Title: Bottled Star

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Durr.

Rating: T

A/N: This is a small Preface I decided to start with, rather than just jumping right into things. It happens somewhere in the middle of the story, I suppose. So just for the sake of resolving any potential confusion: chapter one is set way before this. Enjoy :)

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The wind ruffles my hair as I sit gazing thoughtfully up at the midnight sky. The soft breeze whispers in my ear; words of consolation and encouragement to persevere, I like to think. Because who else is there to turn to right now? All I have is the stars and the warm night breeze to seek comfort in. I lean back, against the cool surface of my 5th division building. So late at night, looking out at the dark Seireitei, it's easy to imagine I'm the only one awake.

I smooth down my Shihakusho, the soft fabric comforting my callused fingers. I've been spending countless hours in training, just Tobuime and I. Furthering my technique and pushing my endurance levels have become my only hobbies now. But I have to admit, it's been taking a toll on my weakened body. I'm reluctant to come to terms with everything that's happened. So to keep my thoughts from betraying my resolve, I must keep my body itself busy.

As I reach my midsection though, my fingers linger. I can't help it. The slight rise still seems surreal. But my queasiness in the mornings, coupled with the inability to even stomach foods that were once my favourite, well that proves it. I can't live in blissful ignorance forever. The child growing inside me would have to come out sooner or later. Oh that seems like such an impossible thought! A child, inside my own little body?

Despite the utter terror I feel simply by thinking about it, a faint smile touches my lips. God, this isn't going to be easy. But somehow, I wouldn't have it any other way.