Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, due to the public fear of my insanity... So they gave it to Natsuki Takaya, because she is not feared...

"Alright, Akito; breathe in, and breathe out." Hatori instructed. They stood in Akito's room, equipment surrounded them and Akito sat in her bed staring at him with a facial expression of pain and annoyance.

"MAYBE I WANT TO HOLD MY BREATH!" Akito bellowed.

"Aki honey, please do as Ha'ri says."

Shigure attempted to calm her down, but failed miserably.

"NO!"

"Akito, you need to do this! Breathe in and out!"

Akito breathed in, and then smirked rather creepily.

"I can smell it."

"The child?" Shigure questioned stupidly.

"The fear ... and the pain."

"What?" Hatori and Shigure questioned simultaneously.

"The fear that has been ignited deep within your souls and the pain residing in my mind. It smells so good...And feels so good."

"Uhh..." Both males unintelligibly 'stated' at this remark. You see, a while ago - yes a while ago - Akito's water had broke and right now she should be giving birth...but shes isn't, dot to some rather odd events...

*Flashback*

"This Bella chick pisses me off!" Akito bellowed, throwing another glass jellybean replica at the TV.

"Rosalie's hawt!" Shigure remarked with a smirk. Honestly he wasn't that interested, but Akito's annoyance was an easy game.

WHAM!

Akito threw Hiro at the T.V., succeeding in breaking the fifth one during her pregnancy.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Akito screamed.

"Aki, honey, it's a little late for that war cry." Shigure replied in desperation, staring at the T.V. Ayame had thoughtfully bedazzled for them. Of course, he had also thoughtfully programed the T.V. to play only the Twlight Saga, New Moon, Eclipse and 'behind the scenes - Twilight shows and movies.

"OMM, MY WATER BROKE, YOU BAKA DOG!" Akito panted in obvious distress.

"The sinks fine," Shigure replied stupidly staring into the kitchen. "And what's OMM mean?"

"NO YOU-" Akito began only to be cut off by Hiro.

"What the hell were you watchin' Twilight for?" Hiro intterupted, staring at a shirtless Jacob in horror.

"Hey put that picture of my boyfriend down!" Shigure demanded in a mocking tone, his eyes playful.

"YOU WISH!" Hiro yelled back.

"HELLO! MY WATER BROKE!"

"Aki, the sink is fine!" Shigure scolded as Hiro stared at him in disbelief.

"She's about to have your child stupid!" Hiro shouted.

"No-"

"YES I AM YOU BAKA! IT TOOK A KID TO TELL YOU THIS? CALL HATORI! ... AND BUY ME SOME DUCT TAPE! NOW!"

"Duct tape?"

*End Flashback*

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"

"Akito, when I say 'push', I need you to push okay." Hatori said, regaining his compusure.

"WAIT!" Akito demanded, duct taping Shigure to his chair.

"Aki, my flower, I wasn't going to run." Shigure assured her, finding it quite uncomfortable.

"IF I'M GOING TO FEEL PAIN, SO ARE YOU!" Akito hollered picking up a baseball bat and whacking her husband.

WHAM!

"OW!"

"Akito, we waited to long so your going to have to go natural. I cannot numb you." Hatori said, cringing.

WHAM!

Akito hit both of them.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T NUMB ME? I HAVE TO FEEL MORE PAIN HEN NORMAL?

"Alright so when I say so push."

"Duh."

"OW! Shigure cried.

"YOU THINK YOUR IN PAIN? LOOK AT ME! I HAVE TO PUSH A FREAKING CHILD, OUT OF A WHOLE IN MY FREAKING VAGINA!"

"Well, I don't have a vagina..." Shigure mumbled weakly.

"ARE YOU SURE?" Akito hollered. With that statement, it just so happened that he was hit somewhere...ahem...

"WAIT!" Ayame cried, slamming open the door and running in holding a video camera.

"I will make this into a movie! Then we can show it to your little boy while we tell him about sex!" Ayame sang as if this was the most intelligent idea.

"Yes my snake, we shall~!" Shigure said recovering. Lucky for them Akito was to busy listening to Hatori right now to notice. They both went back to serious and Akito grabbed Shigure's hand. Ayame stood in the back, filming, and Hatori gave the instruction.

Eight Hours Later

The child was born without much complication, and Akito lay sleeping peacefully. Shigure held the child in his arms carefully, staring down at him in wonder. They had named him Akira, Akira Sohma after her father. The small child sleeping peacefully wrapped in blue blankets, the little heartbeat, fragile hands and soft skin. He was overwhelmed, amazed and before he could help a few tears slipped from his eyes. He was joyous and already protective of this little boy, and he would be the proud father, better then any other known to what was the zodiac.