The noise in the bar rose and fell at intervals around her, and no one but those closest in proximity seemed to mind, or even notice, that a woman half-naked, well, completely naked save for the white sheet she was clutching to with a grip that could only be produced from rage, was standing in the room. Nevertheless, she stood there, staring down at the two, one with the burning rage of a thousand crossed women with PMS, and the other with pity for having to have known the first for so very, very long. Really, Atachii felt for Niaaki, and almost respected him for being able to put up with Yuuki for so long. Mostly, though, she wondered how much he must drink to deal with it… Which would help explain the ease with which he had slipped into a feminine charge to caress free drinks out of all-too-willing men. Right now, Atachii was wishing she hadn’t stepped a foot within the bar at all.
At her words, Niaaki was literally flung from his chair, and sprawled on the floor, and Atachii could tell that Yuuki… Hadn’t caught on. Good gods, this man was dense! And… She was pregnant with his child. Every time the thought popped into her head, she became a little bit more homicidal, and the prospect of breaking something over Yuuki’s head became more and more appealing, not that it would affect any of his capacities. “No! I don’t need water, you… Ugh!� Atachii was seriously considering it, when Yuuki pushed her into a chair and adjusted her ‘clothing’. It was all she could do to keep from clawing his eyes out, he was so close! So close! But, no… She didn’t do it. Damn her and having a conscience. As Atachii watched Yuuki walk away, she couldn’t keep the stunned expression from her face as she turned to Niaaki.
“He… Really doesn’t get it, does he?� Her green eyes turned to the dirty tabletop, home to the glasses of drunkards, the dirty hands of fatigue, and now to her confusion. She really was at a loss as to what to do with… All this. “Oh god… What am I going to do?�
Already, her abilities were beginning to take on a mind of their own, and her control was only going to drown further within her mind as the child came to term. It was a well known side effect of pregnancy for mages, and it was not something she was looking forward to dealing with. Hers’ were already starting to go haywire, and she didn’t want to imagine what it would be like when everything she wandered by began lighting on fire, or she started to cause the room to shake and tilt. And, worse yet, now she had a permanent attachment to… She shuddered. Yuuki. With a saddened laugh, she let her head drop to the wooden tabletop, and realized just how hard it was.
Rubbing her forehead, she watched as Yuuki returned in all his oblivious glory. The look on his face said it all, it had sunk in, and for some strange reason, Atachii couldn’t help but smile. She quickly fixed that, though, and stared at him with the most blank expression as he leaned over to inquire as to whether or not their rampant, drunk affair had held any fertility. And, she almost let her head fall into the table again with laughter. Looking up, she glared into Yuuki’s eyes, her voice blunt, her smile not matching the look in her own eyes.
“Yes, Yuuki, I’m pregnant, and, no, I don’t need a doctor,� she paused, leaning back into her chair and letting herself think for a moment, but she didn’t much like what was going on in her head. “By the way, Yuuki, what did you do with my clothes? I don’t really like wearing this sheet… I have a feeling it’s kinda dirty.�
Atachii looked over toward the bar, and gestured with an irritated hand movement for some sort of cold drink to head her way. The bartender nodded and turned away, and she could only assume that he understood, and that her alcohol would find its way here. But… And, it hit again. Should she really be drinking anything now? But, gods, she wanted to drink so badly. But, she was pregnant, now and she was going to be a mother soon. As the thought pulsed through her head, like a blaze that suddenly stuck and slowed, she mulled the word over again and again. Mother. It sounded so foreign now, it was foreign, never before had it had any personal connotation to her, and now… It was her.
Atachii’s skin paled and she looked at Yuuki. And, he was the father. And, they were having a child. And… Now, it seemed real. She turned in her chair, her pale skin clammy, and rested her head in her hands, elbows on her knees, letting thin fingers run through her rebellious brown hair, tossed in rampant curls, and stared at the floor, her voice low.
“Oh god…� She swallowed. “I’m not feeling too great, right now.�