Okay, so this is my new little project.:P This is an "unlikely" pair and I actually really like the thought of this couple. It's kind of. . . I don't know. So, on with chapter one! Enjoy!:P

Shizuru's eyes fluttered open and she squinted as the sun shined in her face through her bedroom window. She sat up and stretched, extended her slender arms high above her head. She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. Today was going to be a great day; she could feel it in her bones.

Her smile faded suddenly as a wave of nausea hit her full on. She cupped a hand over her mouth, gagging. She could feel the vomit rising up her throat, burning her mouth with that awful taste. She tossed back the blankets and quickly made her way to the bathroom.

She flung the bathroom door open and fell to her knees, clutching the cold white porcelain of the toilet bowl in her hands as she dipped her head inside and let one of the most disgusting bodily function happen. She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she breathed heavily.

She lurched forward again as more vomit came up. Her eyes watered and she coughed, praying that she wouldn't throw up again. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped her mouth then the toilet seat, groaning softly. She heard familiar hard footsteps followed by the familiar tinkle of a bell from a cat collar.

She looked to the open door to see the sleepy six foot three frame of her baby brother standing there. He rubbed his eye with a fist, a can of cat food in his other hand. Her face twisted as she got a whiff of the open can. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she threw up once more. This was crazy – where was all this up-chuck coming from? She hadn't eaten since dinner the night before.

"Shizuru?" Kuwabara asked, blinking. "You all right?"

She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes burning with anger. He could be so stupid sometimes! All she really wanted was for him to get that can of cat food away from her. Oh, God, why was this happening?

"Oh, yeah, Kazuma. I'm fine, don't worry about me!" She said sarcastically. "Get that away from me!"

She flung her arm out, gesturing to the can of cat food in his hand. Kuwabara nodded and walked away from the bathroom. Shizuru could hear Eikichi meowing as Kuwabara put the food in his bowl, the bell on his collar tinkling. She could hear him talking softly to his cat, mumbling in baby talk.

She draped herself over the toilet, being careful as to not get her hair in the bowl. She reached up and flushed the toilet, the loud noise of the water swirling away echoing in her ears. She closed her eyes, hearing her brother walking back to the bathroom.

"Sis, are you okay?"

Shizuru opened her eyes again, looking right at Kuwabara. She forced a smile and sat up. She motioned for him to come towards her and he did cautiously as if he were afraid that she would hit him. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to his knee so they were face to face.

"Hold my hair back."

It was the flu. That's what Shizuru and Kuwabara had decided. Well, actually, Kuwabara had suggested and Shizuru had decided. She spent the rest of the day in bed, the blankets over her head and the curtains drawn. Kuwabara would come in occasionally to check on her, ask her if she needed anything.

"Tea." She would croak from under the blankets. "Gimme tea."

Kuwabara would nod to himself the go make his older sister some tea, running back and forth to see if she wanted anything in it.

"Sugar." She mumbled, covering her head with her pillow. "Maybe a little honey."

He would nod again then add the sugar and honey to her hot tea. He carefully walked to her room, watching the tea and hoping that it wouldn't spill. He tapped on her bedroom door softly with his knuckles, watching her stir under the blankets.

"Sit up, I got your tea."

She would sit up, her back against the headboard, and take the tea from him. She would smile and whisper a 'thank you'. He would mumble a 'welcome' then leave the room.

Her hand shook as she reached out to set the mug down on her bedside table. Another wave of nausea hit her and she struggled to get up, her body twisted in her blankets. She tried hard to keep it down long enough to shout.

"Bucket!"

She heard Kuwabara running around the apartment then looked up to see him running in with a big silver bowl in hands. She snatched it from him and leaned over the side of the bed, cursing as she threw up. Kuwabara sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her back.

"D'ya need some medicine?" He asked, watching her move a strand of hair out of her face. "Some Nyquil or somethin'?"

"We don't have any," She mumbled, setting the bowl on the ground.

She fell back on her bed, sighing deeply as she closed her eyes tightly. Kuwabara stared at her for a moment then stood.

"I'll go get some!"

She opened an eye to see her brother in his 'hero stance', his chest puffed out and his hands balled up into fists on his hips. She smiled to herself, closing her eye again.

"Take a ten from my purse." She said softly. "And hurry."

He smiled triumphantly then left her room. A few minutes later, she heard the front door slam. She drifted off to sleep, a small smile on her face.

The cool breeze whipped through the trees, making them lean to the side. She stood against a tree, the breeze making her hair flow into her face. She smiled then looked off the horizon. Her smiled widened as she saw the black figure walking towards her, the wind making his hair dance like the flame of a candle. When he was close enough for her to see all of him, his facial features with that seldom smile and those piercing eyes that made her melt inside whenever he looked at her, he ran to her.

"I really can't stand to be away from you for longer than three minutes." He said, smiling at her. "Scratch that, it's more like three seconds."

She laughed as he sat down at the base of the tree, leaning against it. He patted the spot next to him and she sat down, enjoying being in his presence. He looked at her lovingly as he rubbed her thigh. She smiled, leaning closer to him. She was taken by surprise when he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

It was sloppy and inexperienced yet sexy and dominant – exactly how their first kiss had been like. She wasn't sure if she had been his first kiss or if that was just the way he kissed.

He pulled away, looking at her. He opened his mouth to speak; she knew what he was going to say. She watched as his mouth formed the words, those three magic wonderful words –

"Shizuru!" Kuwabara boomed, shaking her. "I'm back!"

She groaned, sitting up and holding her head. She narrowed her eyes at him, angry that he had ruined her dream at the best part.

"Well, good job. Do you want a fucking medal?"

He ignored her sarcasm insult and picked up the clear cap filled with the bluish green liquid from her bedside table. He handed it to her and at first she stared at it. He had taken the bottled from its little cardboard box and had measured the right amount for her. She smiled, thankful for her brother.

She took it and down it, making a face. He handed her a glass of water.

"Here."

She sipped at the water, grateful for her brother. He looked at her, his eyebrows quirked up in a concerned and worried way.

"Don't worry about me." She said. "It's just the flu, remember?"

"I know, but . . . still." He eyed the vomit filled bowl, grimaced then looked at her. "Do you think that a hot shower or somethin' would make you feel better?"

"I don't know." She smiled to herself at the thought. "That actually sounds really nice."

She got out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe. She looked back at her brother, smiling at him. She actually felt a bit better! She turned to leave then room but stopped when Kuwabara started talking.

"What do you want for dinner?"

She covered her mouth. Ugh, food! That was the last thing on her mind. She rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She flung herself at the toilet and once more, multicolored sick smelling chucks were spewed into the porcelain bowl. She whimpered softly, lifting herself up. A knock on the door made her look over.

"Are you okay in there?" Kuwabara's muffled voice asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, Kazuma! I'm all right." She answered. "I'll be out in a while, I'm gonna take a shower."

She heard his hard footsteps walking away from the bathroom and going into the living. She heard the familiar creak of their old couch made whenever someone sat down. She sighed, shaking her head. She stood up and started a nice warm shower.

She stripped then stepped into the steamy hot shower. She dipped her head back, wetting her hair. The hot water calmed her, the steam billowing around her. She grabbed the body wash and popped back the cap with her thumb, the shower suddenly smelling like jasmine.

"I love that," He had whispered against her skin, kissing her shoulder as his hand slid down the side of her body. "Don't ever stop using it."

Shizuru's body shivered as she thought back to that night, hearing his words, feeling his hand on her, and smelling that woodsy scent of his. She ran her hands up her body, remembering. She touched the base of her neck, remembering his lips there, his teeth.

"You're mine." He had whispered right before he sunk his teeth into her.

She smiled to herself as she washed her body. She stopped suddenly when she got to her breasts. They felt . . . sensitive, heavy, tingly. She gasped then, her eyes wide. She washed herself off then turned off the water. She stumbled as she got out of the shower, grabbing her bathrobe. Quickly, she put it on, trying the sash tightly around her waist. She ran into the living room to see Kuwabara and Yusuke sitting on the couch. They looked at her, startled. She looked as scared as she felt, her eyes wide and her chest heaving.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to Botan . . . now!"

Botan sat across from Shizuru, sipping at her tea. The two sat outside a little café. She looked over the rim of her cup at Shizuru, letting her friend's words sink in.

Shizuru could trust Botan, she thought of her as a best friend. Whenever she had problems, she would find Botan and let it all out. Botan didn't care if Shizuru was shouting, angry at Kuwabara and his stupid antics or crying on her shoulder about the same thing.

Botan truly cared for Shizuru, she loved her like a sister. She always helped Shizuru through her problems, but . . . how was she supposed to do that now? This was big! She set her cup down, not taking her eyes off of Shizuru.

"You think you're pregnant." She stated.

Shizuru squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, looking down at her cup of tea.

"What else would explain the sickness and the sensitive boobs?" Shizuru asked in a hushed voice. "And can you keep your voice down? I don't want people to hear."

"Shizuru, this is joyous news!" Botan smiled her wide perky smile. "You should be happy."

"I don't know, Botan . . ." Shizuru bit her lip, looking off at the sunset. "I don't know if I am, I still haven't take a test."

Botan sputtered, tea dripping from her mouth. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, her eyes wide.

"You haven't-" She looked around, realizing her voice was too loud. In a quieter voice, she asked. "You haven't taken a pregnancy test yet?"

"No, not yet."

Botan crumbled her napkin up into a ball then threw it at Shizuru's face, hitting her in the forehead. Shizuru looked up to see Botan's grinning face. She got up and grabbed Shizuru's wrist.

"C'mon, we're going to the drugstore."

Shizuru stepped out of the bathroom to see Botan pacing in the living room. They had forced Kuwabara and Yusuke out of the apartment, giving them twenty bucks each to keep themselves busy for an hour or two. Botan stopped pacing upon seeing Shizuru.

"Shizuru . . ." She said softly, taking a step towards her friend. "What is it?"

Shizuru's face was pale, a look of shock on her beautiful face. She lifted the pregnancy test up, her hand shaking. Botan's eyes widened as she saw the little pink plus sign. She covered her mouth with her hands, gasping.

"Oh, God . . ." She sobbed, smiling. "You are!"

Shizuru took a step back as Botan pounced on her, hugging her tightly. She laughed through tears as she embraced Shizuru. Shizuru's indifferent face expressed shock, her eyes wide.

"What am I going to do?" She whispered. "What am I going to do?"

Botan stopped laughing and let go of Shizuru. She looked up at her.

"Who's the father?" She asked.

"I don't know." Shizuru lied. "Some guy I met."

"Oh, Shizuru! How could you? Why didn't you get to know him first? Were you drunk?"

"No, I wasn't drunk and I did know him first." She stated, getting a little frustrated.

It was the truth; neither of them had drunk anything and they had known each other for such a long time. It had just happened. It just happened . . .

"What're you going to do?"

"I really don't know, Botan." She sighed. "In the morning, I'll schedule an appointment with my doctor."

Botan threw her arms around Shizuru again, embracing her. It was looser that the first hug. Shizuru slowly put her arms around Botan, hugging her back. The door opened and immature laughter disrupted the friends' embrace.

"I'm home!" Kuwabara boomed. "Oh, are we interrupting something?"

Botan pulled away from Shizuru and Yusuke's widened as he saw the object in Shizuru's hand.

"Are you okay, sis?"

Like always, Kuwabara was the last to know. Shizuru shook her head, biting her lip. Kuwabara looked at Yusuke, who stared at Shizuru's hand. He followed his friend's gaze and his mouth fell open. He lifted a shaking hand, pointing.

"What . . . what is that?"

"It's a pregnancy test." Kuwabara looked at Botan and Shizuru continued. "It's not Botan's."

"But . . . so, you're . . .?"

"Yes."

"Who is the father?" Kuwabara exclaimed, his eyes narrowing "I demand to know who did this to my sister!"

"She doesn't know," Botan said. "She said it was just some guy."

"Shizuru, were you raped? Who did this!"

"Kuwabara, settle down!" Botan raised her voice. "Don't talk like that!"

"Sis, what're you gonna do?" He looked from Shizuru to Botan. "She can't take care of a baby right now, she can't handle it."

"You don't know if she can't handle it!" Botan yelled, stepping toward Kuwabara. "You should know better than anyone that Shizuru can handle a lot!"

Shizuru dropped the pregnancy test on the floor and pushed past her feuding brother and best friend. They watched as she ran out the door.

Shizuru ran through the streets, illuminated by the streetlights. It was dark, but she knew where she was going. She had gone there in her dream. She had gone there many times with her brother and Yusuke and Botan. She knew . . .

She wandered the park, searching. She knew he had to be close. She felt as if she had been running around in circles. She stood in the middle of park, breathing heavily. She felt frantic, like a scared rabbit. She heard rustling behind her then footsteps.

"Were you looking for me?"

She gasped and turned around to face him. There he was, half hidden in the shadows like always. A breeze picked up and Shizuru closed her eyes, it reminded her of her dream. She opened her eyes and looked right at him. Exactly like her dream . . . Except he wasn't going to run to her and kiss her and tell her that he –

"Well?" His voice jarred her thoughts. "Were you?"

"Yes." She said softly. "We really need to talk."

"Hn."

"Knock it off. I need to talk to you."

She was so different now. She had changed so much in a matter of hours after thinking she was pregnant. She was becoming emotional. People would see her this way and perceive her as weak. She knew he already was. He smirked, the light of a streetlamp reflecting off of his teeth, making them glint. Right then, she want to punch him. Right in the face, right in that smug little smirk of his. She inhaled deeply then exhaled audibly, calming herself down.

"Oh, did I upset you some how?" He said sarcastically.

"Stop it." She snapped. "Why do you have to be such a . . . controlling asshole?"

"Last time I checked, you liked me being in control."

Shizuru opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. She looked down at her feet. He chuckled at her silence.

"So, speak. Why did you need me?"

"Uhm . . ." She bit her lip, trying to figure out the right way to say it.

She was always very good at being blunt – what stopped her now? Besides becoming emotional.

"I'm pregnant."

There was a silence between them. She couldn't see his face so she couldn't tell him if he was angry or shocked or even . . . happy.

Then he did something made her want to cry, to scream, to thrash around wildly. He laughed. He tossed his head back and laugh up at the sky. He was laughing at her. She clenched her fists; she now knew why her brother proclaimed to hate him. Maybe the feeling in her bones had been terribly wrong, this was not a great day.

So, how'd you like Chapter one? I didn't mention the baby's father's name because I wanted people to play "Guess Who?" with it, you know?:P Read and Review?:P