Hi. My first try at the wonderful pairing of 2795. There will be a small sprinkling of some other couples in here as well...I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't draw nearly as good as Amano Akira, so no, I don't own KHR...

Like Pulling Teeth

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Currently, Sasagawa Kyouko was freaking out royally.

It had been a normal day, sun flitting the sky in slight oranges, red bleeding over the earth as the moon slowly assumed its reign. The auburn haired girl's face had been alighted in the sun's flaring glare as she walked home from work; she had tumbled on the sidewalk, heels clicking, and each stride had felt heavier than the last.

Her forehead had blared with pain, the throbbing in her head ghostly yet numbing, like a bad joke. She had felt dizzy, stumbles in her step and she fought to keep balance, hand holding onto whatever came to reach.

When she had come home, she emptied the contents of her stomach and slid down the length of her bedroom's wall. She had felt horrible, after such a long while. She hadn't gotten sick like this since her high school days. Her head had hurt, pulsed with the uncomfortable feeling and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And then Haru-chan had called.

"Kyouko-chan!" she had screamed once the ginger had answered, the loud noise grating her ears and making her hiss. "What happened?!"

"I'm...not feeling the best..." Kyouko had struggled to respond, voice wilting and hoarse. She gingerly pressed her fingertips to the aching of her head.

Haru had paused for a moment, neither side speaking, only the light sounds of the sick female's deep breaths. Each sound had brought her pain, and her stomach was somersaulting in her abdomen. She felt like falling over, the queasy feeling driving her insane.

Some shuffling from the other line; Haru quickly quipped, urgency laced within her tone, "Kyouko-chan, I'm coming over now."

Without another word, before the sick female could even form a proper sentence, the line had cut. Kyouko had ended up releasing an inhuman sound from the edges of her throat, from the pain and queasiness.

And now, Kyouko was left gaping in her living room, her dark-haired best friend containing her shouts.

The night had stilled, darkness curtained over the world. There wasn't an inch of light in Kyouko's small apartment, besides a small sliver of ivory light spilling on her face.

She held the offending object in her hand, loosely gripped it with quivering fingers, and almost passed out.

"I'm...pregnant..."

It was breathy, voiced as a cruel reality rather than a question. Haru breathed over her shoulder, eying the small positive sign on the item with wide pupils, hand covering her gaped mouth.

"Kyouko-chan, you're pregnant!" Haru decided to give her own input, followed by her signature "Hahi!"
Kyouko withdrew a glare from her glassy eyes, quirking her head to stare at her best friend.

"I just said that, Haru-chan!" The light-haired female was exasperated, uneasiness weighing down her shoulders like boulders. Sasagawa Kyouko, twenty-four years old, unmarried (she didn't even have a boyfriend for fuck's sake), was pregnant. It couldn't be that bad, right?

No. It was fucking horrible.

Kyouko hastily threw the test in the trash, paced around the living room, headache forgotten, sweat spreading a thin sheen over her body. She thought, thought, and thought. She sort of felt trapped, uncomfortable, unbelievably frantic and stupid, like roosters flocking at her feet and surrounding her.

"What kind of analogy was that...?" Haru slowly asked, question forming on her features. Kyouko shot her an incredulous gaze. She hadn't realized she had been thinking aloud.

"Analogies add color to a conversation," she countered smoothly, with a bright yet dimming smile, despite her hurling insides. A hurricane was brewing in there, with forgotten and urgent feelings going wild.

"When they make sense," Haru responded with a shrug, nonchalant. Kyouko halted her pacing, sat down on her couch, and held her forehead in her hands.

"Haru-chan," Kyouko started patiently, as kind as she could, "did you come here to talk about analogies?" Sheepishly, Haru shook her head in the negative.

"You're pregnant!" Haru repeated and holy shit, Kyouko felt like smacking her.

Sweetness be damned; she mumbled in a low, disbelieving voice, the type she had when her brother had first told her Santa didn't exist, "I'm fucking pregnant…"

"Again, Kyouko-chan, horrible analogy…" Why did Kyouko keep thinking out loud? "And language! Hahi!" She gasped in an over-dramatic way, irritating yet necessary in its own right.

"Proper speech doesn't quite fit this situation..." Kyouko muttered with a glare in her eyes, light brow creased and lips fighting to be bow, thin, and hiding.

Haru nodded, thumb on her chin as if in deep thought. "You're right. The vulgarity just tells how horrible the situation actually is..."

"You really know how to make me feel better, Haru-chan..." It was the speculated sarcastic response, hiding the fact that Kyouko was slowly failing to maintain sanity. It was slipping away from her, threading through her fingers, flying away from arm's length. And the normal life she had had once was completely gone now, shattered, disintegrated into the air in front of her as if mocking her. One mistake, one foolish decision, and her fate was decided. It was so stupid.

And then, Sasagawa Kyouko froze, like an iceberg but colder.

"That was a good analogy..." the golden head absent-mindedly muttered. Haru raised one thin eyebrow, staring at her best friend. "Haru-chan." Stoic, still, level, yet serious; Haru stiffened as she replied, "Yes?" with a slight shiver in her voice. Kyouko blinked her eyes just once.

"How the hell did I get pregnant...?"

They both left the question to float there in the atmosphere between them, to dissolve into their minds, deciphering the deeper meaning behind the otherwise simple words.

Haru blinked her dark eyes. Kyouko's ambers were expecting, too expecting.

"Hahi. I'm surprised, Kyouko-chan. Your parents never had the conversation with you? Well, when a boy and a girl love each other they–"

It wasn't a sound that cut off Haru's incessant babbling. It was the menacing aura the other girl was letting off that scared Haru to the bone. Immediately, she pressed her lips shut, indecisive and certainly scared for her life.

"Sorry..." The frightened girl murmured almost incoherently, thumbs fiddling. Kyouko's fingers curled and uncurled loosely in her lap, in expectation and nervousness. She was nervous, confusion forming in the corners of her mouth and reflecting off her eyes. "You really don't know how you got pregnant?" Haru was sort of speechless, Kyouko assumed, and the other was having trouble forming words in the shock. The golden-haired girl was surprised she was still able to think clearly. Or maybe she wasn't.

Kyouko halted movement for a moment. "...No..." There was an exasperated sound, followed by an overly tacky display of a dramatic face-palm.

Haru plopped next to her friend on the couch, grabbed the auburn head's shoulders, and shook her as if she was a tasty can of juice.

"Do you not remember getting laid?!" Kyouko frowned at her choice of words.

"I prefer 'slept with'..." she supplied bashfully. Haru had a frown of her own carving her lips.

"I thought you said no proper speech..." A slight nod, and she continued. "You seriously don't remember getting screwed by a guy?! Really?!"

Kyouko opened her mouth, forming a round shape with her lips, and blinked at her friend. "If I got laid, I certainly would have told you, Haru-chan."

Another frown slipped on Haru's mouth, plain yet meaningful, the corners tugged downwards slightly. "I knew you were pregnant the instant you told me you didn't feel well."

Kyouko's lips parted, like a shadow, but very, very visible. A shimmer of shock crossed her eyes, and then, "Really?"

Haru nodded, as if a wise, knowing mother. She released the other girl's shoulders and leaned her elbows on her thighs. "Remember that party your brother had some time ago?" Haru phrased the words slow, patient, waiting, unlike ever before and Kyouko's limbs went stiff, silent yet frightened. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to her, a train zooming in her skull and crashing with realization.

"Yes..." It was shy and croaked out quickly.

"Do you remember anything you did there...?" the dark-haired female interrogated, and Kyouko felt like she was sitting with a detective, uneasy and hands clammy from a crime she had committed. Only right now the situation was dire.

"I was really, really drunk..." Her response evaded Haru's initial question, and straight away the latter beamed, eyes brighter and a joking smile alighting the room.

"I can't believe I managed to stay sober! I have a high tolerance for alcohol!" She celebrated, hands in the air. "Unfortunately, Kyouko-chan, you don't..." Haru trailed off, suddenly sheepish, eyes stray from the other female's face. Kyouko remembered that large, large reception hall, lights dimmed, vodka thick in the air and toxic in her nose. The scent had fused in her lungs, delving to the pits, and she felt intoxicated just from smelling it. She had known that this place was dangerous.

As soon as Haru had arrived, she had been downing shots, occasionally setting the glass down and screaming at a rather attractive silver-haired man. Kyouko had stayed in the corner, in shadows, away from the herd of tipsy people. She hadn't known anyone there, all unfamiliar eyes and faces engulfing her. There had been a beautiful woman with an eye patch and wide mauve eye gleaming yet idle. Her lips had been bowed in a thin line, charming, yet Kyouko had felt she had needed a friend.

Kyouko had opened her mouth, lips curled widely, friendly, yet the lonely woman had walked away, a distant look in her lone eye. A sigh passing her lips, Kyouko had scanned the crowd with quick eyes, looking for a certain white-haired man.

Kyouko did not ask what her brother's real line of work was. He had told her that he was a boxer, and that was that. But Kyouko knew better.

And when he had invited her to this business party, she had known it was not a good idea to come. It had seemed hazardous, dangerous, and there had been a foul feeling brewing in her abdomen, something clawing at the edges of her mind ruefully. Perhaps she had been being overly paranoid (Ryouhei had always poked fun at her for that trait) but this nagging feeling would not go away.

Kyouko had kept staring at the crowd, observant yet mindful, and carefully diligent, arms crossed across her chest tightly. Speaking of tight, the raven dress she had been sporting was overly tight, slipping on her body like second skin, enunciating the slight womanly curves she had managed to obtain. (Hana had wanted her friend to look "sexy" for this occasion; Kyouko had known better than to ever question the mind of Kurokawa Hana.) The brunette had felt lewd stares directed at her, not her eyes or face but body, and she shuffled uncomfortably in the safety of the corner.

And then she had felt a presence next to her, masculine aroma surrounding her and settling in her nose. It was sharp, yet delightful and she had been a little skeptical while she craned her neck.

He had been fairly taller than her, hair a shade darker than hers and unruly, spiky, unkempt but charming. His eyes had seemed warm, the same coffee color as his hair, yet slicing like a knife. His whole manner had screamed power, influence, dignity, gentleness, yet a faded shade of pride swirled in there as well, along with sheepishness and gentleness, immature yet mature.

She had fought to keep her eyes to the ground, away from his for she was scared she'd be hypnotized.

But he had been the first to speak, voice clear and deep, airily forming the words with lips quirked upwards. "Running away from the crowd?" His voice had immediately caused her ears to burn red, the sound sticking into her head like one of the lullabies her mother had sang a distant time ago.

"Basically," she had answered smoothly, eyes betraying her calm manner. He had shifted his hands to rest in his pockets (his suit had looked extremely expensive, sleek white and was that brand Armani?), a shrug in his shoulders. He had looked so put together, so defined and dutiful and dare she say beautiful.

Kyouko had then noticed that he hadn't spared her a glance, maybe when he had been walking over but she failed to notice. "It's not my thing either." He let out a chuckle, dissolving into the air and she could not keep her eyes stray.

And then she had heard the familiar screams of Haru, urging the brunette to join her in shots. Her squeaky screams had been followed by a masculine voice; the silver-haired man had waved his hands, appearing to be gesturing towards the two dark figures hiding in the corner. "Tenth! Come drink with me!"

The man next to her had waved his hand as well, in dismissal though. "Maybe later, Gokudera-kun..." He had seemed shy, sheepish like his eyes screamed, a child in the form of a man. Kyouko eyed him strangely. Was his name Tenth...? Cue weird look.

Kyouko had resisted sighing. She was stupid.

But even with the resisting, the two escapees had eventually been tugged into the drinking. Hana had appeared out of thin air in front of Kyouko, and the former had literally dragged Kyouko to where the alcohol was and forced a shot down her throat. The "Tenth" had been dragged by a tall, smiling black-haired man and together they had been downing shots like no tomorrow.

Kyouko was dragged out of the past, Haru's voice cutting off her train of thoughts.

"Nice flashback, Kyouko-chan. Very detailed." Haru nodded in approval.

"I've had a thing for literature," Kyouko supplied with a nod of the head. "But I don't remember anything after that..."

Haru instantly blanched. "I do..." Her skin paled, a ghostly fade of light. "It wasn't exactly...pleasant..."

Now it was Kyouko's turn to pale. She gulped, mentally readying herself for what was to come.

Haru's eyes narrowed to a glare. "Hahi. You look like someone just died. Lighten up; you had a good time." Kyouko instantly brightened in crimson like a tomato. She never liked tomatoes.

"Meaning...?" She was feeling nervous; maybe she shouldn't have asked.

Haru's eyes narrowed somewhat, a mischievous glint in them, a smirk hanging at the corners of her mouth provocatively. "You had quite the adventure with someone named Sawada Tsunayoshi."

The light-haired female's eyebrow rose elegantly. "Who is that?" And then realization dawned on her. He had been the beautiful man with the airy voice that had been standing next to her in the corner of the hall, escaping the crowd of drunken idiots. Almost as if she was having a spastic attack, Kyouko stood up and flailed her arms in the air, almost hitting her ceiling fan. "I slept with him?!"

A slow nod, probably processing her friend's antics, and then Haru continued, "Hahi. You got really, really drunk. He wasn't drunk, though." Kyouko gave a heavy, incredulous gaze. "After like three shots, you were done." Haru felt it necessary to add strange hand movements paired with her explanation. "You got really," she stressed the syllables too much for comfort, "close to Tsuna-san. Like, you were about to kiss him. I think you started touching him in...some...places." Kyouko's face reddened more; she felt the pounding of blood in her ears.

She was about to tell Haru to continue, but the words couldn't make it passed her lips. She ended up with a gurgled, dying sound escaping from the recesses of her throat, sounding monstrous in her ears. Haru frowned.

"That was scary, Kyouko-chan. Anyways, you grabbed his hand and literally dragged him upstairs. He seemed unwilling, that innocent guy. He's too cute for his own good." Haru had a glossy look in her eyes, dreamy and almost lust-filled in admiration. "I mean, if a cute girl like you was literally inviting him to screw her, most guys would just do it without a second thought. But he refused!"

A menacing glower erupted from the ginger, "He did it anyway, didn't he?"

"Yeah, well, how much self-control do you think guys have? You're not giving him enough credit, Kyouko-chan. This whole thing is your fault, after all." She was so blunt; Kyouko collapsed on the couch, almost in tears. "You seduced a guy, Kyouko-chan! Be happy!"

Kyouko looked at her with shaking, watering eyes, tiredness dotting at the lids. "It isn't funny, Haru-chan." Haru gave an enthusiastic smile, despite the succumbing situation.

"It'll be okay, Kyouko-chan! Your baby will be adorable!" Arms wrapped around Kyouko's neck, warm and engulfing; Kyouko took a second to think about the little person forming inside her body. She let a little smile slither on her lips, despite her contradicting eyes.

"Oh yeah, Kyouko-chan," Haru stated in Kyouko's hair, "I found out that Tsuna-san is the boss of the biggest mafia family in the world."

At this, Kyouko promptly froze solid, eyes as wide as saucers, mouth agape.

She fainted.

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Somewhere in the Vongola Mansion, Tsuna sneezed.

"Tenth, you're not getting sick are you?"

Yeah...I apologize for the possible mistakes and possible OOC-ness.

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Ciao!