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Wedding Night Mishap	By : picabone99 Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Wedding Night Mishap
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-5a
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-7a
- 10-8
- 11-9
- 12-10
- 13-11
- 14-12
- 15-13
- 16-13a
- 17-14
- 18-15
- 19-16
- 20-17
- 21-17a
- 22-epilogue
- 23-1st bonus
- 24-promised bonus
- 17
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"Now what are you whining about, Grimmjow?" Ichigo called out as he flung open the double doors.
"Ichigo!" came the shocked response from numerous throats, familar faces turning to face the Visored. The group wasted no time in moving towards Ichigo, firing off questions at him as they moved. Ichigo, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sheer volume and absolute chaos of overlapping voices, lifted his hands up before him as though he was pressing everything and everyone away from him and stepped back into the room.
"ENOUGH!" Ichigo roared out over top of the battery of questions. Glaring around at the, for now, subdued mix of Arrancars, Shinigami, and Visoreds, Ichigo was able to continue on at a normal volume. "You can all ask me your burning questions later. Right now, Starrk and Byakuya, as well as Jushiro, are waiting on the furniture behind me, needing some serious medical aid."
Grimmjow immediately abandoned his curiousity for now. As much as he needed answers, this was what he had been training for since he had been put under the watch of Retsu Unohana during his probation. He wasn't about to let her down at this test of his skills: she was scarey enough on a day-to-day basis, Kami save him if he had to deal with her and she was...disappointed... in him. Grimmjow quickly moved around everyone who was currently blocking him, including Ichigo, and entered the room behind the smaller male. He briefly beheld what seemed to be a small, yet luxious, sitting room, before focusing all of his attention on what he could see of the three males who had apparently collapsed on various pieces of the white and black furniture. Walking further into the room, Grimmjow dodged around a sofa and was finally able to see all of Starrk, Byakuya, and Ukitake.
Starrk was on the sofa that Grimmjow had just ducked around, with Lilynette sleeping on the floor at his feet. Byakuya was slumped over in the chair next to him and Ukitake had fallen asleep on the other end of the sofa.
As soon as Grimmjow had come around the sofa and spotted the others, he was in full healer's mode. Assessing the visible wounds, Grimmjow made his decisions about what to do first. Starrk was, by visual confirmation, the most in need of his servicies, followed very closely by Byakuya. Ukitake's wounds were more superficial and he seemed to be suffering more from exhaustion than his wounds currently; although, with his condition, Ukitake might end up needing some major medical leave. Lilynette, from what Grimmjow could see, was almost unharmed aside from some cuts, scrapes, and what liked bite wounds.
"Hey Pervert-Taicho! Get yer butt in here and assist me, damnit! Ya know field dressings as well as anybody in my Division," Grimmjow said as he knelt on the floor beside Lilynette so he could have a closer look at the mess Starrk's legs were. "Pineapple! Go get me some assistants an' a few o' the emergency healer kits that were packed!"
Urahara, hearing Grimmjow's yell, made his way through the crowd until he was standing on the other side of the furniture with Grimmjow, where he was able to see why Grimmjow had yelled for his assistance. Rolling up his sleeves he got to work on Ukitake, seeing that Ichigo had come around as well and was attempting to help with Byakuya.
Renji flashstepped away from the room to do as Grimmjow had bellowed at him. Grumbling the whole time about being fed up with the whole "Pineapple" thing and vowing to himself to find a time to do something about it.
While Grimmjow, Ichigo, and Urahara started healing the injuries as best they could using Grimmjow's emergency supplies that he kept in his sash, the crowd of people milling in the hallway outside of the sitting room all turned their attention on Mosqueda, hoping that he would be able to answer some of their burning questions. Mosqueda, seeing everyone's impatient and confused faces turning his way, held up his hands and quickly spoke up.
"The only question I could possible answer is why they are back almost immediately after they left. Or at least it seems that way to us. Based on Ichigo's comment and what I can see of them, I bet they would tell a different story about how long they have been gone," Mosqueda waved one of his hands towards the group on the furntiure. "The information passed down through the years indicate that there is some kind of time difference between here and the location of the challenges. The earliest someone has exited the challenges was a few hours after entering them, and the latest someone was known to have exited the chamber was two days. When asked about what happened, none of the previous Kings have ever been able to share the knowledge of what takes place during the tests. They respond that they know exactly what occured, but if you ask them to tell you, every single survivor gets a blank look on their face and are unable to answer. The most they will tell you is how long it seemed to take. The King who had the earliest return time reported that it seemed like months. The one who came back after two days? He said he felt like he had spent years trying to find his way back."
As soon as he had finished speaking, Mosqueda turned away from the group and went to assist Ichigo with Byakuya. Renji returned with the called for items and people while Mosqueda was busy helping Ichigo finish stripping the tattered remains of Byakuya's shiahakusho from his battered and injured body. With all of the new, experienced helpers, Mosqueda was able to focus on asking the questions that he knew all the people now standing along the walls were dying to ask. Making sure that his voice was loud enough to be heard over the buzz of healers as he asked, Mosqueda also made sure to repeat the answers the tired and wounded men gave him.
And so everyone came to know that Starrk, Byakuya, and Lilynette were victorious, even if they were unable to give any details of what occured. Ukitake, once he had revived somewhat, was able to say that he remembered being tested somehow and was now the Shinigami ambassidor to the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo.
Shunsui, who had just walked in the door after that information was given, paused for a moment, then continued on into the room until he was standing behind Ukitake's place on the sofa. Leaning over the pale, white-haired man, Shunsui was distracted in his visual examination of the other's wounds by a nagging sensation of something being off on the other. As he leaned over the back of the couch, Shunsui was finally able to pinpoint the difference in the face he had just seen that morning.
"Jushiro! Why didn't you ever tell me you were interested in getting a tattoo? I mean, don't get me wrong or anything cause it looks amazing on you," Shunsui said, winking as he pulled back from the pale man. "I just think we could have talked it over and agreed on something in a more...interesting location."
Ukitake, fading in and out of consciousness as his exhaustion battled with his need to listen in on the questions and answers, blushed as he heard Shunsui's comment in one of his lucid periods.
Ichigo, shooed off from looking after Byakuya by the healers, looked up at the familar voice of Shunsui.
"Shunsui? What the hell are you doing here? You're not part of the assigned Divisions."
"Ya, ya. I know that. Old man Yama got wound up when the news came back that you and some of the others dissappeared, summoned me and my Division and was in the process of ordering us to storm Los Noches in search of you. Just before he sent us out, someone else reported that everyone had returned almost as soon as they had left. So now, I'm here to play messenger boy and tell you to get yourself back and report."
Hanataro looked up at that from his position on the floor next to Grimmjow where he was assisting the teal-haired healer.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, Taicho! Starrk-san is to injured to be allowed to move. He will have to stay here."
Shunsui merely gave a large grin at the timid healer, before responding.
"That's fine! It'll do the old man good to come here for that report he claims to be in need of. He needs the chance to get out of his office and into the fresh air form time to time."
Grimmjow, deciding to make his opinion known as the senior healer in charge, spoke up.
"Ukitake could probably be moved, Byakuya should stay put fer a few days, and Starrk, lazy ass that he is, will love this, needs ta be moved ta a bed and left there until he heals up more. An' tha bed needs ta be close cause I don't want tha risk a longer move could pose ta his legs. We just got'em ta stop bleeding. Also, his ribs are broken. If he gets moved around too much, he could end up with a punctured lung. How he managed ta avoid it so far is beyond me."
"Why don't we just move them all down this hallway and into the bedrooms I found."
Heads whipped around at that statement, only to take in the sight of Renji standing in a different doorway than the one everyone had entered the room through. Renji, seeing all the faces turned his way, became defensive and began to explain himself.
"What? I saw the doors, didn't know what might be on the other side and decided that it needed to be checked out. I found a hallway that led to several bedrooms with closets and bathrooms, an office, a library, and a couple of other rooms. I didn't find anything that could be classed as being alive so the rooms don't seem to contain any threat and would be perfect to move Taicho and everyone else into."
Ichigo moved over to the open doors and examined them.
"What the hell," he said as he swung one gently back on forth on it's hinges. "This is where we entered this room. But the room we left was a cave."
"Well it's not now. Everyone who can, come give me a hand and we'll get the wounded settled," Grimmjow said as he stood up. Looking down at Starrk, Grimmjow noticed something shiny that was almost completely hidden behind the tall ex-Espada. Reaching down, Grimmjow wrapped a hand around it and gave a pull. Grimmjow was shocked to discover he was holding a crown.
Starrk, jarred back into consciousness by the Shinigami lifting him, noticed what Grimmjow was holding.
"Don't lose that, mi amigo. Byakuya has the other item of importance."
Grimmjow whipped his head around and took a closer look at the raven-haired nobleman. Sure enough, on the floor near the side of the chair he was resting in, was a jeweled sceptor.
"Well fuck me...," was all Grimmjow was able to get out as he watched his new King and the other two being carried through the doors.
Ichigo, standing back and out of the way of those doing the work, couldn't let such an opening slide and responded.
"Why Grimmjow! I had no idea! And all this time I pegged you as an Alpha," Ichigo smirked at the sputtering Grimmjow.
As Ichigo moved out to follow his mates, Grimmjow finally calmed down and, right when Ichigo was about to leave the room, spoke up.
"Hey, Berry-bitch."
"Yeah?"
"Nice outfit!"
Whistling, Grimmjow made a leisurely exit from the room. He needed to see about making his report to Unohana-Taicho after all. But as he left, he was well aware of the sounds Ichigo was making behind him as he left, and knew that this was a victory over the Visored that he would savor for a long time.

Can you believe these guys? Earlier in the story, they had unplanned nookie. Now, when I wanted them to have wild-thank-everything-we're-alive-and-won nookie, they're too injured. Grrr...
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