Title: Life by Life
Author: GreenRebel
Rating: R
Genre: sad, melancholic, introspective
Alerts: OOC, Angst, Paranormal, MPREG! ! (DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ)
Summary:
"Seven weeks and two days." He said the doctor.
'Crack' had the heart of Simon.
and stomach, Bill had remained silent. But it was twisted in a knot so tight breathtaking, much like those formed in his throat and caused the tears from pouring too long withheld from his cheeks in streams.
But he was terrified, or just happy?
Life by Life
"Seven weeks and two days." He said the doctor.
'Crack' had the heart of Simon.
and stomach, Bill had remained silent. But it was twisted in a knot so tight breathtaking, very similar to that formed in his throat and caused the tears too long withheld from the river poured into her cheeks.
But he was terrified, or just happy?
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The day before
Urla. Plant.
Then moans and groans.
And then nothing, only his mother's heavy breathing, interrupted occasionally by a few solitary sob.
could almost see, if trying a little imagination, his head resting on the knees of Bill Simon and the hand of him that stroked her hair, sorry to be so much pain and the same time unable to prove it. The woman's body was curled up with knees to the chest, to hold almost all the world outside. Perhaps at that time wanted to keep him out too, Tom. Certainly not Bill. Bill would not have been allowed to stay out of his mother, never. Even if they wanted both.
Tom imagined all this, but in truth could not be sure. He could only confirm this if he had the balls to lower the handle and push the fucking door. And he would say then?
"Sorry, Mom," ?
What? On being a filthy child?
"Sorry, Bill," ?
would have heard this phrase as his own. Most suitable. But say it would mean admitting you were wrong, and therefore acknowledge that the situation had something in it.
There could be no truth.
could di Non. Be.
And he wanted to stay out of all that shit.
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The day before
"So what? This will last very pathetic game of silence? "
Tom in response crossed arms and pursed lips as if to force them not to hatch for no reason, and walked into his eyes lowered.
Bill let out a laugh, unable to take very seriously, and too suddenly because the sister could stop her, clung to his arm and leaned her head to her neck.
Al rasta did nothing more than a few seconds to realize the gravity of the situation, stare in amazement, hurry up and push away six feet of pole strung with force to the left half of his body.
"Are you crazy?," He hissed, as she looked around, worried to death that someone had caught that gesture too affectionate, too intimate and too complicated. "We're right in town!"
Bill delightfully curled the upper lip, snorting fun. "In a tiny village. That probably does not have a music store. And if it has, will never have seen even from far away a CD that can even resemble our own. "retorted him, enjoying the blush that was going to paint the strip of skin behind the ear of his brother. "Relax. And then, with this estate, who want to recognize us? "
In fact, they were wrapped by several layers of clothes, even their faces were vaguely recognizable, and since in a mountain village like that in winter the temperature dropped several degrees below zero, even they did not give too much attention.
course, huge sunglasses in the middle of January might seem eccentric, but the inhabitants of those parts were not much attention to the oddities of the tourists.
"Okay, maybe we do not recognize." Admitted Tom, angrily, and once established that really no one seemed to notice them, began to walk. "But maybe I do not want you to do it."
Bill was to raise eyes surrounded by eye-liner to the sky, then remembered however that the twin could not notice it, given the lenses that covered half of the face, and gave up. "And why - perhaps - you should not want it?" Poked him, following him close behind. "Just because I asked you what is serious to you our report?"
For the second time in a few minutes, Tom stopped suddenly, so suddenly that his brother continued to walk for a couple of steps before realizing that he had stopped.
"Bill," he gave up, destroyed. "You want to keep that damn mouth shut ?
The dark, as the glasses allowed him, he could see the facial muscles contracted by Tom tension.
"I just want to talk." He murmured. There was no trace of maliziosità enjoyed it a little earlier, in his voice. "Only ... understand."
Tom shrugged his shoulders and covered with a stride of the short distance separating him from Bill, on his journey. "There is nothing to understand. No report. We're not together, it was just ... "he paused. Perhaps because he could not find the words, maybe they just did not know what to say. Maybe not just knew.
"... sex?" Bill came to his aid, doubtful. That single word was oozing skepticism from every letter, and it was easy to guess that he would in no way convinced of the veracity of its statement.
Instead, they seemed completely convinced Tom, because he nodded vigorously. "Exactly," praised him. "Just what I was going to say."
"Just what you could have said two years ago, Tom," it urged the sister, raising his arms in anger, in perfect style diva . O last year. Not now, not anymore. The first time could be just sex. The second, okay, and the third, but after the fourth can not be convinced. "If he could meet his gaze through the lens, would have seen that yes, he believes he was right. "Have you stopped to fuck groupies, when you could have as many as you want, but you make do with me, you only ever me ..." he tried to grab her hand, but his brother with an automatic movement put her out of her scope.
"It means nothing." He replied, ignoring her puffy affected. Initially, when I refused, you realize how much hurt and Bill tried to remove him as gently as possible. Then, over time, instead of bursting into tears Bill puffed out his cheeks and stamped his feet, and Tom felt free to be grumpy as he pleased.
Bill was a fucking spoiled little boy. After each night demanded a little bit more in the heart of Tom, as if he belonged to it all. Became more oppressive and pedantic, and despite everything he still fuck. Perhaps because he liked all the attention, even if it did nothing to prove.
"significant" Bill pointed out, pedantic. "You feel something for me and rebuke."
"And even if it were true, I think seriously interested in something?"
Could take a mischievous twinkle in the look of the twin, almost diabolical. "I'm sure that soon you will find it very interesting." He gave a toothy smile, accompanied by a friendly pat on the shoulder, which had no more effect than a weak pinch. "What you'll find me very interesting."
Before Tom could give an actual value to that statement, Bill spoke again. "Stop, we have arrived."
The Rasta froze before a small shop with a sign faded and found the goal for which he had to put up with his twin brother for ten, long minutes. "A chemist? What the hell do you need to ... "
But his brother had disappeared inside the small building, after having launched a " You wait here! " live on Speed .
Within minutes he returned, and decided that Tom would not hear anything at all about that story when he read just bought the box from Bill the words "pregnancy test".
It did not, damn question, and the silence was more sad, cold and extremely painful that Bill had ever experienced in his life.
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today
When Bill was first suspected of being pregnant, had wandered to his hotel room until he had decided that having a child by the love of his life was a blessing from heaven.
When the test had proved positive, he was convinced of being happy, and at the same time he was sure he would not have felt the warmth warm the stomach and was supposed to cry, scream, and thinking about suicide.
Too confused on why it was so strangely quiet instead, he called his mother. Simon rushed by his son, as fast as only a mother can be worried, and was desperate for him. Seeing her pain out, and unable to attend, watching it only as a spectator that warm feeling just a little bit 'of embarrassment at not being able to console the poor wretch, Bill knew that that pain was not even his. Not belong to him, simply. Annoying tickle that he felt it was only a slight disappointment, caused from having unleashed so much suffering in the poor woman of his mother. But just slight, little by little, just a creeping in the pit of my stomach.
not thought of having to apologize for the only reason for bringing in the lap TJ.
TJ Tom Junior was on and when the little creature symbolized by Bill. The boy had mental note to search on Google the real name of Snoop Dog. Maybe if it was acceptable to have added to the list from which he and Tom would have chosen the name of the baby. Tom probably would have appreciated.
Simon, after recovering from the crisis so incredibly fast - it was still a mother who had to attend to her child - had contacted a private clinic to arrange a visit. His last resort. The last, thin lifeline which kept her anchored to the possibility that it was all a mistake of assessment.
Then the doctor had breathed his "Pregnant. For seven weeks and two days. " and had cut, cleanly and surely, his umbilical cord leading to a perfect life without hurting anyone just two days before.
No one had thought to hear from the mouth of another, a doctor, moreover, had made all the more true for Bill. And suddenly he realized that until then had been so quiet.
not realized he was alone. It was a fantasy on which he was puzzled too, and had, without his realizing it, lost accuracy in her head.
are pregnant, okay had thought, but did not believe it fully. When he knew he only had one thing that remained his only. Did not belong to the world because the world did not know. Era una cosa fuori da tutto e da tutti.
And now instead of mother she knew, she knew the doctor, maybe he knew Tom.
Why Tom had not asked for anything? He could not have noticed the test. She had specifically asked to accompany him to tell him-and-the-same-time-not-tell. His plan, however, had turned against him, because had worked, but at the same time had not worked.
The Rasta had smeared on his face an expression of pure neutrality and had walked on the way back to the hotel, refusing to resume the interrupted speech before and even to open his mouth.
Bill, for the first time in his life, decided he would have thought after to Tom. At the time was to concentrate on what the doctor was saying to TJ, although it was difficult, with her mother who hid behind his hands years ago had rocked, as if ten fingers would occlude the view of reality.
"Hey, Bill?" The man pressed a button, and all of a sudden the guy had the full design, three hundred and sixty degrees, about what was happening inside him slowly .
A slight noise like the tide turn from a shell to your ear pervaded the room, and shook the young man as an earthquake. That noise was able to penetrate to the deepest inside, did not merely touch the heart but took it with arrogance and hugged him hard, so much to leave you breathless but not enough to not seem like nothing more in need of a hug. It was amazing how a sound so low and gentle could have an effect on him ten, hundred, thousand times more than any music that might have been. What Bill was listening to was life. was living his life and beat within him. Parted lips, entranced by the miracle that was developing in what the doctor had called her uterus.
She cried, Bill, too excited to not turn into tears the myriad of sensations that was bombing his nervous system.
"This is what's inside of you." The doctor said. Pressed another button and a printer connected to the machine went out a piece of paper. The Moor knew what it was, and when the man turned around to find a clip with which to link the images to the medical report, Bill, unseen, stretched out his hand.
When The doctor got up to take the U.S., there was nothing in the mouth of metal on the printer. She frowned at the sight of the white border of the bag sticking out of his patient, but said nothing to the computer and ordered another printing.
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After the visit, everything had turned into a bustle of people, fragments of sentences, confusion. Bill could not understand anything. Do not try to understand, just wanted to talk to Tom, but he had to talk to his mother, David, then back to his mother, the doctor, yet his mother, David, David, the doctor, then David, his mother and the doctor together .
"Bill ..."
He replied without listening, and saw the desperation in the faces of people in front of him constantly increasing more. Only the doctor remained neutral. Bill liked him, but even he was not listening. He could only think that of all the advice he received was missing one of his brother, and was the only one that really mattered.
... the right thing to do ...
... as soon as possible ...
... must do it secretly ...
... has only seventeen ...
"Bill ..."
He understood that those who cared about trying to explore all possible options, but not interested in anything but the path on which it was located, But before you start to follow it needed to shake hands with Tom. They were walking together on the road, it was certainly knew that the twin, but then why had not yet reached?
"BILL!"
The boy broke free of the arm of his manager that he was shaking. "What?" He asked, annoyed. He hated being distracted from his mental speculations, especially when he was disturbed to hear that things would not listen.
David pinched the base of the nose with your fingers tired. "You heard a single word?"
"No," he said, straightforward. "I want Tom '
Simon, in a corner with one hand pressed over her mouth, as if to keep from throwing up words that should not have said, startled.
The doctor adjusted his glasses. He was short, plump, and with a large portion of bare skin on her neck sweating, but Bill did. During the visit, so intimate and delicate, had been fair and had everything explained clearly shown on the screen. Initially, the Moor had tended to view dell'arnese cylindrical in the hands of man, but the doctor was so fast and skillful that almost did not notice when the cold tip of the object in space had become of him. was that 'thing' , as he had renamed the Bill, which had made him see and hear your baby.
"What would you say that Tom?"
"I want to talk to him," insisted the boy. "I have told you what they think."
David Simon and exchanged a quick glance. Tom knew that there was no one more than Bill, but at the same time there was nobody who was more naive and dreamy Bill. Surely, those two adjectives do not fall within the broad range of definitions related to the greater of the Kaulitz twins, and that could give the answer to the question that, inevitably, Bill would ask him, it certainly was not what he expected the dark.
"My love," sighed her mother, distraught. "You have to consider the various possibilities,"
"I want it, Mom." She whispered. The boy had left the guerrilla form to contact a single woman in his life, and had dedicated a look that David had never seen. There was no resolution when he sang, or when the irreverence of disobeying, or the vague sorrow when he understood the it was wrong. It was a look bare, unadorned, without his gestures diva. A look of tenderness, enclosed in the cocoon of the enormous love that, it was already clear evidence against the brother and the creature she was carrying. «I want this baby." He repeated, stroking her cheeks wet.
Simone was the mother of Bill, but first of all was a mother. Then she opened her lips to let out that sigh that the blocked throat, but not a word was leaking from his mouth. Only thousands more were tears trickled down her cheeks, chin and then hand-picked mo 'prayer just below the face. He reached his fingers up to lay them on the face of his son, then went behind his neck and yanked forced him to dive into the depths of his chest reassuring. Bill closed his eyes and clenched in an embrace that he needed a long, long time.
David was far less polite and did not let soften. He slammed his hands on the table, causing a series of vibrations that blew up a few millimeters the ashtray placed at the end of the wooden surface, and put an end to the embrace. Bill barely broke away from the mother and the manager threw a look grim
"Do you realize what you're saying?" The man called out, incredulous. "If I wanted to continue the ... the ..." gasped, but his brain refused to pass the word that, although it was the appropriate definition of the state of Bill, played monstrous, absurd to say out loud.
"Pregnancy" went the dark, seraphic, stroking her belly still perfectly flat.
David gave him a look, sure that his singing was trying in every way to annoy him, but ignored him. "If I wanted to continue thing, how do you do?" Was a rhetorical question, of course, but Bill would answer just for the fun to annoy him to death, if the manager had not understood and not be hasty to continue. "You ought to withdraw from the world of entertainment, but the paparazzi continue to give you the torment. Find out was six. And when the baby is born, and will be the same as you and your brother, what you gonna say? "
But Bill had stopped to listen.
will be the same as you and your brother.
He had never thought, when he was discovered to be pregnant. Yet it was so: he had a little miniature Tomi grow and pampered. She held her breath, entranced, without even realizing that David had begun to speak.
"It incest, Bill. It is an offense. You'd end up in jail both. "
" I'm going to try Tom "decided the dark.
Simone sobbed. "My darling" implored. "I charge you. Do not give me another sorrow, my heart would not hold. Give up this madness! "
But he was already halfway to the door. He turned to his mother, suddenly seized by a lump in my throat. "If you had asked me to give up or Tom," he said. "You'd do that?"
She pursed her lips wet with tears and bowed his head in defeat. For Bill appeared to be a sufficient answer, because he murmured a greeting to the doctor and slipped out the door.
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author notes destroyed
So. To begin with, during the conception and drafting of Life by Life (should be two or at most three chapters), I smoked at least four packs of cigarettes. So much to explain how difficult it was to think and write, even months because they are not jot down a word. Alerts MPREG stands in large letters, so I hope I do not find critics on the subject. If you do not like a subject that is a fan fiction not read it, right? I will be happy to receive criticism on style, on pg, about everything. Maybe not on the plot, because Life Life by me. Bill is I. But you are free to criticize that, too, of course, I just managed to be exciting even just a little bit. I do not know if I've done. If you like, you tell me.
greetings, Neko, aka Angelica
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