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*'''Log: ''' Hypernemesis Gravitas
*'''Cast:''' [[Yua Ijuuin]], [[Miho Ijuuin]]
*'''Where:''' Aoba - Penthouse
*'''OOC Date:''' 2026-02-25
*'''IC Date:''' Sun, Sept 30 2012
*'''Summary''': ''Yua can't keep dinner down. It's nothing unusual, but it's distressing, anyway. Miho is there to support her wife, though... including when her tears remind her of the tears she shed with Shiryuu, and she tells Miho more about what happened with him, too.''

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[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Season 1]]
[[Category:Season 1, Episode 1]]

<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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Yua got home LATE on Friday after MISADVENTURES WITH SHIRYUU. Her check-up revealed her to be physically fine, but she was, perhaps understandably, exhausted all weekend. By Sunday, though, she was at least chipper enough to embark on the day; she even managed to greet Miho home from her work at the end of the day, just like normal, even though Miho had to ''work on Sunday'' which is ''super not normal!''

(Well, it's almost like normal. Yua doesn't literally leap into her arms now that one of her arms is injured. She ''does'' still insist she lean down for kisses though.)

Tonight, she's cooked some lovely baked fish and vegetables. And it should have been fine -- theoretically speaking, all the food is quite mild -- except...

Except, you know, sometimes it doesn't ''matter'' if it's mild.

"Hk," Yua whines, a touch strangled, looking to Miho with an ill expression. It's about all the excusing herself she'll do, as she pushes her chair out and scrambles for the bathroom. ... it sounds quite miserable.

It's been a common occurrence, but it's not getting any better now she's entered her second trimester...

</poem>
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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Late...

Well, it was fine. Miho is recovering from her injury, which happened a little over a week ago now, and thus indeed does ''not'' catch Yua outright. She is willing to lean down. The meal is good...

Well, it was good. Miho pauses and sets down her utensil after a moment. "Yua..."

Rising, she pushes in Yua's chair and then her own, and walks calmly towards the bathroom.

She knocks gently on the door.

"Do you need anything?"

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<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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There's a light sniffing, coming from behind the door, after those horrible noises. A touch weakly, Yua's voice follows it: "I'm okay..."

''Is she?!''

The door wasn't even closed properly; if Miho ''does'' peek in, she'll catch her scrubbing out the bowl with the toilet brush, because of course she must keep the bathroom clean or risk offending her Gods. Her hands and then her face are the next things up for washing; and then, of course, she realises that that's made a mess of her ''makeup,'' and...

"Oooohhh!!" Yua huffs, frustrated, as she stomps a foot.

Luckily, the bathroom mat is ''specifically anti-slip,'' so that doesn't end in tragedy.

</poem>
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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She... may be.

"Yua," Miho says gently, and opens the door. "Let me help you," she requests, and spots that Stomping and--

"It's all right."

She steps inside, and puts a hand on Yua's back.

"We don't have to go out again today anyway."

</poem>
<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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"Mimiiii," Yua whines, leaning against her for a moment. "I guess that's good, but, I really hoped... it would get better now... they say it's supposed to, now, you know? I'll be fourteen weeks tomorrow... b-but I'm still..."

Snif.

"Mm... but it's that hypernemesis gravitas stuff, right?" That's both a very cute and surprisingly apt mispronounciation of hyperemesis gravidarum. "I thought... maybe it wasn't like that! But... I guess it is." Of course it is; she's ''lost'' far more weight than she should have gained. Why, just this morning, Miho heard about Sachie having to start an IV line to give her fluids, following the doctors' standing orders.

(Yua hated it, of course. She always does.)

"Mouuuu... bad things keep happening, Mimi..."

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<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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Miho puts an arm around Yua and squeezes gently. "I know," she says softly. "They do say that."

But...

"Yes," Miho confirms. "hyperemesis gravidarum," she says, because it's important to say it correctly, but she doesn't say Yua doesn't know what it is, because she clearly does. Instead...

"It would seem to be, yes."

"We'll pull through them," Miho says. "We will."

</poem>
<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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"Oh, yeah," Yua sighs, "''that.''" She clearly does know what it is! But her name's cuter...

Yua turns back to the mirror, and, with a terrible downcast expression, takes her makeoff removal pad and wipes off her carefully winged eyeliner and eyeshadow and lipstick properly; it would have come off in the bath, but she might as well take it off now rather than look like a horror show woman about it. (Isn't she a horror show woman ''regardless?'' ... don't think like that, Yua.) She takes care to pad things dry about her eyepatch, particularly; Miho has to fuss quite a lot over her skin integrity, there, to avoid unimaginable horrors.

She looks... more tired, without her makeup, though she's no less beautiful.

"I don't wanna eat more dinner right now," Yua whines, looking up to Miho. "I'm scared I'll just throw it up again..."

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<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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Yua's name ''is'' cuter.

Miho smiles gently at Yua when she sees her frowning, trying to help provide a stabilizing influence. She's behind Yua and still visible in the mirror. She does not think Yua is a horror show woman, as it happens.

"You're beautiful," Miho comments. "..."

"No," she says, "We don't have to." She rubs Yua's shoulder. "Let's do something else, instead."

She'll guide her out to sit down, if Yua will go for it.

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<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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"Oh," Yua smiles, back to Miho, in the mirror, about as delicate as the glass.

"Okay," she lets herself be led out to the loungeroom; she lets Miho sit herself down, first, knowing that she has her arm to mind, before she scoots herself in beside her. "It's okay, Mimi," she assures her, once she's safely secured there. "When my stomach's calmed down, I'll... I'll try to have some of that powdered milk, okay?" It's not really 'milk' as much as a meal supplement, but it certainly ''resembles'' powdered milk, and that's evidently how Yua's elected to think about it.

She sighs, slipping an arm around Miho's midsection as she looks down at herself. "... I don't feel beautiful," she admits, quietly. "Some of my students have started asking if I've gained weight... and everyone's always so uncomfortable when I hurry away at lunch..."

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<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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Miho notes that Yua is so often delicate; it makes her want to protect Yua more.

Miho does sit first, minding her arm, and then puts her good arm around Yua when she scoots in. "Good," Miho says. "That's good." She'll probably snack later, herself. It's fine. "You can do that."

Miho looks at Yua, and her expression is gentle. "Students can be ungentle." A pause. "...Well, I see your beauty still," she says. "I will carry it for you, if you feel you can't for a while."

"You should only do what you feel you need to do."

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<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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She needs an awful lot of protecting, doesn't she...? Miho even has to send her ''people'' to protect her, these days...

"Mm-hm," Yua smiles, when Miho praises her decision-making. "I don't want you to worry, Mimi... so I'll do my best. I promise!!" Even when eating and drinking feels miserable... Yua pushes herself awfully hard to make sure Miho won't worry.

She sighs, leaning into Miho. "It's not their fault," she says, though she still pouts, a little. "They're still young... they don't think of things like this. Mouuuu... but, but you're so nice to meee..."

This is the ''sixth'' time Yua's burst into tears today, for the record. It's not actually all that weird. It wasn't weird even ''before'' she became pregnant, and it's ''double'' not that weird now.

"Oh... oh, bother..." She sniffs, anyway, rubbing at her eye. "I'm always crying... ohhhh... I even cried on poor Shishi, I'm sure he was terribly lost...!"

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<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
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Miho doesn't object to that.. Protecting is something she likes to do.

"I appreciate that," Miho says, "But you can make me worry a little. I don't mind. Worrying over you is part of how I show I care..." Yua does work hard at that. Maybe too hard. But as to students, "Yes," Miho agrees, "But if we don't expect more of them, they won't learn to become good adults."

Miho strokes Yua's upper arm soothingly. "Did you?" she asks. "Hmmm. ...A young man should learn to deal with tears. It's good for him."

But... she does wonder why.

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<Pose Tracker> Yua Ijuuin has posed.
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And Yua, as it happens, ''really'' likes being protected.

She smiles, though, when Miho insists that worrying is her expression of care. "Aww, Mimi... but if I'm worrying about you, and you're worrying about me, who's driving the car?" She pauses, and tilts her head.

"Wait... I guess that's Seiji-san..."

You're rich, Yua. You have a ''driver'' now.

"Mm... but you're right," she adds, a moment later, rubbing at her cheek with a finger. "We can't let those kids down by treating them too lightly..."

Snif. She smiles, up to Miho, feeling those fingers on her arm. "He did just fine," she assures her. "He even tried to find a corner of his hanky which wasn't bloodied so that he could wipe my tears away... really, it was very sweet." Yua did notice; she just didn't have the ability to make her brain stop on it, back then.

"I just... I didn't want to use my full powers, down there, because... because it's a black-out, you know? Remember?" Yua's told her about it before, of course. The ''first'' time Yua went down into the bomb shelter, she was ''egregiously offended.'' And back then, she had a map! "But then... I stepped on a trap, and Shishi had to push himself a lot to keep me safe... I felt so bad." Her gaze drops down, and her tone droops, too. "So I looked at it all clearly, and... and I did manage to see a little, but... but it was a big weight on me. And because of the memories, too..."

Yua quiets, her fingers tangling in the bottom of Miho's shirt as she clutches it. "It's like... like a thing they did, before... so... I said a lot of things to him," she admits, tone hushed. "Well, I was confused for a lot of it, so I don't know how much made sense... but I showed him my hand, and... and he thought it happened when I was a child, you know? That poor, dear boy... well, he asked me to think of our better world, more or less, a-and that did snap me out of it. I don't know if he really realised that's what he was saying, though... maybe he meant the Order's future... but he was trying to help, you know...?"

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Miho laughs softly and strokes Yua's hair. "Yes," she says. "That's him."

But indeed--from Miho's perspective it would exactly be letting them down. ...Not that she's that old, but of course, in the way of the young, she ''thinks'' she's old already. Much older than a high schooler!

"I remember," Miho says. But a trap...

"Mm," she says. "I see. I'm very glad he was able to keep you safe."

He pushed himself; she'll remember that.

Memories...

"...I see," she says. "Well, I believe you. I believe that he would be willing to help you. I do not think that boy is our enemy, despite certain... disagreements, we've had."

"I think he will keep your secrets from the rest of the Order, at least."

"...But I am glad he was there to help." She worried. A lot. When she heard...

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Yua hums, happily, feeling Miho's fingers through her hair. It's down right now, of course, which is something ''Miho'' gets to see far more than anyone else; she has an awful ''lot'' of hair which she normally hides in that tightly-folded bun of hers, too. She giggles, too, hearing Miho's laughter. "Hee hee..."

Her hair is lovely and glossy, too, of course. They have only the finest shampoos and conditioners, and, of course, a ''fancy'' hairdresser!

... and Yua thinks of herself as quite old, too. Perhaps that's why she keeps calling Shiryuu so ''young...''

"If I was there on my own, I would have been in trouble..." Yua sighs, her head tilting back into Miho's hand as she looks up to her. "I know I shouldn't have just trusted in," she admits, "but one of the students heard someone in trouble, down there, and... oh, Mimi, if one of my students was being eaten, how could I just let that happen? But it wasn't one of my students being eaten, it was Shishi beating the demons up..."

Actually, he was murdering them in cold blood, but Yua doesn't want to talk about the poor murdered Angels.

"He promised... and he takes his promises really seriously, Mimi. He's... someone who's been under a lot of pressure for a long time," she describes him, a touch delicately; it's not that she's keeping secrets from Miho, of course, but just that she's treating ''his'' secrets with a little care too. "But because of that, he takes it seriously when he's trying to take care of people, I think."

She lifts her hand, to cradle Miho's cheek, looking up to her. "Hey, Mimi... are you okay? Even though it wasn't a mission, I got exhausted doing Supernatural stuff... it's hard on you, too, right?"

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To hear Yua laugh is nice, especially after having seen her so miserable earlier. So Miho is glad of that.

"You would have," Miho says, having been hesitant to chastise Yua. "I understand," she says. "But think of it this way; a loss of one of your students is a tragedy. ...But to me, the loss of ''you''--and our child!--would be an even greater tragedy. If nothing else, make sure to get some support next time. Even if there weren't demons down tehre, you shouldn't be wandering in damp, dank places on your own in your condition."

Still... he promised. "I see," she says of Shiryuu. "That makes sense. Well, I admire a man of his word, in any case."

She leans into Yua's hand. "...I am," she says, "But it stresses me, when you're in danger and I can't help..."

"Yes, it's difficult. I don't want you to feel awful, though."

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"Hauuuuu..." Yua hums, sadly, hearing Miho's worries. "But... isn't it my responsibility to keep them safe? I'm their teacher... even if they're rough and tumble, they should still be able to look to me..." She looks down at herself, though, hand pressing to her stomach. "But if I got in trouble, Hiroki would be in trouble, too... mouuuuuu... you're right," she concludes, a touch sad about it, "I had better get help."

She's clearly put a lot of thought into that already; Miho doesn't really ''need'' to chastise her, when she's been chastising herself.

"He's admirable," Yua agrees. "I trust him, Mimi... did you know he even sent people with us to Okinawa to make sure we were safe? I was so surprised!" Her eye widens, as she exclaims. "I didn't see anyone! But I guess that's why they're called shinobi, right...? I wonder if they got to relax in Okinawa, too..."

(Keeping track of Yua really isn't a difficult detail. ... ''Miho,'' on the other hand...?)

She hums, stroking Miho's cheek. "I know," she assures her, soothingly. "So I'm trying not to beat myself up too much... I just feel very silly. I caused a lot of trouble for everyone, just because I wasn't thinking... oh, but I know that you would have come down to help if you could have, Mimi. But then I'd worry, because... your arm...! I guess that means we'd better just both have to stay out of trouble for a while..."

Except, of course... trouble's their occupation.
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