MASKED CHILDREN A Mpreg fic.
Chapter 1 A/N: this is mpreg, don't like don't read. If your going to bitch or flame, I really don't care. Some people go for it some don't and you don't need to shit on what other people like. So jog on and read something else if this isn't your cup of tea.
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Szayel's only current hope was that the bath his fraccion had made for him was very nice and hot. Otherwise he was at a loss for what he was supposed to be doing. Friday was tomorrow, and then it would be Saturday. What the hell was he going to do? Would he be able to keep his rank as eighth espada for the next nine or ten months? And that was just it! He didn't know the first thing about human pregnancy or babies or anything! He took a deep breath, slowing down his pace. If he kept up like this he was going to break a blood vessel.
But nevertheless, this was all too fast, a little notice would have been nice. Any possible ending he could think of seemed to end in him unhappy.
He reached his room, throwing the clipboard onto the floor next to his boots and began to strip as he headed for his bath.
He slid a leg in, testing the temperature carefully. It was moderately warm, he normally liked it as close to boiling point as possible. But it would have to do. He slid the rest of his body in, barely disturbing the water. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
Szayel wondered if he could drown himself quickly and just avoid the whole thing all together.
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This had to be the most nervous he had ever been. He sat in the empty lobby outside the surgical wing. Most hollow had enhancement surgeries here, rarely were actually treated for broken bones or cuts and bruises unless they were Espada, others were considered disposable and left to suffer.
Szayel held his knees to stop them from shaking, he hadn't slept at all and dark rings lined his eyes, he was hungry and empty except for the little water he could have and was overall scared to death. He had monitored a lot of surgeries here, but had never been in this position; one where he was sitting in this chair, waiting to be cut open. He wasn't normally so afraid of blood and guts, but now he could feel his pulse in every part of his body and more sick then he had ever been.
Deep calm breaths. Deep calm breaths.
"Mr. Grantz"
His heart skipped a beat as a nurse came out to fetch him
"We're ready for you."
He rose carefully, standing on his shaky feet.
"Are you ready?" she asked politely, giving him a warm smile. Szayel couldn't return it, if he opened his mouth he felt like he might wretch or scream.
Deep calm breaths.
The operating room was painful to look at. Szayel undressed and put on his hospital gown folding his clothes carefully on setting them on the floor. He sat, shivering in the cool room until the surgeons came in.
"Please lie down on the table Mr. Grantz." The tallest surgeon instructed. Szayel obeyed, laying flat atop the cold hard table, covered with the dismally pitiful white sheet.
"We're going to begin now," He started, readjusting the golve on his hand. "We'll be giving you a strong anesthetic so you shouldn't feel a thing. This is a new surgery and we aren't sure what might happen, but you have our word we'll try our best."
Szayel didn't respond, just stared carefully at the celing. The prospect of dying in this procedure was more then he could hope for. He swallowed, hard.
"Just take deep breaths," The surgeon said, attaching the anesthetic mask. Szayel took a few breaths in and felt instantly better, his tense body relaxing. His head felt much heavier, but clearer as well. His eyes flickered slightly, he knew he wouldn't feel this good again for a long time, but he didn't care.
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Szayel woke when some part of himself was sick of hearing the hum of the flourescent light above him. His eyelids flickered opened, burning from the light of the room and the pain he was feeling in his stomach. He turned over, groaning and biting down hard. He lay breathing hard and closing his eyes tight.
Where had the nice part gone? The part where he couldn't feel anything. The anesthetic had worn off and he felt very sick again. He needed food or something to make him feel less empty and naseous.
He opened his eyes again, blinking to try and adjust to the light. He found an IV attached to his hand and giving him some clear liquid.
He scooted up a little bit, lying on top of the pillows so he was in a sitting position. He opened up the gown, baring his new cut, stitched carefully shut.
Great.
He ran his hand over the area carefully, It was definately painful, he doubted he could stand up unsupported. So he had ovaries now or something? He wasn't even sure what he had inside him now. He was most likely more girl then boy. At least internally.
Goddammit this was insane.
Even in Szayel's pained state, he could feel Aizen's reiatsu coming toward him. He quickly shut his gown and lay back to feign sleep. He didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, especially the man who had put him in this situation.
The door opened carefully, and Aizen walked in. Nobody else was with him, putting him on edge slightly.
"Good morning Szayel," Aizen said pleasently. Szayel flicked his eyes open, he could never bullshit Aizen. But he didn't respond other then looking at him.
"I've got breakfast coming for you, and some medication." He sighed, sitting down in a chair close to his bed. "Tonight you'll be getting a checkup to see if your new organs are responding, then if they are we'll try insemination."
Szayel closed his eyes, he felt so pressured, he was tired and hurting and hungry and there would be more to come tonight. Everyone was so considerate.
"Please Aizen-sama" Szayel murmered. "May I ask a question?"
Aizen nodded sincerely.
"Please, I must ask, why am I the one undergoing this process?"
Aizen looked fairly surprised, Szayel instantly regretted asking.
"I thought It was obvious," Aizen answered. "You're a scientist, you can appreciate what I'm doing here, you are an Espada and meant to serve Hueco Mundo. Whats best for Hueco Mundo is the welfare and evolution of its hollow. You are helping Hueco Mundo in doing this."
Szayel nodded, still unconvinced. Sacrificing his body for something that might not work seemed very, careless...
"For the insemination," Szayel began "Whose... sperm is it... going to..."
"My own." Aizen replied with a smile. "Its altered a little so there can be a possibility of a girl, with two males there is a guarenteed boy, but the altered sperm may be able to make a girl so we can breed more hollow mixes in a more 'natural' environment."
Szayel looked surprised, at least Aizen wasn't a hypocrite with all this 'helping Hueco Mundo' bullshit.
There was a knock at the door and a nurse came in, holding a tray.
"Pardon my interruption Aizen-sama." She said politely "But I have Mr. Grantz's food."
Aizen stood up, letting the nurse take over and put the tray on his lap.
"Make sure you take your medication and eat up." Aizen said, exiting the room gracefully.
Szayel lay back, he really didn't feel like eating despite how hungry he was. He had quite a few pills in front of him as well.
"Nurse," Szayel asked quietly "What are these for?"
"Oh," she thought carefully. "Theres two there for your pain, one to stop the body from rejecting your organs, oh, and three for estrogen."
Estrogen... Perfect. No doubt to stimulate his new insides. But would they really be ready to support a life by the end of the day? Szayel felt that such a switch from male hormones to female would drive him insane. He took the glass of water and downed it with the pills reluctantly. If this highly reprehensible perversion of science worked, he would be pregnant by the next day, which he actually would like. Once it was over with, he wouldn't have to repeat the process over and over again. He wouldn't have to stay in the hospital. If it had to be done, it was best he got it over with quickly.
Szayel didn't like pancakes very much, but ate the damn things off the breakfast tray so he might feel a little less sick. And it did help, he ate the pancakes, bacon, and hashbrowns, then set the tray aside so he could sleep. He could feel the pain killers taking effect and his stomach felt blissfully light and tingly. He wanted to put his regular clothes back on because the overwhelming softness of the hospital gown felt absurd. He would be woken up in a couple hours to take more medication and more hormones, but he any time he had could be used for sleeping, or moreover, not thinking.
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"Mr. Grantz,"
Szayel woke again. Rolling over to get more pills, but a doctor, not a nurse was in his room, watching him carefully.
"Wake up Mr. Grantz, It's time for your examination."
Szayel groaned and tried to sit up, the light his enemy once again.
"Oh my, You've got some Chloasma."
"Klo-what?" Szayel sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"It's Cloasma, women normally get it when they undergo hormonal changes, most commonly, during pregnancy."
Szayel blinked, then saw the mirror on the far wall of the room, his eyes widened at the brown discoloration on his face.
"Probably a side effect of the excessive amounts of esterogen." The doctor said, sitting down beside him. "Its alright, it'll go away."
"But why hasn't my voice changed or anything?" Szayel asked, tracing the blotchy brown skin, "And aren't I supposed to get tits or something?"
"There still is a level of testosterone in your body, we altered the estrogen to only work on certain parts of your insides. Would you like a high pitched voice?"
Szayel frowned, he already hated this sarcastic asshole. He didn't want any of this. He didn't say anything, merely rubbing his marred face and waiting for the doctor to begin.
"Examination and Insemination then," The medic said. "I'll be your doctor today, Doctor Martinez." He grinned in a near sadistic fashion. "Please take off your gown."
Szayel sat up and slid the IV out of his hand so he could take off the gown without getting the sleeve tangled. He was releaved to find the only brown mark was on his face, but he got goosebumps almost instantly at being naked and cold in front of the doctor.
"Please lay down and spread your legs,"
Szayel obeyed, moving the pillows away so he could lie flat.
The procedure was instantly uncomfortable and Szayel gasped, feeling Martinez's gloved fingers moving around without any consent. Szayel didn't know what he was looking for or how long it would take, but he lay back as far as he could and gritted his teeth. It only got worse when Martinez found an area that his body liked and he hated.
"Good," Martinez murmered. "Theres a new entryway through your anus that leads to your new organs and it seems to be responding to me. I'm confident we can impregnate you now."
Szayel moved his head up to see Martinez, his gloved hand red with blood. Szayel gasped and closed his legs instinctively.
"Don't worry, Your organs are still fairly new and aren't used to being poked. Its perfectly normal." Martinez said reassuringly. Szayel looked murderous. Normal was not the word for it.
"Well then, since you're physically ready," The doctor scooted over to the countertop and pulled out a vial of white liquid. Aizen's seed. Szayel felt very sick. "I guess we can start then."
He loaded the vial into an odd instrument, like a syringe without the pointed tip.
"Please spread your legs again."
Szayel whimpered a little, it was pathetic. This was the point of no return.
"Please cooperate Mr. Grantz,"
Szayel gave in, opening his legs submissively. He closed his eyes tight. Only opening them when he felt a sudden rush inside him, very cold and eerie.
After a few seconds, it was all over. Martinez withdrew the instrument and wiped the excess away. Szayel just lay, limp and lifeless.
"I'll have a nurse send down some medication and dinner for you, then you'll feel as right as rain again."
Szayel nodded and Martinez left.
He lay for many minutes without a thought in his head. Feeling a painful dull burning in his stomach from his surgery and a weird touched feeling from where Martinez had been working.
Was he pregnant?
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be feeling anything. He didn't feel happy, or sad, or full of life. He just felt very weak. But wasn't it possible he wasn't pregnant as well? Humans didn't get pregnant all the time they had sex. Didn't some sort of cycle happen and it had to be on a certain day?
He didn't understand anything about human babies. He would really need to start reading up on the matter.
He groaned at the idea of going up clothing sizes, something that hadn't occured to him until now. He was going to look like a freak carrying a child. He had a perfect thin physique...
I'm not going to get all nasty and fat, Szayel thought to himself. I'm not going to eat more then usual, I'll just starve myself.
Something told him, it didn't work like that. But at the moment it didn't really matter. He was just thinking of sleeping again, when a nurse knocked at the door, bringing in food and pills.
"You'll be released tomorrow and in two weeks we'll check and see if your going to be a mother!"
Szayel looked at her with wide disgusted eyes, she didn't see, but set the tray down with the pills and left.
Szayel ate, he had a feeling the sudden rush of anger was a mood swing, which only pissed him off more.
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Quick chapter just to add on to the prologue, I hate just leaving the prologue like a chapter.
If I got any pregnancy facts screwed up, don't bust an artery. Its just fanfic...
Overall, I've got some really nice reviews. I used notepad for this because it was a big file and was giving me server bullshit when I was trying to upload it, I don't think it screwed it up bad, but just in case...
If you like it, review it. muhaha.
KISHIRE!