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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author�s Note: A special note to you AFF.net readers out there - get up and review! I know that I haven't updated as regularly as I would on FF.net, but please leave a little insight please. I've only gotten 8 reviews thus far in total for this story, but I have to say that I hold them to a higher standard than most of what I recieve at FF.net, which are one liners alone the lines of "PLZ CONTINUE! MAKE SONIC WANT A FAMILY WAH!"
And it's a bit sad when the only review that caught my eye over there was the one suggesting that Shadow was a little out of
character, so I thought I�d take a bit of time before the chapter
to explain that to the regular readers and anyone else that might
jump into the story later on.
Well, it might seem as if Shadow
spending all that time with Amy and giving her advice is a tad out of
character. But it really isn�t.
Why?
Well, character development.
While I doubt Shadow is a happy feely hippie, I would like to think
that some of the resentment that he�s had towards the world since
Maria�s death would have been lessened after the events described
in his own game title. But you can�t make an introverted, bent on
destruction hedgehog all cute and loveable in one turn, thus the
sarcastic and mocking tone of voice he has when he�s first
introduced into the story in Ch. 5.
Secondly, if it seems that he�s
spending a little too much time with Amy, it�s because he�s
developed a growing affection for her. How it came to be will be
discussed in a later chapter, but it should be noted that he never
fully acted upon it out of respect for Amy�s feelings towards
Sonic, which was hinted at in Ch. 6.
Thirdly, I think I should mention
that this won�t be the last time Shadow�s feelings towards Amy
come into question, so please, remember that when reading later
chapters.
(Sonic�s P.O.V.)
This is a joke, right?
I walk over to the answering machine
and replay the message in full. Replay it again.
And again.
And yet again.
I can�t believe this.
She�s pregnant?
And that�s when it happened � an
urge to prove that I wasn�t imagining or dreaming this up. A desire
to make sure that this was absolutely true.
I dashed into her bedroom, and
swiftly began to rummage through her dresser and closet. Shirts,
pants, and dresses flew in every possible direction as I emptied out
the contents.
Only to turn up with nothing.
I turned to the little nightstand
and began to examine the items on top of it. An alarm clock and
telephone. A notebook and pen. A few framed pictures, but nothing.
In my frustration, I ended up
kicking the bottom mattress of the bed. As I do, something slides out
from underneath the pillow that she sleeps with. Carefully, I pick it
up and realize that it�s a pitch black piece of paper the size of
my palm.
I turn on the light, and almost
instantly, the hidden contents are illuminated, revealing a picture
of something that I can�t quite make out.
A sonogram.
It had her first and last name,
along with the time and date it was taken, which looks to be from
over the past 2 weeks. That�s the most I could make out.
And that�s when it
happened. It caught me completely off guard, right when I was
in the mist of attempting to make sense out of this relatively new
information.
Laughter. Not from the walls, or
even my inner voice. But from my physical body. Not my normal cocky
laugh or ha-ah funny chuckle, but flat out laughter.
And at this time, that seemed to be
all I was capable of doing.
Suddenly remembered Tails
rambling about different responses the body could exhibit to various
forms of shock. From things like going blind and mute to even
laughter.
And if this doesn�t
qualify, then I�m not quite sure what else does�
In the mist of this�shock,
I somehow wind up in the living room, laughing my ass off while
sitting in a corner across from the answering machine. The sonogram
is still within my grasp, and while it appears to be nothing more
than a black piece of paper, I now know it to be otherwise.
The laughter continues. Laughed and
chuckled so hard to the point of becoming numb to the touch.
Numb enough to even lose track of
the time, because that�s when she comes in.
I hadn�t bothered to lock the door
behind me after I entered, so she was a bit startled to find it
already unlocked.
At that point, I�m not looking
directly at her, but my ears perk up the instant I hear her yell
�WHAT THE HELL?�, as she�s scanning the tornado of a mess in
the living room and surrounding area.
Keep in mind, the �mess� that
she�s ogling is in fact the little search I held earlier.
Next thing I knew, she�s right
beside me, with a worried look on her face as she frantically
attempts to rouse me from my numbness.
�Sonic, did something happen?�
she asks, while tugging on my left arm.
I don�t answer, and this only
causes her to fret a bit more.
�Sonic, are you alright?� she
wails, with tears starting to form in her eyes.
More silence ensues, with a density
that can only be felt when something dramatic is about to occur.
I laughed.
She�s taken aback by this,
obviously frightened by the sudden shift in expression.
�Sonic?� she finally manages, as
a perplexed look rises as the first of many tears begin to fall.
And then, without saying anything, I
handed her the blacked sonogram. It didn�t take long to elicit some
sort of reaction, as she instantly realized what it was. Widened eyes
and dropped jaw that automatically asked, �Where did you find
this?�
�When were you planning on telling
me about this? After the kid was in pre-school?� I exclaimed.
I�m a bit taken back by my tone of
voice, but as more tears continue to form and fall from her eyes, I
continue: �How could you keep something so serious from me for so
long?�
She�s shaking her head in
response, as if to try to appease me in some way, while managing to
mumble something about how she was going to tell me about it
today.
Sure.
By this point, I�ve collected
myself up off the floor, dusting myself while she�s still there,
crying. Her crying intensifies as I send a rather cold stare down her
way.
�You had me worried sick these
past couple of weeks with your weird behavior�making me think that
something was wrong.
When you knew this whole time.
...the whole fucking time.
Would it really have been so hard to
let me in on it, rather than finding out, a bit awkwardly I might
add, from the damned answering machine!�
I don�t hesitate to play the
entire message in full for her, including the part that questions the
paternity of the child.
�that was a whole other level
of anger in itself.
�I need get out of here. But I�m
more than sure that Shadow would gladly go on a diaper run or
two just for you.�
And with that, I dash out, leaving
her upset and weeping in the whirlwind of a mess that had I created,
both emotionally and physically.
That was at least 6 hours ago,
around 4:30 p.m. The sun has set now, and I�m all by myself, in a
remote spot in the Mystic Ruins.
So many things�feelings have
rushed through my mind in the last few hours than anything else in my
entire life.
Firstly, and fore mostly, I feel
like I was betrayed. She�s obviously kept this from me for a good
bit, and it doesn�t make it hurt any less that I had to found out
from a secondary source rather than her.
While I know I haven�t always been
someone that would exactly listen (rather, I�d run away while she
was in mid-sentence at times), I thought I was getting better in that
department at least. I�ve learnt to give her more of my attention
and listen to what she had to say.
I guess she was thinking I wouldn�t
have taken her seriously or something else to that effect.
But damn it � I was trying.
Trying to be a little bit better in that area for her sake.
It�s almost as if she doesn�t
trust me to take something this important seriously�
Then there�s that incident that occurred almost a year ago. I was unable to save the life
of someone who was counting on me.
It still bothers me. Even though
the general public has forgotten about it�even though Amy and the
others have assured me that I wasn�t at fault�.I still feel
responsible.
And if I�m feeling like this
over the death of a kid that I didn�t know personally, how the HELL
am I going to feel if something ever happens to this kid that she�s
carrying?
And this is just touching
upon the base of it. There�s then the question of paternity. Shadow
possibly fathering a child with Amy is just something that I find
wrong on so many levels.
Images of the two of them making
love and enjoying themselves have also been running and playing back
in my mind ever since I first heard that message.
She could have been two-timing me
the whole time and seeing him on the side. Or seeing him that whole
time we weren�t together.
But those thoughts are drowned
out by the image of the sweet girl who would always follow me around
on nearly every adventure I went on since I first met her.
The same girl who boldly declared
her love for me every chance she got.
Who would get fiercely jealous of
anyone who she felt was a threat towards any feelings I might have
for her.
It instantly succeeds in making me
feel guilty for even questioning her fidelity, as I�ve always known
where it lied.
But I suppose, even with that in
mind, that one can still have a little bit of doubt�
And that�s when I realized how
harsh I had initially been towards her.
Without a moment�s notice, I
dashed over to the Mystic Ruins Train Station to catch the next train
back to Station Square�
And back to her.
The trains running this late in the
evening only come once to every hour, so I was only reaching her
place around 1 a.m. the next morning. The door was still open, and I
turned on the living room lights to find that everything had been
picked up and put away. I walk over to the answering machine; half
expecting to find that dreadful message, only to find that it had
been deleted.
A bit relieved, I proceed over to
the bedroom, where I find her. Like the living room, everything that
I had misplaced and dislodged has been put back into its proper
place. Everything looks okay.
Everything that is, except her.
She�s still in the same clothes
that she had been wearing earlier today, including a red winter
jacket. I carefully tiptoe over to her and turn on the lights, only
to frown at what I see.
She had cried herself to sleep, as
her pillow is soaked all the way through, with the sonogram still in
her hand.
Ever so gingerly, I rouse her from
slumber, only to have her begin to cry the instant she realizes it�s
me.
�Don�t cry�, I say, as softly
as I possibly can. I gently begin to wipe away her tears as they
continue to fall.
She pushes my hand away and proceeds
to sit up to face me. Her eyes are filled with a bit of uncertainty,
but with determination quickly gaining over it.
�If�if you don�t want anything
to do with this�, she starts, �It�s up to you.
I can do this. With or without you.
Plenty of other women have raised
children on their own, and so can I��
She breaks down into more tears, to
which I scoop her up in my arms and hold her tight. She resists at
first, but eventually gives way and begins to wail freely into my
chest.
�It�s yours�and I would
never...cheat on you�� I can hear her say, as muffled as it may
be.
I gently nuzzle her forehead, and
whisper �I know� into her ear, though I�m a bit uneasy as I say
so.
We�re like this until at least
half past 2, where by this time, I�ve finally convinced her to wash
her face and slip into her nightgown, for the baby�s sake. I tuck
her in, while I climb beside her on top of the covers, holding her
tight.
Before she drifts off to sleep, I
tell her how much I love her and how everything is going to be
alright.
Though at the current moment, I�m
not quite so sure about the latter.
And that�s the end of this
chapter folks. Things are shaken up a bit here, and while they seem
�okay� at the moment, they�re going to get a little bit worse.
All this stress and drama is
definitely not something that an expectant mother should be put
through, and it�s going to show in the next installment of this
story.
- 9
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