Pregnant
Oh dear lord, what had they done? Rena had heard of the news that Aomine did not want to marry early and have kids in order to continue pursuing his career in basketball, and now, the deed had been done.
".... you're not going to tell him... are you?"
Sobs answered her question as Ryoko continued weeping into the strawberry blonde's faded blue crop top.
Combing and untangling through the blonde's hair, Rena heaved a heavy sigh and look out of the window. Something had to be done to avoid further escalation of the situation.
"Everything's gonna be alright ok? Are you going to abort... it?"
Gold eyes filled with tears widened at the statement. Abort their child? Her own flesh and blood? No, that wasn't right, that would be plain selfish of her, what would society think of her if they caught onto word of the situation? Her career as a model would be ruined, torn into many pathetic shreds.
The way Rena had called her baby 'it'... made her feel uncomfortable to the core. The sweet treat that she had swallowed earlier just seemed to travel deeper and deeper into the pits of her stomach, spiraling further down an endless pit.
"I don't know, ne... what should I do? I don't want to get in the way of his career but I don't want to raise my child alone..."
Muffled words came from Ryoko, palms pressed against her face, elbows on the table.
'Calling the unborn child hers already, and even wanting to give birth to it, Ryoko, this road isn't going to be an easy one...'
"Kansai-san wants you to settle down soon right? I heard he wants to be the godfather of your future kids, at least there's a positive point to all this...?"
Empty laughter filled the once dangerously quiet hall. Kansai Hiroki, President of BHG Modeling and Co. The happy-go-lucky CEO papa to the numerous models and idols of the company. It was the man himself who had scouted Ryoko into the modelling industry and placed his every bit of faith into the work that she had produced.
"Yeah... He said he wanted to see blonde basket toddlers running around the practice room..."
Just recalling the 45-year-old man's hearty conversation with her about her future in his main office brought a smile to her face, albeit it being a tiny one.
"But no matter what, Aomine is not to know of this at all! I don't care even if I were to die while giving birth to this child, he must NEVER know!"
Bitting on her luscious pink lips, Rena's eyes clouds with worry. Ryoko was adamant on not letting Aomine know of this news, so what was she to do? Japan was only so small, no matter which parts she may flee to, her current status in society, blonde hair and flawlessly pale skin made it obvious that she was the #1 female rising model, Kise Ryoko.
"Alright but first things first, let me clean up this mess, we don't need our princess and the little cupcake in her injuring themselves."
Tip toeing past the messy array of glass shards and slippery goo of orange juice on the floor, the strawberry blonde walks into the bathroom to grab a pair of gloves, bucket filled with soap water and mop before returning back into the dining room.
Hazel orbs widened at the sight of frail slim fingers carefully picking up fragments after fragments of glass shards. It wasn't long before one pierced the milky-white skin and crimson red liquid oozed out, gradually caking Ryoko's hands in the metallic copper-ish liquid.
"Ryoko!!! What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?! Drop them this instant!"
Rushing over to the kitchen's cabinet, Rena pulls out a small navy blue first aid kit and a small basin. The young female hurriedly turned on the tap for water to flow into the grey-ish steel basin in her left hand and takes out a soft white handcloth.
Sitting on the sofa was Ryoko, head and gaze down, bangs covering her eyes. It was the very scene of a woman who had lost all sense of hope and was prepared for the worst to come.
Soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, the younger of the two began dabbing the drenched cloth over the wound and around it to clean off the smears of blood over the palms of the model.
Taking out a pair of tweezers, Rena squinted hard and gingerly plucked out the small particles of glass.
"Please just bear with it a little longer, it'll all be over soon 'kay, Ryo-chan?"
It'll all be over soon... huh...?
".... I'm sorry, it's all my fault that you have to work even more now... All I cause is just trouble, huh?"
A weak smile adorns Ryoko's weary face. Exhaustion clouds over her face as she dazed off again. Not even a long day's worth of work could pull down Ryoko's mood to this extent or even when her coach had given her a tongue-lashing on why she should avoid eating grilled corn so as to cut down on the calories.
A taut silence envelops them as Rena applies antiseptic cream over the wound and wrapped bandages around it. Quickly cleaning up the mess on the floor, the young lass puts back the first aid kit and quickly returns things to their proper state before returning to the model's side, resting her hands on top of the bandaged ones.
"I've decided Rena-chan... In order for this to work, I'll be....."
Muffled murmurings were heard across the living before an audible gasp was heard.
'No way, you're not serious are you? You're just going to give up? Wouldn't he misunderstand your choices? There has got to be another way, c'mon, you can't just let things end like this! I'm not letting you ruin your life just by doing this."
Begs and pleas resonated through the halls as they fell on deaf ears.
"Please try to understand, I don't want him to give up on his dreams just for me. He won't have the time to take care of a pregnant woman for 9 months while abroad and be prepared for a child by then."
"But--!"
"No buts, you and I both know it's the inevitable truth... as much as we'd both prefer to hear the lies..."
Fishing in her pockets for the white smartphone, Ryoko dials a number ang puts it to her ear as it connects through.
"Hello? Yes, may I speak to...."
Ryoko gets up and walks to her room, leaving a teary-eyed Rena on the couch.
Ah, what a mess....
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