Chapter 1 A Prayer Heard (Patreon)

The wind was cold that evening. Lanterns flickered weakly in the dim light as Gorou Hyoudou knelt before an old shrine. His breath came out in trembling clouds, his palms pressed together so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Please… please, let them live through this,” He whispered, his voice breaking halfway. “Let our child be born healthy this time. I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, blending with the faint scent of wet earth and fallen leaves. The shrine was small, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the forest near the edge of town. It wasn’t the first place he had prayed to, he and Miki had visited dozens over the past three years. Temples to fertility, shrines to ancestral blessings, even places whispered about in old wives’ tales. Each one had been a plea, a promise, a desperate cry for hope.

Two miscarriages had carved deep scars into both their hearts. Miki no longer smiled the same way. At night, Gorou would wake to find her silently weeping, one hand on her stomach, as if trying to feel what could have been. He could bear losing everything, his job, his home, but not Miki’s spirit.

Tonight was his final prayer. The last thread of faith he had left.

“Please,” He murmured again, bowing until his forehead touched the cold stone. “Don’t take them from us. Don’t take our child.”

The offering plate rattled softly as a sudden wind swept through the shrine grounds, carrying with it a sound, a whisper not quite human, not quite divine. The candles flared, their light bending and stretching like living flames. Gorou froze, his heart pounding, the hairs on his arms rising.

Unseen to mortal eyes, several figures stirred beyond the veil. Their presences, vast, ancient, and curious turned their gaze toward the kneeling man. One radiated warmth and compassion, another the chill of judgment, while others shimmered with unknowable colors and intent.

For the first time in countless years, the prayers of one desperate man would be answered—not by one god, but by many.

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Kouh Central Hospital

The air in the delivery room was thick with tension and the sterile scent of antiseptic. Beeping monitors, the hurried footsteps of nurses, and the anxious murmur of doctors filled the air. Miki Hyoudiu gripped the sheets with trembling fingers, her face pale, drenched in sweat. Every contraction felt like a battle.

“Just a little more! You’re almost there, Miki!” The doctor urged, voice steady yet strained with focus.

Gorou stood beside her, his glasses fogged and his hands trembling as he held onto hers. He could barely breathe. The last two times, the room had gone silent far too soon, no cries, only apologies. But he refused to think about that now. Not this time.

“Please… please be alright,” He whispered, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. “You’ve got this, Miki. Just a little more.”

Miki let out a cry that tore through the room, one of exhaustion, pain, and hope all at once.

And then… the world stilled. 

A new sound broke through. A cry of a newborn loud, fierce and alive.

The wail of a newborn boy filled the room, so full of life it made everyone pause. Gorou’s knees nearly gave out as he heard it. Miki fell back against the pillows, tears spilling freely as the nurse smiled, lifting the small, squirming bundle for the parents to see.

“He came out healthy,” the doctor said with visible relief. “A strong baby boy.”

For a moment, neither of them could speak. Miki covered her mouth as she sobbed, joy and disbelief mixing in her eyes. Gorou felt his vision blur as the nurse gently placed the baby in Miki’s arms. Tiny fingers grasped instinctively at her hospital gown, and the faint warmth of life spread through her trembling body.

“He’s… he’s really here…” Miki whispered, voice breaking. “Gorou… we did it…”

Gorou leaned closer, his heart swelling painfully as he brushed his thumb against the baby’s cheek. The little one had a tuft of brown hair, just like his father, and eyes that, though still faintly closed, shimmered with life.

“I never thought I’d hear him cry,” Gorou said softly, his voice trembling as tears streamed down his face. “Thank you… thank you so much.”

He looked at Miki, then at their son, their miracle and spoke with quiet reverence.

“Issei. His name will be Issei.”

Miki smiled weakly, tears shining in her eyes as she repeated it like a prayer. “Issei… Hyoudou.”

Outside, the storm that had lingered all night suddenly broke. The clouds parted, and a single beam of sunlight shone through the hospital window, bathing the small family in warm, golden light.

A miracle had been born that day in Kouh. And though none could know it yet, this boy, Issei Hyoudou, would one day change the fate of the world.

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Two months later

Hyoudou Residence

Morning sunlight filtered gently through the thin curtains of the Hyoudou family’s modest home in Kouh. The soft hum of cicadas filled the air, mingling with the distant chatter of neighbors beginning their day.

“Waaaaaah!”

Issei’s cries echoed through the small living room. The two-month-old was already proving to have a powerful set of lungs. His tiny fists flailed in the air, his face red with indignation as if the whole world had personally wronged him.

Gorou sat on the couch, dressed in his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, glasses slightly crooked, trying to bounce his son gently in his arms. “There, there, Issei… Daddy’s here, see? What’s the matter now? Hungry again?”

Issei responded with another wail.

“Of course you are,” Gorou sighed, but there was no irritation in his voice, only fondness and a trace of exhaustion. “Your appetite’s like mine already. Miki! He’s getting fussy again!”

From the kitchen, Miki appeared with her usual gentle smile, her dark hair tied back in a loose bun. “I can hear him just fine, dear,” She teased softly. She took the baby from Gorou’s arms and sat down to feed him, humming a soft lullaby. The melody was calm and warm, and soon enough Issei’s cries softened into quiet coos.

“There we go,” she whispered, smiling down at her son. “You really are a handful, aren’t you?”

But before Gorou could respond, Miki suddenly winced. Her breath hitched, and she pressed a hand to her stomach. The next second, her face paled.

“Miki?” Gorou asked, immediately concerned as he saw the quick change.

She barely managed to set Issei down on a nearby blanket before rushing toward the bathroom, one hand over her mouth. The sound of retching followed a heartbeat later.

“Miki!” Gorou was on his feet in an instant, worry surging through him. He stood at the bathroom door, torn between giving her space and wanting to burst in. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?!”

A few moments passed before she answered, voice shaky but calm. “I—I don’t know. I suddenly felt nauseous, but it’s… it’s fine now. It must’ve been something I ate.”

Gorou frowned deeply, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “Something you ate? You barely had any breakfast! We’re going to the hospital.”

She shook her head weakly as she rinsed her mouth. “It’s not that serious, Gorou. Please, you worry too much.”

“I’d rather worry too much than not enough,” He replied firmly, picking up Issei from his blanket. The baby gurgled happily now, utterly oblivious to the sudden tension. “After everything we’ve been through, I’m not taking any chances. You’re going. No arguments.”

Miki looked at him for a moment and saw the same man who had prayed for hours under the cold night sky, the one who hadn’t left her bedside through the worst of it. Her resistance softened.

“Alright,” she sighed, smiling faintly. “But only because you look like you might drag me there yourself.”

“Exactly,” He said, smiling back with a hint of nervous relief. “Now come on. Let’s get you checked out.”

As the little family prepared to leave, a gentle breeze drifted through the open window, brushing against the sleeping Issei’s cheek. For just a moment, the faint glimmer of gold shimmered in the air above him, unseen and fleeting before fading once more.

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Kouh Central Hospital

The sterile white walls of Kouh Central Hospital gleamed under the fluorescent lights. The rhythmic beeping of machines and the soft murmur of nurses passing through the corridor filled the air. Gorou sat beside Miki in the small consultation room, his hands clasped tightly together as if in prayer, a habit he’d picked up these past few years.

Miki sat on the examination bed, her face pale but calm, the faint trace of worry in her soft brown eyes. The doctor, an older man with graying hair and kind eyes, flipped through her file with practiced precision.

“Well,” The doctor finally said, turning toward them with a small, almost amused smile. “I think we can rule out food poisoning, Mrs. Hyoudou.”

Gorou leaned forward immediately. “Then what’s wrong? Is she sick? Is it something serious?”

The doctor chuckled gently. “Not at all. In fact… congratulations are in order.”

Gorou blinked. “Con—congratulations?”

Miki tilted her head, confused. “What do you mean?”

The doctor smiled, setting the chart aside. “Mrs. Hyoudou, it appears that you’re pregnant again.”

The world seemed to freeze.

Miki’s eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief. Gorou’s jaw went slack. For several long seconds, neither spoke.

“P-Pregnant?” Gorou repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s impossible! I mean, Issei was just recently born two months ago!”

Miki covered her mouth, overwhelmed by a sudden swirl of emotion, joy, fear, shock, and disbelief all colliding at once. “I… I don’t understand… how…?”

The doctor chuckled softly. “It’s unusual, yes, but not impossible. The body sometimes surprises us. Based on the test results, I’d say it’s still very early, only a few weeks in.”

Gorou’s heart pounded in his chest. The joy that should have come with such news was tangled in dread. His thoughts flashed back to the pain of the miscarriages, the sleepless nights, the hospital rooms filled with silence.

“Doctor,” He said, voice trembling slightly, “Is… is it safe? After what happened before—”

The older man raised a hand, smiling reassuringly. “I understand your concern, Mr. Hyoudou. But from what I can see, everything looks normal so far. Mrs. Hyoudou’s body seems to be recovering well after the last delivery. I’ll prescribe some vitamins and regular checkups, but there’s nothing to worry about yet. Just focus on rest and care.” He then looked at the parents warmly. “I can’t make promises, but I can tell you this, you’ve already overcome great odds once. Sometimes, hope is stronger than fear.”

Miki looked down, her hands resting on her stomach. Her heart trembled. Another life… another chance. She turned her gaze toward Gorou, who was still staring blankly at the doctor, trying to make sense of the news.

“Gorou…” she whispered softly.

He looked up at her then at Issei in his lap and finally let out a shaky laugh. “I… I don’t know whether to panic or cry.”

Miki smiled faintly, tears welling in her eyes. “Maybe do both.”

The doctor laughed quietly as he handed them the report. “Congratulations again. It seems your little family is growing faster than you expected.”

As they left the examination room, Gorou walked beside Miki, his arm gently supporting her. Neither spoke for a while, still processing the miracle that had just been placed in their hands.

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Six months later

The gentle hum of machinery filled the air as Gorou and Miki sat together in the small, softly lit examination room. The familiar smell of disinfectant and the faint rhythm of a heartbeat monitor created a sense of both calm and anticipation.

Miki rested on the bed, her hands placed tenderly on her growing belly. The faint sound of a baby’s cooing drifted from the stroller beside Gorou. Issei, now eight months old, was smiling and kicking his legs as if he could feel the happiness in the air.

The doctor, the same kind elderly man who had given them their last surprise, studied the new ultrasound image with an amused smile tugging at his lips. He turned the screen slightly so the parents could see.

“Well,” he began in that same warm tone, “it seems congratulations are in order… again.”

Miki’s eyes widened, her heart racing as she sat up a little. “Again? What do you mean, doctor?”

The man chuckled softly. “From the results of your last scan and this new one, it looks like you’re not just expecting one baby this time…”

He turned the screen fully toward them. Two tiny heartbeats pulsed in perfect rhythm.

“…but two.”

Gorou blinked, his brain struggling to process the words. “T-Two?!”

The doctor nodded with a small grin. “That’s right. Twins. Both appear to be developing very well and judging by the readings, they’re both girls.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint gurgle from baby Issei, who babbled happily from his stroller, oblivious to the bombshell just dropped.

Miki’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes shimmering. “Twins… twin girls…?”

Gorou’s expression was frozen somewhere between shock and disbelief. “We’re… gonna have three children?”

The doctor laughed kindly. “That’s right. You’ll have quite the lively household soon enough.”

Miki’s initial shock gave way to radiant joy. She laughed, a genuine, tearful laugh that filled the room with warmth. “Twins… Oh, Gorou, can you believe it?”

He blinked a few more times, then let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… I can’t. I mean—first Issei, then another pregnancy, and now, twins? I’m going to need a raise.”

Miki playfully swatted his arm, smiling through happy tears. “Oh, stop it. We’re being blessed, Gorou. Truly blessed.”

Gorou’s eyes softened as he looked at her. She was glowing, not just from the pregnancy, but from something deeper. The miracle they had once begged for now overflowing in abundance.

The doctor finished recording the results and handed Miki a printed image of the ultrasound. Two small shapes rested side by side, their tiny hearts captured in motion.

“They’re strong,” The doctor said gently. “Everything looks healthy so far. Just make sure to rest often, Mrs. Hyoudou. Carrying twins can be more tiring than before, but I have a good feeling about this.”

As the couple left the room, Miki held the ultrasound photo close to her chest, her smile brighter than it had been in years. “My two little girls…” she whispered. “Issei’s going to be a big brother.”

Gorou pushed the stroller beside her, watching his wife’s joy and feeling a mixture of pride and anxiety bubbling in his chest. “A big brother at one year old,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m not sure he’ll understand, but… we’ll make it work.”

Issei giggled, as if agreeing.

Outside, the sky over Kouh was clear and blue, the kind that seemed to stretch endlessly. A soft breeze brushed against them as they stepped out of the hospital.

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The late-night corridors of Kouh Central Hospital were quiet except for the faint hum of machines and the steady rhythm of hurried footsteps. The atmosphere was thick with tension, yet alive with anticipation. 

Miki Hyoudou’s face was pale but resolute, beads of sweat glistening along her temples as she gripped the edge of the hospital bed. Nurses moved briskly, voices calm and precise, while Gorou stood close beside her, his hand trembling in hers.

He’d been through this once before, but somehow, this time felt even more unreal.

“Almost there, Mrs. Hyoudou,” The doctor said, his familiar voice steady and warm. “Just a little more. You’re doing perfectly.”

Miki let out a breathless cry, her heart pounding with both exhaustion and hope. Then —

A single sharp wail pierced the air. And a moment later… another.

Two voices, thin but strong, echoing through the sterile white room.

Gorou froze, tears stinging his eyes as the sound filled him with indescribable relief. Miki collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving as she laughed weakly through tears.

“They’re here,” She whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re really here…”

The doctor smiled, his eyes softening behind his glasses. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou. Two healthy baby girls.”

As the nurses brought the newborns forward, a soft murmur rippled through the staff. The twins were tiny, fragile, and beautiful and were unlike anything they had expected. Their skin was pale as moonlight, and wisps of snow-white hair crowned their heads. Their closed eyelids revealed faintly pink lashes, shimmering under the fluorescent light.

“Albino twins…” One nurse whispered in quiet awe.

Miki’s breath caught as she reached out with trembling hands. “They’re… beautiful.”

Gorou stared, stunned by the sight. For a moment, he said nothing, his throat tightening too much to speak. Then, when one of the girls let out a soft cry, his body moved on its own. He leaned closer, tears falling freely.

“They’re perfect,” he whispered hoarsely. “Absolutely perfect.”

The doctor smiled as he finished his notes. “They’re healthy — both of them. Albinism isn’t an illness, just a rare trait. You have nothing to worry about, Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou. Their condition is purely genetic, and their vitals are excellent.”

Miki let out a shaky laugh of relief, her arms wrapping protectively around her newborn daughters as the nurse gently laid them against her chest. The warmth of their tiny bodies filled her with a peace she hadn’t felt in years.

“They’re warm,” she murmured, tears glistening in her lashes. “So small… so warm.”

Gorou crouched beside her, brushing a lock of damp hair from her face. “You did it, Miki. You did it again.”

Miki smiled through her tears, her gaze fixed on the little faces nuzzled against her. “No, we did. And them… they came to us.”

The twins shifted slightly, one of them letting out a soft yawn while the other’s hand curled instinctively around Miki’s finger. Gorou placed his palm gently atop theirs, feeling the fragile, steady rhythm of life beneath his touch.

“What should we name them?” He asked softly.

Miki looked down at them, at their pale skin, their hair like winter’s first snow and smiled faintly. “Yuki,” she said after a moment. “For snow. It suits her.”

Gorou nodded, his gaze turning to the other, who slept soundly beside her sister. “And her… Shiki. For the four seasons. Maybe she’ll bring balance to all of us.”

“Yuki and Shiki Hyoudou,” Miki whispered, as if sealing the names into their souls. “Welcome to the world, my little ones.”

Gorou pressed a kiss to Miki’s forehead, whispering softly, “Thank you… for bringing them to me.”

Miki smiled sleepily, clutching their daughters close. “The thanks should come from all of us, Gorou. Our prayers… our love.”

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Waiting outside the delivery room, Baby Issei sat on his grandmother’s lap, wrapped in a soft yellow blanket, his big brown eyes blinking curiously at the bustling hospital around him. His chubby fingers gripped his grandfather’s tie like it was a treasure, and every time someone walked past, he turned his head with a soft, curious coo.

“Look at him,” His grandmother said with a fond smile. “He doesn’t even cry here. Such a good boy.”

His grandfather chuckled. “Good? You mean loud. He was screaming all night last time we babysat.”

“Shh,” She scolded, but her smile never faded. “He’s still a baby. Let him be loud while he can.”

Before they could continue, the door to the delivery room slid open. A nurse peeked out, smiling. “Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou, you can come in now.”

Gorou stepped into the hallway, exhaustion clear in his face but joy brighter than any fatigue could dim. “They’re here,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Both of them. Healthy.”

His mother gasped, rising immediately, tears welling in her eyes. “Oh, thank the heavens…”

Gorou laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Heaven’s definitely been listening to us lately.”

They followed him inside quietly. The air was warm and peaceful, filled with the gentle hum of machines and the soft sound of newborn breaths. Miki rested against the bed, tired but radiant, holding two tiny bundles in her arms.

“Mom, Dad,” She whispered weakly, smiling through her exhaustion. “Come meet your granddaughters.”

The grandparents approached slowly, reverently, as if stepping into something sacred. The two babies were sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm. Under the soft hospital light, their snow-white hair shimmered faintly.

“They’re… beautiful,” Gorou’s mother said, her hand trembling as she brushed a finger against one of the girls’ cheeks. “So pale… like little snow spirits.”

“The doctor said they’re albino,” Miki said softly. “But they’re healthy. Perfectly healthy.”

Her father-in-law chuckled warmly. “Then they’ll stand out, just like their mother. Beautiful and strong.”

Gorou smiled, though his eyes lingered on his daughters with awe that still hadn’t faded. “Their names are Yuki and Shiki.”

The grandparents nodded approvingly. “Lovely names.”

It was then that a soft sound drew everyone’s attention, a small, impatient coo.

Baby Issei, now in his grandmother’s arms, had gone quiet for a while, but now he was reaching out, his chubby hands waving clumsily toward the two bundles in his mother’s lap. His big brown eyes sparkled, and a tiny smile formed as he let out a cheerful “Aah! Ba!”

Miki giggled softly, her heart melting. “Oh, does someone want to meet his sisters?”

She gestured for her mother-in-law to bring him closer. The grandmother carefully approached, lowering the little boy so he could see them.

Issei leaned forward, his baby curiosity overcoming any shyness. He reached out with a hand, small, trembling, and unsure and brushed the soft blanket of one of the twins. Yuki stirred faintly, letting out a sleepy murmur. Shiki’s tiny hand twitched… then opened.

And before anyone could stop him, Issei’s fingers found hers.

The newborn’s hand, impossibly small, closed around her brother’s finger.

Everyone fell silent.

Miki felt her chest tighten, tears slipping down her cheeks as she watched. Gorou covered his mouth, his heart swelling with something too big to name. Even the grandparents stood motionless, smiles trembling, eyes wet.

It was such a simple gesture but something about it felt right.

As if the three children already recognized each other.

Issei giggled, delighted by the contact, while little Shiki let out the faintest sound, not quite a cry, more like a soft hum. Yuki stirred next, shifting in her blanket as if sensing her sister’s movement.

“Would you look at that,” Gorou’s father murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Already holding hands.”

“More like already taking responsibility,” The grandmother added tearfully. “Our little Issei’s a big brother now.”

Miki smiled weakly, resting her head back against the pillow as the tears of happiness continued to flow. “He’s protecting them already,” she whispered. “Just look at him…”

Gorou nodded, his hand gently brushing Issei’s hair. “He’ll take good care of them. I can feel it.”

The nurse quietly stepped out, leaving the new family alone in their warm, glowing moment. The twins slept peacefully, their brother still beside them, fingers interlocked in that innocent bond of love.

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