Prize of Victory

Warnings: Sex, mentions of torture

It had definitely been an interesting day at the office. From the clean up of three completely pulverized Arrancar to discovering Karin’s pregnancy. Children were rare in soul society, and now one of the prisoners had gotten knocked up by their captors.

Unohana, like so many others, was uncertain if it was even possible for Arrancar to breed outside their race. Even within their own race pure born Hollow children were exceptionally rare, nigh unheard of.

The Doctor part of her was highly intrigued, the woman side was terrified of what she was now forced to do. She had to report the successful pregnancy to her husband.

“Welcome home, Unohana-sama.” Gin greeted her with his usual smile as she walked through the front gates of the palace Aizen had built.

“Good evening, Gin.” She greeted softly. “Has our lord returned for the evening as of yet?”

“No, but he has sent orders up.” Gin answered as he fell into step behind her.

“I see.” She sighed.

There were dozens of servants in the palace, but only one was permitted to serve her and be in her presence. It was her choice, and the only thing she had not bent on to Aizen when he had bluntly informed her she would be his wife and provide him with an Heir.

What he needed an Heir for now that he was a god was beyond anyone’s understanding, but no one was going to argue. She really didn’t have a choice. Aizen had more than enough power to contain and rape her to his absent heart’s content should he desire.

She had agreed to be his wife in exchange for the lives of her division and Gin. The silver haired man had been tortured to almost death numerous times and his screams still haunted her at night on occasion.

Amused, Aizen had agreed to spare their lives if she willingly came to his bed. Some days she wondered if she hadn’t condemned Gin at least to a fate worse than death. Aizen still tortured the man when the mood arose, but true to his word wouldn’t let him die.

Gin, despite having been broken, still smiled with his eyes closed just like always, as if nothing had changed. But anyone who knew him well would notice he walked with shoulders down now and his once fox like grace was no longer present; the product of having his bones snapped, shattered and even surgically removed before being replaced once.

Gin was the only one Aizen would permit to serve her, and he had explicit instructions on how she was to be served. He even had to consume her food before she did to make sure no one attempted to poison her when she could probably detect any poison long before he could.

No servant other then Gin was permitted in her small wing of the palace; so he even had to make sure everything was keep clean, the private garden tended and that the laundry made it down to the cleaners.

“What plans does my husband have for me tonight?” She asked as they headed towards her wing of the palace.

“The usual.” Gin answered, falling into step behind her.

The few servants they passed bowed and stepped to the side as she walked down the halls.

“Of course.” She sighed.

So it would be bath, bed, dinner, bed. A typical night indeed. Guards slid open the doors for her with a deep bow as she passed them and they were slid closed behind her. Eventually they reached the solid mahogany doors that lead to her private chambers.

The two guards, both Arrancar, opened the doors for them and they closed behind her with a loud boom that always reminded her of a prison cell being shut and locked. It was more annoying to her, but every time those doors closed Gin visibly shivered.

She made her way straight to the large bathing chamber just off of the sitting room. It was no regular bathroom with a shower and tub, but rather a series of pools surrounded by exotic plants and flowers built just for her. Most of the flowers were Bell Flowers, the symbol of her division, but others were around to accent them.

As much as she despised Aizen, she had to admit his taste in decoration was astonishing and when he had presented her with her wing of the palace, she had to admit he definitely knew how to impress. She had been speechless both during and after the small tour.

She shed her uniform to the floor, not in the least bit disturbed at her nudity as she stepped into the first pool on the lowest tier. The water was warm, not hot, but pleasant and flowed to just above her waist. She sank down and let it flow around her, closing her eyes and trying to let the stress wash away.

A second later she heard the water splash behind her as Gin joined her in the water. She sighed and remained still while his long fingers started to un-braid her hair.

“How was your day?” He asked cheerfully.

“Interesting.” She admitted.

“Oh?” He asked with a clear hint of intrigue.

If Gin was permitted to leave the Palace unaccompanied by either herself or Aizen, she didn’t know about it. As far as she knew the only time he left the Palace at all was during the Annual Claim Meeting. Any outside information he got he got from her or from overhearing the other servants. He wasn’t permitted to speak to them and they were instructed to only speak to him when passing on Kami’s orders.

She shivered as she recalled what Aizen had done to him the last time he had spoken to a servant. His neck had been bright blue and black for a month and he hadn’t been able to speak for two weeks.

“Do you remember the two young girls Harribel-san found still alive in the town?”

“You mean those twin sisters related to Ichigo-kun?” He asked.

“Indeed.”

“Didn’t Grimmjow take them?”

“He did. I met one of them today.”

“This does sound interesting.”

Her hair was un-braided now and the conversation paused briefly while Gin used a vase to pour water over her head to soak her hair before his fingers returned to massage the shampoo into her scalp.

“It would seem they have grown up a bit. I met the black haired one, Karin.”

“I remember her. Had a fire in her eyes just like Ichigo-kun.”

“It’s still there. She was in because she believed she was pregnant.”

The hands in her hair froze briefly before quickly returning to their task.

“Oh? What a strange thing to believe.”

At this she sighed. The conversation paused once more as her hair was rinsed and Gin started to massage the conditioner in. They sat in silence for a little while longer, the only sounds that of the bubbles from the soap and the water lapping at the edge of the pool.

After about a minute Gin’s hands paused again.

“She was!” He suddenly exclaimed. “Grimmjow is going to be a daddy?” He suddenly chuckled.

“Indeed. Her reiatsu has grown in the last few years.”

“I still can’t believe Grimmjow of all people is going to be a father. Wait, does Ichigo-kun know his rival knocked up his sister yet?” Gin suddenly asked.

“I have no idea how he would find out. As far as I know there has been no word from those that managed to escape.”

She stood still as Gin’s hand disappeared from her hair and returned shortly with a soap soaked cloth as he began to scrub her body clean.

It had left them both uncomfortable for the first year, and not just because Aizen would stand there to watch, instruct, and punish when he felt his instructions were being ignored. Gin was expected to clean every crevice and creek of her body, and so help him if Aizen found a part of her he deemed not clean enough.

They went though this phase in silence and didn’t speak again until after her hair was once more rinsed and she retreated to the pool up a level. This one was warmer and once more she was scrubbed from head to toe, every inch of her skin seen and attended to, her nails scrubbed clean, and hair giving one more quick wash.

“I suppose you have to tell Aizen-kami about this, won’t you?” Gin was the one to break the silence.

“I do not relish it, but I do have to inform him. He gave explicit instructions that if any cross race pregnancies were to occur I was to report it.”

“Poor girl. Who knows what kind of experiments Aizen-kami will have Szayel run on her.”

“None I hope. Stress is not good for a new mother, especially one as young as her. Still, it’s strange she conceived so quickly where others have not.”

“Maybe she got a bit of Hollow blood in her, just like Ichigo-kun?”

“Perhaps. Her human blood could be a factor as well.”

She moved out of the middle pool and stood still while Gin tied her hair up in a bun before settling down into the third pool, this one filled with scented oil and flowers that would leave her skin smooth and smelling like Aizen’s favourite perfume.

Gin settled down beside her and she handed over her hand. He rested it on a floating pillow and set about trimming her nails and essentially giving her a full manicure. Aizen expected his wife to be perfect at all times.

They sat in silence and she let herself relax as much as she could. It had been a long day and she was not looking forward to reporting Karin’s pregnancy. She dozed as Gin finished caring for her, his hands long since experts at their tasks.

A small bell rang and both stiffened briefly before identical sighs of resignation escaped them. That was the sign Aizen had left the office and would be arriving soon. Both climbed out of the pool and she stood still while Gin dried her off.

She moved over to the large vanity and tried not to look too hard into the mirror. In the mirror she could see Gin’s equally nude body, but that wasn’t what bothered her. He had nothing she didn’t see daily. What bothered her was how many scares covered it and how thin he was. Aizen had forbidden her from healing any punishment the silver haired man received and she honestly suspected he was being deliberately starved.

Her hair was brushed out and once more re-braided down her back. Her skin was scrubbed one last time with a coarse cloth to insure it’s smoothness before she was redressed in a Yukata of such fine silk she often feared it would just slide off of her body.

Gin dressed himself as well in nothing but a simple, plain, white Yukata made from cotton. He fell into step behind her as they headed towards the Master bedroom. His smile was gone now and both of them walked with a stiffness that several years of this had failed to work out of them as of yet.

The Master bedroom was just off of her own Chambers. It was large, complete with a sizable balcony looking over vast gardens. The view was exquisite and neither one of them could deny Aizen had good taste in such things.

It wasn’t the balcony they headed to, but rather the large bed covered in silk sheets and pillows. The sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping came from outside and it was rather serene, just another of Aizen‘s pretty little lies.

She didn’t sleep in this chamber, for it belonged to her husband, and for that she was grateful. She wasn’t sure how much she we be able to keep up this charade if she was forced to actually sleep with him at night.

In fact, she had been quit shocked that he had let her return to work immediately and not forced her to become a prisoner in her own home like so many others had, like Orihime and Rangiku to name two off of the top of her head she knew of.

Both could feel the overwhelming power of Aizen’s reiatsu as he approached the room him self. She sat on the edge of the bed while Gin moved to the side and kneeled, hands clasped before him with his eyes downcast and closed. No smile touched his lips as he did a good job impersonating a statue.

She could feel her heart hammer in her chest, not so much out of fear for herself, but out of fear for what she would have to tell him about Karin and that he would someway find a blemish on her body that would be taken out on the one kneeling to the side.

Aizen flowed into the room, the door being open and closed by the servants set to guard it.

“Welcome home, husband.” Unohana greeted him. “How was your day?”

“A normal as ever my dear, with one interesting note. There were reports of some of my Arrancar being killed earlier. Please tell me you have the autopsy reports ready and inform me who was responsible.”

“Grimmjow was.” She answered truthfully. “From what I have gathered they tried to Claim his charges.”

“Ah, that would explain it indeed. The girls should almost be old enough to be properly Claimed and prevent another such misfortune. I will have to suggest he do so when I see him again. Lucky for him that it is well known the girls were his, otherwise I would be short another Espada and a new statue would need to be erected.”

As Aizen spoke he removed his clothing, folding it neatly and setting it in the designated spot for the cleaning staff to retrieve when they retreated for dinner. Her eyes followed him the entire time.

“How has your day been?” He asked.

“Interesting.” She admitted.

She felt her heart clench for what she was about to say, and she felt sorrow for the young girl whose life was about to get seriously complicated.

“Oh?” He prompted.

“Karin, one of Grimmjow’s charges, came to me today. I was able to confirm the fact that,” she paused to take a deep breath and pushed one, “she’s pregnant.”

Aizen paused in what he was doing and turned to face her.

“Pregnant?” He asked, a small smile touching his lips. “The father?”

“Grimmjow.” She confirmed what she knew he had already guessed.

His smile widened ever so slightly.

“So we finally have a confirmation. I will expect monthly reports, eventually becoming weekly, on her condition as she gets closer to a delivery. I will have to send her to Szayel as well.” He mused.

“I feel it important to mention that stress is not good for an expecting mother, especially one as young as her. Szayel can be rather intimidating to a young woman.”

“She will be fine I am sure. I will not permit any changes or experiments that might affect her physical being. Observation only. I do not wish any negative affects on the potential child.”

Aizen was now wearing nothing more than a Yukata he had slipped on during the conversation and was approaching her. She felt her heart clench again, only this time the fear was not for Karin.

He seemed to be in a good mood with this new information so hopefully he would not find some fault, either real or imagined, with her body.

“All this talk of children has reminded me of the one thing I still lack. I trust you have not been finding a way to block conceiving without my knowledge?” He questioned.

She felt a bolt of fear race up her spine.

“Of course not, Aizen-kami. You know as well as I do how low conception rates are. It took five years for the first report.” She answered meekly.

“Yes, but giving the age of the one in question, she could not have been sexually active for long.”

“Four to five months, however by her own words the only night‘s she didn’t where when she was on her cycle.”

“I see. Well, there are some woman who have twenty children and others who are lucky to have one. Perhaps Karin-chan is one of the twenty.”

His hand moved to brush her Yukata aside as he settled in front of her. She remained still while he eyed her body as he slowly peeled the clothing aside. She always felt like some kind of piece of meat when he did this, or prized pet.

His fingers felt rough against her skin as he let a hand trail down her arm to capture her hand in his own, bringing it up for inspection. He slowly inspected her whole body and the air was tense as the two prisoners awaited his verdict.

“Prepare her. I will return shortly.” Aizen broke the silence as he suddenly stood and left.

Both of them let out a soft sigh of relief once he was gone. Unohana moved further up the bed and lay down while Gin finally moved from his spot. She stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore the other crawling between her legs.

It was yet another thing she had taken a while to grow accustom to. She shifted slightly as she felt his tongue touch her folds shortly before it sank into her. She stared at the ceiling as his tongue continued to stroke her and thrust into her, spreading as much saliva as he could.

It was more uncomfortable to her then pleasurable. The point wasn’t to pleasure her though, but to make sure Aizen’s entrance into her body would be smooth. Aizen didn’t care rather she enjoyed it or not, hell he didn’t even bother to take the time to get pleasure himself. The only purpose behind this was to try and get her pregnant after all.

She was sure he took pleasure from other woman. In fact she knew he did because she got the leftovers in the 4th the next day. None of them would say who had raped them so violently, but she could feel the traces of his reiatsu in their wounds. She strongly suspected he sent them to her deliberately as a reminder of what he could do to her should he choose to.

The door opened and she looked up to see her husband returning. She could practically feel Gin stiffen between her legs shortly before Aizen tangled his hand in the mans hair and simply tossed him across the room to slam into one of the walls.

Gin let out a small whimper, but otherwise made no other noise as he crumpled to the ground and remained where Aizen had tossed him. Unohana had to force herself not to react to the violence in anyway.

She made damn sure all of her focus was on the man crawling over her body, still wearing his Yukuta, shortly before plunging into her. Her eyes remained locked on his as he began to thrust into her at a steady rate.

She counted each thrust backwards from fifty. At zero she felt him pause as he came inside of her. It was the same every time he took her after coming home from work. He removed himself from her body mere seconds after finishing.

“Hopefully this time we will be more fruitful. I will see you at dinner.” He smiled at her and left, leaving the two of them alone once more.

As soon as she felt his reiatsu retreat a safe distance down the hall she rushed to Gin’s side. The back of his head was red with blood and she quickly probed around the wound.

“Tha hurts.” He mumbled.

It seemed like he had cut himself on something when he collided with the wall. He was actually fine and the damage looked worse than it was, as was typical with head injuries. Still, she didn’t dare do anything for him least it anger her husband.

“We should get you cleaned up.” Gin commented, dragging himself to his feet.

Blood stained his hair pink, but it looked like the cut was already starting to heal. She nodded and rose to her own feet, following him back to the bathroom so they could be cleaned up for dinner.

He left her soaking in the bath momentarily before returning with a cup of tea. Unohana knew her teas well, but this one was unlike any other which she had ever tasted. No matter how much she badgered him, Gin still to this day refused to giver her the recipe with a twinkle in his eye.

/love those that took the time to review. Well, now you all know what happened to Gin. In this story he did try to betray Aizen as he did in the Manga, and failed. We will see Rangiku, but not until later. Her fate is not as horrid as Byakuya's is. He really got the worse deal of them all.

Next chapter: the long awaited Claiming between Grimmjow and Karin.