Just a filler-ish chapter. I felt the need to explain what her room looked like, since I can picture it so clearly in my own mind. If I could draw backgrounds, I would draw her room. But I'm not, so I wont. 8D
Enjoy!!!
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I slumped down on the sofa in the living room, flicking through the brand new book Kangofu had given me. I was so grateful that Aizen had allowed some sort of entertainment in Las Noches; life could get so boring when there was nothing going on.
My legs and back ached so much... the last few days after we had done it in the bathroom; we'd been at it at every possible opportunity, like sex-crazed animals in the mating season. He was so raw and rough, my legs felt as if they were on a creaky hinge. Always a down side to the up.
Anyway, Aizen had decided to call a meeting at random today, so there was nothing to do but mooch around my room. I had never complained about this little room; after all, since a few weeks ago I had seen nothing better. But now I realised what a dump it was compared to the Espada suites. I couldn't even call it a suite; it was more like a buget motel room, just a little bigger. When you enter the apartment, there was the biggest room, tall ceiling and grey-white walls. Stuck in the middle was an ugly but comfortable three-seat sofa (which we had done it on yesterday... and a few other times. It's great for interesting positions, wink wink), a beech coffee table covered in little rings were spilt liquid had dried and never been cleaned, and a similarly coloured bookshelf up against the wall, crammed full of dog-eared novels and well read manga comics. It looked more like a prison than anything.
The Kitchen was a little nicer, but again, black and white. A small cheap table only big enough for two people at a squeeze(we made sure to test that out this morning), about four cupboards which were empty apart from two plates, a mug and a glass. It puzzled me as to why there was so much space in those cupboards... when there was only one person using the kitchen.
Then there was the laundry room. It had a washing machine, which was rarely used. However, I had had to use it to wash the blood from my uniform after Nnoitra smashed my head up. And also I washed Nnoitra's uniform for him, because he was too lazy and couldn't be bothered, plus I am just so wonderful. The room had some random cupboards in it too; I was never quite sure what to store in there. I had a spare duvet, a pillow and a lamp. A broken lamp. I only kept it so as to take up a little bit more of the useless space I had.
That room lead to the Bathroom, which was horribly small and cramped, a toilet stuffed in one corner, a shower in the other, and a sink sat bang in the middle of both. It amazed me that we had managed to have sex in there twice without getting stuck... but then again I guess we were very... flexible.
The stupid book I was reading didn't seem to make much sense. This may have been because it was in Dutch. But I was so worn out she couldn't be bothered to get up and find a new one. I could only make out a few words, but I was getting the general gist.
'Okay. I'm guessing this girl is pregnant…'
I shot up as if a volt of electricity ran up my spine.
'Pregnant!'
Jumping out of the sofa, I didn't even bother putting the book away.
There was one word buzzing through my brain as my stomach churned and my head spun...
'Pregnant...'
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A/N: Szayel will be coming up in the next few chapters!! I love him and his manly girlyness. I know that makes no sense, thats why I love him so much. Faves, Reviews, comments and crits mucho appreciatedio.
