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Hollow child
Chapter8
Unohana sat in her chair completely speechless. Byakuya, however, got up from his chair and grabbed Ichigo's hand, causing the younger man to squeak.
He smirked at Ichigo as he started to rub Ichigo's stomach, settling Ringo down. "Good girl."
Sniffling, Ichigo looked up at Byakuya, as the noble released his hands. "You're not going to kill her?" he whimpered.
"Whoever tries will die by my hand!" Unohana snapped, receiving a wide smirk from Byakuya as he nodded in agreement, "but before I inform the other taichou's about this, I do need to finish your examination," Unohana said, as she forced Byakuya to sit near the top of the exam bed as Ichigo laid back down.
Ichigo couldn't stop himself from squeaking as Unohana loosed the yukata that Byakuya had him wear. Flushing red, Ichigo turned his head towards Byakuya who was sitting next to him, as Unohana forced him to spread his legs before flinching. Not that it hurt at that particular moment, but having someone else other than your lover between your legs, even if it is a doctor, was awkward.
"Not fun. Hmm…OWWWW!" Ichigo squealed as he squeezed his eyes shut. Byakuya's smirk also disappeared when he felt Ichigo squeeze his hand hard after grabbing his.
About 20 minutes later, Unohana finished with the exam and smiled at Ichigo as she removed her gloves. "You'll be happy to know that we won't have to do a c-section to get to Ringo," she chimed, as she wrote down some information on his chart.
Ichigo, glaring at a smirking Byakuya, tried to sit up. "Oh, you're not leaving here," she said looking at the carat-top, "and neither are you, Kuchiki-taichou," she added, causing the blacknette's head to snap in her direction. "Can't have you attacking Yamamoto-Soutaichou yet until I inform the other taichou's of what he has done. With that said she laid the chart down on the bedside table and headed out of the room.
"You heard the woman," Ichigo said, moving the covers a bit. "Come here," he ordered with a soft smile. Smiling back, Byakuya climbed into the exam bed and proceeded to cuddle up with his strawberry.
AT THE TAICHOU MEETING –
A man with dark brown hair that was tied in a ponytail and wearing a sakura-themed yukata looked around puzzled, as he noticed that Ichigo, Renji, nor Byakuya were present. For Renji, it was expected – his lovely wife had just given birth to twins a month ago.
"Where's the kid?" a tall man asked, his spiked hair jingling as he looked around.
"My brother-in-law is probably emptying his guts out," Toshiro answered as the room filling with puzzled looks before the white haired young man turned his attention to Unohana. "Unohana-taichou, can you please explain?" he asked as the medical taichou nodded and headed to the middle of the room.
"As of today, Kurosaki-taichou will be going on to maternity leave."
"WHAT?" a man with long white hair exclaimed, voicing what everyone was thinking.
"Kurosaki-taichou is five months pregnant. Please make sure that his paperwork is delivered either to Kuchiki-taichou or to the Kuchiki Manor," she stated, looking at the fox-face taichou as he nodded. "Also, I'd like to file a 666444."
"Huh? Against who?" came the question from a woman with two long black braids.
Unohana's eyes went demonic and murderous as she turned her attention to the front of the room. "Yamamoto-Soutaichou, in place of Kurosaki Ichigo, taichou of the 14th, I hereby accuse you of assault, attempted rape, unfair treatment, and attempted murder," she snapped, as gasps filed the room before all their eyes were focused on the elderly man sitting at the front of the room.
Toshiro glared before he drew. "You've really crossed the line." Before anything could happen, Zaraki got in between Toshiro and the head captain. "Out of my way, Kenpachi!"
Zaraki grinned like a mad man drawing out his sword. "The only one allowed to beat the shit out of the kid is me!" he screamed before bringing down his sword.
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