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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48388 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Unwanted, but Necessary

It was damn near impossibly to sleep when the Alpha pair was going at it like wild animals, so Szayel didn’t even try. Today had been one hell of an emotional roller coaster anyway and he had a considerable amount of interesting data to enter into his journal, which was quickly running out of pages now that he had access to more interesting data.
From Ichigo’s ready acceptance of him, despite the torture he had put the teen through, and willingness to learn and listen to him in regards to his studies; to Grimmjow going from ‘ready to put him back into his place’ to permitting him to feed from the Alpha Beta’s own kill! The last still left his mind reeling slightly. Ichigo seemed to have the unique ability of changing everyone around him. Even he was feeling guilty for splitting the teen’s soul apart and found himself wanting to make it up to the pack Alpha somehow.
He made sure to record the strange emotional observation with side notes to test for any sort of pheromone or psychic radiance Ichigo might be giving off when, or more accurately if, he ever got the chance. There was just something about Ichigo that made you want to help him, to please him, and Szayel didn’t think it was because he was now mated and Ichigo his Pack Alpha. No, he recalled that Aizen had made note of the teen’s strange ability to befriend almost anyone and turn them to his side. This was definitely something worth studying.
“A pity there are no other surviving Espada to see if Ichigo could change them as well. It would be interesting to see what kind of effects he might have had on Nnoitra or even Harrible. Could he have turned them to his side?” Szayel wondered curiously.
Harrible probably. She wasn’t big on fighting and shared a lot of common elements with her predecessor Nelliel, whom Szayel did know Ichigo had befriended easily. Nnoitra, on the other hand, was a whole other story. He cared nothing for others, only his own strength. It would have been interesting to see how a real battle between those two would have worked out.
It took almost two hours for the mating pair to finally wear each other out and plunge the den into silence. He could not be more thankful. It wasn’t that there was anything strange or wrong about listening, or watching, the Alpha pair mate. Privacy wasn’t really a thing hollows cared about much, but it was painful to be reminded that his Alpha never treated him with even a sliver of what Grimmjow had. Honestly, Szayel had no idea how someone like Ichigo could turn out a creature like H’tsu, unless of course the teen had some very impressive mental damage the he hid really well. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen a sleep until he heard Ichigo calling his name the next morning.
It was unusual for either of them to summon him, Grimmjow never that he could recall and Ichigo only to check on his wounds. Most of them had scared up and he had recovered as much as he was likely to with his depleted strength, minus his still mangled left hand. He couldn’t help but to wonder if it would ever naturally recover. If not would he ever be able to find the time, and equipment, to fix it?
He poked his nose out of his little den, noticing that Grimmjow was once again gone, no doubt to hunt, and it was just him and Ichigo alone in the room. He hesitated at the threshold, truly not daring to emerge. Grimmjow had made it quite clear yesterday that he didn’t want Szayel anywhere near the pack Alpha and he was not going to push the volatile Arrancar’s buttons unless ordered otherwise. The only way he was leaving his nest was if Ichigo ordered him too, but no such order seemed to be forthcoming.
Szayel noticed that Ichigo seemed tense. He had a look on his face that spoke of both extreme discomfort and wavering resolve. As if there was something he knew he had to do, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. This did not bode well for him and he prayed that the next words out of Ichigo’s mouth wasn’t going to be words of banishment.
“Your markers,” Ichigo finally managed to get out.
Szayel felt his blood freeze and his bones grow cold as dread pooled in his stomach. He had completely forgotten about his markers and realized they were now long overdue to be refreshed. No wonder Grimmjow was having such good luck hunting. By now his scent must have carried hundreds of kilometres. Kami forbid Kurotsuchi’s pathetic excuse for a rabble somehow pick up on it.
He glanced at Ichigo hopefully, but it didn’t look like Ichigo was at all interested in mating with him. Of course there was no guarantee that Ichigo could refresh the markers anyway. Ichigo and H’tsu were both the same person, and not. That was why his reiatsu suppression system had failed when he had split the boy’s soul apart; they both had their own, unique signature.
Then there was the other fact that it was a rare Beta indeed that would put up with another. Grimmjow had already made it clear he was not one of them. If Ichigo did mate with him Grimmjow would kill him the moment the Arrancar returned to discover it. Ichigo was strong, but so was Grimmjow and in Szayel current state it would be child's play for Grimmjow to kill him before Ichigo could intervene. Not to mention that only the Alpha could refresh a Beta’s markers, which meant that H’tsu had to be the one to do it if they didn’t want to be over run by an army of hungry hollows. Mating with Ichigo, or even Zangetsu or Grimmjow should either one of them actually desire to, would turn out to be nothing more than casual sex.
This left only one option that Szayel could possibly fathom; after all if Ichigo could manifest Zangetsu than there was no reason to doubt that he couldn’t manifest H’tsu as well.
Ichigo must have picked up on his sudden fear, a child could have, for the when the teen spoke again it was softly, as if speaking to a frightened child or pet.
“If you do not wish it, I won’t manifest him,” Ichigo assured him softly. “He has been giving strict orders not to hurt you and I wouldn’t even be bringing this up if it hadn’t been stressed to me how important the markers are.”
Szayel could only give a numb nod of his head. It was vitally important that the markers be refreshed. Even though he understood it, and his Instinct was even screaming in agreement, he couldn’t help but to wish there was some other way, preferably one that didn’t involve H’tsu. But no matter how frantic his mind searched for a way out, he could not find one. To leave the marker off any loner was to truly invite trouble, and he didn’t dare do that. At his level of strength he was free game to any that made it unto the den.
“Szayel?” Ichigo called softly, worry in his voice.
“The markers need to be refreshed, they are already dangerously low,” he agreed softly, feeling as if he had just signed his own death sentence and pleased his voice had at least remained steady. “Not even I can mange to think of an alternative solution to this dilemma.”
“Are you sure?” Ichigo questioned, real concern in his voice.
“Yes. This is not a matter of want, it is a matter of need. I will not put this den, or your cub, in danger if it can be avoided.”
Ichigo studied him, before finally giving a soft nod of his own head.
“Alright, if you are sure. Ready?”
Szayel gave a meek nod of his head, unwilling to trust his voice any further.
“I will be right here and if he tries to hurt you I will stop it,” Ichigo promised, his voice firm and somehow reassuring.
H’tsu manifested beside Ichigo, golden gaze boring a hole into Szayel and despite himself he flinched and felt his entire posture drop submissively.
“Hello pet,” H’tsu purred.
“H’tsu,” Ichigo said firmly.
“Hai, hai, I won’t hurt him anymore than even you would agree he deserves, exactly as promised,” the hollow growled in annoyance.
The sentence was hardly comforting and Szayel desperately wished he could back out, but the safety of the den, and his own life and forming cub, needed his markers to be refreshed. At least most of the damage from H’tsu’s previous violent matings had already healed so that would help keep the pain down.
“You are too soft King,” H’tsu complained. “Besides, my pet is far better trained than yours. I very much doubt he will displease me,” H’tsu purred in pleasure.
Ichigo scowled, but said nothing else and simple handed a small bottle over to H’tsu, who stared at in in confusion.
“Use it the way I intend for you to use it, or I will stop this here and now and the consequences be damn,” Ichigo threatened firmly.
H’tsu snarled at him, but Ichigo matched the golden gaze with brown eyes, that were also displaying a fair amount of gold, and rise in reiatsu that left the hairs on Szayel’s body standing on end. H’tsu was the first to back down.
“Keh, come on pet, before his Majesty puts a timer on my play time as well,” H’tsu golden gaze settled onto his own fearful, golden gaze.
H’tsu sauntered over to him, every step a display of power until the curtain now separated the two of them from the rest of the world. He felt his heart rate skyrocket and tried to slow it down. It may have been some time, but he recalled enough to keep his eyes open, H’tsu always did love his eyes.
“Ichigo is too soft,” H’tsu groused as he handed the small bottle over.
Szayel stared incomprehensibly at it for a moment before taking it. It was a bottle of oil, and not the kind used for messaging muscles either.
“Hopefully the lack of attention will make sure your ass is as tight as ever pet,” H’tsu purred at him as the hollow undressed. “You might as well use that to prepare yourself while you prepare me,” H’tsu smirked at him as the hollow made himself comfortable on his back in the small nest.
Szayel opened the bottle of oil and poured some of it on his fingers before setting it aside and settling between H’tsu’s legs. His lips and tongue wrapped around H’tsu’s length while his fingers sought his own entrance with the express intent on preparing himself the best he bloody well could. H’tsu had only ever semi prepared him once, sloppily, and that mating had still hurt like a bitch thanks to all the damage. He spread as much saliva as he could and let his Instinct come forward so his Intelligence could go hide in a corner and keep him slightly sane. He desperately wished he could close his eyes, but he recalled all too well how H’tsu had punished such nonsense and Szayel wasn’t entirely confident on deciding what Ichigo would consider ‘reasonable punishment.’ Instead, his eyes remained open and his head tilted to look up his Alpha’s body so H’tsu could enjoy the torment and fear that were reflected in them.
“Still so fucking beautiful,” H’tsu purred in appreciation, caressing a cheek with the back of his hand. “Enough, it has been too long,” H’tsu declared ten minutes later, pulling Szayel’s head away from him by the hair. “Your back, I wish to further enjoy your eyes,” H’tsu ordered.
Szayel took H’tsu’s place in the small nest, locking his eyes onto the ceiling and noting that he seemed to spend a lot of time staring at the damn things. H’tsu entered him as he always did, with a single violent thrust that would have torn a cry from his throat had H’tsu not clamped a hand around his mouth to prevent it. It hurt, just like always, but at least he didn’t feel anything tear and H’tsu waited a moment for him to slightly adjust, a first for his violent Alpha. The oil and preparation definitely helped make the penetration smoother and easier.
“No screams, as much as I desire to hear them. Ichigo wouldn’t approve and he would stop me,” H’tsu snarled quietly so the conversation would remain between them. “But I want to hear those delicious little whimpers you make.”
He gave of a whimper and H’tsu’s smiled.
“Yes, just like that,” H’tsu purred in pleasure.
That was the only warning he got before the fast pace pounding into his body began. It hurt a lot less than it usually did, but H’tsu was rough and he hadn’t had time to adjust properly. He felt his insides rubbed raw and H’tsu ran the free set of claws over his body, drawing thin layers of blood in their wake. They were not nearly as deep as they usually where, but they still stung and deeply aggravated his scars. The other hand remained clamped over his mouth to ensure the only sounds escaping him where the little whimpers that H’tsu so loved.
The pace kept like that for a while before he could tell his Alpha was starting to get close to completion. So far he was doing alright, he hurt but it was nothing compared to what he was use to receiving and the scratches on his skin where no deeper than the ones shared between the Alpha pair.
Then there was pain and only the hand clamped around his mouth prevented the scream from escaping as H’tsu’s fangs tore into his throat. He struggled weakly as teeth continued to maul his neck line, leaving deep bites that all but gushed blood. The pace H’tsu had set grew erratic and the hand clamped on his mouth tightened, causing his jaw to ache and would no doubt bruise. The other hand grasped a hip, nails digging into the flesh and leaving deep puncture marks that would also bruise.
He finally felt the feeling of H’tsu coming to completion, but his mind hardly registered it over the pain of his neck being mauled and his jaw feeling like it was about to be crushed. Finally, H’tsu came off of his high and the grip on his body loosened and the teeth removed themselves from his flesh.
“So fucking good,” H’tsu purred, before his eyes widened in panic as his body simply disappeared.
Szayel stared at the now empty space above him in shock, his mind still reeling from the sudden absence of the body pinning his and the pain of his torn throat. The curtains were shoved violently aside and he jumped in shock and fear to see a very pissed off Ichigo standing there, staring down at him.
“Fucking hell,” Ichigo cursed as he closed the distance between them.
Despite himself, Szayel flinched away from the angry teen. Ichigo noticed his fear and took an obvious breath to calm himself.
“Relax, I am not going to hurt you. I told him, I ordered him, not to be so bloody violent.” Ichigo growled as he kneeled down beside Szayel to examine the damaged throat.
“I am alright,” he tried to assure Ichigo. His voice came out pathetically week and his jaw ached from the fresh bruises to muscle and bone. “It looks worse than it actually is.”
He did not need a tug o’ war between the two. There was still some time before the egg would be laid and he would need his markers refreshed again. He was not gong to get on H’tsu’s bad side and, other than his neck, he bore no other injuries that he hadn’t seen on the Alpha pair after mating.
“May I go clean myself up?” he requested softly before recalling that Ichigo had ordered him to stop asking such a foolish question and to just do it. One visit from H’tsu and he was already regressing. “Never mind,” Szayel offered him what he hoped was a wiry smile. “My brains are not all back yet,” he tried to assure the teen as he forced himself to his feet.
He winced as painful discomfort flashed across his rear and the disgusting feeling of cum ran down his legs. It was a relief to notice that, for once, there was no blood mingled with it. As he came out of his shock he realized he really wasn’t in bad shape, short of his throat.
Ichigo watched him stumble to the bathroom, but made no further overtures, for which he was thankful for. Szayel tried to walk confidently to assure the Alpha that he was alright, just a little dazed from the aggressive mating.

H’tsu was swearing up a storm in his mind, but Ichigo ignored him. Once his temper had cooled down a bit he realized that yes, other than some fairly bad damage to his throat, Szayel looked no different than himself or Grimmjow after mating. The only real difference was that at least Grimmjow got pleasure and enjoyment out of mating while it was clear that H’tsu had offered his Beta no such thing.
“You just said I couldn’t hurt him too much,” H’tsu snarled when Ichigo challenged him over it. “Besides, the only pleasure that matters is the Alpha’s and the Beta should be thankful that he is given even indifference.”
“You still hurt him more than was necessary,” Ichigo snarled.
“He is fine,” H’tsu snapped back. “You have done much the same to your own mate,” H’tsu challenged. “Hollow’s like it rough, you should know that by now. You have mated with your own pet enough.”
“Don’t call him that,” Ichigo responded automatically.
Silence between them.
“I suppose I could have gone a little easier on his throat,” the hollow finally grudgingly admitted.
It was the closest thing to an apology Ichigo was positive the hollow would ever give, just as he was sure that the apology was only given in hope that Ichigo would not refuse to manifest H’tsu again when the markers weakened.
Szayel did look a lot better when he exited the bathroom, his throat neatly bandaged and the rest of him looking more or less healthy. He even walked slightly more confidently, even if it was still hugging the wall. It was clear his rear was still smarting a bit, but Ichigo figured that was fairly normal. Grimmjow had been walking funny this morning as well when he had gone out to hunt. After last night’s activities Ichigo was not surprised to discover the former Espada had worked up one hell of an appetite.
Szayel paused once he reached his nest, and Ichigo could understand why. The three blankets and two pillows were now stained with blood, sweat and cum. The nest he shared with Grimmjow could use a good cleaning as well, but he didn’t dare leave the room with no one to guard the egg. He just knew that if he offered to do the laundry while Szayel remained behind that Grimmjow would be furious. On the other side of the coin, Ichigo didn’t think Szayel had the strength to wander far alone with such a heavy load and he was so weak that if something did come across him he was as good as dead.
“When Grimmjow returns we can do up a load of laundry,” Ichigo offered. “I think I recall seeing a closet full of spare linen in the laundry room. You could use some of the sheets to make a more comfortable nest.”
“That would be appreciate,” Szayel responded with more than a hint of gratitude.
The room fell into an awkward silence as Szayel stared at his dirty nest and Ichgio tried vainly to think of something to break the sudden uncomfortable silence. His eyes fell upon the coffee table and his school work.
“I sometimes wonder why we even need to learn all this stuff. Are we truly going to need even half of it in life?” he questioned conversationally.
“No knowledge is ever wasted,” Szayel answered distantly.
“I guess. Still, who knew that chemistry had so much math in it, and how on earth did you know I had the wrong weight?” Ichigo questioned in honest curiosity as he pulled his Chemistry book forward.
He stared at it for a moment before pushing it away. Thanks to Szayel’s help he had almost finished with that subject so he pulled forward his biology book instead while Szayel answered his question with a hint of superiority in his voice.
“I have most of the elements data memorized.”
Ichigo shook his head in wonder before flipping the new text book open to where he had left off and pulled his assignment sheet, which had been acting as a book mark, out so he could check where he was.
“How’s your biology?” he questioned, glancing over to where the scientist was still staring at his nest.
The question clearly took the pink haired Arrancar by surprise and Szayel looked over at him questionly.
“Well, you helped me out a lot with Chemistry, why not give me a hand with this? My usual study partner is trapped back in the human world and Grimmjow really isn’t interested, or knowledgeable, in this stuff. I find I learn better when I work with someone.”
“Who is your usual partner?” Szayel questioned curiously, and Ichigo was pleased to notice that Szayel was looking at the books almost longingly, like he really wanted to come over but was too scared to.
“Ishida,” Ichigo smirked.
There was no doubt the flash of surprise and recognition that the name brought to Szayel’s face.
“The Quincy?”
“The Quincy. I figured you would remember him. Ishida had a lot to say about your battle.”
Another flash of surprise, and even fear as if Szayel expected him to pick up the fight and avenge his friend.
“He was rather intelligent, for a human,” Szayel reluctantly admitted.
“Please don’t let him hear you say that. His ego is big enough as it is,” Ichigo groaned good naturedly. “His scores surpass mine, but as I stated yesterday, thinking has never been my strong suit.”
As they talked Szayel had inched closer until he was standing on the opposite side of the table, but Ichigo still sensed there was some fear there, of what he couldn’t be sure. H’tsu perhaps?
“So, care to help me with this?” Ichigo pushed gently.
Szayel finally sat down and accepted the text book as Ichigo passed it over. The fear remained for at least half an hour before the scientist became so lost in the world of knowledge that the fear completely evaporated.
“Dear Kami Ishida and Szayel share a fair amount in common,” he couldn’t help but to think amused some time later.
Szayel’s voice had lost its fear, as well as a fair amount of the meekness, and had gained that sort of derisive tone Ishida likes to use with him when his friend was reminding him just how much smarter than him the Quincy was. The only real difference Ichigo noticed was that Szayel’s voice still, somehow, remained oddly submissive and his eyes never rose past Ichigo’s neck line. Ishida was never afraid to look him dead in the eye.
“Of course, just like any animal pack. An Omega would never dare look an Alpha in the eye,” Ichigo realized as he recalled both Grimmjow and H’tsu referring to Szayel as such on multiple occasions.
He was fully engrossed in his studies when he felt Szayel suddenly stiffen in fear. He frowned and sent his own senses out, but all he could detect was Grimmjow returning from his hunt. On the other hand he had never been that good at sensing things,
“What is it?” he questioned worriedly, his hand going for Zangetsu’s hilt.
“I…” Szayel hesitated. “Grimmjow made it clear that he did not appreciate our sharing of company,” Szayel answered, his voice back to meek and broken and his body looking like it was trying to decide to bolt or stay.
“Oh?” Ichigo frowned. “No wonder he was so fearful and hesitant to assist me when I asked. If he was so afraid, than why did he agree?”
“Because you are the pack Alpha,” H’tsu snorted. “Your orders supersede all others,”
Right, because of that.
“You know, just for once, It would be nice if Zangetsu answered my silent questions,” he growled in his mind.
“I am not a hollow and thus no expert on their behaviours,” Zangetsu ever so helpfully pointed out.
“Of course,” Ichigo responded dryly.
“Well, my studies are more important than his jealous pride,” Ichigo assured him, and turned his attention to the door as it opened.
Grimmjow sauntered in, a few splatters of blood on his clothing but otherwise looking as happy as a cat that found the crème. There was a slight pause and flash of anger as his blue eyes landed on the two of them, or more accurately Szayel, but Ichigo summoned his attention back to him with a simple look that demanded obedience.
He heard H’tsu and Zangetsu murmur a compliment to his actions.

Hunting had been good, almost too damn good. Prey was becoming almost stupidly easy to find and while he didn’t think too much of it at first, he was suddenly worried about the safety of his den. Anyone could be overran, or taking by surprise. He was sauntering his way home when he finally clued in as to why hunting had been going so well.
“Of course, pink boy hasn’t had his markers refreshed,” he grunted.
He really had no desire to be there while Ichigo summoned out H’tsu to refresh them, because there was no way in hell Ichigo would be the one to refresh them, and that just wasn’t his ‘non existent’ jealousy speaking up. Ichigo would never sleep with another now that they had mated, it was just how the teen was.
He was just approaching his door when he caught the faint whiff of semen and H’tsu’s distinctive scent, so similar to Ichigo and yet different. Well that was going to make hunting a bit more difficult without the lure. Maybe he could convince Ichigo to let the markers run late again so they could use Szayel as bait. The cub was going to need a lot of food to grow and it was no great loss if something did manage to get by and kill the scientist.
“Other than of course Ichigo would feel bad about it and mope about it for weeks,” Grimmjow growled in annoyance. Ichigo was just too soft sometimes.
He opened the door to the den and stepped in, his eyes falling upon Ichigo before switching to a terrified looking Szayel. H’tsu’s scent and reiatsu was all over him, confirming Grimmjow’s guess that the markers had been refreshed while he was hunting.
His gaze was pulled back to Ichigo before he could feel anything other than annoyance that Szayel had dared disobey his orders to remain in the corner. His Instinct had been firmly reminded just who the Alpha was last night and irritation was the best he could pull up at the moment. Besides, his body still tingled after such an amazing round, or rounds, of mating and hunting had been damn good. He was in too good of a mood to let Szayel’s impudence ruin it when Ichigo was probably the one to have ordered the Omega there anyhow. At least this time there were sitting across from each other as was far more befitting of their relationship.
“How was hunting?” Ichigo questioned.
“Good,” Grimmjow answered with a smirk as he plopped down beside his Alpha.
The text books were open and he could tell that Ichigo had been working on more of that homework crap he kept insisting was so damn important. It looked like one of his science books, which explained why Szayel was here. Ichigo had commented before he preferred studying with a partner. Grimmjow had to grudgingly admit that there was no better study partner for this kind of shit than the person sitting across from them.
“I see you let H’tsu out to fuck him,” Grimmjow smirked, pleased as Szayel flinched and absently rose a hand to touch the fresh bandages wrapped around his neck.
Ichigo let out a frustrated sigh. The teen hated it when he used excessive language and spoke crudely like that.
“Now that you are back, do you want to watch over the cub while I get some laundry done? We are running out of clean parts of the nest.”
Grimmjow glanced over at the pile of pillows and blankets, a fair number of them covered in white and red splotches. Now that Ichigo had brought it to his attention, the entire room reeked of sweat and sex, and not all of it came from himself and Ichigo. He wrinkled his noise as the overwhelming stench of H’tsu’s release and Szayel’s fear also reached his nose, although only the first one was honestly unpleasant.
“Yeah, this place is starting to reek,” he agreed.
He could use a nice nap curled around his egg while Ichigo ran off to do the laundry. Ichigo… laundry. No way in hell was Ichigo going to do Szayel laundry. If anything the Omega should be doing the laundry himself while he curled up with Ichigo for some quality nuzzling and petting. No sex, his rear was still a little raw from the riding Ichigo had given him last night, and boy had it been a riding.
Unfortunately, there was far too much laundry for one person to pack and Szayel was, admittedly, too weak to attempt doing that much laundry himself. After the Omega laid perhaps, but not right now, and since there was no way Ichigo was going to be doing any laundry belonging to an Omega, that left only one solution, even though he felt that Ichigo had been spending far too much time with the other Arrancar.
“Take H’tsu’s pet with you. His nest needs to be cleaned as well and he can do it himself,” Grimmjow sniffed.
Szayel flinched at the nickname, somehow Grimmjow seriously doubted that the mating had been in anyway pleasurable, but otherwise just gave a meek nod of his head in agreement.
“Alright. We should be back in two hours,” Ichigo promised.
It didn’t take long to gather up the laundry and head out, leaving Grimmjow alone curled up on the couch with the egg for the first time in what felt like ages. Perfect.
“Hello, little one,” he cooed softly as he curled up around the egg. “Soon,” he purred. “Soon you will come and I can teach you how to hunt. It won’t be much longer now,”
The egg rocked softly as the cub inside responded to the sound of his voice.
“That’s right, work those muscles. You will be strong, I can tell. You come from good breeding and will be trained by the best. Before long you will hunting by my side and I will watch as you take your first kill.”
He felt pride well up in his chest as he studied the egg, rubbing a hand along the shell with gentle caresses no one had ever been privileged to receive from him before, not even Ichigo.

First off: HUGE HUGS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED. Now for answers and comments.
H'tsu did a lot of shit to Szayel, which was recorded in Breaking a Butterfly, you can get to it going through my profile but be warned it is in no way pleasant and not for the tenderhearted.
One thing that drives me crazy is when authors, be they of fanfiction or world renowned, back track or don't stick with their own cannon because to do so makes things uncomfortable. In the set up I have going here only the Alpha can remark the Beta and when I first started writing this I hadn't yet thought to include Szayel. It was originally meant to be a one shot. So as unfortunate as it is, only H'tsu could refresh the markers since I pointed out earlier that Ichigo, Zangetsu and H'tsu have their own unique signatures, which is why Szayel's device stopped working when he split their souls apart. Sorry for those of you wishing otherwise, but for the sake of continuity it had to happen this way.
Updates for this will not be faster. Unlike most of my regular fanficiton this one isn't finished being written yet and I am getting damn close to running out of pre written POV chapters.
Next Chapter: The three sit around the table and have a pleasant conversation about how a normal hollow family usually works.
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