Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 7

Pregnant



The next round of tests confirmed Unohana’s statements. Rukia and Isane were both now with child. Halibel still showed no signs, but Matsumoto’s results finally came back positive as well.



It was a short lived relief for the woman. They were not removed from their respective masters and Barragan had taken a liking to forcing her to her knees. What was worse was that now she was knocked up he started to share her with his two remaining servants providing she came to no harm that could effect the child.



Isane was re-assigned to one of the new arrancar Aizen had recently created, none of them bothering to learn its name. All it did was check on her on occasion as they were now trusted to walk on their own from their masters rooms to their day room.



It wasn’t like they could escape sealed as they were, and before that permission had been granted Aizen had warned them that any attempts to escape would have him sending Toshiro after them to bring them back, as well as dishing out the punishment.



Bound as he was by the strange and powerful Kidou ritual Aizen had used Toshiro would have no choice BUT to obey. No one wanted to put him in that position. They wondered how much longer Aizen would hold off before forcing Toshiro to start breeding with every female arrancar under his command as he had ordered Byakuya to do the moment Halibel‘s results had come back positive.



Unohana did not envy the young taichou his fate if rescue never came. No, even if they were rescued they would need to find a way to either break the spell or kill Aizen to set Toshiro free. And giving how strong the binding was they would probably have to fight Toshiro at the same time.



Three months of hell had passed. Unohana was starting to feel the effects of being pregnant, as was Rukia. Both suffered from morning sickness and she thanked Kami that Hanataro had been placed in charge of their menus by Aizen’s orders, although she suspected Lilinette had volunteered/begged for the important role, or she doubted she would be able to get anything down.



Mood swings hit Rukia hard. She could go from normal to enraged in three seconds flat. Fortunately her rages didn’t seem to phase Grimmjow at all. In fact he seemed to enjoy them, tossing her Zenpakto to her and letting her go at him with full abandon until she wore herself out and turned into a sopping, crying mess. He would make a retreat then and retrieve Hanataro or Isane to get her to bed.



Matsumoto also suffered morning sickness, and was able to use it to escape the clutches of Barragan and his fraccion from time to time.



It had taken just over two months for Halibel to finally conceive and she was all the more furious for it, flying into mood swings almost at once. Lately they had been forced to put Byakuya back together again on a regular basis as Halibel had a tendency to take her rages out upon him.



Walking down the hall back towards her shared room with Stark, Unohana paused in her thoughts to stare out one of the few windows to the moon lit filled dessert below. It was a long way down but she knew she could make the jump. Stark didn’t even bother to seal her reiatsu anymore. He trusted she would behave and as much as she hated to admit it, it was a well founded trust.



She could not leave her subordinates behind to suffer alone, nor could she force Toshiro into a position where he would have to hunt her down like an animal, like the way Aizen sent him out to drag back any adjucas he could find to turn into more arrancar.



“Greetings, Unohana-san.”



She nearly jumped as Aizen’s voice came from behind her.



“Aizen-sama.” She bowed politely after turning to face him.



“You seem troubled.” He gave her a soft smile.



She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge if he was toying with her or if the concern he emitted was actually genuine. She had a feeling it was 80% the former and 20% the later. Still, he had opened up the floor for her to voice her growing concerns and she was not about to waste the opportunity.



“I am worried about Rangiku-san and Byakuya-san.” She admitted. “I do not know how much more stress Rangiku-san can take before her body gives out on her and sooner or later my own condition will prevent me from being able to heal Byakuya-san of the wounds being inflicted.”



He actually did seem concerned about her report and she wondered how closely he had been following this project or if he had just handed out the orders leaving his Espada to their own devices and accepting whatever reports they gave.



“I see. I will look into it. It would not do well for the project to lose some of its subjects at this time.”



She held the temptation to feel relief that he would look into the torture Rangiku and Byakuya were suffering through. This was the man who raped her fukutachio and tortured Toshiro. He was capable of great evil.



“I notice you seem to be missing an accessory.”



It took her a second to realize what he was referring to and a hand automatically went to her neck.



“Stark-sama deemed it unnecessary as it was becoming troublesome to remove it all the time to tend to the others needs.” She answered. “It has been this way for just over two months now, Aizen-sama.” She answered his unasked question.



“There you are Unohana, I was getting worried.”



Both of them turned to see Lilinette trotting up to them, Hanataro following behind as usual.



“Oh, Aizen-sama, I didn’t know you were here.” She quickly bowed, looking worriedly between the two of them.



Hanataro had dropped to his knees the moment they stopped walking, eyes fixed at Aizen’s feet.



“It seems I have been keeping your Master waiting.” He grinned at her.



She wanted to refute the point, but at the same time realized that he had just confirmed that she was now more or less owned by Stark, like some sort of pet. She had a feeling as long as she was kept in line and pregnant Aizen wouldn’t really care what Stark did with her.



Briefly she wondered if he was permitting the others to claim ownership over their respective targets or if she was an exception because Stark seemed to have such good control over her.



“I trust you have been taking good care of your pet, Lilinette?” Aizen asked with a soft smile.



“Yes Sir.” She snapped to a proud salute.



“Very good, I will have use of him soon.” Aizen smiled as he walked away.



No one moved until after he was gone.



“Scary.” Hanataro stuttered.



“I take it dinner is ready?” Unohana asked sweetly, breaking the scary atmosphere that had settled upon them.



“Huh. Oh yeah. We made something real special tonight, right Dorei-chan?”



“Right.” He agreed.



Unohana smiled softly as she followed behind the two youngster. Lilinette had done wonders for Hanataro’s confidence, just as she had predicted. She still called him ‘Dorei-chan,’ but it was more affectionate then derogatory.



He walked strait now, not hunched over like he use to. He kept his eyes up and went about his tasks with confidence. She was proud of him and she admitted she was proud of Lilinette for bringing him to this point.



After three months she was starting to think of Lilinette like a daughter and the young girl didn’t seem to mind her mothering attitude one bit. If anything she seemed very pleased with it.



It was hard to tell but she was sure Stark was pleased with it as well. Something about receiving less hits to the head now that Lilinette had a different target to focus her attention on. The truth was the young girl was becoming considerably less violent and more like a well mannered girl desperately looking for praise from her.



They arrived back at the room. To her surprise the two youngsters didn’t follow her in but ushered her in, silly grins on their faces that implied they had a surprise waiting for her.



Curious she entered the room, surprised to see the only light came from the ever present crescent moon and several lit candles on the table where dinner was set in a rather fancy fashion.



She sighed and smiled slightly, chuckling at the annoyed expression on Stark\'s face.



“I see they put a lot of work into this.” She said as she joined him at the table.



“Yeah.” Was his answer.



She eyed the finger foods meant to be fed to one another and had to hold back another chuckle at the clear signs Lilinette was trying to get across. This was romantic food meant to be shared between lovers, aka fed to eachother.



“It would be irresponsible of us to at least not enjoy this meal as they put so much work into it.”



He sighed in resignation and nodded in agreement before smiling slightly, something she had never seen him do before. She watched in shock as he served her, presenting her with a full plate.



“Thank you, Stark-sama.” She thanked, bowing her head and offering him a smile.



“My pleasure, I believe is the correct response.”



“Yes, it is.” She chuckled lightly.



He served himself and she waited until he had a full plate before beginning to eat, savoring the meal that had been prepared for them by their subordinates. They ate in silence as there really wasn’t much to talk about.



“Did you want to assist in naming the child, Stark-sama?” Unohana suddenly asked, startling herself with the question that came out of the right field of her brain and past her mouth before she could stop it.



He looked up at her in slight surprise, before declining.



“I have no experience in such things.” He stated.



She nodded in understanding. This would be completely uncharted territory for the hollows. It must have been the worse for Halibel, being the first hollow in known existence to be pregnant, and thus be the first one to ever give birth.



“How long have you knowing Lilinette?”



“We were born together.” He answered. “We became Arrancar at the same time.” He explained when he noticed the look of confusion in her eyes. “How long were you a captain?”



She noticed he used the past tense, but couldn’t bring herself to correct him. It had been so long that it was a guarantee Seireitei had written them off and no doubt the Kuchiki family had already chosen a new head.



“I was taichou of the 4th for just over 300 years.” She admitted. “Isane was my Fukutaicho for just under 100 years and Hanataro is a more recent graduate of the academy.”



“I see.”



They ate in silence again for a few minutes.



“How long after the child is born do you think it will be before another will be tried for?” She asked apprehensively.



“No clue.” Was his answer. “That’s too far away to plan for anything.”



Six months was a long time. There was no telling what would happen in those six months, or the months after the child came. A lot would depend on how the labour went if the child lived long enough to reach that point and what attributes it would came with. The only one who should have a somewhat normal run was Rukia.



“Who is the father of the small one’s?”



She looked up at him in confusion.



“Grimmjow’s reiatsu was no where near her and she was too happy for it to have been forced upon her.” He commented.



Unohana felt fear grip her. If Stark suspected something then there was a good bet Aizen suspected as well. There was a chance he was fishing for information as well, working off of speculation.



The fact she had hesitated and permitted the fear to grip her was more then enough to confirm his suspicions, and she knew it. Setting her chop sticks down she turned her full attention to him.



He wasn’t even looking at her, playing with his food and had his head resting in his other hand. To all appearances he seemed board, as if the subject wasn’t that big of an issue to him. He looked up to lock his gaze with hers shortly after she had set her chopsticks down.



“Curiosity. Rather Aizen-sama knows or suspects is not my concern.”



“Kurosaki Ichigo-san.” She answered quietly.



He actually raised an eye at that.



“So, he did bring her to the human realm after all. I suspected as much.”



He dropped his gaze back to his food and continued to eat. After a moment, she followed his example, wondering if she hadn’t just doomed Rukia. If Aizen found out would he destroy the child before it was even born and force her to breed with one of the other Arrancar, or would he accept the child as Ichigo was a strong, genetic factor?



“Aizen declared today that if the children are born as he expects, he will have us hunt down more ‘breeding stock’ using the white haired boy as bait.”



She felt saddened at the thought. That instead of hollows hunting them down for food they would be hunting them down to be thrown into stables. If ever she thought Aizen was a sadistic bastard, it was now.



“No, not sadistic.” She realized. “He sees himself so far above us now that we are nothing but animals to him. Prized cattle to breed for the best stock. Our children nothing more then hounds to be trained to hunt his enemies down.”



The thought was not pleasant. When Aizen had declared her master was waiting for her, he didn’t mean as in the master of a slave, but rather the master of a dog. She felt despair for the first time truly clench her.



“So we are all nothing more then pets for that mans ambition.” She muttered in despair.



“If you wish to see it that way.”



“Then I should be thankful I have the Master I have.” She stated in a sad and slightly dead voice.



That seemed to catch his attention. He set his chopsticks down, sat up strait and caught her eyes with his own. She never really looked at them before, only now seeing the small flecks of gold and the sincerity she would have never expected out of any version of a hollow.



“I will not permit Aizen to harm you or the child.” He declared firmly.



She stared at him in shock, his eyes boring into hers until she could look no longer.



“Thank you, Stark-sama.” She whispered, a large amount of tension that had unknowingly built up draining away at once.



“Lilinette made me promised that.” He admitted as he returned to his food.



Smiling, and not at all surprised it had been the young girl to have demanded such a thing, she also returned to her meal feeling a little better. At least for herself and her child. Now more then ever she was worried about Byakuya and Rangiku. She couldn’t imagine them being forced to live the rest of their extremely long lives like this if rescue never came.



Eventually they finished eating, having finished the meal in silence. He stood up first and cleared the plates, setting them on a tray left outside the door. Then he simply stripped down and crawled into bed.



She couldn’t help but to smile softly as his even breathing reached her a moment later, indicating he had falling asleep. She recognized a set up a mile away and had no doubt Lilinette was behind it.



“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.” She thought slightly amused. “Poor child, so desperate for a proper family.” She thought sadly.



After blowing out the candles she changed into a night gown before crawling into bed next to him. His breathing changed slightly as he shifted, giving her more room before it evened out again.



With a soft sigh she permitted herself to doze off, forcing her brain to shut down instead of running in circles trying to come up with solutions to problems she could do nothing about.











Things were slowly getting more difficult. As the life inside of them grew, so did their stomachs. To her surprise Aizen did lay down a set of rules on their treatment and it was rare that she had to put anyone back together again.

Byakuya was the worst culprit. Halibel’s mood swings were getting so violent that even Aizen was giving her a wide berth and had authorized for Byakuya to be moved to his own room before she accidentally killed him.



Of course this also caused Aizen to start sending several of the lower ranked female arrancar to him. Byakuya still refused to perform the task Aizen had ordered of him and that annoying drug was a constant in his system.



At first Halibel had starting sparing with Grimmjow, who was always up for a good fight, to burn off her excess, unwanted emotions. Eventually her ferocity even sent him ducking for cover when she was on a rampage. With Rukia now starting to suffer from nausea and other side effects of being with child Grimmjow was quickly finding himself without a sparing partner, at least until the strangest thing happened.



No longer confined to their ‘day room’ they were permitted to wonder around Las Noches five months after their enslavement with the exception of some closed off areas, such as Aizen’s bedroom. Taking the chance to get out of the room they decided to do some exploring and maybe find a way to escape.



“This place is like a white tomb.” Rukia grumbled.



“I don’t understand why it is so big. Even before the war there were not that many Arrancar to fill this place up.” Rangiku agreed.



Unohana and Byakuya both stopped walking at the same time as they caught the faint sound of blades crossing. Since they were in the lead of the small party they were nearly ran over by the others.



“Is something wrong, Unohana-san?” Isane asked from her place in the back.



“Perhaps.” Unohana answered softly as they followed the sound of clashing blades towards their source.



Rounding a corner they came across the curious sight of Lilinette and Hanataro sparing. Both had a long way to go and it was rather sad to watch. It was like watching the blind leading the deaf.



“I knew he wasn’t that good with a blade and he was always forgetting his Zanpakto, but this is just sad.” Isane sighed.



“Their skills leave something to be desired.” Byakuya agreed.



“If only the other arrancar had been so incompetent.” Rangiku agreed.



Unohana silently agreed with the statements and was about to call for the two youngsters to halt before they accidentally hurt each other when she was stopped by another voice.



“There you are, Shinigami.”



They all turned to see Grimmjow stalking up to them, his gaze locked on Rukia until he came to the opening and glanced over to see the two youngsters attempting to spar.



He scowled when he saw how pathetic they were doing and before anyone could blink he was stalking up to them barking commands.



“Oi, get that tip up. For the love of hell, stop retreating and stand your ground boy. What kind of swing was that, you swing with your whole body, not just rotate your wrist. Stop, just stop.”



The two combatants grounded to a halt and stared up at him, one with barely suppressed rage/annoyance, the other with fear/embarrassment before dropping to a bow before his superior.



“Who asked for your help?” Lilinette snapped. “We were doing just fine.”



Grimmjow barked a laughter.



“A human child could beat you with skills like that.” He taunted.



“Grrr. I’ll show you.” Lilinette barked as she lunged at him.



“Lilinette-sama, wait.” Hanataro called out in shock.



Grimmjow merely stepped to the side as she went flying past to land in the dust. Getting up and stomping her food in annoyance, she lunged at him again, blade leading the way. Again he side stepped, leaving her to crash into the dirt a second time.



It continued for another minute before he grew board and simply caught her blade with one bare hand, the other stuffed in a pocket and a look of annoyance on his face.



“I could crush you like a bug.” He snorted.



“Ano, please don’t Grimmjow-sama.” Hanataro pleaded softly, causing the Espada to turn his glare to Hanataro.



Unohana left the group of watchers and entered the room, ready to intervene on her subordinates defense if need be.

Lilinette was jerking on her blade and growling out curses as she tried to pry it from Grimmjow’s grasp with no success.



“Lilinette-san, please refine from such language.” Unohana requested softly as she approached them.



A flush lit the young girls face as she suddenly realized they had a full audience, but she didn’t stop from trying to get her blade free, jerking and grunting with effort before giving up.



“Damn it Grimmjow, give my me sword back.” She huffed, slamming her foot onto the ground repeatedly in rage.



He turned his attention back to her and smirked, before tossing it to her. She gasped and fumbled before managing to catch the blade without cutting herself.



“Bastard.” She growled.



“Lilinette-san.” Unohana reproached again.



Grumbling under her breath, the girl finally forced herself to stand up strait, and with a look on her face like she had swallowed a frog, apologized for her language.



Grunting, Grimmjow waved her off before gathering Rukia and leaving. Somehow it happened again the next day. The two of them were found sparing in some random training room as the ‘adults’ searched and mapped out the lay out of the place. Grimmjow would show up to gather Rukia, see how pathetic the two kids were doing and start barking orders.



Hanataro was the first to start obeying them, rather out of habit, fear or both no one bothered to ask. By following those orders he got a hit in on a shocked Lilinette. It was after that she started to obey them as well.



Somehow it kept happening. He would show up sooner and sooner, barking orders and insults until the end of one day when he actually ordered them to show up at a specific time to try and beat some actual skill into their skulls, all the while muttering about how he was wasting his time with them.



“Grrr. I hate him. Who does he think he is, giving me orders. I don’t answer to him.” Lilinette growled as they three of them returned to Stark\'s room for the evening meal.



“Grimmjow-sama is helping us, Lilinette-sama.” Hanataro pointed out.



“Shut it, Dorei-chan.”



“Lilinette-san, that is no way for a lady to behave.” Unohana admonished. “And Hanataro is right, Grimmjow-sama is going out of his way to help you. You should be thankful he is taking the time to show you how to properly wield a blade.”



Lilinette sighed, but Unohana was right. She always was.



“I bet you could do better.” She grouched.



“My path is not that of the blade.” She responded with a smile.



“But you have a Zanpakuto.” She pointed out.



“Yes, but it is a healing one.” She explained.



“Can I see?” She asked hopefully.



“You would need to ask Aizen-sama to return it to me.” She answered.



“Oh. Well, he’s still not my boss.” She pouted.



They arrived back to Stark\'s room, Lilinette and Hanataro heading back to their room to snag a shower and change. Unohana had insisted if Lilinette was going to join them at the table then she would be wearing appropriate clothing instead of the shorts and undone vest she preferred. It had taken some work, but now she was at least decently clothed.



She wasn’t surprised to see Stark was already here, though she did notice he was sleeping on the window ledge instead of the bed. He had been taking to that particular spot lately.



“I trust your day was well.” He stated as she approached him.



“It was pleasant enough. It would seem Lilinette-san doesn’t appreciate Grimmjow-sama’s critique in her fighting skills.”



That got a reaction out of the usually laid back man in the way of a raised eyebrow and a turned head to face her. Any reaction from him was a cause for note though as he so rarely gave them.



“Grimmjow?” He asked in disbelief.



“Indeed. He has been showing up for the last two weeks to try and show Lilinette-san and Hanataro how to spar. Today he ordered them to show up at one of the training grounds after their morning duties.”



“Oh?” He rolled over and jumped down, landing gracefully.



“They do need the assistance.” She pointed out. “And I can not see you doing something so troublesome.” She smiled softly at him.



“You are starting to know me too well.” He commented.



The door opened and the subjects walked in, stopping the conversation.



“You are looking lovely this evening, Lilinette-san.” Unohana commented, offering the girl a large, warm smile.



She was wearing a pretty white and black dress that actually covered her and went down to her knees.



“You think so?” She asked with a blush, twirling around to let them get a good look.



“Yes. You are very stunning this evening, don’t you think so, Stark-sama?” She asked.



He sent her an annoyed look at being included in the conversation, but the hopefully look his Fracción sent broke down any barriers he had up.



“You look nice.” He said.



She positively beamed at the compliment. They moved over to the table where Hanataro pulled out Lilinettes chair for her and she thanked him with a soft smile and thanks. Then she glared at Stark when he didn’t so the same for Unohana.



“Stark, come on. She’s pregnant and it’s your fault. You should be taking care of her.” Lilinette lectured.



It was an argument that had been going on for a while now. Unohana had a hard time getting the young girl to understand it would be a while yet before she would be unable to care for herself, but she appreciate her concern.



Sighing in resignation he pulled her chair out for her. She looked at him in surprise for a second, before sitting down and thanking him sweetly. He swept a hand through his hair in annoyance before taking his seat.



Once he was seated they set upon the food. The ‘kids’ had a healthy appetite, having been involved in vigorous activities all day long. Her own was up a bit, but not enough to really compete with the kids. Stark was a slow eater, but he could pack it away. It just took him longer to do it.



Dinner was a peaceful occasion and she dared to let herself pretend that she was sitting down with her family. Kami knew soon enough it would be once the kid was born.









Rukia grumbled as she made herself comfortable on her bed, Grimmjow having dragged one in from another room for her so she wouldn’t have to live on the couch. It had taken a bit of work but they managed to steal some bed sheets and string them up to make a small room for herself where she could change and get a bit of privacy.



She couldn’t remember when it had happened anymore, the last four months were starting to blur together, but at some point they had been ordered to eat their meals together. It was almost as if Aizen was hoping relationships would form.



“Of course he is.” She realized. “And he is succeeding in some of the cases. Lilinette and Hanataro are a good example. Even Unohana is starting to grow attached to Stark. I wonder if she even realizes it.”



She sighed and rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, one hand absently rubbing her stomach.



“Even I am starting to grow attached.” She realized with a sigh of resignation. “I can not lie to myself. Four months ago my blade would had aimed for his throat without resignation. Now… Now I am not so sure I could deliver a death blow. He has almost become an annoying, older brother. Almost… like Renji.”



She sat up and hugged her legs at that realization.



“Ichigo, where are you? Why haven’t you come yet? I don’t know how much longer we can hold out here before we can’t tell friend from foe anymore.” She silently pleaded.



The sound of the door opening broke her out of her silent grief. Knowing it would be dinner she got out of bed and headed towards the table where one of Aizen’s many servants was setting out dinner. He had just finished when Grimmjow strode in from the bathroom, hair wet from a recent shower and wearing nothing more then a towel wrapped around his waist.



It had caused her a lot of discomfort at the beginning but she was rather use to it now and just sighed. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Ichigo in nothing but a towel many a times when he wasn’t expecting her in his room after a shower.



No words were spoken until the servant was gone and they were eating. She had asked him to let Ichigo know he was going to be a father, pointing out that he would probably be rewarded with a good fight, and she was wondering what his response was.



Judging by the scowl on his face, it hadn’t gone well and she was ashamed to admit she was too scared to ask. When he was in a bad mood he had one hell of a temper.



“Apparently Aizen,” he snarled at the name, “has set up a dimensional barrier so no one could get in or out of Hueco Mundo.” He scowled.



“What?” Rukia asked shocked, dropping her chop sticks. “Well that explains why Ichigo and the others haven’t come to our rescue yet. Until the barrier is brought down we are trapped here. Even if we escaped from Las Noches we would still be trapped in Hueco Mundo and in our condition without our Zanpakuto’s that is almost certain death.” She thought in panic.



They were trapped here with no way out, at least until the 12th or Urahara figured out a way past the shield as she doubted Aizen would drop it any time soon. She felt like another set of bars had been dropped down with a crash outside the ones already up.



“I got out once and got lucky enough to be successful with Ichigo, but if we stay trapped here after the child is born….” She couldn’t finish the thought.



She tried to continue eating dinner non pulsed. If she could handle her own people, her own brother, about to execute her than she could handle this. At least she had good company. Hell Hanataro was even here again. This time she even had a piece of Ichigo with her.



“Thank you for trying anyway.”



He looked up at her, but didn’t say anything. They finished dinner in silence. Before she could go to bed he stopped her, and wordlessly took her collar off. She looked at him in surprise.



“Not like there is anywhere to run. Besides, if I can’t get to Ichigo, the least I can do is hope his kid will have at least a potion of the Reiatsu as the father. I don’t want it being weak just because yours is sealed.” He explained. “If I can’t fight the father, then the kid will have to do.”



She just stared at him in shock.



“But, he or she wont be able to fight.” She pointed out.



“Then I will show him how.” He barked.



She just continued to stare at him in shock, her brain refusing to process his declarations. He would be willing to train his rivals child just so he could fight with it! It would be years before the child would even be able to hold a sword, let alone train.



“It could be years before the shield is brought down or until they find a way around it. We could be here for the rest of our lives.” She realized in despair.



She settled into bed, curling up as her thoughts raced. If they were trapped here forever, then the next child she would be forced to bear would belong to Grimmjow. The part that scared her the most was that it didn’t bother her as much as it use to.



She wasn’t in a position like her brother or Toshiro, being forced to breed with every female arrancar Aizen had. She definitely didn’t envy them. She had noticed Byakuya didn’t walk or talk with the arrogance he use to have as a noble, though he still resisted and forced them to use the drug on him.



She started to cry, and no matter what she told herself she couldn’t stop. She cursed herself for being so weak when others, like Rangiku, was in a worse position then she was, but it did nothing to alleviate the pain.









After performing her service to Barragan, who didn’t seem to care that she was with child and still commanded her to get on her hands and knees for him, she was left alone in her room.



He didn’t tie her up anymore, there really was no point. The few times she had dared to fight back while not restrained or escape he had her strung up and whipped. Then he had not only raped her, but let his two Fracción have a go at the same time.



It had been the most excruciating pain she had ever suffered from and she had no desire to return to it. While it was true Aizen had declared that their treatment involve less physical abuse, he said nothing of mental or sexual.



She must have pleased him this night because neither of his two Fracción came in to demand her services, either that or they hadn’t pleased him. Kami she wished she could escape from him.



He would get furious if she dared to even speak to him unless he was demanding an answer from her, saying lowly bitches didn’t have the right to speak to kings. She didn’t want to even remember the punishment for daring to look at anything other then her feet while in his presence. She would pay almost anything to see his flesh ripped from his bones by Haineko.



Then there were his two Fracción. Ggio Vega and Nirgge Parduoc. She was quick to learn with these two that outside appearances could be so different from private ones. Initially it had been Ggio she figured would be the most aggressive with her with Nirgge hardly caring. Behind closed doors though things took a drastic shift.



Nirgge turned out to be just as sadistic, if not more so, then Barragan. He would storm in and grab her, leaving bruises in his wake, forcing her legs apart and up to give himself more room to pound into her. He would take her hard and fast without getting her ready, but did use oil. He loved burring his face in her breast and leaving bite marks all over them. When he was done with her he would simply leave, leaving her gushing out red tinted semen.



Ggio, on the other hand, was usually gentle in his use of her, enjoying foreplay as much as sex or on a rare occasion even just let her sleep. He would spend all night with her, touching, exploring, some times even arousing her to the point of a soft release, and then he would curl up against her to sleep. She was also amused to discover he apparently purred when pleased and she would often drift off to the warmth of his body pressed against hers and the sound of his soft purring.



Convinced she would be left alone for the evening she moved from the bed to the futon on the floor across the room, pausing only to use the thin sheet on the bed to clean up the mess Barragan had made before crawling into the bed used for sleeping.



She wondered if she could plead to Aizen to have a different master, or at least get her own room like Isane had. There was no reason to remain with Barragan now that she was knocked up. She sure as hell didn’t want a sick, twisted monster like him anywhere near her child once it was born, regardless of the fact it would be part his.



Somehow she got the feeling Aizen didn’t care what Barragan did to her as long as she stayed knocked up and physically alive. Mentally was a totally different scenario.



There was voices coming from the other side of the door, highly unusual. She recognized Barragan’s commanding tone, but the one speaking to him was much too quiet to catch.



The conversation wasn’t an overly long one, and than the door to her room opened, causing her to jump a bit in surprise and her heart to hammer in fear that she apparently wasn’t done for the night.



Ggio stepped in, closing the door behind him before turning to face her. She relaxed a bit, more so when she spotted that he was holding a plate of food, her eyes zooming in on it.



“Hi.” He said. “I brought you something to snack on.” He offered, handing her the plate of sliced fruit.



“Thank you.” She said, and meant it.



She was ravenous and suffering from strange cravings, well, maybe not as strange as some of the food she and Orihime shared a taste for but the cravings were still there. She had never bothered to bring them up since she knew Barragan would ignore her or punish her for daring to speak to him without him consenting for her to speak in the first place.



“How did you know I was hungry?” She asked nervously.



“In order to make sure everything would turn out perfectly for Barragan-sama’s heir, I asked Lilinette if I could interrogate her pet.” He admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.



She smiled at that. At least one of her three tormentors was taking an active interest into what her needs as a pregnant woman was. He sat down on her futon across from her and simply watched as she ate slowly, savoring the treat.

When she was done he took the plate and set it aside, then moved in to claim her mouth with his own. She didn’t resist, opening to let him taste her and the fruit she had just eaten.



He laid her back down, one hand working under her sleeping kimono to softly rub her back while the other removed most of his clothing before pulling the blankets over them. She sighed in content as he worked her poor muscles with surprisingly skilled hands.



The fact he had left his pants on let her know he planned on taking their actions no further then simple cuddling, and for that she was grateful, falling asleep to his gentle caresses and the soft sound of his purring.







Stay tuned for Chapter 8: Children



Next chapter the children are born and some more surprises await. Oh, all the kids are named and have been for several months. In fact, where I am currently working on the story line they are all grown up already.



It\'s funny. I never really considered Unohana and Stark as a paring until I started to write this and then I just sort of fell in love with it and could easily visualize it. Initially when I got the idea I just took person A and matched to Person B how I thought it would work out to make sense.



Once again thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Quite/Quiet are evil, as is From/Form. I type so fast I end up hitting or instead of ro and I don\'t always catch it. Lest with Teh auto corrector fixes it to the and spell catcher snags it.



Til tomorrow