A/N- Umm...Well I uhh...Ive been really lazy, and sleeping on my free time instead of catering to my fics. So very sorry. But I cant come up with anything else. I dont have kids, or a husband-or a boyfriend? And I dont have many friends..Im pretty damn boring. So sorry my dear reviewers.
Chapter Thirteen
Ichigo sighed as he continued his walk to squad four barracks. He forgot how good it felt to be alive agian. Hes been dead for so long he almost forgot he was even human at some point. Blowing a spikey orange hair out his face he frowned. He was suppose to be back in the soul society a day ago, but instead he went to go vist Tatsuki and Chad.
He massaged his jaw as he passed squad five barracks. Ichigo was injured, after all he had told Tatsuki his wife was pregnant. He expected Tatsuki to punch him. He really did, but what surprised him was when her boyfriend-his best friend- followed up on the attack. He went through seven walls. Ichigo had only stopped by to brief them of Orihimes current condition. The tomboy had leaped over the table spilling his hot tea in his lap before attempting to punch him. He block her lethal fist and turned to ask Chad for help when the giant mexican's knuckles promptly met his face.
Tch, some friend.
The orange haired male did not expect the shaggey haired man to actually hit him. A hard stare and a few painful words...but not physical damage. Ichigo went through seven walls, and his friend wasnt even using his spirt energy. It hurt. Almost as much as Tatsukis follow up. She had asked him how far along Orihime was. He shrugged and next thing he knew he was flying out the window of their apartment going through two trees before landing agianst a sturdy boulder.
"Damn."
He had took a beating alright, but he knew it was fine. He deserved it from someone. Since according to Tatsuki, Orihime couldnt give him what was coming to him. Just when he had thought he'd taken enough beatings Uryu showed up at the Urahara shop demanding answers to Orihimes condition. The quincy had kicked him...But, Ichigo grinned, the tooth pick didnt have it in him because he didnt go flying. The kick had just bruised his muscle a bit. It still didnt take the fact that he had got hit agian. But damn...the look on Uryus face when he told him his wife was pregnant was priceless.
Ichigo fingered the green braclet in his pocket. Urahara only briefed him on the purpose of the thing. And he was a little wry about putting it on his wife, because after all these years he still didnt trust Urahara. Or his damn offspring. Yukiko was too...too wierd for him to comprehend. She had glared him, full of hate and absolute loathing when her father handed him the bracelet. As if the bracelet was something precious to her. But he didnt say anything mearly nodded before leaving the old shed.
And then their was that red-head. Jinta. The kid shivered in absoulte fear when Ichigo was around him. Or staring at him. It was so strange. He could remember that the kid was always bugging him, and prancing around with a ridiculous out fit brave and proud. What the hell happed to him?
Ichigo kicked a rock. 'Maybe he grew up.' He thought. Nodding to himself he cut a corner. Orihimes squad was coming into view. Two squad members stood outside the entrance. Upon closer look he could see Hantarou and a short female with bright lime green hair. They didnt seem to notice hes presense as of yet.
He could already picture his wifes face. Probably hurt and pained about his abrute absense, but he was back. And he would take responsibilty as the childs- no,thier daughters father. He was ready. He would protect his daughter and his wife from anything and everything because he loved them. This was his job and his passion, protect those who are precious to him.
"Uh...Ah! Captain Kurosaki-san! I d-didnt see you there. It erm...its awfully late to be visting, ne?"
Ichigo blinked. He didnt relize he was so close to the gate already. Brown eyes scanned the surroundings. It was beautiful. Small ponds everywhere, bright colored flowers covering the area, around the house and in the large field. Cherry blossom trees blew around in the soft wind, some landing by his feet. Orihime had out done herself yet agian it would seem. He almost forgot how muched she loved flowers.
"Where is Orihime?"
"W-well shes..shes."
"Captain Inoue is asleep. Anyone outside of squad four are forbidden from entering this facilty."
Cold blue daggers glared at Ichigo , butt he didnt miss a beat.
"Im here to see my wife."
"I will not repeat my self Captain Kurosaki."
Ichigo nodded over to Hantarou.
"Who the hell is this?"
"Shes erm...the new Captain of relief squad twelve."
Ichigo studied her for a moment. She didnt even know him. Why was she so damn hostile? He sighed, maybe he should turn around and head to squad eleven. Maybe catch a few drinks with Ikkaku and Yumichicka. It wasnt too late. All he had to do was about face then put one foot infront of the other...
"Ichigo-kun."
Said man flinched. Surely that wasnt his Orihime? Why did she sound like that? So broken..hurt...and stressed. Brown eyes slowly looked up. She was barefoot, and her feet looked swollen and red. Her small legs crossed infront of her cutley, and his eyes narrowed slightly at her lack of clothing. Her thighs were bare. And she wore a thin pale pink night gown. She was leaning agianst the door one small hand cupping her now large belly. His eyes widdened at how big she had gotten.
If Ichigo were a lesser man he would turn to the small patch of turnips and throw up on the spot. Her beautiful angelic face was pale. Paler then a ghost, and her eyes looked back at him blankely, her baeutiful red hair had gotten even longer. It hung around her making her look like almost like a river fairy.
"Orihime."
He walked towards her, and Hantarou sttod aside as the female flinched fingering her sword. He payed them no mind as he walked towards his broken wife. Tears welled up in her eyes but she didnt cry.
Tsk
Tsk
Tsk
His feet vrunched under the gravel and finally came to a stop infront of her. She looked up at him, her eyes dead except for the small flicker of hope in her grey orbs. Right now...He just wanted to hug her to him and tell him how terribly sorry he was. But she looked as if she would fall apart where she stood. So instead he brushed a long red strand behind her ear whispering into her ear for only her to hear.
"Im sorry."
Orihime didnt know if there could be so much pain, regret, and stress in someones voice. And she wanted to tell him sorry didnt cut it. She wasnted to slap him and punch him in his chest till he couldnt speak. She wanted to scream so he could hear all the pain he put her through. She wanted to say she didnt forgive him...but she just couldnt. She couldnt, and she knew she couldnt from the moment he entered the seritei. She felt weak and small standing infront of him , and she knew it shouldnt be like that. She should feel like his equal. But that wasnt the caseat all.
"I.." she cleared her throat. "Im...Im" Oh no, she couldnt cry here. She would start yelling and screaming and maybe even...curse. Grimmjow was the only man beside Ichigo that heard her swear before and...she didnt want her husband to think she was a bad person. She was good...right?
Grey eyes blinked as Ichigo seemed to disapeer from infront of her, it was only then that she noticed he was kneeling infront of her round belly. Cupping the side with his large hands. His long tanned fingers splayed across her stomach as if holding the babys face. His hands felt warm, and powerfull. Looking up she noticed that Hantarou and Kumiko seemed to have disapeered, maybe noting that this was a private moment.
"Hey there." Orihime swallowed. No she will not cry here. Ichigo stared at her round tummy so tenderly. "You know your daddys little girl right? I cant wait to see you. Your going to so beautiful, just like your mom." A small smile broke out on her face as he looked up at her and winked. "Your going to have your mother beautiful grey eyes. And ," He laughed, "Hopefully you'll have black hair like your old grandfather." They both laughed, and it felt good to laugh. She hadnt laughed like this in so long. She needed this so badly.
"But I guess it would be nice to see you with hair like your mothers too. My crazy orange spikes wont do you any good. They'll only give you a bunch of unwanted attention. But if anyone even thinks about picking on you about your hair just tell me. I swear ill beat their asses six feet under."
"Ichi!"
"Oh yea...sorry. Butts. Ill beat thier butts six feet under."
Ichigo sighed.
"What im trying to say is. I love you and your mother so much. I swear ill do everything in my power to keep you both safe and happy. I won't ever let anything happen to you both."
She tried, but she guess she could just blame in on the crazy hormones later. But her she was crying, trying to rub her eyes and failing miserably becasue Ichigo was kneeling infront of her. And it...it touched her heart. "Ichigo -kun." She hiccuped. Oh, these tears were bad. Her husband stood from his kneeling postion, wrapping his arms around her pullingher into a hug. And she grabbed onto his uniform pressing her face agianst his shirt. Staining it with her tears.
He rubbed his cheek agianst his her hair. Kissing the crown of her head. This apology was not a solution to all his wrong doings over the last month, but it was a damn good place to start. He would have to show her how sorry he was by staying by her side. Riding out the pregnancy through thick and thin, because he loved this woman in his arms more then anything in the world and he would be damned if he lost her because of something so stupid like his pride.
Right now he didnt care about why she hid the pregnancy from him, and he didnt want to question her etheir. Right now he just wanted to hold her, kiss her, love her and their child, and just cherish his family forever.
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Soi Fon frowned as she sat across the brown haired man. Her suspious gaze met bored choclate orbs. She rolled her eyes as she stared over at Mayuri who was running blood tests and working his sharp fingers over the key board. Head Captian had issued a test on Aizen. Testing his urine, blood, and semen.
She understood the need for that, but why was she here? Mayuri could take care of this problem herself surely. She had paper work to attend to, and didnt have time to waste sitting here with the crazy scientist. But Head Captian had order her here too.
It would seem as if Orihime was being labled a liar, and honsetly she was starting to believe it too. It was ridiculous. How dare she come barging in the meeting late at that, bleeding profusley and then point fingers at her. She made sure Aizen was on watch twenty-four seven. She would be damned if the Beauty of the Seritie came busting in sprouting nonsense.
But it unerved her. Why would Head Captian order her to go to jail, if this test came out negative? Espically with Orihimes condition? Was that allowed? Sending a pregnant woman to prision? She shrugged thinking. If Head Captian issued an arrest it was her duty to find and imprision said person. Could she do that to loving captian? Yes. Did she want to? Well...No. Despite what most people thought she was not heartless. She actually liked Orihime to some point, and she really didnt want to arrest the poor woman. But orders were orders.
Mayuri nodded before typing something in. This seemed to catch her attention. "What is it?" She asked half hoping for it to be negative, and half hoping it to be positive. Mayuri stared at her for a long moment. And her eyebrow twitched. "Well?" Silence...and more silence. Soi Fons fingers twitched on the hilt of her zonpakto. Mayuri was annoying. And if it werent for his skills and knowledge he would be dead by now. He shut the lap top abrutly, and the stealth force captian took notice of the slight jump Aizen made.
"Soi Fon. It would seem that this may take up to a week."
Palms slammed onto the white table as Aizen mearly shut his eyes. "What do you mean a week?! We need an answer now!"
Mayuri cocked his head to the side.
"Relax my dear, but proceedures such as this take time."
"What the hell am I suppose to tell Head Captian?"
Walking to the door Mayuri yawned looking back at her boredly. "Nothing." He answered simply, and Soi Fons jaw slacked as he slipped out the room and shut the door with a small click. Aizen looked up at her smirking, but said nothing. Taking a deep breath Soi Fon grabbed Aizens shackled hands leading him back to his cell.
Soi Fon didnt want to. She really didnt want to, but she would have to go pay a vist to Urahara. And...She blushed. Yoruichi, and Yoruichis beautiful daughter.
Yukiko.
A/N- Ahh Thanks for the reviews. Reading them actually made me write this chapter. They really motivate me more then you think.
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