Orihime Inoue looked at the classroom chalkboard, thinking about her future and what was going to become of it. She had been back to her hometown for two months now after being imprisoned in Las Noches.

She stared down at her stomach, even with her wearing the next sized up uniform, it was possible to see the little baby bump. Closing her eyes in desperation she felt a set of eyes on her.

Ichigo Kurosaki was looking at her. He was the only one who knew, since he was there, and he had seen it. Orihime was grateful that he wasn't looking at her in disgust, since she was sure if anyone else had known they would have been.

The bell rang and Orihime quickly got her bag and ran out of the classroom. She hated the fact that her life was becoming a disaster, and that she had to make hospital appointments now. That was where she was going, to have the monster inside her examined.

The doctor had taken her weight and her blood pressure and such. She felt sick and had an unknown disturbing feeling inside her whenever someone knew that this young teenager was pregnant. Just walking down the street she could feel eyes on her, like everyone in the world knows about the sin she had committed. She didn't want to think about the sin. She wasn't even sure why it happened, it just did. She could blame it on her insanity or his beautiful dark eyes that scanned her body without emotion and with the slightest gleam of hunger in his eyes, and the way he ran his hands through her hair and would bring some stands of her sun-kissed hair to his lips and slowly close his eyes.

When she finally reached her small complex apartment Ichigo was they're waiting for her.

"Kurosaki-kun! What are you going here?" she asked.

He looked at her eyes and then at her stomach, she felt the world come crashing down in despair whenever he did that. "I wanted to know if you were sure you don't want my dad to examine you" He replied.

Orihime thought about his offer. On one point she didn't want his father to know that she was pregnant, and if she were constantly over at the Kurosaki house then it would defiantly raise questions from her friends. But… She had felt Ichigo's dad's power before and she knew that he was not an ordinary human, and she also knew that the thing inside her was not ordinary either. She thought back to this evening with the doctor she went to see, she felt like he and his secretary were judging her. "I think I actually would like to see your father… as a patient." She said finally.

Ichigo smiled, and said "I will make an appointment with him for you, and you know Orihime, you can ask for help from me any time you want."

She couldn't believe he smiled; it had been the first time he smiled since he lost his powers. "You've done so much already for me Kurosaki-kun, I could not possibly ask for more."

Ichigo said his goodbyes to her and so did she.

"Woman, its time to eat." the green eyed demon said.

Orihime stared at him; he had pale white skin, longish black messy hair and beautiful green demon-like eyes.

Since the moment she saw him enter the room her heart raced up. She hated the fact it did that, her own body betraying her. It couldn't help it though, Orihime had not been in contact with anyone but him for what felt like weeks.

"Woman, do I need to force the food down your throat?" He ordered, glaring at her in the process. Orihime, enjoyed pain at this point. It was the only thing that she could feel, pain was a form of entertainment for her.

Ulquiorra moved closer to Orihime, backing her into the wall. He then grabbed her by the throat not quite hurting her but making her very uneasy, and stared into her eyes trying to put fear into her.

It didn't work of course. Orihime wanted death. She no longer wanted to live. Ulquirra then released her. Turning his back on her and leaving the room he only said one thing before fully leaving. "I'll grant your wish when Aizen-sama no longer needs you."

I walked down from my apartment unit over to Isshin-san's clinic. I had no idea what to expect but from I remember about the older man was that he had big sense of humor I never understood.

Isshin Kurosaki, was the man to be known as Ichigo's dad. I think the last time I saw him I had a huge jelly cream snack bread in my mouth and white sugar powder all over my face which in my aspect had been a very embarrassing encounter. I'm not usually such a messy eater, I hope he didn't get the impression I don't have manners…

I got to the appointment early and was waiting in the sitting room waiting to be called in. There were lots of magazines and the news program on the T.V was eccentric with bundles of interesting information displaying on the screen but I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything at the moment.

I was thinking about irrelevant things all day with no break and my mind was flushed with memories of him and having to see Ichigo's dad about my pregnancy. It feels terrible and weird that I would allow myself to seen Ichigo's dad considering that I used to have a huge crush on Ichigo and I always felt like Isshin-san secretly knew this.

"OI! Orihime-chan! I'm ready to see you, go inside the cute little pink room! Look it even has bunnies on the wall and there is bee's too! Don't worry its just a picture, of bee's I would never allow real bee's into my clinic because bee's can hurt you and it technically would cause some patients to have allergic reactions which would technically give me more work and business… Just go sit down!" Isshin-san said with a huge grin across his face.

It occurred to me that he was thinking deeply about the bee's part of his rambles and I realized that he might actually be considering allowing bees into his patient's room. I can feel my entire face going red while I walked into the pink girly room. Does he even understand why I am here? I'm not here because I have a small cough I'm here because I'm having a baby!

I began to question myself for the hundredth time today for being here. What was I thinking!

I could feel Isshin-san staring at me now… ugh I think I just made a huge mistake coming here, I better just get this over with.

I walked into the small room that had indeed produced pictures of cute pink bunnies and bees and sat down being certain that this room was certainly used for little girls who had to get there shots and were nervous. I am sure this room would certainly calm them down, but when you're having a monster growing inside of you, nothing can calm you down.

Isshin walked into the room with his clipboard. He was certainly tall and know that I could see him and get a closer look at him I've realized that he was quite muscular. He had dark brown spiky hair and weird looking eyebrows. He also had a bit of a beard… if you can call it that.

"So lets get down to business Orihime-chan!" Isshin-san yelled happily at me.

"AHH Yes Sir!" I blabbered out

"So I see you are Pregnant!"

"Yes!" Oh… so he does know, and he still sent me to this bunny room?

"And the father is unknown!"

"Yes!" Does he think I am perhaps a...? I want to get out of here as quickly as possible, how does this man even know this stuff about me without me telling him. Ichigo must have filled him in… I guess it is only natural but still…

"And you are in love with my son?"

"Yes... uh WHAT!" my checks went blaring red as I stared at Ichigo's father. What kind of doctor is he! This is harassment… I think.

"Know you are most likely thinking what kind of doctor is he!" Isshin-san took my face in his hands and looked me way to close up in the eyes and said, "Well I'm the doctor that wants you to marry my son!"

Speechless… speechless and the room was turning in circles… and everything looked so blurry in that instant. But I think I could make out a carrot chopping a spiky person down. If that makes sense.

The room was cold like always and I looked out my small window to see that outside was the same as always, a bare wasteland with nothing particular to focus on. At 4 pm there was knock on my door as always and a beautiful dark haired man walking towards me as usual.

It felt almost wrong to have an enemy as attractive as him. He had china white skin that was smooth and rough, I guessed since I never attempted to touch him. His hair was as black as a ravens with its messy but fitting look, it looked soft and I wanted but of course ignored the urge to put my hand through his hair. He was so tall, taller than me that if I ever got to idea that I wanted to slap him, because I would never think of kissing those pale perfect lips, I would have to stand on my tippy toes. His eyes, oh his eyes had me going insane. He constantly had an expressionless jaded gaze but if you stared into his emerald green devil eyes you could get lost in them. His features were just plain striking and he had a nice firm jaw. His neck was merely screaming to be kissed and marked, not that I've ever reflection on it and his tense chest muscles were very nicely defined on his lean body. He had biceps that were flawless for his tall length and if I looked any lower I would not be able to forgive myself.

"Why are you staring at me women?" his mouth opened a bit as he spoke and I could see his tongue that desperately wanted to be sucked and better yet it looked like it could give me bliss practically anywhere on my body.

He tilted his head in a way that was surly giving him a nice view of my own body. I had a very big bust, but since coming to this mysterious place it had gotten smaller as well as my waist. I knew that my bum had also gotten smaller but I could see from the angle from where I looked it was very round and attractive.

He looked over at the small table and saw that once again I had not eaten what I was given.

"Women you are testing my temper yet again" he said with his eyebrows pulled together in frustration.

"Then kill me," I giggled.

I barley saw him move and before I knew it he had me on the sofa with my back pressing on it and my chest touching his own. His knee was wedged between my legs while his other leg simply just stayed on the ground. His long slender fingers and long nails almost pierced the skin of my neck as he had his hand wrapped around my neck, not too tight but still gave the threatening message he wished to conceive to me and his other hand had both my wrist locked over my head.

I stared into his deep emerald eyes with my own. He looked at me with emotions of anger, confusion and disgust. It didn't hurt, since my ability to feel had washed away a long time ago.

"Aizen-sama wants to meet with you in thirty minutes, go shower and get dressed" he said as he quickly pushed his body off of mine and was now standing and refusing to look at me.