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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15988 -:- 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.

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Author�s Note: And now, Chapter 4 of the story. I would just like to take the time to apologize for the lack of an update, which is mainly attributed to computer difficulties. My personal computer is just about on its last leg � 7 years old at least with a now busted monitor (replaced with a new flat screen), and a CPU that is quickly catching up to the same status of dead.

It might increase the gap between updates, but I will continue to update the story as best I can, given the circumstances.

And as always, the characters of Sonic the Hedgehog, Amy Rose, and any other characters from the Sega Sonic universe are copyright of Sega Enterprises/Sonic Team. Only the characters of Sara R. Torinai and Aria Torinai are copyrighted to me.

And any young readers out there, please click off the browser page because, well...you probably shouldn�t be reading this if you�re expecting hardcore lemon in this chapter, as I�ve sort of planned the majority for later on during the course of the story. :D

(Sonic�s POV)

SLAP! I hold back a grunt as I take a moment to gather my bearings. A red silhouette in the form of Amy�s hand is slowly making itself known upon my face, both from the stinging and bruising.

I don�t even think she had said anything to me before she slapped me across the face, and from the steadily growing expression of rage forming upon her features, I can only come to one conclusion, and one conclusion alone:

She saw the �kiss�.

I�m pretty sure that�s the whole reason behind her anger, as she finally manages to say something to the effect of �If you can�t sleep with me, you have to sleep with her?�

Wait a minute�sleep with Rouge?

�It�s not what it looked like�� I start out slowly to her. �It truly isn�t.�

�Then what was it, Sonic?� she asks, albeit impatient to wait for a tactful reply. Her arms are now crossed over her chest as she places herself into a defensive type stance; one foot eased out a bit to the front, supporting some of her weight as the other carefully supports the rest.

�Well�� I replied, pausing a bit to form my words carefully, �I was kind of there at the bar with her to um, talk.�

�About?�

�Things concerning us.� I finally managed to finish.

She cocks an eyebrow up while saying �Is that so? I thought you wanted to keep �us� a secret.�

I then start to speed up and tell her how I never mentioned her name, and how Rouge only appeared to be half listening to me before dropping that kiss on me. Also add in the fact that she must have been drunk because it (the kiss) tasted of alcohol that had been consumed over a long period of time.

�I�m not going to be the next guy Knuckles beats to a pulp because of this�, I finally finish with.

And it�s true � if Knucklehead ever heard about this, he�d be on me faster than flies on shit.

There�s a moment of silence between us before she finally states that thinking of Knuckles didn�t stop our kiss, and that it probably wouldn�t have stopped if she hadn�t fainted on the spot from shock.

Argh! Nothing I�ve said has gone through to her! She�s being just as pigheaded and untrusting as all those people who doubted me the instance that kid was killed accidentally on my account�

I tell her this, to which her rage only intensifies. �THAT�S NOT THE SAME THING!� she fires back. She�s really pissed off at me now. But I calmly inform her that it is indeed the same thing � seeing something and believing it, when the story behind it actually reveals a little bit more�

I would have gone on to further prove my point, but I pause to ask her one question: �Why is so she so intent on believing I would sleep with Rouge or another person altogether?�

And that�s pretty much when it went on to some revelation from her, where she relays to me that she felt that I was just using her for sex. That since she wasn�t �putting out� anymore, the kiss only proved that I just want to have sex for the sake of having it. �Making her do things that she wasn�t comfortable with doing, like �sucking you off��, as she puts it. Or just any time we spent together always resulting and ending with sexual intercourse.

Does that even make sense? I already thought it was clear to her that I�m not the type who�d fuck someone and let them think things they shouldn�t be thinking. Hell, I even thought it was clear to her that sex was a bit more than sex for the both of us�

But I guess I was wrong�

I�m irate by this point, and it all comes to a head when I absent-mindedly blurted out the following:

�If that�s the way you feel about it, then maybe you should have had the foresight to keep your legs closed!�

SLAP! I�ve been rewarded with another slap for that little outburst.

I probably would have been rewarded with more when she falls to her knees on the floor of the hospital room we�re in. Her face has gone a little pale, even a bit greenish at some points as she�s coughing and wheezing while cupping her mouth with one hand, the other clinging onto her stomach.

I feel like a dick for having said it, when it was only meant as a mental thought, and even worse that it caused this reaction from her. I lean forward to try and help her to her feet, but she slaps my hands away, muttering �Go away� in between coughs.

The coughs only got worse from there, so I reluctantly did an about face and left her to the care of the female hedgehog who had been there when she collapsed, and Rouge, who had finally managed to show up�

And that was at least 2 hours ago. I�ve been running ever since. Left Station Square awhile back, and I�m now in the Mystic Ruins. So much stress back there, so I need a good run to stretch my legs and forget about what just went down.

But I can�t forget. Every word that Amy and I exchanged, every thought she relayed �pushed my mind to work and think back to the many nights we had spent together intimately�

i>Being connected to one another intimately in intercourse for the first time, and the times following. Holding her tight afterwards and having her fall asleep in my arms. Being with someone who cared and respected me in a way that no other had before�

Then came the unpleasant thoughts. The ones that I was having trouble picturing, but finally managed to see as I was all alone.

The ones that made me cringe, as these were my own actions�

�You made me suck you off�� she said. And my mind wandered back to the first time I had asked her to perform fellatio on me. She did it of course, and I enjoyed it. But the recovered memory of her gagging and sputtering before, after, and during the act sent a shudder down my spine.

I think we managed to incorporate fellatio into our lovemaking every time after that. I begin to slow down as images of her gagging and not enjoying herself begin to crowd my mind.

Of Amy gagging. Or coughing. Of her not smiling.

She wasn�t smiling when she broke it off with me�

By now, I�m at a complete stop. The realization that she hadn�t been enjoying sex for awhile has me bothered. Knowing Amy, she wouldn�t hesitate to let you know how she feels.

But then again, it also might be that if it was making me happy, what she felt didn�t matter.

�I�m a jerk.� I mutter to myself.

I stop and think. Did I once try to help her enjoy it? My mind idles searching for an answer and turns up with no memory of such a thing. I hadn�t. Not once. Not ever.

I never once tried to inquire on what she liked�what she wanted. Never once left myself to her every whim�

It was always about me.

And that�s when the real guilt sinks in. The realization that a lot of what she said tonite was actually true. The realization that I was that capable of hurting her with such an act that should be considered something special�

The realization that I might not ever be able to participate in it with her again�

I think back to what she said about feeling used for sex and the fear of me sleeping with another person. I try to think of it in her light, and it doesn�t feel too good. I start to remember how the �I love you� she would say afterwards became less and few in between as we went on�

How I would leave early without letting her know where I was going, or before she even woke up to see me off�

How I never vocalized my own emotional sentiments like she had so many times before we had embarked upon this relationship�

Each realization felt like a stab to the heart, digging deeper and harder every single time. I had basically succeeded in using her more or less, even if I had not meant it as so. Leaving her in question of my true feelings more or less�

And that�s the main question here: what are my true feelings?

I think back to all that we had been through together. The numerous adventures and rescues, and the many things we had found out about one another along the way.

I look back at the geeky little girl that proclaimed to be my number one fan, who always managed to find me no matter how swift I was.

The caring young lady, who when not looking for me, took notice of people�s problems when I was too fast to notice. The beautiful woman that I know now, who has been there for me thick and thin�who has never had any reason to doubt me�

�until now.

�She�s special�, I finally allow myself to admit.

I begin to remember other things as well. A feeling of being wanted, which only manifested itself whenever I was away for long periods of time. Everyone else would go about their business, but she would be the only one who was truly waiting for me to return safely.

If I had nothing else to return to, there was always this feeling of anticipation in the form of a smile and a hug from her to look forward to. The fact that I�m even remembering this warmly is a bit odd�

But the warmness continues to build up in the form of other thoughts. The thought that this would be the one person who would always think of me, even if I wasn�t thinking of her.

The fact that I found myself thinking of her more often. Or running into her more often.

The fact that now, after that one eventful night, I could no longer see myself with a need or desire to run away from her in the manner that I had for years.

My feelings for her were now out in the open. I think this might be what you call love, because I only see myself running to her after the fight is over. She has seen me for who I am for so long, and it�s only now that I�ve grown to appreciate and see her in a light of a person that I want to love.

I guess you can say this is what also drives me to run to her rescue and aid these days. Not for the sheer fact that she�s a friend, or simply someone who got in the way. But for the fact that every moment I�m uncertain about her wellbeing is a driving force towards making it reality�

And that�s when the recent images of Amy flood back into my mind, including the one of her in the hospital.

Without hesitation, I kick up my shoes and speed all the way back to Station Square Medical Center, twisting and turning through the halls to the very room where Amy and I had been talking only hours before.

She�s gone.

I grab the nearest medical personnel and inquire about her wellbeing, and told that she was only treated for mild dehydration, along with a lack of sustenance. She was also cleared to leave in the same time span, and hadn�t been gone for more than an hour�

Mild dehydration and lack of sustenance? She hasn�t been eating or drinking?

What�s going on?

(Amy�s POV)

Sara was nice enough to come down by the hospital and offer me a ride home. She kept on apologizing for bringing me to that bar, but I told her that I probably would have collapsed regardless of where we went.

She still was a bit shaky about it, because she went on to say that it might have been an awkward thing to see your significant other kissing someone else when you�re trying to describe him in a good light.

Especially when he�s the father of your unborn child�

She admits that she heard a good bit of the fight we had in the hospital room, including the part when he practically inferred I was leading him on with that fresh �keep your legs closed� remark.

What she�s saying is slowly becoming a blur as my mind wanders off to what Rouge had said at the hospital. I felt a good bit guilty about getting Sonic irate after she admitted that she had kissed him and put him in that position. She somewhat apologized, but also had the nerve to say that it he wasn�t any contract as my boyfriend to begin with. Some friend � I always saw myself running to her for advice concerning men and sex. But now, given this, I doubt I�ll be doing that again.

Also makes me wonder how Knuckles can deal with her shit on a regular basis�

And it�s true Poor guy lives on a floating rock for most of his life and he�s too gullible to see how little she seems to think of him. She�s out and about having a fling with any guy she wants while he�s going about duties and responsibilities that he can never truly leave.

I let her know this before taking out my Piko Piko Hammer and waving it inches above her face, as a sort of warning. �The next time you pull shit like that, I�m letting Knuckles know just how little you think of your relationship with him.� I tell her.

�And that�s not just for trying lay Sonic either.� I add. Cream had passed on to me some stuff Tails had told her about Rouge and the stuff she did with other guys when she wasn�t visiting Knuckles. �I�ll tell him straight out about the others too. He deserves better��

She doesn�t flinch at that last statement, and I leave her like that.

I can only hope she heard me�

I snap out of my reminiscing as the car comes to a stop. I look around � we�re not in my part of Station Square, though we�re maybe a couple of blocks away. Sara excuses herself for a moment.

�I need to pick something important up�, she states. She gets out of the car and runs up the stairs to a quaint little one apartment building and waits. An elderly looking raccoon comes out, with something wrapped up in a heavy fleece, which she then hands over to Sara. Sara then cradles it, before bidding goodnite to the raccoon and rushing back down the steps to the car. She opens the right rear passenger seat and loads it into a car seat that I hadn�t noticed when I got in.

I�m still trying to get a good look at what�s in the back when she�s back at the wheel. �My daughter.� She whispers. I nod and smile as I realize that she�s asleep, and don�t want to wake her up.

She left the engine on idle, so there�s no need to start the car up as we drive off towards my apartment complex. I forget about what transpired at the hospital for a moment as I start to ask her about her daughter.

�She�s one and a half, and her name is Aria�, she coos. And that�s just the basic facts � she also states how much of her jerk Aria�s father was.

�He never wanted her in the first place� she states. Mentions that he never wanted kids, but was interested in a long term relationship, but on the condition that she terminate the pregnancy. Said that he even asked her to even after she revealed that keeping the pregnancy meant a lot to her after she had a stillbirth several years before.

�It�s what motivated me to pursue the area of high risk pregnancies.� she said. �A lot of doctors out there don�t know what the patient is going through. It makes for a better understanding and appreciation when you can relate your own experiences to your patients.�

I ask her if she�s okay with the fact that her daughter might not have a father in her life.

�If he can�t accept the fact that she�s a part of him�, she started, �then it�s his loss. Can�t force someone into a responsibility that they�re too afraid to take, right?�

I nod a slight agreement, but also state that a responsibility is a responsibility whether you want to have it or not.

And it�s true. Just because you don�t take care of your kid doesn�t mean that you�re exempt from the responsibility.

The car stops, and I realize that I�m finally home. I thank Sara for the amount of trouble she�s gone through for me tonite, and wave a little goodbye to Aria in the back seat.

Sara runs out of the car after I close my door and gives me a card with the date and time for my next appointment with her. �I would have shouted it out, but I would have woken up Aria�, she says sheepishly.

I stand in the doorway and watch her drive off before fumbling around for my keys, my mind a bit heavy in thought from our conversation on parental responsibility.

She obviously enjoys what she does, and the fact that she�s a parent. But what about Sonic?

And what about me? If he wants no part of it, I�m the one who has to be responsible.

I try to remove the idea of terminating the pregnancy as an option, but have a bit of difficulty doing so. There was still a good bit of time for me to follow through on it. But there was also the fact that it could make it much harder on me in telling Sonic the news, if at all.

I hardly doubt �Hey Sonic! I terminated the pregnancy you caused!� is going to sound any better than telling him I�m pregnant.

And besides, it�s just a thought. If I wanted it done, it would have been done by now. And I wouldn�t have gone through the trouble of finding an obstetrician�

My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden breeze, and a little pressure coming from my stomach. �I�ll just make myself something quick to quiet my stomach.� I say to myself.

I open the door and step inside to the calm and warm atmosphere of my apartment, wondering if I happened to catch a glimpse of blue in that mysterious little breeze�

And that�s the end of this chapter folks. Kawaii Sonikku and I discussed this chapter over again and again, and this is the end result.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, in which part of it will be told through Shadow�s view of the events as Amy comes to him for some advice concerning the matter.

Shadow and advice? I know it seems a bit weird. But Shadow always pegged me as the type of guy who does a lot of silent observation for the most part, and considering that he�s come to terms with his �past� now (if you�ve played Shadow the Hedgehog, you know what I�m getting at) he would probably have a lot more time to do just that.

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