OK SO HERE'S CHAPTER 14. SO THE DEAL WITH THIS CHAPTER IS THAT I THINK IT MIGHT BE CONFUSING. BUT I ALWAYS CLARIFY IN THE END SO DON'T WORRY. AND YOU CAN ALWAYS ASK QUESTIONS BECAUSE I ALWAYS RESPOND. TRUST ME. SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND TRY TO VISUALIZE IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. AND THE SECOND SECTION IN ITALICS IS OBVIOUSLY A NIGHTMARE SHE HAS WHILE STILL AWAKE... I GUESS. LOL LOVE BLEACHEE! ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Chapter 14: Three

Orihime gripped the sides of the ceramic bowl, clutching to it for dear life. Ichigo pounded on the door, trying to force it open.

"Orihime! Open the door!" He screamed. But Orihime ignored him.

Intense pain radiated throughout her body. She clenched her jaw as rivulets of sweat painted dampness down her face. Orihime bit down, trying to keep her mouth shut from what was threatening to come up her throat.
Another excruciating pain shot out from her abdomen, causing her to cry out in pain. She clutched the toilet bowl harder.

Taking in shallow breaths and shutting her eyes ever so tightly, she tried to keep it down.

"W-what's wrong with my body... my stomach hurts so much..." Orihime managed to say between torturous convulsions.

"What did you say...? Damn it, Orihime! I'm gonna break it down!" Ichigo yelled. A large thud sounded from the door as Ichigo threw himself against it.

Orihime stayed on the ground in pain. She refused to let him in. He couldn't see her like this... battling an unimaginable pain that was making her life hell.

A nauseating pain traveled through her body.

'Is there anything worse than this...?' Orihime thought. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes.

But she was wrong. He was worse than this, but she couldn't remember that right now. She couldn't remember anything with the pain she felt inside of her.

Ichigo pounded the door fiercely, calling out to her. "One... Two...-" He warned.

"No! Don't!" Orihime screamed at him.

A powerful wave of nausea and pain hit the girl and she felt herself vomiting all over her legs. The warm liquid stained the floor as she couldn't bring herself to the toilet bowl in time.

Her hands tried to cover her mouth, only to be covered in the warm liquid.

Small amounts of blood splattered all over the ground as it escaped her mouth, carrying large coughs she couldn't control. But she couldn't tell it was blood.

Ichigo had faded into only background noise. She could only hear her heart pounding in her chest in fear.

Orihime could feel its metallic taste swirling in her mouth. She brought her shaking fingers to her lips and grazed them. She tried to inspect what she had just vomited but her vision was failing her.

However, she could still it's sanguine color. It was blood. Orihime felt so disgusted with the thought, that she induced herself to throw up again.

Once again, she vomited blood, this time in the toilet bowl. One hand ran through her long red hair, trying to keep her hair away from her face.

The pain began to subside and Orihime could finally breathe. Her other hand on the toilet loosened as she felt confident in that she wasn't going to vomit again.

Drenched in her own blood, Orihime relaxed her head on the tile wall of her bathroom.

'Why did I just throw up blood? No. Why was I throwing up at all... am I sick?' Orihime thought to herself.

Then she felt it move inside of her. It tickled her womb, fluttering around like a butterfly.
"Oh god... am I... c-could I be... pregnant?" She whispered.

Orihime placed her hands on her stomach in confusion. It felt warm... Orihime couldn't help but wonder if she should smile or be afraid.

Suddenly, her mind warped. Everything around her disappeared into nothingness and she found herself in the same black expanse from her nightmare.

Orihime found herself standing in darkness. It took her a moment to realize she was no longer in her bathroom, crippled from pain. Her body was still caked with blood, her white shorts stained and her light pink tank top now grungy with sweat and blood.

She turned to look around her, suspense building up.

She knew what would happen if she started to walk foward. She would meet her. And he would be there, too.

Just as she was about to run away, she heard a voice. A child's voice called out to her.

"Mommy... where are you, mommy?... where did you go?" The soft little voice spoke to her.

Orihime couldn't resist. She needed to know what- or who- was at the end.

She began to walk foward... she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, worried that she might see them again. But then she saw it again.

The light... a bright light in the middle of the darkness.

Orihime made it through, the light surrounding her. She expected to see the beautiful garden, with the trickling stream and the clear blue skies with small birds fly around her joyously.

But she was far from it.

Surrounding her, a vast grey desert stretched past beyong her sight. Thin grim trees spined and twisted from the ground. And in the distance, she could see the ruins of a large castle she visited once.

"Hueco Mundo..." Orihime whispered. She was all alone in the middle of danger.

Her ears pounded with blood as she tried to wake up from her nightmare. But she couldn't...

She couldn't breathe. She felt like her heart was going to pop out of her mouth, her throat was dry. She didn't want to be here... this was where they were. She knew it.

Just as she was about to turn and run, something crashed into her.

She jumped as it clutched onto her smooth bruised legs. Fearing the worst, she looked down.

A small cloaked figure had his hands wrapped around her thigh.

Then with small evil chuckle, he hugged her leg tenderly.

"I found you... mommy." He lifted his head, revealing his pale white complexion and bright yellow eyes. He looked about 6 years old.

This young boy... who was he?

"M-mother... I'm your mother...?" She croaked. Then he turned into wind disappearing into nothing.

Orihime jumped back, scared. She tip-toed backwards, her bare feet digging into the grainy sand.

Then the child ran up to her from behind. She pushed him off as she fell into the sand.

She looked at him but he was different. The he was the same 6 year old boy with the cloak but his hair was orange... and he had those beautiful deep brown eyes.

Orihime was so confused. 'He was j-just behing me... are they the same child?'

He grabbed her hand, refusing to let her go. His face had a look of panic and terror as he latched onto her. He kept looking behind him, like something was chasing him.

"Mommy... he wants to hurt me! Don't let him get me, mommy! Please...!" The little boy screamed just as something pulled him away.

"W-what... who?" Orihime refused to let this child be afraid.

Orihime grabbed onto his arm, pulling hard. She didn't know who he was, but he reminded her of Ichigo, and he was obviously in trouble.

The little boy screamed as he was pulled down into the ground, the sand surrounding him.

"No!" Orihime screamed. She pulled hard on his small arm, trying to keep him from going to the Menos Forest below.

"Mommy... don't let him take me... he wants you to himself. But I love you, too mommy! I don't want to die... I love my brother..." He cried with tears rolling down his face.

For some reason, Orihime couldn't help but cry, too. She pulled with all her force but he slipped below and all Orihime heard was a fading scream.

She could imagine how far he was falling and what would happen when he hit the ground.

Orihime closed her eyes, a tear falling from her closed lids.

"Mommy... don't cry." The same voice said to her. Orihime looked up in surprise.

The boy with white skin was now in front of her. He touched her cheek and couldn't help but feel frightened. He had the same eyes...

"W-what did you do to him...?" Orihime asked. He smiled.

"You were going to have both of us... but he's no longer here. Only me. It's what you wanted." He told her.

Orihime's grey eyes widened at the thought. "W-what... h-he... was my son?"

"I'm your son, mommy." He tried to tell her.

"No!" She screamed at the young boy. "You aren't my son... get away from me!"

Orihime threw sand at the boy, trying to keep him away from her. Tears filled in his yellow eyes.

"B-but you told me to! You came here and told me to get rid of him. You told me!" He said.

"No... I would never say that!" She cried.

"Yes, you did. You came and you were so beautiful and you looked like me mommy... why did you change?" He asked innocently.

Her blood ran cold. "I... told you to?" Orihime whispered to herself.

She knew it was her hollow who killed her son. Orihime couldn't stop shaking.

"Mommy... I love you. Don't hate me... please." He whispered.

Before Orihime could look at him, he disappeared with the wind again, this time leaving permanantly.

Then, Orihime could feel the sharp pains rising in her stomach, making her twist on the ground in agony. The sand turned blood red as she could feel something moving inside her.

At that very moment, Ichigo busted through the door in fury, pulling out her vivid nightmare.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Orihime kneeling on the ground covered in blood next to a bloody toilet.

"W-what... what the fuck?" Ichigo asked her. He looked at her in shock, his eyes asking her millions of questions.

Then, Orihime tried to stand, her legs almost failing her. Ichigo caught her, his hands rested on her stomach.

Orihime looked into his eyes, horror written all over her face. "She... killed him... I'm bleeding because he's dead..." She mumbled.

"Orihime...? You just threw up all the blood in your body! Why were you even throwing up-"

Orihime couldn't think straight. She was pregnant and just lost her true son. Orihime could still hear his screams as he swallowed sand.

And the hollow boy in her nightmare... he was so much like him. She couldn't let that monster be born.

Ichigo stared at her in confusion. "Who's dead, Orihime? Tell me... why are you bleeding-"

"Shh... feel this." She whispered to him. Her hands manuevered his, making them press down onto her stomach even harder.

Then he felt it.

The slight bump in her stomach that moved slightly. Ichigo's eyebrows knitted together as he realized that Orihime was pregnant.

"Y-your... pregnant?" Ichigo asked in disbelief. He let go of her stomach, taking two steps back.

Orihime fell to the ground. "I can't let him be born... it's what she wants. I know it is... I can feel it. She killed my son and wants her's to be born."

"You aren't making any sense." He argued with her.

"I don't have to..." She stared up into his eyes. He could tell she was determined.

But she was also scared.

Suddenly, Orihime shot up and ran out the bathroom. Ichigo followed her to the kitchen still confused. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her grab a knife.

"Orihime... what are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

She didn't answer. All she did was lift it into the air, ready to plunge it into her stomach.

"No!" Ichigo screamed. He grabbed her hands and wrestled the knife out of her hands.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill yourself? We just went through this, Orihime!" He yelled at her. Sweat fell down his face as he pushed her against the wall.

Ichigo's head was beginning to hurt. He couldn't explain what was happening.

After all the shit he'd been through as a shinigami, he still was not prepared for this.

Orihime thought for a moment before responding. "Not me... just him." She said in anger.

Ichigo knew he was talking about the baby inside of her.

"I can't let you do that, Orihime. What's wrong with you? It's not his fault..." Ichigo said softly, his voice filling the dark silence in the room. He walked up to her, lightly touching her stomach.

Orihime's blood began to dry on her body. She looked away from him, staring at the ground in sadness. She bit her lips, ready to say what she needed to.

"He's not yours... you don't have to protect him." She mumbled.

"You're right. He's mine..." His cruel voice spoke out to her.

A chill ran up her spine as she recognized the cold disturbing echo in his voice. Orihime whipped her head up only to look into the eyes of the demon.

Into her worst nightmare's eyes.

"Long time no see, my hime." He whispered to her. His finger reached out and grazed her cheek.

Orihime flinched at the touch, making him laugh. His yellow piercing eyes set on her.

"Hah, don't tell me you're still afraid of me, hime? After the fuck I gave you, I thought you'd be less shy around me..." He taunted her.

Orihime wanted to scream. She wanted to tear his eyes out for coming back. She wanted to bite him till Ichigo came back to be with her. She wanted his life to end for creating the monster living inside of her... no.

He grabbed her arm forcefully, breaking her out of thought. She winced in pain as he twisted her arm behind her back.

"Sorry... does it hurt?" He teased. He slammed her against the wall and pinned her to it, placing all his weight on her.

"W-why are you doing this me...? Why are you trying to kill me?" Orihime squeaked. Although she wanted him to die, she was still afraid of him. She just didn't have the courage to do any of the things she wished she could.

"Because I'm King. I can do whatever the fuck I want... and I want a queen by my side." He licked her face, making her cringe.

His arms reached around her pressed body and caressed her flat stomach.

"... and maybe even a little prince." He whispered in her ear.

"Just leave me alone. Why me...? Why...?" Orihime asked.

She never understood why he chose her. Orihime always asked herself why the hollow wanted her to suffer so much.

He ignored her question. Then he grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing her to the ground as he walked, her body dragging behind. Her legs struggled and kicked as he pulled her long hair, dragging her to the bedroom.

Some blood smeared on the floor as he pulled her, leaving a trail of red.

"Careful... you'll get the floor all bloody..." He smirked.

After pulling her to the middle of her bedroom, he let her go, dropping her to the ground.

Orihime watched him carefully from the corner of her eyes, as he licked his lips sadistically and began to growl at her.

He began to walk circles around her, watching her whimper as he smiled evily at her.

"You excite me so damn much... but you know what will excite me even more?" He asked her.

Orihime watched in fear as he bent over her and ripped her shirt off, revealing her breasts. She didn't even notice the tears already rolling down her face.

He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She tried to jump off but he held her down.

"You can't win, hime." He told her. He hands began to grope her breasts roughly and she could feel his lips on her skin.

Then he stopped. Orihime opened her eyes to see the demon holding his head, pulling at his own hair.

His hands scratched at his own face, dropping over his eyes. When his finger seperated, Orihime saw brown eyes staring back at her.

"N-no...I-I won't let you hurt her ag-again..." Ichigo's voice came out of the hollow's body.

"Leave me alone, K-King... it's my s-son! Argh!" The hollow gripped his head and lifted off of her. His back arched, making his spine crack as he fought himself. He fell off the bed and began to twist, like he was possesed.

Orihime watched as she saw that Ichigo was trying to save her. He was trying to come back...

And the hollow knew it too. He had to do something before he did. Nothing was going to keep him from his son.

He struggled to grab onto the bed, and he pulled himself onto the bed. His white hands reached out for Orihime and he gave in to Ichigo just a little bit.

"Ori-Orihime... please. H-help me..." He lied, using Ichigo's voice to trick her into coming closer.

Orihime heard Ichigo's voice, and she had to help him. She slowly reached for his hand, ready to support him. The hollow smirked as she fell for it.

He grabbed her arm, making her scream in pain. "No! L-Let me go..."

He sat on top of her, making her immobile.

"Shu... shut up!" He yelled, slapping her across the face. He shook her and pinned her down again. Hollow Ichigo could feel himself regaining control.

Then the hollow leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I will kill him if you don't come out and play..."

He knew exactly how to get his queen out.

Orihime's eyes grew cold and empty, turning a bright amber. Her facial features somehow became more beautiful and disgustingly evil at the same time. Her teeth were suddenly razor sharp and her skin grew a sickly white.

"Looking for me?" She said in a seductive whisper. His hollow stared intently into her eyes, and with an intimidating smirk, his eyes filled with hunger and lust for his queen.

Meanwhile...

Rukia looked up at the night sky as an incredible amount of reaitsu fell on her shoulders. It was incredible... the amount suddenlt fell on her and she was barely able to stand. She was still fighting hollows and was no where near Orihime's apartment.

'Damn... Uryu will get there before me. I need to be there with him. And this reaitsu... it's too strong... it has to be them. Both of them...'

An unusually large hollow appeared, trying to grab her. Rukia struggled to move as the dark and heavy pressure of the hollows weighed down on her.

"Damn!" She yelled as she almost was crushed by the hollow. Her small hands wrapped around her zanpakutou and sliced the hollow's arm off.

But before she could finish it, the hollow fell to it's knees, clutching it's throat. It gasped for air... the reaitsu was too strong and was suffocating him.

Rukia could barely lift her feet, but she dragged her way over to the dying hollow and pointed her sword at him.

"Tell me hollow... what do you know about the irregular amount of hollows here...? Tell me!" She barked at him. Her indigo eyes stared at the ugly mask on his face in concentration.

The hollow began to laugh at her, making an uncomfortable husky laughter. His red eyes followed her every move, down to her shallow limited breaths.

"I know you can speak... you're an adjucha... so talk!" Rukia ordered.

"You'll never win, shinigami! You can kill as many of us as you like, but the balance is already tipped. We will consume this world and yours. And it will all be possible thanks to the newborn... thanks to the King." He warned her. The premonition sent tingles down Rukia's spine as she listened to the same prophecy the spirt told her earlier.

With a swipe of her blade, she finished the hollow off, sending him to the Soul Society.

A strong wind blew, stirring up the reaitsu in the air. This troubled her deeply.

"I can barely walk and I'm still far from them... this reaitsu... is so dangerous. People can die... even adjuchas are succumbing to it." She whispered.

She kneeled down, her petite body exhausted from the exposure. "What'll I do...?" She stressed.

"I think I can help you..." A lazy voice called out to her. Rukia turned around, facing a mysterious man who she loved to see in the face of adversity. His blonde hair peeked out beneath is striped green hat. His stubbly chin moved as he grinned at her.

"Urahara..." Rukia smiled.

They gathered.

In Hueco mundo, they prepared to enter the World of the Living, with hunger and lust for energy and blood.

In the World of the Living, the had already begun to mercilessly slaughter the the souls and increase their own power. No shinigami would be able to stop them once they had someone that would rule them.

They needed the son of destruction. And he would be born from her suffering and her's alone.

That's why he must make her suffer a much as possible. So that his son will be born with hatred and fury in his blood. Then he will claim his woman and she will be one of them... one of the hollows.

But inside of her a turmoil is happening. She has two sons... the son of destruction and the son of protection. For now, she believes destruction will prevail. The odds are in its favor. But the human child has something the hollow child does not...

Strength.

That is why he had to die... now only destruction remains. Shall it prevail?

SO THAT WAS PRETTY LONG... NO? WELL IT WAS LONG TO WRITE. LOL WELL I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT. I FEEL THOUGH THAT ORIHIME WAS REALLY OUT OF CHARACTER AND IT BOTHERED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. OH WELL, I TRIED TO MAKE HER MORE LIKE ORIHIME BUT I DONT THINK I DID TOO WELL. THIS WILL BOTHER ME FOREVER. I PROMISED THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE HER MORE IN CHARACTER. AND THE SAME WITH ICHIGO AND HOLLOW ICHIGO. ICHIGO NEEDS TO BE MORE HEROIC AND HOLLOW ICHIGO NEEDS TO BE MORE... PSYCHOTIC. *EVIL GRIN* SO LOVE YOU GUYS AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. THEY MAKE ME HAPPY. AND URAHARA IS SHOWN. WHAT'S A FANFIC WITHOUT URAHARA! ;)

P.S The title of the chapter is really symbolic. If you can tell me what it means, then you get a prize... whatever you want that I can actually give you. (HINT: It has to do with the title of the story, too.)

So to clarify: Orihime throws up blood and discovers her pregnancy. She then goes into a creepy dream like state in which she goes to Hueco Mundo and sees her son. One version of her child is hollow and the other is human. The hollow one acts all creepy and the human son dies. The hollow son killed him saying that Orihime came to him and told her to do it. But it was really Hollow Orihime. She then leaves her dream. Ichigo busts the door open and is shocked to see the bloody bathroom. Ichigo tries to get an answer and she tells him that she is pregnant with a hollow baby. He gets all freaked out, but she wants it dead because she knows it's a hollow. She tries to kill it (suicidal moment) and Ichigo stops her. She tells him its not his so he shouldn't care(burn!) but she did it with good intentions. Hollow Ichigo comes out, wanting to be with his child. He tortures Orihime a little bit but then Ichigo and him are having an inner struggle. Hollow Ichigo wins because he tricks Orihime into helping him get the queen out. So she's out and everybodys screwed. And Rukia senses it and can barely move and then TA-DA! Urahara shows up. Then I added some weird shit at the end. Idk.