After a few mindless beatings and fighting back everyone had somewhat settled down in a large circle, Which bothered Orihime, 'Since when did my house become a shinigami hotel?' , The questions came out. First by Hanataro, who was granted permission to come by Unohana.
"..Rukia, Did it hurt?" He softly mentioned out to her. At first she didn't know what the hell was going on, she was pretty spaced out from watching Ichigo and Renji beat each other. "Oh! You mean did it hurt? Well not really, I mean.. At first, Well actually it hurt for a while, even a couple of days. I think he was too rough or maybe jus-- mph" Fortunately Orihime covered her mouth because an embarrassed Ichigo would have to suffer a hell of alot more if she continued. "Kuchiki-san, That's not what he uh .. he meant." Her eyes widen "Really? But.. He asked if it hurt? And it did! He was really rough at first." A small rosey blush rised on her cheeks and she shook her head, "No, no.. Ah.. Hanataro, it.. doesn't hurt for awhile." Replying more informational to him.
While she alone spoke to Hanataro about the stages, Hitsugaya's eyes looked over to Ichigo, "So, what do you plan to do about this?" What does he plan to do about it? Well, he didn't quite know. Infact he hasn't told any other soul about it, besides Orihime, who told Ishida and Tatsuki. He did plan to tell his father, After a few more beatings and lectures. "What do you mean?" That wasn't the right thing the answer, but it was the best he could. Actually, no, it was the obvious answer, But he wasn't just going to abandon her and leave. Oh hell no, he couldn't do that. He trembled at the very thought of leaving her alone, and pregnant. Byakuya would personally cut off more than his head and with Aizen still alive made him more sure he couldn't leave her. No, he just couldn't, Couldn't?! He wouldn't. Before Hitsugaya could continue Matsumoto jumped in, "I suggest that we.. Drink in celebration!" Matsumoto declared, holding up various bottles of sake and other types of acohol she bought. Hitsugaya scoled her, "This is not the time for drinking." But hours later she managed to even get him to have a few to many, and probably everyone else in that damn apartment room. Ichigo didn't drink though, as much as they wrapped their arms around him, completely wasted, and shoved their drinks in his face he needed to keep sober, especially for her and he was underage. Very underage.
The scene was more than uberly disguting to him. Ikkaku and Renji who had a who has the bigger ego contest were officially passed out on the floor, and Matsumoto and Orihime continously cheered and whoo'ed at Kira who began a stripping routine. So, shinigami's strip? Unfortunately for Ichigo, Byakuya remained sober and upmost pissed at his lieutenant for his stupid ass acting. When he looked around more, there was one person missing. Which sent his protective nerve in a panic. Maybe she was hurt?! Maybe she gone into labor?! Wait no, how many months was it? He thought to himself while walking around to find her sitting, eating. He stood abit far distance, and when she looked up at him they locked in a stare. So this was the one he loved. The not so small any more, woman who had a mouth full of ice cream and curry. His eyes silently told her I missed you while she answered back silently I missed you too and when he got a good look at what was in the bowl he immediately snatched it away. "What the hell? Is it even healthy for you to eat-- This!" She reached out and fought with him to get the heavenly tasting food back, "I told you, There is nothing wrong with what I put in my mouth." He blushed. Maybe he was alittle perverted.
"Oh, OH, Riii, Hiiiimeeee" Matsumoto called. "Ra.. Ra..N-n-ni.. Ah ga.. Ukk, kuu.. Wha whooooo kuku?" A dazed and confused Orihime answered back as she slouched on the couch unaware of what's happening. A drunken Kira began blurting out all his feelings and emotions which sent Orihime and Matsumoto into a high pitched laughter, Actually. They didn't know what was so funny, they just knew he was stripping. "Oi, Ori he hi my eh-- Hey, HEY! Lady. Hey, bitch, Hahah.." Renji called out to both. "H-how. How do yo--ou. Ah, uh. Carry those 'round?" Pointing to her chest. Orihime let out an offened gasp while Matsumoto shoved his face in them nearly suffercating him. "Well we ah.. Uh.." She replyed back for Orihime. Kira, who's melancholy act was ignored, wrapped his arms around Matsumoto's waist and rubbed his cheek against his back, "Oh, I muh goin tah fill low yah fer eva." She laughed helplessly at the ticklish feeling and his slurred speech which she couldn't make out.
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Within the next few weeks her bump become slightly bigger and her moods got worse. Especially towards, Byakuya and Renji.
"Shut up, Shut up! Your always on my ass! Do this, do that. I can take care of myself pretty damn good! And when the hell did I needed to be so noblely" Noblely? Was that even a word? Oh she didn't care. "Rukia, stop this foolishness." Foolishness?! It took all her strength to hold back from giving her own brother a good beating, but this time she couldn't help it. She grabbed the nearest bowl and flung it at Byakuya, who dogded without second thought. So maybe it wasn't good to test her patience. Next were empty sake bottles that came at both faster than Renji could move. He yelped out when he was struck with one, And Rukia would've stopped to comfort him and apologize had she not been so mad. Byakuya evetually got a hold of her arms lifting them in the air so that she couldn't fight back and bite his, almighty luxurious skin, But when Ichigo and Orihime came in to see what was breaking and who was dying-- of course that's what they thought since they knew well not to mess with her, Rukia broke out of her brothers grip and wrapped her arms around Ichigo while breaking into tears. He couldn't do more than comfort her because fighting with them is like a death match. He hand stroked her backing lovingly while her face nuzzled into his chest. She wasn't that tall, hell she was nearly as short as Hitsugaya, but she did feel safe and that's all she needed. His head lowered and his mouth brushed against her neck. "Crazy bitch! What the hell are ya thinkin?!" Renji yelled out at her while Orihime tended to the wound she made with the sake bottle. Rukia immediately threw him a death glare and he silenced himself before she killed him.
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" Ow Ow Ow, S-stop, Stop! You're going to fast! Please, No more! " She whined.
"How's this?" Making his motions slower.
"Ohhh" She moaned. After the stress Rukia had, Ichigo sat her down and rubbed her back. She was more sensitive to anyone's touch now. Her feet were swollen, she always wanted to cry, and she ate way more than before. He mouth moved against her neck and he intoxicated her scent. He hadn't touched her like this for awhile, and now they were finally alone. He pushed her down, lying her back on the floor as soft as her could, he lifted up her shirt and placed his ear on her stomach listening to what was becoming his child. He wanted to comfort her, protect her, and make all her fears go away. He was nervous, really nervous. As she drifted off into a sleep he could hear her heart beat and her breath soften. Wow.
'Aye King, What with the rain clearing up? Where's your loathing ass mind at?' The hollow scowled, leaning next to him. 'Oi King, Looks like you've been doing some work 'ere ' He growled lowly. Instantly he pulled Rukia into his arms, expecting her to sense his hollow's presence and wake up. "What do you want?" He scowled at him, his protective feelings for Rukia running uncontrolablely. Luckily he managed not to immediately attack his hollow right at the moment. 'Hey King, What the hell? I'm not gonna hurt her. That fuckin' rain is annoying, you think I want that? But, I might hurt the others. I might show you what really protection is you shinigami bitch.' Damn, He would've went into his soul reaper form right there for his hollow just saying that. 'Ya know, I never thought it'd be her, To be honest I didn't think it would be anyone, Your pansy ass is 'ah caught in your worthless self too much to give ah damn 'bout anyone.' He stepped closer and reached out his hand to pat her stomach only to pull his hand away when he pulled her closer. King, You really are a bitch.' He laughed hysterically, criticizing what Ichigo called protecting her. When her eyes flickered open the hollow pulled back and dissappeared, her eyes fell again, and he relaxed.
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"Oo rii hiii meeee!" Rangiku cried, halfly bored out of her mind. "Oo rii hiii meeee!" After a few minutes Orihime had joined her own the couch with a bowl of popcorn, "Gomen, I didn't mean to make you wait so long!" She threw a few glances around the room, "Ah, Kuchiki-san? Are you going to watch the movie with us?" The bathroom door creaked open "No, t-that's alright." Rukia called back closing it again, and throwing her back against the wall. She felt awkwardly strange, and really afraid. She shook her head and sat on the edge of the bathtub moving her hands forward and running them through the water. She quickly rose up at the sight that appeare before her.
"..Ah, Rukia, It's been a while, Look how you've grown!" He grinned. Her knees began a violent tremble and she felt as if she was going to fall. "What's wrong?" He asked grabbing her elbows. "You look scared! Oh my, You've really grown, How many months is it now? Five? " She tried managing the words that choked in her throat while his hand grazed her stomach. "Oh dear, You really need to be treated more properly." Her eyes widen, She hated him, she hated him so much. Gin Ichimaru smirked "What do you think Aizen?" Where were they coming from? How could they pass Inoue and Rangiku? Better yet, What did they want? She'd be damned if she cried out and begged for help. "What is it you want?" Aizen smirked, "Well Kuchiki Rukia, that's not very welcoming, Is it Gin? Don't you offer guests a drink, or welcome them happily?" He questioned closing her in against the corner. "Don't toy with me." He laughed lightly, "Of course not. Why would I mess with something precious? Messing with it might result in breaking it." His finger pointing to the unnoticed wound he had inflicted on her arm. Her hand rushed up and covered the new bloodstained wound.
"Dear, Don't worry, We just need you to come with us tomorrow. We'll allow you to say your goodbyes, Don't worry, You'll see them again, But.. That child." She removed her hand from the wound and swat at him. "Don't you dare touch me." She growled. "No intention to, Don't ya worry though, We'll be back tomorrow, Please though, Have everyone come and welcome our return." and with those single words he slipped away. She threw her back against the wall, hissing at the incredible pain that formed. Hearing the banging against the wall Orihime knocked on the door, "Kuchiki-san. Are you okay?" She asked from outside the door. She threw her head back, knocking it against the wall while her toes started curling, she began rising her body off the floor which was half covered in a pool of blood. This was serious, she needed to tend to her wound quickly without Orihime or Matsumoto noticing.
2 hours passed and she had yet to heal her wound. Everything became faint and somewhat of a blur. A black image shifted infront of her, it turned around and kneeled holding out its hand. She threw her head the other way and scoffed, 'I don't need help. Especially help from a figment of my imagination.' The black image tilted its head pulling its hand back. 'Why are you still here? I told you to go away.' That image was just as stubborn as him. It stood up and it looked like it examined the area, The bloody area. It lowered its hand again. This time she looked up and the image was clearer than before.
She stumbled out of the bathroom, hitting the wall infront of her and turning around so he back was against it. huffhuff. Her breath was weakening, she needed to heal her wounds, but she needed to go, go far and out of reach for them, for him. "Kuchiki-san!" Orihime cried jumping up to tend to Rukia's opening wound. "No. Stay back." She said more colder than ever. As weak as she was becoming she headed towards the front door there being halted by Orihime who had grabbed her elbow. "Please Kuchiki-san, Your hurt!" With another cold stare Rukia swat away Orihime's grip. "Don't." The coldness in her voice was enough to make Matsumoto tremble. Orihime glanced over to a silent stricken Matsumoto, when she caught eyes with her she motioned Orihime to the phone.
By the time Rukia had made it to the River she kneeled down. Her left half of her clothes soaking and drenched in blood. She bit on her lip holding back a hiss as she lifted up the shirt to examine the scar. Maybe this was a bad idea. Aizen and Gin weren't stupid, without her there they'd have th- no they wouldn't. They'd have to fight every one. Nii-sama, Renji.. Ichigo. Her head lowered as tears ran down her cheeks. No, she shouldn't cry. She was glad, Glad this wound wasn't somewhere else. Or on someone else.
The sound of foot steps weren't far, but with the condition she was in they were very faint. huffhuff. She stood up, they were coming, they were all coming. Apprehension began to take over. She took a few steps forward, trying not to slip, until she made it to the edge of the cliff where the river roared beneath her. She looked up and saw the black shape, it waved. It held out its hand. She shook her head to it. It nodded and pulled its hand back.
Her arm was stricken with a stronger pain, She turned around and looked the spikey orange haired boy holding her from going off the cliff. "Rukia." He whispered lovingly as ever.
She smiled reaching with both hands to hold his face. Ichigo looked at her with desprate eyes, her hands slipped down to his shoulder's leaving a trail of her blood on him. She used all her force to fiercely push him back making him fall hard on the floor and stare up wide eyes at the girl he still loved who had pushed him away now. With a few steps back and a loud splash he cried out.
"Kuchiki-san!" Orihime cried, desprately jumping forward prepared to jump in as well as Renji who'd eyes widen in disbelief. It took the force of Ikkaku, Hanataro, and Kira to hold Renji from jumping in while Byakuya stared in shock that even she jumped in. Hitsugaya ran over to the edge, She hadn't floated to the top. There was no site of her. Matsumoto comforted Orihime, who started to cry at the fact of losing her friend.
The sky darkened.
Ichigo sat there, helpless like a lost child, in total denial, disbelief and any other word that would explain his heart racing and his mind telling him its a bad dream.
"Your pathetic King, You can't even protect her." The hollow scowled, standing next to him. "What, oh what to do." He growled lowly at the rain drops that began falling, He hissed when one touched his skin. It was like acid, and he fucking hated it. Ichigo stared down at his hands. Maybe he was pathetic.
"Well King, ya' betta get to trainin if your weak pansy ass self is gonna even bother save her." the hollow sighed, hoping to clear up the sky.
Ichigo looked up. "Oh, Okay."
' ..its cold.. really cold.. and blue.. '