Poor Tsuzuki. He's really not having a good time, is he? Well, at least he's a guy again.
As for what tomorrow will bring .... well, we'll just have to see, won't we >P
What?
Shocked by Tsuzuki's screaming but continues sucking on lemons
*Stares at lemon. Stares at Watari*
AAAA~ARGH!!!!
Tsuzuki freaked!
Are you are awake?
Tatsumi-san and Hisoka just applied to the antidote to you ... good as new.
Here, wanna an orange or a lemon too? *offers one to /Mister/ Tsuzuki*
Watari dropping in to check on his/her friend
AAAA~ARGH!!!
*sits bolt-upright in bed, hair sticking up and eyes bugging out*
What the HELL?!?!?!
Tsuzuki bad dreams!
Tsuzuki blinked at the baby. The baby had purple eyes. As the stunned shinigami watched, the baby started to suck on its thumb. There were little puppy ears in the dark, wet hair.
Tsuzuki stared. Then he freaked.
"AAAA~ARGH!!!"
"Doesn't it look exactly like me and Iria? Look, he has my eyes and her smile ..."
Glowing with pride, Enma held the crying baby to Tsuzuki's face.
Puffing and panting, Tsuzuki came rushing back (without the water). "What happened?!"
Everyone pointed at the altar where the whole incident had taken place, all wearing soppy smiles. None of them rivalled Enma, though.
"Look, Tsuzuki!" He held up a crying baby.
Tsuzuki blinked and came closer to look .....
Screams of girls, "Congratulations Enma-sama, it's a baby girl ... oh she looks exactly like mummy and daddy."
More excited screams and oohs and ahhs ...
Suddenly someone asked, "Where is Tsuzuki-san?"
"COME FORTH, SUZA-- what the--??"
Too late ... the deafening silence is broken by the cry of a new born baby ...
"Waaa~ah ..."
In his sleep, Tsuzuki muttered something along the lines of, "Tatsumi's going to kill me again for property damage ..."
Finally, Tsuzuki found a river. He looked at it, shrugged, and started to chant.
"I pray to the twelve gods who protect me ...."
People were running about like ants. Thankfully, someone decided to take control of the situation.
"Everyone, STOP!!"
Tatsumi being Tatsumi, everyone obeyed. He sighed.
"Alright. Tsuzuki-san, get the hot water. Enma Daiou --" he looked the near-hysterical father-to-be up and down "-- never mind. Kurosaki-kun, take care of Enma Daiou. Girls, make a bed out of something .... Konoe-san go and call an ambulance. Get moving!"
"Hai!"
Immediately, people rushed off to obey. Tsuzuki, however, stood in the middle of the grass blinking.
"Where the hell do I find hot water here?"
Suddenly the tensed air is broken by the sounds of Iria's cries of labour.
"Waiii ..."
Tangled in his sheets, Tsuzuki whimpered.
Somehow, Iria managed to lift her head up and glare. "Tsuzuki-honey ... hot water *pant pant* NOW!!!"
"Uh ..." Tsuzuki forced himself to get a hold of himself and not think about the details of what was about to happen. "Y-yeah!!" Hastily he ran off, only to realise that as they were having an outdoor wedding, there wasn't any hot water or heating systems. All around him the contigent was running about trying to be of assistance, though perhaps the three girls were more of a hindrance as they ooh'ed and ahh'ed and started babbling about baby clothes.
Tsuzuki popped a pair of panicky puppy ears and tail. "Why meeee~e??"
"What the hell???"
"Awwhhh, it's coming ... Honey, I think the water bag just broke." Iria, as big as a house now, crinkles her delicate brow as she holds onto Enma's sleeve.
It took several seconds for Enma's shout to sink in. Then everyone blinked.
"NANIIII~II?!?!?!"
*Suddenly ... in the middle of the exchange of rings, Enma screeches*
Tsuzuki-san ... Iria is going to give birth ... get some hot water!!!
Tsuzuki wondered if he was having a bad dream. He was sitting in the front row in a white garden chair, watching as Enma led his radiant bride-with-Watari's-face up the steps to the altar. He was wearing a most uncomfortable dress suit; he inserted a finger inside the stiff collar, trying to loosen it without Tatsumi noticing. He had managed to undo the entire thing before the ceremony began, except Tatsumi had come over to immediately fix it up, saying that he had to be dressed properly. Beside him sat Hisoka, sitting perfectly straight and looking as if he were paying attention - he must have been taught very good manners, not surprising coming from such a traditional and high-class family. Tatsumi sat on his other side; seeing Tsuzuki's fiddling he shot him a glare. Tsuzuki obediently stopped playing with his tie and the glare morphed into a smile. Kacho sat in the row behind them with the Gushoushin looking completely confused, while Saya, Yuma and Wakaba sighed dreamily over Iria's wedding dress. Terazuma tried to ignore them. Tried being the key word. The three girls kept looking at him and Wakaba was in the middle of the whispering.
On the stage, the priest looked Enma and Iria-who-used-to-be-Watari over, then opened the Bible and began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of Kami ...."
Tsuzuki swore in his sleep. Thankfully his neighbors had moved out ages ago due to the fact that they were sick of him booting Watson out the window whenever he came over with party invitations.
Enma grinned ... traditions, traditions Tsuzuki ... Iria and I love each other and we're going to be great parents.
Kisses her tummy affectionately ... which appears to be growing at an alarming rate ...
Somehow, a part of Tsuzuki's brain managed to dryly comment that having his eyes fall out would be rather funny - if he could see it.
Tsuzuki's pretty purple eyes were bugging out. "P-p-p-pregnant?!?" he spluttered. Iria and Enma smiled placidly at him; it didn't have any effect and Tsuzuki half climbed onto the table where they were sitting in the sakura grove to look the woman-who-used-to-be-his-best-friend in the eye. "You can't be pregnant!!"
Iria titled her head to look at him. "And why not?" she said, raising one plucked eyebrow.
"Because --" Tsuzuki shook his head, trying to get his thoughts into something coherent. "You're not married!!"
"Oh, tush." Iria flapped a hand at him dismissively. "Who cares about that kind of thing nowadays? Enma-darling and I love each other, that's enough. Besides, we used to be married, that's got to count for something, right, Tsu-chan?" She smiled at him, which was rather useless since Enma took this opportunity to kiss her soundly.
"Tsu-Tsu-Tsu-CHAN?!"
Iria looked at him from the curtain of Enma's hair. "What, you want me to call you 'Tsu-honey' or something? What about 'Tsu-Inu', since you look so like a puppy? "Kawaii-Tsuzuki'? Nah, if I keep calling you that, certain people might get jealous."
Enma laughed. "Don't worry, Tsuzuki, if it upsets you so, we'll have the wedding."
"Really?" Iria turned golden eyes on her lover. "That's wonderful! Weddings are so much fun!!"
Tsuzuki looked as if his eyes were about to fall out and roll across the lush grass like amethyst marbles.
Just then, Enma appears. After kissing Iria, he pats her tummy affectionately.
"Don't eat so much lemons honey, else our baby will grow up looking sour and not as sweet as you."
Tsuzuki muttered something profane about tradition and unmarried mothers, then buried his head in his pillow.
"So, uh, why this sudden craving for sour things, Iria?" asked Tsuzuki. He ducked as Iria looked up and spat her latest lemon rind at him.
"Because." Suddenly she winked one Watari-gold eye at him. "It's a sign."
Tsuzuki pulled himself up to sit properly. "A sign?" he repeated, completely flummoxed.
"Yes, that's right," said Iria. She flicked another lemon high into the summer air and caught it with her teeth. "I'ym pwegmunt."
"Huh? You're present?"
Iria ate her lemon, spat it out, then calmly stood up and thwacked Tsuzuki over the head.
"Baka." Iria smiled at Tsuzuki with motherly patience. "I'm pregnant."
In his sleep, Tsuzuki made a face at the idea of eating raw lemons. Unless it was a lemon meringue or lemon sorbet or lemonade, he hated lemons. Especially those of the story variety. He /really/ hated those, most especially those involving silver-haired doctors and roses.
Tsuzuki stared. Watari, or rather, Iria, was eating wedges of .... lemons. Right now the blond bombshell had one in her mouth, rind facing outward, looking as if he - she - had a tennis ball in her mouth. There was a pile of discarded lemon rinds on the grass.
"Ano .... Wat-- I mean, Iria," Tsuzuki began hesitantly. He jumped, startled, as Iria spat the rind out onto the pile and grabbed another one. "Uh, why are you eating lemons?"
Iria stopped her sucking and looked at him. Tsuzuki had to remind himself that this was Iria now, although her face still strongly resembled Watari without glasses. it helped that she was wearing - overdone - makeup and had her hair done in a lopsided coiffure. "It's sour," she replied as if stating the obvious, then went back to her lemons.
Tsuzuki blinked. "Uh .... ok ....
Tsuzuki was sleeping. Not peacefully. Obviously he couldn't be sleeping peacefully, having had a rather abrupt change of gender and being locked in a cold office with Tatsumi for a whole night, but in fact those weren't what were contributing to his restlessness. Tsuzuki happened to have a rather over-active imagination, and right now with all the crazy happenings as of late, it was taking off .....
In the meantime, back in Meifu in a certain apartment ....
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