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Immoral Affair

And Ichiruki AU

By 07Janina07

Rated: R for strong language and mature themes

“This is for the best.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You where just fine with this a few months ago!”

“It was wrong from the beginning. I am much older than you!”

“Since when was that an issue?”

“Since the moment we met, Ichigo. We both knew it was wrong. You where just seventeen,” Rukia screamed at him as she got up from her seat.

“I was seventeen. I am eighteen now!” He screamed back as he got up from his chair to face her. His eyebrows furrowed in to an angry frowned, his eyes blazing.

“Yes, and I am 27!” She screamed. “I should have stopped months ago and it’s not too late to do that now!” She said as she walked across her apartment and opened her door.

“Leave NOW and leave your keys on the coffee table. This is over!” She screamed, her eyes blazing.

His frowned turned into a hurt expression. “Don’t do this, Rukia. I love you.” He whispered. “Don’t throw me out of your life. I need you.”

Rukia steeled her resolve; this was for the best. She glared at him “Leave now!” She said menacingly.

The moment he left and she slammed her door on him, Rukia collapsed against the door and started sobbing. The pain that she felt at their separation was a physical ache. She hugged her stomach. In there was the reason why she threw him out. She was pregnant and she didn’t want to tie him down. Not when he was so young and full of life. She loved him, yes, but she also knew perfectly well that he would not be able to handle a child. Tears fell down her face miserably and she drew her knees together and hugged them with her arms.

She had met him one late night when he had delivered pizza to her apartment. Since then she had religiously ordered pizza at the same time and the same day. And finally one day, after flirting, she had pulled him in her apartment and they had a furious lovemaking session on the couch. Stupid her, she asked for his age afterwards.

She nearly fainted when he told her he was seventeen. She had known he was young, that was easy to tell. But he was so tall she figured he was at least in his early twenties. But he was so sweet and so good in bed she couldn’t keep away from him and before she knew it, she had given him a key to her apartment. It was wrong, they both knew it. But they both couldn’t bring themselves to stop.

Then she got pregnant. And that gave her a reality check; she suddenly realized how young he was. She had found out a week before he turned eighteen. It was really immoral, she was ten years older than him and now she was pregnant. She knew she could handle herself. After all, she was a lawyer. She knew her sister and her husband would help her to take care of the baby.

But then she though of Ichigo. How would he react? He most likely wouldn’t want the baby. He was young after all and this was just an immoral affair he probably found amusing.

“You could smile a little,” a male voice said, and she snapped out of her reverie.

She looked up and found her brother-in-law staring at her, worried. “Oh! I’m sorry, it’s the mood swings,” she said, forcing a smile on her face.

“Are you really ok Rukia-chan?” her sister Hisana asked.

“Yes! I’m fine Nee-san! Really, it’s all right,” Rukia said as she took up her orange juice from the table and sipped elegantly. She was with her sister and her sister’s husband in one of the trendiest and most expensive restaurants in Tokyo. The restaurant Seireitei was known for its exquisite cuisine and famous visitors.

Ichigo was serving table 31 when his hand froze in mid-air. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Rukia’s eyebrows furrowed when she realized the waiter wasn’t letting go of her plate, she looked up to complain and at that precise moment she wished she could die on the spot, or at the very least faint.

Ichigo felt like his world was crumbling down. But he wasn’t about to show her she had hurt him. He angrily shoved his hand down his back pocket and took out the key she had given him for her apartment and slammed it on the coffee table. He walked out of her apartment and flinched when she slammed her door shut. A treacherous tear made its way down his cheek. Damn him for loving her. Damn him for been such a fucking loser. He walked towards the stair and collapsed against the wall as his angry sobs racked his body.

Rukia started hyperventatilating. Ichigo was standing right in front of her. She watched, mortified as his eyes drew lower and settled on the visible bump in her stomach in the damn red silk dress. Why had she put on the damn clingy dress? His cheeks flushed in anger and pain. He left her plate and served the couple who eyed Rukia with concern. At least the young woman was. He left. His footsteps were heavy.

Rukia looked down at her plate. She wanted to run away. Why was he a waiter at this particular place? There where millions of restaurant in the city, why did he had to worked at this one?

Ichigo walked to the employee bathroom and banged his head in to the wall. He had been so happy to see her after five months of knowing zip about her and then his eyes had fixed on her growing belly and his world crumpled. He couldn’t move on but apparently she could. It was obvious she hadn’t love him, not even enough to feel the break up.

Rukia must have gotten a new boy toy, or maybe she moved on with some mature rich man leaving him, the diversion, behind. His eyes felt hot, but damn it he wouldn’t cry, not for her. He did too much of that the first three months. But because he was such a weak bastard he found himself calling Inoue, Rukia’s best friend, only a week after seeing Rukia.

“Moshi, Moshi!” she said, cheerily answering her phone.

“Inuoe-san, this is Ichigo,” he replied. His voice was weak.

“Kurosaki-kun? How have you been? I haven’t heard from you in so long,” Orihime said, surprised. She walked out of her bedroom, leaving her-soon-to-be-husband, Ishida Uryuu, to sleep.

“I need to ask you if Rukia is with anybody right now,” Ichigo said, getting right to the point.

“Rukia? She hasn’t been seeing anybody especially now that she is preg-” Orihime bit her tongue and Ichigo’s stomach did a painful flip.

“How far along is she?” He was determined to get the truth.

“Kurosaki-kun, I can’t tell you –”

“HOW FAR ALONG IS SHE?” He barked into the phone and Orihime flinched, pulling the phone away from her ear.

“F-five... Months,” Orihime said. She heard Ichigo curse over the phone.

“Thank you, Inuoe-san. I am sorry for screaming at you,” Ichigo said softly.

“Don’t sweat it,” she replied and heard him hang up. Rukia was going to kill her now, she knew it. Orihime bit her lip and ran to the safety of her bedroom and buried herself in her fiancée’s embrace.

Ichigo smacked his head with his fist. When had Rukia gotten pregnant? They had been careful. And then he remembered. A few months ago, they had both been really horny. He hadn’t seen her in a week because she left on a business trip. When she got back they hadn’t even said hello, he had jumped her and they had made love right there on the carpet. That one time he hadn’t used a condom. But she had reassured him that she was taking the pills. He gritted his teeth and started to pound on the door.

Rukia roused from her nap because of an insistent pounding on her door. Who the hell dared come and interrupt a pregnant woman’s nap? She slammed the door open and regretted it, the moment she saw her visitor’s face. She made to slam the door shut but Ichigo held it open with his leg and arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He hissed.

All color drained from her face.

“I talked with Inuoe-san. She told me.”

Rukia paled further. Once she got out of this mess she was going to strangle Orihime for been a weak and spineless bitch.

She stepped back, letting go of the door and Ichigo walked inside her apartment and slammed the door closed. She could see fury and hurt in his expressive ocher eyes. Her own eyes were wide. Suddenly she didn’t feel so strong anymore, pregnancy was making her soft.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” He asked her and walked closer to her. He looked livid.

Rukia opened her mouth but no sound came out of it. She closed it and locked eyes with Ichigo. “Do you think you can go ahead, barge through my life, make me fall in love with you and then dump me with the lame excuse that it’s wrong?” He asked her and he stepped closer. She took a step back.

“And on top of that, you want to hide from me the fact that you are carrying my child?” A traitorous tear made its way down his cheek. “I love you, damn it!” he said, and by this time she was sobbing. He tried to hug her but she slapped him and slammed her fist in to his chest. He pulled her against himself and crushed his lips to hers, his hand rubbing her swollen belly. Rukia hugged him back, her lips giving in to his demands. She let him guide her back to the couch and he sat her down, his hand never leaving her belly.

He trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone, he cupped her breast that had swelled up because of the pregnancy and finally he planted kisses on her belly. Rukia cry harder when he pressed his face to her belly.

“Don’t kick me out of your life, Rukia, don’t keep me away from my child,” he said, looking up at her.

All Rukia could do was nod. He hugged her again and kissed her. They were forever joined now and Rukia would be damned if she let him go.

The End? I think...not!

A/n: I had to take that out of my system! I hope you like it because it was pretty intense just writing it! I was actually crying!

As some of you know the plot bunny caught me and now I am writing a full version of this fic! Hope you enjoyed it! Check out my profile and find the much extended version of this fic in form of ‘Parallel Lives’