The Last Mission (7/?)
AN: THE NEXT PART IS HERE… thank you to my readers on AO3 who left me a lot of comments to motivate and give me ideas to write this chapter! Thanks to the little few who did this on here (Tumblr) as well.
Wordcount: around 3400
Warning: slight smut, dub con, talk about pregnancies….
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Part 6
The soldier took you a few times. Once while you where asleep even, waking you up in the process; though that had been the last time, for when he had finished, the plane already alerted him that you were about to reach your landing area.
“Enjoy the view. After we land, I will blindfold you again until we reach our new destination.”, were his last words before he closed the cockpit door behind him.
You breathed in awe, the plane was flying into the sunset, painting the sky into beautiful read and violet colours.
Wow this is breath-taking, I wish I could take a picture. Are we in Europe or Asia, I wonder…. Better buckle up.
Breaching through the pink clouds, you saw that everything beneath the plane were woods and hills.
Where does he want to land this thing? I can´t see any streets.
The plane flew a little curve and you noticed the crowns of the trees coming closer and closer.
And then, the trees suddenly opened up to reveal a landing strip.
Guess this is where he is planning to land.
Within the next ten minutes, the soldier had landed the plane and parked it, in what it seemed to be, a hidden hangar.
“Ready to go?”, the man chuckled, entering the cabin again.
Knowing you had no choice, you stood up nodding your understanding and turned around to make it easier for him to blindfold you.
He thanked you with a light brush od his metal digits against the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shudder down your spine. Much to the amusement of the male.
“Not here and not yet- but soon. When we are at our new hideout.”, he whispered, his lips mere hair width away from your ear.
You dreaded your future and the ride there.
“How long until we are there?”, you asked with a meek voice.
“Two hours by car and then two by foot. Depending how fast you can walk blindfolded.”
You sighted. I am so gonna break my legs. Or pummel to my death.
“Don’t worry, the way is not steep and not aligned by cliffs. So, you won´t die- at least if you don’t try to run. The area is known for their mountain lions. Don´t try to run once we are there and Barnes is back in charge.”, malice swung in his voice and you hurried to answer truthfully.
“I won´t. I am not stupid.”, the last part was only a whisper, but he heard it non the less of course.
“Maybe you are not. Though it stands against to be argued, after you were with that captain on the Carrier.”
“But just because I had no other choice.”, you grumbled under your breath, “Just like now.”
“I am sure Romanov can be quite persuading. I taught her after all a few tricks myself. Now follow me.”
The male grabbed your upper arm and surprisingly gentle guided you out of the plane and towards a car.
Is this a jeep? Does that mean it goes up a mountain?
You did not know much about cars, bur this one was so loud, you knew the motor must be strong and expensive.
He kept silent until the moment you must have reached the place the journey would continue by foot.
“Now we will walk the rest of the way. But we need to hurry- it looks like it will rain soon.”
For real? Just my luck.
“O-okay. If I could see, I would be faster-“, you tried to reason, but to no avail.
“No way. But don’t worry, this path is rather easy and I will make sure you will not fall. I admire you trying though.”
“Fine.”, you sighted, “ It was worth a try, not that I had anywhere to go.”
“True. Now shut up and walk.”
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One and a half hours into the walk the first droplets of water fell and soon rain poured down like waterfalls; within seconds the two of you were drenched to the bone.
Thunder roared in the distance and the winds got stronger.
You felt like a walking icicle.
*Hatchoo* You sneezed.
*Hatchoo* Again.
And again. And again and again.
Fuck, I am so going to be sick.
“Five more minutes and we are at our destination.”, the man beside you stated, sounding angry and not happy himself.
Soon he said the words you were waiting for: “We are here. Time to warm up.”
“Y-y-y-y-y-yes p-p-p-p-please.”, you shivered.”s-s-s-s-s-soooo cold.”
“Take off your blindfold. I don’t want you to get the whole door wet.”, the soldier ordered and you tried to follow, but your fingers were to stiff to even move.
“I-i-i-i-I can´t- my f-f-f-f-f-fing-g-g-gers are froo-o-o-ozen.”
Lights blinded you, when the piece of cloth was removed.
“T-t-t-thank y-y-you.“, you shivered with a smile.
“Through that door over there is the bath. Get beneath the shower. I will turn the heater on and get soups heated.”
“O-o-o-o-okay.”, you had no energy and will left to argue, both were as frozen as your body.
What you were able to register from the cabin, was cosy and wooden.
Zooming in on the door the soldier had clamed to hide the bath, you nearly fell over your frozen feet, though you were able to catch yourself on the doorframe.
Grabbing the handle, you were confused the very next second. No matter if you pulled or pushed- the door stayed close.
Why?- How`? What?
“H—hh-h-how do I o-o-o-o-pen the damn do-o-or?”, you grumbled.
It was when you yanked at the handle, that the door slipped open. Leaving you buffed.
A sliding door?
Finally able to enter the room, you beelined for the shower, not even able and wanting to strip, you started the water and stood beneath the hot stream within seconds.
It burnt, so cold was your blood and body.
“Fuck!”
The water isn’t really heated yet.
Your clothing hot more and more heavy with every second it got soaked.
Slowly. Very slowly, you felt your body heat return.
“Still in your clothes. You must be more frozen than I thought. You need to undress though to get proper heat. I will do it for you.”, the male suddenly stated from the doorway, causing you to jump in fright and surprise.
“Reflexes are still there. Good. Move, I will join you and then we eat.”
The soldier joint you beneath the hot stream, stripping on his way and only leaving his knife in his hand, at once cutting away your soaked clothing.
It felt so good to have it gone, that you weren’t even mad.
“Now wash yourself. I brought clothes to change into once we are warm and dry again.”
Nodding in understanding, you accepted the soap he was offering you and did as he had told.
And so did he later on as well.
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It must have taken almost an hour until your bodies were warm again and dressed (in your case) in oversized sweatpants and shirt, while your hair had been blown dry by a hairdryer.
“Eat up and then take one of the rooms to sleep in. No door in this cabin can be locked, except for the front door and one hidden somewhere around here. I am the only one who knows how to open them. Enjoy the time with Barnes. We will see each other sooner than later.”, and with those words, you were left alone in the ´large´ cabin in the woods.
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You had taken the liberty to open each and every door on the search for the most comfortable looking room and bed to claim as your own. Fully intending on making the best out of your situation, you chose the room right next to the kitchen, for it was the one bedroom with the biggest window and bed.
Thinking (and hoping) there might be some more fitting clothes in the closets, you opened every drawer and found: absolutely nothing- only some dust.
At least the bed seemed to be fresh, well more or less.
Tired as hell and hoping for one uninterrupted night of sleep, you slipped beneath the covers.
The warmth and softness lulling you to sleep at once.
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For two days you were left alone, no man- neither Barnes nor the Soldier- joined you and you were able to relax some more.
On the bad side, it made you mind wander as well.
How long will he keep you?
What will he do, once he doesn’t want or need you anymore?
What if you get ill?
You were just preparing some breakfast for yourself, when a movement caught your attention at the entrance of the hallway that lead to the four bedrooms.
The soldier or Bucky? With that confusion and guild in his eyes, it can only be Bucky.
“Where are we? How did we get here and how long are were here already?”, the male asked in confusion.
“A few days. The soldier brought us here. This cabin is locked, and we are literally in the middle of nowhere. Tea?”, you answered with a shrug, having come to terms with the fact you could not change anything.
Shock was written in his eyes.
“What did I do?”, he asked, his hands entangling in his hair and clutching his head.
“Sleep. And he did nothing but getting us here. That was three days ago. You slept for two days after arriving here. I was just making myself some breakfast. Want some?”
“I-I thought he was gone.”, Bucky whispered to himself, you could almost think you had imagined it.
“If you want to shower, the bath is over there and the door slides open. I will be in my room over there if you want or need anything.”, you smiled and past the male, knowing he probably needed some time for himself.
Laying down on your bed, you continued reading one of the books you had found: and older version of J.R.R Tolkien´s “The Hobbit”.
You liked to read, especially launching on the bank of the oriel windows in the living area, with a cup of tea by your side.
Bucky did not join you that day, and when the night fell, you went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He was sitting on the couch, staring into nothing.
“I am getting ready and then head off to bed.”, you called out, though got no reaction.
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It was another two days until the Soldier visited you again.
“So this is the room you chose. Cosy. And you seem to have found the books. I never was in this room before- the handlers were sleeping here. Now I know why. This is the best room in the whole cabin.”, the deeper voice of the dark side stated from the door, pulling you away from the book.
“I can switch-“, you answered not wanting to anger him, now that your situation had slightly increased. Though you hoped he would decline that offer.
“No need for that. I will simply join you here. Just like I would do in any other room. Why don’t you make room for me?”, he grinned, already pulling his shirt over his head.
His chest was still toned, and you caught yourself thinking that you could be attracted towards him under different circumstances.
Placing a mark into the book, you put it down on the nightstand, waiting for more instructions.
“What have you done while I was gone, I wonder. You did not try to leave. And neither did Barnes. I wonder why?”, he asked, now standing at the food of the bed.
“You said the doors are locked and that I would never find the way back to the car. No matter that I don’t know where we are. This could be China, Russia or Germany for all I know. I am safe here, have food, running water and heating. I had to chose between certain death and imprisonment. TO be honest: As long as I stay alive, I might be able to let the Asshole and the Bitch know what I think of them and slap them in the face.”, you answered honest.
“You think they will find and safe you ?”, his voice darkened- almost sounding possessive.
“No. But the possibilities are higher than when I am dead. And as long as you don’t kill me, I am at least alive. Though it might get boring once I am through with the books.”
“I will have to keep you occupied then, don’t I?”, the soldier had joined you on the bed, towering over your form, once he had finished speaking.
Naked as most times when he visited you. You had stripped yourself, when you had seen him approach, so now both of you were naked; with your body already lubricating itself to be prepared for what was about to come.
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“You are still sick.”, the Soldier mused.
He had woken up alone in bed once again, finding you slouched over the toilet- puking your guts out in the bathroom.
“Just- Just give me a bit. I am sure I will be fine in a few minutes; just like the other days.”, you groaned, and reached for the glass of water to rinse your mouth clean.
“It has been over a week, nearly two, bit you don’t have a fever or any other symptoms of an illness you might have. It also come periodically and you weren´t nowhere where you could have caught an illness.”
“Yeah- wait. What did you just said?”, you snapped your head up.
“That it comes periodically and that you couldn’t get ill from someone.”, he answered bored.
“How periodically?”, you had a bad idea what was wrong with you.
“Every time I wake up, until an hour or so later.”
“So almost like every morning- errr night.”
“In a certain way, yes.”
Shit.Shit
You felt your blood drain out of your face and a hiccup left your throat.
“You know what is wrong with you. Tell me!”, he demanded with a growling and for the first time in a long time, panic settled in your bones.
Your mind was racing: Would this mean you are dead?
Cowering away, you hid behind the toilet, watching the towering man with huge eyes.
He was angry. And became even more so with every passing second.
“(y/n). I will not ask again. Tell me, or I will make you!”, he strode forward, his metal hand gripping your hair, ready to pull you up by it shouldn’t you answer him soon.
“I-I. Please,”, you were freely sobbing now,” I think I might be pregnant.”
You lifted your arms to protect yourself from something that might come towards you. But nothing happened.
No stroke. No answer.
Until:
“Repeat.”, his voice was only a whisper.
“I did not get my period this month. I blamed in on psychological stress. But with this sickness and all- I. I think I might be pregnant by you. W-with all the – by you and Barnes.”
His eyes bored into you.
First into your eyes, then slowly wandering down to your stomach. His gaze was so intense, that you were sure he would rip out your uterus then and there.
He is going to kill me for sure.
“Can. Can I see the stars one more time, before-“, your voice broke before you could finish the your plea.
“Before what?”, he squinted his eyes.
“Before you kill me.”, you whispered, “I won´t be of use for you anymore and-“
He stared at you some more, before letting you go and striding out of your room. You were crying, sobbing so hard you couldn’t move.
“Get up.”, his voice suddenly ordered and you stumbled to your feet, “follow me. And eat.”
The last part was said once you had taken the ordered place in the kitchen. A bowl of soup in front of you.
He had never prepared you food (except the one day where you had arrived at this cabin a few weeks ago). Not trusting your stomach, you slowly picked at your food and only ate small bites.
It was good and once your stomach had calmed down; you finished the whole bowl.
“Thank you.”
He moved to stand behind you, his hands moving over your arms to rest on your shoulders, right against your neck. You were sure he would snap your neck then and there.
But he did not.
What is going on?
“Go to your room.”, the Soldier ordered, “and wait there for me.”
“Yes.”
Doing as being told, you sat down on your bed with your mind racing with thoughts about the future.
You had never thought about having a baby or not, and now it was too late.
Needing something to do, you started to clean the room; what itself did not take long, because the only thing laying around was the shirt the Soldier used to strip of once awoken.
Bucky had started to actively hide his metal arm when he was in control, while the Soldier proudly showed it, resulting in him walking around bare chested most of the time.
At the beginning, Bucky had slept in a different room, though after waking up multiple times in your bed, you had convinced him that he had been sleep walking and so he just shared the bed with you now.
You couldn’t bare the thought of telling him, that the soldier was back every night: you did not want to make him suffer more. And since the darker side had been with you every night and you were willing, Bucky´s urges during the day were almost not existing anymore. The only one fucking you at the moment were the Soldier.
It took almost half an hour for the male to join you again. He had a syringe in his hands.
“Lay down and give me your arm.”
“What´s that?”, you asked in fear, you did not want to die through lethal injection like a prisoner.
“Vitamins.”
“Vitamins?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”, you breathed confused, you had been sure he was about to kill you.
“You need them. Now stop asking.”
“Sorry.”, you apologised, offering your demanded arm and flinching when the needle pierced your skin.
After getting rid of the needle somewhere unknown to you, the male slipped into bed next to you, as always naked and hard.
But unlike the other times, he did not slam into you in doggy or missionary style, but pushed you to lay on your side and gently lifted your leg to slip into you with a quick but rather soft movement.
It was so unlike the usual him that you first thought Bucky had taken control. You were even more confused now.
His metal hand moved from your thigh, over your mound and lower abdomen (where it rested for a second or two) before making its way to your breasts to play with them.
It was the first time you felt an orgasm build inside of you, caused by the Soldier and not Bucky.
That night, he only took you once; just like the following eight nights.
Each night, he was ´soft ´, careful and preparing food for you either afterwards or before.
You didn’t know what to think anymore.
“Why are you like this all of the sudden?”, you asked one evening out of the blue, not being able to stand the change anymore without an explanation.
“I never liked hurting children. I may be a weapon, but I am no monster. Have I killed a few? Yes. Was I ordered to do so by them? Yes. Did I have no other choice? Yes. Did I let them suffer? Never. I always made it quick, clean and painless. No matter my orders.”, was all he said, not even looking up from his task of preparing food,” Furthermore will they put me through the worst pain I will have ever experienced, when they find us and either you or the unborn is hurt. They tried to long and hard to achieve that in the past. The better the news they get once found, the less pain I will be in.”
That was the end of the conversation.
You mused over his answer for some time; finally coming to the conclusion that up until now (and mentally even now) he was nothing more than a prisoner himself. Just like you.
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if hisana were to give birth to the aizen twins, how would that effect them? personality-wise?
Well, if I were to completely revamp absolutely everyone’s backstory…
(This takes place roughly 400 years before canon, and is an expansion of sorts of this post)
- First of all, Christina doesn’t get reborn as Hisana. She gets reborn as some random person in the Bleach verse. Let’s call her…Shiori, because that’s the same name I gave the twins’ mother in TLM.
- C!Shiori is a normal human woman. Then, when she’s about 18, she gets killed in a robbery gone wrong and becomes a normal soul (with shinigami-potential spiritual energy, but still).
- Shiori meets and befriends several prostitutes. They take her in and she uses her medical knowledge to help the girls out.
- Give it a few years and she’s set up her own little clinic (similar to Hisana’s ‘Angel-of-Inuzuri’ thing in WTL but only known to a select few clients)
- At this point, Shiori decides she wants to become a mother, you know, ‘seize the day’ and all that. She never got to become a mother in her past life…and given her track record with dying before her time (barely reached 30 as Christina, died at 18 as Shiori), she’s thinking, yeah I gotta get on that.
- Problem is, sperm banks are not a thing in the Bleach world.
- That actually turns out to not be much of a problem, because her closest friends are prostitutes and they’re more than willing to hook her up with a guy. A shinigami even, because everyone knows that there’s some weird correlation between spiritual energy and fertility in this world (seriously, unless both parents have some measure of spiritual energy, their chances of procreating are pretty much nil).
- Getting the timing right is a little difficult because her menstrual cycle’s been all screwed up ever since she died. Once she does though, she lets her friends doll her up and lead her downstairs (“Don’t worry,” Sachiko whispers with a giggle. “We’re having a half-off night for shinigami only, so you should have plenty of options to choose from, Shiori-chan.”
“You guys really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Shiori mutters, even as she chews on her lip nervously. “I told you, just…any guy who’s got a modicum of spiritual energy will do.”
“Nonsense,” Sachiko says, and reaches out to adjust Shiori’s kimono. “What are friends for?”)
- In the end, Shiori settles on a man with brown hair and warm grey eyes sitting in the corner of the room. She’ll be the first to admit she’s not the greatest at sensing spiritual energy but even she can tell that in terms of reiatsu, he far outclasses everyone else. He’s charming, he treats the girls with respect, he’s the only guy there who manages to make her laugh, and when he smiles at her…she doesn’t hate it, she decides, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest.
- He asks her what her name is. “Sakura,” she replies, naming herself after the flowers scattered across his kimono on a whim. “You can call me Sakura.”
- Shiori has a relatively uneventful pregnancy (yes, the symptoms are ten times worse than they should be and she becomes worryingly thin even as her stomach expands but the babies are healthy and that’s all that matters, right?). Sure, she had a minor freak-out the first time she sensed two distinct auras forming inside her, but hey, two birds with one stone and all that (she remains blissfully unaware of just how astoundingly rare it is in the afterlife to get pregnant on her first try, never mind having twins)
- 9 months later, she gives birth to two beautiful babies. The labor almost kills her but she’s not worried. As she tells her friends, the key word is almost. She’ll recover. She’s recovered from worse things than this.
- The first baby, the girl, she names Sayuri. The second baby she lets her friends name and after much debate, they settle on Sousuke (it doesn’t click in her head yet that she’s just given birth to Aizen Sousuke. This is in large part because it hasn’t clicked in her head yet that she’s in the Bleach world. And besides, Aizen Sousuke was an only child…right?)
- Sayuri….worries her. She’s alarmingly unresponsive and Shiori almost thinks she’s suffering from some sort of postpartum depression (but that’s ridiculous, that’s a thing that happens to the mother, not the infant). She does what she can though, emits as much soothing reiatsu as she’s able to, tries her best to be patient.
- With time, Sayuri gets better. The first time Shiori hums a few notes of Brahm’s lullaby to her daughter, she looks down to find Sayuri staring right at her, eyes wide open and alert for the first time since her birth.
- Sousuke’s first word is ‘mama’. His second word is ‘yur’ee’ which Shiori guesses is his attempt at saying ‘Sayuri.’ It’s the cutest thing ever and she spends an entire morning just cooing at him.
- Sayuri’s first words are a bit more atypical. For one thing, they’re in English.
- “You died too, didn’t you?” Her daughter asks her, even as Shiori stares at her, speechless. “My name was Lily. What was yours?”
- Things are a bit…different after that. Shiori does her best to treat Sayuri like an adult, although that’s fairly difficult to do when the other girl is in the body of a toddler. Sousuke becomes the first person in the Rukongai to grow up with English as a second language.
- Sayuri’s the first person to point out that they may be characters in a (previously thought to be) fictional world.
- “So you’re saying that my son, and your brother, has the potential to turn evil.” “I mean philosophically speaking, we all have the potential to turn evil, but yeah.” “Okay, let’s talk about how we’re not going to let that happen, shall we? So he’s going to be a powerhouse when he gets older. He’s already so intelligent and curious for his age; ambitious, too. None of those are bad traits– we just need to figure out how to direct them properly.”
- And so Shiori tells a lot of bedtime stories about various superheroes and using ones powers for good in an attempt to impart morals onto her son. What she didn’t expect was for him to take her words literally.
- “Mom, I want to be Superman.”
- “Not even just a superhero. No, he wants to be Superman. He wants to be Clark Kent,” Shiori says in disbelief. Sayuri shifts awkwardly.
“Well, he does like the glasses aesthetic.” She pauses and then looks up hopefully. “Can I be Catwoman then?”
- This is what makes Shiori decide to become a shinigami. If her children are determined to become vigilantes (she blames herself, this is all due to her badmouthing the Gotei 13′s incompetence when they were growing up), then she better get really good at healing. Fast.
- When Sayuri and Sousuke enter the Academy (”Yes I’ll become Superman someday but first I need to craft my alter-ego,” Sousuke tells her, very seriously. He slings an arm around his sister’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, mom. By the time we’re through, no one will ever even suspect us”), they are once again the youngest students there. Shiori, now an official Fourth Division member, beams at them proudly when they get the results of their entrance exam (”It’s nothing, mom. Seriously. As if we would fail.”)
- “You’ll come to the orientation ceremony, right? I heard they got someone really good to make the welcoming speech this year,” Sousuke says earnestly. Shiori smiles warmly down at him.
Times like these, she thinks, she can’t believe the innocent boy tugging at her sleeve could ever possibly turn into a monster.
“Of course, dear.”
- The applause when the Academy’s chief instructor introduces 8th Division Captain Kyouraku Shunsui is deafening. Neither Sayuri nor Sousuke understands why their (normally calm and collected) mother suddenly chokes when he steps onto the podium.
(Comments and thoughts welcome!)
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