The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Family Meeting
“Well at least you got it toned down, does Ichi-nii know you are here?”
Grimmjow jerked and stared up at the girl standing in the kitchen doorway in shock. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even felt her presence. He scowled inward at himself for letting himself drop his guard like that. Had she been a real threat he might have already been dead.
“Who are you speaking to Karin?” a female voice called from the living room before the fair headed twin poked her head in the kitchen, looking around confused.
He could tell right away that she couldn’t see him as her eyes scanned over the kitchen in confusion several times. Karin, on the other hand, kept her gaze locked steady with his, not an ounce of fear showed in her eyes, but she was at least weary.
“He must know you are here unless you have taken to raiding his wardrobe,” Karin added, coming confidently into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee before turning to refill his own cup.
“Karin?” Yuzu asked confused.
“Just a friend of Ichi-nii’s,” Karin explained to her confused sister.
“Oh, tell him or her I say hi,” Yuzu said brightly.
“He can hear you, you just can’t see him,” Karin rolled her eyes.
“Oh, um hi,” Yuzu greeted shyly, her eyes locked on his cup of coffee.
“Why don’t you go help Goat Face unpack,” Karin suggested.
“Oh, okay,” Yuzu darted out of the kitchen.
“You still haven’t answered my question?” Karin sat down across from him, weary but otherwise showing no fear of him.
“Huh?” he questioned intelligently.
“Does Ichi-nii know you are here?”
“Yeah,” he answered, regaining his composure and sitting up straight, taking a sip of his coffee.
Karin looked at him oddly.
“What?” he demanded in a snap.
“You feel different,” she finally admitted.
He gapped at her in surprise. Ichigo hadn’t even noticed until it had been pointed out to him and yet his slip of a little sister with barely enough reiatsu to warrant attention had noticed right away that there was something different about him.
Before he could demand to know how she could even notice such a thing when they barely knew each other, a very loud commotion broke out upstairs.
“ICHIGO, YOU HAVE DROPPED YOUR GUARD AND NOW MUST WAHHHHHH!!” Isshin’s loud voice screamed from up stairs, the sentence cutting off midway to give way to a wail of pain.
“FOR CHRIST SAKES YOU STUPID OLD BASTARD, GROW UP ALREADY!” Ichigo’s voice roared back.
There was several loud crashes and the sound of Yuzu’s frantic voice trying to placate the two men drifted down the stairs.
“Idiots,” Karin muttered, seeming not the least bit disturbed by the violence.
Ichigo came into the kitchen a minute later, a scowl on his face and his reiatsu lashing in such displeasure that it would send some of the toughest hollows into hiding. He stopped when he looked up and noticed the two of them sitting down drinking coffee.
“Oh, Karin,” Ichigo greeted nervously.
“Goat Face being an idiot again?” Karin questioned casually.
“Yeah,” Ichigo answered with an exasperated sight. “How was the trip?” he asked.
“Same old, same old. Yuzu has some things for you from the family and they were sad you couldn’t come, but otherwise nothing much exciting happened. How long have you two been hanging out?” Karin questioned.
“I, ah, what?” Ichigo asked confused.
Karin rolled her eyes at him.
“There is far too much of his,” she pointed at Grimmjow, “reiatsu clinging to the house for him to have been here for only a few hours. It feels like he’s been here for days.”
“Oh, yeah, he has been,” Ichigo answered.
“You going to introduce us or what?” Karin asked with a raised eye.
“Huh, oh right, this is my sister, Karin, Karin this is Grimmjow, he’s um…”
“A hollow,” Grimmjow grunted. “Former Sixth Espada, technically the First now I guess since the others are all gone,” he introduced himself.
“Obviously. The hole in your chest and the mask on your face is a dead giveaway,” she rolled her eyes at them, “as is the feeling of your reiatsu, which thank you for subduing by the way. I don’t know why, but only Hollow reiatsu gives me headaches, which I guess is a good thing since Ichi-nii here has about as much self control as… well… I honestly can’t think of anything with that little control,” she admitted thoughtfully.
Ichigo gave out a sound of protest while Grimmjow let out a bark of a laugh. Oh yes he could definitely get along with this one.
“You never did tell me why your reiatsu is off though, I mean I haven’t seen you around too much, but I have seen you enough to know something is wrong,” Karin turned her gaze from her spluttering brother back to him.
The questioned silenced Ichigo and the teen went suddenly still, staring at his sister in surprise. He felt another set of eyes boring into him and he turned his gaze from the siblings to the man suddenly standing at the door.
Kurosaki Isshin was staring straight at him with a look Grimmjow could not begin to decipher and he felt his hackles rise, ready to either defend himself or flee. Isshin, it would seem, had as much control over his reiatsu as Ichigo lacked. While he could barely feel the older Kurosaki, what he could feel spoke of a deep pool of power. This man was dangerous and he suddenly wished his Alpha was standing a little bit closer to him.
“Ichigo, I thought I raised you with better manners than this, how dare you not introduce me to you friend,” Isshin scolded his son, sending a punch to the back of his son’s head.
Ichigo dodged the swipe and replied with one of his own, connecting with his father’s face and sending him into the wall.
“Because you didn’t give me a chance, idiot,” Ichigo scowled at his father.
Isshin peeled himself from the wall he had been punched into, but before another round of father/son bonding could begin, Karin broke it up.
“Oi, knock it off. You are leaving a bad impression on our guest,” Karin scolded.
“Please, just sit down and stop fighting,” Yuzu begged with budding tears in her eyes as she joined them in the kitchen.
“Of course, anything for you my darling daughter!” Isshin declared, hugging her close. “At least one of my offspring respects her poor father.”
“That’s because you don’t deserve respect!” Karin and Ichigo barked at the same time.
Grimmjow had witnessed some of these antics from a distance, but watching it first hand left him honestly flabbergasted. He wasn’t an expert on how normal human families function, but he was pretty sure it didn’t look like this. Other than Yuzu this was more on par with a hollow family in a sense, and did explain Ichigo‘s natural instincts.
One thing he did notice was that Isshin reserved all of his training for his son, which was foolish. Yuzu might as well have been free food, which from what he picked up from her was all she was ever going to be. Karin, on the other hand, had some potential and he couldn’t believe that her Sire was deliberately debilitating her chances of survival by ignoring her.
Everyone eventually settled down and sat at the table, Ichigo sitting on one side of him while Karin shuffled over and took the other. That was a relief because he honestly had no desire to be near Isshin and Yuzu was honestly beneath his notice and was only noteworthy at all because she shared Ichigo’s blood.
Yuzu was the only one who seemed nervous and kept staring at his cup of coffee, probably because it was the only thing her eyes could focus on since she clearly couldn’t see him. Hell, he wasn’t even sure that she could sense him.
Isshin still had a somewhat goofy expression on his face, but his eyes remained firm and in all honesty the gaze was making Grimmjow uncomfortable. This was his Alpha’s Sire. This was technically Isshin’s den and he had no doubt that the ex-Shinigami would be more than capable of kicking him out of it if he didn‘t pass his examination.
The thought of wandering alone in this condition was not pleasant and he quelled the budding terror by telling himself Ichigo would not abandon him even if Isshin did deny him permission to bed down with his family.
He was pretty sure he could easily survive a week in the Living World alone. Most of the Hollows that came here were no stronger than rats. Few Adjucus had reasons to come here short of possibly stealing clothing when they got closer to their Vasto Lorde stages. But after a week he would truly start to need food and would weaken to the point that he would either lose his cub or one of those pussy ass weaklings would actually finally out power him and he would be consumed. Both were disgusting thoughts.
“So, you going to tell me why your reiatsu is all messed up?” Karin was the first to break the silence.
Ichigo sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.
“I don’t even know where to begin to explain this,” he groaned.
“Why don’t you start with the part that you are a Shinigami,” Karin suggested slightly coldly. “Because I swear if you try to deny it this time my foot is going to smash your head into next week,” she threatened.
Grimmjow couldn’t help the smirk that touched his lips. He definitely liked this girl.
“Karin!” Yuzu gasped.
“No Yuzu, it’s time he came clean. And I swear if your friends attempt to wipe my memory one more time, I am going to kick their asses as well,” she added, crossing her arms and glaring at her brother.
“I don’t know where to start,” Ichigo confessed.
“Try at the beginning,” Karin suggested.
Ichigo let out another frustrated groan and shared a look with his father before turning his attention back to his sisters.
“Alright. Remember that ‘car’ that crashed into the house a while back?” he asked.
“Oh, I remember that!” Yuzu exclaimed.
“It was a hollow, not a car,” Karin grunted.
Her brother and father stared at her.
“What, the memory wipe worked for maybe a week,” she shrugged.
“Right, um, yeah, it was a hollow and not a car. Anyway, that same day I met Rukia and…..”
The story was a long one and despite himself Grimmjow found himself curious as Ichigo relayed to his family everything. They had to stop at one point, right after he had rescued Rukia, because his father had pounded into him for doing something so dangerously stupid as taking on the fire bird thing while Yuzu had decided to make dinner since it was getting late.
After dinner Ichigo picked up the story again, and this time he started to get a bit nervous. Their initial meetings didn’t go all that well and Yuzu looked horrified while Karin looked somewhere between pissed and amused.
“Do all boys make friends by beating each other into a bloody pulp first?” she questioned amused, “because it seems to be a running theme with you Ichi-nii,” she pointed out.
Both of them stared at Karin in surprise. Yuzu seemed horrified, Isshin had a look in his eye that Grimmjow still couldn’t place, and Karin seemed to be more amused than anything.
The story continued and Ichigo finally paused uncertainly before looking at their father. That was interesting. Isshin suddenly sighed and stood up, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
The oldest Kurosaki poured a cup of coffee from the current pot that was going and brought it back to the table, refilling Karin’s cup and, after a pause, Grimmjow’s as well.
“I suppose you are old enough to know,” Isshin sighed.
“Know what?” Karin asked her father coldly.
Taking a steadying sip of his coffee first, Isshin added his part of the story. Yuzu looked at their father in surprise while Karin just grunted as if she were not too surprised by the admission.
“Are you one too?” Yuzu asked her sister.
“No,” Karin shrugged. “I’ve fended a few Hollows off when they have gotten too close, but otherwise still human like you,” she smiled at her sister.
“Well that is a relief,” Yuzu sighed. “It’s bad enough worrying about Ichi-nii I am not sure I would be able to worry about both of you,” she smiled back at her twin.
“Yeah, well, I know my limits,” Karin assured her. “So now that we have gotten to defeating Aizen and such, are you finally going to tell us why your reiatsu is off?” Karin questioned.
There had been moments of hesitation throughout the story and it was now almost midnight. Ichigo seemed to be at a loss of words again and Grimmjow wondered if his Alpha would ever be able to actually explain this. Although truthfully, he was convinced that Ichigo still either didn’t quite understand the concept or was still in denial.
“My reiatsu is off because Ichigo Dominated me in a test of skill and we successfully Mated,” he answered the girl’s question honestly.
“Huh?” Yuzu exclaimed.
Karin raised an eye in surprise.
Isshin’s face was stony for a moment before he reached across the table and smacked his son, hard.
“You idiot, what about schooling? A father at your age, I thought I raised you better than that,” Isshin roared.
“I didn’t know this could happen,” Ichigo shouted back, jumping to his own feet.
“Father?” Yuzu breathed in shock.
“So you’re pregnant?” Karin asked surprised, ignoring the squabbling father and son just a few feet from them.
“Something like that,” he admitted.
“And that is why your reiatsu if off kilter?”
“Yes,”
“Congrats I guess,” Karin looked at the two fighting males before sighing in annoyance. “It’s getting late, I am going to crawl into bed. You coming Yuzu?”
“Huh, oh, yeah I guess. We do got school tomorrow morning. Ichi-nii, Otousan, stop that please, you are leaving a bad impression for our guest,” Yuzu begged.
“DAMN IT YOU USELESS BAG OF BONES!” Ichigo roared, successfully suplexing his father into the floor.
“AHH MASAKI-CHAN, OUR SON TURNED INTO A DELINQUENT BEHIND MY BACK,” Isshin sobbed, rushing over to hug the large poster of a woman hanging on the wall.
“STOP THAT, IT’S CREEPY AS HELL,” Ichigo slammed his father on the top of the head, knocking him unconscious. “Seriously,” he grunted in frustration, “the sooner Urahara-san can open a portal the better.”
Grimmjow stared at the violence in surprise. Apparently he might have had the Alpha of this household wrong.
“Come on, I don’t want to deal with anymore of this shit tonight and I do got to get up in a few hours for school,”
“Yeah,” he agreed, standing up and following Ichigo up the stairs to his room.
He didn’t want to deal with Isshin anymore tonight either, especially alone. Even through the antics Grimmjow sensed the former Shinigami was watching him very carefully. He didn’t blame the man, after all only a fool would let a predator into his den unwatched. The sooner they could get to Hueco Mundo the better.
Ichigo stripped down to his boxers before crawling into bed, moving aside to leave him room. He let the yukuta fall off of his shoulders before folding it and setting it on the desk. He crawled into the small bed and shifted under the offered covers.
“They handled it better than I would have thought, especially Karin,” Ichigo commented.
He had no reply to that and didn’t bother trying to form one. He would have been just as happy not meeting them but it had been unavoidable. It had been a long and trying day and he was already feeling drained despite his feeding the night before. Sleep was rather easy in the coming, especially with the warmth of his Alpha’s body and reiatsu right beside him.
Wow, thank you all so much for the feed back. Well, here in the next chapter and I hope you enjoyed how everything went. Instead of boring us all with a verbal explanation of events we have all read and/or watched, I went with the lazy ‘he explained everything to them’ rout. No point rehashing everything we already know.
One reason I went with Ichigo on top was, indeed, because it really doesn’t seem to exist regardless of who he is paired with. It’s also not often you see Grimmjow on the bottom. Normally my main pairings tend to be on equal footing, even if they don’t start that way.
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