Hi all
It has been a while since I lost updated this fic, a lot life changing things happened to me recently.
Im hoping that I will have a new sense of determination to carry on this series!
Thank you for your patience.
please enjoy and leave a review!
I do not own Bleach, all rights reserved to Tite Kubo.
It had been only 2 months since their wedding.
Renji hated it, he put on such a sweet act for her, for everyone. Byakuya, Rukia and him were the only ones aware of the situation. He loathed it, he needed to know now if the child was his. Rukia is always not inclined to know so, it eats at him all the time. Her decision didn't make sense to him at all, why go through all that effort to get married and not wanting to make sure the child is his or Ichigo's? Whatever held her back was currently doing the same to him. He couldn't look at her, or be near her most days. She looked like a stain that wasn't easily cleaned. Touching her, didn't seem to clean her. The rare times they would have sex, he would try and finish in her. The overwhelming guilt did the opposite. If the child wasn't his, it felt awfully fucked up. Rukia insisted for Renji to do so, maybe to make him feel happy? Or was it a ploy for Rukia herself to feel like his seed was the one that had truly inseminated her egg.
'Renji… The child might not be yours…' Fuck why did he had to remeber that night. Ruined the honeymoon, might have ruined the relationship for what he knew. Being told that type of shit, after sex. Especially after caressing her stomach, imagining the future.
Scrunching his eyes, digging his fingers deep into his palm. His face held such pain. This heartache, he couldn't carry this on. He needed distance. But doing so would make the whole marriage look like a sham?
"Abarai Fuku-taicho! Byakuya Taicho requests your immediate presence in his office." An unseated member of the 6th called, outside Renji's office.
"Dismissed…" Sighing, he had been doing that a lot lately. The child needed to come sooner, maybe that would be his chance. After 4 or so years, annul the marriage.
It was all reliant on one thing, who's fuckers sperm inseminated the egg first.
'Ichigo, I want to hate you, but if things don't go my way, I can't help but pity us both… If you didn't exist.' He couldn't think like that, the guy single handedly saved him, everyone, everything. Pathetic…
It's not a sin to wish you hadn't interfered.
Sins of a man who had not known his actions and those consequences behind them. Were absolutely null to what he had intrusively thought about said person, time and time again.
Getting up from his desk he moved to the Shoji doors of his office, opening and leaving. His face is less sullen. That was an improvement over the weeks.
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Her workday was atrocious, always being drowsy and not being able to concentrate properly the large majority of the day caused a lot of mishaps in paperwork. She truly disliked that bit about the pregnancy, granted she urged the Sou-taichou not to put her on maternity leave for the time being until she was completely unable to work to her fullest capacity.
Even though she had reached that point only a couple of days ago…
She was home at the Kuchiki estate for the time being, Byakuya was still looking for a property for the two, to move out in after the pregnancy.
Renji and her were quite awkward around each other, especially after the honeymoon, 'go figures.' she thought to herself, that bombardment of truth about the pregnancy came out unexpectedly. She wanted to do it right, like all things. But in the afterglow of the moment, that consummated the marriage she blurted it out.
'That's why we are in…'
Separated rooms for now, atleast. She loved him, but she utterly hated what she had brought down on him. Someone that was, 'that was…' Ichigo would have-.
There it was, there he was. No matter the time or distance, the realm. Even if he had stayed away from her, he just seemed to be invading her mind. His face entered her thoughts like monstrous church bells that vibrated her core. His voice… Those moans ran through her like a cacophony of hellish screams, that stirred her awake in depths of any action.
What had she done to- No self pity, it was an escape card.
Oh mighty god what sins have thou done to receive such harsh punishments. What doth-. There he was again, his interests stained her mind, like her womb was stained by his seed all those nights ago.
Her hands travelled from her sides, to her chest. Teasing her nipples through her nightgown. Did Ichigo make her like this?
Was it just the mere thought of him?
could it be these pregnancy hormones that fluctuate daily?
Both?
She couldn't care at the moment she needed release.
Pulling softly at the erect nipples. She arched her back, her blanket pooling to her left causing the cold night air to send chills throughout her body. Her head sank deeper into her pillow as she played with her petite tits.
"Hmm…"
A flurry of images, unconsciously evoked by her body. Closing her eyes, she could see him. Those deep amber eyes, the mop of orange hair. Toned muscles that rippled through any clothing, those pectoral muscles that held all the comfort in the world to lie on. Chiselled, broad shoulders that were created by great sculptors. His hands, large and encompassing, protected and safe from all harm and worry. But his dick…
She had never seen something so thick and long, and could have been considered his secret third Zanpakto. That clean cut sword of his… did wonders for her. To her.
Her right hand abandoned her boob and slithered down across her midsection, she reached her drenched pussy.
Taking her index and middle finger she formed v and rubbed the outline of her smooth pussy. "Fuck…" She really was getting into this.
Just the thought of his outrageously large member made her more wet. Still rubbing.
"I want to- Hah!" Pulling on her nipple, she moaned so loudly. It might have awoken Renji, she couldn't care. She needed this.
Moving her two fingers up, she caught her clit between both knuckles and pressed.
"Hnnng!" Squinting her eyes, her mouth partially closed. Drool leaking from every side of her mouth, tears rolling down her face, this was too good. She was close as well…
abandoning her tit, she had both hands by her drenched sex. Her right entered, both fingers sopping. "HAH…"
She frantically increased the pace, her bodily fluids flew everytime she would pull out. Her left hand was rubbing, rubbed and pulled at her clit. Further stimulating her to the edge.
"Fuck, Fuck- Ichigo oh god…" She said in hitched breaths.
His dick, penetrating her waiting folds, filling her whole. Reaching her awaiting womb, she wanted his seed to fill her up. She wanted to be ravaged and used by the likes of him. Those hands could strangle her for all she cared, she wanted him here and now. She wanted- no fucking needed him. Desperately.
"Ichigo!" one more thrust of her fingers, caused her to squirt and stain her futon, arching her back. Her eyes unwary and blurry, her face in a sinful grin. She was in ecstasy.
As quickly as the release came, she wrapped the blanket around her.
Footsteps so soft and fleeting, although the person tried in every respect to remain hidden, they truly sucked in suppressing their Reiastu entirely.
Renji had just walked past her room…
"Why?" Her tears came lightly, she held her breath as they rolled down. She didn't want to alert the servants or better yet, her Brother of all people.
Sleep was about to take over. 'I have failed again.'
This truly the lowest emotionally she had been in a while.
Tomorrow had to be different, she needed to be different for the sake of her reputation and the clan's. She would do everything to make things right, even if it meant going about masking her emotions again.
Surely not that drastic?
For the child, for their future.
This was Rukia's mission now.
Morning came.
Waking up, she stunk beyond comparison. The acclamation of a sweaty nightgown and the likes of reeking bodily fluids filled her noose. She has two things on her mind at the moment.
Showering and having the conversation with Renji.
She didn't know what it could entail or where to even start, but she had to have it. Clarity is a crucial step moving forward. That is what she had to know, and known for a while.
She was nervous, but things seemed to be going right as of recently.
Maybe this was going to be alright?
Definitely.
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Months later, after their conversation, that fateful morning. Things had started to repair slowly between the two, it was a miracle. There was an understanding between both parties, an understanding that made both feel their decision of getting married felt like the right choice.
'I promise you Renji, I have not only married you out of necessity but of choice as well.'
What that choice entailed, was something for him to figure out…
Rukia sat quietly at her desk in the 13th squad's lieutenant's office. Writing in her personal diary to pass the free time she had left, before heading home to Renji.
Ichigo wasn't coming back, he would die as a human come to the soul society and forget everything. That was the reassurance that held me steadfast recently. The choice to hurt him and make him live his life in the world of the living like he originally should have. It felt like the right thing to do, granted she did imagine if I hadn't called Renji on that day. What my life could have been like now, being with Ichigo hoping that the child would be his. Exactly what Renji had to deal with. Both situations would have been of a similar nature.
He was too young to take responsibility for what they had done. He- It would be disastrous, he lacked maturity and the grandeur to deal with such a mess…
Neither did Renji- Both are complete fools, but Ichigo…
Ichigo.
I don't know what he would've done if I had told him, he sacrificed too much for everyone and not for himself. This was a sacrifice I made for him. I know who the child belongs to, telling wouldn't have solved anything. He couldn't make the sacrifice to move here in the first place. His life belongs there, not here.
Maybe one day when you die and eventually remember, then I will tell you. But that child wouldn't be yours at all.
That is what I'm hoping for.
When the time comes for this child to be born, it will not be a Kurosaki. That would certainly help that thick headed fool to calm down at home. I know that he knows, but surely this would be enough for him to commit and not stray.
I am just glad that his decision to visit me that day, spontaneously helped in the measure of making his decision for him.
Bet that fool won't realise what he did, changing the course of the future. Making a sacrifice someone else couldn't.
In 70 years time when his body begins to fail and decides to join us here, then everything will be fixed.
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In the Months leading to her birth, no communication was attempted by either party. Living in their 'happy,' lives without having to bring up the past which haunted them. Ichigo had only started dating Orihime post Rukia's wedding, seeing as Orihime was constantly up and down checking on her best friend, after the birth. Everytime she went, the invitation was open for Ichigo. Shot down.
Every.
Single .
Time .
He was trying to forget her. It was a lot easier for him to do so. He had come to discover a quote that soon became his mantra, he repeated to himself. In moments of remembrance. "You made a fool of me, But these broken dreams have got to end."
Day by day, week by week. His repressed self slowly sheds its cocoon as the bright young man who he was originally came forth through again. Now in his immaculate maturity, he was ready to walk a path he was certain was the best. He couldn't be happier.
However, he wouldn't know how cruel the future would be to him a second time...
That's it for the 3rd chapter!
Bit of a step back seeing how the second one finished.
Wanted to give perspectives to the people that needed one.
more to come in chapter 4
