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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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Unexpected Danger

The next two days didn�t change much. Cachorro still fed from Szayel and explored the world around him with ample curiosity, and yet still showed little interest in the lizard Grimmjow had brought home for him regardless of how much Grimmjow tried to get his son to engage with the docile creature.

Grimmjow spent most of the day hunting, leaving in the morning and returning in the late afternoon with one of his kills in tow for Szayel to consume in order to keep his strength up. The rest were stored in the cubby for now until they were expecting to leave tomorrow.

Ichigo spent most of the day studying intently for his exams with Szayel�s help, pausing only to give attention to his son when Cachorro demanded it, but the cub mostly seemed to be willing to explore his surrounding on his own, taking great joy in the Nest and it�s ample supply of pillow mountains and soft blanket valleys.

�Perhaps it is time for a break,� Szayel suggested late in the morning, almost early afternoon.

�Yeah, maybe you are right,� Ichigo sighed in frustration.

They had been studying since first thing in the morning after Grimmjow had headed out hunting and his brain was starting to melt. He had thought Ishida had been a harsh taskmaster but now that Szayel had grown more comfortable with him he was discovering the former Espada was just as demanding. Szayel was far more knowledgeable in the sciences and math than Ishida was, but he was very lacking in history, language and other such studies. Ichigo could understand that since he didn�t exactly live in the Living Realm anymore and had no use for such knowledge.

Ichigo stood up and stretched, listening to his joints pop and feeling the burn of his muscles as they were stretched. He was really getting out of shape and starting to feel some what cooped up having been practically living in this room for the last two months. No wonder Grimmjow was so eager to go hunting all the time. He was really starting to slack on his training.

He glanced at Szayel and quickly tossed that notion aside. He swore that Yuzu had more reiatsu than Szayel did right now and he didn�t want to put any stress on the expecting Arrancar by using their short break to duel a bit. He would just have to wait until Grimmjow got back and maybe the two of them could do a bit of sparing now that his mate was more or less back to normal.

Since it was later in the day he was starting to feel the gnawing of hunger and grabbed one of the few MRE�s that were left. Urahara had spared a few extra in case something delayed his home coming but there was maybe a weeks worth left. There were only three packets of �hollow food� left, which were being held back for Urahara to study, as much as the scientist would need to considering the inventor of the meals was going to be coming back with them.

�Have you decided on what you will be telling your family and friends about me?� Szayel questioned curiously.

�The truth,� Ichigo sighed. �I have never been fond of lying, be it straight up or by omission. Although I should warn you that Urahara-san will probably be picking your brain apart the moment we arrive.�

�Ah yes, he is a fellow scientist correct?�

�Yeah, sort of. I would almost argue more of an inventor. He�s the one who made these MRE�s and I know he wanted to study those food packets you came up with.�

�They are rather convenient and�..�

MEROW!!

Both adults snapped their eyes over to Cachorro, who was tumbling out of the nest and appeared to be soaking wet. Meowing pitifully and attempting to shake the liquid off of his paws with every step, Cachorro made his way towards them. The scene would have been absolutely hilarious if it wasn�t for the scent of spilled cream reaching their noses and the very obvious now soaked nest that was also covered in spilled sugar.

�Cachorro, what on earth did you get into?� Ichigo demanded shocked.

It appeared that while they had been distracted Cahorro had managed to drag the bag of sugar over to the nest, leaving one hell of a trail from the coffee pot to said nest. Then he managed to shred the bag, leaving sugar grains all over the pillows and blankets. Once the sugar had ceased to be fun it seemed his son had gotten a hold of the carton of unopened crème, dragging it to the nest before managing to somehow burst it open; resulting in his currently soaked state and a sugar-crème covered nest that smelt of crème.

Ichigo sighed in frustration as his son ducked his head and slunk over to cower beside Szayel, as if expecting the Arrancar to somehow protect him from his father�s displeasure.

Szayel was trying not to chuckle at the situation but it was pretty hard. Ichigo scowled as he looked back at the ruined nest and shook his head. The longer it sat like that, the worse it was just going to get.

�I had better clean that up before the crème starts to turn and really stink, or the sugar starts turning into glue,� he groaned, rising to his feet and glaring down at the mess his cub had managed to make before he started to gather the dirty blankets and pillows into a pile.

The addition of pillows made the pile a rather large one compared to his usual load of laundry. Since he was doing laundry anyway he figured he might as well gather the rest of it up as wel. He turned his attention back to where Cachorro was still peeping sheepishly up at him from behind Szayel and he felt a moment of indecision.

It was going to be hard enough getting all of this down to the laundry room even with H�tsu and Zangetsu helping to haul it, let alone dragging his son along with him. It was going to be hours yet before Grimmjow returned and the last thing the room, pillows and blankets needed to smell like was stale, mouldy crème.

A week ago he would have never considered this, but Grimmjow�s words upon Cachorro�s hatching, and his own innate sense of reading people, assured him that it would be completely safe to do so.

�Can I trust you to watch him, and maybe clean him up a bit if he doesn�t try to shred you with his claws, while I get this mess cleaned up?� Ichigo questioned hesitantly as he manifested both parts of his souls to help with the laundry.

�Of course,� Szayel was quick to assure him, even as his entire posture shrank as H�tsu leered at him.

�Don�t worry King, my pet will be well behaved,� H�tsu assured him with a wide, feral grin that never left his Beta.

Szayel shivered and managed to somehow look even more submissive and terrified.

�Stop that,� Ichigo scowled at his hollow.

H�tsu gave off one more smirk before scowling at his own portion of the laundry he was expected to carry and the three of them headed out.

�You know I can always return to make sure he behaves,� H�tsu pointed out as they left.

Ichigo�s scowl deepened and he gave his head a shake in disbelief. There was no chance in hell he was leaving H�tsu alone and unsupervised with Szayel, especially with his son there. He turned his gaze to Zangetsu instead as they walked down the hall.

�There is no need for such an action,� the stoic Zanpakuto pointed out, clearly declaring that he would not be coerced into doing something he deemed as unnecessary.

For the first time since his �rescue� Szayel was alone with the Alpha Pairs offspring. There was so many experiments he wished he could run, but to do so would require going to his lab and he was honestly too terrified of what H�tsu would do to him if he so much as put a toe out of line to even contemplate doing so. The tests would be harmless, just some blood work and such. He was sure Ichigo would even agree with them and not mind, but he wasn�t going to risk the Pack Alpha doing nothing while the other two took their displeasure out on his hide, and he knew that H�tsu and Grimmjow would be displeased.

Besides, if they did go to the teens house, which included a fully fictional Clinic, than they would have access to all that equipment tomorrow anyway. If it turned out the Clinic was missing something than he was certain this Urahara person would have the missing pieces, assuming he was anything like the way Ichigo described him as. He could wait a little longer to get the information he so desperately desired.

�Shall we get you cleaned up?� he questioned the still soaked and crème smelling Cachorro.

Cachorro looked up at him pathetically with big, baby blue eyes that might have melted the heart of dozens of people at a time, but seemed to have no effect on the Arrancar now picking his crème sodden body up.

Szayel stared at the tub for a moment before shaking his head and heading to the sink instead. The tub would be far too much water to introduce the cub to his first bath with. Hopefully Cachorro would not freak out as most felines did at the sight of water.

Szayel set Cachorro down on the counter, sighing as Cachorro nestled against him and demanded to be fed, resting his front paws on the Arracnar�s chest so he could reach a nipple to feed from. That was fine, it distracted the cub while he went about laying a cloth on the bottom of the sink so Cachorro�s paws wouldn�t slip and slide and filled the sink with a layer of warm water.

He had to wait for Cachorro to finish feeding before picking the cub up and slowly introducing him to the warm water. Cachorro jerked the moment his paws hit the water and squirmed in his grasp, but Szayel slowly continued to set Cachorro down in the sink.

Once in Cachorro sat there shivering for a minute in fright before slowly calming down as he realized the water wasn�t hurting him. Once calm Cachorro sniffed at the water and looked about his makeshift bathtub. Spotting the chain attached to the plug he started to bat at it.

Szayel just shook his head and grabbed another cloth to start gently washing the crème out of Cachorro�s fur. Cachorro found an instant love of the cloth and began to rub into it, meowing in pleasure and apparently not minding the water at all. That was one hell of a relief but it also made washing the cub more difficult as Cachorro seemed to think the cloth was a sort of toy or something.

Once clean Szayel set a towel on the counter and wrapped Cachorro into it before rubbing him vigorously dry, all to Cachorro�s pleased mews. The result was one fluffy cub with a mess of fur that pulled a chuckle out of him despite himself. He hunted up a brush and brought Cachorro over to his own nest, setting the cub down and began to brush out the fluffed up fur to Cachorro�s further enjoyment. Cachorro�s eyes drifted closed and before long the cub was slumbering peacefully.

Szayel made to lay down as well to catch up on some much needed sleep before bolting straight up, fully alert as he felt unfamiliar reiatsu approach the room. With his own powers pretty much abandoning him thanks to his condition he had failed to feel the danger until it was right outside the door to the den.

The sound of the door opened sent his heart rate skyrocketing until he forced it back down. Gathering Cachorro he prayed the cub would remain asleep as he burrowed them both under what meagre materials his nest consisted of. He pinned the cub between his own body and the wall and forced himself to breath as softly as he could while straining his ears to catch whatever he could of the intruders into the den.

�This place looks lived in for sure, I think we got the right room.�

�Doesn�t look like the inhabitants are here though. You two stand guard outside just in case it, or they, return soon. Stay alert, clearly they are good at concealing their reiatsu or we would have picked them up sooner.�

There was no doubt in Szayel�s mind that these were Shinigami, which meant they must be part of Kurotsuchi�s group. Normally he would have been able to destroy them all without breaking a sweat, but right now, weakened as he was and sans his Zanpakuto, he didn�t dare risk a confrontation if it could be avoided, especially because Cachorro could be harmed in such a confrontation.

A sudden wave of more powerful reiatsu entered the room and he felt himself stiffen in fear as Cachorro stirred. Desperate to keep the cub calm least he give their position away, he stroked the soft, still damp fur soothingly.

�Report!� Kurotsuchi demanded.

�It would seem that someone, or several someone�s, are definitely living here Taichou.�

�Obviously you fools, who is it?� Kurotsuchi sneered.

Cachorro was starting to get very angsty now as Kurotsuchi raised voice and unpleasant reiatsu flowed over them. Szayel silently pleaded for the cub to remain quiet. Before he might have stood a chance of at least escaping, but with a full powered, taichou class Shinigami present they had no chance of even making it out of the room.

�One of the Espada for sure, the reiatsu signature in the room in very strong. At least two of them judging by the feel, although the second signature feels odd,� someone reported.

There was the sound of movement through out the room and Szayel flinched as he heard the curtain concealing the nest being pushed violently aside. Cachorro flinched as well and started to whine very softly in distress. Szayel stroked the fur more firmly and tried to hush the cub, praying no one had heard Cachorro�s little whine while desperately wishing that Ichigo, or even Grimmjow, would get back soon.

�Taichou, these books are rather odd. Whoever this room belongs to they are clearly studying the Living Realm.�

�Hmm?�

Silence for a minute.

�Oh, what is this?� Kurotsuchi�s intrigued voice suddenly spoke up. �A scientific journal, how curious.�

Szayel felt his blood run cold as he realized they must have found his journals, and the information that they held. His cold blood quickly heated at the thought of that bastard rooting through anymore of his hard earned material.

�Arrancar breeding, H�tsu and,� Kurotsuchi�s voice paused as his reiatsu skyrocketed in glee.

Szayel flinched in pain, Cachorro let out a loud mew of protest. The entire room went deathly silent.

The blanket covering him was pulled away and Cachorro let out another mew of protest, squirming against him as the reiatsu in the air instantly turned hostile and the sound of many blades being drawn reached his ears. Szayel held onto the cub desperately, curling up more around him to prevent him from escaping into danger.

�Szayel Aporro Grantz, what a pleasant surprise,� Kurotsuchi grinned, his voice betraying his glee.

Cachorro continued to mew desperately now and was squirming against him, small claws digging painfully into his weakened skin.

�And what is that? A Hollow cub?� Kurotsuchi questioned, his voice rising several octaves in excitement. �Your own perhaps? How intriguing. I can�t wait to get a better chance to read this little treasure and study such an anomaly. Separate them, don�t harm the cub,� Kurotuschi ordered sharply.

�Hai, Taichou,� the other Shinigami in the room saluted smartly.

Hand were suddenly all over him, trying to pry him away from the corner and grasp Cachorro, who was now yowling in fear and trying to burry himself under Szayel�s body. He was weak, but these were nothing more than Shinigami lab rats, their strength below par of most average Shinigami as it was their brains that had landed them in the division, not their strength.

After a moment of being unable to pry Cachorro from him or separate him from the wall one of them made a first and slammed it against his temple. It hurt like a bitch but he refused to move. The others quickly followed suite and prying hands turned into sharp punches and kicks as they tried to weaken his body enough to force him to let Cachorro go.

He would sooner die than let them get a hold of the cub, his Natural Beta Instinct rearing up to protect the cub in his possession with his very life if need be; there may have also been a fair amount of fear about what Grimmjow and, more terrifying, H�tsu would do to him if he let any harm come to Cachorro as well.

When fist and feet failed to move him the sheath of someone�s Zanpakuto impacted very painfully with his shoulder. He felt the bone crack under the pressure and a whimper of pain was forced from his lips. That seemed to encourage the cronies on and before long they were flogging him with their Zanpakuto�s sheaths, clearly not wanting to use their naked blades and risk cutting anything vital or worse, slicing the cub they were trying to pry from him.

He felt his hip crack and someone hit his left fibula hard enough he felt the bone break. Another crack was added to his shoulder and one shaft landed across three ribs, cracking them as well. He refused to cry out as the sharp pain tore into him, but he couldn�t stop the hisses or whimpers, especially as the broken bones and forming bruises were aggravated by the continued beating. Cachorro continued to yowl in fear, the sound hardening his resolve to protect the cub and he refused to give the bastard an inch, even as he felt his right ankle shatter. A solid hit to the side of his head brained him enough to see stars for several minutes and jarred his mask into the side of his face resulting in a deep gash that instantly gushed blood, as head wounds were known to do. It possibly even gave him a concussion and caused him to bite his lips, the taste of his own blood filling his mouth and running from his lips.

�Enough,� Kurotschui sneered after several minutes of the beating going on and his continued refusal to let Cachorro go.

The lackeys immediately backed off.

�I must admit I am surprised any hollow could be so self sacrificing to protect a cub. You are of no use to me beaten to death, and I got a feeling that is what it will take to pry the specimen away from you. I can�t wait to determine just how far you will go to defend your cub later.�

He heard the sound of a blade being drawn shortly before sharp agony ran from his cracked hip bone and horizontal across his back to his right shoulder blade. Blood ran down his back as Kurotsuchi took a step back and he felt his body start to go numb.

�Poison!� he realized in terror as he felt his muscles begin to go limp against his will. If he had been a full strength his body would have easily negated the poison, but he wasn�t.

Cachorro had stopped yowling now that the assault was over and was once more just meowing desperately in distress for his parents. Szayel felt the rest of his body go limp as the poison finished working its sinister way through his system and he cursed his weakness.

�The specimens should offer no further resistance. Separate and contain them,� Kurotsuchi ordered.

�Hai, taichou,�

He felt a mettle rod impale both of his ankles between the joint and tendon, forcing a cry of pain past his lips as his broken ankle was sharply jarred. Another cry of pure anguish was forced from his mouth as the rod was jerked and he was dragged from the wall by a rope attached to the mettle shaft. Every broken and cracked bone was viciously jarred, especially his crushed ankle, and tears of agony were wrenched out of him.

Cachorro�s yowls of desperation rose to frantic as the two of them were finally separated, the cub stumbling after him. He willed his body to move, to reach out and grab the cub and hold him close, but his limbs remained stubbornly limp and unresponsive.

He gave off a mental cry as one of the bastard reached down to grab Cachorro, shortly before the room erupted into an explosion and was flooded with such enraged reiatsu that was so powerful that, in his weakened state, he was unable to maintain his grip on consciousness.

Instinct. It was what kept him alive for so long, what had let him rise up to become so powerful that few could dare to challenge him. The few times he had ignored it he had been beaten and caged by Shinigami; one forcing him to accept him as his master and the other regulating him into a Beta. He had learned his lesson well.

He was only halfway though his hunt. A meagre two kills was all he had managed to make so far, one of which he had consumed already, and yet the urge to return to his den was growing.

There should have been no reason for it, after all Ichigo was there and the teen was probably the most reliable guard dog in existence, but even that knowledge did nothing to curb the gut feeling to return.

Growling in annoyance, he abandoned his hunt and made his way back to the den. At first there was nothing odd to notice, until he realized the Shinigami tasting reiatsu he felt at the den wasn�t Ichigo�s since the teens reiatsu was clearly elsewhere in the fortress. He could tell the Hybrid was also making his way back to the den and he felt his own pace instantly pick up as well.

They met in the corridor just outside of the hall leading to his room, a look of real concern was on Ichigo�s face and Grimmjow felt his own rage swell. The two Shinigami guarding the hallway barely had enough time to register they were coming, let alone let out a scream of fright or warning before the two were upon them.

�Don�t kill them,� Ichigo ordered quickly. �They are just following orders.�

Grimmjow snarled at him, but turned his death strike into a sharp fist to the stomach instead, putting the pathetic creature down and out. The sight that met his eyes as they burst into the room caused his vision to see red while Ichigo clearly saw black.

The Shinigami daring to try and grab his cub and the bastards dragging Szayel across the floor by a bar harpooned through his ankles didn�t even have time to register the furious Arrancar in the room before he sent them all flying away from their victims with sharp kicks and punches that were held back only because Ichigo wished it. If he had his way they were all have been bisected by Pantera for daring to assault any member of his pack, let alone his first cub.

He scoped a terrified Cachorro up, who shivered in fright against his chest and turned his yowls into meows of distress, before standing defensively over the severely beaten Omega. He didn�t dare take his eyes off of the threat in the room to check on how the other Arrancar was doing. Admittedly, he was more concerned in checking over his son to assure himself that Cachorro had come to no harm and in shielding both his cub and the weakened Arrancar from the impressive amount of pissed of reiatsu Ichigo was omitting.

He had never felt such fury from the teen before. Ichigo had the bastard pinned to the far wall. A horned mask adorned his face and the tip of his black, slender blade was held to a clearly shocked Kurotsuchi�s throat. The other Shinigmai in the room were unable to stand and many were unconscious from the overwhelming fury of Ichigo�s reiatsu.

�Kurosaki, what a pleasant surprise,� Kurotsuchi greeted him with a smile that seemed somewhat forced.

�What the fuck do you think you were doing to my son?� Ichigo snarled, his voice echoing dark and gravel like through the room, as if H�tsu and Ichigo were speaking at the same time.

Those few Shinigami still conscious flinched sharply at the demand and even Grimmjow felt a shiver of fear, and delight, run up his spine at the pure danger omitting from his mate.

�Your cub?� Kurotsuchi questioned surprised, his eyes shifting to where Grimmjow stood cradling his son and standing protectively over the Omega.

He let out a snarl to show his displeasure and the few Shinigami near him flinched in fear.

�Just try harming my son ass hole,� he snarled.

�Than the cub doesn�t belong to��

�No,� both of them answered.

�It should not matter who�s son it is,� Ichigo snarled. �What kind of twisted fuck goes after a child?�

Kurotsuchi opened his mouth to respond, but was forced to snap it shut and widen his eyes in honest fright as Ichigo�s already impressive reiatsu rose a notch in unsuppressed rage.

�If I didn�t value my friendship with Rukia, Renji and the others, I would let H�tsu out to do what he is demanding to do,� Ichigo snarled. �But if you ever come after another member of my pack again, I will not hesitate to do so,� the enraged Hybrid snarled lowly in threat. �Now get out of here.� Ichigo tossed Kurotsuchi to the floor, sending him skidding several feet to land by the door.

No one needed a second invitation and those able to move, once Ichigo reigned in his furious reiatsu enough to let them move, gathered their fallen companions and made a hasty retreat. Kurotsuchi was the last one out of the door and glared back at them. Ichigo sent out another wave of furious reiatsu and the Taichou made a quick, undignified retreat.

For a moment there was silence in the room other than Cachorro�s soft keening. Slowly, Ichigo�s reiatsu was reigned in and his mask dissolved.

�Is he okay?�

�He�s fine, shaken up but not hurt in the least,� Grimmjow answered calmly for both of their sakes.

He had never seen Ichigo so furious and was honestly feeling a bit scared, and turned on, himself.

He turned his attention to the last person in the room and frowned. Szayel was a royal mess. Dark bruises were starting to form all over his body and his reiatsu, already weakened, was starting to splutter. The rod through his ankles and the deep slash across his back couldn�t have been comfortable either.

Ichigo was by their side in a second, on his knees as he quickly examined the unconscious Omega, concern and panic rising off of the teen, a concern he felt growing in his own breast as the reiatsu of the Omega, and the forming cub inside of him, fluctuated dangerously. In their ignorance the Shinigami had done far too much damage to Szayel�s body for it to support both lives. Without Szayel, there would be no one to feed Cachorro.

As noted in POV, I ain�t feeling so hot, so enjoy the chapter and thank you all so much for the reviews. See you next week when I will hopefully be feeling better.
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