to knit. She chewed on her lower lip, the agonizing pain fleeing Ayamu's body and flowing into hers along with the injury, erasing all but the imbedded object and broken pelvis. The pain was unbearable, even to her, but her only outward sign was a bleeding, quivering lower lip. Not a sound she made, not a peep! Eventually, the work was done, and Ayamu quivered laying on the bed, pinned as he was. Those injuries would heal on their own and would need none of her intervention. "Just what...what was the big idea you monsters!"
Yuu just collected herself and went downstairs. The ninja gestured, causing the impaling restraints to vanish in a cloud of dried leaves. "You're lucky we decided to bother taking care of you, you piece of shit." She said, and glowered at him, green eyes turning a glowing red. "Your hips had to be wider just so your fat ass can carry your fat belly. Now cook us dinner, you disgusting piece of shit." She said...and gave a tickle to his bare, blood-spattered tummy before leaving. "I want miso soup." she said, on the way out.
Within the hour the cast was fed, claiming the food was even better than before. It was Haruna who noticed first, and giggled, poking her chopsticks at Ayumu's rump as he walked by. "Hey! Yuu! Why's Ayumu's butt bigger!?" "WHAT?" Ayumu said, placing the tray aside rapidly and trying to turn around, to see it. Sera growled, and grabbed onto his cheek, so that his head was able to turn off its neck to see his butt better. "OW! w...Its Round!" Ayumu glowered at Yuu, before Sera snapped his neck back into its normal place. "Fuck! What did you do?" Yuu produded a note, saying. "It only appears rounder because your hips are wider. If we didn't do that you'd still be bedridden." Ayumu frowned, and then facepalmed, trembling. "I...I have to go to school...like this.....what shall I tell them?"
Yuu tapped her notepad, demanding attention: "Perhaps just ignore questions regarding it? if people can't get an answer out of you, they'll eventually stop." Ayumu just gave her a glare. "Clearly, you've never been to a japanese school." He said, and winced, rubbing his stomach. It was already round enough to rival a seventh month pregnancy, straining the plain apron he wore. How much bigger would he get? If he had anythign to go on, he could expect two more months of this insanity. He winced at the idea of carrying this over two more months, two months of dodging the Oyabun...He then blinked, remembering. "Say, where is that Yakuza bastard? I thought he had wanted me to transfer from my body to a females?" Sera nodded and sat at the table, sipping the leftover soup briskly. "He refuses to answer us regarding that...meaning-" Haruna sat up, gleefully and chipperly adding. "He wants you to do it!" Yuu produced a clean note. "Hence why we had to break your hips." she explained. A feeling of doom washed over Ayumu: He had the butt and hips of a female now. No way in hell will he be able to shake that horndog (literally!) off! He growled, and undid the apron, sighing and getting dressed (and showered, to get the blood off) for school.

While he was in the shower, he blinked, and forced himself to look down...he could feel it. The strong movement of the pup inside. He just looked straight down, mesmerized at the feelings within, and gently placed a hand on the curved shape of his abdomen, sliding down its length. His eyes widened, the jostling seemed to follow where his hand felt! He pressed closer, almost so that the infant could feel the pressure of a hand there, and the infant seemed to nudge right at his hand! He shuddered, a wash of feelings going over him: Dread, terror, joy, wonder...It was all too confusing, but the sensation of something living and responding to him, it left him paralyzed. Eventually he snapped out of his reverie, he was wasting water after all. Suddenly, he felt a cold draft...and a pair of scarred, hairy arms wrap about his middle, and a grizzled, unshaven chin on his shoulder. "Aww, that's so cute...here, let me get your back."

The girls felt a shockwave that nearly collapsed the floor above them on top of them. Haruna looked about, confused. "Megalo attack!" Yuu didn't stop in sipping her tea, put pulled a ready-to-display note: "Ayumu is being violated. He is acting in self defense." Haruna got out of her seat, readying her chainsaw, but Sera tapped her on the shoulder to settle down. "Ayumu is capable of defending himself in this instance. the Oyabun will not attack him. The Kuromaku does not harm people unless its within the charter. Yuu looked as intruiged as someone who bottles up their emotions can display, and held up a questioning note: "Youre familiar with the Underworld?" the vampiric ninja nodded, sighing. "Its complicated, but our clans' called on for work that's far too delicate for punks to deal with. Some of it is even legal." The house shook a second time, and the three of them moved the dinner table over a few feet. The Oyabun tumbled down the stairs, landing square in the middle of the floor where the table was, broken, battered, and already regenerated. "Goddamn! His ass just fit right into my hands! Unbelieveable!" Haruna and Sear both muttered "Crazy pervert." While Yuu held up a note saying: "Told you so."

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The protagonist is a zombie. Do not try any of this at home.

(Although... nothing really gorey at all happens in this part. Mostly fluff, more or less.)

 

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It was fucking hopeless. Stupid and embarrassing could describe the situation Aikawa was in as well.

Why wouldn't the button just get in?!

No matter how much he tugged and pulled that goddamn button wouldn't slip into its hole, so many attempts were making the thread holding the button in place weaken. Aikawa looked at his belly and frowned "I'm really starting to hate you . . ." he growled. The child inside paid no attention to him and snuggled itself deeper in its vessel’s belly, ready for a good, after breakfast, nap.

God, he felt . . . disgusting. His uniform was just too small, which was fine when he was skinny; being pregnant, not so much. His slacks slipped up his legs just fine which gave him false confidence, but when they got to his newly fashioned lady ass it was another story. Mens trousers were not meant to accommodate girl hips, the fabric clung to his butt and thighs like a pair of shrunken skinny jeans. They zipped up, barely, the teeth straining to keep together. The button was too much work and it was hard to locate with such an obtrusive object, like his stomach, in the way. His shirt was giving him grief now, only the buttons at the top fastened easily but when they reached the crest of his tummy they became complaintive. There was no way that his size small uniform would fit his new, large frame.

With a defeated sigh Aikawa plopped down on his bed and buried his face in palms. This was useless, he might as well just keep skipping school until all this pregnancy shit was over and done with. Grades be damned, he was a fatty that didn't fit into his uniform anymore. "I hate my life," he mumbled through his hands. A knock sounded at his door but Aikawa made no attempt to look up or pull himself out of his misery. "Hey, you!" Haruna's voice sounded through the door, "I'm coming in. We need to discuss something." Haruna opened the door and stepped in, disregarding any alone time that her caretaker would have wanted. "Listen, Sera keeps stealing all the pudding cups, you need to buy at least two packs, one for her and one for myself. Another thing-" Haruna stopped and looked over at Aikawa, who was paying no attention to her demands in favor to sulk. "Hey, hey! Are you even listening to me?" she pouted, stamping her foot down, "Hellooooo?"

"Yeah, pudding, sure, whatever. . ." Haruna lip stuck out in, obviously angry but not too furious, "What’s your fucking problem?" She asked. Aikawa removed his hands from his face and looked at the Masuo Shoujo, "I'm fat" he grumbled out. Haruna snerked "No duh, so?" "I don't fit into my uniform because I'm so fat." That could be a dilemma thought Huruna, he couldn't go to school with his bare tummy sticking out could he? He could just stay home and cook all day, but that wouldn't be favorable to his school life and grades, no matter how great it would be having 24/7 food service. She tapped her lip with her forefinger as her genius mind's cogs began to turn. An idea struck her mind, she padded over to Aikawa's dresser and started to fish around in the drawers. "What are you doing?" Aikawa asked, watching the girl dig through each drawer.

"Ah ha!" Haruna bleated as he pulled out one of Aikawa's tee-shirts, rather plain and the color black it was. She walked toward the zombie, a shirt in hand, "Take off that thing," she said addressing his uniform shirt, "and then put this on." Aikawa took the shirt out of Haruna's hand, perhaps she was on to something. Aikawa begun to unbutton what few he managed to fasten, Haruna quickly turned her back to him "Tell me when you’re decent," she murmured, blush crossing her features. Aikawa slipped on the cotton shirt, it was a bit tight but it least stretched to slip over the curve of his tummy, he gave the hem a few good tugs for some added length. Haruna peeked over her shoulder, "Now put on that other shirt over what you have on, but don't button it." Aikawa did just that.

He got up from his bed, still tugging at the hem of the shirt to prevent it from riding up. This . . . could very well work. "Not bad," Aikawa said, "but I'm kinda out of the dress code." Haruna growled, "For fucks sake, it's better than what you started with!" She was right, of course. Haruna quickly made her way to the door, "Remember! Pudding!" she barked, slamming the door shut behind her.

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Fucking around with his clothes cut time out of Aikawa's walk to school and his new weight made him slower. At this rate he would be lucky if he made it on time for his first class, at least there was a slight over cast, cutting the sunlight just a bit. Aikawa kept tugging at the hem on his shirt, stretching it at far as it could. Deep in his mind he wondered if he should just turn around and go back home, but he'd made it this far, no point in turning back now. Minding his own, trying to ignore the passing glances of others on the street, dying internally bit by bit.

How slutty teenaged American women did this was completely beyond him.

Nearly half way to school Aikawa began to hear something a distance behind him. The annoying bass buzz of some douche with high-powered speakers in his car, the vibrations buzzed through the air, giving Aikawa a tingling sensation throughout  his core. Worse yet was the musical (if one were to call it that) thudding had stirred the baby from its slumber, it jabbed at its confines, angry at the disturbance. Aikawa laid his hand on his swell, rubbing where the baby kicked, biting his lip and cursing the prick who woke up the little beast. He looked over his shoulder only to see the offender.

A stunning black Ferrari was cruising down the street, one of the newer models, an asshole with money. Aikawa noticed the car begin to slow, he turned his head back, hoping the person would drive by and leave him alone. He wouldn't and didn't have such luck. The sleek sports car slowed to a crawl next to Aikawa, the already cracked window lowered itself even further to reveal the one person that Aikawa didn't want see. "Hello, gorgeous~" said a sing song voice of a very specific wolf. Aikawa said nothing, wouldn't even give the Oyabun a flicker of a glance. "Wha'cha doing sweetie?" Osamu cooed from his window, "You shouldn't be out and about in your condition! You need to relax."

"Turn off that fucking shit you have playing," snapped Aikawa, "you're pissing me, the baby, and everyone in a miles radius off. The Oyabum quirked his is one good brow but relented in shutting off his radio, even though it was playing his favorite Lady Gaga song, "Sorry, love. But, seriously, what are you doing out?" "I'm not your love and I'm going to school." A pair of jet black ears sprang from Osamu's head, if he had a tail, it'd be wagging, "S-school?! You're a school boy!" he yammered out, "You just get better and better!" Aikawa had to hold back the spray of curses that he so badly wanted to spill out, "Don't you have some fancy pants Yakuza work to be doing now? You know, so you can go? And leave me alone?" Osamu was nipping at his lip, trying to hold himself back from stopping his car and ravaging that cute little swaying butt of Aikawa's, "No~" he lied, "I was just passing time. Say, why don't I give you a ride to school? After all, you shouldn't be on your feet so much." "I don't want a ride" Aikawa grounded out.

Osamu put on one of his famous pouts, he wasn't used to being denied so much. "Fine, there is no making you bend is there?" "Are you cracking a fucking joke?" Aikawa hissed. The wolf shook his head, those little ears disappearing into his hair. "Can I at least say Hi to the baby? Pleeeease?" Aikawa grit his teeth and glared at the Oyabum, he was in full on puppy eyes and sad expression, fucking hell he was good at that. "Ffff-fine . . ." Osamu yipped in sheer glee and put his car in park, sticking half his torso out the window he gestured for Aikawa to come closer. Aikawa grumbled, turning and presenting the Oyabum with his rounded belly. Osamu hugged Aikawa's middle, giggling happily, "It's your first day of school baby-love, be good now!" He traced calloused finger tips in circles on Aikawa's heavy tummy, giving tiny little kisses to the bulge too. All this gushing made Aikawa sick, but he clenched his fist and let the Oyabum have his time with the kid.

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No one was walking the halls.  This was both good and bad. Good in that Aikawa didn't have to deal with having to nudge his way through a mass of gawking students, and bad in that he was late for class. It could be worse, how he didn’t know. He stood in front of his classroom’s door, he didn't want to step in there and face the music, he wanted to run. Aikawa swallowed a growing lump in his throat and thought 'Just get this over with.' He took the door handle in hand, turned it, and stepped in.

"Mr. Ayumu," the teacher said, "You're laaaa-" the teacher's, along with the whole classroom of students eyes grew wide as jaws went agape. Aikawa stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "Sorry, sir." The professor stammered, "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked. Fellow classmates began to whisper amongst themselves, a few even giggled under their breath. "No, it isn't. It's-" One hundred percent real? Yeah, I'm actually pregnant, "It's, uh . . . A project?" Collective brows went up in surprise, "A project from the . . . Women's Equality Movement. They were giving a small amount of collage tuition money as part of this project. I figured I could use the money. All I had to do is wear one of these  . . . pregnancy suits." The professor looked dumbfounded, "Really now? I never heard of this  Women's Equality Movement before." Aikawa bit the inside of his cheek but keeping his cool outward composure, "They are fairly new. This," he gestured vaguely to his stomach, "is to represent how hard women have it. You know, being pregnant. Some thing men don't really think about." Had he sold the lie? Did he get away with murder? "Seems . . . plausible. How long will this go on?" Heh, try asking someone who knew grandpa. "A few months. They are really harsh about it, they aren't just going to give money away. The worse part about it is that I can't take it off. They have monitors or something on it."

"Very well." Holy fucking shit, he sold the bank on that lie! Pretty good lie that he honestly just thought of. "Take your seat and try not to be late again." "Yes sir." The professor went back to his lecture but no one was listening to his words. Everyone was too busy gawking at Aikawa's new frame. All those eyes were making his face burn red but he tried to ignore it all. Making it to his seat he set his bag on the desktop, closed those fucking curtains,  and tried to take a seat. Tried being the emphasis, these desks were meant for thin Japanese students, not the kind that were pregnant. What space between the actual chair and desk there was barely enough for Aikawa to squeeze into. He actually had to place a hand on the side of his tummy and guide it's way into the spot. Finally getting in, sitting and facing the front took a little more time then he would have wanted. The girl who sat next to Aikawa was staring, but when he glanced over she quickly returned her gaze to the lecturing professor. Aikawa had a feeling that there would be a lot more stares to come.

Someone tapped at his shoulder, Aikawa looked over. Orito, his old best friend, with a folder in hand. "Notes you missed, " he whispered handing them to Aikawa. "Thanks" Aikawa took the folder in hand and placed it on his desk. Opening it the first thing he saw was a sheet of paper with "HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF NAMES YET? LOL"  written in large and heavy letters. Aikawa glared as Orito suppressed a howling laugh.

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End of class and the end of a long day, one of the few pleasures Aikawa had left anymore. Everyone around his were gathering their things and making idel chit-chat before departing, except for Aikawa, who stayed in his seat. The sunlight was still strong outside and he wasn't risking leaving early in his new condition, he could already feel his skin drying out. He wanted to lay his head down on his desk and take a small nap, a nap after today sounded fantastic. "Today seemed to drag on," chirped a voice beside him Aikawa turned his head and looked, Orito, of course, "Must have been even worse for you though, by the looks of it."  Seeing how he wasn't going to get a nap now Aikawa relented and turned his body in his seat to face Orito. "Oh really," He sighed "What could ever make you think that?" Orito leaned against the unoccupied desk behind him, crossed his arms and smirked, "Well, duh, its obvious. Your little project." "I have no idea what you are talking about. Its an absolute joy to have around." Orito laughed, "Sure, sarcasm aside though. You got some balls to actually go through with this. Hey, I bet the ladies will be all over you. Y'know? With you supporting Women's Equality and all that jazz." Aikawa laid his head in his hand, not amused by Orito, "Sure." he grumbled.

Orito pursed his lips, something was a miss here. Sure, Aikawa was always kind of 'down in the dumps', but that's just the kind of person he was, but not this much. He was acting . . . off, like he was hiding something. "Hey, hey. Dude? Buck up! Man, you shouldn't act so gloomy." Orito leaned in toward Aikawa, "Acting this way isn't good for the kid!" he chuckled, giving his friends tummy a pat, much to Aikawa's chagrin. "Don't touch me. . ." he mumbled. "Eh? Why not? Touchy? Hey, this thing feels so real," Orito gave Aikawa a few exploratory pokes, "Seriously, they must have paid top dollar for such a thing." Inside Aikawa belly the baby was stirred from its all day slumber. Something was poking its home, it was didn't sound familiar, their voice was different. As the prodding continued the babe only began to stir more. "Stop. I'm not joking Orito." Aikawa growled. Orito didn't heed his friend's words and continued his charade.

Then it happened. Finally sick of being poked at the babe retaliated and gave its vessels poking attacker a strong kick to the palm. Aikawa felt it, Orito felt it. Aikawa saw it, Orito defiantly saw it. Orito's eyes grew wide as he stumbled backward, stuttering "I-it! IT MOV-," forgetting the desk behind him in his state of shock, Orita hit it, tipping himself and the desk to the classroom floor with a thud and a helpless yelp. Groaning and opening his squeezed shut eyelids, Orito looked up. When did the ceiling became striped? A girls scream erupted throughout the room, "DISGUSTING PERV!" the school girl screamed. Orito wasn't looking at the ceiling, but up a girls skirt. "No! Wait!" "FUCK YOU!" she screamed as she quickly moved to give Orito a good kick or two to the face.

Most students were watching the brutal beat down unfold but others began to ask "What did he say?" I dunno, but it has something to do Aikawa.""Hey, Aikawa, what did you do?"

Aikawa couldn't respond. Inside his head, running like a tape reel was 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. It kicked, he felt it. What the fuck what the fuck!' He looked up from his belly and saw eyes staring down him. He needed to get out, get out fast. Leaving his things behind he got up from his seat and got the hell out of dodge.

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Not one sign of the mate, odd, Osamu was sure he tracked the scent to this school. The Oyabum stood there outside the school waiting to see the cute, pregnant little Zombie but he saw hide nor hair. Growing concerned, Osamu took one last drag from his cigarette, exhaled, and flicked it off the side. He was tired of waiting around, he needed find his mate, see if he was okay. Osamu walked to the doors and forcefully pushed them open. The halls were empty, so it seemed. The air was mingled with various scents of other humans but he singled out Aikawa's easily. He followed the scent throughout the hallways, finally reaching the mens bathroom. Amongst other smells, one was defiantly Aikawa's along with something salty. . .

Tears?

Osamu stepped into the bathroom, hearing the sound of a sniffling. He was crying? Osamu's sweet little mate was crying? "Aikawa," he sounded "Aikawa, I know its you." "Go away, you fucking wolf," Aikawa voiced through a bathroom stall "The last thing I wanna see is your fucking face." Osamu stepped to the stall and put his ear to the door, "Aikawa? What's wrong? What happened?" Aikawa was silent, "You are what happened. . ." He growled, "You, this damn kid of yours. Everything that sucks about life right now is because of you." Osamu's heart dropped a little "You don't mean that." "I do fucking mean it. The door clicked and gave way as Aikawa pulled it open, "You, if it weren't for you I wouldn't be like this. If you kept tabs on that woman of yours. Did she know how much of a raging faggot you are?" What little moisture that was left in Aikawa's body started to well at his eyes, "I bet you didn't fucking care about her, all you cared about was this," Aikawa jabbed a finger at his stomach "You're fucking welp that’s ruining my life, just as bad as you." Osamu looked over the  zombie and then looked away. "You don't mean that. If you did you would have never saved it's life." Aikawa grit and bared his teeth "I didn't know this was going to happen to me!" he yelled, a few tears streaming down his face.

The tension was fierce but the two stayed silent. Osamu brought up on scared hand and wiped tears away with a brush of his thumb "I'm sorry," he whispered, "Calm down, lets talk about this?" Aikawa shoved the wolfs hand away "Why the hell would I talk to you? Any more than I already have?" Osamu shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno, I can carry a conversation quite well, after all I am a raging faggot. My people know how to talk, no?" Aikawa made ro reply, still keeping his vicious glare fixed on the Oyabum's scarred face. "Speak" he finally growled out.

Osamu smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets "Her name was Takara. She ... was the love of my life," he said looking at the tiles of the floor, "No lover had ever touched my heart like she did. She was one of a kind, but so independent." Aikawa looked confused, "Love of your life? But-" "I'm gay? Defiantly. But she had a way of tweaking my being. If you ever had the chance to meet her you'd see why." Aikawa relaxed a bit, in the days he had known the wolf he been nothing but a sick perv. This was a new side of the Oyabum, a much more loving side. "Then why did you use her?" Osamu turned and sat on the counters, he began to tap was few nails he had left on the hard surface, "I never used her. It was ... Family tradition. Family is everything. I needed an heir to my throne, so to speak." Osamu patted the side of the counter next to him. "Take a seat?" Aikawa shook his head, he wasn't going to trust the wolf just yet. "What do you mean by family tradition?"

"Just that. The Mazaki Family is comprised of nothing but werewolves. Marriage is ... set up when we are children. We have to keep the wolf blood thick, otherwise we'd be nothing but regular humans. We scrutinize over genetics. In my case, as pack leader, my bloodlines cannot drop below 75%." Aikawa frowned, "Sounds like a lot of cousin fucking goes on. How is it you aren’t a complete tard? If you're not already." Osamu gave a curt laugh and shook his head, "I like you're humor Aikawa, shall I cut to the chase?" Aikawa nodded.

"Takara was my third cousin. As my future wife she would produce nearly full blood pups. There was enough genetic difference between us that we wouldn't have tards as you say." Osamu dug out his pack of cigarette but then looked up the ceiling "I don't remember smoke detectors being in restrooms when I was a pup." "Times have changed..." Aikawa took that seat offered earlier, his feet and back were starting to get sore, "You still haven't cut to the chase, you keep beating around the bush. Tell me more about her." Osamu frowned, "It's hard too..." he bit his lip, fighting back his emotions "She wasn't a wife to me. Takara was my best friend and I never wanted to use her like that. She loved me you know, like how a sister loves a brother, not like a wife's love toward her husband." Osamu began to tap his nails again "But I am getting up there in age. I needed a son to take my place."

Aikawa quirked his brow "Age? You're like ... thirty something." "Living the life of a Yakuza is deadly. You rarely see one over the age of 50 that still running the streets. I can only hope to live long enough to watch my son take my place." Osamu picked up his tapping hand and hovered it over Aikawa's tummy, looking for permission from the Zombie. Aikawa, reluctantly, nodded his approval. Osamu ran his disfigured hand across Aikawa's rotund middle, smiling warmly with every kick he felt nudge his palm. "I tried to keep tabs on Takara, for the pup's sake. But when a bird is caged it's song will never sound as sweet. Takara hated being pent up, she did what she wanted and no one told her otherwise." Osamu removed his hand from Aikawa, favoring to twiddle his thumbs together. Aikawa placed his own hand where Osamu's had once been, looking at his pregnant middle, "Did you say son?" he spoke. Osamu's weak smile bloomed into a full fledged grin that stretched ear to ear, "Takara hinted that the pup was a boy, but she loved to tease me~" His smiled quickly died down, "It was my fault, her death." he murmured, "If I just watched her more closely, been with her that night... She would have never been killed, my heart wouldn't be broken and your life wouldn't be ruined. It all comes back to my negligence."

Osamu scooted off his seat and walked to the door, "I can't thank you enough Aikawa," he said lightly as he pulled the door open. "Wait," Aikawa spoke up, the wolf paused, looking at the pregnant youth, "You can stop calling me Aikawa, its getting on my nerves. Call me Ayumu." The wolf smirked and nodded, "Ayumu," he said, testing the name out, "You know, this was just a temporary cease fire. I will be back to my old self tomorrow~" "Yeah, I figured as much. . ." Aikawa growled. The Oyabum let of a quick giggle "Toodles Ayumu~" he chirped as he exited the restroom.
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It was late enough now that the suns rays were almost harmless as they quickly began to disappear beneath the horizon. Tired of moping Aikawa exited his hiding spot and gathered his belongings and left. The temperature had dropped and cicadas where singing, this was bliss, no need to fear the outside world now. On his way home it struck Aikawa, he needed to buy pudding. Frustrated, he wondered how much trouble he would be in if he came home empty handed. Then again, Haruna had helped him with his wardrobe, it was the least he could do. Stopping at the nearest convenience store Aikawa combed through the aisles and shelves, looking for the glorious pudding that Haruna desired.

Something caught Aikawa's eye, something that, oddly enough, made his mouth water.

Dog treats. Milkbones. Canned dog foods.

It all looked so appetizing...

Aikawa shook his head, getting his mind out of its dog food daze. The cravings must have finally kicked in, but I couldn't be anything like ice cream and pickles, it had to be dog food. Aikawa walked past the assorted array of doggie goodies and picked up a special gift Haruna was sure to enjoy. Walking past that dog food again, trying his best to ignore the insatiable desire to tear open a bag of treats and eat them in the store. However, he could not ignore the loud grow that emanated from his stomach, he glance over the treats, those biscuits looked amazing. Biting his lip and debating in his head, Aikawa still stood there, looking over that dog food.

'I don't have the money for it' 

'If I bought the cheap ones I should have plenty of money.'

'It's dog food! Humans or, uh, Zombies do not eat dog food!'

'For all I know Zombies eat dog food all the time, and I haven't eaten anything since lunch.'

'Eating this isn't good for the kid.'

'Its a werewolf pup, it probably needs me to eat this stuff.'

Swallowing his doubts Aikawa grabbed a small bag of biscuits and just a few cans of canned meat and plopped it next to the aforementioned pudding. He felt terrible, was he was actually going to buy and eat this stuff?

Hell yes he was.

After exchanging a few awkward glances and money with the cashier Aikawa  exited the store and begun digging through the plastic bag to find his treasure. Pulling out a bag of dog biscuits he felt his mouth water again. Tearing off the top, Ayumu shoved his eager hand into treat bag and grabbed a treat. The scent of it, like meat by-products and soy filler, only added to his desire. He placed the end of the bone shaped cookie between his teeth and bit down. He could help but close his eyes and moan a little due to the sheer bliss that his taste buds were experiencing. Was this what craving felt like? Yeah, he could deal with this. Most definitely.

A cough interrupted his oral pleasure. He glanced over to his side; a young couple stared at the pregnant zombie in a disgusted shock. This was ... highly embarrassing. Ayumu looked at he couple for a second more before slowly turning and walking down the street, still chewing on his dog biscut. He would pretend that never happened, just like a lot of the humiliating things that happened him.

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"What are you doing Haruna?" Sera asked, glancing at all of the clothing piled on the dinning table, making a small clothes mountain. The masuo shoujo didn't take her eyes off her needle work and grumbled "I'm altering Ayumu's pants." A thin black brow raised, altering huh? Sera took a seat at the table, next to the quiet Necromancer, who made no sound and sipped at her tea like usual. Sera picked up a pair of the altered pants and held it up. A soft, elastic fabric replace the cut out zipper. The Vampire Ninja gave the waist a bit of a tug. Haruna cut the top hem of the waist and replaced it with the same soft fabric, to give the Zombie's new pregnant girl hips some wiggle room. "Nice... craftsmanship" Sera muttered. Haruna nodded, "Thanks! Can you believe I did all this by hand? Fucker doesn't own a sewing machine!" Sera smirked and asked "Haruna, did you alter all of the Zombies pants? As in, every last pair in his closet?"

Haruna began to nod again but stopped, her smile fading, "Shit, maybe I shouldn't I have gone this far..." A curt chuckle past the vampire ninja's lips, setting the pair of pants back on the tabletop, "It's the thought that counts, right?" Next to Sera, the Necromancer tapped her notepad, 'She is a bit overzealous in her good intentions.' Haruna set her handiwork in her lap and bit at her lip, "You think he might be mad?" she asked. Sera's shoulders shrugged lazily, "How should I know?"

The door slid open behind the girls, causing each one, except Yuu, to turn and look. 'I'm home," Ayumu said as he stepped into his dining room. Right away did the zombie notice his clothing piled onto the table and the pair of jeans lying in Haruna's lap. "What... What are you doing to my clothes?!" shouted the Zombie. He dropped his groceries on the floor and snagged a pair of his jeans off the table. "I just altered them for you!" shouted the masuo shoujo, "no need for you to get you panties in a knot!" She did indeed alter them, damn near mutilated every single pair! Well, mutilated wasn't the right word. The sewing was superb and no stitch was out of place. Ayumu brushed his thumbs against the soft waistline, this felt much nicer than the hardened hem of his jeans and would give his new tummy growing room. These would work, much better than the safety pins and twine wrapped around the button and its loop that Ayumu was currently using to keep his pants up.

"Haruna," Ayumu spoke, still admiring the tight stitch work, "You did... and amazing job. I never knew you could sew so well." The Masuo Shoujo looked up at the Zombie, a faint blush crossing her little features, "Uh, it was nothing, I am a master class genius. Don't worry about it..." She was embarrassed, how cute. Ayumu patted the top of her head, causing that stray piece of hair to stiffen and then wiggle. "What's this?" Sera voice interrupted the moment. Ayumu looked over his shoulder, in the Vampire Ninja's hand was a small tub of something that Ayumu brought only minutes ago. She examined the plastic container, "What's a gigapuddi?" Ayumu grabbed the tub from Sera's hand, "It's a present for Haruna," he simply said as he disappeared into the kitchen. "A present? Hurry it up I want to see my present!"  the Shoujo yipped, her excitement building up in her small body. Ayumu came back to the dining room, a plate, spoon and the same plastic container in hand. He took his place at the table next to Haruna. He opened the lid of the tub and placed the plate on top, then turned the whole thing upside down. "What kind of gift is this?" Haruna grumbled, "Because so far it sucks." "Just hold on a minute, you don't want it to break do you?" Ayumu gave the top and sides of the plastic tub a few pats, even wiggled its base, "Okay, I think it's safe now. Are you ready?" Haruna nodded her head, "Just do it already!" The other girls were also intrigued and leaned in closer. Ayumu began to lift the tub up and something golden and soft in texture was shown. Haruna's violet eyes widened as soon enough the object of her dreams appeared in front of her.

"I-its..." Haruna couldn't spit of her words as the shock built up inside her.

"It's a gigantic pudding..." Sera droned out. Yuu held up a note, 'Impressive.'

Indeed it was a gigantic pudding. It's still quivering sides jiggled, it's sugary surface gleaming in the light. Haruna smiled, so much so that her face could have very well ripped in two. "It's beautiful!" she squeaked out. Then, out of no where, the masuo shoujo hugged the zombie at her side. "Thank you, Ayumu!" she squealed, "This is awesome!" Ayumu let a small smile form on his own lips, he patted her head once more. "You're welcome, but don't eat it all or-" Ayumu words went on deaf ears as the Shoujo let her embrace go and began to tear into the pudding mound with much ferocity. "You're gonna ruin you appetite for dinner..." Ayumu said. Haruna shook her head and swallowed a large mouthful of pudding, "Don't care, this is my dinner."
As Ayumu's attention was focused on Haruna he failed to notice Sera go digging through his grocery bag. She plucked out the biscut bag, noticing it was open and half empty. "Hey, Zombie," she said, Ayumu look toward her and went pale as he saw her holding the dog biscuit bag, "what's with the dog treats, you peice of shit?" Ayumu leaned over the table and snatched both items away from the vampire ninja, "It's nothing!" he shouted while clutching his treats to his chest. He tried to get up from his spot as fast as he could, still having a death grip on his bag. "If you excuse me, I gotta make dinner." He scrambled out of the dinning room, quick to escape further embarrassment. "He's eating dog food, isn't he?" Sera asked. Yuu held up another note, "The cravings have set in." Sera grimaced, wrinkling her nose a bit, "But dog food? That absolutely disgusting!" Yuu hummed and wrote another note. 'The child is a werewolf. I'm surprised he didn't bring home a dead animal.' Sera waved away the note, turning a bit green in the face, "Absolutely revolting!" Across the table Haruna nodded, "Ch'yeah dat's prerry grwose" she said with a full mouth, making Sera turn a wee bit  greener.

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There is more to come. Croyd and I ... just haven't typed anything up... WE HAVE IDEAS MIND YOU. It's just that he works and I'm a full time student. It's a poor excuse but hey, we have our priorities.



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