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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.

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Author�s Note: Hey they folks. Time for another chapter in the story, and hopefully one that some Shadow enthusiasts might enjoy.
As with the previous chapter, this one has undergone some changes as well after a bit of discussion with Kawaii Sonikku. Mostly detail oriented, but changes nonetheless.
And I�ll just skip right on down to the story from this point onward, since having to repeat who�s copyrighted to whom or warning underage readers to be gone is getting too repetitive at this point�

(Amy�s POV)
�Ma�am, $45.48 please�. I dig through my wallet to produce the funds needed to pay for my purchase. Nothing too expensive or fancy with my groceries, save the exception of the recent addition of pre-natal vitamins. Sara suggested them as a means of replacing nutrients that the baby has been sapping out of me.
The vitamins make up half of the bill for this little excursion�and it�s only a generic brand. Granted I still have a good bit of money on me, but I�ve put myself on a budget. Had to anyway � my health insurance is having a fit over the $500+ �meal� I had in the emergency room a week and a half ago. They wouldn�t have covered it at all if I hadn�t haggled them down to 75 of the total bill�but not without raising the cost of my payment.
I finish paying for my groceries and exit the store, a bit irate that the cashier didn�t double bag the brown paper with plastic. Normally wouldn�t care if it was a bright and warm day, but with a glance at the sky and the dampness around me, the moisture is going to rip through the�
Rip. Sure enough, the bag springs a hole at the bottom. As I rush to rearrange the heavier items on the bottom, an orange breaks through the opening and rolls away from me down the street. I suddenly remember that I didn�t close my produce bags while in the store, and quickly do so before going in pursuit of the citrus.
It is a bit silly to chase after a piece of fruit like this, but at this rate, every bit of food counts right now�

(Shadow�s POV)
Crack. I stepped on one of the freshly fallen branches from a nearby tree. The weather has been quite dismal lately, and the dark gray clouds swirling around above are further proof that it should start to pour shortly.
Luckily for me, I shall not be caught in the impending downpour � I�m currently en route to a local caf� in town to enjoy a warm cup of coffee while reading the daily paper.
I�ve been doing this for quite some time now, as I�ve finally managed to make somewhat of a regular routine for myself, now that the issues concerning my past have been long resolved.

Get up.

Eat.

Read.

Eat again and maybe with a bit of coffee.

Exercise.

Watch the evening news if possible, and for the sole purpose of ridiculing the humans and their way of life.

Sleep and rest up to begin the cycle anew the next day.
I�ve have too much time these days to fall into this idle routine, but at least it�s one I enjoy at the moment.
That�s usually if the doctor isn�t up to his usual nonsense. I have a tendency to not jump into action until that faker and his friends have gotten their asses pounded fair enough for me to enter�
�or until I finished my damn coffee.

Which ever comes first.
Usually tend to toy with the doctor before I throw his ass over to Sonic to deal with. Mostly for amusement, and also as a constant reminder to him that you don�t play mind games with me and get away with doing so�
I rouse out of that last thought as I stop by a newsstand to purchase today�s edition. Usually only read the World Edition, but changed my mind as I caught the glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of my eye. I hesitantly pay for it before continuing on my way to the caf�.
It�s a tabloid called the Station Square Inquirer, and who should be on it but none other than the faker and bat. I�ve happened to read a few, but quickly dismissed them as rubbish written up by talent less imbeciles.
However, I will always make an exception if the faker or I are involved. It�s always a good laugh and a half from previous experiences�
The headline reads �Sonic Getting Rowdy with Unknown Female� with a picture of both in what seems to be a bit raunchy for the front cover. Upon further inspection of the image, which included the both of them seated across from one another at a table, I notice the awkward position Rouge is seated in, and where the placement of her foot is.
I cringe slightly as the realization of why she appears so awkward dawns on me.
That bat. She�s a nymphomaniac of the type that would gladly jump into bed with anything that walks, slithers, or crawls. Almost makes me feel sorry for that poor sap of an echidna since I�ve seen what she can do firsthand.

Almost.
It makes me laugh each time I might see her image in one of these; she�s obviously still careful enough to disguise herself as to not be picked up by the government and blowing her cover. Yet I doubt whether or not she was would really matter to her.
I chuckle to myself as I take a good look on the flabbergasted expression on his face. He�s not enjoying it in the least bit, and with a bit of good reason. Rouge is pretty crazy when it comes to sex.
And this lies in the fact that she�ll still wants to go at it after one good orgasm in my experience�
I shake the thought out of my head as I take notice of another picture located on the front page. A smaller photo of Amy Rose, and she doesn�t appear to be happy in the least. I frown at this. While I might laugh at the others in this type of situation, I�m not too sure about her � the only one out of the �usual� group who gives me the time of day. We usually meet up these days at the caf� for some coffee (tea in her case) and chat up a storm on stupid shit. Though recently, that hasn�t been the case as I haven�t seen her around�
�She�s usually fighting off those paparazzi� I say to myself. She doesn�t take the lies and garbage they write about her or Sonic to heart, but she doesn�t take them lightly either. I think I remember her telling me rather proudly she won all liability lawsuits she�s placed.
And that�s with cash settlement too.
But regardless, it feels a bit strange seeing her in this, given the headline. Whatever Sonic was doing with Rouge probably didn�t require them dragging her into it, but at the same time, it does. Apparently she�s known as his girlfriend to these papers, but the way he acts around her proves otherwise.
Squish. I halt my steps to take notice of the mess of fruit now on my air shoes. Upon further inspection, some of it has jammed up the exhaust openings for the left shoe. I start to peel it off when I�m suddenly shoved to the ground by the extra weight of someone else�s body, along with the a few miscellaneous items that are scattered nearby.

Amy.
She quickly apologizes for knocking me over and proceeds to collect the scattered items, all the while inquiring about a piece of citrus that is most likely now rubbish on the sidewalk and on my shoe.
�You shouldn�t have dropped it then�, I tell her, pointing to the last few remnants of it scattered about. Her face looked a bit disappointed, but she continued to gather up the rest of her fallen items, to which I finally relented and aided her in.
�I�m on my way to have some coffee at the caf� I say to her after a few moments. �I�ll�buy your usual to make up for the fruit.�
I was saying this as I went to pick up her last item, which looked to be a bottle containing vitamins of some sort. I idly started to read the label: �Brand A Vitamin Supplement for Pre-Nata�� Stopped when she took the bottle and placed it back in her bag, looking a bit flustered. �Doctor said I�m lacking nutrients� she says, as she nods her agreement to my proposal.
With that, the both of us continue onward towards the caf� in silence, having split some of her items amongst ourselves to carry. As I open and hold the door for her to enter, I notice something different about her.

She seemed�paler?

That�s not it. She�s not looking sick. But she doesn�t really have a smile to give right now...

It might be brighter � she seems to have a bit of a glow to her�
I�m still taking notice of this as we order and sit down to enjoy our beverages. I ordered a black coffee for myself, and was about to instinctively order a cup of her regular tea when she mentioned she�d rather have hot chocolate�something about her needing to cut down on caffeine as her doctor advised her to do so.
We sit in absolute silence, with me having had 2 more cups of black coffee and about to go for a third. She has had only one sip from her cup by this time.
She�s also usually a mile a minute, engaging in lively conversation about the goings on in the world.

But not today. It�s a bit too obvious something is on her mind.
�Is there something you wish to talk about?� I ask, finally breaking the silence between us. She looks up at me, albeit reluctant, but finally manages to deliver a yes answer.
�I have a friend who�s in this situation�� she starts.

I thought we were past the �I have a friend� problems by now...
�You can cut the bullshit and get to the heart of it�, I tell her. She doesn�t have to pretend around me. Partly because most �problems� she has revolve around the faker, and I think I�ve heard and answered every inquiry to his feelings from my perspective as best I could � she should forget about him and take the time to find someone who isn�t going to ignore her every chance they get�
She starts off again, and relays to me the whole story of fainting after seeing Rouge playing footsies with Sonic at the Mystic Ruins Bar and Grille. I reproduce my copy of the Station Square Inquirer as she finishes and tell her it made front page of this.

Weird. No reaction. �I read it� she states, pushing it back over to me nonchalantly.

Guess it was true.

Weirder still that these things can have actual truth to them�
She finishes by stating that Rouge admitted to trying to get Sonic to let her ride him like a horse, but only after having harsh words with him beforehand after coming to at the hospital.

Apparently they haven�t spoken since it happened initially�
�So?� is all I manage to say after she�s finished. That doesn�t necessarily strike me as odd behavior from him in the least; there have been plenty of occasions where they haven�t spoken for weeks on end. And it usually turns out alright in any event.
�Don�t worry about it�, I say, trying to reassure her that things will be back to normal in time.

Why shouldn�t they be?
�Things aren�t the same�, she mumbles. I now notice that she�s almost on the verge of tears as she�s saying this, but is managing to hold them back.

Must have been one hell of a fight those two had�
I pause for a moment to take another sip of my third cup. It�s managed to cool down a little after she finally began to open up�

Sip. She begins to say something.

�It�s not going to be the same, or even what you would call normal again, Shadow��

�Because?� Sip. Gulp. Sip�

��because�I�m pregnant.�
Sputter!!!! Her last statement was enough for me to spit out my coffee, burning my tongue and chocking on liquid in the process. I grab a napkin from the holder situated on the table to wipe the excess coffee from my chin and cover my mouth.
After a few minutes of coughing and gagging, I ask her if she�s joking, to which she looks me dead on in the face and utters a low �no�.

Wow. I wasn�t expecting that.

�Sonic�s the father�, she adds in.

I definitely wasn�t expecting that either.
Damn. And here I was, thinking the faker didn�t have any interest in women in general. And here right now is the girl who he�s run away from more times that I care to count, who�s basically relaying to me that the both of them have been intimate enough to procreate.
Well, maybe I�m not so surprised. All that repressed sexual energy stuck in him was bound to come to a head sometime�
She notices my shock and lets me know that I�m the first of everyone else to know about it, including him. She also wants to know if I have any advice on how to tell Sonic, if she does at all�

�What do you mean by, if you tell him at all?� I ask.
She lets me in on what�s been going on between them the last six months, including how it all started with the death of one kid, to how it seemed as if the faker was just using her for sexual gratification. She refers to the fact that she thought briefly about terminating the pregnancy, but couldn�t bring herself to do it. She wants to keep it, even though she�s scared, and thinks Sonic is a bit immature to take up a responsibility such as this.

I�ll agree with her on the latter. He didn�t have enough sense to use contraception, and this is the end result�
I let her know what I think it from the last thought, but she excuses him and states that it�s her mistake as well. I rolled my eyes at this; she�s always making some sort of excuse for him�
�So what do you want me to tell you?� I inquire plainly, staring back at her. �You know what I�m going to say, right? Tell him and see how he feels about it.�
�But��, she begins. �I don�t know if I want to tell him��

�So? He has a right to know about it.� I answer, �If anything, I think the both of you are being idiots given the circumstances.
You both wouldn�t be in this situation if you took the time to buy a damn condom�something�anything to prevent what�s happened now. You both are equally to blame, and rather than just wander around and not tell anyone (save me), you�re just going to take the suffering in silence and let him get out of it?�

She nods a simple yes.
�Well, I�m telling you right now that what you�re doing is pretty stupid, even if you think that leaving him in the dark is going to be beneficial for the both of you in the long run.

I can�t say anything else on the matter. You have to tell him and see how he feels.�

,br>�What if he hates me for it?� she asks.

�Well, like I said, he�s just as responsible, and if he wants to negate responsibilities, he�s a coward. You�re better off in that case.� I say.

�But what if��

I�m more than irritated by this point. I�ve already given my advice to her (which really isn�t all that hard to understand) and she�s slapping every tidbit away in hope of something better.

Hell, she probably already knows the answer in her heart anyway�
�What more can I say on the matter, Amy!� I snap. I decide to lower my tone of voice as she nearly jumped out of her seat. �I�ve told you what I think, and what I think you should do. There�s nothing really more for me to say other that I think you�re playing stupid and hoping for an easy way into a good answer.

And I already know that you know what you want out of all of this��

�Am I really that easy to read?� she asks, blushing a bit in the process.

�It�s written all over your face�, I reply. �You�ve always had an idea of what you want out of life, and I know you�ve had the answer to this for quite some time.

There is nothing more for me to say except start listening to what your heart feels.�
After this, nothing but silence. I guess she took my words to heart, as she finished her hot chocolate and moved to leave the shop. She thanks me as she trots on over to the exit.
I stretch my legs out some more underneath our table and hit something that collapses. Didn�t have to look to realize that she had forgotten her groceries. Again.
She is a bit absent-minded, especially whenever the subject of faker extraordinaire is brought up.
I gather up the contents of the bag, and run on over to her after she makes it out the door and outside in the rain. Out of instinct, I use my free arm to reach and grab one of her hands, pulling her back aside to receive her groceries. She nearly loses her balance, and would have fallen on the sidewalk if I hadn�t caught her in my arms after I set the bag down in the nanosecond that it occurred.

Another one of those awkward moments of silence occurred before I broke it once more.

�You forgot your groceries�, I state.

�Um�thanks.�

I�m about to help her up to her feet when I catch a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.

�Amy?�

We both look up to see Mr. Faker standing before us, arms crossed as he�s tapping a foot idly. Looks as if he was caught in the full extent of the storm, as he�s also soaked from head to toe.

Wonderful. It wouldn�t surprise me now if this ended up in the next edition of Station Square Inquirer�
And that�s it for this chapter. Stay tuned for the next one when this little �triangle� (at least from Sonic�s point of view), as well as the previous issue between Sonic and Amy comes to a head.

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