Mairimashita! Iruma-kun One-shots

The Cost of Love

As a runaway, you relished your newfound freedom after escaping from your possessive partner, Narnia. Exploring the Netherworld and forging new friendships, you grapple with profound loneliness, longing for Narnia's presence. Your world is turned upside down when you discover you're pregnant with Narnia's child, a cambion. Faced with this life-altering revelation, you must confront a heart-wrenching decision: return to Narnia, now a powerful political candidate in the Netherworld, or go it alone, going through an entire pregnancy and raising your unique child amidst the complexities and dangers of the Netherworld.

You had successfully escaped your old home for a few months now, moving from hotel to hotel, town to forest and back again as you explored the demonic world you had been dropped in. You probably could have gone on doing this forever as you made new friends, met up with online ones and made all sorts of discoveries if it wasn't for a few things.

You were lonely. Even slowly going mad from it. Every time you saw something amazing, you would turn to excitedly share the news with a demon who wasn't there, or every time you laid down for the night the crushing absence of your lover would wash over you and tears would flow before you realized it. Only to wake suddenly to screeching squawks of the Netherworld's birds, tear tracks dried to your cheeks and a still-wet pillow smashed to your face.

And if that weren't enough, you highly suspected something. Something that made you both glow with joy and paralyse you in fear and want to break down into tears all over again. A carousel of emotions that ran round and round again through your head the more you became sure. As the now familiar bubble of nausea rushed through you at the smell of what was once your favourite breakfast, the feeling of presumedness merely continued onwards.

You were pretty sure you were pregnant.

This was both a good and terrible thing as far as you were concerned. It was great because you had been thinking about children for a few years now until the ever-closing feeling of being caged took over your thoughts. The idea of raising little demonlings (fledglings?) with Narnia had been a fantasy you were eager to one day experience.

Except, you no longer had Narnia.

You had no one. Despite the friends you had made and kept in touch with, you were really and truly alone. After all, none of them knew of the fact you were human. If they found out, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't actually try and eat you, though you highly doubted it. Or worse, turn you over to the Border Patrol, thinking that they were helping you.

You would rather be eaten.

The idea of potentially seeing Narnia again after leaving for so long both thrilled and terrified you. You could admit that maybe, just maybe, you had overreacted. That you could have, in fact, simply talked about feeling caged in and maybe tried to convince him to take you out to places. Go out on dates and explore and make a bunch of memories that way. And while you were highly certain he would be reluctant at first because of your 'delicate' human nature, you were positive you could have convinced him eventually and resorted to running away afterwards if he still didn't budge.

Instead, you had jumped straight from point A to point Z, simply assuming at the time that he would never let you go with all his talk about how dangerous the Netherworld was or how he loved coming home knowing that you were always going to be there. And now you were on your own, with potentially a halfling child growing in your womb and no one to turn to for help.

You were terrified and in way over your head, pure and simple. Placing your head in your hands, you leaned over and tried to keep the tears from spilling once more as your thoughts spiralled again. You couldn't let anyone know you were human, other than the one loose end that was Narnia, and yet you didn't know the first thing about demon pregnancies. Hell, you didn't know much about human ones either other than the basic standards, and who knew if those were even real or simply misconstrued facts?