A/N: Last week was a complete disaster so I'm apologizing again. And I know that everyone makes mistakes but you can only leave it to me to make as dumb a mistake as that one.
**Just wanted to throw this out there again: I can't stand flamers or to be flamed. Not because that what they say is mean and unnecessary and completely uncalled for. (Everyone is entitled to their own opinion not matter how rude.) It's because they don't have the balls to log in to , type in their email and password, click on my story, and write a review. It's not like I'll go around bashing you because you decided to flame me. It's the principle. Speak up. Don't hide behind a 'Guest' mask or name yourself 'abc'. It frustrates me to no end when I get reviews that aren't constructive criticism and I have to delete them because they aren't from a member on the site and what they say is really terrible. If someone thinks Orihime is a slut in my story, go ahead and say it. I don't care. The least you can do is kill it with kindness(constructive criticism) or you could keep your mouth shut. I've had a bad- no terrible week, and the last thing I need is someone named 'abc' to hate on my story.
Sorry to those who had to read that. I'm just blowing out some unwanted steam. You may proceed reading you awesomers!
Disclaimer: Do I have to write "I don't own Bleach"? or is the word "Disclaimer" enough? Either way, I don't own Bleach.
"Oh, no! Oh, no!" Orihime jumped out of her van and ran to the entrance of the preschool building.
She opened the front doors and ran to Tamotsu's teacher's office. Before she walked in she leaned against the door. Lately she had been feeling so woozy. Orihime came to the conclusion that it was just the baby asserting its place in her body.
"I'm so sorry that I'm late…" Orihime opened the door and trailed off at the sight.
Miss Haruguchi sipped on a cup of tea and laughed at a joke. When she looked up she saw Orihime standing at the door. "Oh! Hello Kurosaki-san! Please come in."
"Yes," Aizen turned to look behind him in his chair. "Yes, please join us."
Orihime slowly walked to the desk and sat down at the second chair. Behind her, Tamotsu sat quietly, dozing off in his chair.
"Orihime, would you like some tea?" It was the first time Orihime had ever seen Miss Haruguchi smile genuinely.
Orihime shook her head. "…No, I'm fine."
"Me and your husband, Sousuke were just discu-"
"He is not my husband!" Orihime interrupted quickly and her cheeks prickled with heat.
The room fell quiet.
"Well… I just assumed… He was here and he and Tamotsu look just alike…" Miss Haruguchi sipped on her tea quietly.
Orihime lowered her eyes.
"Orihime and I are old friends. I believe it was coincidence that his resemblance to me is uncanny." Aizen smiled at Orihime. "Don't you agree?"
Orihime squeaked and nodded her head.
"Miss Haruguchi, you may proceed."
The older woman cleared her throat. "So, as I was saying, Tamotsu is a bright young boy. He is more advanced than any of the other children in my school."
Aizen cut in. "Tamotsu has come to his mother on multiple occasions stating that his teacher, you, has embarrassed and challenged him in nonacademic ways. Is this not true?"
Orihime and Miss Haruguchi's eyes widened. The older woman adjusted her glasses. "Um… well. I believe that if he has the mouth he should learn that what you say comes with consequences."
Aizen furrowed his brow. "Is that not putting this woman's child in a hostile environment?"
"Tamotsu is perfectly capable-"
"No matter if he is capable or not. He is a child. A good one at that. In my personal analysis, he has never, not once, sassed or talked back to me."
Orihime watched the exchange. Each time she tried to justify herself, he'd come with a response quicker than lightning.
"In all my years I have never had a child such as Tamotsu. He has leaderships skills and social skills that of a third grader. He's able to persuade the other child into doing anything he wants."
"And is that such a bad thing? He expanding what he's learned and using it to the best of his abilities. He is exploring and understanding. That is how we grow."
Miss Haruguchi sat shell-shocked. Orihime would never talk to anyone like that before. She smiled inwardly. If Aizen wasn't here, she wouldn't have been able to stand up to the scary woman.
"Have you ever considered bumping Tamotsu up a level?" Orihime asked.
The woman adjusted her glasses again. "No, no. That is a complicated procedure that always falls through."
Aizen came to the rescue again. "He is advanced. You said so your self did you not? Or was that needless adulation?"
"I-I…Um…" Miss Haruguchi slipped off her glasses and sighed. "What grade were you bearing in mind?"
Orihime smiled. "First grade. Possibly second."
"I… I think it's possible. There are many things to consider, information that's not in my hands at the moment. There's a test that he has to take."
Aizen looked over at Orihime and smiled back. "Whatever needs to be done, we'll do."
It came again, this time, with more than one.
It pressed the button on the remote and in a few beeps, the alarm was deactivated.
They slid through, sneakily, slyly, as a cat, wearing all black so they wouldn't be seen.
Inside, they went through the cabinets, cash registers, closets and scoped the place from top to bottom. They found what they were looking for and took everything from inside of it.
When the search was done, they took their bats and swung breaking and destroying everything in sight, stealing all of the money even though it held no value to them.
One of them took a spray paint bottle and wrote across the wall in red.
Afterwards, they broke the front windows and ran away just as sneakily but not as quietly as they came in.
Ichigo stared out the hospital window.
He was tired of sitting around and lying about like a vegetable.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his wife and son. He wanted to be near his unborn child. "Orihime…" he whispered to himself.
"Ichigo..?"
Ichigo looked over to see who was at the door.
"Rukia!" He sat up. "You can't be here."
"I know, I know." She walked in and sat by his bed, her violet eye shining. "But when I found out I tried to stay away but I couldn't."
"I'm out of here in a few days. Ishida has been on top of everything-"
"I don't want to hear it. I'm not here to talk about me." Rukia smiled. "How are you feeling?"
He sighed warily. "…Much better…"
…
"Sousuke… That was amazing in there… I don't know how to thank you."
Aizen and Orihime walked out of the tiny preschool. Tamotsu was sleeping peacefully over Aizen's shoulder.
"It was nothing. I only want the best for Tamotsu."
Orihime stopped and looked up at him. "That's… very sweet of you."
Aizen smiled and lowered his thick lashes. "I was thinking that maybe you don't have to leave so soon. You told me yourself that you don't like hotels."
"I know, but I can't get too comfortable." Orihime reached out and touched the back of Tamotsu's head. "I have Tamotsu to worry about."
Aizen stepped closer. "Orihime..." his voice deepened. "I care for Tamotsu too."
Orihime continued staring up into his eyes. They were so large and chocolaty and swirling... Why was this happening to her now? "Why…?" Orihime could feel herself gravitating towards him when her phone rang. "Hello... Michiru? Slow down, I can't, I can't hear you… Are you serious?! …I'll be done there in a minute."
…
The man in black clicked away on his camera.
He just couldn't get enough of what was before him.
Rukia Kuchiki, of the Noble Kuchiki family, was entering and just leaving a hospital. Ichigo Kurosaki, his lead, was in that hospital. Was it coincidence?
I think not!
"You just wait. All of you!" he mumbled to himself. "These pictures are going to cost a fortune!"
…
"Oh my God…" Orihime got out of the car and stared at her ruined bakery.
The windows were bashed open, the chairs and seats broken and strewn across the room. On the back wall, WHORE was spray painted in large red words.
Michiru and Ryō stood, huddled outside by other bystanders.
Orihime ran to them. "What happened?"
Ryō's eyes were blotchy and she shook her head. "We were called down here by the station. Someone broke in."
The police told her that the alarm didn't go off and they must have disarmed it somehow. Money in the cash register was all gone and there seemed to be a safe in the backroom that was broken in to.
Orihime didn't really care for what the police had said. There was nothing they could do. Orihime wasn't a woman of revenge, so she didn't care if they found them and punished them. What was done was done and no one could change the past. No one could change the fact that someone decided to ruin her dream.
"Why would anyone do this?" Orihime whispered. She walked along the broken glass scattered across the ground.
She stepped under the yellow police line. She walked past the wreckage, trying her hardest to keep her composure.
On the ground before her feet, Orihime looked down and saw a paper torn in half. She picked it up and placed them together and saw that it was Tamotsu's picture. The picture he had drawn for her a year ago. It was the picture of the horse and the mountains and the river.
The woman turned the paper over and saw his child-like handwriting For Mommy on the back. A fat drop of water plopped down on the paper. Orihime wiped away another tear that threatened to fall.
"Why...? I don't understand…"
"Orihime. It'll be okay." Aizen placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sousuke… Who would do something so horrible… so evil?"
Aizen placed both hands on her shoulders and twisted her around. "I don't know. But whoever it was, we'll find them. They'll get what they deserve."
"Oh, Sousuke! How can I do this again? I don't have enough money to do it all over… I can't have my bakery!" Orihime's bottom lip shook and she brought up her hands to her chest as if it could help her heart from squeezing so tightly.
Aizen pulled her against his chest and gently stroked her hair. "We'll figure it out somehow. I know we will."
"But Sousuke-"
"Orihime I have a proposal to make."
Orihime stiffened. "What?"
Aizen looked on at the battered room. "I will help you financially to rebuild this bakery from the ground up."
Orihime pushed off his chest to look at his face. "What do I have to do in return?"
Aizen looked down at her. "…In return, I want to spend more time with you and Tamotsu. Stay with me awhile longer."
…
Her stomach rumbled in an unfamiliar manner, and she gave a tiny groan at the sudden pain.
She closed her eyes briefly, and then continued to pat Tamotsu's thick dark hair.
"My little Monkey… My sweet little baby-cakes… I love you so much…" Orihime kissed her son on the cheek and watched him sleep.
Tamotsu groaned and turned over under the sheets. "Mommy…"
Orihime gently brushed his dark shaggy hair out of his face. "Yes, Monkey?"
"Mommy," he lightly opened his brown eyes."You told me never lie, right?"
Orihime stopped brushing, afraid of what would come next. "…Yes…"
Tamotsu was fighting hard to finish his sentence. "Then why did you fib to me, mommy?"
Orihime sat up straight. "Tamotsu… What do you mean?"
"Mister said that I was lied to." The child pushed on with all his might, his eyes lowering with sleepiness. "He said that daddy… daddy isn't who I think he is… Mister said that everything I know… is a lie…" Tamotsu closed his eyes.
Orihime's mouth sat opened. How dare him. How… how… how dare he tell that to her son!
Orihime walked out the bedroom and down the hall. It felt like her dream all over again.
Down the long hallway, just waiting, anticipating what was on the other side of that door.
She continued walking until she reached his office and stormed inside.
Of course, he was there sitting on his desk. He immediately looked up from his phone and papers and smiled.
"Hello, Orihi-"
"You bastard!" Orihime took his phone and slammed it into the base.
Aizen stood. "What is this about?" he demanded.
Orihime wasn't going to back down. She wasn't intimidated. "What you said to my son! You have no right!"
Aizen paused, calculating. He took his time and leisurely walked around the desk and sat down in his white, long, wing backed chair. "On the contrary, I have every right."
Orihime pointed out the door and down the hall behind her. "He called me a liar!"
"Are you denying it?" Aizen rested his chin on his folded hands and smiled wider, inch by inch.
"What do you think?" Why wasn't he getting it? What was wrong with him?!
"What do I think?"
Orihime squeezed her hands into fist and shut her eyes. "I'm so sick of this. We're leaving right now."
Aizen stood and walked back around the desk and over to a drawer by the wide window. "You're running away, Orihime."
She spun around angrily. "I have never told my son a lie, ever!"
Aizen pulled a file out of the drawer. "You have never told him the complete truth either."
She thought for a moment. "What do you mean?"
Aizen walked back over to his desk. "You never told him who his real father is."
Orihime felt as though she was punched in the face. "You… You don't do that… Don't. You have no idea… No right…."
"But I do." Aizen, again, leaned against the front of his desk and opened the file. "I wasn't one hundred percent sure although all the facts were there. Yesterday I got a test back from the lab. It states the conclusion that Sousuke Aizen, me, is 99.9999% the biological father of Tamotsu Kurosaki."
Orihime's world shattered. Just like a book to a mirror.
"I…"
"Orihime? Do you understand what I just told you? Orihime?"
Orihime staggered back until she fell against the wall behind her. She was grateful for the support, if not, she would have fainted. "I… You…"
"Orihime." Aizen's lids lowered and his voice became hard and cold, unlike anything she had ever heard from him before. "I am taking you to court for sole custody over my son."
Okay. I think I know what you all are thinking: What the hell? But, sadly, yes. You read the last part right. Aizen wants his son and he's taking her to court for him.
It was a little hard for me to write this chapter because there were many POVs I wanted to add but I had to cut many of them because I didn't want to confuse everyone. So I hop that everything made sense.
The next chapter will be a time skip, just a heads up.
Rocka.