Score: 10
"oscar worthy"
date: March 21, 2006
He trotted forward obediently, stopping directly in front of her, those gray-purple eyes staring unseeingly. She assessed him for a moment, then, without warning, tore apart the front of his robes, revealing his stretched pants and swollen stomach. "What," She demanded, "Is this?"
He knew damn well what that was, no matter how hard he had pretended it wasn't there. He had refused to acknowledge it for the past month and a half, through first the soft swell of his abdomen, then the gentle rock-a-bye tides from within and later the fluttering, pushing and kicks. If he didn't accept it, it didn't exist.
That chose the particular moment his grandmother laid a tentative hand across the stretched flesh to give a rather vindictive kick, as if it was angry its existence had been denied. Kamikaze started, but didn't pull back her hand, simply gazed at her grandson's stomach in wonder.
Tayou stood in the doorway, watching as her mother confirmed what the servants had told her and she had wished wasn't true. Those who had been in charge of dressing and bathing Fumei had been concerned and had told her time and again, but she had tried hard to explain it away in other ways. Now, watching the scene unfold as Kamikaze stroked softly along the bare curve of Fumei's stomach, she could no longer come up with any other reasonable explanation. It was rare, but not unheard of.
Her only child, already the laughingstock of the court, was an illegitimately pregnant man.
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!
