You're Having a What? Part 2
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!!!!
Part two of my first mpreg fic! Please do review! 8D
Staring out at the clouded sky, Ulquiorra watched as the rain poured down the windows. It wasn't the nicest day to come out on. In fact, he would really rather be in bed. But the doctor, Dr...Grantz or something...he wanted to meet up. And he couldn't really say no, when it was a doctor. So he'd dragged himself out of bed to go to this coffee shop. Honestly, shouldn't he be meeting the doctor at his surgery, rather than such an informal place?
And it was full of people giving him strange looks. A pregnant young man on his own and he's only in his late teens, too young to be having a child. Trash. Just trash. Who were they to judge him? What did they know about him? Nothing. So how could they judge him? They should get on with their own meaningless lives and leave him to struggle through his.
"Ulquiorra?"
Ulquiorra's head snapped up. Standing by his tabled was a slim man with a shocking array of pink hair and large glasses. He wore a light pink coat and carried a soaking wet umbrella.
"Uh...."
"Hi!" the newcomer stuck out his hand by way of greeting, "I'm Dr Aporro Grantz."
A little stunned, Ulquiorra shook the doctor's hand rather limply. He hadn't expected him to be so casual. The raven-haired teenager watched as the man threw off his coat to reveal a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Wasn't he supposed to be in a white coat? For crying out loud, weren't they meant to be in a surgery?! He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep him within reality.
"Well, I've heard quite a lot about you from Dr Kurosaki."
Ah yes, Ichigo Kurosaki, his GP. They went to the same school but usually they tried to keep their distance from one another. Ulquiorra had always had the sneaking suspicion Ichigo didn't like him because of the fact that Urahara took him in. But no matter. Ulquiorra made to speak, but he was interrupted.
"And rather a lot about a certain Nnoitra Jiruga, hm?"
The green-eyed boy's throat tightened. Nnoitra. Nnoitra. Nnoitra. That stupid, selfish, perfect, beautiful, horrible trash! He felt tears of rage (or was it pain) spring to his eyes.
"So where is the father of your child?"
Ulquiorra shook his head; he couldn't even utter the words. (He didn't want to accept it.)
"He stood you up, didn't he?"
He nodded in response.
"Tsk tsk, and such a pretty young thing, it's criminal! He must be a heartless bastard!"
Probably (not).
Oh shut up conscience.
"Tell you what, why don't you come out with me today? I can show you a good time, make you forget your troubles for a while!"
(Don't do it.)
Do it.
"Uh...sure?"
He really was rather beautiful. Those little green tear tracks made him look fragile, like a china doll that could break at any moment. And his collar length ebony hair contrasted faultlessly with his paper white skin. His face itself was flawless: those large emerald eyes, those delicate lips, that dainty nose. That little bit of colour on his cheeks from the cold weather.
Nnoitra had no idea what he was missing, Szayel smirked.
Grimmjow watched, frowning, as the pink-haired man dragged Ulquiorra down the road. What the hell was he doing near the kid? Ulquiorra was Nnoitra's! Or, he would be, soon as Nnoitra got his act together and spoke to him.
Grimmjow knew exactly who the man was. Szayel Aporro Grantz. Quite notorious actually. And if that was Ulquiorra hanging around with him, he was in deep, deep trouble. Quickly, he picked up his phone and dialled Nnoitra's number.
"WHUT?" Nnoitra answered, obviously irritated.
"Huston, we have a problem!"
"Grimmjow, what the fuck do you want?"
Grimmjow sucked in his breath. Honestly, the man really did think a lot of himself half the time.
"Look, you know Szayel?"
"Yeah, who doesn't?"
"He's with Ulquiorra."
"HE'S WHAT?"
"I'm two blocks away, get down here now." ordered Grimmjow, and hung up immediately.
Even in this kind of trouble, the bluenette couldn't help but laugh. Nnoitra Jiruga, who spent ages explaining to Grimmjow that the kid really wasn't his business and he didn't want someone holding him down, had just got so worried it was funny.
Pulling on his boots, Nnoitra grabbed at his car keys. He probably could have walked, but there was no time. If his Ulquiorra had been kidnapped by the maniac 'Doctor' Szayel, they were in deep shit. Deep shit. Of course, it might have been just rumours, but Nnoitra still didn't trust the pinkie with a dime. Besides, no one was allowed to lay a finger on what rightfully belong to him! Ulquiorra was his, and so was the child! And it was about time everyone, including Ulquiorra realised that.
"Why don't we look in here, Ulquiorra darling?"
"Uh-"
Before Ulquiorra could answer the question, a black Honda swerved in front of them, coming right on to the pavement! The younger man let out a small shriek of alarm, while Dr Grantz took the opportunity to pull the boy into his embrace.
The doors of the vehicle swung open and out stepped Nnoitra Jiruga and Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Both marched straight at the couple on the sidewalk.
Opening his eyes, Ulquiorra saw something he never quite thought he'd see. Nnoitra. Grimmjow tore Szayel off the small figure, and Nnoitra wrapped his long arms around the newly freed teenager, pulling him as close as possible.
"I'm sorry Ulquiorra. I'll look after you, okay? I'll look after you and our child."
Ulquiorra stared up at the tall man. He'd been waiting for him to say that for so long. Taking a deep breath, Ulquiorra looked him straight in the eye.
"No."