The doctor is in!

Indie rp/ask blog for Yuri Isami from Tokyo Debunker!

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After many requests, and a briefly free schedule I have decided to grace you all with my presence. Feel free to bring me your inquiries, but make it fast- I'm a busy man.

Mortkranken is here for your many different ailments, but let it be known we are not here to "kiss boo boos" well again, that's what Darkwick General is there for!

Multiship 18+ Mun is an adult, minors be wary

NSFW will appear, under the tag #medical biohazard so if you don't want to see it feel free to avoid that one. (And if Mun has missed a post you believe should have the tag, feel free to tell me.)

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((The leaked anniversary warding card has inspired me.)) A rather lethargic looking cat makes its way around Mortkranken's halls. Some students try to bend over to pet or pick up the purple-furred creature, only to have their advances rejected as it slinks away. Finding the door to Yuri's office ajar, the cat wanders inside. It makes little noise as it approaches the desk, sitting down in front of it. Its tail swishes as it makes some cat-culations. It jumps, but not high enough. The poor thing scrabbles at the desk, stray papers flying off in its wake, but to no avail. Landing on its feet with a discontented huff, he shakes off his shame (literally). Unable to see far enough away to properly judge the correct distance, the strange cat circles around the desk. A series a soft, low meows act as a cry for help as it seems to search for something. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

For once, Yuri wasn't at his desk. His back sore, he'd reclined on the couch to study his files and somehow found himself stirring from an unexpected unplanned nap some nearly two hours later, jolted by the sound of a cat meowing. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced at the cat. That was a strange cat....it looked very lethargic, too.

"Now cats seek my medical attention, too?" Yuri yawns and inspects his office; papers are now strewn everywhere but the cat remains on the ground. Did it really attempt to jump on his desk? Then again, it only attempted to jump on his desk. He swings his legs back over the edge of the couch and leans forward, beckoning to the cat, "Come here, little thing...." Something must be wrong with the cat. Maybe it did indeed need a medical examination.

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The cat becomes still. Its ears perking up to the sound of Yuri's voice. Brilliant crimson eyes stare as the sickly thing tries to see what's over there. Its steps are slow and cautious, but once Yuri's face comes clear in his vision, it happily saunters over. The ragged ball of purple fur bursts into loud purrs as it rubs against Yuri's leg. Any and all contact from the doctor is welcomed - a far cry from how it treated everyone else. No matter how he's handled, he doesn't make a fuss. No matter where he's touched, he doesn't squirm. He's in the safest hands he could ever be in. The cat's fur appears patchy in places, but only due to the scars littering the cat's little body. With Yuri's medical expertise, he can tell at a glance these were likely surgical scars. The fluffy tail curls around Yuri's wrist as he blinks slowly. Surely he would recognize his assistant? Jiro could only hope he does. Even with this strange affliction, he'd surely need to be medicated. At least the dosage could be reduced for the time being. Saves on supplies.

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The cat's entire demeanor changes once it's close enough and rumbles loudly against his hands. Yuri lifts the cat easily with a frown; a cat this size should really weigh more, shouldn't it? He tucks the cat into the crook of his arm to examine carefully, half expecting it to fuss at the awkward positioning and manipulation-his feeble knowledge of cats was that typically they didn't like being moved against their will or moved onto their back.

But still the cat purred contentedly, leaning and settling into his arms.

Surgical scars...? On a cat? And the exact pattern was exactly like-

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Yuri stares at the cat for a long moment. ".....Jiro?" When he'd become a cat abruptly, he'd attempted to speak, but talking was never something Jiro found a high priority, so this made sense he supposes. Not only that, he was in the care of the best doctor on campus now, wasn't he? He sighs, "Oh, Jiro-kun, what are we going to do with you..."

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Jiro cocks his head at the question - although he can't answer, he wants to prove he can understand. A small, raspy mew his only response. The instinct to shower Yuri with affection overwrites his desire to fix the problem. He finds himself head-butting and rubbing anywhere he can reach as he explodes into purrs once more. He would roll around in his lap if he could, but he also enjoys being held by his favorite doctor. Directing him to the lab where the accident occurred? Forgotten. Looking for a way to get smaller glasses? Don't care anymore. He has his favorite person in the whole world. So what if in a haze of fatigue and nausea he accidentally grabbed the wrong vial, and the medicine he was creating immediately turned into a gaseous substance that turned him into a cat? It should wear off eventually - or Yuri will get up and investigate. Then he might remember that it's a problem.

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The tiny weak meow tells him everything. The cat form, the loss of glasses, the weakness in his voice, the trembling of his limbs, the quick pace of his heart. Yuri sighs and presses a gentle kiss to the top of the cat's head, "Jiro-kun, what I am to do with you?"

He adjusts his hold of Jiro and stands, moving over to the desk and searching through the drawers with his free hand. Jiro hadn't become a cat during their recent escapade, for better or worse, but Yuri had concerns of his own and had some things commissioned just in case. It had taken a chunk of their already struggling budget for a situation that likely never would have come to pass normally, but he'd hated feeling so inadequate in cat form when it was pushed upon him, he couldn't stand the thought of his assistant in the same position.

"Here we are," he produces a small set of glasses with an elastic band attached to the arms and slides them over Jiro's tiny head, fussing with the band around his cat ears. "This should help you with your vision problems. As for the rest, well...." He needs to determine a new dose given his now considerably smaller mass, as well as to retrace the steps of what exactly Jiro had used and what he had meant to take instead.

Jiro'd told him in the past they should look into relabelling things. He's starting to feel convinced now.

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((The leaked anniversary warding card has inspired me.)) A rather lethargic looking cat makes its way around Mortkranken's halls. Some students try to bend over to pet or pick up the purple-furred creature, only to have their advances rejected as it slinks away. Finding the door to Yuri's office ajar, the cat wanders inside. It makes little noise as it approaches the desk, sitting down in front of it. Its tail swishes as it makes some cat-culations. It jumps, but not high enough. The poor thing scrabbles at the desk, stray papers flying off in its wake, but to no avail. Landing on its feet with a discontented huff, he shakes off his shame (literally). Unable to see far enough away to properly judge the correct distance, the strange cat circles around the desk. A series a soft, low meows act as a cry for help as it seems to search for something. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

For once, Yuri wasn't at his desk. His back sore, he'd reclined on the couch to study his files and somehow found himself stirring from an unexpected unplanned nap some nearly two hours later, jolted by the sound of a cat meowing. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced at the cat. That was a strange cat....it looked very lethargic, too.

"Now cats seek my medical attention, too?" Yuri yawns and inspects his office; papers are now strewn everywhere but the cat remains on the ground. Did it really attempt to jump on his desk? Then again, it only attempted to jump on his desk. He swings his legs back over the edge of the couch and leans forward, beckoning to the cat, "Come here, little thing...." Something must be wrong with the cat. Maybe it did indeed need a medical examination.

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The cat becomes still. Its ears perking up to the sound of Yuri's voice. Brilliant crimson eyes stare as the sickly thing tries to see what's over there. Its steps are slow and cautious, but once Yuri's face comes clear in his vision, it happily saunters over. The ragged ball of purple fur bursts into loud purrs as it rubs against Yuri's leg. Any and all contact from the doctor is welcomed - a far cry from how it treated everyone else. No matter how he's handled, he doesn't make a fuss. No matter where he's touched, he doesn't squirm. He's in the safest hands he could ever be in. The cat's fur appears patchy in places, but only due to the scars littering the cat's little body. With Yuri's medical expertise, he can tell at a glance these were likely surgical scars. The fluffy tail curls around Yuri's wrist as he blinks slowly. Surely he would recognize his assistant? Jiro could only hope he does. Even with this strange affliction, he'd surely need to be medicated. At least the dosage could be reduced for the time being. Saves on supplies.

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The cat's entire demeanor changes once it's close enough and rumbles loudly against his hands. Yuri lifts the cat easily with a frown; a cat this size should really weigh more, shouldn't it? He tucks the cat into the crook of his arm to examine carefully, half expecting it to fuss at the awkward positioning and manipulation-his feeble knowledge of cats was that typically they didn't like being moved against their will or moved onto their back.

But still the cat purred contentedly, leaning and settling into his arms.

Surgical scars...? On a cat? And the exact pattern was exactly like-

Like-

Yuri stares at the cat for a long moment. ".....Jiro?" When he'd become a cat abruptly, he'd attempted to speak, but talking was never something Jiro found a high priority, so this made sense he supposes. Not only that, he was in the care of the best doctor on campus now, wasn't he? He sighs, "Oh, Jiro-kun, what are we going to do with you..."

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do you like gregory house

I appreciate his track records for getting to the bottom of everything and the way he must put up with insipid germs who undermine him at every turn. But I admit his bedside manner leaves much to be desired, and the way that he treats his own benefactor....

even if she is clearly there by means other than her own competency, the way he responds to her is far from appropriate. For the sake of a budget, perhaps a small more amount of respect is due. Even if she hasn't earned it.

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((The leaked anniversary warding card has inspired me.)) A rather lethargic looking cat makes its way around Mortkranken's halls. Some students try to bend over to pet or pick up the purple-furred creature, only to have their advances rejected as it slinks away. Finding the door to Yuri's office ajar, the cat wanders inside. It makes little noise as it approaches the desk, sitting down in front of it. Its tail swishes as it makes some cat-culations. It jumps, but not high enough. The poor thing scrabbles at the desk, stray papers flying off in its wake, but to no avail. Landing on its feet with a discontented huff, he shakes off his shame (literally). Unable to see far enough away to properly judge the correct distance, the strange cat circles around the desk. A series a soft, low meows act as a cry for help as it seems to search for something. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

For once, Yuri wasn't at his desk. His back sore, he'd reclined on the couch to study his files and somehow found himself stirring from an unexpected unplanned nap some nearly two hours later, jolted by the sound of a cat meowing. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced at the cat. That was a strange cat....it looked very lethargic, too.

"Now cats seek my medical attention, too?" Yuri yawns and inspects his office; papers are now strewn everywhere but the cat remains on the ground. Did it really attempt to jump on his desk? Then again, it only attempted to jump on his desk. He swings his legs back over the edge of the couch and leans forward, beckoning to the cat, "Come here, little thing...." Something must be wrong with the cat. Maybe it did indeed need a medical examination.

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by any chance could you possibly terminate rabies from babies

By far the most thought-provoking missive I have received in some time. I do not ordinarily concern myself with common diseases, my specialization is in anomalous medicine after all....

But upon further recollection, the world of medicine is such a state of disrepair regarding the treatment of situations such as that...yes, I suppose I could. I can cure anything I put my mind to, mark my words.

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It's during a rare quiet moment as the pair relaxes together that the subject comes up: "Until I came here, I had no idea just how much I didn't know about." Jiro thought himself to be pretty well educated - and he was, compared to the others in the secluded area. He had always preferred scholarly pursuits, and taught himself most of what he relies on now. But there are a great many things he didn't know about the world as a whole: Holidays, modern traditions, leisurely pursuits... He didn't even know that you speak when your name is called during attendance. What others likely saw as Yuri pushing more onto his plate was, to him, a wonderfully engaging lesson. Coordinated costumes on Halloween. Cutting down and decorating a tree for Christmas. If Yuri was willing to keep pulling him into these sorts of things, he'd gladly follow - even if they weren't practically glued at the hip. "Ever since our museum date, I've been wondering what most people do out in the city." Jiro's book had long since been discarded, favoring whatever it was that Yuri was mindlessly watching - probably some way to entertain himself while giving his poor mind a rest. "To be clear, I'm not saying we need to do those things. I've been thinking that I should try to understand the world around me a bit more - especially if we're going to be setting up shop out there after we graduate." In spite of the questions, he was still relaxed and content. He isn't troubled by his lack of knowledge in the least. It all came up from simple curiosity. And his beloved Yuri was the best teacher he could ever ask for. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

Yuri was sleepily curled up against Jiro, idly massaging Jiro's hands. He wishes vaguely that his boyfriend's hands didn't crack so noisily every time he did this, but there was something almost therapeutic about the sound as well. He hums at Jiro's suggestion, and nods vaguely, "No, we should. Every activity, no matter how small or unimportant it may seem, is another gateway to the world and a way to make our own place in it."

It was also another opportunity to spend more time with Jiro. And to teach him things; every time Jiro learns something new, his face lights up and his eyes sparkle just a little brighter.

"Did you have a specific activity in mind to try out, Jiro?"

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@askrphakufemale um iam worried there blood all over subaur room

Kagami is generally a good patient; if anything were actually wrong, he would have contacted me. Hotarubi is prone to the presence of ghosts and spirits, is it not? You should know that better than anyone; kindly check if any of them are up to something.

I really do have better things to do with my time, you know.

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i did checek no ghosut or any thing i tough he was hurt then i i got better look yeah he kiled some one -

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.....the time for April Fool's jokes is past, Haku. You know better than to joke about something like that.

You are talking about Subaru Kagami. Your captain. Think this over very carefully, and turn your brain on for once.

You yourself were involved in the situation with Mister Colt. You know what impact an accusation like that can have on a ghoul, especially one in Kagami's position.

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it not april foold parks

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The fuck it isn't.

You know better than anyone what that accusation can do to a ghoul. And if you seriously come to me with an accusation of that nature, I will be required to report it to staff. Your house will collapse.

Tell me this is a poorly thought out prank, Haku, or so help me god I might start to assume they were right when they called you a homewrecker.

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@askrphakufemale um iam worried there blood all over subaur room

Kagami is generally a good patient; if anything were actually wrong, he would have contacted me. Hotarubi is prone to the presence of ghosts and spirits, is it not? You should know that better than anyone; kindly check if any of them are up to something.

I really do have better things to do with my time, you know.

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Yuri has been working for days straight, putting it off every time Jiro asks when he's going to bed. Every time he seems to hit his breaking point, he gains another surge of energy. But today...Yuri glances up at him and squints at the paperwork in front of him blearily, "Jiro. We've spoken of the future before. About after this. About..." There was no gentle way to broach the subject plaguing him, especially not with his head this muddled, "about children. I've already drawn up concepts for the mechanisms needed to make it a reality, externally, but..." Why couldn't he get the words out? "If....we couldn't make it external, hypothetically..." He caps his pen, uncaps it, caps it, uncaps it, "hypothetically, if the children required a living host, that is...if..." Why is he even asking this? "You said I was the more feminine one of us. If it came to it, hypothetically speaking...would you be willing to let me? Would you....never mind, this entire subject is stupid, isn't it?" @ask-doctor-isami

He's silent for a brief moment - taken aback by the question that seems to have been plaguing his dear partner. "Is that what's been bothering you?" Jiro's voice is soft as he leans over the desk. A gentle hand reaches out to card through teal locks. It was unusual for Yuri to leave Jiro to sleep on his own these days. The captain also appeared distracted lately. While he knew something was on his mind, Jiro knew better than to try to force him to talk. The proud man would never admit to it - at least until he was ready to talk. "It's not stupid at all. These are the sorts of things long-term partners discuss, right?" Taking both hands into his - pen and all - he brings one to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss there. "It's not something we've been able to discuss at length, but if the plan is to cure me first, I don't see any problem with that - If that's what you want of course." While the device would be the most practical, there was something about a natural pregnancy that had its merits as well. The first is quite obvious. Making the baby is the most fun portion. The rest though, had its challenges. But is it really much different than now? While Jiro is still able to work, Yuri still needs to care for him. If Yuri were to act as a host, their roles would be reversed, but Jiro sees no issue with this. "I'll be more than willing to cover for your maternity. Paternity? At any rate, if it comes to that, I promise I'll take care of you." If he ever needed to care for Yuri, he'd gladly do anything and everything in his power - just as Yuri does for him. "I find nothing wrong with planning. We have to account for every possible scenario. I'm just surprised you're thinking about our formerly hypothetical children."

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"These are our future children we're talking about, Jiro, there's nothing hypothetical about them at this point," Yuri scoffs, "I already decided a long time ago you were the man I'm going to marry, children are the logical next step, is it not?" He pulls Jiro's hands back towards him in turn and presses a kiss to them.

"And we already have Alexandre. A pet usually comes before real children, doesn't it?" He considers Jiro's hands and turns them over so he can press a kiss to the pulse point of each wrist.

Real children. The words feel solid in his mouth, but also...terrifying. Real children. Children with both of their genes together. Biological children. "The device would reduce all health risks involved with the development of such children, but in the event we can't properly make that function as desired..." The idea of carrying children himself is a terrifying concept with all he knows of pregnancy from his research. "I've made my opinions on pregnancy quite clear in the past, I believe. But if it's our only option...." He sighs, "if it comes to it, and we do have to utilize this option, I hope you take full responsibility for every ounce of unpleasantry your child will cause me."

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"That's what surprised me the most. The last time we spoke about it, you were against the idea." He wasn't sure why the thought of him coming around on this made him happy. Perhaps it was the chance to care for Yuri. Or maybe it was the full biology of it - not that the device would take that away. Both of their genetic material would still be needed.

Maybe there was some romance to the process of natural procreation. About trying and trying again until it takes.

Jiro moves around the desk, kneeling before his future husband and 'mother' of their future children. "You have my word. If it becomes necessary for you to physically bear our children, I will take full responsibility."

He remembers the dream Yuri spoke of where they had a young daughter. Ever since he brought it up, he also considered possible steps.

"But if that could be the case, I should study up on prenatal care. Birthing as well. Perhaps there's some kind of course or training I can take."

Lured by the warmth of Yuri's body he moves closer, settling between the other's legs so he can wrap his arms around his lover's waist.

He's always so warm. So comfortable. Jiro could attach himself like a parasite if that were feasible (but that's hardly practical).

"I'll study hard so I know how to mitigate side-effects. So I know how to tend to your aches and pains. To make sure you and the baby are healthy."

He couldn't see Yuri's dream, but he could see the little girl that resembled them so in his mind's eye. "I hope you won't have to endure all of that, but trust that you'll be cared for if you do."

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"I would still prefer to avoid it at all costs, obviously," Yuri scoffs; he's attempting to remain irritated in his tone but it's hard to maintain when Jiro wraps himself around his body so warm and protective and comforting. How anyone would remain in a foul mood with that sort of soothing presence is beyond him. He runs his fingers through Jiro's hair, rubbing gently at the scalp.

"But we have Alexandre. Marriage in inevitable. Children are inevitable." He'd already decided one of these long ago, but the others...well, the idea was growing on him. "Himawari is inevitable, I'm certain she is....whatever it takes, if you're there with me....well. What is medical science without a few experiments?" Yuri chuckles, "and with my genius, and the brilliant mind you have, fostered by my own lessons....we can't exactly fail, can we?"

The idea of pregnancy is still terrible. He'd only use it as a last ditch option. But it was an option. And until the last breath, all options need to be left on the table, regardless of his distaste. And for the sake of that little girl with his ambition and Jiro's hair....some options were worth considering.

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Mortkranken explaining their plans for procreation to MC

MC: .....I'm not questioning your actions, but why was it never put into your calculations that Jiro be the one who carries your child, if you've already cured him at that point? Yuri: B-because! MC: I'm sorry it just makes it sound like you actually wanted to bear his children or something....I'm sorry does that make sense at all....? Jiro: *staring at Yuri* Yuri: shut up it just make sense for me to be the one to carry them if it comes down to it because...well... Jiro: ......my stigma Yuri: y-! YES! That's it! That's why! His stigma! That's why Jiro can't do it, obviously, we can't take risks with his stigma! Jiro: ......hm. Yes. Obviously.

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Yuri has been working for days straight, putting it off every time Jiro asks when he's going to bed. Every time he seems to hit his breaking point, he gains another surge of energy. But today...Yuri glances up at him and squints at the paperwork in front of him blearily, "Jiro. We've spoken of the future before. About after this. About..." There was no gentle way to broach the subject plaguing him, especially not with his head this muddled, "about children. I've already drawn up concepts for the mechanisms needed to make it a reality, externally, but..." Why couldn't he get the words out? "If....we couldn't make it external, hypothetically..." He caps his pen, uncaps it, caps it, uncaps it, "hypothetically, if the children required a living host, that is...if..." Why is he even asking this? "You said I was the more feminine one of us. If it came to it, hypothetically speaking...would you be willing to let me? Would you....never mind, this entire subject is stupid, isn't it?" @ask-doctor-isami

He's silent for a brief moment - taken aback by the question that seems to have been plaguing his dear partner. "Is that what's been bothering you?" Jiro's voice is soft as he leans over the desk. A gentle hand reaches out to card through teal locks. It was unusual for Yuri to leave Jiro to sleep on his own these days. The captain also appeared distracted lately. While he knew something was on his mind, Jiro knew better than to try to force him to talk. The proud man would never admit to it - at least until he was ready to talk. "It's not stupid at all. These are the sorts of things long-term partners discuss, right?" Taking both hands into his - pen and all - he brings one to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss there. "It's not something we've been able to discuss at length, but if the plan is to cure me first, I don't see any problem with that - If that's what you want of course." While the device would be the most practical, there was something about a natural pregnancy that had its merits as well. The first is quite obvious. Making the baby is the most fun portion. The rest though, had its challenges. But is it really much different than now? While Jiro is still able to work, Yuri still needs to care for him. If Yuri were to act as a host, their roles would be reversed, but Jiro sees no issue with this. "I'll be more than willing to cover for your maternity. Paternity? At any rate, if it comes to that, I promise I'll take care of you." If he ever needed to care for Yuri, he'd gladly do anything and everything in his power - just as Yuri does for him. "I find nothing wrong with planning. We have to account for every possible scenario. I'm just surprised you're thinking about our formerly hypothetical children."

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"These are our future children we're talking about, Jiro, there's nothing hypothetical about them at this point," Yuri scoffs, "I already decided a long time ago you were the man I'm going to marry, children are the logical next step, is it not?" He pulls Jiro's hands back towards him in turn and presses a kiss to them.

"And we already have Alexandre. A pet usually comes before real children, doesn't it?" He considers Jiro's hands and turns them over so he can press a kiss to the pulse point of each wrist.

Real children. The words feel solid in his mouth, but also...terrifying. Real children. Children with both of their genes together. Biological children. "The device would reduce all health risks involved with the development of such children, but in the event we can't properly make that function as desired..." The idea of carrying children himself is a terrifying concept with all he knows of pregnancy from his research. "I've made my opinions on pregnancy quite clear in the past, I believe. But if it's our only option...." He sighs, "if it comes to it, and we do have to utilize this option, I hope you take full responsibility for every ounce of unpleasantry your child will cause me."

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Yuri accidentally implying he'd be the "mother" of the children is funny but I had a brief thought of "even if he could, Yuri probably never WOULD physically carry children-he knows all the ways childbirth messes up the human body"

that's why he's inventing the external conception things, obviously oh yeah and for medicinal purposes in the world, too, sure

but primarily so he and Jiro can have biological kids without the possibility of death for a surrogate or doing something weird to themselves

like even if you dropped us in an a/b/o story, Yuri would STILL invent it bc no matter how much Jiro might WANT to knock him up he refuses

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Adding C'Est Bon to the family means so many interesting implications....

for their wedding Yuri trusts Romeo to help him pick out a suit but he also has an addendum "and we need our son to be dressed as well"

Romeo stares at the photo he's been given. "This is a rat." "He's our son." "........he'll be the best dressed rat anyone will have ever seen, then." "Thank you, I knew I could count on you."

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Since being doused with the Isoprophen X, the C'Est Bon has been behaving almost.... domesticated. Yuri approaches with the pink rodent sitting calmly on his shoulder one day, "do you think perhaps we should name it?" He lightly pats its head with a finger and receives only a content squeak in response.

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"That's the anomaly you captured, correct?" Jiro leans in closer to examine the new specimen - though at this point, it would be more accurate to call it a pet. "Not surprising it took this shape. Pestilence is often attributed to rodents, especially rats." He wouldn't have believed this to be the thing responsible for driving people to end their own lives if he wasn't on the case. The little thing appears to be quite content with its very domesticated new life. "Perhaps we could name it after a notable plague doctor, such as Ambriose Paré or Nial Ó Glacáin." A pause for thought. "Or maybe after Alexandre Yersin, the doctor that isolated the bacterium responsible for the Black Death?" Jiro gently runs a finger along the rodent's back, moving slow as to not scare it.

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The C'Est Bon is still for a moment, then leans into the touch as Yuri watches them passively. "Hm. I already refer to Hart as Yersinia from time to time," he admits, "we wouldn't want to mix up the plague-ridden creature with this adorable thing, now, would we?"

He produces a small piece of blue cheese, and the anomalous rat holds it in both pink hands, nibbling excitedly. "Alexandre would work, I suppose...." He's never been good at naming pets. Most people named pets such silly things, names that were not names. Haru and his bizarre little creature Peekaboo, or that miniature kraken he'd been told about, Calamari. Words, but not names.

The anomaly squeaks, "Alexandre?" It squeaks again. "Yes, Alexandre is a perfect name."

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The nickname earns a laugh from the sickly ghoul. "Well, that certainly explains why you insist on me staying away from Hart's dorm." Though the horror stories he'd heard from Rui should've been proof enough. Watching Yuri interact with their new pet was heartwarming. He was already receptive to the idea that the anomaly basically chose its own name from the choices given. "Alexandre it is, then." Jiro doesn't even need to ask anymore. Rarely do things ever belong to just one or the other. Jiro has already moved what few personal possessions he had to Yuri's dorm, leaving his old room as a space for him to quarantine if necessary.

They're already well on their way to a domestic life, taking whatever slices of it they can in an institutional setting. "I wasn't expecting to have an anomalous pet, but it seems quite fitting for us somehow."

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Yuri's reflex is to immediately argue against the terminology of "pet" for the C'Est Bon in their care, but he watches Alexandre happily gnaw on its snack while Jiro looks on with a tender look in his eyes. It's soft....domestic, even.

He scoops the rat-like anomaly into one hand, cupping it in both hands and raising it to set on Jiro's shoulder. The rat curiously looks about and sniffs at Jiro's face, licking his cheek once or twice before settling in to finish its snack.

"Alexandre seems to like you," Yuri remarks softly, "of course, the father of our children only should." He wouldn't be so blatant in the presence of anyone else, but the idea of calling the rat their son in only the presence of Jiro...he didn't mind it so much.

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Yuri puts a label on C'Est Bon's cage proudly.

Alexandre Isami-Kirisaki

His cheeks tinge with pink just staring at the pink anomalous rat scurrying about the cage with the small toy it's been given before moving to its exercise wheel. They've named it. They have a pet together.

He and Jiro sleep in the same bed, Jiro's moving more and more of his belongings into his room, they share meals and sleep and sex and affection and now they have an anomalous pet together. They have promise rings. They have plans together.

Yuri reaches in and pats the rat idly. "....our pink son....."

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself and he almost collapses in embarrassment, face hot and flushed. Their son?!? Why would that even come to mind? This was an anomalous case study! That....acted like a domesticated animal and was fond of them and very few other people.

Their pink son, huh....

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They hadn't directly spoken about what had happened, and in public Yuri acted as though he didn't think much of it. But in private, he kept looking at Jiro until it consumed him.

"Jiro. About-...." His breath catches in his throat, and he clears it to speak, "about what happened....back at the museum. I'm..." He wouldn't be caught dead saying this to anyone else, "I'm sorry. You needed me, and I failed you."

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Having Yuri approach him about the events of their last mission was quite the coincidence. Jiro was planning to speak with Yuri when he had a free moment. Twice during that time, he had seen the man he loved unravel. The first time - after sending the honor student on her way - he was able to at least try to provide some comfort. The second time however... It took everything he had to send him on his way. Time was of the essence after all. It surprised him just how much he felt his own heart break as he watched Yuri run out of the room, still clearly in distress. With his mind free to wander, he could only worry about his mental state. Jiro has since recovered, and was free to return to the dorms. He was ready to get back to work, but - in a rare moment of agreement - Yuri and Professor Nicholas insisted he rest a bit longer. Sitting up in Yuri's bed (though it might as well be both of theirs at this point), he silently beckons the doctor to come closer. Jiro takes Yuri's hand into his the moment he's able to reach. "Yuri..." With a gentle tug, he urges his boyfriend to sit on the bed. With a glance he can tell he's barely holding it together. Jiro offers a soft smile - something that comes easy with the man he loves. "You were under a great deal of stress. Besides, it was my fault. I'm the one who insisted on delaying my morning treatment. Besides..." His other free hand comes to rest on Yuri's cheek. "I heard what Hyde said... chastising you for 'abandoning the mission.'" A light scoff. "I know you'd never abandon me, and I know you're the reason I made it back at all." "There may have been a bit of a hiccup, but you never failed me. I'm still here, aren't I?"

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"I didn't-!" For once, Jiro's hand feels warm on his cheek, and his shoulders tremble with the effort of holding everything back, "All I had to do was give you a single injection and I couldn't even do that! I've done it a million times and I couldn't do that one thing for you!" His cheeks feel wet, his vision is blurry, "I had one job that day, and I couldn't even do that...."

No one else got to see this. No one else was allowed to see him like this. He's not even sure he could bring himself to relax so much in front of anyone but Jiro.

"I couldn't..." There's a small sound, and something warm hits the back of his hands and rolls off onto his pants. "For one brief moment, I thought I might lose you. And it was my fault." The distance between them is too much. He can't handle this much distance, not right now. He clambers forward and onto Jiro's lap, burying his face in Jiro's shoulder, "I can't lose you, Jiro..."

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In spite of the numerous declarations, the many wishes of a long, happy life together, Yuri's words still hit him with a force he could scarcely describe. Jiro couldn't understand the twisting of his own heart. Logic would dictate this to be the natural outcome. If you're planning a life together, surely you wouldn't want to lose them. But it's often said that hearing the truth aloud makes all the difference. Jiro can't dispute it. Were their roles reversed, he would find himself equally distraught. If Yuri were to die, Jiro's last concern would be his own ability to survive. He wouldn't want a life without Yuri anyhow. Jiro wraps his arms around Yuri, closing the microscopic distance between them. The desire to protect him was immense, but from what? The shadows in the corner? The tears that soaked into his shoulder? Still, he held Yuri like the precious treasure he was, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Outside, he's calm, but his mind is working hard, trying to find some way to help. Suddenly, he reminded of a time not too long ago when their roles were reversed. It's a bit awkward, but he cranes his neck enough to expose a pulse point, trying to bring it against Yuri's cheek. "This is your fault as well." To drive the point home, he takes one of Yuri's hands and brings it to his scarred chest. "I'm alive because of you, and I continue to be." Tiring of the strange angle of his neck, he rests his head against Yuri's, gently nuzzling against soft, teal locks. "You bear a great burden, being the only one that can safely treat me. I truly wish I could take some of that weight." Precisely why he feels such guilt when he accidentally neglects his own health. "I understand your fear. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you. But it's over now. What's done is done and we both came out at the other side." A pause. A sigh. "Sorry. Not the most comforting thing I guess. But my point is, we can keep going. Once you cure me - and I know you will. You're the most stubborn man I've ever met - worries such as this will be a distant memory. For both of us."

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Jiro's pulse is strong; he can feel it against his face and his hands and his sobbing falls quiet as he takes in that sound and attempts to commit that solid sound to memory as he often does. When they fall asleep at night, entangled in each other's limbs, he likes to rest his head against his boyfriend's chest and remember this pulse, the sound of this heart that beats for him, that beats because of him. It's the world's greatest white noise machine.

"Jiro..."

He knows he talks a big game, it's one of the many things Yuri excels at. But left to his own devices, he's insecure, and few people know that quite so well as Jiro. And time and again he props Yuri back up when he's weak. They rebuild each other and reinforce their walls whenever they crumble. He's not a man who ascribes much to fate, but for him to find someone who completes him so perfectly....what else could it be?

He kisses the pulse point, gently at first and then he bites down. It's not exactly aggressive, but it's beyond a doubt possessive. He's not attempting to draw blood, but it's somehow comforting to see the rapidly forming bruise on his boyfriend's neck when he pulls back; no one else can do this but him. No one can leave marks on this man like he can, no one else can possess him like this.

These are things only he can do. Pride blooms in his chest and he kisses the forming bite tenderly, "thank you...." This is something that can only happen between them, something that only exists with them. "My Jiro...."

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He still doesn't understand how Yuri is immune to the effects of his stigma, but he's no less thankful for it. Each mark left by Yuri, he wears with pride, not even bothering to try and hide it. Jiro doesn't need to look in a mirror to know how the colorful bruise stands proud against his pale complexion. His smile is bright, knowing that Yuri's neck remains pristine. A familiar warmth blooms in his chest as he nuzzles against Yuri's face in a silent plea. Feeling his love's breath fan warm against his face brings a flutter in his heart that intensifies when their lips finally come together. Slow and chaste, their mouths move in near-tandem. Though no words are exchanged, every feeling is conveyed. I love you. I need you. I would do anything for you. Stay with me. Forever. Jiro pulls back with a hum, parting just far enough to speak his mind. "Imagine, for a moment, the probability of this situation." He rests his forehead against his boyfriend's, closing his eyes to take everything in. "The only known person in the world with an immunity to my stigma also being my perfect match? Near impossible odds." The allure becomes too much to bear, so he steals another kiss. Two. Three. "It almost makes me understand those that believe in such fanciful things as fate." Four. "Almost..."

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"Almost?" Yuri laughs, "even Sherlock Holmes himself one stated that once you remove the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." He runs his fingers through Jiro's hair, "and after much intensive testing, I believe I have removed the possibility that we were never meant to meet."

He steals another kiss of his own. He's memorized the layout of his assistant's mouth so many times before, knows exactly where each dip and divot is, how each dimple feels from both side, and where exactly to taste to draw the most perfect groans and moans from his ordinarily so tacit boyfriend, "I have tested every inch of you, and the only remaining possible diagnosis is that you're mine. You were always meant to be mine, and you always will be."

He holds Jiro close, closer, as close as he can get to the man without absorbing him. "I don't know if I ascribe to fate. But," he can feel Jiro's heartbeat in his own chest, "I believe two things are often made to go together. That's only logic, isn't it?"