Chapter 7
:::Week One:::
Ichigo sat in the doctor's office, his eyes staring at the floor as he thought over his decision. He wanted to terminate them. He would move to America afterwards, far away from these people here.
Far away from Renji and Grimmjow.
"Ichigo Kurosaki?" Ichigo looked up, getting up and walking towards the lady. She took his weight and height, Ichigo having only gained two pounds. He was led into a room, told to put on a near see through dress. It felt like paper, Ichigo taking off everything and putting it on.
The lady came back in, taking his blood pressure and checking his heart rate. Ichigo sighed softly as she did her work, her eyes giving him a smile while her lips remained still.
"So, why are you here?" She asked, picking up a clipboard. Ichigo looked down to the ground, twisting his fingers. He took in a deep breath, releasing it shakily.
"An abortion." The lady looked up to him in shock. Ichigo had come here secretly on his own accord, a bag already packed in the car. He was prepared to leave after this, with or without Shinji's permission.
"We're you raped?" The lady asked, keeping her professional attitude. Ichigo nodded silently, the lady not saying anything as she wrote it down on the clipboard.
"The doctor will be with you shortly." She left with that, Ichigo laying back on the examination table. He took in a shaky breath, wondering if this was a good idea. He shook that thought away.
This was the only way he could be normal again.
After a while the door opened, Ichigo sitting up and looking to the doctor who walked in. The doctor gave him a smile before looking back to the clipboard, placing it down on the counter. He sat down on a stool with wheels, Ichigo sitting up when he stopped at his feet.
"So Ichigo, do you know how an abortion works?" The doctor asked. Ichigo nodded, having watched a video about it secretly on Shinji's laptop. The doctor nodded, getting up from the stool and asking him to lie back down. Ichigo did as told, the doctor gently pressing against his stomach.
Ichigo just wanted them out, his eyes averted as the doctor felt for his kittens. The doctor hummed, sitting back on the stool and rolling away.
"Since you're a neko, it might take a while," he told him, Ichigo trying hard to drown out the voice that demanded he keep them. His inner instincts were telling him to stop, but Ichigo's human like mind wouldn't listen. Ichigo wiped away a stray tear when the doctor wasn't looking, sniffling softly.
"It's getting cold outside, isn't it?" The doctor asked, Ichigo nodding as he looked out the window. Winter was coming any day now he remembered. He was led to another room, which had the equipment for his abortion, a mask put over his mouth as he was attached to a few different machines.
Ichigo felt sudden fear as he looked around him, hearing his heart beat in his ears. He shifted on the examination table, scared of the machines, the people. He felt his stomach twist, his hand twitching as he thought of what he would do after this. He felt a hand touch his stomach, Ichigo wanting to jump off the table.
Could he really do this?
Could he really not even give these kids a chance at life?
Ichigo tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself he was forced into carrying them. They were Grimmjow's. The man did this to him and Ichigo didn't have to have them. He could just make them disappear.
'Stop.'
Ichigo closed his eyes, a stray tear falling down his temple. The doctor had replaced his coat with scrubs, Ichigo shaking his head as he tried to stay. He heard the machine and bolted up, the doctor looking to him in confusion.
Ichigo undid himself from the machines and took off the mask, running out of the room. He went to the other one, putting back on his clothes. He ran out of the clinic, going over to the car and getting inside. He slammed his hand against the wheel, laying his head down with a small sob.
Why?
Why couldn't he do it?
Ichigo sat back, wiping away his tears. He took in a deep breath, releasing it with a sob. He turned on the car, pulling out of the clinic parkway. He drove towards the airport, stopping in the parking garage. He took in a deep breath, calming his nerves.
If he couldn't get rid of them, he would give them a better life than this one.
He got out of the car, grabbing his bag and taking out his plane ticket. He leaned back against the car, looking to the parking garage ceiling. He sighed softly, hoping to the gods this was a good idea.
"Ichigo?" Ichigo froze at the sound of Shinji's voice, holding on tighter to his plane ticket. He didn't dare respond, picking up his bag and looking to Shinji who stood alone in the parking garage.
"How did you find me?" Ichigo whispered, Shinji stopping where he was. Ichigo was glad he did, because he was sure he would bolt if he came any closer.
"Your like my twin Ichigo, I know everything about you." Ichigo snorted softly, Shinji sighing softly.
"So you're leaving?" He asked, Ichigo nodding once. Shinji took a step back, looking to the ground silently.
"I couldn't get rid of them," Ichigo told him softly, Shinji looking up to him with a frown. Ichigo looked down to his bag, tightening his hand around the satchel.
"I was right there, prepared to make them disappear. But… I couldn't." Ichigo shivered from the coldness of the garage, fixing his hand holding the bag. Shinji walked over to him slowly, grabbing his bag. Ichigo let him take it, his eyes downcast. Shinji touched Ichigo's shoulder, the neko looking to his friend with solemn eyes.
"Come home," Shinji whispered, Ichigo nodding. Shinji took the car Ichigo drove in, bringing him back to the shrine. Ichigo didn't look to anybody as he went to his room, locking the shoji. He pulled out his futon, lying down with a small thud. He tried to ignore the nausea that creeped up into his throat, rolling over onto his side. At least he tried.
Ichigo wouldn't eat after that. He didn't want to move, didn't want to talk. Shinji brought him food but he never opened the shoji. His stomach growled, but he knew nothing would stay down.
After two days of this, Ichigo heard someone knock on his shoji. Night had already fallen, Ichigo wiping his eyes as he tried to wake himself up. He looked to his shoji, but he couldn't see a silhouette. He grunted, getting up and walking over.
He unlocked the shoji, jumping back when it was slammed open. His tail became rigid as he held his chest, Grimmjow standing in the doorway with a plate of food. Ichigo frowned, his tail becoming loose and swaying softly behind him.
"I'm not hungry," he told him, Grimmjow walking in and closing the shoji behind him.
"Your gonna eat anyway." Ichigo sighed as he sat down on his futon, Grimmjow placing the plate down in front of him. Ichigo's stomach growled, but he wasn't hungry.
"Eat." Ichigo picked up his chopsticks, breaking them before picking up his bowl of rice. He looked to Grimmjow who sat down in front of him, his eyes demanding he eat. Ichigo brought the bowl to his lips, eating some rice. He wanted to cry in relief at the taste of food, but his stomach turned painfully.
He ate all of his food slowly, putting down his chopsticks. He put a hand to his mouth, trying hard to hold back his urge to vomit. It slowly subsided, Ichigo taking in a deep breath before looking back to Grimmjow.
"Did Shinji tell you?" He asked, Grimmjow nodding. Ichigo laid down on his futon, facing away from Grimmjow. Silence stretched for a while, Ichigo pulling his blanket up to his shoulders.
"I wanted to get rid of them. But I couldn't." He heard the rustle of Grimmjow's clothes, blinking in confusion when he was gently turned onto his back. Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow, not wanting his stupid attitude right now.
"Is having my kids that bad?" Grimmjow asked him almost defensively, Ichigo looking to Grimmjow with a frown.
"You knocked me up with no consent to it," Ichigo told him bluntly, Grimmjow slamming his fist down next to his head. Ichigo couldn't even be scared, pushing Grimmjow back and sitting up.
"What do you want me to say Grimm?" Ichigo yelled, Grimmjow's eyes screaming anger. Ichigo knew he was suspecting him to just lie over and have his kids, but it was not that easy.
"I only have eight fucking weeks till these things come! I'm fucking going crazy over it and you don't care!" Grimmjow wanted to say so many things at that moment, and a lot of them included violence.
"Their my fucking kids! I didn't knock you up for fun you little shit!" Grimmjow yelled back, Ichigo raising a fist to punch him. Grimmjow tackled him down, Ichigo struggling beneath him with a yell of anger. Grimmjow pinned down his hands after a well aimed punch, Ichigo trying hard to get himself free.
"Get off me!"" Ichigo yelled, Grimmjow sitting on his legs and forcing him to be still.
"Shut up!" Grimmjow yelled back, Ichigo panting when he stopped struggling.
Grimmjow leaned down and kissed him. Ichigo bit his bottom lip, Grimmjow digging his claws into his wrist. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss with a moan, licking Grimmjow's bleeding bottom lip. He kissed Ichigo's neck and shoulders, turning them over so Ichigo was on top of him. Ichigo grabbed onto his hair, pulling the blue strands hard as he kissed Grimmjow ferociously.
Ichigo rose up, taking off his shirt. Grimmjow turned them over, rising up and pulling off Ichigo's pants with one swift motion. Ichigo sat up, pulling Grimmjow over his body. Grimmjow reached a hand down and pushed down his own pants, kicking them off. Ichigo moaned at the feeling of his body against his own, Grimmjow pulling off his shirt quickly before kissing a trail down Ichigo's body.
The neko delved a hand into Grimmjow's hair, his lips parting in pleasure when his tongue slipped past his member and balls, jolting when he licked his hole. Grimmjow raised his hips up, Ichigo not sure if he liked being rimmed. Grimmjow's tongue slid in, Ichigo was surprised he actually liked it.
He was used to pain, but this feeling was unique in its own way. Grimmjow stayed down there longer than Ichigo thought he would be, gurgling moans escaping his throat as Grimmjow took care of him in a different type of way. When Grimmjow finally pulled up Ichigo was rock hard, his cheeks red with arousal and slight humiliation. He liked it though.
Grimmjow lined himself up, Ichigo wrapping his legs around his waist. Grimmjow looked down, pushing in slowly. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck, taking his kiss with a moan. He was expecting it to taste like shit, but there was no real taste. Ichigo pulled away when Grimmjow grinded against him, his lips parting in ecstasy.
Grimmjow kissed his neck, Ichigo hissing softly as he sucked hard to leave hickies. Ichigo clawed his back when he moved hard and slow, torturing him. Ichigo pushed his hips down, Grimmjow groaning deeply in pleasure. Ichigo pushed down again, Grimmjow grabbing a hip as he placed an elbow on the floor. Grimmjow moved faster, Ichigo moving with him as he strived to give Grimmjow pleasure.
Ichigo let go of his neck and reached his hands towards Grimmjow's ass, pulling him harder against him. Grimmjow tilted his thrust, Ichigo throwing his head back with a cry of pleasure. Grimmjow froze against him suddenly, his entire body shaking when Ichigo squeezed around him.
Ichigo ran a hand down his back, feeling sweat forming on his skin. He loosened himself up, Grimmjow shaking against him. Ichigo kissed his cheek, pushing himself down against Grimmjow's member.
"Are you gonna cum?" He whispered in his ear, Grimmjow growling as he placed both elbows on the ground. He thrusted into Ichigo roughly, Ichigo gasping in pleasure when he pressed into his prostate. Ichigo reached between their bodies, stroking himself fast.
Grimmjow kissed him deeply, Ichigo groaning as he came into his hand. Grimmjow came when Ichigo squeezed him again, groaning loudly against his cheek. Grimmjow rolled over and fell onto the floor, both of them panting heavily. Ichigo closed his eyes, rolling over and pressing himself against Grimmjow's side.
"I hate you,' he whispered, Grimmjow grunting. Ichigo took in a deep breath, releasing it with a sigh. He started to fall asleep when he felt a hand slide down his back.
"I didn't say we were done yet."