ARE YOU READY?

Epilogue

Are you ready? This is the moment of truth.

Akashi Seiji was eighteen, red-haired, heterochromatic eyed – a scarlet and a cornflower orbs – and had two fathers when he opened the letter from the Medicine Faculty of the Tokyo University and discovered he'd been accepted.

He read greedily every single word, absorbed hours and professors' names he had already heard of, then waited for a moment more, for pure sadism, mentally smirking while feeling the gaze fixed on his back.

"Ohi, don't push, Kise!"

"Then?! Then?! Can you see him in face, Aominecchi?! Was he accepted?!"

"How the fuck should I know?!"

"Even if he saw him, he wouldn't understand all the same, nanodayo."

"Seiji-chin is like Kuro-chin, but I don't want to crush him."

"Kuroko-kun would crush you if you only ever tried, Atsushi."

"Well said, bro. Ohi, don't pus-…Ugh!"

"Bakagami, out of my way! I'll use Takao's Hawk Eye to read what's written on the letter!"

"Eh?! Wait, it doesn't work like that!"

"Hyuuga, you're killing him."

"Kiyoshi-san, it's better if you let him pass. I have enough data about him to know he would gladly kill you, in this moment."

"Don't encourage him, Momoi!"

"Come on, chill off, Riko-chan! You're not cute at all when you get angry!"

"Boys, listen to Alex-san and let Reo-nee pass!"

"Your hypocrisy surprises me every time, 'love'."

And while Kagami, Aomine and Kise pushed each other, while Hyuuga tried to pull by his neck Takao toward the glass and Teppei tried to stop him, while Momoi and Riko quarrelled and Alex tried to calm them, while Himuro and Murasakibara talked with each other and Reo and Chihiro kept on their bantering and Midorima stood against the wall, all spying – someone openly and someone faking disinterest – in a very poorly discrete way from behind the curtain of the living room window – the only one eyeing the letter box –, Kuroko sighed desolated.

A little giggle reached him with the arm circling his shoulders.

When he lifted his eyes on him, Seijuro smiled.

They were both sitting on the couch, observing the show of their idiotic friend – and self-proclaimed uncles of the object of such attention –, and they both looked calm, collected, in contrast with all the others. Kuroko spied on his husband, elegant with his suit trousers and white shirt still on from work, and between himself he felt surprised for the umpteenth time, so he lowered his eyes on the wedding ring on his left hand.

Akashi noticed his gaze and smiled, tender. Tetsuya seemed always amazed by that ring, the proof of their marriage, and it was understandable, but to him it was only one of the many miracles he felt like worshipping every time he posed his gaze on the minute figure of his husband.

He lowered his eyes on his lover's chest. He couldn't see it, but he knew it was there: Kuroko's new heart, result of a six-hours surgery of a year and a half before, was a hidden and silent wonder, but thankfully strong and efficient.

He lowered his eyes a bit more. That was instead a wonder that was kind of impossible not to notice.

Careful, Seijuro stretched his hand to caress his husband's round and full belly and touched it slowly since when he felt a movement of the baby inside it, almost on the left side of the teal-head.

Kuroko immediately lifted his eyes on him.

"Did you hear?" he slowly asked, but with a living and amazed sparkle in his eyes.

Akashi smiled and nodded.

"He's saying that his uncles are imbeciles." he declared, stealing a kiss from the shorter one's lips, "His big brother has obviously being accepted."

"Obviously." Kuroko repeated, rolling his eyes but opening in a little smile, "After all, he's your son."

"Precisely. He's absolute like me."

Tetsuya shook his head, sighing again, but after all amazed by the red-head's arrogance.

The following day, he would be admitted to the hospital and subjected to a programmed caesarean cut to give birth without risks to his second son, Akashi Tetsuhiko, - the repeating of the miraculous conception didn't grant the repeating even of the miracle of both father's and son's survival without adequate treatments, Midorima had said grumbling – but for that moment at least he would concentrate only on Seiji and would keep him the closest possible before the birth of his younger brother and his leaving for the University would brought him away from them sensibly. He would even move, saying he was ready to live on his own and forcing him to admit that a house with a just born child would be far too noisy to allow him to study.

"It will be okay." Kuroko jerked, surprised, and moved his eyes back on Akashi, but he kept on smiling to him as if he had read his thoughts perfectly, "Seiji is smart, he'll be fine in his own. You have to worry for Tetsuhiko, who'll have all this folk around for the next eighteen years of his life at best."

Tetsuya smiled at those words, laid against his husband's side posing the head on his shoulder and sighing meekly in his body's warmth, but didn't answer. He would take the right to worry for a bit more, independently from what Seijuro said.

Seiji entered the main door in that moment and stood on the living room entrance. He took pleasure for a bit more in the sufferance and restless faces of his uncles and only when Kise was on the verge of death he opened in a victorious smile and lifted his admission letter to the sky as a sign of triumph.

Then, he was run over by a mass of bodies.

The chorus of two sighs was covered by the enthusiastic voiced of that folk.

"Seijuro?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please gently go to save our son?"

Akashi laughed a bit, but got up and reached for the crowd of uncles around the celebrated man, risking suffocating or stamping on him probably. Tetsuya observed him with a smile, then passed a hand over his belly in a light but loving caress.

"Don't worry, Tetsuhiko." he murmured slowly, paying attention not to be heard, "Even if they're all a bit crazy, you're going to born in a marvellous family."

Tetsuhiko kicked delicately his mother and Tetsuya smiled deciphering that answer.

I know., it said, I'm ready.

THE END

Okay, well, we're at the end, aren't we? :)

DID YOU SEE THEM?! Happy Papa-Sei-kun, Happy Mama-Tecchan; Happy Seiji-nii and probably future Happy Tetsuhiko-chan! Now I want my bear-hugs and all the love you promised me! v.v

A part from jokes, here's a little serious thing. I've never, ever, written M-Preg or GenderBender. This was my first time and it made me a bit worried because I wasn't sure how to write it without being stupid or disrespectful. If, despite my effort to avoid it, I've been one of these two, then I'm sorry and I apologize.

That said, what I wanted to communicate was: DON'T make your choice based on what OTHERS want/ask from you. Nobody, be it your father or your lover or whoever you want, has the right to choose for you. If you want to attend that school, do it even if nobody you know will do the same; if you want to love someone, do it and don't listen to what people say (that person excluded, obviously ^^"); and if you want to take a Gender-Change Surgery or every other kind of aesthetic surgery, than do it, it's your body, you have the right to do whatever you want with it as long as it is for YOU to feel BETTER. Just, DON'T DO IT FOR SOMEONE ELSE.

Okay, seriousness exhausted, let's come back to idiocy.

If you want to check them, on Tumblr emimiyako and signedsfs had drawn some beautiful images of Seiji. Oh, and -always on tumblr " agapantoblu . tumblr . com "- my Ask-Box will be opened from the 3rd of July, okay? :)

Well then, see you!

Agap