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Title: Boku no Midori Ringu(My Green Ring)
Author: FamousAlchemist(Me!)
Rating: PG 13(Might go up on later chapters!)
Pairing(s): Brendon/Ryan Pete/Gabe Brendon/OC
POV:3rd Person,narrative/second
Summary: Life,can be so confusing to only select few. Ryan Ross,just happens to be one of the few. With a marriage that happens to be declining,like most Summer relationships,it leaves him in a(n) akward situation. When he discovers that his lovely husband is cheating on him,what will he do? To win back the love of his husband,and save their marriage?
Disclaimer: Oh,I wish I owned Panic!At the Disco. I would have so much fun,making them gay,having babies, and getting married. None of these band members,are mine. However the band names,labels,and the idea are mine. Please don't steal!
Author Notes: Thanks to the many that has inspired me to write my first P!ATD fanfic. And everybody else that comment,and inspired me to write this great story! Remember to comment,when you read! I would like to thank, seenoconviction , who had taken her time to beta this! The chapter title comes from a Ataru Nakamura song, from her latest single.

"Wha-at do you me-an?" Gabe stuttered. How in the hell did Ryan found out about all of the shit he has done?

Ryan knew that by the way that Gabe was acting. He was pulling down his Cherry Red pregnancy top constantly, to the point where he was starting to get unnerved about it. In his opinion, it looked like Gabe had something to hide. But what could it be?

"I know," Ryan bellowed, "there has been something wrong with you for a while. Hell,I don't even know for sure what's wrong. Do you want to know what I am thinking is the problem, Gabe?" He tried to convey the message that he really wasn't going to harm, him at all.

"What, do you think Ryan? I don't care what you think of me!" Gabe screamed at him, as he continued, "Why should I?" He wasn't going to handle whatever he was pushing onto him. Instead, he was going to push it right back, but two times harder. Payback's a bitch. You heard that, a bitch.

"You been cheating on Pete, with Ruki, from that Japanese band called 'The Gazette'. I wonder what Pete is going to say, when the baby comes out, looking like Ruki, and Asian. Have you forgot that Pete's white," he continued drabbling, "Second, you have been doing drugs,and drinking heavy. Thank kami-sama, that you aren't doing while your pregnant. Third, you been spending Pete's money way too much, by shopping. He doesn't even know that you are taking his money. Haven't you thought that is why he has been so stressed out lately?" he took a big breathe of air.

"What do you want to know?" he freaked out and screamed at Ryan once again,"That I am the biggest slut of all Las Vegas. And that I have every STD in the book,and then more! Ryan,you know I am a good person.." he tried to defend himself when he gotinterruptedd by him.

"I cannot.." he then got interupted by Gabe.

"Please, let me continue. Because good people, don't do things like cheat, or drugs." He was surely trying toconvincee himself, that he really was a good person. It sound like one of those mantras where they tell you, 'You can do it!'. Besides, it sounded really good in his head, at least.

"Gabe, why do you really think you are a good person? When you done the things that I have mention before hand. I just cannot believe, that you are still in denial about yourself." He gently shooked his head, as he said that.

"I am a good person, period. No 'if's,'but's',or 'and's' about that. I don't think I want to go baby shopping with you anymore. You are being so hostile to me, and rude. I'm calling Pete to have him come pick me up, after we get there." Gabe said as a matter of fact. He was sticking to his gun, no matter what.

"I just wish that I had kept my mouth shut in the first place. Then you wouldn't have become such a drama queen. Don't bother Pete, he's most likely having a good time, not worrying about you at all. Besides, he's about to be a father, so his free time will be limited now on."

There was Gabe, sitting there sulking just because Ryan was getting close to the truth. When he decided to lay off the whole preaching matter. Who in this day of age, actually preaches? Not Ryan for sure, isexcatlyy what Gabe had thought. Besides, who said he couldn't have his cake, and eat it too?

- Brendon's Point of View -

A young, handsome man was seen coming from the master bedroom suite, with a look of 'I got laid!' on his face. The man seemed like that he enjoyed the experiences that he hasreceivedd so far. Oh, but at the expense of others, including his dear husband, Ryan's. He couldn't wait, he sighed, until he got hishandss on him. Knowing that he, Brendon, was going to take his virginity away gave him great excitement.

But he would have to wait, because a maid suddenly came to him with something in his hands. He was kind of bewildered,usually the maids didn't come to him unless it was something important.

"Mister Urie, I found this on thesecretary'ss desk when I was cleaning the parlor. I think you should read it, sire." the maid said,in a low voice, with his head down showing that he knew his place in life.

" Give it to me!" he yelled, "Who told you that you could handle important documents?" back handing the maid in the face.

"I’m sorry sir. I thought it was something you want to know about." He hung his head low so he wouldn’t have eye contact with his boss, would cause his plan to be revealed way earlier than he planned.

" Leave, now!" with a furious tone of voice. While doing that his hands made contact with the with the writing desk, which in time caused the servant to gasp, and to leave in a hurry.

His day was far, from being good except when he was with Jade. Who knew, that Jade could work wonders with those fantastic lips of his. Brendon couldn’t wait till his little his housewife, Ryan, would show up. I’m sure, he thought, that he would love to hear about his latest escapades. But something had to be done about his rebellion streak he looks like he gained overnight.

"But how would he squish the rebellion out of him," he asked himself, "Would taking away all of his freedom’s. Brendon,aren’t you the sharp one?"He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself about that last statement. Who wouldn’t?

What if Ryan didn’t respond the way he wanted him to,when he took all these things away from him? How would the outcome be, if it happens like that? He might sound insecure to others, but he thought he was a cautious fellow. Didn’t his father tell him once, about thinking every possible result that might happen if he did something.

He didn’t care about his mother at all,or somewhat his father. But he respected his father, over his mother any day of the week. Besides, Nikki wasn’t even his real mother! His Otou-san thought Nikki would be a good replacement for a mother figure in their life. You could say that Nikki was a trophy spouse, that you could show off at Cocktail parties, and know that he could be the ‘perfect’ hostess.

That was he wanted out of Ryan. Somebody that could be his little ‘drone’, and not be disrespectful to him,or even break the rules! That’s enough about his own life. Besides, he wanted to read the letter Ryan wrote. He had his own suspicions about who he wrote it to. Or was it a mere diversion for one of his many plots, he had in mind?

He started off reading the letter, with    " Dear Miyavi,

 To be saying things are good, is a total misstatement . It is kind of lonely without you,or my friends that made Japan a nice place to be. Ever since I have been in America, my relationship with Brendon has been on egg shells. On the outside, in the public spotlight we might look like the couple of the year."

Immediately,dropping the letter, he exclaimed," What kind of sappy bullshit is this? So Ryan,you want to go back home,ne? The only way your going back home is in a body bag." he said with a smirk across his face when he said the later half.

"It’s time for the waiting part of the game. My favorite, of course." his face went from a smirk to showing a look of enjoyment or pleasure from having toparticpatee in such a game. As he was right now.

How much time you say, Ryan has until he comes home? It could be 30 minutes or up to half a day. When your with Gabe, you could shop until you drop.

○○○ Ryan’s Point of View,part two. ○○○

Ryan got Gabe eventually to agree with what he had in store for him, and his baby. He knew if he didn’t calm down him down, or he would stress himself, or the baby. Which if he didn’t do that, Gabe would go into premature labor. Pete would have him on ashiskabob.e unless he set some things right.

If only his level of patience, would rise instead of his stress level. Heck, if he waspregnantt, he would be the one going into premature labor. Instead of Gabe! He just thought, he shouldn’t be thinking like that, because it might just come true.

Besides, Ryan really didn’t have the best luck that somebody in position in his life should be. Having to be stuck with one of the biggest jack asses in his life, a basket case for a friend, and parent’s that didn’t give a flying fuck about him at all. They were just glad that he was out of their hair, finally after 18 years of being stuck with him, like he was a burden. To society, himself, his family, and Brendon.

"Gabe," he asked Gabe, in a kind of nervous voice, " When we get to the baby store,what do you want to shop for first? " At least that was off of what his top ten list of what he needed to do before the day was over.

"What are the basic gender neutral items,that we could get today? Since we don’t know if the baby is a girl or boy." He said that a bit of anxiety in his voice. Heck, he never had a baby before. Besides, he didn’t want a baby this early in his life. You shouldn’t have to have a baby at age eighteen. He was still a child himself! This was not fair, to himself or the others.

"Well, we could always ask for help, you know. But I think we should just get the basics first, you know diapers, sheets, or we could always decorate the room with a neutral colors." He told Gabe this in a kind of a matter fact of way. Either you take the advice, or you hit the highway.

" But Ryan, I don’t want to ask for help. It’s unfitting of someone of my social class, to ask for help. You know what people will think if they knew Gabe Wentz asked for help!" he huffed out in his current condition, with a look of worry starting to form on his pretty face.

"Gabe, you wearing down my patience faster than I can get it back! Stop worrying that about what people will think of you. What ever happened to the Gabe,I knew? You used to not care about what people thought about you. Please,stop acting like this. If you keep acting like this,you aren’t going to have such a great life. It isn’t good for the baby,or for yourself." He said desperately.

He hated seeing his a friend act like his,it torn his heart to so many pieces. It remind him of himself, so many times,when he had nothing to live for, when he knew he was going to trapped in such a loveless marriage. If he only could turn back time,he would. That sounded so corny, he thought. Something that would have come from a Cher song.

"You know I can’t help draining your patience, my friend. Besides, it’s good to worry about how people see you. It affects my reputation, darling. Why don’t we get what we think the baby needs? If we don’t need it, we can always return it."

" Gabe,what if we can’t return what we don’t need? What will happen next?," he ranted on,to his friend. He was starting to get so mad at Gabe’s antics," This is the thing,I don’t like about you. You don’t think about your future! Who cares about your reputation at the moment. It isn’t going to effect the baby and yourself at the moment. Why don’t you think about others instead of yourself once in a while."

He mentally sighed,it wasn’t only Ryan that was getting frustrated. Wanting to be able to scream,shout,all of his feelings so he wouldn’t be left all alone with his feelings. He most likely wasn’t the only one that hated being left alone,to deal with such feelings. But to feel alone while he had others around him,was something he couldn’t take at all.

" I am not a selfish person,Ryan! Besides,I have my ways of getting things done. You don’t have to worry about it at all. That’s it!" Gabe said while trying to sound sincere and he couldn’t wait to shop.Shoppingg was one of Gabe’s favorite activities. You could get so much,in different colors,sizes,or whatever you wanted! For him,shopping was one of the numerous ways he could get the high that he could when he did drugs.

Sometimes,he wished he was not going to have the baby at all. Damn,he should have followed what his mother said when he first told her he was expecting. She didn’t want him to lose his place in society that took him forever to get. With her help of course!

His mother knew,if her son was popular in the high society,that she would be known as,’the mother of Gabe Wentz’ If his dad was still with his mother,he would certainly frowning or disowning him for being such a gold digger. Nobody in his family would have such a intolerable profession. It didn’t matter that if you’re his own son,or wife. No excuse,what so ever.

He was just so glad that his father has been died for a while. It had given him some relief that he didn’t have to worry about his father’s acceptance of his ‘lifestyle’.

○○○ Back to Brendon’s Point of View. ○○○

Within the darken room of the master bedroom, he satunnoticede by the staff of the household. Silently, making a low clicking noise with his mouth, he grew impatient as time went by. "Oh, Ryan," he muttered under his breath," tick tock, I’m the dock in your clock. Hurry, Hurry, don’t forget to walk the talk."

After reciting some poetry, he wrote himself, he took a sip from the champagne flute.

What kind of champagne, you wonder is in the champagne flute? It is Clos du Mesnil Krug 1995.

○○○ Ryan’s Point Of View○○○

When we finally arrived at the baby store, Babies ‘R’ Us,after David parked the car in the parking lot.

" David, I’ll call, when we need to be picked up,ok?"

As we,got out of the car, I grabbed Gabe’s hand, so he wouldn’t get lost while shopping. While we were walking, I asked Gabe a breathtaking question. " Gabe, isn’t it simple stunning that you are carrying a life inside of you?"

" This baby inside of me is more like a parasite, instead of a gift. I have to eat enough, for two. Which means gaining weight, which I frown upon." Gabe said, wishing that he didn’t have to suffer the side effects of having another person in him.

" Come on,Gabe! Don’t be such a brat. It’s going to be so much fun, you’ll see." Ryan said,with ajoyouss look in his face. He couldn’t wait to shop for his friend’s needs. He wished he could have a child, but not out of need.

"You’re acting like it’s the end of the world! It’s slightlyembarassingg me, so please stop." he begged, he didn’t want to beembarrasseddin frontt of a whole crowd of people in public.

Ryan ignored Gabe, when he spoke out, while he started walking to the front of the store. When they walked through the store’s sliding glass doors,with a amazed look on their face. Who said, that a store could be so huge, and full of people. Turning his head left, he saw the first customer’s service, while trying tomaneuverr Gabe and his way through the pathway of the crowds.

Finally, they had gotten through all the crowds, but Ryan had to let Gabe sit down for a few minutes to catch his breath. He would hate to have Pete after his own rear, for hurting his wife."Are you ok, Gabe? Do you need to have some more time to rest?" he asked him, hoping that he would be able to get up and shop.

"It’s ok, Ryan. We can get started now." Gabe simply stated to him,and he started to sigh. ‘This is going to be a long journey.’ He got up, and immediately Ryan quickly move to stabilize him before he fell.

"Let’s go look for the customer’s service clerk," he quickly told Gabe, "so we can get the basics done first."

When the saw, a young lady that was dressed in a simple kind of attire. A white polo shirt, with tan khakis on that fit her well.

After they got a closer look of her, they found that she had a warm look of welcoming on her face. She reminded Ryan of his grandmother that passed away when he was,but a child. Her hair was done in a bun, kinda in a strict governess way.

He had finally got enough courage to ask the lady for some help.

 " Miss, could you help me and my friend find some gender neutral baby items, that we could get before the baby is born?" when he saw, the name tag of the lady hequicklyy replied, " Sorry, Missess Anderson."

" I think I can help you with what ever your baby’s needs at Babies ‘R’ Us. So do you,mister…," she asked, when Ryan butted in, " Urie, and Wentz."

"So do you,  Mister Wentz, and Urie, want to get started with the basics? First, we need to get diapers."missess Anderson, replied.

They both said yes at the same time, when the question was directed towards them. She gather her list of what basics they need to get while they were there to shop. The list she got at the web site of Babies ‘R’ Us, which had everything that you could possible think of.

"For example; they can come with a breathable outer cover, or you can have self sticking fasteners."

" So guys, what do want?" she asked them. 

Title: Boku no Midori Ringu(My Green Ring)
Author: FamousAlchemist(Me!)
Rating: PG 13(Might go up on later chapters!)
Pairing(s): Brendon/Ryan Pete/Gabe Brendon/OC
POV:3rd Person,narrative/second
Summary: Life,can be so confusing to only select few. Ryan Ross,just happens to be one of the few. With a marriage that happens to be declining,like most Summer relationships,it leaves him in a(n) akward situation. When he discovers that his lovely husband is cheating on him,what will he do? To win back the love of his husband,and save their marriage?
Disclaimer: Oh,I wish I owned Panic!At the Disco. I would have so much fun,making them gay,having babies, and getting married. None of these band members,are mine. However the band names,labels,and the idea are mine. Please don't steal!
Author Notes: Thanks to the many that has inspired me to write my first P!ATD fanfic. I had to switch betas like three times to find the one that would beta this. I want to thank  x-floozy-x!  And everybody else that comment,and inspired me to write this great story!  Remember to comment,when you read! 




"You will be here in five minutes, Eleanor! I expect you to be here in less than that. Please!" Ryan begged. He knew that should not trust others with what he wears. But the whole issue revolves back to Brendon. To Brendon, it was all about himself, his needs first.

 Oh, and if you were lucky, you would come second. Ryan didn't  think he would care for his parents if there wasn't something in it for himself. Hell ,he knew he wouldn't do things for others ; period. He was that selfish. If God saw how selfish Brendon was, he would strike him down 

It was only natural, he was really terrible when it came to English. As soon as class ended, lessons of the day would quickly escape from his mind; Much to the dread ,of his teachers, himself and others.

Wait; was he confusing god with Zeus? ' That's just terrible ' , Ryan thought. Mrs. Jones, his English teacher, would be so frustrated at him. All of his classmates had the Greek Mythology drilled into their head. She had to beat the knowledge into his head.

He fiddled with the Black Silk robe, he had on. The material would suck the comfront,and happiness,out of it while he wore it. While this is going on, Ryan heard knock on the door. Not taking his time,as he usually did he rushed to door quickly.

As he opened up,discovering it was the one and only,Eleanor Kim. It seemed like forever,but she was finally here. When the whole mystical aspect was finally over,he notice what she wore. A White button up 3/4th quarter length shirt,with small Blue flowers. With a light Blue tank top underneath to cordinate with the top. Going down,he saw the straight dark Black pants,with light Blue stripes. It seemed that she knew what she was doing,and last ly she had simple makeup on ,Which brought out her dark Brown eyes,and her light complexion . Who knew that Asians have dark Brown eyes?

"Poor baby." she cooed at him. She immediately went to the huge walk in closet,that you could say was his. Grabbing what ever please her eyes at first. The next step she took ,was going over the obvious choices of clothes that Ryan could wear.

Ryan looked up when he heard the noise the clothes made,when she placed them on the King sized bed. His head immediately perked up when she asked," What about his Ryan?"

What first came to mind, was a 'chav' in highschool. Deciding that he need ed to have some kind of control when it came to what he was going to be dressed in, and how he looked,he declined the offer rather quickly. " If I wear that,I will look like a chav! Take it back,Eleanor!" he pouted.

No way in seven hells he would look like a chav at all. So no polo shirts,or cargo shorts.

" Ok. You are a rather hard customer to dress." she muttered. Afterwards, she knew she had to keep her job. Because if she didn't, who would be there for Ryan? Oh,and the pay is pretty good to .

So from now on, she decided to close her mouth when she needs to from the beginning. Picking from the bunch of clothes, she decided on a sleek pair of tan cargo pants,with a long sleeved Silver button up shirt. When she held up the shirt for him,she asked," What do you think about these?" she at least had time to ponder what type of shoes he should wear.

He took his cue, to look up at what she held out for him. Immediately he was bursting with excitement,he found something that he actually liked for once. Who knew that he was such a easy person to shop for? He didn't.

"You're a genius,Eleanor! What about the shoes I am going to need to wear? You know that I can't go shopping without shoes on. You never know what is on the ground." he exclaimed.

"Oh!" She squeaked ," I had a hard time picking out a pair of shoes that wouldn't take your eyes off of what you are wearing. So,what about these shoes?" picking up a simple pair of Black dress shoes,she held them up for him.

With that he said a simple 'hai' to what she had picked out for him. Grabbing the clothes,and shoes,he tried to ask kindly for her to leave. But apparently these hints,weren't going through her mind.

"Ano,Eleanor would you be so kind as to leave,so I can get dress ed if you don't mind?"

Her face had a kind of embarrassing Red blush, she totally forgot about the part where,'he dresses'. "Um, sorry! Sayonara , Ryan!" she quickly blurted out to him, almost falling while trying to hurry up and leave.

" At least, I am getting out of this hell hole." he said impatiently, with a sigh.

"And that reminds me I need to write Miyavi, a letter. I promised I would when I settled down." with his clothes in his arms, he grabbed a pen with some trouble and wrote a note down.

'Write Miyavi a letter! A.S.A.P.'

He hated getting dressed for any occasion, no matter what was going on. With a quick tug he took off the Silk robe he wore with the ease ,. That a mother would have,when taking care of her children.

Being kind of shy about his body, he put on his pants with a quick movement,zipping them up ,and finally buttoning them . Being half way done,got him excited! " Only half way done until I am ready!"

The hardest thing to do for him was putting on his shoes, while trying not to wrinkle his pants. He had lots of Black socks to wear, when you're rich you have lots of things. Tieing his shoes, he kind of jumped off his bed. It was like he was a little kid in the inside. Who knew being a kid was so much fun.

His childhood rather disappointed him, he was mostly told he couldn' t do this or that. Oh, and if he could have been spared the misery of formal dinners.

The governess that he had while growing up, often told him to brush his teeth before he put on his top. She said, 'it often avoided a mess, so he wouldn't waste time by changing again.' On his part, the best thing to do when brushing his teeth was to make really ridiculous faces. With his left hand he pulled his left eye to make himself look Asian. Or the trick where you use one hand to pull a huge smile on his face.

Three minutes has passed, he tried to delicately spit out the tooth paste. But it ended up making a mess, and not turning out so nice. Grabbing the nearest towel, he wiped that messy face of his. While doing that he grabbed the perfume that was marked 'Heir',and sprayed himself twice.

While picking up coat hanger with the shirt he desired on it ,he slowly made a grab for the shirt. Next,he lifted the shirt,so that he could be able to get it on correctly. One thing was to have it on right,the other was to put it on correctly. Chuckling to himself, he thought he made such a fool of himself, looking like this. You have probably done this before, yourself .

Putting his left arm in, then his right, he finally pulled it down.

Looking at the clock he realized that he 15 minutes until he was to meet Gabe for the baby shower preparations . Ryan knew he had to hurry up, or he wouldn't have time to get started on the letter he promised Miyavi when the time came. Quickly button up his shirt, and then checking it to see if look messy and throw together. Ryan gave himself a rare smile, he was just so happy that he made it under the time limit he set.

Rushing down the many flight of stairs, when he realised that he had less time than he initially had.Out of breath, while trying to take his time, he calls the family's driver on the phone. At first when he calls he doesn't get an answer. It slightly worries him, thinking that the driver, David, was in serious trouble. However, his unvoiced concerns weren't really concerns when David had answered the phone. 

 "Honey buns!? What kind of nickname is that, sugar pie? Who ever said that I was going to have any baby of his? He doesn't have the time of the day to ask, 'how am I doing?'. Everybody knows that he rather spend his time with those damn whores, who know their tricks of their trade, than with a measly virgin like me. By the way, can you come take me to Gabe's, and then to the baby store, please?" pleading, with a kind of mean and at the same time sweet voice. He sound ed so desperate to all the people he spoke to .

" David!", he muttered ,"Where have you been? I been spending my time worrying about, because, you didn't answer the phone!"

A husky voice came out of the receiver that Ryan had in his hand. " Woah, man. Calm down,Ryan. You know worrying about me like that endangers the life of your child. Besides, it was man to man business that needed to be done." having to cough, to break up the silence was slightly unnerving to Ryan, of all people.

"Don't tell me to calm down, David!", he yelled into the Black cordless phone," What baby! Tell me. Why do you think that I will actually have a baby with him, of all people?"

"Calm down, honey buns. Because of all people, Ryan ,you are suppose to have his Baby . I thought that your parents would have beaten that knowledge into your thick head. Oh, and if you do have a baby with him, it will be a rather cute kid. Don't tell Brendon that I said that." that husky voice of David's came out of the phone like a Monkey Majik song.

"You sure change, tofu -kun. From one minute, mean to the next happy go lucky. If I didn't know,I would have said you were pregnant. Maybe, you should learn the tricks of the trade, so you can win back that husband of yours. Yes," he replied happily," I can go pick up Gabe, and you. Just remember, I am going to be several minutes late. So I would have something prepared to do for the spare time."

"Ok, I guess I will be seeing you then. Bye, David." He than quickly hung up the phone when he heard the beep that announced that the other person on the line ended the call.

'Today must not be my day' he thought, 'of all the things.' Ryan remembered that he had to write Miyavi the letter he promised him a while back.

Man, he sighed, this was going to be hard task to do. Explaining to his best friend , that he would never fulfil the clause naturally. Without some kind of help. Grabbing the paper, and finding a Violet inked pen, he got started.

' Dear Miyavi,

To be saying things are good, is a total misstatement . It is kind of lonely without you,or my friends that made Japan a nice place to be. Ever since I have been in America, my relationship with Brendon has been on egg shells. On the outside, in the public spotlight we might look like the couple of the year. But appearances are rather deceitful, if you must know.

How is your life going? Are you still with Aoi? Or have you broken up with him yet? You are pretty lucky, Miya-kun!

We, or rather Brendon, has discovered this new band called Monkey Majik! I highly recommend them if you haven't heard of them in Japan yet. It gives me a really good feeling to actually have input on what bands are signed to the record label. Miya-kun,are you still a unsigned artist?

I remember hearing you talking about his song called,"Girls, be Amibitous',you had written. If so, please consider sending me a demo, and I will show it to Brendon.... We need new material here. Bands from the JE company aren't popular here in America.

Did...'

He started writing, trying to find the best way to explain how his marriage life to Brendon is rather terrible. It isn't everyday that your marriage bed is cold. Within his many thoughts,he heard a knock on the door. So, when he goes to open the door, he discovers it's the driver!

"So,are you ready David?" he asked, when he saw the Angelo-American with the hard features of a man that has had so much go on in his life. Giving a rather short nod, Ryan leaves the letter, not suspecting that Brendon will later find the letter, and actually read it.

At the time, he didn't know that Brendon was a really jealous person. Dusting off the dust, he grabs his wallet, and follows David's lead.

Finding the car, that the driver started up at the gate of the impressive house of his. He gets in, with a small sigh of his. At least, he wasn't in that place! "Do you know where Gabe lives?" he suddenly asks.

" Yeah, doesn't he live at 1599 Garden Avenue? That place that has Paris Hilton next door?" he said with a rather haughty tone of voice. As he continued on," I feel bad for him. Having to live next to Paris Hilton, of all the people."

"Hey!," he shouted, trying to push David for making fun of Gabe," He's my friend. You know there are certain people and things that are off limits to making fun of."

"Mister Ross-Urie, we are finally here at the Wentz residence." he tried to give that air of being a hard working person, so that Gabe wouldn't complain, and get him fired. Getting out of the Mercedes Benz, to go to the door of the Wentz residence.

Knocking at the door, he finally got a answer, in the form of Pete Wentz. He looked good to him most of the time. Maybe, he was stressed out abit, since he was about to become a father.

Becoming a parent does that to you. Pete was casually dressed in the tight Black skinny jeans that he wore all the time. "Hello, Mister Wentz. I am here to pick up Gabe, so that he can go shopping with Mister Ryan Ross-Urie. Would you so kindly please go get him?" he said as he bowed.

" Ok,'' Pete left the room just for a few minutes," Gabe, darling. Ryan is here to get you!"

"It's ok, Pete," a somewhat girly voice came out of no where,"I'll be back at the end of the day.So you can have time go hang out with your buddies. By the way, Ryan and I are going to eat lunch,and then maybe dinner. Bye, love." he quickly kissed him on the mouth, and then hugged him.

He knew he, would have to take it easy. He knew enough Japanese to have simple conversations with Ryan. Maybe since, he was the one to try to help him with his English pronunciation . It was weird to hear, Ryan speak English with a Japanese accent. While the driver helped him inside the car, since being pregnant was a difficult task to behold on your own. It does take two to tango, right?

He was really surprised in the middle of the ride, when Ryan spoke up and asked a question.

" So Gabe-kun, who is the real father of your baby?"

Title: Boku no Midori Ringu(My Green Ring)
Author: FamousAlchemist(Me!)
Rating: PG 13(Might go up on later chapters!)
Pairing(s): Brendon/Ryan Pete/Gabe Brendon/OC
POV:3rd Person,narrative.
Summary: Life,can be so confusing to only select few. Ryan Ross,just happens to be one of the few. With a marriage that happens to be declining,like most Summer relationships,it leaves him in a(n) akward situation. When he discovers that his lovely husband is cheating on him,what will he do? To win back the love of his husband,and save their marriage?
Disclaimer: Oh,I wish I owned Panic!At the Disco. I would have so much fun,making them gay,having babies, and getting married. None of these band members,are mine. However the band names,labels,and the idea are mine. Please don't steal!
Author Notes: Thanks to the many that has inspired me to write my first P!ATD fanfic. This is for a contest that I had planned a while before the contest started @ Mpreg-Slash thanks to, my beta, rawr-bakemono. for helping me!





Do you have something in your life, an action or thought, that you regret till this day? Like most people,Ryan could actually mark the box that contain the answers,'Yes' or 'No'.To most people it would seem that Ryan shouldn't have any regrets at all...However, he did.

He should have thought about certain effects of his decisions before he quickly acted on them.Brushing off his own self criticism, he quietly said, "Maybe I did do the right thing. I just don't know what to think anymore. Whatever happened to the self confident Ryan Urie?"

To him right now was one of those moments where you simply want to bang your head on the wall. But you can not, because: one, Brendon would hear his head banging over the moans of his 'current favorites'. Next, it seemed that where ever he went there would be somebody watching over him. The reason for it might have seemed 'adequate' at the time,but it seems really 'foolish' now.

His dear husband said that since he was quite a 'clumsy' person--or in his term's an 'olf' that he need to watched around the clock so he wouldn't get in some unfortunate 'mishap'. Now after having loads of free time on his hands he came up with a reasonable explanation as in why his 'Brendon' was having him stalked. Oh, he couldn't even call him his anymore! He had always seemed to find more enjoyment in other's than myself.

Sighing loudly, a load full of memories of how they actually met rushed back into Ryan's mind. You might have said it was quite 'romantic' and, at that time, he would have actually agreed with you about that. To him, Brendon was like the guy that every girl or boy could ever want. He had it all, ;but there was some characteristic traits that had showed up slowly over a period of time, after they got married.

When he met Brendon he was a dream come true. Having the qualities that made him blush to this date. Brendon was what you would call possesive, romantic, nice, honest, and ,the best thing of all, he loved Ryan no matter how many 'imperfections' that he had.

One thing was clear, Ryan did not know what he was in for when he married Brendon. But many have said that 'Love can make even the smartest people foolish.'

Even when the tales of Vampires, wizards, and romantic adventures couldn't let him 'escape' long enough to numb the pain. To have your heart broken was one thing. It was another to have it broken while you were married. And knowing that, no matter what, you couldn't get the sweet escaped you craved.

What to be expected of him made even the strongest willed would have a hard time trying to be the perfect 'Stepford House Wife' that was required of him. He wanted to make Brendon proud of him but...he had found it nearly impossible to do so.What ever he did was never 'good enough' for Brendon. To others it seemed that he did that to give him a hard time.

If only he had somebody he could trust, but who could he? If he told one of the other house wives she would eventually tell somebody, and then it would come back to Brendon. No way in hell would he ever do that. He could only imagine what wrath that would waiting for him once Brendon found out.

Even if he did plot his escape, how would he not leave a paper trail? He knew that if he used his bank card to withdraw money it still would be able be traced. Or using his numerous credit cards could also lead a trail straight to Ryan.

He wished that he could make all of his anxiety and restless thoughts disappear, as if there wasn't the slightest clue or feeling like that they actually happened at all. Hearing the clock tick reminded him that he need to go shopping for his best friend's baby shower. He had forgotten that he had told Gabe that he would help him get all the supplies together for the party. Gabe and his husband,Pete Wentz, didn't want to find out if they were going to have a boy or girl until Gabe had given birth to the baby later in December.

"Hello, can I speak to Eleanor Kim please?" he asked in an impatient voice. If only he didn't have to walk through the main building to get Eleanor. Or hear Brendon up to no good as usual.

"Yes, sir. May you please wait a moment while I go and get Missus Kim for you?" the junior maid replied. Oh, she knew who it was by the time they answered 'Hello'. It was the 'lady' of the house, Ryan Ross-Urie. Feeling curious she wondered what he needed to tell Missus Kim about.

"O.K., please hurry! I don't have much time to waste at all." he replied fiercly. Nothing had been going good today since he had woken up late. The cook burning his toast, no coffee,and worst,no peppermints at all. How was he going to survive the day? To his knowledge peppermints made the world go around.

"Sir,everything is going to be o.k. I am about to give the phone to Missus Kim, sir. Have a nice day!" she quietly gave the phone to Missus Kim when she heard a yawn and then a 'Thank you very much' phrase. It was rare to have people that hired you to clean their house treat you with such kindness. Being here was so much better than the other mansions because they all knew that the owners were gay. And that they wouldn't make 'suggestions' to them.

"Is Eleanor Kim here?" replying with a tone in his voice that implied, if she didn't answer quickly,he was going to have a fit. Like in the next 60 seconds or less. She was the only person,near by where he could vent his anger and pain on. If he only he could tell Brendon how he felt.There would be no tomorrow if that happened. A divorce, or better yet, his humilation in being sent back to his high society family in Japan. He would be in so much trouble if he was sent back.

His parent's depended on his marriage to unite the Lokia and the Aoigumi--two of the most competitive music companies in Asia. If you didn't already know Lokia has top artists like 'Sucidal Lolitas','Shalomgumi', 'SMILE -N- GONE' ,and 'Hana ♥ Anata' signed to their label. However, do to the bickering that has gone on between the two major compaies for more than 50 years--having to go to court and get a ruling that completely shocked both of the parties--ordered to get a mediator that is completely impartial to both of the parties.

Apparently, the only thing that the two familes in common had is that they didn't mind if they got rid of their only sons by an arranged marriage. They agreed that they would stop fighting only if Brendon and Ryan would get married and produce four children by the time they reach 30 years of age. To Ryan, he was just glad that he would get away from his ever controlling, overly ambitious parents who seemed that they had nothing better to do than plan out his own life without his say in it.

When he agreed to marry Brendon Urie he committed the biggest mistake in his life. Afterwards, he knew there wasn't much of a chance that he would be able to escape the never ending cycle of what it was to be known to him as,the four seasons. Haru--spring--was their relationship in the beginning, with the hope of change,getting to know each other pretty well, and the romance. When they had so much fun and partied somewhat, but like so many natsu--summer--relationships they decline slowly. When aki--autumn--happens the feelings of love start to cool down,and become chilly. That ushers in the dreadful fuyu--winter-- season,when you are supposed to have a good time with your family.

If you asked Ryan,'What his favorite season?' He would have said,'haru' ,before he got shipped of to America. But now he would have said 'fuyu'. It seemed to fit the mood of his relationship,of how the bitterness of having a one-sided marriage, then having to come to America where he was a stranger to the customs and language. When his parents tried to get him to go to English

Second Language classes, it was just shrugged off. Because then he thought he would never need to speak English. Besides, he likes his native language the best. It is how he can only fully express his feelings without any trouble at all.

What was so different in English than his native Japanese is. One, there is no letter 'L'in the alphabet, so they use letter 'R' instead. The second would be that, in English, you don't say 'desu','desu ka',and 'yo' to end sentences. Ryan struggled to get used to not having to say 'period' after a sentence or 'question'.

When your husband is in the record label business,you can get the best English Second Language teacher and a Japanese to English translator,money can buy.Well, Ryan knew that he wouldn't starve or be homeless as long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't object to what Brendon asked of him, giving a hundred precent of his efforts to be the best 'house wife' that anyone could ask. When he proved himself worthy to his mother and mother-in-law they stopped hassling him about his duties that he as a 'house wife' must do. He only wished they would stop bugging him on when he would have his first child.

He was somewhat glad that Brendon would never take his virginity away from him. It was one thing that he wanted to give to the special somebody in his life when it came to the right time. Besides, if he did have sex with Brendon he wouldn't be the guy that would hug and often cuddle with you afterwards. Oh, he had heard the rumors about Brendon not treating his 'lovers' right. If you didn't do what he agreed to or he wanted you to do you wouldn't go unscathed.

Being locked up most the time,did nothing to swell his restlessness when it came to discover this country that they had moved to. The only time had company was either when there was a meeting, family, or one of his teachers. Brendon only wanted the best from who he 'owned'. Being compared to property made him feel so much better. While laying down on the lounge sofa,he started to get drowse,he heard a voice through the phone he had laid down.

" Ryan! Are you there? Did you just hang up on me?" a high pitched voice started to come out of the phone.

" Hello, Eleanor! I need some advice on what to wear so could you please come to my room? The ocassion is that I am going shopping with a friend to get things for his baby. Just make sure the outfit is super conservative but stylish, because if it isn't you are going to hear a mouthful of rude curse words from Brendon." he hated having to get permission and the only reason he has Eleanor is that Brendon wanted a stylist with a conservative tastefor Ryan. He didn't want his property to look like 'meat on sale',according to Brendon.

"Yeah, sure. I will be there in a few minutes. Don't worry! I will make you into the sleeping beauty of Japan, Ryan." she replied, Oh, she could remember when she dressed him up like a stripper. Even though she got chewed out by Brendon she didn't care. You only live once,according to herself. So you might as well have fun while you can.

" Eleanor! " he whined,oh he could remember the embarassment he had gone through. She had forced him to wear a stripper's outfit--made for men--for Halloween. He was in so much trouble when Brendon found out. He silently wished that bruises on his wrists and arms would go away quickly.

If only he could... escape.