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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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Hatched

When Grimmjow woke up the next afternoon he still felt
content and had little desire to move, so he didn’t bother. He
had been feeding well lately and there really was no reason to move
about and waste energy.

Ichigo did get up and was ever so kind as to bring him a
cup of wonderful coffee before settling down at the table to continue
working on his homework. Szayel joined him when Ichigo called him
over to help with one of his questions and the two worked away at the
homework for some time.

Grimmjow found it didn’t bother him at all to see
the two of them working together. Szayel was keeping his submissive
posture and sat away from Ichigo like a good little Omega and even
got up to refill their coffee mugs and make another pot when the
current one got low.

Szayel approached him slowly with the pot the first
several deliveries, weary for any signs of aggression from the
stronger Arrancar, but Grimmjow was still feeling mellow and his
Instincts had fully accepted the Omega into the pack. He felt no
threat from Szayel at all, in fact Szayel’s own young had him
so drained it was a wonder anyone could sense him at all!

He drifted off to sleep and woke up sporadically, still
with no desire to move and he could tell Ichigo was starting to
become concerned, especially as the week came to a close and he had
yet to move to either hunt or bathe and had no desire for sexual
attention. Since the initial mating they had done so almost nightly,
but now he simply wasn’t interested.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Ichigo
questioned concerned.

“I am fine Kurosaki,” Grimmjow assured him
sleepily, nuzzling the egg and watching satisfied as it rocked.

“But you haven’t moved in days!”

“Indeed,” Grimmjow agreed.

“For sure nothing is wrong with him?” Ichigo
questioned, looking over to the only other expert in the room.

“He won’t move until after the cub hatches,
which should be very soon here,” Szayel answered. “A few
days at the most. He does need to eat though,” Szayel frowned.

They were getting dangerously low on food packets,
especially now that there were two of them. Szayel had already
directed them to another stash, but that was being quickly consumed
by the impregnated Arrancar. Like Grimmjow had, Szayel ate a good
three to six packets a day.

“The cub is going to need fresh meat,”
Grimmjow pointed out, looking at Ichigo pointedly.

The teen scowled before sighing and getting that
determined look on his face that Grimmjow had once so despised. With
out another word, Ichigo pulled on the reiatsu concealing cloak and
left with a promise to be back and to get along.

Grimmjow just nestled into his nest more comfortably
around his young and dozed off again, leaving the only sound that of
Szayel writing away in his book, no doubt recording his rather docile
behaviour, and it was docile. Even though he knew that he was acting
out of sorts, Grimmjow just couldn’t bring himself to care.
All that mattered was the egg he was wrapped around and the cub that
would soon emerge.

He was so close to finally succeeding! He wondered how
the cub was going to look. Would it be humanoid? Panther like?
Maybe something more along the lines of Ichigo’s hollification?
A combination? Something completely new? He had no idea what to
expect.

“Hay Szayel?” he called.

The sound of pen over paper ceased immediately. It was
rare that he bothered to address the other Arrancar directly without
Ichigo there to start the conversation.

“Yes?” Szayel questioned hesitantly.

“What do you think the cub is going to look like?”

“I have a few hypothesis, but this will be the
first Arrancar cub, so there is no way of knowing without doing an
ultrasound.”

Grimmjow frowned, unfamiliar with the word.

“A what?”

“An ultrasound. We would have to go to my lab to
do one since that is where the equipment is, and it is far too large
to bring up here.”

He may have been feeling mellowed out, but he was not so
out of it to be crazy enough to go to the lab. He had no desire to
leave his nest and not even the chance to see his young a day or two
early could change that.

The conversation ended there and Szayel didn’t
bother to try and pick it up again. Instead the sound of pen over
paper once more filled the silent room.

Ichigo had tried to mentally prepare himself for this
eventuality, but it didn’t make the idea of it any easier.
This was no deer he was going to kill, this was another thinking
creature that had once been human. Yes he had defeated many hollows
in the past, but he had never deliberately gone looking for one to
kill so his partner could eat it. The thought did not sit well with
him. It was too close to murder for his comfort.

It was one thing to hunt something it was another thing
to defend himself and others. It was Zangetsu who had helped solve
his moral dilemma by simply suggesting that they just don’t
hunt, or rather they will, but not for food. Instead, he set his
mind to the task of finding any trace of Nel and her ‘brothers,’
and if a dumb ass Adjucus just happens to jump him on the hunt, than
so be it. At least it was killing in self defence.

He didn’t get much search time in, for his ploy
worked a little too well and he had to drag back three carcasses in
under an hour. Two was going to be difficult to manage, but three
was just crazy. He pulled the cloak back on quickly after the third
jumped him.

“We never saw this much action when we came
after Orihime,” he grouched.

“The powerful reiatsu from the Arrancar and
Shinigami residing in Las Noches would have driven most of them
away,” Zangetsu pointed out.

“And my pet needs remarking,” H’tsu
added.

Ichigo’s scowl deepened as he trudged back to the
den with the three, large corpses. It was not easy dragging them
through the sand and he was leaving behind one hell of a trail.

“Stash them,” Zangetsu
suggested, sharing with him the image of finding the corpses in the
pantries.

It was a good idea, and who knew how much the cub would
eat. The pantries were also a fair distance from the den and if the
corpses he had found were left in there for that long undisturbed,
than the new one should be fine.

He stashed two and brought the smaller of the three back
to the den, making damn sure he wasn’t leaving a trail of
anything behind him, be it blood or other fluids. When he arrived it
almost felt like he hadn’t even left. Grimmjow was still
curled up in the nest around the egg and Szayel was sitting at the
table writing in his book. It was at least nice to see the two
Arrancar getting along.

“You are back quickly,” Grimmjow noted.

Both Arrancar had their eyes on the corpse, the hunger
barely suppressed.

“Yeah, I had three of them jump me within an
hour,” he sighed, dropping the corpse a fair distance from the
nest.

“My apologies, it is my fault,” Szayel
whispered submissively, eyes caste to the side.

“Fuck it, it’s a good thing,” Grimmjow
snorted, but still made no motion to leave the nest.

Ichigo held back a sigh of frustration and crawled into
the nest himself, forcing his own body between that of his Beta and
the egg and not letting Grimmjow take a centimetre back from him.

“Eat!” he ordered sternly. “Before
you become too useless to defend the cub when it is born,” he
added. “And you are NOT eating in bed where the nest will get
spoiled with blood and other shit,” he said firmly when
Grimmjow opened his mouth to argue.

Golden tinted brown bore relentlessly into deep blue
before Grimmjow dropped the gaze and finally abandoned the nest to
eat.

“And shower when your done,” Ichigo added
sternly.

Grimmjow muttered something under his breath that Ichigo
didn’t quite catch, but he had a feeling it involved a large
number of swear words and other insults. Grimmjow ate most of the
meal before marching off into the bathroom, the sound of running
water coming shortly after.

Szayel had remained still and was trying not to eye the
remains too intently, but he was failing miserably. His eyes kept
drifting to Ichigo hopefully before going back to the mangled corpse.

“Eat,” Ichigo sighed. He really had no
desire to stare at the damn mutilated thing.

Szayel needed no second prompting, but he still moved
cautiously over, weary for any signs of aggression before settling in
to finish off the corpse. By the time he was done there was nothing
left to even indicate a corpse had been there.

Grimmjow returned, his hair wet and smelling of the
various cleaners used to wash himself. Satisfied, Ichigo let him
back into the nest to nestle once more around the egg. If Grimmjow
even noticed the rest of his meal had been consumed, he obviously
didn’t care for he made no mention of it.

“If you don’t want a horde of hollows
breaking down our door, I suggest you let H’tsu out to fuck him
before his scent spread too strong and far,” Grimmjow grunted
after almost an hour of silence.

Ichigo sighed at Grimmjow’s bluntness, and Szayel
stiffened at the comment, his pen frozen in mid stroke. They all
remained still like that for a moment before Szayel finally let out a
weary sigh and set the pen down.

“Grimmjow is right, especially with the cub so
soon to hatch. It is not worth the risk,” Szayel whispered
softly.

Szayel’s words agreed with Grimmjow’s
statement, but his body was clearly of a different mind. H’tsu
was purring his own pleasure in Ichigo’s mind and the only
thing keeping Ichigo cool was Zangetsu’s reminder to remain
steady on the course, to do what must be done.

He gave a nod of his head and summoned H’tsu. The
hollow ignored the two in the nest and settled those violent golden
eyes onto his suddenly trembling Beta.

“Hello my pretty little pet,” H’tsu
purred happily. “Come along, I do
believe you were looking forward to repaying me for my favour, no?”
H’tsu questioned in a way that strongly suggest Szayel answer
in the positive.

Szayel merely gave a meek nod of his head and slinked
along to his nest, his entire posture as meek and small as it could
possibly be. H’tsu followed with a wide smirk of satisfaction.

“H’tsu,” Ichigo called before his
hollow could also disappear through the curtains.

“Yes?” H’tsu
ground out.

“You mess this up and I won’t let you out
again,” Ichigo said firmly, gold tinted brown boring into pure
golden, letting his hollow know just how serious he was about this.
Beside him Grimmjow was doing the same, blue eyes a match for his
Alpha as the two of them silently let H’tsu know that neither
of them would broker any violence against the pack Omega.

“Tshu,” H’tsu
snarled, breaking their gazes and disappearing through the curtains.

An hour later Ichigo’s hollow returned to his soul
and Szayel emerged from his nest to bathe, looking no worse for wear
and sporting only the normal lacerations mating hollows tended to
bear. H’tsu’s memories also showed no violence had been
done this time and Ichigo had to hold back a blush as the images of
just how Szayel had ‘thanked his Alpha’ was burned into
his memory.

Szayel still slinked along the wall to the bathroom, but
Ichigo spotted no anomaly in the way he moved to indicate hidden
injures and he was still confident enough not to degrade to the point
of asking permission to do something. When the scientist did emerge
after his shower he went back to the table to continue working on his
notes, the only sign anything had happened was the very defeated and
meek posture he adopted and the new, shallow lacerations covering his
body.

Ichigo just shook his head and settled down more
comfortably around Grimmjow and their cub. The budding reiatsu from
their cub was becoming fairly active and the egg rocked a fair bit
nowadays. Grimmjow gave off a content growl as the egg rocked
against him before settling down and the budding reiatsu evened out,
a sure sign the cub was sleeping once more.

“Cardiovascular,” Ichigo answered, fairly positive in his
answer.

“Correct.” Szayel offered him a pleased smile of
satisfaction. “Next question: Which primary artery emerges
from the....”

Crack!

The sound caused everyone in the room to jump and all
eyes darted towards the nest. Grimmjow was still wrapped around the
egg, but he had back off slightly, his blue gaze intent on the
rocking egg.

Crack!

Ichigo was back in the nest in an instant, his homework
forgotten as his eyes remained intent on the small fractures showing
in the shell. In the background Szayel was also watching intently,
his own notebooks forgotten as the Omega belly crawled slowly towards
the nest, weary for any signs from the Alpha pair that he had come
too close, but unable to fight his own nature to get closer. He
stopped at the edge of the nest, laying down and watching intently as
the egg rocked.

Crack! Crack!

The lines increased and the egg rocked some more. It
paused for a moment and a plaintive mew could be heard coming from
within the shell. Both expecting parents made a motion to move
forwards before stopping themselves. The cub would have to hatch on
it’s own.

“Come on little one,” Ichigo whispered,
being the first to dare speak. “Come on, You can do it.”

Another little mew and the shell rocked some more, the
cracks spreading and widening until a grey, fur covered paw broke
through one section.

“That’s my cub, almost there now,”
Grimmjow smirked.

Another paw broke through, creating a nice, large hole
in the side of the egg. The paws disappeared back into the shell to
be replaced by the head and arms of the cub as it wriggled its way
out of the egg, causing the hole to widen and large fragments of the
shell to break away. Finally the cub tumbled out to land in the nest
and started to mew desperately as it looked around for its parents.

“Wow, he, or she, looks just like a normal
kitten,” Ichigo stated in surprise.

The cub more or less did look like a normal kitten,
covered in soft grey fur. It was about the size of a newborn tiger’s
cub, but unlike most cubs this ones eyes were open and looking
around. There was one small difference from a normal cub, the
forelegs looked slightly off and the front paws had elongated fingers
and a clear, opposable thumb. Golden eyes continued to scan for it’s
parents.

“The meat,” Grimmjow ordered, moving to
close the small distance between himself and their cub.

“Right.”

Ichigo abandoned the nest to return with several strips
of meat they had saved from the last kill specifically for feeding
the cub, already chopped into small, bite sized pieces. He tried to
offer the cub one of the pieces, but it was ignored while the cub
continued to mew and look around.

“A boy,” Grimmjow noted in pleasure as he
lifted the cubs tail to check.

“He’s not eating,” Ichigo noted
concerned. “Come on, it’s right here,” he tried to
coax.

The meat was completely ignored, no matter what Ichigo
did to try and get the cub interested in it, he simply wasn’t.
The cub abandoned his parents sides and stumbled about the nest,
still mewing pathetically and sniffing the air.

“Maybe he just wants to explore,” Ichigo
suggested hopefully, but it still came out with a strong undercurrent
of concern.

The cub stumbled to the edge of the nest before rolling
down a pillow to bump up along side the only other adult in the room,
who completely froze as the soft fur tickled his stomach.

Neither parent had noticed him laying there until now
and the displeased gaze and reiatsu of Grimmjow fell upon him while
Ichigo seemed far less annoyed at his intrusion. The cub didn’t
notice any of the adults interplay and simply travelled up the body
it had stumbled across before stopping at his chest and latching onto
a nipple before it began to suckle contently.

Silence filled the entire room.

“What the fuck!” Grimmjow snarled as he rose
to his feet and marched over to the now cowered Omega.

Szayel wanted to move, boy did he want to move, to flee
and run from the enraged parent, but he didn’t dare move to
disturb the cub feeding from him and had to settle for displaying his
throat and rolling partially onto his back to show his stomach. He
let out a whimper and shivered in fright.

“Grimmjow wait,” Ichigo stumbled after his
enraged mate, grabbing him before he could do something drastic. “I
thought you said hollows didn’t breast feed?”

“They don’t,” Grimmjow snarled. “They
can’t, not unless they…..” Grimmjow bit his
sentence off as his rage was completely replaced by shock. “You!
You are a fucking Natural Born Beta, aren’t you? That’s
why you were so eager to offer me your tail years ago, that‘s
why you adapted so damn quickly into your roll as an Omega, despite
what H’tsu did to you. That’s why my Instincts didn’t
go completely ape shit when Ichigo dragged your sorry ass home and
why they adapted to your presence so damn easily.”

Szayel gave a very slow and meek nod of his head.

“You never mentioned this part to me,”
Ichigo frowned at the still frozen and cowering Omega.

“You knew!” Grimmjow rounded on him.

“He told me,” Ichigo shrugged. “I
didn’t think too much of it.”

Grimmjow just stared at him with a stunned expression on
his face before given his head a shake to clear it.

“I keep forgetting you are not one of us,”
he muttered. “Look, any Natural Born Beta is completely safe
to leave unguarded in a den with cubs. They couldn’t kill one
if their life depended on it. They are about the ONLY hollow that
would adopt a cub if found. You could have saved my Instincts a hell
of a ride if you had told me what he was, if either of you had fessed
up,” he snarled, turning his attention to the still cowering
Omega. “You at least should have known better,” he
growled at Szayel, who flinched.

“Oh,” Ichigo blushed in embarrassment.

“I thought you knew,” Szayel whispered
meekly.

The cub finished nursing and let out a content mew.
Ichigo bent down to retrieve his son, cradling him in his arms and
marvelling at how soft the fur was. It was hard to comprehend that
this creature was his child, but right now it didn’t matter.
All he saw was a small creature that needed him.

“Do you think his inability to eat meat might be
from my human side?” Ichigo questioned. “Human’s
need milk for some time.”

“It could be an Arrancar thing. We have become
more like Shinigami, and their young are similar to humans. As
Arrancar we have once more developed separate sexual identities and
most interest tend towards female and male pairings.” Szayel
pointed out meekly, not moving a hair from his submissive position.

“Perhaps,” Grimmjow grunted.

He had noticed an increase in his own sexual desires
around some of the woman, but had not been interested in giving
himself any glaring weak points for others to assault. After a
moment Ichigo handed the cub over, given him the chance to hold his
first successful offspring. Nothing else suddenly mattered, not the
cringing Omega cowering at his feet or the fact his cub was seemingly
unable to eat real food.

“Well, I guess we wont know how much is my genetic
mix up and how much is going to be typical for Arrancar young until
your own cub hatches,” Ichigo noted.

Grimmjow returned to the centre of the nest and sat
down, settling his cub in his lap and stroking the surprisingly soft
fur. The cub gave off a pleased mew and settled more comfortably on
his lap before giving off a near fangless yawn and falling asleep.

Szayel finally dared to move, rolling slowly onto his
stomach to slink away back to his own nest.

“Stop right there,” Grimmjow growled
warningly.

Szayel froze once more in a rather amusing and
overbalanced position that brought an amused smirk to Grimmjow’s
lips.

“Get your ass back here. Right now you are the
only one capable of feeding my cub, and if you value your continued
existence, you will continue to do so,” he ordered sternly.

Szayel returned to his position at the edge of the nest,
shivering slightly but making no form of verbal protest.

Ichigo should have found the situation exasperating, but
for some odd reason it came across amusing instead and he had to
force back a chuckle. Szayel was all but vibrating and Ichigo
severely doubted it was from fear. Taking pity on the poor
scientist, Ichigo retrieved the second and still empty third book
before returning with both of them and a pen.

Szayel sent him a very appreciative look and all but
snatched the three items from his hands before opening the third,
empty book and began to fill it in at an almost frantic pace.

Now that everything was calming down, Ichigo’s own
doctoral trained nature was kicking in. He grabbed the stethoscope,
some of his own blank papers, and a few other odds and ends they had
retrieved from Szayel’s lab over the last few days, such as a
weigh scale and small flashlight. A thermometer had already been
included in the first aid kit and he made sure to grab that too.

He was loathed to disturb the sleeping cub, but if his
child was anything like a normal kitten it would probably sleep
through the entire examination anyway. It wasn’t like they
could do any blood work or anything without going down to the lab.

Ichigo cleared a spot down to the floor so he could set
the scale down evenly and started with listening to his son’s
heart rate.

“What is it at?” Szayel questioned.

Ichigo held up a hand to stall him and continued to
listen contently, but made sure to keep the count going.

“148,” he answered. “Steady and
strong,” he added. He checked over the cubs body, running his
hands along every inch of the cub. “I don’t feel
anything abnormal or unusual, other than the front paws are un-webbed
and rather finger like, complete with opposable thumbs. Retractable
claws on all toes and fingers.”

He picked the cub up and set it on the scale. His son
gave off a little mew of protest at being disturbed, but otherwise
remained asleep.

“Weight, 1.9lbs. We already know his eyes are
golden, but we should let him sleep for now and check pupil responses
later. It was clear he could see as he found his way to you easily
enough. I would feel more confident if I knew what his normal stats
should be.” Ichigo sighed as he jolted down the information on
his sheets of paper.

“So far the stats are normal for cubs of his
size,” Szayel assured him.

Grimmjow had shifted to his side during the weighing so
Ichigo set the cub down beside him. The cub gave another little mew
of complaint before nestling up beside Grimmjow and continued to
slumber peacefully, one of his back paws twitching slightly as he did
so.

“Fur is a soft smoky grey colour, darkening around
the paws and tip of the tail. Nose is black and clear of any fluids.
Ears are clean, we can check his hearing responsiveness when he
wakes up.”

“Enough!” Grimmjow suddenly growled in
annoyance. “He’s fine. Leave him be to slumber.”

Szayel opened his mouth to protest, before closing it
quickly with an almost audible snap. Ichigo looked embarrassed
before setting everything aside out of the way and curling up behind
his mate.

Silence descended over the room, minus the scratching of
Szayel’s pen on the paper but that had become such a common
noise by now that no one really noticed it anymore.

Now that was a twist I hadn't originally intended, but
the thought of it was just too damn amusing to pass up. After all,
Mr. Perfect Being should be able to handle any situation neh? I would
honestly not be surprise to discover Szayel was actually a
Hermaphrodite, either Basic (having both parts) or Sequential
(changing from one gender to another based on environment), as
opposed to just plain male or female After all a perfect being
should be able to reproduce in almost any environment and care for
the young right?

This is the last pre written chapter, although I do got
some of the next chapter done up. I am not sure when the next
chapter will finish and go up. Depends on my wrists, sleepiness and
baby co-operating.
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