Warmth in Me

By Pocky King Windy

Disclaimer: These characters belong to SQUARE-ENIX ©. The fanfiction belongs to me.

Warning: Yaoi, please don't read if you don't like this. Flamers are retards, encompassing a really low IQ equivalent that that of a glass of water… less, in fact. The back button exists because Microsoft happened to realize the need for it for specific people. Use it, okay?

Plot Cockroach: Ah, this would be my third MPREG piece for three different titles! The best MPREG I've written was actually for Weiß (whooping 7 chapters long!), but even that wasn't too detailed in the medical side. This story won't follow through the growth of Fayt's fetus, but it will be using a lot of medical terms in the context of explaining the event. In this case, I'm not exactly writing on emotions but rather on Leingod's experimental side. Only the second chapter might have some emotional depiction, but even I can't promise that. Whatever it is, I hope it's alright! I find writing Sci-Fi interesting; more interesting than romance, though romance pushes it on. It's a little like my novel Inandantia except right here genetically engineered mermen don't exist.

Pairing: Cliff x Fayt

Rating: PG-13 (for sexual implication)

Summary: MPREG Part 2 The group discovers that Leingod hadn't only tampered with superpowers, but biological structures as well. Fayt has to learn to deal with it, and in the most unimaginable way.

Note: This is the end chapter and wrapper piece after the previous chapter. Might have some skips and I'm going to point out one loophole. I hope I'll see some of you guys pointing out loopholes to be debated, logical debates make me happy. Sorry, but there's not much sex here.

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Chapter 2>

"Your child?"

Nel looked at Cliff, and to Maria, and back to Cliff again. Albel merely smirked knowingly, and Mirage gasped. As for Maria, she looked rather shocked. She slumped in her chair, silence overwhelming her for a while before she composed herself and spoke.

"Well… first off… I'm so sorry for screaming at you like that. I didn't mean to, but I felt frustrated… I…" she paused. "Right now I feel… I don't know what I feel, Cliff. Must I feel relieved?"

"Well I don't know, at least I ain't some thug," Cliff shrugged. Nel shook her head, smiling a small smile at his bluntness.

"But you aren't exactly quality material either, maggot," Albel's wicked smirk grew wider.

"You ain't either, lady. At least the kid won't cross-dress. Hah."

"That isn't cross-dressing, you fool. I prefer calling it style," Albel flipped a braid coolly, trying to further annoy the blond. "As opposed to your lack of therein."

"Whatever, Onna-man," Cliff shrugged it off with a flick of his wrist. "So, Maria… what's it gonna be?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, Fayt. Are we gonna tell him? Or tell us how to look after him. He ain't no woman. If he were Albel it'd be a less complicated situation, but… he ain't."

"Humph." Albel turned away in disdain.

"Well, we could start on the basics of looking after him. It shouldn't be too hard." Maria got up, opening the door and glancing at the sleeping figure. "Medically it should be sound that we used our methods rather than the local ones. I'll look it up."

Cliff felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"It's your baby, Cliff," Nel smiled. "I would tell you not to worry too much. Whatever's happened has already happened, it is up to you to look forward, not back. I doubt that Fayt regrets it. You are a good man, Cliff."

"Thanks," Cliff grinned. Nel was good like that. She was like a balm that healed. The blond needed comfort right then.

"I suppose we should disperse now," Maria shut the door with a soft click. "Cliff, take care of Fayt."

"After all, he chose you," Nel added.

Mirage nodded encouragingly at her partner. "We'll go shop for baby stuff!"

"Wha—"

"We'll need that, I suppose," Nel laughed. "Let's go. Goodbye Cliff. Stay out of trouble now, you hear?"

"I don't expect you to tell Fayt what I just said about the engineering… I'll do that later. Right now, just…" Maria tried her best to smile. "Just do what you do best, Fittir. He might need some time with you too."

Albel walked off as the others went their separate ways, leaving Cliff in front of the door. He walked into the room, and sat on the bed next to Fayt's, looking at the young man. The blond was experiencing mixed feelings. He was happy, scared, worried, excited, everything he never really thought about entering his mind. Picking up Fayt's hand, he rubbed the mildly callused skin between his broad palms.

Warm.

Cliff shut his eyes. He was a boor, like Fayt pointed out. Running away like this? Feeling scared? He could never do the first, but he did feel scared. Scared because it was unnatural. But it seemed only so normal and so natural that it was all happening. It was his baby.

It's your baby, Cliff.

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"…Cliff?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"You've got to stop calling me that." Fayt wrapped his fingers round the palms that were holding his hand. The room was warm and sunlight streamed in through the windows, covering everything with a warm glow. Time seemed to stop, it all seemed so peaceful and quiet, just the way he liked it. The faint ticking of a clock was heard, as with the chirrups of the birds in the tree outside. On top of that, there was Cliff… and for a moment, everything seemed so perfect.

"I guess." The blond ruffled his hair. "Want some water?'

"Please."

He sat up slowly, aided by Cliff. Taking the glass in his hands, he sipped at it. Fayt then turned to the Klausian, staring deep into his eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Cliff, but I felt afraid at first. Right now though, everything just seems so normal."

"Yeah, ain't it?" Cliff grinned. "Go on, you need to talk more. Man you should hear Maria go at the details. She's like a rocket."

"Simple as ever again," Fayt couldn't help laughing. "You know, Cliff… there were times when I wondered how life would've been like if I wasn't "Project Fate". What would my hair color be? Would I be brunet, just like my father? Would I have had their warm brown eyes? How different would I be? I could play games everyday. I'd be home by now, telling my friends about our great holiday in Hyda."

Cliff shivered despite the warm air. He knew that Fayt had wanted all but a normal life.

"But you know… I don't think that would have been so good either," Fayt cupped his hands round the blond's cheeks. "I'd never have found this world, and all the happiness I could ever have with them all. I'd never have found you – you wouldn't have tailed me all the way, kidnapped me, looked out for me, loved me. I'd be so missing something, so missing a part of myself. So missing you."

So missing something new, like our child."

Fayt leaned forward and kissed him. He then guided the blond's head to his abdomen, stroking the golden hair. "Do you feel it? It's very warm. It's the warmth of you and me, don't you see?"

"I see it now, kid," Cliff grinned, his mixed emotions disappearing and collecting into one named one – happiness. Relief.

"It'll have your hair, I'm sure of it. I don't ever want anyone to have mine."

Cliff understood.

"And then, will there be a happily ever after?"

"Yeah, kid. I'll make sure we have one. It's my kid after all."

Fayt nodded. "We'll make sure."

Cliff sat up and wrapped his arm around the young man, leaning in and smelling the hay-sweet scent of the blue hair. Fayt was right, they had their share of sorrows, but nothing could compare to the present and what it held for them. Maybe it was against the law of nature at what Leingod did, but in every deed there can come sadness or happiness. It was how one chose to view it, to live it.

"It's not your baby, Cliff."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It's ours."

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(Completed: Thursday, December 09, 2004, 3:34 PM)

End Notes/Comments: FINALLY! It ends! Ack! Actually I thought of a very different scene for this, it didn't involve so much mush. But then I thought "WHAT THE HECK! MUSH IS EBBIL!" And therefore, there was mush.

Question time: There's a loophole!? YES THERE IS!

Believe it or not there is! And being the kind generous lovable adorable super lover fanboy I am, I'll tell you what it is. Wow! I will! Now, the loophole is

"HOW DID THE 'EGG' GET FERTILIZED?" It's as easy as that! Stupendous! Paint me blue and smack my ass hard, but how utterly ingenious of me to discover that! Astounding! Fantastic!

Okay, okay, I'll pipe down now. Ahem. As you can see, men don't have vaginas. It's as simple as that. Vaginas are urinary parts of the body, and try as I might I think it's not possible for Fayt's behind to turn into one. And if he didn't, there's no way he'd lose his penis and temporarily grow a vagina (are those even grown?)… if he had, I bet Cliff would have found that out A LONG TIME before said egg was fertilized. And no, eggs don't cling on to bottom-holes. No, they don't. Nuh-uh. Nope. No. Iie. Never.

I'll spare you the gory details of biology class. There's no way a single sperm can travel all the way 'up there' into the stomach and pass through it to get to the urinary tract, it'd bet digested, even in the intestines where enzymes are used. If you're talking about it passing the membrane, hey, a sperm's too large to get through the minute pores of said membrane. Membranes aren't stupid you know.

And no, your bottom isn't in any way connected to your fallopian tube. If Fayt even HAD one to start with. EOS.

Well, this sums it. Sorry if I sound quirky today.

PS: Formatting here's pretty awful. Read the fic in my site if you're looking for top quality formatting in a better environment.