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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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6
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4
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Chapter 2
“Shiro’s pregnant? Are you sure that’s what the blood test says?”
“I don’t believe it either,” Hanataro said. “But that’s what I’m seeing.”
"I can’t be pregnant, ya nut,” Shiro stated. “I’m a Hollow. And a male hollow to boot. It’s impossible.”
“Actually, it’s quite possible.”
The three men jumped and turned around, startled by the soft voice behind them. Standing in the doorway was Fourth Company’s Captain Unohana. She smiled benignly at them, pushing back her long black braid.
“Hollows above the Gillian class have been known to mate and give have children before,” Unohana said. “Both females and males can give birth, so your situation isn’t all that unusual.”
“Really? So this has happened before?“ Hanataro asked.
“Oh yes. Though the ‘father’ has never been a Soul Reaper before, of course,” she said with a quiet chuckle, smiling at Ichigo who promptly blushed.
“Great. Nine months of morning sickness,” Shiro moaned. “That’s gonna be fun.”
“Three months. A hollow pregnancy is only a third of the time a human’s would take,” Unohana told him. “If you’re three weeks along, then you have just over two months to wait.”
“Finally, some good news,” Shiro said. “So is there anything else or can we go home now?”
********
After the check-up, Unohana had ordered a gigai to be built for Shiro. Living in the human realm would be much easier if Shiro wasn’t invisible to average people. The gigai looked just like him, but with a tan and without the black sclera or blue tongue. The gigai makers wanted to make Shiro’s hair black, but both he and Ichigo insisted on it remaining white. Anyone with a strong sixth sense would be able to see past the gigai and see his true form. But to everyone else he’d look completely normal.
Two weeks had since past, and it seemed like everyone Ichigo knew had learned that Shiro was pregnant. Every day one of his friends stopped by to congratulate them. The reactions had ranged from non-interest to embarrassing showers of affection. The worst of which was a simultaneous from both Ichigo’s father Isshin and the Tenth Company lieutenant Rangiku. The chestnut-haired lieutenant had glomped Shiro and nearly suffocated him in her overly-ample chest. Isshin had glomped onto his son, pounding Ichigo’s back while crying and shouting how his son had become a man. He kept it up until Ichigo lost his temper and punched Isshin in the nose. Ichigo shuddered remembering it.
“Hey King, I’m hungry.”
“So go eat something. You need me to feed you?”
“There’s nothin’ in the fridge. Nothin’ in the cabinets either.”
“You ate all the food in the house already?” Ichigo asked incredulously. “I just went grocery shopping two days ago.”
“I can‘t help it. I’m hungry, and when I get hungry I eat,” Shiro whined. “This kid inside me is like a black hole.”
Ichigo just sighed and shook his head in exasperation. If Shiro kept eating like this, then Ichigo would go broke before the baby was born, buying food every other day. Knowing it was useless to try to scold or argue with the pregnant hollow, Ichigo got up from doing his homework and went into the kitchen. Scrounging around in the cupboards finally produced a can of chicken noodle soup for Shiro to eat.
“You realize this is ridiculous, right?” Ichigo grumbled. “I can’t keep on-”
Both men jumped at the shrill shriek of Ichigo’s Substitute Soul Reaper badge. Grabbing it automatically, Ichigo became a Soul Reaper and ran outside, leaving his soulless body to crumple to the floor. He jumped onto the roof of the dorm-house and began scanning the sky for threats.
“See anything? “Shiro, who had remained on the ground, called up to him.
“Not a thing. There’s nothing up here.”
“That’s because you’re looking in the wrong place,” a strange voice rang out.
Ichigo jerked in surprise and spun around, just in time to see a Cero Blast heading straight for him. He managed to dodge it at the last second, feeling the sting of the spiritual pressure as it whizzed by. Ichigo looked around wildly until his spotted the man who had fired the blast.
He was a good 6 feet tall, wearing a white uniform. His jacket was open, showing a long scar that ran down his chest and a hole that pierced his stomach. A tattoo of the number 6 could be seen on the side of his abdomen. Deadly blue eyes glared at Ichigo under a mop of equally blue hair.
“Grimmjow!”
“I don’t believe it either,” Hanataro said. “But that’s what I’m seeing.”
"I can’t be pregnant, ya nut,” Shiro stated. “I’m a Hollow. And a male hollow to boot. It’s impossible.”
“Actually, it’s quite possible.”
The three men jumped and turned around, startled by the soft voice behind them. Standing in the doorway was Fourth Company’s Captain Unohana. She smiled benignly at them, pushing back her long black braid.
“Hollows above the Gillian class have been known to mate and give have children before,” Unohana said. “Both females and males can give birth, so your situation isn’t all that unusual.”
“Really? So this has happened before?“ Hanataro asked.
“Oh yes. Though the ‘father’ has never been a Soul Reaper before, of course,” she said with a quiet chuckle, smiling at Ichigo who promptly blushed.
“Great. Nine months of morning sickness,” Shiro moaned. “That’s gonna be fun.”
“Three months. A hollow pregnancy is only a third of the time a human’s would take,” Unohana told him. “If you’re three weeks along, then you have just over two months to wait.”
“Finally, some good news,” Shiro said. “So is there anything else or can we go home now?”
********
After the check-up, Unohana had ordered a gigai to be built for Shiro. Living in the human realm would be much easier if Shiro wasn’t invisible to average people. The gigai looked just like him, but with a tan and without the black sclera or blue tongue. The gigai makers wanted to make Shiro’s hair black, but both he and Ichigo insisted on it remaining white. Anyone with a strong sixth sense would be able to see past the gigai and see his true form. But to everyone else he’d look completely normal.
Two weeks had since past, and it seemed like everyone Ichigo knew had learned that Shiro was pregnant. Every day one of his friends stopped by to congratulate them. The reactions had ranged from non-interest to embarrassing showers of affection. The worst of which was a simultaneous from both Ichigo’s father Isshin and the Tenth Company lieutenant Rangiku. The chestnut-haired lieutenant had glomped Shiro and nearly suffocated him in her overly-ample chest. Isshin had glomped onto his son, pounding Ichigo’s back while crying and shouting how his son had become a man. He kept it up until Ichigo lost his temper and punched Isshin in the nose. Ichigo shuddered remembering it.
“Hey King, I’m hungry.”
“So go eat something. You need me to feed you?”
“There’s nothin’ in the fridge. Nothin’ in the cabinets either.”
“You ate all the food in the house already?” Ichigo asked incredulously. “I just went grocery shopping two days ago.”
“I can‘t help it. I’m hungry, and when I get hungry I eat,” Shiro whined. “This kid inside me is like a black hole.”
Ichigo just sighed and shook his head in exasperation. If Shiro kept eating like this, then Ichigo would go broke before the baby was born, buying food every other day. Knowing it was useless to try to scold or argue with the pregnant hollow, Ichigo got up from doing his homework and went into the kitchen. Scrounging around in the cupboards finally produced a can of chicken noodle soup for Shiro to eat.
“You realize this is ridiculous, right?” Ichigo grumbled. “I can’t keep on-”
Both men jumped at the shrill shriek of Ichigo’s Substitute Soul Reaper badge. Grabbing it automatically, Ichigo became a Soul Reaper and ran outside, leaving his soulless body to crumple to the floor. He jumped onto the roof of the dorm-house and began scanning the sky for threats.
“See anything? “Shiro, who had remained on the ground, called up to him.
“Not a thing. There’s nothing up here.”
“That’s because you’re looking in the wrong place,” a strange voice rang out.
Ichigo jerked in surprise and spun around, just in time to see a Cero Blast heading straight for him. He managed to dodge it at the last second, feeling the sting of the spiritual pressure as it whizzed by. Ichigo looked around wildly until his spotted the man who had fired the blast.
He was a good 6 feet tall, wearing a white uniform. His jacket was open, showing a long scar that ran down his chest and a hole that pierced his stomach. A tattoo of the number 6 could be seen on the side of his abdomen. Deadly blue eyes glared at Ichigo under a mop of equally blue hair.
“Grimmjow!”