Blue Star

Blue Star Arc

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Chapter One: Emerald Smile

Warnings: YAOI LEMON, male preggie fic.

Pairings: Seto/Jou (can yah guess which one gets preggie?)

Notes: This came from an inspiration I got when reading another preggy fic, which was so gracelessly titled ‘The First Yu-Gi-Oh Preggy Fic Ever’. I kinda figured there needed to be more of them out there, kinda how I decided that Rex/Weevil fics were the new ‘in’ thing. Oh, and the beginning of this is really weird, even to me, so just bare with the whole ‘will you marry me’ gig until the actual story gets under way and I promise you it will get better.

Thanks: To NEB cuz he’s a doosh and helped me bounce ideas for this story line.

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

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I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, leaning back in the leather back chair and tapping my foot impatiently. Jou was late, again.

With my other hand I fingered the small box in my pocket nervously, looking at the clock on the wall and trying to calm my anxiousness. Yesterday had been my little lover’s 24th birthday, and I realized now how we had all grown up over the past few years. It was all so different, most of us paired off and settling down.

Yu-Gi had taken over his grandfather’s game shop after the kindly old man had passed away quietly just last year, and we had all been to his and Yami’s wedding the two years before that. Even on the low budget (they refused to take my offered money mind you) it had still been a beautiful service, mostly a more traditional American style ceremony but still influenced by bits and pieces of the Ancient Egyptian ritual, per request from the Pharaoh. But they weren’t the only ones; even before that and right after the younger ones of the group had finally graduated high school Ryou and Bakura had been married as well, being the first out of all of us to do so. I had always pictured Yu-Gi and Yami being the first, but from what Jou had over-heard Ryou had wanted to get Bakura to do it and be bonded to the guy completely as if by some strange chance the spirit would leave or start abusing him again.

If you’d seen the spirit now you’d never have known he used to treat Ryou like his personal slave.

Now, I had heard rumors that the infamous Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood were a thing, but never really looked into it further than gossip by the locals. Like everyone else though, I had matured enough to focus more on things that were most important to me, like my little brother and Jou, my puppy.

It had taken so long to actually get the chance to open up to the spunky blonde, but I had gotten lucky, and he had come to me first. I still remember that day too, so clearly that if I had told you everything in detail I’d be able to get down to the way the clouds looked crossing across the slowly setting, scarlet sunset. I was obsessed, sue me. But I was also in love, something I could never have pictured myself being in, and of all people I had fallen hard for someone I used to think was nothing more than a preppy little punk, let alone a nother man. To look at myself now, getting ready to make the biggest, most important step of my life, emotionally, mentally and physically, I almost laughed. This was the ‘no turning back’ point that everyone talks about, that Yami had talked to me about for hours over the phone the night before he had proposed to his hikari. At first he hadn’t known what to do in these modern times, and then it was the guilty ‘what if he says no?’ worry that very nearly drove me insane.

I shake my head and grin softly at the small, round table of the French restaurant I had picked for tonight’s dinner. It might have just been my stressed imagination getting carried away from me that was making Jou seem impossibly late, but I was still feeling that impending notion that I should just forget the whole thing and make it seem like this was just for dinner.

I almost slapped myself for thinking like that.

I had not come this far to throw it out the window…yet, and I feel myself pale as the person who held my heart hostage walked into the fancy diner. He was wearing black dress pants, his matching jacket under his arm and the copper silk shirt unbuttoned at the top. He worked with me, as an intern working his way through college until he could either find a better position at Kaiba Corp. or a different job. I was proud of him, having come all this way.

I managed to smile as he sat down across from me and heaved a heavy, tired sigh.

“Wow, Nora has to be the biggest bitch in the world. Remind me to thank you later for sticking me in her sector.” He huffed sarcastically; closing his eyes for a moment and running a hand through his somewhat tame golden hair.

“Hey, I had no control over that and you know it. Why don’t you order something and relax.”

He smiled for a moment, just gazing towards me before picking up his menu. I noticed with some amount of amusement he still had the habit of sitting the menu up on the table as if it were a foldout wall and sipped at the Martini I had bought before he had arrived. I needed the liquor damnit, what self-respecting man wouldn’t in the few moments before he was either to be accepted and die of joy or rejected and die of misery?

“I want a White Russian. I haven’t hade one of those in a year, well, not an exceptionally good tasting one that is.” I heard him mumble, and waved down our waitress so that he could tell her instead of his menu.

Once she left with the orders for both drink and food I felt the fall of a thick, uncertain silence stretch between us and shifted in my now uncomfortable seat. I noticed Jou’s eyes on me, suspicious, and that only furthered to increase my restlessness. What IF he said no?

“Seto? You ok?” He asked softly, and I meet his eyes, biting the inside of my lip.
”Yeah. Why do you ask?”
”You’re just so quiet, I guess.”

He shrugged and I reached across the table to take his hand gently. We had been together for almost eight years this week, our anniversary would be coming up this Saturday, and I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I had been hinting at a special surprise for this year, but that’s why I was doing this tonight, to throw him off track and hopefully get a true answer not just one he ‘thinks’ is the right choice, but one his heart makes instead.

“Jou? I know we’ve been together for a while, and I love you with all my heart, but I need to hear you say you love me again.”
He gripped my hand tighter and leant across the table so that we were both leaning towards each other, and he whispered, “Of course I love you Seto, more than anyone could ever possibly decipher. Tell me what’s wrong?”

I smile and run my free hand into my pocket, holding the velvet box in a loose fist. “Well, I kinda got this thing that’s been sitting in my pocket all day, burning a hole in my brand new pants, and its kinda demanding,” here is where I move to the floor, rather gracefully I must say with how jumpy I am, still holding his hand, “that I ask you to marry me.”

I finish by holding open the small case and nearly choke to death on my own heart when he gasps quietly, sitting up straight and edging towards the end of his seat. The suspense gnaws at my insides, before a blissful smile crosses his face, warm amber eyes moving to meet mine even as they watered and he came down to the floor with me. He had flung his arms around my neck and was nearly sobbing the word ‘yes’ into my shoulder repeatedly. Without hesitation now I take the silver band, threaded with pure gold and slip it onto his right ring finger, almost in tears myself from how happy my beloved looked. His contentment was my main goal for the past few years, and now it was cemented.

If there was one thing I had done right in my life this was the one I was most proud of. It felt like a weight had been taken off of my chest, the knowledge that Jounouchi Katsuya was now going to be Jounouchi Kaiba flooded my senses until I couldn’t stand it and started to laugh, holding Jou firmly to my chest for a moment longer before the floor no longer deemed comfortable.

I was so tickled when he moved his chair closer to mine, and actually cuddled into my side, my arm automatically encircling his shoulders as he lie his head on my shoulder. I noticed, with a swell of satisfaction how he kept looking at his ring, spinning his hand slowly as if on display, and continually sighed contently.

I caught the hand he was in awe with and brought it to my lips to kiss his fingers tenderly, causing him to look up at me with a watery smile displayed on his face and I couldn’t help but kiss his lips as well.

If God had created a more beautiful, perfect day to have ever had happened to any of his humans, then today was mine, and as I sat there, breathing in Jou’s soft smelling, lavender shampoo, I realized how lucky I really was.

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TBC

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Yeah, sorry so short, I just had to get this part out of the way. I’m still debating on whether I should actually go through and describe the wedding or skip it and the next chapter starts on their honeymoon. (Yes, there will be juicy lemons in this fic as well, but not just in the honeymoon either).

You guys tell me, I’m kinda stuck.