MASKED CHILDREN A Mpreg fic.

Chapter 3

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 had very little to hope for as the days wore on. He had started reading the pregnancy book he had gotten and upon reading that gestation would take nine months, he began to cry. A horrid effect of his new hormones.

Szayel cried almost everyday, he had been beaten down, from a womanly man to a manly woman and was he constantly depressed. He used to wake in the early morning, making coffee and prepare for the day, now he woke sometime between eleven and noon, and wasn't allowed caffeine. He would rise groggily to make a large lunch and showered. He often ate about half the meal, not because he was full, but because he couldn't bring himself to eat anymore. He knew better then to prepare less because he knew he still only eat half.

If he felt tired he would nap, but if he felt useless and annoyed, he would cry for however long it took for him to stop or fall asleep.

He would then wake up around evening time, he then ate if he felt hungry, or took a short walk. Whatever it took to keep himself busy until nightfall.

Szayel didn't mind sleeping so much, he didn't feel pain when he slept, didn't have to think much at all, and it passed the time better then anything. He hated waking up most, because he had problems getting back to sleep, he would have to wait several more hours of boredom before he could rest again. Sometimes he just lay in bed, feigning sleep in the hope that he might actually doze off.

He was following most of Martinez's instructions, he took his vitamins everyday and got more then enough rest. After the first few weeks though, he had the unpleasant surprise of examining himself in the bathroom mirror. While he had promised himself he wouldn't gain any weight by stuffing himself, he had forgotten that you could also get fat from not moving at all day after day. But in Szayel's current state of apathy, all he could do was cry and continue to sleep. In his fit of anger he set his bathroom scale under the sink and didn't eat for the entire day. But it only made him feel more miserable as he felt shaky and diminished.

It didn't help that he could feel the chest in most of his shirts tightening up, his nipples were becoming very chafed and sore and when he was alone at home, he didn't wear a shirt because of how uncomfortable they had become.

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"Come on Szayel, I know you can do better,"

Szayel gave Martinez a disgusting look, not bothering to give off any fake smiles anymore. It was his second meeting after he had found out he was pregnant, needless to say, Martinez was losing patience with him.

He was eating less and less until he was eating maybe half a meal a day. He hadn't told Martinez flat out how much he was eating or how he was passing his time, knowing he would probably get yelled at. He had lost the little bit of weight he had gained and his face looked hollow and pale. He had slowly become anorexic as the days passed, coupled with his fear of becoming fat and because he had started puking every morning. His excuse was he couldn't keep anything down anyway, so eating was useless. He tried his usual method of sleeping, but as he stopped eating healthy proportions, he could only twist and turn.

Martinez gave him a scowl in return and Szayel dropped his gaze.

"You're below your weight before the operation, and you're clearly unwell."

Szayel didn't say a word, merely looked at the floor, sitting on the examination table, fidgeting in the thin hospital gown.

"You've left me no choice," Martinez breathed. All of his snappy egotistical attitude vanished, "You'll be getting some supervision so you can take care of yourself."

Szayel stared.

"No."

"You don't understand what the hell you're doing to yourself." Martinez tried looking him in the eye "I'll be damned if your going to destroy what's inside you!"

"But you can't-

"I can't what?"

Szayel felt a headache coming on, he rubbed his eyes carefully.

"You don't know how to take care of yourself at all!" Martinez sighed frustratedly. "You're getting a midwife until you get healthy."

Szayel couldn't find words to express himself, but looked at him like a whiny child.

"What food do you have in your room?"

Szayel didn't look at him but merely mumbled something too quiet to hear.

"Beg your pardon?"

"Nothing, really."

Martinez took a deep breath, willing himself not to shout.

"Go to your room, take some vitamins, I'll send someone down."

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Szayel waited paitently for the mysterious midwife to show up, he felt terrible and wanted to curl up and rest until the person came, his stomach was growling loudly, but he didn't have the energy to get up again. He felt like crying, which would be the third time that day. Once after he woke up early, and once before going to get examined.

It was pathetic, Szayel knew it, but he wasn't sure how to stop it. He had become mentally sick trying to attempt this on his own. He really did have a problem.

He drew the couch blanket to his chest and slept until he was awoken sharply with a shake.

"Mmhm?"

"I tried knocking but when nobody answered I let myself in."

Szayel, ran a hand through his pink locks and blinked, trying to wake up.

"You're..."

"My name is Apache."

"Aren't you in Halibel's fraccion?" Szayel muttered, getting up slowly.

"Yeah, but Martinez requested a midwife for you a couple weeks ago in the event you needed one, and Halibel reccomended me."

Szayel looked around, feeling instantly shameful for his dirty unkempt home he hadn't bothered to tidy up in his lethargic state. Apache didn't seem to care however, he got the impression her environment wasn't much cleaner.

"So you're like some helper for me or something?" Szayel asked, moving over so she could sit down, he curled the blanket around himself, feeling cold without it.

"Ya, a midwife." Apache said sarcastically. "I'll help you out, but I'm supposed to stop you from being such a skinny freak about this."

Skinny freak? Szayel thought, annoyed.

"Here," Apache handed him a brownie from a box in her hands. "Eat it,"

Szayel took it cautiously. His stomach growled loudly, but Szayel felt sick looking at it. It looked nasty and fattening and overly sweet. Apache watching him.

"Put the brownie in your fucking mouth."

Szayel stared at her, his hand moving automatically to his mouth. It tasted heavenly.

"And that's why I'm here, none of this anorexia shit is going to happen. You look like a corpse."

"Thdu not." Szayel mumbled through a mouthful of brownie.

"The hell you don't, your going to get a little round, big fucking deal. You're an espada! you don't think you can loose weight?"

Szayel stared, he didn't think she was a great midwife, but she was perfect for him. It was exactly what he needed to hear whether he knew it or not.

"I made these brownies too," Apache said, taking one out for herself and biting into it, "They're really good and I don't want to be the only one eating them, because I'm not fat."

"I never said-"

"Ur thinkin' it."

"I wasn't!"

"Shuttup,"

She handed him another brownie, which he was now obliged to take. He couldn't argue though, they did taste very good and they felt really nice going down. Apache seemed to be seemingly without manners, slipping off her boots and proping her bare feet up onto the coffee table. Szayel wasn't a clean freak, but he hoped he could give her some pointers on ettiquette in return for getting him to eat again. Maybe teach her to put her heels on a coaster.

"I feel gross, I'm going to go shower." She said, bored after a few minutes.

"What?" Szayel turned around, confused. "In here?"

"Yeah here, duh." She snorted. "I'll just be gone for a bit, there's three more brownies in that box, eat them all."

She grabbed one of her own bags she had left at the door, probably filled with toiletries, then left for the bathroom like she owned the place.

Well, Szayel thought, at least I have some company now. Even if she was weird. He felt a little grateful that he had a midwife now, maybe it was the obvious fact he was too sick and needed help, or just the company in general. But he actually felt something other then depression, which was good.

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Three brownies and ten minutes later, Szayel had gone around the room and made a quick tidying up job of the room, he folded the blankets and rearranged the boots and shoes at the door. The place looked good and he felt genuinely happy, he stretched animatedly and picked up the pregnancy book to read.

Eight Weeks... The baby is 2.5 cm long...Arms and Legs are formed...Weighs about 0.04 oz...

Still, Szayel didn't feel any different. He was skinnier then ever and the only way he knew he was pregnant was the fact every part of his body was sensative and he would be puking in the morning.

Szayel wasn't complaining though, the longer he looked normal, the better he felt.

"Watcha reading."

Szayel jumped. Not expecting Apache out so fast.

"Pregnancy book, huh?"

"Uh, yeah." Szayel murmered, "I just thought I'd read up a little bit."

"Mmm." Apache didn't look too interested, her hair was still a little wet so she was trying to dry it with her hands.

"Hungry?"

"Not really, four brownies fills me up just fine-"

"I'll make dinner then."

"Didn't you-"

"I heard you, I just don't care."

Szayel frowned. Apache ruffled his hair childishly. It was hard to believe she was just a fraccion, and yet Szayel was being babied.

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Da da da.

Another chapter done. I'm just in a writing mood. No this will not be Apache/Szayel or any pairing. I kinda brought her in last minute (and it shows)

I haven't got any MPREG IS FOR FREAKS reviews yet. Thanks for refraining...?

Kishire!