Running down the endless hallways, Yata screamed for help. He tried to lose his attacker by making every turn, running down different floors and screaming for help when he felt there was enough distance between them. Though he had been in the hospital for weeks, this didn't damage his escape methods and abilities.

Yata was used to running. He knew how to outrun men who were bigger and faster than him. He was unstoppable with his skateboard and bat in hand. Using both to their full potential allowed men to fall to their knees, and he stood tall.

But this was different. He would have never screamed for help for before. But now he screamed to anyone. He screamed for help and his eyes scanned the halls for anyone.

He screamed again to the point where his voice cracked and echoed through the hallway. His heart dropped when he heard the door to the end of the hallway open. The attacker was getting closer.

Adrenaline pumped his fearful body, and he made a sharp turn towards his room. If he could get his skateboard he could escape the enemy. The idea of riding his skateboard while pregnant didn't even enter his mind.

Riding his skateboard was as familiar as running on his own two feet. There was more danger in this building than riding a skateboard. He needed to get out of here and get him and his child to safety. Running down another hallway, he cursed to himself when again no nurse or worker was seen.

Where the hell was everyone? The building was abandoned and everyone seemed to have just vanished. The entire scene hurt Yata's chest and made him run faster.

This was a cat and mouse chase. And for once he truly felt like a mouse.

He was about to jump down a flight of stairs when a hand grabbed the collar of his shirt. The pull was ruthless and took Yata off his feet and left him dangling in the air. Frantic now, he kicked and threw his elbows at all the vital spots of the body behind him. But none of them hit their mark and his attacker wrapped one hand around his neck.

Fear and panic began to seize Yata and with one last effort, he reeled his head back. Pain erupted at the back of his skull, but he ignored it and instead focused on the enemy's hand that was now loosening its hold on his collar. Propelling his body forward he freed himself and sprinted to the stairs.

He should have jumped down the stairs.

He shouldn't have left himself so open for an attack. But he was terrified for the safety of his child. He needed to get his hands on a weapon. He wasn't thinking straight. And that was his downfall.

He barely made it down one step before a blow to his ribs took his breath away and made him loose his footing. He barely had time to wrap his arms around his stomach and turn his body before he was falling.

His back and head took the blow of the fall and the only thought that ran through his mind was protecting his stomach. His fall finally ended with his head on the floor and the rest of his body still sprawled out on the stairs.

Pain was spreading throughout his body and he couldn't feel his lower part of his body. But he still turned himself to his side and pulled himself across the floor.

His body had one motive.

Get him and his child out of there. Go to somewhere safe.

He dragged himself only to the edge of the stairway before his attacker finally stopped his pitiful attempt at escaping. He let out another yell for help before a hand gripped him by the hair and dragged him to the middle of the hallway.

It was only when hands gripped his neck, did Yata finally see his attacker. A white mask that only gave away two piercing green eyes.

Yata tried to move his legs in one last attempt to defend himself, but to his horror he found that his legs wouldn't move. Instead a sharp pain shot through the bottom of his feet to his lower back. He cried out in pain, but was cut off by the hands now crushing his neck.

Yata felt his eyes widen in a mixture of fear and horror, and his body instantly moved. His hands grabbed at his attacker's and tried to pry them off his neck. Yata felt tears running down his face when he realized that he couldn't defend himself.

He couldn't defend his child. Once again he failed to protect someone.

Consciousness slipping, Yata couldn't believe this was happening. How could everyone in the hospital vanish to the point no one heard his screams? How the hell did someone come onto the roof?

How could he fail to protect his child?

Opening his eyes one last time, Yata felt warm tears slide down his face. He looked away from his attacker and instead to the hallway. Because at that moment he heard something incredible.

"Misaki! What happened to him?"

The angry yells continued and the hands at his neck vanished. Instead a hand was now holding his head, while the other was centered on his stomach.

"I need a stretcher!"

"Yata can you respond."

Blinking his eyes, Yata looked up to see a familiar face. Looking to his side he saw several nurses running towards him, pushing a stretcher. His mind also fuzzily noted that his skateboard was now lying abandoned in the hallway.

He felt more hands on his face, and soon a mask was being pressed onto his face. The hands on his stomach pressed down and a wave of pain hit him. Flinching away from the hands caused more hands to hold him down. Panic was beginning to seize him and his eyes roamed around him, still trying to look for the masked figure.

But all he saw was nurses, Saru and a familiar doctor. He struggled to get up and tell Saru to get him the fuck out of here. Out of the hospital, somewhere safe. Away from the man with the mask. He called out to him, but was cut off when he screamed in pain.

His voice was drowned with pain, and he felt something prick his side. He didn't understand what was going on. It was too much, and he understood to little. He looked up to Saru and tried to get his attention, but the walls and floor were waving. He was fading in and out and his hand shot to the others.

Above him voices yelled, but he could only blink. Something was dripping down into his eyes, and it was only thanks to a hand swiping the mysterious liquid away did he get to open his eyes one last time.

He wished he never opened them, because his view was filled with nothing but a bloody hand. His stomach dropped and a cry came out of him as the pain doubled. This time it was centered on his stomach.

"Prep a room. Something's wrong."

The last pain Yata felt before he drifted off, were hands grabbing him and lifting him.

~Until We Bleed~

Coming into consciousness came as fast and confusing as falling out of it. The first thing that came into his mind was the state of numbness his body was in. The only part he was able to move was his head, which he did so at a slow painful rate. Turning his head, he winced when he felt a tug at his nose.

Now that he was becoming more awake, he began to be aware of the several tubes and wires that were on his body. He also felt the aching pain in his stomach. His breathing stilled when he fully realized the impact of the location of intense pain.

The baby.

What happened to the baby?

Numb hands reached for his stomach, but were stopped. A strong hand gripped them and pushed them away. Anger, confusion and fear consumed Yata and looked to see who had stopped him.

An enraged Saru was standing above him. Yata pulled his hands away from the other's grip and though he was afraid to know the answer he asked. "What happened?" He demanded but more or less croaked. He needed to know. He couldn't remember anything and when he tried to recall what could have happened a sharp pain consumed his head.

The room was filled with tension, the entire time Saru staring at Yata in a mixture of anger and disbelief. Finally in a cold clipped tone he revealed to Yata. "We lost a child."

The room was silent until the sound of increasing sounds from the machine filled the room. Yata stared in horror at Saru, and the other relentlessly continued. "You were pregnant with two growing fetuses, and your fall from your skateboard lost one of them."

Yata listened but shook his head when Saru finished. Frantically he yelled. "Fall? When did I fall?"

The third in command looked down at him, and glanced at his bandaged head. He was filled with anger and couldn't stand looking at the other for too long. He listened to the other's panicked yells.

"Two. There was two! I killed one of them!" He didn't reply to any of the frantic yells, as he was afraid what he would say to the person who chose skateboarding over the safety of their children. Consumed in his own grief and anger he turned his back to the other and left the room.

Yata now alone, couldn't breathe and felt tears falling down his face. But he didn't wipe them away, his tears were not his concern. The only thing that ran through his mind was the fact that he killed one of his children.

His worst nightmare had come true.

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I swear the reviews that tell me they like this version of Mpreg make me want to cry with relief. Seriously you dont know how much I love those reviews!

I'm so sorry I took so long with updating, but I've decided to do shorter chapters so there can be more frequent updates.

I know this chapter is very different from previous ones, but that was my intention. I want the audience to be just as confused as Yata. Now the plot will finally begin and we are going to enter a new stage of the story. Thank you for everyone who stayed this long, I love you guys and am determined to finish this Mpreg fic for you guys.

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