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Gifts
Come In Many Forms

Kin Urahara was grumbling her way
to school as she slung her bag over opposite shoulders at ever decreasing
intervals. Kaien had been back for a week now, and his family had reestablished
themselves in their old home, but he had left out a very important detail when
he had come back.

It seemed her best friend,
boyfriend, and all-around eye-candy had already graduated high school
and had learnt most of what he needed to know about the Fourth Division from
his father, effectively making him a doctoral candidate at the age of
eighteen. Though Hueco Mundo didn�t have the same pull Soul Society did, that
didn�t mean that there had been no visitors from Soul Society during that five
year period. Maybe, just maybe, if a certain noble had decided to visit to find
out what was really happening�because he wasn�t about to fall for Kisuke
Urahara�s bluffs in the Living World�he might have found out what was going on
and made it a special priority to make sure that any learning the children did
would be recognized universally. Maybe.

Ichigo Kurosaki never really had realized
how much respect he had gained from Byakuya Kuchiki.

Obviously Kaien hadn�t just
worked on gaining more zanpakutous to add to his inner collection, which to
this day he still hadn�t revealed how many he had at his disposal. Judging from
his arm however, she knew it had to be a pretty large amount.

When she thought about it, she
wasn�t really that surprised, after all, zanpakutous and inner Hollows could
learn things much faster than any regular Soul Reaper. In fact, it was usually
the zanpakutou�and if applicable, the inner Hollow�that taught the Soul Reaper
about themselves and the world.

Not to mention his father had
practically wrote the book on breaking record times.

She had always been smarter than
smart, but over the five year interval in which he had been away, her only
thought was surpassing him in strength and making him pay, something which she
now found quite useless. She had done what she needed to to keep up with her
studies even though her father had tried to get her to do more, so that was why
she found herself in grade twelve while Kaien was able to stay away and relax.
That still didn�t make her like it.

Her grumbling resumed. From now
on she was going to use the brains her father had imbued her with and use them well.
If Kaien Kurosaki got to sit around on his ass all day then she sure as hell
wasn�t going to let him do it alone. Besides, there was no end to the
possibilities of what they could do with so much free time.

She resisted the urge to grind
her teeth together at the other thoughts that came to mind when she thought of
that.

Every day after school so far she
had found him either fighting with her father or with her mother and they were
enjoying it fully, even though it left him too tired to do much of anything
with her. Other than that, there was also the fact that he had yet to do
anything more than kiss her yet. He was a damn good kisser, no, a spectacular
kisser, she had to give him that, but he had been away from her for so long
he really didn�t know the other thing she had used to get rid of her
pent-up aggression, besides punching the living stuffing out of anything
that got in her way. It really hadn�t helped when he had come back and put even
her wildest fantasies to shame. True, she hadn�t expected some of the
appearance changes, like the black eye tattoos exactly like Grimmjow�s and
Asuka�s, or the massive amount of scarring and consequential tattooing on his
arm, but they only made him look better than she could have ever thought
possible.

It was getting to the point where
she was starting to become embarrassed at her own body�s reactions. She knew
the amount of sex appeal she had and how other men looked at her, but before
him she had never felt anything towards any of them, and had gotten unused to
any kind of arousal, and relief of that arousal, other than that of her own doing.
Now every time he left she had to take a cold shower and change her underwear
just because their activities had gotten her too excited to control herself.
What made her angrier than any of that though, was that she had felt his
arousal too during those times, and yet he had never acted on it. Unlike
before, he didn�t stutter or run away crying, he had just continued kissing
her, albeit with more passion, but still nothing above what they had been doing
thus far even though she could practically see the waves of lust
radiating from him.

Her body yearned for his touch,
even if it was something as simple as running his hands down her sides. Every
time their lips met and he grew bolder in their embrace, she could have sworn
she was going to tear her skin from the inside out. It felt like her flesh was
tightening around every muscle and nerve she had, trying to be as sensitive as
it possibly could to try and feel the lightest of his caresses. Just the soft
touch of his hand as he ran it down the side of her face lovingly, like he
couldn�t believe the beauty before him, had her practically whimpering in need.
She wanted him so badly, she had for years, and with him finally back�and most
importantly: with her�that desire had grown to an unbearable lust that wanted
nothing more than to pin him to her bed and tear off his clothing; or better
yet, for him to do that to her. He had more self-control than she knew she ever
would have, but then again her mother had always been a happy-go-lucky
go-getter that did everything she wanted to when she wanted to, and she took
great pride in trying to emulate her mother.

So what if we�ve only been
back together for a week!? Who cares!?!?

She wanted him to step things up,
and if he didn�t�well, if he didn�t, she would.

She walked into class and she
could feel the eyes of the males in the room on her right away. That wasn�t to
say the rest of the young women in the class weren�t gorgeous in their own
right, it was just that she outdid them all by miles. She wasn�t even trying to
put any of them down, it was actually the truth.

Usually it wasn�t natural for
anyone outside of an Amazonian warrior to have her kind of tan skin with her
freakishly blonde hair, and her equally stunning yet still unnatural eyes added
to her exotic look. She knew how well she filled out the school uniform, and
how the plain gray miniskirt revealed what seemed to be kilometers of her
creamy chocolate legs, toned to perfection through her endless hours of
training.

She almost felt sorry for the
other girls in the class, because in that respect they were all normal and she
was superhuman, something not even human to be absolutely precise. She was sure
if they had the same kind of motivation she did then they would look the same
way. Well, in muscle anyway, there were some things that just can�t be trained
to get bigger other than through heredity�or plastic surgery, but that doesn�t
count�and she had her mother to thank for the large bosom straining against her
shirt and bra.

She had to admit that even
through all that, most of her appeal came from her old habit of one-day
boyfriends. It had gotten to the point that the guys were betting on who was
going to be able to go out with her for more than a day, and the pot had gotten
very large from what she heard.

Too bad for them, I�m not
interested anymore, she thought happily as her thoughts once again returned
to the man that had finally reentered her life. Her eyes perked up when she
heard the door open and their beloved teacher stepped in, Mrs. Misato Kojima.
Mizuiro always had had a thing for older women, and Miss Ochi had been a very
young teacher to begin with. Suffice it to say, things had taken off after
graduation, and the new couple found themselves happily married.

The once young but still
exuberant teacher still drove her class up the wall, and they still
loved her for it. She had grown older, but that was hardly noticeable in her
looks. For a regular human with only growing spiritual awareness, she had aged
quite gracefully and showed no signs of giving in soon. Since their school
wasn�t restricted to just high school, she had known their group back before
any of them had discovered their powers, and so she had been delighted when Kin
had come back for grade twelve.

�Howdy ladies and gerbils! Time
to start a new day!� As was the regular routine, a simultaneous groan was
issued from the class, but just as was the regular routine, there were smiles
on their faces as it was let loose. Kin enjoyed this part of the day more than
any other. �I�ve got a treat for you today! A medical student studying human
psychology has asked if he could sit in for our classes for the next�I don�t
know how long, but we�ll know eventually!�

Kin sighed dramatically. Yup,
that�s just like her.

Coughing embarrassedly, Mrs.
Kojima quickly burst back into her hyperactive spiel. �So here he is! Some of
you may recognize him, he once knew some of you!�

Kin�s eyes widened. He
wouldn�t have�

Her thoughts were confirmed the
second the door was opened, and every female mouth dropped to the floor.

He did!!!

Kaien stepped through the
doorway, and she had to quickly swallow all the excess saliva that had suddenly
formed in her mouth before anyone saw that she was two seconds away from drooling.
He was wearing the standard issue uniform, but it appeared like he had either
forgotten how to do up buttons or he had chosen not to, because only the middle
three had been done up, allowing for the shirt to split away from those ends
and though that would usually reveal the bare skin of the toned chest
underneath, that wasn�t the case in this scenario. It might as well have. He
was wearing a tight shirt underneath that could barely be called that, more
like a skintight covering, that went from his waistline up to his collar, so
though no flesh could be seen, every bit of muscle he had could. Its purpose
soon became clear though, for when she looked to his left arm she saw that the
shirt was made to only have the left sleeve, so it covered his tattooed mass of
scars down to the wrist before revealing his hand, while the other was out of
the white uniform shirt like any other t-shirt. None of the guys in class
filled out his pants the way he did though, and as he walked to the head of the
class she couldn�t tear her eyes away from his backside as it moved in pants
that she had never before believed it could be possible for them to be sexy.
Like usual, he had smoothed his hair back, allowing for only the few rebellious
strands to hang over his face and eyes, eyes that practically burned into her
from under their tattooed lids while his freakishly long cloth-covered ponytail
glided elegantly behind him.

It wasn�t natural for such
a bland school uniform to look so damn good.

Then again, the way he was
looking at her suggested he was thinking the same thing.

Then he smiled at them all, and
though Kin had been around him for a week so far, she almost lost
consciousness, as did many other members. �Hey guys, been a while for some of
you! My name�s Kaien Kurosaki in case you don�t remember, and I�ll be watching
you for the next little while to see how the culture here works compared to the
others I�ve been in!�

Misato beamed at him. �Your
father always was the bright one, but who knew he�d have a genius son already graduated
and almost to a doctorate by eighteen?! You Kurosaki�s always have been special
in one way or another!�

Kin almost rolled her eyes, and
she could tell Kaien wanted to do the same thing even though he did do the
other thing he wanted to, and that was to laugh. �You�re right there.�

Unmindful that she was taking up
class time, as she usually was, the teacher continued right on in a
conversation with him in front of the entire class. �So what�s your dad up to
now anyways? I haven�t heard from him in ages!�

This time Kaien did roll
his eyes. Oh you know, the usual. Ruling over an entire race of superhuman
spiritual beings that could blow up the better part of Japan in a moment if
they wanted to; keeping up appearances as a captain of one of the elite divisions
of a group of people you couldn�t comprehend in a million years; and you know,
generally being the strongest known person in the universe who could turn you
into a Hollow without batting an eyelash and turn you into a Shinigami right
after without breaking a sweat if he wanted to. You know, the usual.

Instead, he smiled back at her
and said simply, �Politics.� It wasn�t a complete lie at least.

Misato scratched her head as she
scrunched her face up in a confused, almost alarmingly cute, pout. �Hmph, never
figured him the type to go into that. Who knew?� Then, without skipping a beat,
she slammed her hands on the table and cast her blazing eyes on the class. �Now
back to class! Today we�re studying��

Kaien had long since tuned her
out, and he walked down one of the rows to take a seat at the back of the
class, nonplussed at the pout Kin gave him when he passed an open desk near
hers. He seemed to have no problem keeping his personal life apart from his
professional life, but that still didn�t make her like the fact that he could
look at her all day and she couldn�t look at him else she turn her head and
make it obvious to everyone what she was doing. Suddenly, a possibility dawned
on her, and she swallowed thickly.

He couldn�t possibly be here just
to be able to see her, could he?

Taking the risk so soon after
class had started, she turned her head and saw him nonchalantly scanning the
entire room, but when they fell on her his gaze lingered and she swore she
could see the beginnings of a smirk on his face. He was teasing her with his
very presence!

Already, Kin knew it was going to
be a looooong day.

~~~~~~~~~

True to her prediction, it had
been exactly that, but Kaien had more than made up for it after school by
quickly making her forget everything but his name as he kissed her into a state
of euphoric stupor. Again, Kin swiftly found herself getting angry when he left
and she realized even though he had made her feel so good, they still
hadn�t done anything yet!

So once more she grumbled her way
to school, and nearly glared at the black-haired male sitting exactly where he
had yesterday, simply observing everything around him. She knew he had made up
a bogus reason to be here, and his title as a genius had allowed him to get
away with it, and she really liked him around her at all times, and�

She found out almost immediately
the only reason she had for not wanting him there was because she wanted him so
much closer.

She beat the butterflies in her
stomach into submission and walked over to her desk, where for some reason a
plain box wrapped with a bow had been placed on it. Her heartbeat sped up and
she had to calm her heart before she fainted right in front of everyone. There
was no occasion for this; her birthday was in the summer months and Christmas
was still a month away, so the only reason someone would have to give her a
gift would be to garner her affection, something that now belonged solely to
one person. Someone who she knew would go through the roof if he so much as saw
someone else look at her funny.

She shivered in delight when she
remembered the heated glares he had given the men of the class after they
didn�t seem to comprehend she was finally taken. Being the sole object of his
affection was what she had always wanted, and she had no shame in not hiding
that fact.

She looked over the box carefully
and many other girls joined her, as they too had been aware of the object on
her desk and they were all eyeing it curiously, wondering which male in the
class had had the guts to make such a bold move. It became apparent there was
no note or name on the outside of the box, and so with a hesitant breath, Kin
undid the bow and opened the box.

At first she didn�t understand
what she was seeing, but then she reached in and almost gasped at the softness
of the material while she pulled it out and revealed a long black scarf, nearly
six feet in length. It was impossibly light in her hands and the scent that
lingered on it was indescribable. It was black down to the darkest degree
possible, and glimmered in the light if it were moved the right way. Her mother
always wore a tan scarf, and she usually opted for one too just out of the
desire to be like her mother, but this was something extraordinary. She stared
in wonder at the gift she was holding. It must have cost a fortune.
Hazarding a glance at her boyfriend/observer sitting behind her, who she knew
had to be livid by now, she noted instantly the fond smile on his face as he
looked at her.

It was a pretty safe assumption
who the gift was from now.

Unable to control herself, she
ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck, one hand still cradling the
precious gift. It was just like him to give her a gift that was something she
would use everyday, but still be fancy enough to be noticed as irregular.

�Oh Kaien thank you! You must
have killed someone to be able to afford this!!� He gave a soft laugh, but not
what she had expected.

�Five years,� the soft reply
came, and she quirked her head to the side quizzically.

�What did you say?�

�Five years. That�s how long it
cost to make that.�

She wasn�t following at all, but
she didn�t deny herself the feeling of the otherworldly scarf between her
fingers. �Where did you find it then?�

He didn�t answer her, instead he
gave her another one of his knee-melting smiles and moved the arms still
entwined around his neck higher. She was clueless to what he meant for a few
seconds, until she realized there was something missing behind his head,
something her arms should be wrapped around. Her bright gold eyes widened in alarm
and she quickly scanned the back of his neck and back with her hands, where
sure enough, they found nothing. She looked down on the beautifully simple
scarf in her hands with a suddenly dry mouth.

His ponytail was gone, now only
the simple yet stunning way he smoothed his hair back was the only style he had
other than letting it hang limply around his head.

�This is�?� she asked hesitantly,
unmindful of the growing state of wetness her eyes were working in to.

�I promised myself I wouldn�t cut
that part of my hair until I saw you again. I hope you like it; Asuka and I
were up all night weaving it.� He chuckled. �She had helped me with it all the
years I was growing it out, and she had threatened to do some very unpleasant
things to me if she wasn�t there when I cut it.�

Now she recognized the scent it
was giving off. It was Kaien; one-hundred percent Kaien Kurosaki. With this
wrapped around her neck he would never leave her again, not entirely. This gift
wasn�t something that could be bought with money; this gift was only something
that could be created through commitment and years off of life.

�You should probably take your
seat now, people are starting to stare,� he �observed� humorously and she
turned redder than a tomato when she remembered they were still in class. She
shot over to her seat like a lightning bolt, uncaring to the looks of envy sent
her way by the many females of the class and the looks of downright hatred sent
Kaien�s way by many of the males. The ones that had been in the same school all
their lives however, they knew the history between the two, and though there
had been a momentary second of resentment, that was quickly replaced by
happiness. Some things in this world were meant to be.

The scarf never left her neck for
the rest of the day.

~~~~~~~~

Tatsuki wasn�t stupid; she had gone
through this before. She may not have lived as long as all their Soul Reaper
friends so far, but she had gained more wisdom as she advanced in years, even
if her body didn�t show it. It had been a tremendous relief when she had jumped
back into her modified body and it was like nothing had changed between her
soul and her body, as it had been back when she was a teenager. It was so
exhilarating she had almost cried.

She was going to kill him, she
was going to kill him slowly, painfully, and meticulously until he understood
the pain she was going to go through just because she couldn�t stop loving him.
The damn infuriatingly sexy bastard he was.

Her stomach flipped again and she
slumped over the toilet as what little she had left in her stomach was forced
to the surface and she retched again. This wasn�t the flu, she knew that much,
and considering their activities the week prior and through the week since, she
knew what it was.

One part of her was overjoyed,
the maternal instinct that had taken over since she had had children, but another
part of her was regretful because she knew that their newest arrival wouldn�t
have anyone their age to play with, at least not in Hueco Mundo.

She almost laughed aloud at that
even though her stomach still didn�t want to agree with her quite yet.

Their marriage�and what she could
only suspect to be the side-effects of the Association�s infamous tape of their
bout in the alley�had the unexpected effect of creating a boom in the birth-rate
of Soul Society�s elite ranks. It wasn�t too long after she had had Kaien that
Rangiku had found herself pregnant, as had Rukia, Isane, Nanao�it was only a
matter of time before she succumbed to her captain. It hadn�t helped when what
little remained of her dwindling willpower had shattered completely after she
had watched the video with the Association and realized she was being left
behind in what every other Soul Reaper was gradually awakening to thanks to
Ichigo Kurosaki: their emotions. Not only them, but the major shock had come
when Retsu Unohana had announced her own pregnancy, and the race to find a cure
for Captain Ukitake took on a whole new level of concern. If it wasn�t found,
then his child might not have had a father for very long. Thankfully that
wasn�t the case.

Yet another thing to thank Ichigo
for, though most people didn�t know what it was he had done.

It wasn�t restricted to people
they knew either, and the Thirteen Divisions suddenly had a lot of pregnancies
on their hands, from every division. The fact that five captains were
involved either because of their relationships with the person pregnant or they
were the one pregnant themselves, and that in most of the cases with them, it
was usually their lieutenants involved to some degree only added to the
equation. They had just lost a lot of able-bodied fighters, but with the war
over and Ichigo in the Living World there wasn�t too much concern pertaining to
Hollows left.

The funny thing was, if the
Captain-Commander had been angered by the situation, he certainly hadn�t showed
it. If anything, he looked like a delighted grandfather, especially in the
cases of Ukitake�s and Shunsui�s relationships and the consequent pregnancies
of their respective females.

Eighteen years had passed, and
yet their children still only looked around ten, if that. If Ichigo and her
hadn�t brought along their daughters� bodies, they might have faced the same
problem, but she doubted it. The spiritron-thick Hueco Mundo was an excellent
place for a growing Soul Reaper to be, and she guessed they would have grown at
a normal rate even if they hadn�t brought along their physical forms.

An eighteen year old, two
fourteen year olds, and now one on the way; their family was getting bigger all
the time.

Another sudden jolt, another bout
of vomiting, and she finally picked herself up from the bathroom floor,
resolved to kicking Ichigo�s ass before she told him the good news and he
realized he had allowed her to fight, something he had forbidden the last two
times.

She was pregnant. Again.

Ichigo had taken great delight in
reminding their now youthful bodies what they could do because of their souls�
special abilities, and the thought had never occurred to either of them that
even though she had been close to the end of her childbirth eligibility in her
physical body, now that said bodies had been entirely restored into their
former youthfulness, her past fertility came with it. They really should have
known, after all, Yoruichi had demonstrated all too realistically that a gigai
was perfectly capable of bringing new life into the world. Whether or not
regular gigai�s were capable of that they didn�t know, but Urahara was known
for his attention to details, and it certainly seemed like Yoruichi had no
trouble with the fact that she was going to have a child and be restrained to a
faux body for a whole nine months.

Again, Tatsuki had to remind
herself that what she was thinking wasn�t entirely accurate, because the body
she was in wasn�t a gigai, it was still the body her mother had given her,
albeit with a few more special modifications to the muscle tissue and the like.

There were a few things
about this situation she didn�t like though, but they were the same things she
hadn�t liked about her last two pregnancies.

One: Ichigo wouldn�t let her do
anything even remotely strenuous, even though she could easily lift a
car over her head in her Soul Reaper form and fighting in all of its forms was
in her very nature. That was something strictly off-limits to her while her body
formed the new life inside it, and not allowing a well-trained athlete like
Tatsuki to fight while living in an environment like Hueco Mundo was like
having Calvin without Hobbes, Garfield without Odie, Alvin without Simon or
Theodore. It was plain torture.

Two: Ichigo would constantly
insist she stay seated, and that tied in directly to her next hatred, number
three.

Three: her belly would grow until
it looked like she had swallowed a basketball and her ankles would get sore
from waddling all the extra weight around like a penguin, hence Ichigo�s
insistence on making her sit, even though she didn�t want to.

She wasn�t stupid either, and she
knew they had been having problems with the Huge Hollows, the Menos�, and the
Gillian and Adjucha�s lately. She had even heard rumors about the more
Hollow-like Arrancar�s converting to the other side because of the discrimination
done by the Vastro-Lorde�s that all lived in Las Noches and their envy at not
being able to reach that long-prized level. With her getting pregnant, Ichigo
wouldn�t leave her side, and even though she loved him for that, she knew it
would be the perfect opportunity for the opposing side to attack, so her
pregnancy would have to remain as quiet as possible, even though she knew the
Vastro-Lorde�s had an acute sense of their leaders� states, and especially their
ability to sense souls. Their baby wouldn�t be able to stay under wraps for
long.

But there were some things she
absolutely loved about getting pregnant again. The feeling of another
life growing within her had astounding her when she was pregnant with Kaien,
and she had almost been overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of what her body was
doing naturally without anything telling it to do so. The first time she had
felt him move was like a religious experience in itself, and the thought of
feeling that again wasn�t anything bad in her mind. Then there was the way
Ichigo would turn into even more of a doting husband than he already was, and
that was saying something. Not only would he not leave her side, but if he had
to because of one of her cravings, he was gone and back in a
second�literally�and that was what cravings were all about, so she never had to
wait long.

Then there was her favorite. The
way he would make slow, sweet love to her while completely aware of her
pregnant status, and the way he would rub slow, soothing circles over her
growing belly as they lost themselves to their manifested love. She wasn�t able
to make him let go of his inhibitions during this time though, but with all the
extra hormones and estrogen floating around in her system, she had no problem
losing herself to the agonizingly slow, loving thrusts he always gave her, as
if he was afraid he could hurt the baby. He knew what she was going through
because, and for, him and he made sure he did everything in his power to make
that as comfortable a transition as possible, even if he put his foot down
every now and then because he was worried about her safety.

He may be a damn infuriatingly
sexy bastard, but he was her damn infuriatingly sexy bastard, and she
loved him with everything she had.

Maybe she would hold off on the
beating, or more likely, maybe she would give him the beating then have her way
with him.

Whichever came first.

~~~~~~~~~~

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