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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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Update 3/3. You may need to go back two chapters. This Chapter is brought to you by my talented Beta: Black Fox, who is slowly becoming a bit more of a co-author in regards to POV.

Pater Familias

The first sake bottle had been, he told himself, for his nerves.

He�d consumed the second bottle in an effort to slow his heart rate.

By the time he�d polished off the third bottle, it was all he could do to quell the panic that had bloomed in his chest.

The fourth bottle proved to be a waste of time. It made his tongue curl up in an effort to spare itself further harm.

Now, clutching his fifth bottle of sake in as many hours, his body draped unceremoniously over a wooden bench in one of the less-desirable Rukongai Districts, Nnoitra Gilga looked out over the river that flowed between the 78^th District and the better stretches of the Seireitei on its far banks. The early spring had seen the river surrender its ice and this close to sunset, the water gleamed gold and orange, reflecting the changing sky. Here and there, he could see flashes of reflected sunlight, glittering across the liquid surface like scattered diamonds.

He had no idea why drinking wasn�t working. It usually worked.

It wasn�t supposed to go like this.

He hadn�t signed on for this shit.

What the hell was he supposed to fucking do now?

Tipping his head back, he let more of the alcohol slide down his throat, feeling it scorch a path along the back of his throat and join the other four bottles where they lay in his gut, doing nothing useful.

When Aizen had approached Nnoitra, long ago, in his quest to build an army, he�d promised him enough power to take on any foe he wanted. Nnoitra had leapt at the chance to grow stronger, faster, and more deadly. He�d even allowed Tesra to follow his example, as the ankle biter had always done, when he had accepted the power of the Hogyoku and become one of Aizen�s Arrancar.

Nnoitra had done one better after the removal of the majority of his mask and attained the rank of Espada. He was an official, card-carrying badass. The majority of the Seireitei trembled and bowed when he walked by like the subservient little cockroaches they were, scuttling to get out of his way before he crushed them underfoot. Only the higher-ranking Espada and Aizen himself paid him little heed, which was fine by him. He�d done his part for Aizen�s Victory and he�d been amply rewarded for it. The Seireitei was just bursting with all sorts of things with which to indulge oneself: food, drink, violence, gambling, more drink. Now that Szayel�s flimsy Defence Net had fallen, he had the opportunity to partake in an every-other-day butt kicking session with a bunch of oversized insects that were too stupid to tell a bug with real credibility and power had outclassed them.

Best of all, he had a lusciously curved female with glorious tits, a perfect ass and a body he could lose himself in whenever he wished. She had a mouth made for sin and he had a Claim, and his hands, all over it. Ran was a prize he swore he�d never get tired of taking, time and time and time again. She couldn�t overpower him, couldn�t best him in combat and there was only one place for a female like that: underneath him, wailing as he slid in and out of her and lapped at the blood from the wound he made in her neck while he pumped her full of his reiatsu.

Sure, he�d had to teach her a few lessons about the rules that governed male and female Arrancar at the beginning, but then she wasn�t a female Hollow. Nnoitra had expected to have to break her into her proper role, which was arching her back for him, keeping the den clean and his stomach filled. The negative emotions she�d fed him for the first several years hadn�t bothered him nearly as much as her insistence that she was something other than his. He couldn�t beat the understanding into her; Ran wasn�t stupid, but she was wilful and he�d resorted to the chain on her ankle to serve as a reminder that she was no longer her own mistress. He knew she hated it, but until she figured out she was his and that all other considerations were secondary to what the pack leader wanted, the chain would stay.

Besides, he thought smugly, it looked good on her. Best bit of jewellery he�d ever bought her.

When fighting him outright didn�t work, she turned sneaky with the sex and that�s where things had gone off the rails as far as he was concerned. He might have let things get out of hand, culminating with the situation he faced presently.

Nnoitra was used to negativity. He thrived on it, enjoyed exercising his control over others, enjoyed besting others and taking pleasure in his wins, both off and on the battlefield. He�d taken her out, showed her off, let her dress up and drink in some of the best restaurants still operating in the 1^st District and that had at least cut through the gloom she inflicted on him. Letting her fight, even if it had been a blow to his ego, had earned him some gratitude. However, nothing could have prepared him for what had happened next. He hadn�t expected, on the night Aizen decided to give back the captives� Zanpakuto that he�d get to feel anything more than the same kind of grudging thanks.

It had been unbe-fucking-lievably fantastic, to be buried in her while she flooded him with joy, drunken giddiness and genuine lust. Just remembering it now, soaked in sake as he was, made his cock twitch a bit.

It was the first time he�d ever experienced that sort of bliss and he�d been hooked. That, he figured, was when it began, after he�d gone soft on her, after he�d started to give in to her machinations just to feel that combination of physical and emotional sensations again.

After that one, mind-blowing night, if Ran wanted anything special, she used that incredible body of hers to earn it from him. It didn�t matter how small it was, she�d turn those pretty, sky-blue eyes on him, flutter her lashes at him and then flutter her tongue over the head of his shaft and before he knew it, he�d be promising the moon to her. Some time with the girls at Starrk�s den? Fine, as long as she did that talented thing with her mouth. A chance to go to the garment District? She�d been on her knees for that one too, a position he never tired of seeing her in. A baby shower? If he remembered right, she�d caught him in the actual shower while she�d made that request and had bloody well swallowed him whole.

Showers. Babies. Showers and babies.

Nnoitra�s head suddenly hurt and not from the cheap rice wine.

He�d grown complacent over the last five years, getting used to the small bits of happiness he could feel from Ran. Those moments had increased in number when Tesra had snagged one of the three human women still in the Seireitei as a mate. That his fraccion had the balls to go to Ulquiorra and ask for Tatsuki made Nnoitra strangely proud. Tesra had a spine and shagging Ulquiorra�s property, at her request, and then Claiming it was evidence of that. The girl had a brain, some spunk, knew many interesting things and most importantly, kept Nnoitra�s pet content with her company. The fact that Tesra practically walked on air these days didn�t hurt either, though he was sure his fraccion�s vicious edge would return if anything threatened either female.

Yes, life had been damn great for Nnoitra Gilga.

Until today.

He took another swig of the sake, realized the bottle was nearly empty and tossed his head back with a groan when he also realized he didn�t have another bottle.

Twins.

She was having twins.

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger�

On one level, he knew that a pregnancy was a possibility, once Szayel�s �pet�� well, Nnoitra wasn�t sure if she was a machine or a Shinigami, but whatever the fuck she was, she�d whelped out twins for the pink sneak. That had been a surprise but it was Szayel and the tricky bastard had probably done something to the bitch to get those kinds of results. The only other hybrid pregnancies involved human mothers.

Then Barragan�s pet got knocked up and that threw everyone for a loop.

Of course, it hadn�t really changed his habits with his own female. After nearly fifteen years and taking her at least four times a week, if not more often, Nnoitra had assumed that if it were going to happen, it would have happened by now.

Apparently, he�d rolled the equivalent of snake eyes this time.

What in the Realms was he going to do with twins?

He decided he wasn�t nearly drunk enough to deal with this, but he�d purchased the last sake bottle the tavern-owner had and the little man had bolted up the shop after handing him what he had left in stock. He was sure he�d only paid for two bottles, receiving five as he�d gotten the bum�s rush out of the bar. His coin was out as well, since the credit card was back at the den, locked up in the room that Tesra occasionally used as an office for his and Nnoitra�s paperwork. Nnoitra rarely set foot in it. Tesra was much better at dealing with the boring, pain-in-the-ass reports that Aizen occasionally required. Tesra, he would also admit, had the patience for it and as no one had complained about the quality of what the piglet had submitted over the years, Nnoitra was happy to let his fraccion keep doing the grunt work if it made him feel useful.

Maybe patience and the ability to adapt was a hallmark of those Hollows with only one soul to their name. Neither of those things had ever been Nnoitra�s strong suit and he�d never felt the lack of them before now. What was worse was that Tesra was expecting a cub of his own, with that mate of his and Nnoitra wasn�t sure if there wasn�t some great, grand conspiracy afoot meant to rope him into a lifestyle he had zero interest in living. Perhaps it was something in the water supply, put there by Szayel no doubt. The Seventh would do just that sort of thing too, if only so that the pink bastard could collect more data.

There was a word for what Tesra�s spawn would make of him once it was born and it caused Nnoitra to shudder in horror. If he looked at the hand holding the bottle, he was sure it would be trembling. That, or he was totally plowed and it was a side effect of the liquor. Would it be too much to ask, he silently inquired of the bottle, which was having the damnedest time deciding if it wanted to be one bottle or three depending on how he moved his head, if he could have the numbing oblivion he�d sought when he�d downed its four other siblings?

The bottle did not respond and the word he refused to use to describe himself wafted through his brain anyway.

�Grandpa.�

He groaned aloud. The sound startled a couple of pigeons roosting in a nearby tree and they fled in a frenzy of flapping wings and squawks. Nnoitra sent them off with a glare that would have dropped them from the sky had his eye been capable of sending off rounds of buckshot.

It wasn�t as if Tesra was his cub. It wasn�t as if he�d spawned the runt himself. All he�d done was to refrain from making a meal of the kid when he�d happened on the remains of Tesra�s mother. For the first few years, he�d had a daily debate with himself about the undersized straggler: will I eat the little shit today or give him another day to prove his worth? Sure, once the brat had shown he had potential, Nnoitra had relented and tucked Tesra into the �Do not consume� category, a short list if there ever was one, but giving the label of �father� to what he was to Tesra would be a mistake, an exaggeration.

�He�s my servant, he does his job for the most part, he�s loyal to a freakin� fault, and I�ll kick the shit out of anything that goes after him in return. It�s a real simple relationship, nothing complicated, emotional, mushy, or sentimental�

�So why can�t I get these two words out of my goddamned head? Why can�t I drink �em out of my brain?�

He�d made an unexpected stop by Szayel�s Division this afternoon to ask for his pet�s results, to see for himself what he�d inadvertently planted inside her. Szayel hadn�t been there, but his expressionless mate had ushered him into one of the rooms closer to the main doors and pulled up the files for him, on a huge screen that hung against one of the walls.

Nnoitra must have asked questions, because the Shinigami had provided him with replies that he couldn�t exactly remember. Instead, he�d stared up at the images of two, tiny things surrounded by the translucent shadows of an egg�s membrane, almost mirror images of one another and the rest of the afternoon had become a blur. They weren�t much right now, but in a few months�

The sunset�s light hurt his eyes and instead of leaning backwards, he decided that holding his head between his knees would stop the sudden dizziness that grabbed him and pushed him mentally and physically off-balance.

�Twins. Grandpa. Twins. Grandpa. TwinsGrandpaTwinsGrandpa��

�Nnoitra-sama?�

He realized that he wasn�t alone and turned bleary eyes to a vague, sandy blond-and-white blob that had materialized to his right, out of arm�s reach if he remained sitting on the bench, but close enough for Nnoitra to hear it speak.

�Still� followin� meh aroun, eh Teshra?�

The blob nodded and gave him an abbreviated bow.

�Rangiku-san is at the 4^{th Division, helping with some of the less critical cases from yesterday}�s battle. I accompanied her and left her in Unohana�s care. She should be well-protected there and I will collect her at the appointed hour, sir.�

The piglet�s features swam into sudden view and Nnoitra experienced a flash of vertigo as his vision wavered back and forth from fuzzy to sharp.

�I then came to see if you needed anything, sir. These aren�t your usual stomping grounds. Are you quite alright, sir?�

�Not really,� he thought. �I�ve just had a fucking rug pulled out from underneath me. I didn�t want children and now I�m going to have yours and fucking TWINS underfoot from here on out��

�D�ya realize jush how inshultin� that question is, boy?�

�Sir?�

�Implyin� that there�s somethin� wr� wrong wif� meh? Jus� like tha� insuf� insuffra� that bitch Nel��

He hauled his upper body back into an upright position and then tried to turn to glare at his underling. Unfortunately, his equilibrium seemed to have called it a day and as he pivoted his hips he ended up on his back on the bench, knocking the back of his head on the hard wood of the seat and nearly sliding off of the whole thing. Luckily, his right hand encountered the back of the bench and he latched on to it with one long arm. Seconds stretched into minutes as Nnoitra gazed up at reddening sky, a few gold-tinted clouds drifting overhead.

�No sir. Just seeing if you required anything.�

�More sake.�

�If I may, how many bottles have you consumed so far, sir?�

Nnoitra tried to tally it up in his head and had to resort to a sidelong look at the empty soldiers lying on the ground in front of the bench to get a total.

�F�five, �ncludin� thish one��

He waved the last sake bottle, clutched in his left hand and sloshed the last of the contents over the ground before the bench. �Whoooooppsshh� fuck��

�Can I inquire why you�re drinking, Nnoitra-sama?�

�Cuz I fuckin� FELT like it!!!� Nnoitra roared back, the alcohol serving to knock down what few filters he had in place. �M� an Eshpa� an Eshpahha� a fuckin� adult, and I doan need yer approval, Teshra m�boy.�

�Of course not, Sir.�

�Beshides� arn� you worried about��

�Tatsuki-chan sir? No, not really. She�s home making that teriyaki beef dish��

�Wi� th� peppers an� carrots�?�

Despite the stomach full of rice liquor, Nnoitra couldn�t help but prick up his ears as he heard that somewhere, someone was throwing together his favourite dish.

��and the broccoli. Of course sir. Since Rangiku-chan will be at the 4^th Division this evening, I thought you might like to dine with us tonight, before I go to fetch her back for you.�

�Oh.�

With some effort, Nnoitra pulled his body back into a sitting position, swaying a little as he extended his arms out along the back of the bench to keep him from joining the empty sake bottles at his feet. Gingerly, the white blob that was Tesra sat down on the end of the bench, still beyond immediate reach.

�Are you upset sir?�

That, he thought, was a good question. Maybe he was, but the real issue to him was, �what was he really angry about�?

He truly hadn�t wanted children. Snotty, loud, smelly, troublesome, tiresome, attention-demanding brats that turned a female�s attention away from its proper target, him, and consumed it all themselves. Whiny, crying, argumentative, sniffling little monsters that needed constant supervision, feeding, bathing wiping, changing�Tesra had at least had the decency to be a mostly self-sufficient runt, but he was a product of Hueco Mundo�s harsh environment and Nnoitra�s brand of caregiving, which could only charitably be labelled �benign neglect�.

In addition, he had two of the things on the way. Szayel�s mate had pointed out the beginnings of what the scientist had determined were pairs of delicate wings, sprouting from what would eventually be each child�s shoulders. Nnoitra didn�t know if he ought to be proud or terrified and terror had triumphed after a brief struggle that left his pride bleeding in one of his mental alleys. He�d just nodded to the woman with the dark braid when she handed him a folder of papers, a copy of the pregnancy report and wandered, in a state of shock, out the doors of Szayel�s Division. He�d ended up here, drunk on a bench with his fraccion hovering just like that stuck-up, patronizing she-antelope, assuming he was at less than one-hundred percent when it came to strength.

Then again, Nnoitra would be the first to admit that standing, presently, might be a real problem. Blinking was also difficult. Staring blankly into the sunset probably wasn�t helping.

�Yer happy about thish, Tesra, aren�t ya?� he muttered sullenly.

�Ah?�

�Th� kid.�

�Quite, sir. Very happy. We�d planned to have them someday. It just worked out this way for us.�

�Uugh. Two of �em, Teshra�hic� two. I�pulled a deuce��

�Yes sir. Congratulations, sir.�

�Mmrrgh��

The worst part, he thought, wasn�t that his life was going to consist of nothing but babies, babies, babies, �round the clock babies.

The worst part had been feeling the fright radiating from Ran when he�d walked in the room. Sure, he�d removed what he thought was the problem, the bitch with the needle, but that wasn�t the cause of his property�s panic. He hadn�t felt anything like that from her in over a goddamned decade. It came off her like sheets of rain falling from a thunderstorm�

�and she�d directed all of it towards him. It was as if the last six or so years had never happened as he was back to being the thing she hated and feared the most. If he didn�t know any better, he swore that she�d stabbed him somewhere inside, as she�d tried to get away from him. That she�d even equate him with that senile, dementia-ridden shirt-lifter Barragan floored him. While the last thing he�d wanted to do was raise a bunch of squalling runts, toys underfoot and draining him of all energy and sake money, it was one thing to tell her he had no interest in getting her in the family way. It was another to order the death of a cub, or toss out a perfectly fine female because of a pregnancy.

For fuck�s sake, Nnoitra thought, he had a few bloody standards that he went by and killing a cub before anyone knew if it would be tough enough to be a decent member of the pack was utterly beneath him. If he were the sort to pull that kind of dick move, he�d have had Tesra as the centerpiece of a luau long ago.

The Second, in his opinion, had lost a few of his marbles when Aizen overthrew him and the geriatric fuck been scrambling ever since to find something to replace his lost prestige. It wasn�t as if the bony old fart had an army to command anymore and the only people who called him �His Majesty� these days were the ones he forced to ride his withered, wrinkled flagpole. While it didn�t stop him from inviting the bone-bag over for poker night, Nnoitra just couldn�t see the logic in tossing a female with an unborn cub out into the cold.

�If I may, sir, Tatsuki and I will certainly help ease the burden. We�ll be taking on Ggio�s cub as well as our own. Yours will not lack for supervision or for playmates.�

The Espada groaned and sank lower on the bench, long legs splayed out and heels digging into the dirt.

�Wha� �m I gonna do with kids, Teshra?�

His fraccion was silent for a long while, as the sun sank below the horizon and their shadows stretched out behind them, long distorted fingers of darkness that stretched out towards the center of the Seireitei.

�I don�t follow sir.�

�Ran says she� she did her paren�ting already. Wif the one tha� blonde bitch Claimed��

�Well, that explains their closeness at the parties.�

�Said she didn� wan� em either. N� now this.�

�If I may say so, she seems to have changed her mind about that.�

�No shit. Bu� but why? Doesn� make any fuggin� sense!�

�Females change their minds frequently. One gets used to it.�

Their shadows began to fade in the gathering gloom as more of the sun disappeared below the horizon and for a second, Nnoitra imagined himself back in Hueco Mundo, parked out on one of the rock outcroppings that had served as shelter for the two of them. His form had changed drastically since then, but then, so had Tesra�s, and not just because the other had taken on a far more human-looking body. His shadow was that of a grown man, not a boy and when he spoke, it was as the adult that Nnoitra had allowed him to become.

�I think you�ll do a good job, sir.�

Nnoitra�s sake-soaked brain took a minute to sort that out and he turned to glare at his subordinate with what he hoped was look that conveyed all of his irritation. Tesra didn�t seem very intimidated by it.

�Not� not in�inner�innereshted in th� job, period.�

�Hmm.�

�Whash�tha� shupposhed to mean?�

�Oh, nothing sir.�

�Shpill it, piglet��

Tesra sighed as the sky faded from orange and red to purple, a faraway look in the runt�s eye.

�I think between the four of us, we�ll manage. Your pet has experience, and I have you as a role model. You looked out for me, but didn�t coddle me and I became much stronger for it� and just think of how envious those who have yet to impregnate their pets will be when they hear about your success.�

Nnoitra�s chin dropped to his chest. It didn�t really matter what he wanted anyway at this point. He was going to end up living in a den filled with diapers, bottles and crying at all hours of the night, sleep deprivation. If that was �success�, he�d hate to think what �failure� looked like.

�If it is any consolation, sir, it�s certain that your children will surpass Ajuga Jaegerjaquez in power and potential. You are, after all, stronger than her father.�

He supposed Tesra said this to make him feel better about the whole affair. It was true� he was stronger than Grimmjow and Nnoitra�s cubs would be stronger still. Ran certainly had more power than that mouthy human tart the Sixth had mated, so that would only add to their strength. Then another thought tagged along with that one and he slapped his forehead with the heel of his hand.

�Ya realize wha� thish means, righ�?�

�Sir?�

The Fifth Espada, with some trial and error, cradled his head in his hands. If he had a den full of cubs, it meant that he couldn�t have a den full of potential predators. Barragan might not want his fraccion�s cub or pet, but if the geezer had thought Ajuga worthy of taking, what would he do if, Kami forbid, Ran gave him a daughter?

�P� Poker nigh�s off.�

He wasn�t sure, but he thought that Tesra actually seemed relieved about that.

�Unless, sir, you limited the participants to those who are mated with children.�

Nnoitra took in that short list and groaned again. He couldn�t imagine sitting around a card table with Ulquiorra, Grimmjow and Szayel. At some point, either he or Grimmjow would attempt to kill one another and reluctantly, he acknowledged that no one had a more unreadable face than the Fourth. The bastard would probably clean up at the table.

�Ish off once th� cubs �r born.�

�A wise move, sir. I always preferred the games with just our pack.�

�Cuz� yer mate deals��

�Yes, she does do that well��

His fraccion was suddenly at his elbow, helping him stand and hooking an arm around his waist.

�We goin� t� get more� hic� sake?�

�No sir. Broccoli and beef. Maybe some strong coffee too.�

�A�right. I c�n walk on m�own, Teshra�� he growled, slurring the words.

�Of course you can, Nnoitra-sama�

The arm around his waist didn�t budge, nor did the pair of shoulders that supported his left arm, which was just as well, as the Espada�s feet didn�t feel up to the task of walking back to the small house Tesra shared with his human woman. As much as his pickled brain wanted to shut down and not deal with the problem that had just slapped him upside the head, he couldn�t help the instinctual thoughts that traipsed through his sodden gray matter.

�Gonna need a bigger den.�

�Undoubtedly, sir.�

�Mebbe� have all�a us unner one roof��

�Another brilliant idea, master. Easier to defend.�

�She�s really makin� teriyaki beef?�

�Yes sir. I�ll have her make a double portion for you.�

�Yer an esh� exchell� great kid.�

�Thank you sir. I had a good teacher.�

�Doan� push it...hic!�

�Wouldn�t dream of it, Nnoitra-sama.�

Darkness fell and Tesra did his best to wrangle his tottering superior in the direction of �home�, leaving a tipsy Nnoitra to ponder a few things, now that the booze had lifted the restraints he normally kept on certain things in his head. There were only two things, which made him feel utterly inadequate in his existence as a Hollow.

The first had long, turquoise-colored hair, eyes the color of a sandstorm and a body that, if he was honest with himself, was a little too similar to the one he would have curled up next to him later on tonight. No matter what he�d done, no matter how powerful he�d been or how many times he�d tried to fight her, to prove to her he was better, faster, stronger than she, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck had turned aside his blade and ground him into the sand. Worse, she�d added a series of pitying looks to each defeat, as if to say �you�ll never be good enough to overcome me, why are you bothering with this?�

The defeats he could have taken, but the insults she�d tacked on to them, the derisive assumption that he needed help, that he needed any kind of assistance or protection... that had been the tipping point. It was too much for a warrior like him to stomach, especially when she�d followed him around on Aizen�s assignments complaining about the kills he made, looking down on him with those too-knowing eyes, as if she could see all of the imperfections in him. Oh, he�d hated her for it and eventually, he�d made her pay for her snobbery, though not in the way he would have preferred.

That he hadn�t really been strong enough to take her down on his own occasionally bothered him, as did what happened after he�d cracked her mask. She should have reverted to an Adjuchas, should have devolved into the creature she�d been before Aizen touched her with that jewel of his, just as her fraccion had when he�d torn their masks off by force.

Instead, she�d turned into a squalling brat, little more than a lisping human toddler, but still an Arrancar. For some reason, he�d hated her even more after she�d changed, his intentions thwarted yet again. He�d planned to return a few hours later and devour what was left of her, only to find the damaged goods gone. She and the two imbeciles who had served her had crawled off into the sands of Hueco Mundo and Nnoitra had thought that his days of feeling inferior were over, if not in the most satisfying of ways.

The second had happened this afternoon, when against his better judgment, he�d dropped into the Seventh Espada�s lair and got the full story on Ran�s pregnancy. She�d said nothing to him about carrying two children, but then, he didn�t know if she knew what he did. She hadn�t brought any information back to the den and she�d said nothing about it to him when he�d come home each evening. Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, Nnoitra remembered that he had told her that the children were �hers� to deal with. She�d been subdued ever since she�d found out, contemplative, her mind probably on the cubs within her, rather than on anything else, or him for that matter.

How could two tiny creatures, both so small that they could fit into the palm of his hand and leave plenty of room to spare, make him feel ten times more defective than Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck ever managed, even on the bitch�s most condescending day?

He was going to need more sake� lots more sake.

�Chocolate, sir. We should get some.�

Just like that, Tesra�s voice cut through the mental, alcohol-induced fog and he looked down at his fraccion, who seemed hell-bent on dragging his Espada off for a nice little domestic dinner. All he managed was a look that managed to combine a certain amount of nausea with just enough confusion to make Tesra pause.

�Wha?�

�I can go to the Living World and get a few cartons of chocolate ice cream to keep stashed in the refrigerator. The Sixth Espada mentioned it a month or so ago.�

�Whaddya mean, easier? Izzat medicine or sumthin�?�

�No sir. I mean, it will help make their pregnancies easier on us. It�s for safety�s sake. I hear females throw things, inanimate objects, around a lot as things progress, usually at the closest available male. Grimmjow told me privately that chocolate was the only thing that kept him alive when Karin-san got moody. I think it was a warning.�

Nnoitra wasn�t entirely sure if an actual whimper didn�t escape him upon hearing that. Either Tesra failed to notice such a weak sound, or he chose to ignore it. He did move out from underneath the Espada�s arm and pointed the much taller Arrancar at the closest shrub with a sigh of resignation. Nnoitra was about to open his mouth to protest when it suddenly became very important to him to open his mouth for another reason entirely.

When he finished retching up the four-and-three-quarter bottles of alcohol that he�d pounded down earlier, the Fifth Espada drew himself up to his full height. He wrapped the shreds of his dignity around him like a tattered banner and vowed to replace what he�d just surrendered with Tatsuki�s cooking, even if he was on the queasy side and his steps were still uneven.

It was as if there was a mountain hanging over his head, just waiting to fall on him and due to the size of the thing, there was nowhere to run. At some point, it was going to crush him. It was just a matter of time, a little over five months if that freak Szayel was right.

�Don�t worry, Nnoitra-sama. You�ll make a fine father.�

�Teshra?�

�Yes, sir?�

�Gonna rip yer arms off if ya doan shut it.�

�Shutting it, sir.�

Well, we hope you all enjoyed the triple updates.

Next Chapter: the wool is pulled off of Hana�s eyes. It�s a tear jerker all right.

This Weeks Question: So, who all think that the current battle in the Manga is going to run until all the Shinigami are on a fence, and then Kisuke will come in with his new Arrancar allies and turn the tides while Orihime resets the bar healing everyone?
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Prize of Victory 2