Disclaimer: Nothing related to Bleach belongs to me. I'm just writing to express my imagination. This is for Dark Little World, who is one of the few people whose reviews in some of my stories made me feel that I'm not neglected.


Running out a store, Momo happily kissed her first paycheck.

She finally got a job since a month. It was small, but it was worth it. She was a cashier in a dress shop, and the manager immediately knew she was pregnant but didn't mind. He taught her how to manage things with the machine and how to talk to people, and now she was no longer incompetent.

Getting a part-time job proved that, and she kissed the check again. But Momo stopped for a moment when she felt vomit rising up her throat, and she had no choice but to puke on the trash can and let people watch with noses wrinkled in disgust.

"Ohhh..." she groaned, wiping some vomit off her lips.

Turning to her right, she saw light blue hair and there was no mistaking it. It was one of her best customers, and most likely the father of the child.

She never cared much about who was the father before, but now, remembering the time when she performed her services for him, there was only one among the million people she slept with who would make her pregnant. But she wasn't sure if she's mad or not towards him. All what she felt right now was pure shock.

"Grimmjow." Seeing her, he waved at her as if nothing bad happen, as if he didn't even see how big her stomach had become, now that she's about to end her second trimester. And the weird thing is, it would be obvious enough for Ulquiorra to know the truth but she had to be grateful that he didn't say anything to trouble both of them.

But it wasn't the subject right now.

"Umm..." Her hesitating voice was enough to stop him from walking, and he approached her with a slight scowl on his face.

"How long has it been..." she asked, her voice sounding far from normal. "Almost six months." he replied, and looked down at her belly when he finally noticed. "You're pregnant? But..."

She shrugged, "That was why I called your name just now. Because..."

"Someone fucked you wrong and messed you up?" She almost got pissed at the words but it wasn't important. Momo didn't know how to say what she had to say in the right way, so she just told her straightforwardly.

"You're the father of this child." She expected a moment of silence for the words to process in his head, but it took only five seconds for him to respond to her words. "Bullshit."

Like a pike going through the heart, she choked from the word that just insulted the baby that was resting deeply in her womb. "What..." He walked away before she could finish her sentence and now she was too hurt to call him again, but she didn't miss that ice cold glare he shot at her.

Momo tried not to cry and just walked back home. She stared not at the road ahead of her but rather at her swollen feet that started to bloat and bloat by each day. It looked horrible to look at, but it wasn't as horrible to the simple but blunt denial that Grimmjow spat at her.


Though he's trying to adjust to the fact that almost no one's talking to him anymore and are not willing to, it's still hard to think of a reason why.

He walked home without the help of transportation and opened the door but again he saw a few mess on the floor. But somehow it was just littered food wrappers and nothing more. There were a lot of them, even the trash cans were full of them.

Hearing munching sounds, he walked in the dining area where Momo consumed every bit of anything that was edible in the ref, and after gobbling on the cake she cried but wiped it off with the skirt part of her dress.

"What happened this time?" he asked, picking up the garbage and shoving it in the plastic bin as she sniffed, wiping her red and puffy nose. "I have something to confess to you, Ulquiorra. But I'm sure you know this already, no matter how much I try to cover it up."

Maybe she was going to tell him now, and he sat on a chair in front of her, his ears ready to absorb any word that she'll say. "What is it you want to tell me?"

"You have to promise me first that you won't laugh at me or think of me as a bitch for this." Her eyes were full of hope, hope that he would still appreciate her and not hate her. He already knew the truth since they met. But he never had any negative opinion of her, so he nodded and she swallowed deeply.

"... I'm pregnant, since six months ago."

"You got raped?" She shook her head. "Not actually." she sighed, rubbing her forehead but he offered her hot water to calm her down. She downed the drink and continued, "When I was still 13, I had a good family, and the normal life. Everything was alright and I had no problem. But when my parents were away for a business trip, their plane crashed down to the sea and I only heard about their demise a few days later. Now I had no choice. I was so shocked, but I knew already then that I still had to provide for myself. I had no close relative to help me pay for school, so I quit and decided to become a..."

"A what?" She almost cried from fear, so she held her hands that it would almost break her bones. "A prostitute." His eyes enlarged and he felt a gasp in his throat that tried coming out his mouth but he stayed quiet.

"For three years, it's the same thing everyday. Sleep with guys, get their pay, and I get to feed myself and stay in a lousy apartment. But after with one customer, I got myself a kid and now here I am. Wandering in the streets, found by you, and trying to keep this a secret until just a few minutes ago."

She drank another glass of water even though it slightly burned her tongue. "You can kick me out now, if you want." she murmured, her head down and she looked at her feet again.

"I won't. I knew since the beginning." She gasped loudly, and tried not to scratch her throat from the anxiety that was eating at her. "You... what?"

"I knew. I'm not stupid, but knowing at your age I thought that you got raped and ran away from your home and I didn't want to impose on you since I could see the troubled look on your face." he said, his eyes turning solemn for the first time in a long, long while.

"You... don't think I'm a stupid slut... even though I..."

"No. I understand your ordeal. And I think..." He paused for a moment and scratched his hair. "I think it should be fair enough to tell you about mine." Momo gasped, her head rising back up like a light seesaw switching places. "That's not..."

Ulquiorra held out a hand, telling her that there was no room to stop him and to just let him speak. "Please." pleaded Ulquiorra, in a tone that had slight emotion in it. She choked when she felt her heart rising up and nodded softly.

"Like you, I had a family and life was alright until they got in an accident but this time it was in a car crash." summarized the albino, his mind replaying that event. "Good enough, I had an older cousin in this town that took me in and raised me until I was 18, and I lived here since but she would still give me my allowance every month and we would get in touch once in a while. I thought that with my friends, I would get by just fine but until recently they started to treat me like an outcast."

He almost laughed at himself for how could it happen, but didn't and just breathed through his nose. "I don't know why, but I guess it just happened and they won't tell me. Sorry if it's not a s tragic as yours."

Her eyes shaking with sympathy, she held his hand and caressed the cold hand with her warm one. "It may be not, but it's still bad. We both lost the people important to us, but at least you didn't live the life I did."

Through the absence of sound that followed, they agreed and felt depressed now that old wounds are reopened but it had to happen some time soon.

"Hey, to get our minds off these..." Momo brought up, her big feet quivering from the unusual cold that formed from the tension in the atmosphere. "Why don't we... go out and have fun... together?"

Blinking a few times, he tilted his head to the side a little. "I wouldn't mind. Now?"

"Sure, now wouldn't hurt. Let's just change." With a short laugh that only his family brought out him, both walked upstairs but went to separate rooms to change their clothes.


A/N: Yahoo! Finally it's done! By the way, I read Bitter Virgin which made me of the plot for this. If you read it, tell me what you think about that manga. :D