~ This Life Of Mine
GrimmIchi/AizIchi Mpreg
Summary – In this world, certain children aged 6-15 can be slaves. In this case, Ichigo is the one slave we follow. Follow Ichigo's rough life, till the end. GrimmIchi, maybe AizIchi in some parts. Maybe lemons, and M-Preg later on.
*Italics are Ichigo's thoughts, or thing that happened before the current time*
Regular is talk and such.
Chapter 4 – Escape
~X~
I laid there, helpless. My body was cold, goosebumps covered me as if I had chicken-pox. My mind, was hazy, as if I had been asleep for a long time. Then the over-powering thought washed over me like a huge tidal wave crashing into a gulf.
I had just killed someone.
~X~
I sat there, in that cold hospital room with only two things in mind –
I need to find a way out of here.
and the one thing I knew I would regret for all eternity
I have to kill my baby.
This one last thought in my mind, surely every new expectant mother would never think such a thing in their life. But what choice do I have? I have a crazy master- no I wont call him that anymore. I have that damn Aizen on my tail waiting for this baby to be born, which he of course never will; and then the fact that I am only 15, and Aizen was right. I have no clue how to take care of a baby.
Sure I had seen Aizen's wife Momo-san take care of their two children, (who of which I never had the permission to talk to) and I knew that you had to hold them when they were young, and to discipline them when needed. But I didn't know how to change a diaper, or to determine which cry was for which thing, or how I would even breastfeed them, because last time I checked I am obviously not a girl.
So the obvious thing to do was to kill the baby.
The question was where, and how.
I thouroughly scanned the room for possible ways for escape, and spotted the most obvious of them.
The door and a window.
I of course wasent stupid enough to just waltz out the door and not expect to see either a nurse or Aizen anywhere.
But I just wasent gonna jump out a window.
That's when I laid my eyes on a small grill-looking thing, white and square, just above my head.
An air-duct.
I thinned my eyes, thinking 'You know, that just might work.' Then I countered myself back with another thought – 'But where does it lead to?'
I quickly moved that thought aside, and began to plan my escape.
I didn't have anything to bring with me, I didn't know where this air duct went to, and I have no idea where I would go as soon as I reached the outside world.
Some plan that was.
'Oh well, let's just see what happens. Anywhere is better than here.' I thought. And with that, I finally put my "plan" to action. I shakily stood up on top of the small bed, gripping onto the wall backing the bed. I reached one hand to the air-duct, and stopped short in my tracks.
It was screwed into the ceiling.
"Damnit." I cursed out, not even caring if anyone heard me. I scanned the room once more, this time in desperate need of a screwdriver or tool of some sort. I sighed when my eyes found nothing.
'Well, a man's best tool is his hands right?' I thought, taking a long gulp. I shakily gripped onto the first of the four screws, and started twisting with all my strength. And suprisingly, the screw slowly began to come loose.
The thing was, my hand was burning like hell.
I groaned, every time I took another twist, it seemed like a layer of the skin of my fingers was slowly being peeled off, slowly revealing pink flesh and the blood underneath.
But still, I kept twisting that damn screw until it finally came loose and fell to the small bed with a bounce.
I yanked my hand back to observe the damage. I almost gasped out loud when I saw the state of it.
It seemed that the feeling I had been feeling; that as if my fingertip's skin was being peeled off, was actually what happened to my poor dear fingers. About a few layers of my precious tan skin was peeled of, revealing a more pinker state of skin, and a new layer of veins and blood was seeping through, finally coming to light.
I gulped, holding back a small whimper. I quickly manned up and scanned the room yet again, this time in search for bandaids to bring along for the trip, cuz if my fingers looked like this now, then only god knows how they will look when I finally finish the 4th screw.
My eyes finally laid on a small clear ceramic jar containing the long rectangular bandages that I had been searching for. I ever so softly manuevered my way down off the bed and to the small jar making sure no one saw me through the small window ever-so conviently placed right next to it.
I snatched the jar not even bothering to only pick out just a few and took it back with me to the bed until a small though ran through my mind – 'Maybe I should bring a few more things for my trip?'
A counter thought striked back – 'Yes but what?'
I slowly turned back to the large table of where which the container holding the bandages recently called home, and once again took a long scan of it.
Cotton swabs, gauze, alcohol, syringes, and tape 'tape?' containers littered the table, leaving no more space to place anything else on filled it.
I took the tape, gauze and alcohol, as they seemed like what one would need should a horrible wound injure this one person.
I gathered my four jars and quickly searched the room yet again, this time for a bag of some sort to carry all of my supplies with me. I just wasent gonna carry all these jars like this!
I finally spotted a plastic bag sticking a corner out of a wooden cabinet just above the large table, no more clear from all the stuff I had taken.
I placed the jars on the table , careful not to make any noise, and yanked the cabinet door open.
The bag already was the home of some objects, but that didn't stand in my way at all. I grabbed the bag and peered inside to look at its contents.
Many boxes of pills of all sorts filled the bag. Pain-killers, to be more precise. 'Well these can come in handy.' I thought with a smirk. 'These would have been more useful during Aizen's long rants.' I let out a little laugh.
I emptied the bag until only two containers of painkillers inhabited the bag. 'That should be enough.' I then placed the rest of the painkillers into the cabinet and took all my jars and placed them into the bag.
Finally, I was all set for my "journey."
I quickly walked back to my small bed, jumped up on top, and went back to work with those damn screws. My fingers had gotten used to not unscrewing these screws anymore, but now that I started back up again, they stung even more than before.
The second one added a little more damage, but not yet drawing blood.
Then came around the 3rd one. I was about halfway done with it, when I felt a trickle of blood all the way down to my sleeve. My eyes widened half their size when I felt it.
I stopped my work to examine the damage. My eyes got even bigger, if that was any possible.
Now all of my skin was gone. Instead there was very red flesh, that stung every time I touched it. I felt a tear creeping through my eyes, but I held it back.
Then the lingering thought I had half-thought of – 'How the hell am I gonna get through with the 4th one?'
My inner thoughts laughed. 'I have another hand don't I?'
I lowered my bleeding hand down to my side, wiping away the dripping blood onto my hospital gown.
I quickly finished my work with my other hand, letting the last screw fall to the bed with a sigh.
Finally, it's over.
Now, time to take my leave.
I took one last glance at the door, as if Aizen were standing there, and flipped the bird. With a smirk, I pulled myself up into the duct with bag in hand, and no location in mind.
~X~
The first thing I thought as I finally secured myself into the duct was – 'It was so damn cold in here.' But, despite that, I gathered my wits, and trudged on. That had been about 10 minutes ago, when I started my crawling trek.
It was then that I had realized I had left not even a note for Aizen to know what happened to me. 'Oh well.. he doesn't deserve to know anyway.'
This was the last thought I had thought to myself since now. Right now, I was thinking – 'Where the hell am I?'
I had only seen one other air duct in my passage, and that was about a few minutes ago, right above a lounge of some sort. Thank goodness no one had been in there, so I quickly crawled right over it.
Now I had no clue where I was, and if I had been traveling in circles at all.
My thoughts stopped short when I spotted another air duct up ahead, shining light into my dark passageway. I crawled a bit more faster, hoping this air duct had an exit.
I reached the duct, hoping no one looked as I peered down below.
A small patient's room was down below. A child of about 6 inhabited the bed, which instead of being to small for me, seemed to be too big for him. He seemed to be sleeping, but instead of slow calming breaths, he had short and very loud breaths, as if he couldn't breathe. He had a long IV attached to his arm, leading to the IV fluids, perched right next to his bed. No one else seemed to be in the room, not even a relative of some sort.
He must be like me…a slave. With no one but his owner and his owner's family to look after him.
I felt a small pang of guilt for the little boy, knowing that, I was just like him. At his age, I was taken from my family.
I wonder if he knows about his actual family.
It was then that I realized, I had been crying. I wiped away the tears, with my bloody hand. I even managed to wash away the blood, along with my tears.
I finally decided, this is where I could finally take my escape, and leave this hospital for good.
But then I realized, 'How can I get out when I cant reach the screws?'
I thought for a bit until I decided, 'I guess I will have to punch this thing down.'
I braced myself, and hit it with all I had.
The duct fell to the ground with a loud clang, leaving my ears ringing. I noticed the boy jerk up and start to breath abnormally. He put his small hand over his mouth, which oddly calmed his breathing down.
He looked around the room, as if on search for the loud clang noise. As he searched, I jumped out of the duct and towards the window. As I was about to yank it open, I heard a small but audible "Wait!"
I turned, and realized it was the little boy who said that. He took a small gulp and said in a small voice "Who are you?"
I gave a little smile to calm his nerves which were surely acting up. "I am a patient like you. My name is Ichigo. I have to leave." I was surprised on how small my voice sounded, much like the boy's voice.
The boy smiled back, a little toothy grin. He is missing one of his front teeth..
"But why do you have to leave Ee-chigo?"
I smiled again at how he pronounced my name. "I have to leave because my master abuses me, and I don't want that anymore."
The little boy then looked worried. "You have a master too? My master is scary too, but I don't know if I can leave yet."
I smiled once again at the boy. "Once you get older, hopefully you can leave like I am right now. I hope everything goes well for you little boy. But right now I have to leave." I gave him a little wave.
As I turned I heard another "Wait!" I turned yet again. The little boy gave his little toothy grin before saying "My name is Tatsuya! I hope you have fun in the outside Ee-chigo! And I hope we meet again!"
I gave my most softest smile, before I opened the window, and fled from the room.
~X~
The outside was a lot different from what I expected. There were no fields, and people actually walked around. There were a lot less more trees, and lots more buildings. And what puzzled me the most, is that people rode in some weird contraptions that seemed like you had to do nothing at all, and yet they moved!
The world sure is weird.
I walked away from the building, with my bag in my bloody hand and no idea where to go.
It was then that I spotted a man about my age, maybe even older, sitting right next to the door of the building, and wearing a hospital gown like me. He sat in the shadows, as if he were escaping too. I walked towards him, hoping maybe he could help me on where to go.
When I was about 10 feet away from him, I finally noticed his features. He had very weird hair, that was not only shaped weirdly, it was blue! He had small tattoos under his eyes, they looked like they were green. And he had lots of muscles, which I was oddly attracted to.
Maybe he is foreign?
He had his head turned to the side, so he probably didn't know I was approaching him.
I calmly took another step, and almost comically stepped on a twig. His head whipped around so fast I worried if he pulled a muscle.
He squinted his eyes, making them very small. "Who the hell are you?" he said in a surprisingly gruff voice, that I found attracting.
I was taken aback by the question and said in my small voice, going even smaller, "My name is Ichigo..I noticed you were wearing a hospital gown like me, so I was gonna ask you if you were escaping or not…"
He barked out a surprisingly loud laugh. "Well Ichigo, you are right! I am in fact escaping this hell hole, trying to escape my master. But, I injured myself in the process, so that's why I am sitting down. And here we are." He said with a smirk.
I widened my eyes at the word – "injured" "Oh! I'm escaping my master too..and I have bandages, if you..you know wanna bandage u-" my voice had been getting lower and lower and finally stopped as Grimmjow all of a sudden stood up and kiss me full on the lips.
My eyes widened to the fullest, he even made me blush! I pushed him away with half of strength (as I didn't want to hurt him anymore) and started to stutter.
"W-wha..what the hell was that for?" I let my voice raise high.
Grimmjow only smirked. "It was a tradition in my biological family to kiss someone you just met on the cheek. But I think you are really cute, so I kissed ya on the lips. Problem?"
I blushed hard enough that I felt it. It was then that I actually processed what he had just said. "W-wait, you remember your biological family?"
His smirk lowered a bit, before he finally said, "Yeah..I do." He took a deep breath, before he continued on.
"I was 10 when I was taken from my family. The parent I lost was my father. I was too young when he died, so I don't remember anything about him. So I grew up, with my mother, as an only child, happy as could be. Till the day those damn slave sellers found out I had a parent deceased, and they took me away. I remember my mother crying…I can only remember her face, it has been to long to remember her voice." He looked at me, as if he knew what my next question was gonna be.
"I am 17 right now." I blushed again. He is older than me…
His smirk returned to his face. "Alrighty Ichigo, tell me some stuff about you now."
I widened my eyes, but quickly obliged.
"W-well, I was 6 when I was taken away from my family. I am not sure which parent I lost, I was too young to remember that. My master is a b**** and I absolutely hate him. I am- er, was not allowed to talk to his wife and his 2 children, so I never really had anyone to talk to. My master constantly raped me, until he impregnanted me. I am pregnant now." I finished with a sigh.
Grimmjow's smirk had left his face, and instead his face had a sort of puzzled/thinking look. The next question he asked I had already knew the answer for. "Do you want to keep the baby?"
I sighed again. "No. I don't want anything to do with my master."
Grimmjow's smirk returned. "Well I think I know someone who can help us."
TO BE CONTINUED
Gabby : *faints* I never intended for this chapter to be sooooo long X[ oh well, not really a problem XD I hope yall like and please review!
Grimmjow : About time I appeared.
Gabby : *glares* Would you have rather not appeared at all?
Grimmjow : No ma'am…I-I'm sorry
Gabby : Haha good! Now that that is out of the way, please R & R people! I spent a lot of time on this chapter!
Ichigo : Bye everyone ! :D
Gabby and Grimmjow : Hey where did you come from?
