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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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Remerging and Regret

　

Ichigo was starting to feel considerably uncomfortable, almost like his soul was stretched too thin. He hadn�t notice it too much in the beginning, but by the end of the first week after his soul had been split, the feeling became more powerful and unnerving. By the end of the second week it was down right unpleasant. He was nearing the middle of the third week and he could tell that time was running out before remerging would become difficult, if not impossible.

He was completely comfortable with remerging with Zangetsu, but he was not in so much of a rush to have H�tsu back in his head, assuming they could remerge easily anyhow. He hoped they could, for right now he was just a spiritually powerful human. He could still draw on their powers but it was not instant.

Zangetsu was completely right, they were going to have to remerge before his soul stretch to the breaking point and they were permanently separated. As much as he would almost wish to be free of H�tsu, losing that part of his soul was still losing a part of himself, and a huge chunk of his power; something he could not afford to do with his dangerous life style.

Ichigo sighed and turned his attention to Grimmjow, who was currently sleeping soundly curled up around their egg. He was regaining his strength quickly now that the egg was laid and was starting to get a bit antsy, like a caged tiger.

�Or panther,� Ichigo thought with a small smile as he gazed at his mate.

The Arrancar had already expressed an interest in going hunting for himself, but had hinted that he didn�t want to leave the egg unguarded. Even though Ichigo could draw on Zangetsu�s power, and presumably H�tsu�s as well, it was currently not his. There was no telling if, in a moment of need, that power might refuse his call. Ichigo completely understood Grimmjow�s concern, and even agreed with it. Zangetsu agreed as well; in that usual silent way of his that somehow communicated his intent without speech.

Ichigo knew Grimmjow would be waking up soon and he turned his attention over to Zangetsu, who was leaning silently against a wall. The two of them shared a look and he just knew that Zangetsu understood his intent, and agreed with it. After Grimmjow woke up and had something to eat Ichigo would attempt to remerge with Zangetsu. If something bad happened at least Grimmjow would be awake and able to guard them, or possibly go for help if the Arrancar could bear to separate himself from their young long enough to get Kisuke.

Ichigo hoped nothing would good wrong, but with his luck he wasn�t going to take any chances. Nothing was ever simple where he was concerned and if things could go to hell, well, history had already proved to him time and time again that there was a fair bet that it would. He wanted to make sure there was at least someone to pick up the pieces.

Grimmjow stirred in the nest, letting out one of those cute little mews he rarely did when he first woke up; a noise that Ichigo promised never to tell a soul about since he greatly valued his life. The sound did bring a soft smile to his lips before it turned into a smirk of appreciation as Grimmjow moved and stretched out just like a cat; arching his very impressive rear in the air before shifting his weight and bringing his shoulders and head up. He checked the egg first before finally turning his attention to Ichigo.

�You look determined about something,� Grimmjow comment as he crawled out of the nest and rose to his feet, giving off another impressive stretch of his naked body.

�I want to try and remerge with Zangetsu, after you eat,� he answered.

�You expecting something to go wrong?� Grimmjow questioned as he tore one of the taffy packets open and glared at the stuff as if it affronted him before taking a bite out of it.

�It�s me,� Ichigo pointed out with a scowl.

�Touché,� Grimmjow agreed with a chuckle.

Ichigo joined him, opening one of the MRE�s Kisuke had sent with him and they sat in companionable silence on the edge of the nest as they ate. Zangetsu approached him as soon as they were done eating and, with a sigh of resignation, Ichigo stood up to meet him.

�Everything had better work out alright, Kurosaki, because if you leave me to raise this cub alone I will seriously kick your ass,� Grimmjow growled at him.

Ichigo offered him another smirk before turning his attention to Zangetsu.

�Ready Jii-san?� Ichigo questioned.

�No fear, no hesitation, no uncertainty,� Zangetsu intoned.

Ichigo nodded his head, closed his eyes, and did his best to clear his mind. Once it was as clear as he could get it he searched for the red spirit ribbon he knew belonged to Zangetsu. It was easy to find. Grasping it solidly, he pulled it into himself, welcoming his soul home. When he opened his eyes Zangetsu was no longer standing before him and the comfortable feeling of his Shinigami powers once more coursed through his veins and his Shihakushō once more enveloped him.

�Well done, Ichigo,� Zangetsu complimented, once more in his mind.

�Well that was, ah, easier than I thought it was going to be,� Ichigo laughed.

�What, no weeks of coma, no screams of pain as if your soul was rending,� Grimmjow frowned at him in mock disappointment.

�Maybe I am finally catching a break,� Ichigo shrugged and sauntered back to the edge of the nest where Grimmjow was sitting.

�You look like shit in that thing, you should take it off before it affronts my hollow sensibilities,� Grimmjow growled at him with a hint of promise.

Ichigo returned that grin, intending to do just that, when the memories Zangetsu had acquired during their separation slammed into him. He blinked and shook his head as the images flashed before his eyes, thankfully with very little emotion attached. Most of them resolved around himself and Grimmjow and he blushed as he witnessed their mating from an outsiders perspective (they really did look like wild animals going at it), but one image seared into his brain and took him completely with both shock and horror.

�What is it?� Grimmjow suddenly demanded sharply, a hint of worry in his tone.

All those images of Zangetsu�s memories from their time apart and only one stood out in his minds eye. Szayel, whom he had thought H�tsu had killed shortly after their escape, bleeding, bruised, and clearly about to be raped.

Ichigo�s mouth opened and closed in soundless horror a few times before he surged to his feet and stormed for the door.

�Kurosaki?� Grimmjow snapped at him.

�I�ll be right back.� Ichigo promised �I need to find H�tsu,� he added with a snarl that promised the meeting was not going to go well for the hollow half of his soul.

He at least maintained enough sense to pull Kisuke�s reiatsu concealing cloak on as he stormed down the halls and back towards the laboratory. He was furious and sickened all at the same time. Half of the emotions were directed at his hollow, the other half at himself. He had been so stupid as to have let H�tsu run free. He was well aware of the hollow�s volatile nature and should have looked into what he was up to sooner instead of just being pleased that part of his soul had been separated from him.

�And you knew this was going on!� he accused Zangetsu.

�Hollows are hollows,� Zangetsu answered. �It is in their nature to mate with another they can not bring themselves to kill.�

�That didn�t look anything like mating, that looked like bloody raping,� Ichigo snarled back before the rest of Zangetsu�s sentence register in his mind.

Now truly worried, he ceased marching in anger and launched himself into a desperate shunpo, which brought him to the lab in no time. H�tsu had apparently anticipated his arrival, for his hollow half meet him at the beginning of the corridor, a determined look in his golden eyes.

�Hello King. How nice of you to check up on me,� H�tsu greeted him with a smirk.

Ichigo was too furious to bother getting into banter with his hollow half and simply drew his blade before rushing forward. H�tsu was actually taken by surprise and barely had time to summon and bring his own blade up to block the strike, and the dozen that quickly followed it.

Ichigo knew talking was a waste of time with H�tsu, force was all the hollow seemed to understand. H�tsu crowed in delight as sparks flew between them as their blades met.

�There you are King,� H�tsu cried happily. �Are you here to put me back on all fours, or is this just a pleasant exchange,� H�tsu taunted.

�You are returning to where you belong so you can�t do anymore bloody damage to anyone,� Ichigo snarled out.

�An unfortunately necessity,� H�tsu growled his own displeasure at the thought of remerging.

No doubt the hollow had also been feeling the weakening of their souls and understood remerging was the only option before the three souls were permanently split. There was no telling what would happen after that. Would they be three separate beings or would they all drift away into nothingness?

Ichigo and H�tsu exchanged more strikes before he finally pinned the hollow to a wall, blade at the throat. H�tsu looked annoyed for a moment before chuckling and given his head a shake.

�Alright King, I will return, but only if you promise to take good care of my pet and let me out once in a while to play with him,� H�tsu purred.

Ichigo�s eyes darted down the corridor to the only door that was ajar, no doubt the door that H�tsu had come from. His reiatsu sensing abilities were never the greatest, but he could sense the very weak reiatsu coming from that room simply because it had H�tsu�s markers all over, and H�tsu was a part of him.

He dropped H�tsu and jumped into a shunpo, landing him at the door and kicked it open the rest of the way. The image that met his eyes was far worse than the one from Zangetsu�s memories.

Blood, sweat and cum was practically layered like a second skin onto the abused Arrancar and there were a married of lacerations, bite marks, and bruises, all in various states of healing from old to having been recently acquired, covering the clearly malnourished body. The once lustrous pink hair was matted, limp, full of split ends, and lacked any form of healthy shine. Golden eyes, with so much fear in them Ichigo swore they would haunt his dreams for a very long time, flashed up to look at him before quickly dropping. Worse of all, Ichigo could feel and see the reiatsu forming inside the broken former Espada. H�tsu had managed to mate with him and Szayel�s reiatsu levels were dangerously low.

Any hope he�d had of simply letting the Arrancar heal up, treating his wounds and leaving him in peace went completely out the window. He had never, ever, guessed that H�tsu was actually capable of breeding, or that he would.

�He�s a pretty pet, isn�t he,� H�tsu purred at him as the hollow came up beside him.

Ichigo was too furious to answer and simply grabbed onto the thread that belonged to H�tsu and violently pulled him back into his own body. H�tsu cursed and swore at him in his mind but he slammed up an impressive mental block formed from his own fury.

�Ichigo,� Zangetsu called him softly.

�You could have helped me stop this before it went too far,� Ichigo snapped at his Zanpakuto, but didn�t block him off yet.

Szayel was cowering in the corner now, body shaking like a leaf as if he honestly expected Ichigo to march in there and pick up where H�tsu had left off. Truthfully, all Ichigo wanted to do was go back into the corridor and throw up. He�d seen some pretty shocking things helping his father out at the Family Clinic when they were overrun, but he had never seen anything this bad, not even in the worse gang or domestic abuse cases. Any lingering anger he�d had at the hollow cowering before him was blown out of the water.

�Calm down,� he told himself firmly. �Getting angry is not going to change anything that happened,� he reaffirmed.

Ichigo began using a breathing technical his father had taunt him when he was younger (about the only useful thing goat face had ever taught him) to help clear his mind so he could rationally deal with the problem. He banked most of his anger for now into simmering coals, which he fully planned on rekindling once he was alone with H�tsu, and let calm forward.

He�d dealt with terrified children in the Clinic many times, (be they there for their own injuries or because their parents were injured) because for some reason children always seemed to warm up to him and he could calm them down. He used that knowledge and innate ability now, even though his current target was not a child.

He was about to start his approach when H�tsu�s memories suddenly slammed into him like Zangetsu�s had and, unlike his Zanpakuto, his hollows were hardly innocent. He almost staggered as the full brunt of literally days worth of torture and rape tore into his mind. He actually blacked out for a moment and felt suddenly very ill to his stomach. He damn near threw up right there but, somehow, managed to hold it in; although it left a foul taste of bile at the back of his throat.

That any part of him could do such a thing to another! He felt sudden empathy for the hollow, not just because of the violence that had been done upon him, (a violence Ichigo could have prevented if he hadn�t been so wrapped up in his own little world) but because by H�tsu own violent nature he�d forced not one, but two miscarriages upon his Beta. Ichigo knew how devastating one miscarriage could be on account of working in the Clinic, but he had no idea how anyone could emotionally handle two with the second not even three days after the first. No wonder the former Espada was so broken, emotionally and physically.

�First things first, get him cleaned up, healed, and bloody well fed,� Ichigo thought determinedly. �That should help set his feet on the path for recovery.�

Once he was damn sure he had all his emotions in check one more, he approached the Arrancar slowly.

�Can you walk?� he asked softly.

Golden eyes stared up at him in confusion at the question before a soft nod was given in answer.

�I am going to take you back to my den, you know where it is right?�

Another soft nod and he wondered if H�tsu hadn�t somehow damaged Szayel�s vocal cords. He distinctly recalled Szayel having a real problem with talking too much; and oddly enough recalled Ishida had complained about the same thing.

�Do you think you can make it that far?�

Szayel�s head cocked to the side and for the first time Ichigo saw a flash of intelligence overcome the fear as the Arrancar was finally permitted to use his Intelligence to ponder the answer.

�I don�t know,� Szayel whispered in a very meek and broken voice that raised the hairs all over Ichigo�s body.

�I can carry you the rest of the way if need be, I would now but I can tell you have not had much chance to use any of your muscles lately and the exercise is sorely needed,� Ichigo explained when, in truth, he was actually more worried that his very touch would send Szayel into a fit.

Walking would also be good in that it would permit Szayel some time to adjust to his presence and the change in his routine, a routine that H�tsu had literally beaten into him. Once more he felt bile rise up at the back of his throat at the memories that H�tsu had bestowed upon him before forcing it back down.

Ichigo peeled off the reiatsu suppressing cloak before taking his kosodo off and handing it over. Szayel stared at it in confusion for a moment before slowly accepting the clothing and gingerly, due to his numerous injuries, pulled it over his body. It helped a bit to curb Ichigo�s anger now that most of the abuse was hidden.

He stepped back to give Szayel room to stand up and his eyes fell upon a book and two pens that were resting on the small, padded table. Curious, he picked the book up and flipped through several of the pages in the middle. They were written mostly like a science report and several of the pages were stained with blood and water marks.

�A scientific journal slash diary,� he realized surprised as the memory of H�tsu giving it to his victim came forward.

Szayel had once more frozen on his way off of the slab that served as his bed and his eyes stared at the book desperately. Ichigo noticed and closed the book before handing it over. Szayel grabbed it and clutched it to his chest like any child would their favourite stuffed animal; like it was the only life line keeping him sane.

�Come on. Once we make it back to the den you can get something to eat,� memories of just how H�tsu expected Szayel to feed flashed through his mind, �real food,� he amended, �and cleaned up.�

The prospect of both seemed to add a bit of light to those fearful golden eyes. With a sigh, Ichigo led the way back to the den he shared with Grimmjow, forcing himself to keep the pace slow so the malnourished and injured Arrancar following him could keep up. At least the walk let him know that most of the damage was to the outer layer and Szayel showed no signs of broken bones or injured ligaments, although he did walk as if his back was sore but Ichigo was fairly positive he knew why and it had nothing to do with a back injury.

They had just made it back to the door, Szayel waning in physical strength but clearly starting to gain in mental, when a sudden thought entered Ichigo�s mind: just what the hell is Grimmjow going to think, and do or say, about this when he walked into their den with another Arrancar behind him? One that had clearly been impregnated by a portion of his own soul.

�I know remerging had gone too damn smoothly, and why does this kind of crap always happen to me?�
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