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Room 503, Saturday Evening

It was wrong. It had to be.

Yurika had spent the day wandering the island, trying to clear her head and praying for another result.

No luck.

Now she was seated at her desk, pen at the ready, as she tried to find some way to explain this to Romeo. To Father Juliano. To anyone.

"You better be worth this," she muttered, placing her hand on her stomach. "Kazuki Montague."

[OOC: Open door and post is open! Yurika's herself, mostly, just overly-melodramatic and a wee bit pregnant....]
[ETA: Romeo's visit comes last chronologically.]

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"I would not wager on that, love," Romeo said, the endearment slipping out before he caught himself. "Would it were as simple as a few meetings."

"Juliet -" his breath caught in his throat. "Juliet is here."

She laughed suddenly and shook her head. "No wonder you look like you've seen a ghost!" she teased. "It's Homecoming Weekend, remember? You probably just saw that girl that looks like her. Remember?"

The look Romeo gave poor, innocent Yurika, who would so soon be lost to him, was full of sorrow. "I thought it was Angela, but no, it was Juliet herself," he answered. "She too failed to die and was spirited away. She had been magically concealed as Hinata Hyuuga, but her disguise and brainwashing have crumbled and she wishes to be with me again."

"No." Yurika suddenly felt very cold. This wasn't happening it wasn't. "Some witch is playing a trick on you, Romeo, it's not possible."

She stood, quickly moving to her desk to pick up a thin white object and toss it at him. "Pretty sure he would have mentioned it if 'Mommy Juliet' were in the picture somewhere."

Her delivery probably needed work. Again. But Yurika was too frantic to care.

He was too flabbergasted to say anything at first; it took him a long minute to even recognize what the plastic object was. Then it came into focus and a cold sweat covered his body.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said, probably undoing any good he'd done for the state of his soul by confessing. "Are you sure? How long?"

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"I haven't gone to the clinic yet. I just took - that - because I was starting to get freaked out. I figured I was just late because my body was confused after being a boy," she answered, staring down at the floor. "Only a few weeks, maybe?"

"A few weeks," he echoed, closing his eyes and drawing his legs into his chest. "What did you want to do?"

Romeo had his own religious beliefs on the subject, but he'd been known to be flexible about such things. The odd thing, though, was how almost happy he was about the prospect of a child, somewhere under the shock.

Juliet was nearly forgotten for the moment.

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"I don't know." It sounded small and lost to her own ears, and Yurika wanted to just curl up under the bed and cry. "I don't know."

"I'm sorry."

"It's my sin as much as yours," Romeo insisted, giving in to the urge to take her hand. "You ... you have time. But if you have the child, I would be there for him."

If he didn't say he would be there for her, well, that was for a reason.

Yurika wasn't stupid, she knew what he was saying.

"She's not real!" she hissed, shaking her head. "She can't be! She's dead, Romeo. This is some spell or illusion, some trick that Hinata girl thought up because she has a crush on you!"

"She knew me," Romeo said flatly. "She looked as Juliet did, she spoke as Juliet would, she had a story Juliet would tell, and even if Hinata had noticed me in that way, she wouldn't be able to convince me so easily."

"I spoke to a priest," he continued. "She is my wife, and nothing can break that bond."

Yurika reeled back as if slapped, pulling her hand away from him. "Lots of things can break that bond," she said tersely. "Like being dead. So she comes back through Fandom magic, and now I'm not good enough for you?"

"You said you loved me."

"I do love you," Romeo said earnestly. "Believe that. Nothing that has happened has changed that. But marriage is sacred, and I cannot look in the face of my wife -- the woman who would have died of love for me -- and tell her I'm leaving her for another." He drew a deep breath. "Even if the other is the mother of my child."

"I'm sorry I haven't gotten the chance to die for you, aijin. I'll add that to my social calendar."

Yurika bit her lip to try and keep from crying. "You have a choice, Romeo. You can't hide behind a priest and let him make this decision for you, it's yours."

"I'm past my days where dying for love sounded terribly noble," Romeo admitted. He, too was blinking hard, talking past a lump of tears in his throat. "I want you, I need you, I love you. I just don't know that I can break her poor heart again, especially after pledging my life to her under God and the law. I'd like to be the better man. Do you understand that at all?"

"God and the law are both under the impression that she's dead, and you are her widower," Yurika cried out, throwing up her hands. "She was Hinata before, she can be Hinata again if she doesn't want to be a Juliet without a Romeo."

Yurika wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. "I just found out I'm pregnant. I'm terrified. And now you're saying you love me, but you're leaving me to spare another girl's feelings? What, exactly, am I supposed to understand?"

"She was never Hinata," Romeo said. "I may have said that wrong. She was Juliet, wrapped in magics to make her look like Hinata so the real Hinata's death could be concealed. I could not make her give up her true life as Juliet to live a false one as another girl. I don't even know how to ask her for that."

He wiped a tear away from his eye. "Understand I'm doing my best," he asked. "Understand I would do anything for our child. Understand I wish I wasn't leaving."

"Then don't." Yurika held out one hand, blue eyes wide. "Please."

He took the hand, tensing warm fingers around hers. "I don't want to," he said again. "I've had ten months with you and two days with her. Before this morning I'm not sure I could have told you want color her eyes were."

"And you're to have my child. I just -- I --" he flailed. "Would you like to talk to her? Together."

He wasn't trying to make her do his dirty work.

Yurika flinched and shook her head. "What would I say to her?" she asked. "Sorry, you were dead, and he knocked me up?"

"There has to be some other way to put it," Romeo said, frustrated. He ran a hand over her shoulders, lightly, in case she wanted to duck. "All right. I'll talk to her on my own."

Said as if this were a burden.

"Maybe she won't want to be married anymore."

He doubted this.

The hand was needed, reassuring, and she leaned in to his touch. "I'll come with, if that's what you really want," she said softly, "I just don't know that I'll be any help."

She wasn't going to do his dirty work. At all. But she could still be there for him without fighting his battles.

"You would be there," Romeo said. 'That's enough."

It had to be.

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