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Bathroom

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The healer sighed, her heart heavy as she stared hard at the small, white stick in her hand. Her tiny hand trembled as she looked at the positive marking on the device, causing a sob to escape her.

Knock knock knock.

Gray eyes snapping up to the door, she heard the low, gentle voice of her husband cooing her to come out.

"Hime, can I come in? You've been in there for over an hour."

'Oh Ichigo…' She tonelessly thought, tears clinging at her lashes. "Y-Yes…" She choked, doing her best to hold back her sobs. The gold handle on the white door turned slowly, the hinges squeaking as her husband of three years entered the bathroom with caution.

"Is everything alright?" Ichigo asked in a concerned tone, his amber eyes burning with worry. Giving him a watery smile, Orihime nodded.

"I-I'm fine…" She replied, keeping quiet as she feared her voice would fail her if she grew louder. The shinigami made his way to his wife's side, wanting to hold her close to comfort, as she perched herself on the edge of the tub. He cocked an eyebrow as to what the trinket was in her hands.

"What's that?"

Remaining silent, Orihime bit her bottom lip and shakily handed the stick to him, her fingers visibly trembling. He looked at it in confusion, taking many moments to realize what it was, and what it meant.

Ichigo looked back up to the healer who was clearly afraid of her husband's response.

"Y-You're… pregnant?" He asked her, almost in a whisper. Again, she nodded, and she averted her eyes to the floor, almost feeling ashamed.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ichigo…" Orihime sobbed softly, folding her arms under her generous chest and hugging her body tightly, her small fingers turning pale from gripping her shirt so hard. "I-I know you wanted it to be j-just us for a while, b-but-" Ichigo cut her off with a surprise hug. Gray eyes grew wide as his lean fingers traveled up and down her back. A soft chuckle was heard from her shoulder, as Ichigo had buried his face into the crook of her neck.

"You're apologizing for carrying my child, Hime?" He lightly scoffed to her, placing a tender kiss on her neck. "Don't be… It's a wonderful thing." He spoke breathlessly and in awe. Orihime swallowed hard as she eventually allowed her frozen arms to hug him back.

"I-Ichigo… I love you…" she choked out, her digits now gripping the fabric of his shirt. "I love you so much…" The healer whispered, unknowing if she was trying to reassure him, or herself. Ichigo pulled away from their embrace to take her face in his hands, cupping her cheeks. He gave her a small smile, slowly getting closer to her.

"And I love you…" he replied back, his hot breath fanning over her lips, before giving her a kiss. It was slow and affectionate, but Orihime could tell from the exchange that he was truly happy about the news. She detected some worry, but all expecting parents were to feel that way.

Ichigo kissed her tenderly again, before placing a light kiss on her cheek. Orihime grabbed onto his wrist, her thumb stroking his skin a bit.

"U-um… C-Can I have a moment to clean up a bit? The tears and all…"

Ichigo responded with another brief smile and a peck on the forehead, before exiting the bathroom to leave her alone, as she requested.

Standing up from her spot, knees still weak, Orihime eventually made her way to the mirror to assess the 'damage'. Her eyes were swollen from so much crying, and her lips appeared to be somewhat bruised. Bringing up fingers to her mouth, her eyebrows dropped. 'Was that from him just now, or… that other time?'

"Hey there, Queenie," a dark sinister voice rang through the small bathroom sending a shiver down the healer's back. Orihime didn't need to turn around to see who it was. She could see him from the reflection of the mirror.

"What do you want?" She quietly scoffed, doing her best to put up a mental wall between the two. She wouldn't give in. Not again.

"Don't sound so excited to see me," he replied again, sharp golden eyes with black sclera glaring back at her through the mirror. "I'm here to check up on our kid."

"It's not yours," Orihime spat, bringing her eyes down to the floor. She wouldn't look at him. "It's Ichigo's." A muscular arm snaked around her waist and the other crossing in front of her shoulders. His hands had a tight grip on her frail form.

"You know damn well it isn't his."

"It is-"

"I'm part of him, and I know, see, remember all his experiences. It's not his," the body behind her purred, forcing her to stay in one spot. Eventually he shifted his arm, and began to draw lazy circles on her lower abdomen. "Oh, and you'd better not tell him."

Feeling defeated Orihime let her head roll back and his shoulders acted as her pillow. "I… I wasn't planning on it. H-He'd be so hurt…"

"Aw, Hime-chan's so brave. Too bad he'd get hurt anyways. Not like I give a flying fuck about King's feelings," his hollow replied sharply, his hand soon slipping the button of her skirt undone. "What do you say we try for a twin?" His sick voice sent shudders down her spine, not in a good way. Orihime's eyes narrowed and her lips set into a grim line.

"Go to hell…"

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart," he grinned almost maniacally, the sound of the zipper echoing through the bathroom, her skirt soon falling to the floor. A gasp escaped her lips and the hollow used one hand to cover her mouth. To silence any and all screams he knew would be coming.

"I am hell."

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prompt two from nagi.