The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Pack
Resistance was minimal at best. Grimmjow, in the few seconds between bouts of dishing out some punishment to the Shinigami that Kurotsuchi had sent after them, had correctly labelled it as ‘pathetic.’ Ichigo didn’t even bother wasting time with Zangetsu as he and Grimmjow batted aside any Shinigami foolish enough to cross their path, leaving a trail of unconscious and moaning bodies behind them. Soon after making their grand and destructive entrance they had both felt their reiatsu suddenly plummet as the device Szayel warned them about activated. It didn’t last long though, as their countering device kicked in and their reiatsu returned, albeit fluctuating a little.
As Grimmjow had surmised, that hardly mattered. These people barely stood a chance against them and, in all honesty, the lessening of his strength made Ichigo feel better. This way, there was less of a chance that he might seriously cripple someone accidentally. The people they were mowing their way through were nothing more than Kurotsuchi’s pawns and barely qualified as cannon fodder. It also wasn’t their fault their leader was insane. Their only real crime was to be in the wrong Division at what was definitely the wrong time.
It was Grimmjow who realized that the first of the prisoners were now on the move, having a greater capability at sensing reiatsu than Ichigo. A look of surprise crossed Grimmjow’s face before he gave his head a shake, casually batting aside another worm who collided painfully with a wall.
“Something wrong?” Ichigo inquired, concerned.
“Nah, just felt something strange,” Grimmjow grunted and went back to cracking heads as if nothing was wrong.
By the time the two of them made it to the detention block, Orihime was already gone with the prisoners and the hallway was littered with unconscious bodies. Chad and Ishida were busy mopping up, tending to the fallen Shinigami to make sure that none of the damage they’d inflicted was permanent.
“Any problems?” Ichigo questioned.
“No,” Ishida assured him. For all that the young man was willing to clean up his messes, the Quincy still had a rather smug look on his face as he surveyed the destruction.
There was a surge of power that even Ichigo sensed, even if he didn’t recognize what it was.
“That would be Kurotsuchi running away,” Ishida said, and scowled in anger.
“This was highly disappointing. I thought the Shinigami trash would have put up a better fight than this,” Grimmjow muttered, clearly annoyed at having lost their quarry after he’d put forth the effort of taking out the man’s staff.
“We did come in well-prepared,” Ishida pointed out. “Things might have gotten uglier if Szayel hadn’t warned us about the suppression device and devised a way to counter it.”
“You mean it might have actually been interesting,” Grimmjow countered and looked around in disgust, hands planted on his hips. “ I swear, I’ve had naps that were more productive.”
“Let’s get to the control room and call in,” Ichigo ordered, stopping the argument in its tracks before it could start. “Urahara-san said it would be a good idea to gather as much data as we can from the computers, since the old man isn’t going to like us busting up a Shinigami camp without good cause.”
“At least Unohana-san should be waiting for Inoue to return with the prisoners. A medical report should help your case and I doubt most of them were in very good shape,” Ishida indicated. Ichigo nodded at his friend’s line of reasoning.
The four of them made their way to the control room, where the once gleaming computers were now utterly destroyed. Ichigo gritted his teeth and had to stop himself from throwing a temper tantrum like some spoiled child.
“Relax, Ichigo,” Zangetsu soothed him. “Szayel mentioned this would probably happen. He suggested checking to see if the backups might be undamaged.”
“Right,” Ichigo sent back, forcing himself to calm down with a few deep breaths.
Ishida, of course, was already a couple of steps ahead of him and moved over to what appeared to be a normal section of wall. After a minute of searching, the Quincy let out a sound of satisfaction. He carefully pushed inward and the wall moved. Then he pulled the panel to the side, revealing another short corridor and what appeared to be several grey towers.
“Looks like the backups are fine. Assuming the data backed up, we should have all the information we need to pin Kurotsuchi to a wall,” Ishida snickered.
“Chad?” Ichigo turned his attention to his oldest friend, who was just closing the cell phone-like device Kisuke had given them before they departed.
Chad looked up at him and gave a nod of his head. A moment later a gate opened. Kisuke stepped through with Tessai by his side.
“Ah, Kurosaki-kun, another successful endeavour,” Kisuke greeted him pleasantly, waving his ever-present fan at the young man. He reached up and raised his hat briefly in acknowledgement. “You never cease to amaze me.’
“Orihime and the others made it out?”
“Hai, hai... Orihime-chan and Unohana-san are seeing to them as we speak, but you should get back soon. Your escapees are getting restless without a powerful Alpha around to control them and at the moment, they’re surrounded by powerful Shinigami. It would seem Kurotsuchi did manage to get a few of them to mate and those Alpha’s are definitely getting twitchy. I’d hate to have to bill you for the repairs to my basement.”
Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched at that, but he nodded all the same.
“Right, I’ll leave you and Ishida to the data then.”
The teenager turned to the gate and took a deep, calming breath before purposefully striding through. Chad and Grimmjow followed him while Ishida remained behind to help Kisuke. The moment Ichigo was through he could feel the tension in the air, a tension that eased slightly as many of the Arrancar instantly recognized the former Espada by his side. With a bit of direction from H’tsu, Ichigo let his own power pulse across the field; strong as hell and clearly tasting of the darker aspects of a Hollow.
Grimmjow surveyed the field before blinking in surprise and heading off in one direction. Ichigo followed him, puzzled, and watched as the Arrancar they passed dropped their gazes in submission. The anxiety surrounding the lot of them slowly eased as they walked, until they stopped before a particular pair that stood some distance away from the others.
Ichigo recognized one of them at once. Tesra hid meekly behind the other long, blond-haired Arrancar and the two were clearly mated. This far along even he could feel the reiatsu forming inside the submissive-acting Hollow.
Unlike the rest of the Hollows who had bowed their heads before them, the Arrancar guarding Tesra met their gazes warily, his body coiled tightly as if expecting a fight. Something about him seemed familiar but Ichigo just couldn’t put his finger on it. Thankfully, his mate supplied the explanation.
“I thought you were dead,” Grimmjow grumbled.
“Fucking Shinigami got a hold of me before I could get back home. I felt the others die though.”
Ichigo watched the exchange in confusion as the apprehension between the two remained thick. Grimmjow looked past the Alpha of the pair to regard Tesra, who flinched at the scrutiny and looked ready to flee at a moment’s notice. When he spoke again, Grimmjow addressed Tesra, not the Alpha, surprising Ichigo.
“You know, I should off you right now after your master tried to snuff me after my battle with Kurosaki,” Grimmjow snarled, causing Tesra to flinch and his Alpha to move into a more defensive position. “But I won’t because Kurosaki won’t let me,” he snorted, a little irritably, and then sighed, deflating a little. “It’s fine Yylfordt, keep your Beta and your Cub,” Grimmjow said and reached up to rub his forehead, as if the whole situation gave him a headache. “I know Ichigo won’t care since he dragged your poor excuse of a brother home with him already.”
At that simple statement all of the tension seemed to drain completely out of the situation.
“Wait,” Ichigo thought, “what was that last part?” he silently questioned. “Brother?” he repeated, confused by this point.
Grimmjow moved off towards the other mated pair that also stood alone. There were two other females hovering around them, but everyone else was giving them a wide berth… a very wide berth if the expression on the Alpha of that pair’s face was any indication of his mood and temperament.
“Szayel is my younger brother,” Yylfordt explained, eyeing Ichigo up and down. “Grimmjow mated you?” he exclaimed.
“No, I mated him,” Ichigo corrected as H’tsu practically screamed in his mind in objection to such a thought.
That brought a look of shock to the faces of every Arrancar near enough to hear. Somewhat mollified by Ichigo’s correction of his inferior, H’tsu quieted down for a moment before once more directing Ichigo’s actions with a voice that sounded half-annoyed and half-gleeful.
“Your brother and former Pack Alpha already have a place in my pack. You are welcome to join it as well,” Ichigo offered hesitantly.
Tesra stared up at him in surprise before quickly averting his gaze. Yylfordt studied him for a moment before nodding his head and offering him a smile.
“Sure, why not bro?”
“You need to add ‘in-law’ to that,” Ichigo’s absently corrected as he carried on, completely missing the startled look on the two Arrancar’s faces.
He listened absently as H’tsu continued to guide him, reminding him of the workings of Hollow packs. He was the Primary Alpha, the leader. It was his choice whether or not to let them live, die, mate or even accept them. That was why there had been such strain and a sense of hostility between Grimmjow and Yylfordt. Yylfordt hadn’t had Grimmjow’s permission to breed (nor had he known the role of Pack Alpha had changed) and it would have been within Grimmjow’s right to terminate the Beta or even punish them both in some way.
Ichigo felt a welling of pride that his mate hadn’t done anything else but accept the situation, despite his obvious dislike of Tesra or, more fittingly, Tesra’s previous Pack Alpha. It was a sign of just how far the former Espada had come in the months they had been living together.
The teen swept his gaze out over the anxious assembly and he realized most of them were actually afraid of him, or at least mistrustful of his intentions. It was almost as if they expected him to do something terrible to them, although after everything Kurotsuchi had done to them he was honestly not surprised to see fear in their eyes.
“Most of are afraid that they have been moved from one prison to another. The rest fear being banished, of not being accepted by you,” H’tsu explained. “In their current conditions, many of them would perish quickly or be recaptured if forced out on their own.”
Ichigo knew what needed to be done and he silently bid his once easy life another fond farewell. Some of these people needed him, and he had never been very good at backing down from responsibility. He had freed them and now they were his to care for until they could fend for themselves. He felt Grimmjow come back up beside him, his mate giving him a strange look before shaking his head in exasperation.
“Too soft, Shinigami,” he muttered.
“Too responsible,” Ichigo countered, correcting his mate. “And I don’t hear you objecting too much,” he pointed out.
“It was getting too damn quiet and lonely,” Grimmjow admitted, relenting a little.
“Of course,” Ichigo offered him the barest hint of a smile.
He gathered his thoughts and sent out a pulse of his reiatsu to make sure he had everyone’s attention, though most were watching him intently to see what he would do. Ichigo didn’t keep them waiting long.
“You are free to go if you wish, but be warned, I will not tolerate any aggression against my family, friends, humans or even Shinigami in anything other than self-defence. I will kill you without hesitation if I find out such an act has been perpetrated.”
“If you wish to stay and join my pack, you are welcome to do so, but the same rules will apply and I will not tolerate anything but, for lack of a better word, proper humane behaviour. You have some time to think about it.”
The crowd stirred at his announcement and after a moment, those who were in better shape quickly departed. Some left alone, others in two’s or three’s. Ichigo didn’t bother to watch them leave. They were no longer his to deal with unless they crossed paths with him again.
Ichigo headed towards where those with the worst wounds were. Orihime offered him a smile, her golden shield healing an Arrancar that was more mangled flesh than creature. Beside her Unohana was healing another, her hands glowing softly and her voice serene as she listed the injustices done to her patient’s body while Yoruichi recorded it down in a note book.
“Nel?” he asked quickly, not wasting any time. This time it was Orihime’s turn to look utterly relieved.
“There was no sign of her there, or her brothers,” Orihime answered with a soft smile.
Ichigo let out a soft sigh. Nel had thankfully been spared the fate so many others had suffered. Hopefully, she was still out in the desert playing Endless Tag with her brothers and their pet.
“Thank you for helping, Unohana-san,” Ichigo said to the small, dark-haired woman.
“It is my pleasure Kurosaki-san,” she replied and offered him a warm smile. “That was a very stirring speech, but what do you plan on doing with the ones that choose to remain? You cannot hope to house them all in the Living Realm should they all accept your offer.”
“I don’t plan to. Hueco Mundo is where they belong. It is their home; it doesn't belong to the Shinigami.” he said. A frown marred his face before his eyes hardened. “Are you almost done here?” he inquired.
Unohana nodded and stood up. “Yes. Do you still plan to go through with the initial plan?” she enquired, an assessing look on her face.
Ichigo’s steeled his will and nodded in return. He hated creating conflict, but he hated letting injustice get its way even more, especially when there was something he could do about it.
“Very well,” Unohana said.
There was a stirring of panic among the remaining Arrancar and he could feel the portal opening. Ichigo looked up in time to see Kisuke, Tessai and Ishida return through it, a look of satisfaction on their faces and their arms laden with computer equipment. Clearly they had managed to get the information they needed.
“Let’s go see Cachorro while Urahara-san extracts the data we will need,” Ichigo suggested to Grimmjow.
Family was family, so before they retreated up the ladder Ichigo approached Tesra and Yylfordt and offered to let them come along. Both gratefully accepted and he could tell it was a great relief to them both to escape the larger crowd.
Szayel was resting in his bed, curled up protectively around his egg with Cachorro nestled in the small dip made between Arrancar and egg. The moment Cachorro noticed them his son let out a pleased yowl, crawling out of the bed to get to his parents.
Grimmjow moved forward and scoped their son up, a rare smile of pleasure on his lips as Cachorro nestled against him. Ichigo reached over and gave his son a scratch behind the ears, earning more pleased mewls between head butts. Szayel, on the other hand, completely ignored them and stared up in disbelief, and apprehension, at the two intruders to the den.
“Holy shit, the broad was right!” Yylfordt laughed as he strode confidently into the room and up to his younger brother.
Szayel glared at him and opened his mouth to make some sort of smart-assed remark before closing it and looking past Yylfordt to where Tesra hovered uncomfortably in the background, pressed against the wall.
“I see you have mated as well,” Szayel noted, nodding at the shy Arrancar.
“Yeah, well I couldn’t say no to a free sex, especially after being injected with a thousand pounds of shit, dissected a thousand times over…’
“Vivisected,” Szayel absently corrected him, although Yylfordt continued right over him as if he hadn’t spoken.
“…and being denied even the most basic of grooming tools.”
The brothers shared a shiver at such a horror and Yylfordt continued after making a face. “The offer to be left alone for a few months was too tempting to pass up. At least the freak chose someone with a half-decent ass. What’s your excuse?”
“One of my experiments split Ichigo’s soul into its base parts and the Hollow half took a liking to my eyes,” he answered vaguely.
“So the in-law thing…” Yylfordt looked over at Ichigo, who had been watching the exchange with some amusement. Ichigo confirmed his suspicions.
“Technically speaking, H’tsu and I, we are the same person, two parts of the same soul. Ergo, Hijastro is going to be as much my cub as Cachorro. Speaking of cubs”, Ichigo added and looked over to Tesra, “...how long until you lay?”
“A week,” Tesra answered meekly.
“That Shinigami bastard certainly didn’t waste any time, did he?” Grimmjow observed dryly.
“How many couples?” Szayel questioned, with far too much curiosity.
“Just two,” Ichigo answered. “By the way, if your cub is going to be called Hijastro, what is theirs going to be called?”
“Ternero or Ternera, depending on gender,” Yylfordt answered after a moment.
Ichigo stared at them in confusion.
“It means ‘calf’, since Yylfordt’s base form is a bull. It would be fitting,” Grimmjow explained.
“Oh, that would make sense. Is that common then?”
“Nothing about this situation is common. One cub is rare, two even rarer, but three in one pack is utterly unheard of,” Szayel spoke up.
“So what does that make four?” Ichigo couldn’t help ask.
“I would be surprised if Rose and her Alpha stuck around. It is different for Tesra and I since Szayel is family and Grimmjow and I are already a pack,” Yylfordt answered. “It makes it easier for our Instincts to accept one another. The other pair hasn’t any connection with us and will likely leave fairly soon here, since they are both physically fine.”
Ichigo looked over to where Tesra still lurked uncertainly in the corner.
“You don’t happen to be a Natural Born Beta as well, are you?” Ichigo asked offhandedly.
“No,” Tesra shook his head.
“And this Mila Rose person? Is she one or can she feed her cub, being female?”
“She should be fine,” Szayel waved the concern aside before sighing and looking over at his brother and Tesra. “You really still love to make my life miserable, don’t you?” he complained.
“I hear it’s what big brothers are supposed to do,” Yylfordt grinned at him, but it held apprehension as well. Szayel looked once more over to Tesra and let out a suffering sigh.
“Three,” he muttered in annoyance. “If your cub is named after a calf, I swear, I might just have to grow an udder to accommodate everyone. Come over here Tesra,” he ordered firmly.
Tesra hesitated, but right now Szayel had a much higher standing in the pack than himself or Yylfordt, since he was essentially having one of the Primary Alpha’s cubs and was more powerful than either of the two of them.
Tesra approached carefully until he stood next to his own Alpha, who silently put a reassuring arm round his shoulders to help hold the nervous Beta steady.
Szayel let out another sigh before resting a hand gently against Tesra’s stomach, probing softly with his own, slowly restoring reiatsu to get a feel for the forming cub. The forming reiatsu paused before continuing its soft pulsing.
“If need be, there should be no problem feeding this cub as well,” Szayel sighed. “But after this I swear I am getting you all fixed!” he threatened.
That teased a laugh out of nearly everyone, and even Tesra gave off a nervous little chuckle.
“Kurosaki-san.”
Everyone turned to face a tired-looking Unohana, who remained at the door and didn’t enter the room.
“I have done what I can and dare tarry no longer. Kisuke-san said he should be ready with the information you need soon and will send you after me. No doubt Kurotsuchi-Taichou has called for a meeting already. I will delay any outcomes the best I can with what evidence I’ve gathered.”
“Thank you Unohana-san,” Ichigo offered her a short bow. “I will follow as soon as I can. And thank you again, for everything you have done for us.”
“You’re welcome,” she offered them a small smile before turning and departing.
Ichigo sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“I still don’t like the idea of you going without me,” Grimmjow growled.
“I know, but if you came with me it would only make matters worse and if something were to happen, at least one of us will be here to watch over our son, and growing pack. Unfortunately, I don’t think you would have much luck getting anyone to listen to you, so that leaves me.”
“And I won’t be going alone. Yoruichi-san is coming with me. Hopefully, if everything goes right, we won’t have to worry about anything like this happening again.”
“And if nothing goes right?” Grimmjow retorted, challenging Ichigo’s assumption that he’d have an easy time of things in the Seireitei. “Because with you, nothing ever goes right.”
“Then we will make it right,” Ichigo answered firmly. “Just like I always do,” the teen reassured him.
Yoruichi arrived before anything more could be said, to let Ichigo know they had everything they needed. Her arrival prevented further conversation or argument. Ichigo paused to scratch Cachorro’s ears once more and pulled a kiss out of his mate, one that clearly demonstrated who the Alpha was, before following her out. It was time to hopefully put an end to this.
Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews. Looks like spring is in the air and it is a beautiful day outside, so I am going to take the time to enjoy it. Stay tuned for the next chapter, sometime next week and Happy Easter Weekend if you celebrate such things.
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