Vampyre Neko: I'd be glad to help you out...though I fear you wrote a Takao/Kai ne? -tries not to shudder-

It's my birthday today! -grins- And what am I doing on it? Writing for all of you's.

Disclaimer: -campaigns- I should own Beyblade to eliminate those horrible hints of nasty pairings we see...-looses the election-

-=Chapter 12, Epilogue=-

''Ouch...''

''Does it still hurt?''

''Yes it still fucking hurts!'' Bryan snapped, taking a deep breath to calm himself and ensued his outburst with a small sorry barely audible.

''The doctors will be here soon.'' Tala tried to comfort; keeping himself from going crazy as well with the constant mood swings he'd endured all morning long.

It had been torturous and Bryan was feeling murderous. Women were given first signs of the baby's readiness with contractions a while ahead of the actual birth and their water broke. The latter option was one he was thankful he wouldn't suffer through.

The younger Russian hadn't received any warnings till recently though he knew by dates that his nine months we're up, even surpassing it by a few days that the doctor deemed perfectly normal.

In this rare occurrence the doctor Mr. Petrov would perform the cesareans in their own home due to the fact that his case would cause an uproar in the hospital as well as publicly.

Vadim had also declared that he would retire and the male pregnancy, still oblivious to the world would be his last medical procedure. He had indeed seen more than enough in his long life time of practice.

When Bryan began complaining of constant abdominal pain well it was declared that he'd be ready for surgery. It would in fact be complicated and the other doctor would be Dimitriev to aid for a clean operation without any flaws.

How the team of doctors managed was still a mystery to both young lads as they worked discretely, hiding their tracks as to leave no suspicion.

The boys had been more then thankful for the discretion and as the big day neared, mixed emotions surfaced; a combination of fear and anxiety.

When the doorbell sounded, Bryan's heart practically stopped and Tala worriedly got up and answered, finding both adult men at the door with large bags in each hand.

He welcomed them inside, directing them to the living room as they followed, both smiling at the sight of Bryan.

''How are we feeling today?'' Petrov was the first to ask, his smile disappearing with the glare of pure intensity he was receiving. ''Painful I assume?'' He barely got a nod out of the boy, whose hands we're dug into the sofa, gripping onto the cushions till his knuckles turned white.

''For someone with two children to bear, you're stomach hasn't gotten quite big.'' Dimitriev had remarked, his bags being placed on the ground with a soft thud.

He was accurate and Bryan knew that. He assumed his stomach would become much larger like he'd seen with other women but his own had remained fairly small, though still obvious with it's round shaping. Yet it was still to his discontent that it was there in the first place but it could have been much worst.

''There's no point in delaying this. We must commence as soon as possible to avoid internal damaging.'' The younger medical man continued, bending down to begin removing is equipment.

''I agree. Boys there are still great risks here. We aren't sure of the odds but if there's anything either of you's wants to say to each other. Please do so now.'' It was said with much regret as the elder, now almost retired man left them alone, bringing his companion to sort out their mess in the kitchen.

Tala had shifted uncomfortably, sitting beside Bryan as the words he'd listened too; spoken so awkwardly serious we're taking their toll on him. He tried not to sniffle, lifting a hand to rub the falling tears overflowing from his eyes but felt Bryan's hand stop his own.

''It's alright to cry.''

When Tala looked up at him, he tried again desperately not to sob but failed, wrapping his arms around Bryan, clinging onto him as he cried.

''I don't want to loose you.'' He whispered sadly, biting his bottom lip as it trembled.

''I'm not going anywhere.'' Bryan had returned the embrace, annoyed with his pain but the one in his heart was more overwhelming. ''I'm going to walk out of this and we're going to have twins.'' He said confidently, a hand running over his red-head's back soothingly.

''I love you so much Bry'' He looked up at him, his blue eyes glossy like the purest of water as it leaked it's substance down his ivory cheeks, tainted a faint red.

''Love you too Tal.'' He'd kissed him tenderly, praying that it wouldn't be the last one they'd ever share.

When the doctors we're ready and changed into their pale green outfits finished off with their glasses securely on the bridge of their noses and plastic gloves slipped on, they returned to the living room.

''Ready Bryan?''

They looked over the couple as Tala untangled himself from around his love, sniffling a bit more, regaining his composure. Bryan nodded in response, resuming his deep breathing as he sat on the makeshift bed they were told to make.

Petrov had sat down with him, a syringe in hand and a disinfectant for his arm where the needles tip would pierce the skin.

''You're going to feel drowsy at first, just relax and don't fight the drug from working and when you wake up, this will all be over with.''

The lavender-haired boy hissed, trying not to tense his arm as the sharpened tip had gone through his flesh, the clear liquid being injected into his vein.

Tala was on his knees beside him, their hands still laced together as he felt a small squeeze then no reaction when the needle was removed. His eyes we're still clouded and the wetness blurred his vision as he watched on, waiting for Bryan's reaction.

Thier gaze met, the paler lilac one hazy as he blinked, his surroundings becoming darker as a slow nothingness consumed him. His heavy body began to tilt though Tala caught him and laid him down gently.

''You're more then welcome to watch.'' The doctor offered but Tala declined with the shake of his head, looking back at his fallen love as more tears rushed to his eyes.

His feet lead him to the kitchen where he cried, leaning against the cupboards till he slid down them, leaving him huddled in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest.

He just wanted it to be all over and not loose the one person that meant the world to him. The lives of his children, he thought wasn't worth the exchange of Bryan's no matter how selfish it sounded. That was how much he cared.

''HE STARTED IT!'' Was the loud shrieking yell that rang through the house, the walls barely containing the loud tattle, letting the hallway and neighbors tune in on the current events.

''DID NOT!'' Came the retort, a bit deeper and more masculine but still as ear hurting and head pounding.

Trying to ignore the sounds was virtually impossible even sleeping or with ear plugs. It was always constant, every day the same routine occurring sometimes more violent which resulted in the separation of the children and time-outs in different corners.

The screaming commenced in the living room but even the kitchen across the hall divided both areas was still no safe haven from the noise. You couldn't be free from the arguing no matter where you tried to hide.

Though he'd gotten used to it, accustom not by choice but for sanity reasons. His head was throbbing as he rubbed his temples, trying to focus on not burning the toast frying on the pan with the cheese melting between both slices. He sighed and when the food was ready, took out a set of plates and tossed the hot food onto them.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before bellowing aloud ''LUNCH IS SERVED!''

Within fractions of seconds two sets of legs came racing along the tiled floors, no pushing no shoving but at lightening speed.

''Thank you daddy.'' Both voices, deeper and softer chorused together, taking their plates and sitting down at the table.

''Mmm, grilled cheese is good daddy.'' The young girl liked her lips, taking in another mouthful of food.

''That's because daddy's a professional now princess.'' The chef extraordinaire smirked in his own boastfulness as the kids laughed at him.

''Daddy Tala only thinks he's good.'' Another voice floated into the room teasingly with its owner leaning up against the wall, looking as if he too was suffering from another headache the troublesome duo caused.

''But Bry you know I'm good at other things.'' Tala's grin was more playful, hinting his amusement even though he could feel the dull throbbing in his head lingering.

He walked up to Bryan and kissed him, earning themselves commentary from the eating audience.

''Get a room!'' The small boy made a sour face, his voice muffled by the chewed food stuffed in his cheeks.

His princess giggled as Tala stuck his tongue out as his son, receiving the same gesture with crumbs of toast still on his own wet tongue.

''Eww!'' She pointed at her brother who turned his half eaten food in his mouth towards her as he tried to smirk at her disgusted look.

''Stop that both of you's. Eat properly.'' Bryan sighed, sitting down in the chair between the twins to keep them from brawling at the table.

Tala smiled at their gestures, leaning against the counter, almost jumping out of his skin when the phone rang. Bryan met his confused glance, gesturing to pick up the phone so the red-head did so, talking into it a bit hesitantly. After all, not many people knew of their home number.

''Hello Tala. Long time no talk...''

-=Ende=-

I can't believe I'm going to end it like that. I'm such a horrible person but it's so fun to leave you all in suspense like that!

I'm happy to have finished yet another fic and the sequel will be underway shortly. You all have to be patient reviewers for a while!

Review!! Please...