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Taiyoo Soshite Tsuki

(Sun and Moon)

By: Sinead

 

Chapter Thirteen: Warning

Old Cybertronian Year: 5878

New Cybertronian Year: 2

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“TAIYOO!!!”

 

“Oh, slaggit. There she goes again. BOY! GET IN HERE!” Wrangler bellowed.

 

Taiyoo ran in, and leaned over his wife, kissing her forehead. “Shh, now.”

 

“PAIN!!!”

 

“I know. Quiet now.”

 

Tsuki growled, and she whimpered with the sharp aching. Azure had insisted that they not share the pain through this. Taiyoo had actually listened. The midwife peeked into the room, and checked up on how both Tsuki and Kelsi were doing. Kelsi was insistent upon helping birth her grandchildren. Azure smiled, and rested her palm upon Tsuki’s taught abdomen. “You’re doing well, Tsuki. It won’t be long now.”

 

“I’ll say!” Kelsi piped up. “She’s crowning!”

 

“What?!” Taiyoo yelped. He peeked over his mother’s shoulder.

 

She moved out of the way, and said quietly, “It’s up to you, now, Tai.”

 

Tsuki’s eyes were shut tightly, as she saw colors fly behind her eyelids. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before, even when she had taken on the Spark-attacking virus that Xanthos Rampage once had. Half-screaming, she gripped the side of the bed, and squeezed it.

 

Something felt as if it broke.

 

The pain left as quickly as it had come.

 

Taiyoo looked at the small thing resting in his arms silently, then moved the newborn to his shoulder, and gently slapped its back, causing it to set about wailing. He walked up to Tsuki’s side, and saw her open her eyes. He set the infant in her arms, and she kissed its forehead tenderly, causing the wailing to stop after a few more reassuring movements and noises. “She’s perfect.”

 

“‘She’?” Azure asked, smiling.

Tsuki nodded, and rested her head back wearily, still watching the movements of her daughter. “When do you want to name the two, Tai?”

 

“Once everything calms, Suu. Here. Let me see her. You get some sleep, and rest a bit.” He rested his hand upon her shoulder, and she kissed the infant’s head once more. Once the girl-child was secure in her father’s arms, Tsuki fell asleep. He sat, and started cleaning the small one up, and smiling at her. Kelsi rested her hand upon his shoulder, and then smiled. “She’s beautiful.”

 

Satsujinhan’nin blinked at the small, white-haired child. “Looks like her father with her mother’s hair. I most certainly hope that she grows out of what she inherited from Taiyoo.”

 

Taiyoo smiled. “Don’t you worry about my bad looks being revealed in her. She’ll have her mother’s personality. I know that much already. Look at her.”

 

“We don’t need any encouragement,” Kelsi said, reaching down to tickle the child’s palm with a fingertip. The infant grasped the finger, and opened her eyes, revealing them to be bright blue. Kelsi smiled, and wriggled her finger out of the grasp of the infant. “Sats, keep an eye on Suu. Wrangler, come over here and look at your granddaughter.”

 

The two older Predacons switched places, and Wrangler sighed happily, kneeling and looking at the small being. A knock sounded upon the door, and Azure walked up to get it. She smiled at the human, and said, “Come in. You missed the first child’s birth by a few minutes.”

 

Willow walked over to Taiyoo, and then saw the child in his arms. She smiled, and looked over to Tsuki, who was awake again, and smiling. Willow walked over to her daughter, and kissed her forehead. “She’s beautiful, like you.”

 

Tsuki smiled, and realized why it hurt her mother so much, whenever she was called by her given name by her daughter. She closed her eyes, feeling her breath hiss inward through her teeth. “Tai, let Mom hold our daughter. This one other one wants out now.”

 

Willow looked at her daughter, but was distracted when Taiyoo touched her shoulder, and turned her gently to take the child. “Careful.”

 

She glared at him playfully, and kissed her granddaughter’s forehead. “I have three children. I know how to be careful with infants, Taiyoo.”

 

Satsujinhan’nin laughed. “Yes, but you should know that there’s always a difference between holding your own child, and letting someone hold a newborn within the hour of its birth!”

 

Willow smiled, and Tsuki started back into labor with the other twin. Before long, a son was born to the new parents. He was as dark-haired as his sister was light, and his eyes were those of his mother’s.  Taiyoo kissed his son’s crown, before placing the wailing infant in his wife’s arms. Her head nodded once, and Taiyoo helped her hold the child. “Tsuki, you have to feed them.”

 

“Oh, Primus . . . I know, I know . . . but . . .” she yawned, and leaned her head forward to kiss her son’s brow drowsily. “There’s an afterbirth, isn’t there?”

 

“Dunno,” Azure said. “The other midwives haven’t said anything. The other three mothers apparently haven’t given birth yet. I know with organics that there is an afterbirth, but . . . Tsuki, slaggit, stay awake and feed your daughter.”

 

Taiyoo held his son, while his father laughed, and left the room with his mother.

 

 

 

A wail set up from across the room, and Tsuki lurched upwards to get to her son, but encountered Taiyoo’s arm holding her down. “My turn.”

 

Tsuki kissed his wrist, and he clambered over her, growling fondly to his child, “You’re two slagging days old, and you’ve been stealing my wife’s attention away from me, you know that? Can’t I have time, too? Hmm? Aah, quiet, now.”

 

The mother smiled, watching her husband’s hand reach down to gently brush against the child’s crown, lulling him back to sleep. Sighing, he leaned over to kiss both his son’s and daughter’s foreheads, before turning back to bed, and laying down beside his wife. “You’re thinking of names again.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I’ll ask my mother what the words for Daybreak and Nightfall are.”

 

Tsuki laughed, and rolled him onto his back, before settling against his chest, listening to his Spark pulse beneath her ear. Resting her hand upon his shoulder, she asked, “Would you?”

 

“They should be good names. They’ll match our children well.”

 

 

 

“Yoake and Tasogare,” Kelsi said, reaching over to take her grandson in her arms. “You chose well.”

 

Tsuki smiled, and Satsujinhan’nin took his granddaughter from his son’s arms, and smiling down at her. Uso ambled up to the four, and transformed, sighing. “News.”

 

“What is it?” Taiyoo asked, instantly concerned for his friend.

 

“I’m gonna be a father of . . . hey!”

 

Taiyoo tackled the slightly-older bot, and the two tumbled upon the grass, until Uso squeezed out of it, and sat upon the other Predacon’s back. “I wasn’t done! Shinri’s having slagging triplets!”

Tsuki just stared at him. “What.”

 

“Three kids! At once! Not to mention that it’s going to be insane enough, what with you with your twins, and Ai and Kirau with their not-yet-born daughter, but slagging triplets?! What the Pit is going on?!”

 

 

 

Tsuki had let Taiyoo know that she was going to confer with the Matrix about this. He knew that she could talk to the device, and actually decipher the answers well, without much of a pause. She smiled up at the Oracle, then asked, “Why are multiple births common now, when they were virtually nonexistent before the Reformatting?”

 

There is need.

 

“Need? What need is there?”

 

For more to be born.

 

“Why?”

 

Sparks were extinguished mercilessly, without a chance to enter the Matrix, or be sent to the Pit. There is need.

 

“You mean to replace those who were lost forever?”

 

Yes.

 

“But . . . will it be any more than three children at once?”

 

There is a possibility of that, but the birthrate will slow, once there is no more need.

 

“Can I ask you something different?”

 

As always.

 

“Will . . . will my children have to fight an enemy, like Taiyoo and I, and all the others had to? Will they have to go to war in their lifetimes?”

 

No. There will be no war in their lifetimes, nor in the lifetimes of their children, nor their children’s children, nor even their children’s children’s children. Bu I cannot guarantee that those afterwards will be safe. But your twins will be safe from war.

 

Tsuki sighed, then said, “Thank you. Is there anything that you would like me to pass on to anyone?”

 

There is one called Xanthos in your midst.

 

“Yes.”

 

He has to repent. He has taken lives, and he knows that he is in the wrong. But he has yet to pay for his sins, pay for the lives he’s taken.

 

“How?”

 

He has but three years to bring at least one life, one child, to raise in memory of those who were the children of others, and whose lives he took in anger and in frustration.

 

“What if those three years end before he can find someone who will accept him?”

 

Then he will be banished to the Pit.

 

“No! He’s my brother! I can’t let that happen!”

 

Then he will have to raise a child upon his own. One who would be given willingly to him to safeguard.

 

The Oracle faded. Tsuki fell to her knees, and buried her head in her hands. What was she going to do?

 

 

 

Taiyoo listened to what his wife was telling him, then sighed. “Shinri wouldn’t dare give up one of her children, even to him. Especially to him. Have you told him?”

 

“Yes, and I told him that I was also going to help him somehow.”

 

“There are no orphanages. All orphans were pulled into families after the Reformatting,” Taiyoo said, standing, and pacing. “And those who have given birth wouldn’t give up these children easily.”

 

Tsuki stared into space. “Taiyoo . . .”

 

~Tsuki . . . are you thinking of letting him raise one of our children?~

 

~Taiyoo, there isn’t anyone else who would trust him.~

 

~Suu . . .~

 

She pulled him into a shaking embrace. “I don’t want him to die.”

 

“But Suu . . . there has to be another way.”

The wife sighed, and buried her face in his shoulder, hearing her children’s breathing. They were asleep. “I wish I knew there was.”

 

“Talk to your mother. Did the Oracle say that it had to be a Cybertronian life? Earth has plenty of orphans, unfortunately. Can he not just adopt an infant from there?”

 

“The Oracle indicated that he be the father to one . . .”

 

“Did it say biologically?”

 

“But . . .”

 

“Did it say biologically?” Taiyoo repeated, forcing his wife to look into his eyes.

 

She shook her head.

 

“Did it say that it had to be Cybertronian?”

 

“No . . .”

 

“How long do we have?”

 

“Three years.”

 

“Then we will sleep upon it for tonight,” Taiyoo said softly. “Doubtless, the Oracle gave us three years for a reason. This is something that cannot be fixed in one day.”

 

Tsuki broke into sobs, able to release her tension of the day. Taiyoo smiled, glad that he was able to break through, and cradled her close to him. “Suu, our beauty, keep crying. You need it. Everything will be all right, I swear to you.”

 

She nodded against his shoulder, then heard a mumbled wail from across the room. Smiling, she stood to pick her daughter up, tears still falling, although gently, now healing tears, not one of grief. “Hungry, are you? Hush, then, Yoake. Hush . . .”

 

Taiyoo smiled softly at his wife, as she nursed their daughter. Softly, so as not to startle her, he sat behind her, and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, then kissed her cheek. “I’ll talk to our mothers about it tomorrow. Your turn with the babies.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

He chuckled, and picked up his son, after hearing a thin wail set up from the cradle he slept in. “Tasogare, you rogue . . . what are you up to, hmm?”

 

Still slightly cross-eyed, Tasogare yawned, and curled up against his father’s chest, and sighed. Taiyoo chuckled, and sat beside his wife, feeling complete.