WELL! I certainly gave you all a reason to dislike me.. It was a long run but I'm finally finished!
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Ichigo held his forehead in his hand, his brows furrowed as he gazed at tousled papers across his desk.

With everything that had been going on the letters continued piling in. I leaned in the doorway silently. Even a single letter from my aunt rested amongst the mess, as she finally replied about our engagement.

"Any letters from your sisters?"

"Oh," He spooked and shifted to greet me, rising from his desk chair, "What are you doing up?"

"It's only noon. I simply couldn't sleep," I smiled, "I would like to read them if I could?"

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. "You need your sleep. My father had only mentioned Karakura in his letters, as well a few things about the baby."

I grinned proudly, lifting my heels to hook my husband forward in a kiss.

"I guess I can wait till tomorrow."

Ichigo motioned to move me out of his office, informing me, "I'm meeting with Mr. Urahara tomorrow as well."

I took a small step back and pouted, "What did he say?"

"Not much of anything. Judging from his writing I assume you should be there to hear what he has to say."

"Oh," I gasped, "It sounds serious."

Ichigo grabbed my hand daintily and lead me down the hall, possibly back towards bed when the letters became a reminder to him, "Did Miss Riruka mention when she would return?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. I assume she'll stay in Sweden for at least a few months," I huffed, "My appointment with Mister Ishida is tomorrow morning as well. Would that get in the way of things?"

Ichigo forced a disapproving sigh and groaned, "Are you sure you don't want to find a new doctor?"

"Ichigo," I felt slightly offended, "You have taken your spats too far. He is a very respectable doctor for his age and I'm not giving him up just because you two don't seem to get along."

Ichigo gave me an childish grimace and I chuckled. "It will be okay."

"Yuzu, please keep it down!" Karin ordered.

The young girl was running around in frantic circles around the back yard, wailing in excitement. Her short light brown hair shining under the sun until she collapsed beneath a nearby maple tree.

"How could I not be? I wonder what they will name her!"

Karin adjusted her dresses thin fabric over her knee as she perched on the near by bench. "What makes you think it wont be a boy?"

"Oh," Yuzu pondered, trying to view the clouds through the leaves, "I guess I will have to make names for both genders!"

Karin watched over Yuzu carefully as she giggled, looking over the fields of their property as a pair of unseen lambent blue eyes watched her in return.

Ishida sat forward in his chair and held his hands, "After reviewing your test results, it appears you're completely healthy."

I looked to Tatsuki who was giving me a big grin. "Thank you, Mister Ishida."

The four of us sat inside the clinic, a room I hadn't visited since I was very small. The wood and colour had been refurnished yet I could remember the times me and my brother sat in the very same room all too vividly.

Uryuu then pulled me from my thoughts by turning to Ichigo, who's objective was to get me out of the room as quickly as possible.

"Just make sure she eats properly like we talked about and call me whenever you have questions," He directed at my husband.

Ichigo simply looked away irritated that Doctor Ishida had been ordering him around again and shrugged it off to reach me.

I gave him an encouraging smile to tease him, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Ichigo's mouth arguably popped open, "I get to ask you that question."

"I didn't mind it."

"How about I prepare for lunch now," Tatsuki stated but it was more of a question, looking down at me as she rose, "I'm sure everyone's waiting."

"Ichi-," I didn't realize we would be visiting people.

As if reading my mind he answered, "Don't worry, I told Kisuke to move our talk back a bit. Though, he did say it was very urgent."

"It's always urgent with those men," Tatsuki harped, "Let's eat!"

I had to giggle as Ichigo lifted me up; I had only been two months pregnant yet he still insisted on helping me with every little thing.

"Thank you."

He responded with a quick kiss to my forehead.

Awhile later I was blessed with Ichigo's family members appearances.

Everyone was laughing and having a great time as I moved around to meet them, as well as old friends. It wasn't much of an important event, maybe a small celebratory lunch that our house had prepared for us. I was a bit surprised by the amount of food and a little repulsed by how much I felt like eating everything, but I managed to maintain my manors as I eyed the table.

"Orihime?"

I screamed once I realized that she could make it, "Rukia! You're here! Renji"

She gave a small smirk at my explosion as Renji stood behind her, eyes shifting back and forth between my face and tummy, "You're belly's grown since we last saw you!"

"Yes!" I chuckled, rubbing it slightly without noticing Renji's grin.

"How are you both handling everything?" He inquired from Ichigo.

"We've been getting a lot of attention since the news spread-"

"We've noticed," Rukia nudged Ichigo, "The media is all over you guys."

"-Yeah. I wish I could say 'I hope it would settle down', but I know it's a lost cause," Ichigo huffed before asking Rukia, "How are things back in Karakura?"

"Smooth as usual, thanks to your father. It's very obvious your sisters miss you though," Rukia chirped, "But they said they would try to visit."

"I'm so glad you could come," I beamed, unable to contain my excitement, "It's so much better than a responding letter!" I read Ichigo's mind when his eyes widened at me and the four of us shared a laugh. "For now it's just nice to see everyone."

I hadn't had the chance to see Renji in quite some time either, later asking Ichigo once we were seated to where he could have been all this time. We both eventually decided we knew very well where he had been; with Rukia. I admit it wasn't difficult to see them as a couple as I watched them make jokes to each other.

I couldn't help but find myself in a trance as I sat in my chair, watching over everyone.
Listening to my husband speak with family as my friends laughed together. I don't think I was able to remember a time when I seemed to fit in so seamlessly with others.

I touched my belly, unable to help feeling a great wave of contentment. I had a family of my own.

As the lunch pressed on, a familiar man dressed in our kingdoms attire, one I had been familiar with, made his way to whisper something to my husband. They were so close yet I couldn't hear a thing.

I grabbed Ichigo's hand that rested stiffly on the table and shook it.

"Ichigo? Ichigo, what is it?"

He didn't answer, listening till the man pulled away. I watched Ichigo fiddle with his lips in thought before he stood amongst the noise of everyone's voices, ignoring my questions.

"Excuse me! Excuse me everyone," Ichigo declared with an uncertainty in his voice, "My wife and I would like to thank everyone for coming, but we must make a short leave. Please forgive us and enjoy your meals, we will try to get back as soon as we are able."

I clung to Ichigo's arm in worry, "Ichigo, what's happening?"

"Urahara has to see us. Now," He directly sternly as he helped me from my seat.

I was too dazed to noticed the eyes on us as we left, voices muttering about our dismissible.

One the second floor, the halls were silent. All rooms had been cleared of maids and guarded with surveillance as we reached our designated room.

Urahara sat adrift and calm as we entered, rising to make us comfortable.

"Please, have a seat."

There were two other guards with him. One man I knew as Tessai, the other, Kaien.

Ichigo grumbled unhappily, "Enough of this, let us know what's going on!"

I felt insulted as I knew things were being kept from me, but I didn't argue and walked to the nearest chair.

Urahara had to insist Ichigo forcefully before he finally sat down.

"I will get to that," Mister Kisuke spoke firmly.

I felt uneasy as my stomach began to quake, holding my belly as I begged, "This must be extremely serious if you came all this way. So please?-"

Urahara's expression relaxed as he prepared himself for what appeared to be a nerving speech, "When questioning the assailants of your kidnapping Miss Kurosaki, there were a few things I found myself quite perturbed over. Surely, they have received their sentences-"

"Enough," I had seen Ichigo like this before, knowing very well he was trying to maintain civil language, "That's in the past. We shouldn't have to keep dealing with this."

"Please, your Highness," Urahara took a deep breath, "The matter of Aizen's disappearance is complex."

I urged for Mister Kisuke to continue, calming Ichigo's behavior next to me as I rested my hand on his arm.

"I have evidence towards Aizen being a member of your Kingdom back in Karakura, your Highness. He was using a fake surname," Urahara moved his hand across the desk he had been leaning on and grabbed a paper to read it's text, "A mister Seito Teiyu. As well as Maito Tayuki, Talon Kriss and Alek Toge."

The name rang a bell to me.

"Alek Toge?"

Ichigo looked to me. The name itself was Danish, and familiar.

"Do you know the man, your Highness?" Urahara stared at me as well as the other three people in the room.

"I-I've heard it before," I muttered, "Possibly an old friend of my brothers?"

Urahara set down the paper and bit his lip with a temper, "Your Highness, these are fake aliases Aizen has been using!"

"That's impossible!" Ichigo argued, "There's no way one man could get away with taking so many names. What are you getting at?"

"There was a certain herb found within the castle walls of Karakura's library," Urahara made sure to be delicate with his words as he eyed Ichigo, "When they were first found I had my suspicions, your Highness. I couldn't be quite sure but we did some tests and the deaths are too similar."

My heart fluttered in panic once I heard his next yours.

"Your mother, and your brother, died by the same hand."

Ichigo propelled from his seat, "Are you saying my mother was poisoned?"

Mister Kisuke looked to the ground, "I'm sure your father wished to keep it from you."

The grandfather clock in the corner tolled loudly.

A sudden flint in Ichigo's eyes revealed itself as he stepped back, defeated.

I was almost certain he was about to leave, when instead, he quietly went back to his seat. I couldn't watch him, as I too remembered being informed about my brothers death months before. I remembered all too well as I sat in dismay.

"As soon as you became King," Urahara insisted on giving Ichigo more insight, "Your family resigned their Royal rights to the next royal family bloodline. This is where his fake surname Talon Chriss falls in to the picture. All he needed was you out of the way."

"What does this all mean," I begged, "Does this mean he was after my husband?"

"Because of your marriage it wasn't necessary. Since he also had a hand in forcing your marriage with Ulquiorra it seems he's been planning his winnings from the beginning," Urahara scoffed as Ichigo's eyes moved in his deep thought. "For the time being your family in Karakura is safe. He has no business there. It's the next house we must inform."

Ichigo and I sat with our worries, gripping each others hands delicately as Mister Kisuke informed the worst possible news.

"Your family is in danger as well. As you may realize-"

All words after that became distant.

I was lost in them, gripping my husbands hand as I thought about our unborn child quietly.

The thick salty smell of the sea covered a small dock on the brim of a small town.

Two men waited inside a wooden shack as they watched the seagulls fight towards the right direction. The storm had created a powerful wind, forming violent waves.

"One more day," Tousen commented briefly, digging in to his inside pocket and they reached the ticket counter.

An elder man peered up towards them with one eye nearly completely closed, "Two tickets for you, Gents?"

"Make it three, for Stockholm Sweden, please," With smooth words and piercing brown eyes, he belittled the ticket holder.

"N-name please?"

"Talon Kriss."