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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Laid

Even though he was both mentally and physically exhausted, Grimmjow found he just couldn�t sit still. Ever since meeting with Ichigo yesterday, at least he was sure it was yesterday as it was hard to tell time in a windowless cell, he had become extremely restless; pacing about his cell aimlessly and never being able to sit still for long no matter how hard he tried.

Snarling at himself for acting so stupid he forced himself to lay down on the slab like bed. He shifted about, trying to find some position that was comfortable, before giving up and lurching to his feet again to start his pacing around the room before a minute was even up.

His dinner and breakfast remained untouched in the corner. He just wasn�t hungry and, oddly enough, not tired at all. Exhausted yes, but sleepy no. Perhaps it was something Ichigo had done to him while they mated. Perhaps it was because seeing the teen alive and in relatively good shape had bolstered his resolve. Whatever the reason for his sudden restlessness he really wished he could at least stop this pointless pacing. In fact he was half surprised Szayel, the arrogant ass that he was, hadn�t made some comment to him about his pacing, or reprimanded him for not eating.

Snapping his fangs in irritation at the air he forced himself to sit on the slab. It was just too uncomfortable. Not soft enough. Glaring at the padded board that served as his bed, he growled in frustration before eyeing the padding on the wall.

Maybe if it was softer, warmer, he might get some rest. Without a second thought he clawed at the wall, tearing the padding with his claws and pulled the stuffing out in clumps. He arranged it on his �bed� and tried to get comfortable again.

It was still not soft enough and too open and drafty. It felt wrong. He eyed the floor instead. It was padded as well, arguably more so than the slab. Decision made, he pulled the clumps off of the slab and shoved them underneath it before curling up there.

Better, but it was still too cold and not soft enough. Without a second though he tore the walls up some more, grabbing more and more stuffing until the nest he had built was to his liking.

�Much better,� he thought, pleased with himself.

He curled up in the nest, sighing contently, but it didn�t last long. His body may have finally sound piece, but the rest of him was still restless. His eyes kept darting about the room and he kept trying to reach out with his senses to find something. What he was searching for he wasn�t quite sure, but the longer he went without finding or seeing it, the more agitated he became.

He shifted in his nest restlessly, but didn�t want to leave it. He knew he needed something, he just didn�t know what it was and that made him even more restless, but not enough to leave the nest.

He started to whimper a little, unaware he was even doing so until a louder one echoed back at him. He froze as the sound hit his ears and his eyes widened in horror.

�Fuck!� he cursed aloud.

　

　

Ichigo was in pain, he knew that. Dimly he was aware that he was screaming as well, as was H�tsu and Zangetsu. He could feel his body, his very soul, being torn asunder and it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. Being a rather active warrior he was all too familiar with pain in many of its forms, but not a soul shattering pain like this; and he swore his soul was actually shattering.

Worse was that, some how, some way, he just knew he had to be somewhere, that something was calling him, pulling him. The feeling had been there before the pain had started and even through the pain the feeling had not stopped, but rather intensified as time went on.

H�tsu seemed to know what it was, but before the hollow half of his soul could begin to explain the pain had started, ending the conversation before it could even really start.

Another cry of agony was torn from him as he felt his soul tear painfully. It felt like he was being ripped apart, torn into three pieces against his will.

　

　

It was working, he could see the reitasu of his test subject separating into their individual components; Human, Shinigami and Hollow. He had tried administering pain killers and, after that was clearly having no effect, every form of anaesthetic he had at his disposal to get the annoying screaming to stop, but nothing seemed to work to put the subject out of his misery.

Instead he was being forced to listen to the loudest, gut wrenching screaming he had ever been forced to listen too. It was giving him one hell of a migraine but the results being displayed were just too damn intriguing to call off the experiment. With Ichigo�s various components of reiatsu fluctuating so violently Szayel was forced to manually correct and compensate the programming running the equipment as the experiment continued. He dare not leave the equipment to handle it, nor miss a moment of this glorious achievement in science. He was so close to success that he didn�t dare turn his attention aside for even a moment least he miss the slightest detail, even though they had been at this for some time already.

There was monitoring equipment recording everything going on in Grimmjow�s cell anyway and he could view the data at a latter date. There were alarms and other warning systems set in place to alert him should the Arrancar�s vitals took a drastic dip or climb that would require his attention. Until then the automated system would take car of his captive.

His thoughts were yanked back to the experiment in front of him and he felt saliva start to gather in his mouth as he watched in glee as the reiatsu he was pulling from the teen suddenly snapped and separated completely into the two adjacent containers.

The screaming finally died and he had only a second to feel triumph, and relief that the screaming was finally done with, before dawning and dread plunged through him. The door to the left chamber went flying as it was kicked off of his hinges and hadn�t even had time to hit the wall before he found himself staring into murderous golden eyes. He felt terror wash over him before the pain of suddenly being slammed against a wall himself even registered to his body.

His hands automatically grasped desperately onto the wrist of the hand pinning him to the wall by the throat and crushing his wind pipe to an extent that he could still force breath in, but it was a struggle. The creature holding him was just out of touching range, making any attempt at kicking his captor pointless.

He realized his error instantly and violently cursed himself for not thinking of this possible outcome. His reitasu suppressing device had been set for Ichigo�s unique reiatsu signature. Now that the signature had changed, the very core of it separated, the suppression device no longer recognized its target. Like having a machine that prevent the colour orange from going through, but if you separated the components back into red and yellow the machine ignored it.

�Oi, Zangetsu, get King out of there and to pet. He�s in trouble,� the hollow pinning him ordered in a deep, echoing voice.

�Don�t call him that H�tsu,� Ichigo�s voice ordered exhaustedly as he was let out of his chamber by the third being.

�He�s about to lay,�

Ichigo stiffened before racing out of the room as if he was in perfect shape, not even sparing the pinned scientist a second glance.

�What about you?� Zangetsu questioned in a rather deep voice.

�I�ll catch up later,� H�tsu promised with a wide smirk, not once taking his eyes off of Szayel�s.

Despite himself Szayel found he could not break that gaze and felt himself go completely still in the others grasp. He just knew that even twitching would be the end of his life. The reiatsu washing over him from the enraged Hollow holding him pinned to the wall left his own trembling in fright. He had never been the strongest and had used his brains to stay on top. Somehow he had a sickening feeling that this creature was not only powerful, but smart as well, a very dangerous combination.

He silently pleaded for the Shinigami to remain, for he had a feeling things were going to get unpleasant once he was alone with this creature.

Zangetsu just gave a nod of his head and exited the room as well, leaving the two hollows alone.

�You know, I have had some time to think about what I was going to do to you when I finally had you in my claws,� H�tsu purred at him, close the last little distance between them so their bodies were pressed together. �I thought of rending the flesh from your bones. I though of slowly tearing your mask off and watching your life force escape as you withered in agony and regressed to a blubbering child like Nel had become before ending your pitiful existence.�

He felt terror grip his stomach for this creature holding him easily had the power to do such things, and more, to him.

�But do you know what I had never figured on?� H�tsu asked him in a near whisper as he brought his free hand up to cup the side of Szayel�s face and stroke his cheek with a clawed thumb.

The question clearly demanded an answer and, too terrified and short on breath to speak, he gave his head a small shake the best he could in the others grip. The longer the creature spoke, the more time he had to live, and maybe think of something that could help him.

H�tsu smirked and brought his head beside his captive so they were cheek to cheek.

�I never figured how fucking beautiful your eyes are when they are wide in terror,� H�tsu whispered in a dark seductive tone into his ear.

He swallowed nervously and felt his body begin to tremble against H�tsu�s. He could feel the others cheek muscles shift against his own as the hollow smirked.

�So now I find myself unwilling to kill you just yet, when before the thought of your blood on my claws made me so fucking hard.� H�tsu�s voice actually sounded like he was pouting. �But I think I have a solution. After all, King wont let me play with his own pet, and I know you are rather intelligent, so tell me,� H�tsu retreated just enough so they were once more looking eye to golden eye and his wide, malicious smirk was plainly visible, �what happens when two powerful Hollows meet and the stronger one cant� bring itself to kill the weaker?�

　

　

Ichigo raced down the halls, ignoring the lingering pain in his chest from when his soul had literally been ripped apart. H�tsu�s words replayed over and over in his mind and the frantic feeling he had felt earlier about needing to be somewhere suddenly made sense.

He needed to get to Grimmjow, and nothing was going to stand in his way. Despite being only the �human� part of his soul, he still had some reiatsu, not nearly as much as when he was whole, but enough that he could still sense where Grimmjow was.

Zangetsu caught up to him quickly as the Shinigmai half of his power was, after all, literally half of his power. Unlike his own naked state, H�tsu and Zangetsu had manifested in their full forms, clothing and all.

The lab he had been held in was actually not that far from where he was sensing Grimmjow was being held, but the two hundred meters felt more like two hundred miles as he raced towards the distressed reiatsu.

When he finally reached the door blocking him from Grimmjow his hands trembled so much as he tried to force the keypad locked door open that he kept fumbling at the device.

�Ichigo, calm down. He is in no danger yet,� Zangetsu ordered calmly.

Ichigo forced himself to take a deep breath as the calming voice, if not the words, washed over him. Zangetsu always did have that affect on him and panicking was not going to do Grimmjow any good if he was in serious trouble.

Calmed down slightly, he forced himself to work the keypad slower until the door kissed open and he was able to step inside. He blinked in surprise at the state of the room, for the walls were completely shredded and there was a pile of unidentifiable meet in the corner he tried not to look too hard at.

Blue, clearly distressed eyes snapped up to meet his from under the slab like bed and through a large pile of shredded stuffing. Ichigo rushed over and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he noticed Grimmjow appeared to be relatively fine, if not soaked in sweat and clearly in some for of distress.

�Kurosaki?�

�Yeah, it�s me. Are you alright?� he questioned as calmly as he could.

�Just fucking peachy,� Grimmjow answered with a snarl before winching and clutching at his abdomen. �Fuck,� he cursed.

�H�tsu said you should be laying soon. What do you need me to do?� he asked.

�I don�t know,� Grimmjow admitted. �This is a first for me too and the normal system we have as Adjucas changed when I became an Arrancar. As an Adjucas our reproductive systems are closer to say, a female hyena.�

�What about a Vasto Lorde?� Zangetsu asked.

�When we reach that stage we go full male or full female. I have never heard of a pregnant male Vasto Lorde, but we honestly don�t spend a lot of time talking to each other,� Grimmjow answered before hissing in pain.

�Can you come out from under there? I can�t help you in there,� Ichigo requested softly.

There was no doubt in his mind that despite the tough outlook Grimmjow was giving off, he was terrified. No one knew what to expect or what to do and if something went wrong there was no one to help them.

Grimmjow slowly crawled out from the nest he had made under the slab but made no motion to go further or even stand up. Instead he hissed in pain and an odd whimper escaped his throat.

Ichigo didn�t even hesitate as he got down on his knees beside the suffering former Espada and gently rubbed a hand along his lower back, making soothing noises.

�What ever happens, I am here,� Ichigo assured him. �And I wont leave no matter how ugly things get.�

�What makes you think I want you here Shinigami?� Grimmjow questioned with a growl.

Despite the situation, Ichigo found himself smirking. His words may say one thing, but the way his Beta was leaning into his touch spoke of a completely different reaction to his presence.

�If our situations were reversed, would you care that I didn�t want you here?� he questioned, already knowing the answer.

A growl was all the answer Grimmjow was willing to give him before it was cut off by a howl of pain. Ichigo caught Grimmjow as he fell onto his side, holding onto the shivering Arrancar and once more making soothing sounds.

He wished there was something he could do to ease the other�s suffering, hell he wished he knew what was truly going on and how to handle it, but no one did, not even the one who was suffering.

Grimmjow gave another cry of pain and a sharp shudder before suddenly going still in Ichigo�s grasp. Ichigo felt a large sense of déjà vu rush into him as a large hole appeared in Grimmjow�s abdomen, reminding him greatly of the time Aizen had removed the Hogyoku from Rukia�s chests and recalling the conversation about how something could be stored in a soul that went with the event. A large, oval, light grey object appeared and slowly came out before resting gently on the ground and the hole repaired itself.

Ichigo stared at the obvious egg in shock, feeling the thrumming of life as it pulsed from beneath the safety of it�s shell. This was his, something he had helped create and it was so clearly alive, even if it was not yet in a form he could recognize.

Grimmjow whimpered and stirred, breaking the trance Ichigo found himself in. He was slick with sweat and panting lightly, but otherwise seemed to be completely fine after having a hole just appear and disappear. Rukia had been fine afterwards too and he hoped there would be no side effects on Grimmjow just like there hadn�t been any side effects for Rukia.

�Ours?� Grimmjow questioned weakly once he caught his breath a little, glazed blue eyes staring at the egg laying beside them.

�Ours,� Ichigo agreed, reaching out and hesitating only briefly before pulling the egg closer to their bodies so they could curl up around it.

The texture of the shell reminded him of any other egg he had ever handled, but unlike those eggs (already cold and dead) this one was clearly alive and warm, and a hell of a lot larger. Ichigo honestly had no idea how Grimmjow had kept his figure packing around something that large inside of him.

Exhaustion finally caught up to the former Espada and in all honesty, Ichigo really didn�t feel like moving anytime soon either.

�Rest,� Zangetsu suddenly ordered, causing Ichigo to jerk slightly in surprise.

He had completely forgotten his Zanpakuto�s spirit had been in the room with him.

�I will watch while you all rest,� Zangetsu assured him.

Ichigo gave a nod of his head and curled more comfortably around the Arrancar in his arms and the egg they had both created.

　

　

Pregnancy sucks�� Anyhow, this chapter actually turned out pretty good. No idea when the next one will be ready, probably not until some time after Christmas.
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