The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Returning Home
Kurotsuchi was in a foul mood most of the way back to the secured lab acting as their base of operations. He had failed to gather the very rare specimens they had stumbled across, one of them having escaped him twice now. Now they were being guarded by Kurosaki Ichigo, a creature not even he dared to tangle with; not only due to the Hybrid’s impressive powers but because he had far too many annoying friends, including most of the other Taichou.
He had never guessed that hollows could breed, and the thought of it sent his mind reeling. All of his previous research had shown hollows to be unisex or sexless, each one the same as the last without determinable eggs or sperm. Granted the Arrancar were something else; a hybrid of Hollow and Shinigami created by a simple, and yet powerful, jewel. His research had shown that the Arrancar did have separate genitalia so perhaps breeding was possible now, although the females he had examined still lacked eggs or wombs and the males lacked a true form of semen since there was no sperm in it, instead containing a reiatsu rich fluid with traces of DNA. This left many questions as to how such a feat was accomplished and he was honestly confused as to how two males had managed to conceive without medical assistance. This matter definitely warranted further investigation.
Fortunately for him he had several specimens he could turn his attention to. Several Arrancar had been left dying on the field of battle, or were simply abandoned during the invasion, and he had been there to gather them up to make sure they hadn’t lost their usefulness to the world in a pointless death.
He entered the main control room and typed eagerly away at the control panel, pulling up the cameras that watched each of his caged specimens. He hummed a little as he considered them, mentally tallying each one up for his purposes. On one hand he had a fair number of questions to ask, on the other he couldn’t wait to try and bred them himself and study the offspring.
“Nemu,” he called his assistant. “Have specimen A50 brought into the interrogation room. And then prepare…hmm,” he paused a minute and studied the screens and their occupants before making a selection with a very wide smirk of irony that was oddly fitting, “specimen A15. Yes, I think that one would be oddly fitting for the experiment I have planned,” he chuckled wildly before bringing it back under control. “Have A15 cleaned up and transferred into one of the larger specimen rooms.”
“Hai,” Nemu bowed and headed out to complete her assigned tasks.
“Akon,”
“Yes sir?”
“We might as well try several techniques. Have Specimens A56 and A24 placed together in one of the larger specimen rooms as well. I will see to them after I complete my interrogation of specimen A50.”
“Together sir?” Akon questioned curiously.
The Arrancar specimens had always been kept separated since their acquisitions, never once had they ever been permitted to meet up with or even catch the barest hint of each other.
“Yes, together, were my orders unclear?” Kurotsuchi demanded annoyed.
“No, just unexpected Sir and I wanted to be sure I heard them right. May I enquire as to why Sir?” Akon questioned curiously.
“It has come to my attention that Arrancar can apparently breed,” he answered, damn near squealing in delight. “The increase in electrical output in section E6 turned out to be Kurosaki and his Arrancar mate, complete with a healthy cub!”
“I see. I can handle the experiment involving Specimens A56 and A24 if you would like to devote your attention to the other, more complicated pair Taichou,” Akon offered.
Ah Akon, perhaps the most reliable minion he had. Ever since the man was a child he had proven his use time and time again. Akon was one of the few Kurotsuchi knew he could leave to work unsupervised and would still conduct everything exactly as he would want and expect.
“See that it is done,” Kurotsuchi ordered as he walked off. He had an interrogation to conduct with specimen A50 before moving onto the other phases of his latest interest.
As per his instruction Specimen A50 was strapped to the table when he entered the room, brown eyes staring vacantly up at the ceiling, not even flickering to acknowledge Kurotsuchi’s presence, and matted, dirty blond hair damp from having been recently washed (Nemu had made sure to clean him up a bit before brining him to the room and strapping him down). The lack of reaction was nothing new to him. Specimen A50 had never been particularly defiant or active since his acquisition, going through his imprisonment and experimentation is a detached almost lifeless way, and yet at the same time he never failed to answer a direct question if asked. It was his docile behaviour and willingness to answer questions that had made Kurotsuchi pick him for this experiment.
“Is it possible for hollows to breed?” he asked as he stepped up to the head of the table.
“Yes,” Specimen A50 answered monotonously without a flicker of life.
“How? Clearly no eggs or sperm are involved,” he demanded.
Specimen A50 launched into a rather interesting explanation, his voice remaining dull through the explanation. Kurotsuchi had never even considered such a means of reproduction could occur and he felt a bubble of excitement erupt in his chest when he discovered gender was objective. The only complication Kurotsuchi could foresee getting his experiments to mate was going to be getting them to both initiate the battle for dominance and then mate instead of kill each other.
He considered his choices again for this experiment. He was certain Specimen A50 would work wonderful, but would Specimen A15? After a moment of contemplation he decided Specimen A15 would work if he offered something in exchange for obedience in this endeavour. Yes, Specimens A50 and A15 should work just fine so long as he could secure A15’s obedience. Specimen A50 was obedient enough and he had no doubt the Arrancar would easily adopt and agree to a Beta like role.
He asked several more questions for confirmation, especially confirming that Specimen A50 would willing accept a Beta role because he knew Specimen A15 most certainly would not, before sitting back and thinking. To his surprise Specimen A50 dared to speak outside of answering questions.
“It is clear you wish me to breed. It would work better if I was the one to bring the subject up with whomever you have chosen to by my partner.”
He thought about it for a moment before deciding the Specimen might be right. While he was never that interested in studying the social aspects of his interest, this time it might be worth delving into. In fact, the less interference the better things might go and this is one social aspect he might actually be interested in studying.
After filling Specimen A50 in on what he was offering both of his chosen Specimens for their co-operation in this experiment he left the room, giving firm instructions to his staff that Specimen A50 was to be fully fed, cleaned and healed of all defects. He wanted the specimen in top shape for the coming events.
He gave similar instructions for Specimen A15’s care. Once both had been tended to he personally escorted Specimen A50 the larger room Specimen A15 was currently being held in.
Specimen A15 glared at him through long, wet, pale blond hair and with narrowed eyes as he entered the room, but didn’t move from the slab like bed he was currently resting on. Despite every experiment he had gone through, and he had gone through more than almost any other Specimen, Specimen A15 remained defiant and rebellious, nothing at all like the docile Specimen A50.
“Today is your lucky day, Specimen A15,” Kurotsuchi smiled at him, steeping aside to let Specimen A50 walk into the room.
Specimen A15 widened his eyes in surprise for a moment, this was the first Arrancar he had seen since his acquisition, before narrowing them in suspicion.
“You will of course be closely monitored, but Specimen A50 here has been directed to inform you of this newest experiment and the benefits involved in willingly participating in it. Do enjoy it and have a good time,” Kurotsuchi smirked before walking out and securing the door behind him.
He practically raced to the control room so he could begin his observations. Would they actually breed or would they have to go in and separate the two specimens before they kill each other? He knew Specimen A50 would co-operate fully but would Specimen A15 find the offer for freedom from further experimentation, full meals, and access to a room with bathing amenities attractive enough to also co-operate fully? How long would it take for conception? He had gotten the impression that conception was damn near 100% when the proper mating ritual was observed. Only time would tell.
It had been two months since anyone had seen or heard from Ichigo. The teen was expected to be home soon though so all of his friends and family kept one ‘eye’ out for the feeling of the returning teen‘s unmistakable reiatsu.
It was mid afternoon when the distinctive feeling of a Garanta opening rippled over the reiatsu field of Karkura town, alerting all of those waiting and watching for it that Ichigo was returning. Even if they had failed to noticed the opening Garganta, the sudden spike of Ichigo’s reiatsu fluctuating wildly in distress and blind rage would have been impossible to miss even had they not been watching.
Kisuke barely had time to register it, let alone think about what it might mean, before Ichigo came barging into his shop with a rather large bundle cradled in his arms that was leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. At first Kisuke assumed something was wrong with the cub and that was what had Ichigo in a panic, but his burden was far too large to be the cub unless if it had one hell of an impressive growth spurt and Grimmjow came in right behind the teen cradling a small, grey bundle that was meowing in distress.
“Quickly, he needs help before he losses his?” Ichigo shouted frantically.
Ichigo set his bundle down to reveal another Arrancar, this one with blood stained pink hair and reiatsu that was spluttering dangerously low, no, two sets of reiatsu that were sputtering dangerously and Kisuke felt his eyes widen in surprise.
“This is an Arrancar,” Kisuke frowned, even as he set about running his reiatsu into his patient, desperately trying to stabilize both parent and child, but it was impossible for one person to attend to both. He could only focus on one of them.
The rest of the shops occupants had arrived at this point and the moment the crises had been made clear Yoruichi was gone in a flash of Shunpo, only to be replaced by a very concerned Isshin as the former Shinigami arrived, his own reiatsu in a flux of concern and sans his mortal body. No doubt Isshin had felt Ichigo’s out of control reiatsu and had feared that there was something wrong with his first Grandchild, thus choosing to forgo his cover out of pure worry.
“Isshin, good come over here. You were always better at delicate work like this than me. I need you to stabilize the child,” Kisuke ordered.
“Who is this? What’s going on?” Isshin demanded as he rushed over to Kisuke’s side.
Isshin’s eyes widened in shock at the damaged creature before him and widening even further as he tangled his own reiatsu into the forming cub’s in a desperate bid to stabilize it. Recognizing the trace of reiatsu from at least one parent Isshin stared up at his son in shock.
“Ichigo, what happened/what is this?” Kisuke and Isshin demanded at the same time.
“He was watching Cachorro while Grimmjow was hunting and I was doing the laundry. Cachorro had destroyed a bag of sugar and busted open a carton of crème all over the nest. Zangetsu and H’tsu warned me something seemed to be wrong so we rushed back to the den to find Kurotsuchi’s men dragging him from his own nest by a harpoon speared through his ankles and trying to grab Cachorro.
“As far as I can tell he has a broken collar bone, his left shoulder is dislocated and has two fractures, his left hip is fractured, his left fibula is broken, three of his left ribs are fractured, his right ankle is completely shattered, the piercing in his ankles from the mettle rod are fairly large and he’s got some pretty nasty bruising and a deep cut around his temple that makes me worried he may have a concussion,” Ichigo reported.
Kisuke was not surprised to discover Kurotsuchi was involved, he had recognized the poison spreading through his patients system quickly enough but didn’t bother wasting any resources combating it. It was more or less harmless and if their patient suddenly did wake up the poison would stop him from making any sudden moves that might cause himself, or them, further injury.
What he was shocked about was the amount of damage the Arrancar had taken during his beating. Why had his own innate Hierro not mitigated more of it? Did being impregnated truly weaken a hollow this much? Grimmjow had been weakened yes, but not this much before he had lost track of the former Espada as he returned to Hueco Mundo.
During Ichigo’s recital his friends had arrived, standing at the door in various states of shock and concern, but not yet entering the room or making their presence known to the distraught teenager.
“And the cub?” Isshin asked in a strange voice. “It feels like yours Ichigo, have you been sleeping around while I haven‘t been watching?” Isshin demanded sharply.
A gasp from the door brought Ichigo’s attention to his shocked friends. Orihime had her hands over her mouth, Tatsuki looked ready to murder him, Ishida was just recovering from his own shock and was trying to return to his usual cold, distained appearance and Chad looked like Chad.
“It’s technically not mine, I mean, it sort of is, it‘s my fault, but I wasn’t the one who mated him, even though he is a part of me,” Ichigo was rambling now, his panic starting to override common sense.
“Ichigo you’re rambling,” Kisuke cut in firmly.
“The cub feels like you,” Isshin pointed out.
“It’s H’tsu’s,” Ichigo snapped.
“Your hollows?” Kisuke questioned surprised, honestly curious how such an event came about.
“Yeah, stuff happened and Zangetsu and H’tsu were forced to manifest. I didn’t know anything had happened until after it was too late. I mean, H’tsu is technically a part of me and I couldn’t just leave him when I am responsible for it happening. I should have looked into what he was doing sooner,” Ichigo admitted sadly.
Isshin started at his son stonily for a moment before nodding his head in understanding. Kisuke half expected him to return to his usual goofy front but was honestly surprised when Isshin remained serious.
“Taking responsibility for your mistakes, that’s the son I am proud to say I raised.”
Ichigo blushed in embarrassment and pleasure.
“Unfortunate,” Isshin looked back at their patient, “I am sorry to say I do not know if we can save the cub. He is fairly banged up and both of their reiatsu is dangerously low and unstable. Shinigami reiatsu and hollow reiatsu are different and they are not very compatible.”
“And I am no good at stuff like this,” Kisuke sighed in reluctant agreement.
He could feel their patients slipping. Healing had never been one of his stronger capabilities, let alone creatures different from his own. Everyone in the room stiffened in shock.
“Can I help?” Orihime offered hesitantly.
“I am afraid not,” Kisuke shook his head sadly. “Your powers, while extraordinary, heal the body and do not restore reiatsu. This is primarily a reiatsu based problem and right now the cub is nothing more than forming reiatsu. There is no physical trauma for you to reject nor previous form for you to return it too. It would be like trying to use your powers to make a seed grow into a tree,” Kisuke explained the best he could.
The room fell into stunned silence as Kisuke and Isshin worked desperately to save their slowly dying patients.
Power entered the room, calm and comforting even as it held the feeler in impression of its graceful strength.
Grimmjow instantly snarled and snapped his gaze over to the newcomer, moving to protect his son from the Shinigami who had dared enter their space. The intruder didn’t seem threatened by him in the least and continued to walk serenely into the room, ignoring the snarling hollow with Yoruichi right behind them.
“Gentlemen, Yoruichi-san has informed me you have a rather interested dilemma. Isshin it is good to see you again.”
“Retsu, it is good to see you as well,” Isshin greeted her with a strained smile.
“We have an Arrancar here whose reiatsu is dangerously low and unstable, as is the cub he is carrying,” Kisuke explained.
“A cub as well?” Unohana questioned surprised as she joined the two beside their patient. “I was unaware hollow’s could mate,” she murmured in surprise.
Her hands glowed a soft green as she melded her powers with theirs and let them guide her through the channels of their patient to show her what the were working with. A deep frown caressed her forehead.
“We may not be able to save them both. I am afraid this is unfamiliar territory for me. Kurosaki-san, if it comes between the parent and child, which should we try to save?” she questioned.
A look of torment touched Ichigo’s face as the heavy decision was placed upon his shoulders. Pain flickered across his features as he wrestled with the choices presented to him.
“The parent,” Ichigo sighed. “We still need him to care for Cachorro and he can always try again if he survives.”
“Very well. Kisuke, please permit me to take over, and we will see what we can do.”
“Of course.”
Kisuke moved over and retreated while Unohana moved in and took his place, both beside the patient and ‘inside’ of him as well. A frown of concern marred her serene features as she took a closer look at the damage they had to deal with.
“This will take a very long time. It would be best if everyone were to depart except for Isshin and myself, your residual reiatsu is interfering with the operation.”
“Of course. If everyone would like to come with me I can put on a pot of tea and one of coffee,” Kisuke added as his eyes caught Grimmjow scowling the moment ‘tea’ had left his lips. “I would also love to get a closer look at your cub,” he smiled, beyond curious to get a closer look
“Unohana-san…” Whatever Ichigo was going to say or ask he never finished.
“I will do all I can for him, and the cub, but I will be honest with you Kurosaki-san; it does not look good. I fear we will not be able to save them both,” she admitted sadly.
He nodded and followed the others out. As soon as they were all out Unohana raised a protective shield around the room so that no foreign reiatsu could interfere with the procedure.
Kisuke led the group of friends to another room before heading to the kitchen and setting the kettle on to boil and getting the seldom used coffee pot going. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day and probably night.
He was a little surprised how concerned Ichigo was over the fate of the pink haired Arrancar he had dragged in. Kisuke really wanted to know the full story behind just how Ichigo’s hollow had managed to not only manifest, but impregnate the strange hollow. Also, what did Ichigo mean when he said they needed the other hollow to care for his cub? Regrettably his curiosity would have to remain unresolved for now was not the time to ask. He would put his curiosity aside until Ichigo had calmed down. If anyone stood a chance of saving the Arrancar and his cub it was Unohana and Isshin, but even Kisuke didn’t think the unborn cub had a chance of making it.
“So, Kurosaki-san, would you care to introduce us to your cub?” he questioned as pleasantly as he could in a desperate attempt to lighten the dark atmosphere. “You said his name was Cachorro yes?”
“Yeah, for now.”
“Oh, why only for now?” Kisuke asked curiously, hoping to distract the clearly distraught teen from the situation.
“Most cubs are named Cachorro until they earn their name,” Grimmjow answered. “If another cub is born into a pack they are called Hijastro.”
While Ichigo seemed truly concerned over his friend’s fate, Grimmjow seemed a lot less caring, or at least the hollow concealed his worry better. It was hard to say since Kisuke wasn’t as familiar with Grimmjow as he was with Ichigo.
“Interesting. Oh, I hear the kettle going. Grimmjow, would you please help me bring everything into the room?” Kisuke requested.
At first Grimmjow looked about ready to protest or argue, but he looked over at Ichigo and reluctantly nodded his head. Ichigo jerked a bit in surprise when he was handed his cub, as if coming out of a trance. Without a word Grimmjow fallowed Kisuke into the kitchen. With any luck, he would be able to get the full story on everything that had happened over the last two months, including just who that Arrancar was and how Ichigo’s hollow had been manifested.
Ichigo had been in a sort of trance, his mind whirling over the events that had just happened. He prayed that his father and Unohana could save Szayel and his cub, he wasn’t sure how the former Espada would handle another miscarriage, especially so soon after the last two and with H’tsu’s threats if he failed looming over his head. H’tsu was actually being rather silent on the whole affair, which was a bit of a blessing.
He blinked out of his trance when Grimmjow handed him Cachorro, his son’s soft mews of distress igniting his protective parental instincts. Cachorro was still shivering in fright and Ichigo set him gently down in his lap, softly stroking his son’s fur and murmuring assurances that everything was going to be alright. After several minutes Cachorro finally stopped shivering.
His son seen to Ichigo finally raised his eyes to regard his friends and family. He had no idea when Karin and Yuzu had arrived. He had been so out of it he hardly even registered that most of his friends where here until now. Of them all it was Ishida his eyes went to first. The Quincy was very sharp and he had no doubt that Ishida had recognized just whom he had brought back with him. Pink hair was definitely not a common feature and the body was far too large to be Yachiru..
“I don’t even want to know how he’s alive, or even how your Hollow knocked him up. All I care about is rather or not I need to worry about putting an arrow through his head when he recovers from this,” Ishida commented, having apparently read his thoughts.
“No, he’s safe now. I guess hollows generally function in packs and I hold the position as Pack Alpha. Besides, how could you distrust someone who went through what he just did all for the sake of protecting my son? He could have probably ran and saved himself, but he didn’t, he took the beating and protected Cachorro the best he could.”
Ishida stared at him intently for a minute before finally giving a nod of his head.
“So, this is our nephew?” Karin asked curiously, looking at Cachorro oddly.
“Yeah. I know, not what we were expecting, but this is him,” Ichigo adjusted Cachorro in his lap so the others could see him more clearly.
“He’s so cute!!” Orihime and Yuzu squealed at the same time.
“Can I hold him?” Yuzu demanded.
“Can I pet him, his fur looks so soft?” Orihime was quick to add.
“I am not so sure right now is a good time guys,” Ichigo sighed. “Maybe later after everything calms down.”
Cachorro was eyeing the strangers distrustfully and Ichigo didn’t know how Grimmjow would react to seeing the others touching his cub, especially so soon after such a stressful event.
“It’s fine, if my child was almost killed or harmed seeing him in the hands of strangers and former enemies would not make me comfortable in the least,” Karin shrugged nonchalantly.
“How old is he now?” Orihime questioned.
“Three days,” Ichigo answered.
“He seems rather developed for having been born three days ago,” Ishida noted.
“Yeah, I guess hollows are born ready to defend and hunt for themselves, but Cachorro here isn’t technically a full Hollow so he’s really not that interested in hunting just yet.”
“So what do you feed him?” Yuzu asked curiously.
“Ahh…” how the hell to answer that one?
“Szayel feeds him,” Grimmjow answered as he returned with Kisuke, food and the drinks. “All Natural Beta’s are capable of feeding cubs.”
Some of his friends caught on quicker than others. Ishida was the first to splutter in surprise and blush, Chad raised an eye but said nothing, Orihime, Yuzu and Tatsuki remained confused while Karin let out a burst of a laugh before controlling it and shaking her head.
“What’s a Natural Beta?” Tatsuki asked confused.
“Basically a bitch, someone who likes to put his or her tail in the air and let whomever is strong enough ride them,” Grimmjow explained crassly as he sat down next to Ichigo with a steaming mug of coffee.
Ichigo felt some of the stress leave his body as they chatted, his friends and family asking questions about his son and Hollow Nature. He completely lost sense of the time until Tatsuki’s cell phone alarm went off, alerting them all that it was almost 9:30 at night.
Reluctantly, his friends left one by one until only Karin and Yuzu remained, despite Ishida and Chad’s offer to escort the two younger girls home. Kisuke left the room shortly after with the intent to clean up the dishes from their gathering. Yuzu immediately offered to help and wouldn’t take no for an answer, not that Kisuke protested the girl’s help too much.
Cachorro had relaxed somewhat as time went on, but his son didn’t completely relax until after almost everyone had left.
“Your reiatsu looks like it’s back up to full, mind numbing strength,” Karin commented.
“What did you expect, for it to stay so pathetically low?” Grimmjow grunted.
“No, but I thought it would take longer to recover,” she admitted.
The door slid open and everyone looked up as a very exhausted looking Unohana walked into the room.
“Kurosaki-san, Grimmjow-san, may I speak to you about your companion?” she requested softly.
Ichigo felt fear bolt through him and his hands began to tremble.
“Yeah, we will be right there,” he assured her, looking down at Cachorro.
Even though he was fairly positive his son didn’t comprehend speech yet, he really didn’t want his cub to hear any of what was going to be said, nor to be in such a depressing atmosphere.
“Oi Karin, can you watch him while we hear out whatever she’s got to say?” Grimmjow requested.
“Of course,” Karin agreed, accepting Cachorro from Ichigo.
The cub squirmed for a moment but eventually settled down as he recognized Karin’s scent and reiatsu as belonging to family. After a minute Cachorro had completely calmed down, nestling contently in Karin’s lap as she gently stroked his fur with a soft smile.
With a heavy heart, Ichigo and Grimmjow followed Unohana out of the room and back to the room housing Szayel and Isshin. H’tsu still remained quiet although Ichigo sensed his hollow was riding very closely at the back of his mind. Zangetsu was also a quiet and firm presence in his mind, silently offering his support in the only way his Zanpakuto could.
/hug to all you reviewers, and welcome new readers. Well, I guess you got a dose of Ishida, although he won’t be hooking up with Szayel I am sorry to say. I am sort of glad to be back in the Living Realm as I now have a larger caste to once again work with.
Can anyone guess who Specimen’s A15, A56, A24 and A50 are? granted they really aren’t that clever of a code. Sorry MOF&F, Szayel wont’ be changing gender in this fict, maybe another one. I do so love torturing him for some odd reason.
I slept all day yesterday and didn’t even bother going to work. I am so damn tired all the time now. Baby is still kicking a lot, which I guess is good, means I got a healthy, active baby right?
Until Next week.
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