The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Leadership
Their prediction had been right. By the time Unohana arrived back in Soul Society she was instantly informed by Hanataro that a meeting had been called and that the wounded from Ichigo and Grimmjow’s assault had all been seen to with nothing more serious than bruised bodies and pride; truly commendable considering hollows had very little love for Shinigami. She politely thanked Hanataro, amused at the blush that lit up his face at the compliment, and calmly made her way towards the meeting hall, not even pausing to clean the blood off of her uniform. Normally she would never desire to appear as anything but immaculate and serene, but in this case she felt the gore would help Ichigo’s case, and she truly wished to help the teen.
He had been the one to save them all from Aizen’s rather well laid down plot and if anyone had dared to attack her own child, well, Kuortsuchi got off rather easy as far as she was concerned. Ichigo and his mate had every right to tear the man into a million little pieces.
She couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips as she though of little Cachorro. The cub was so adorable and the furthest thing away from a monster despite his hollow heritage. More shockingly, she had witness how much a hollow’s demeanour changed around their cubs, even someone as violent as Grimmjow suddenly became a completely different creature when his son was there and demanding his attention.
Approaching the meeting hall she could hear Kurotsuchi’s voice raised in anger. She paused outside the door and listened patiently, waiting for a quiet moment to make her entrance. She usually wasn’t one for theatrics, but today she would indulge in them.
Right now she could here Kenpachi and Kurotuschi arguing with each other, a rather common occurrence. She couldn’t quite make out the words, but she didn’t need to. Their so called ‘conversations’ seldom changed much. ‘Weakling,’ ‘mindless brute’ and a large slew of other synonyms frequently flew between the two men during meetings.
Finally, someone else spoke up, Jushiro she guessed since the voice was masculine and very soft, silencing the two men long enough to give her the pause she had been waiting for. She opened the doors and entered the room serenely, all eyes instantly darting her way and everyone noticing the blood still splattered on her uniform.
“Forgive my late appearance, I was delayed caring for the injured that came into my care,” she apologised politely.
“I was unaware there had been a disturbance large enough to warrant your personal attention,” Soi Fon frowned, clearly thinking the disturbance had been here and her division had failed to notice and report it.
“What was the disturbance?” Jushiro questioned concerned. “And is everyone alright?”
“Physically, everyone should be fine. Orihime-chan’s ability to heal the body never ceases to amaze me,” she praised the human. “Physiologically, well, that is a different matter and one not in my field of study,” she finished her answer as she took her place in line.
“Orihime-chan? What were you doing in the Living Realm?” Soi Fon demanded, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“I was doing Kurosaki-san a favour, but I have a feeling that this meeting might be tied to that,” she turned her gaze over to where Kurtouschi was all but glaring at her. “My apologies for interrupting and late appearance once again,” she smiled serenely at him.
If his face hadn’t been covered in paint, she strongly suspected it would be bright red with rage right now. There was a monitor set up, the scene frozen on it was that of Ichigo and Grimmjow tearing up the complex. She had a hard time holding back a satisfied smile at the image.
She much preferred the path of peace, but sometimes such a path was not viable. She strongly respected the fact that Ichigo had gone in and freed the prisoners without undue damage to the unfortunate troops who had been placed in his way. Hanataro’s report indicated everyone was pretty much fine and would be released by tomorrow evening at the latest. Considering who and what they had angered, they were lucky no one had been out right slaughtered.
“You, you helped that whelp attack my division?” Kurotsuchi snarled at her in accusation.
“I do not recall going into Hueco Mundo nor attacking anyone or anything,” she responded sweetly. “If you would like a record of what I have been up to for the last few weeks, I have it right here,” she indicated the note book. “Would you like me to read from it?” she questioned innocently.
“Perhaps it would be wise if someone else did, a neutral party, just to make sure the words are read true,” Shunsui spoke up, not because he distrusted her, but because he understood the situation and was making things smoother for all around.
“How do we know the words written in there are true?” Kurotsuchi challenged.
“How do we know the words in your own reports are true?” she returned the question, holding back her pleasure at seeing him stiffen in outrage. “I trust your words as a professional, do you not trust mine?” she offered.
“Unohana-taichou is not known for falsifying records. Soi Fon, please take the log and read from it,” Yamamoto ordered sternly, speaking up for the first time since her arrival.
“Hai, Sotaichou,” Soi Fon saluted.
Unohana passed the journal over. Soi Fon opened to the first page and began to read. The very first thing in it was the first patient she’d had; Szayel. It was rather fitting and she felt shock ripple through the room the moment it was mentioned he was ‘pregnant,’ although his list of injures garnered a few winces. Judging by the shocked look on Kurotsuchi’s face, he had been unaware of Szayel condition at the time of his assault.
“Pregnant?” Yamamoto demanded, his eyes narrowing.
“If hollows can now bred, this could be a very potential threat. Arrancar are not to be trifled with,” Toshiro commented with a weary frown.
“Grimmjow-san was surprisingly forthcoming on hollow mating, and I myself was shocked to discover that Hollows of an Adjucus level at least have been mating for generations to no ill affect. I found how this occurs rather curious, but I am sure that Kurotsuchi-taichou could fill us in on the actual details much better than I could,” she smiled at him.
All eyes turned to face him. Ah, so he hadn’t mentioned that part of his research, or she had arrived before he could.
“What makes you think that?” he questioned nervously.
“Soi Fon-taicho, could you please skip to page twenty four of my report,” she requested.
Soi Fon looked at Yamamoto, who nodded his head in agreement. Flipping through the book she made it to the page that held her information she had gathered on Tesra and Yylfordt, including the little tidbit they had shared with her about it being Kurotsuchi who had coerced them into mating.
“It is only strategic sense to know what ones enemy is capable of,” Kurotsuchi was quick to defend himself as all eyes once again looked his way. “Not all of Aizen’s Arrancar were accounted for and knowing if they were capable of reproducing themselves without that stupid jewel is only common sense. Imagine having an new army of them coming down upon us? Now at least we know and can prepare for it.”
“He is right, Soutaichou,” Soi Fon agreed.
“Perhaps,” Unohana agreed. “But how do we know that our continued inference in a world not our own wont be the catalyst that brings about that potential war? Have you informed everyone yet that the reason Kurosaki-san and Grimmjow-san attacked your outpost was because you attempted to apprehend and harm his son?” she questioned the room.
A variety of shocked exclamations met her question, most noticeably from the teens collection of close friends amongst the fukutaichou. Even Yamamoto raised an eye at her statement. The room remained in chaos for a moment before Yamamoto brought it back under control with a wave of reiatsu and his staff beating on the floor.
“Enough. Unohana-taichou, are you implying that Kurosaki Ichigo has mated with a hollow and has produced a child from such a union?” Yamamoto demanded.
“A rather adorably cub,” she smiled sweetly at the memory of Cachorro. “Szayel-san has been keeping record of everything involving the mating, both theirs and his own, since according to them these are the very first instances of Arrancar mating. He has generously agreed to share the information with us, as he already has with Urahara-san, providing of course no further action is taken again Kurosaki-san and his growing pack.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Isshin-san is quite ecstatic to be a grandfather.”
That brought about a stirring for those that knew the man. She pulled out a picture of Cachorro, curled up between his parents and passed it to the person standing beside her.
“This is Ichigo’s son? It looks like a rather large kitten,” Komamaru commented as he studied the picture before passing it on.
“Indeed, apparently because Grimmjow-san was a panther like Adjucus, Cachorro-kun has taken after that aspect of his heritage,” she explained.
Slowly, the picture went around the room, initiating various responses, although the biggest obvious change of heart had to be Soi Fon, who practically melted at the sight of the grey cub. She always did have a soft spot for anything cat related thanks to her hero worship of Yoruichi. Byakuya hardly even glanced at it and Yamamoto didn’t even bat an eye at the rather cute picture.
“Tsu, I didn’t know it was his cub at the time,” Kurotushci snorted when several sets of eyes turned accusing gazes his way. “And I never went back after them once I learned! He still had no right to attack my subordinates and destroy my research, let alone release the dangerous prisoners we were holding, all of which Central 46 was well aware of and approved off.”
With that, the argument kicked off again. Unohana let it, for while her log was detailed, the images Kurosaki should be bringing would paint a far more horrific picture as to the treatment of said prisoners. Every society had their prisons, the Maggot’s Nest was a prime example, but it was truly nothing more than a holding facility. No deranged experimentation went on down there, just confinement.
She felt Yoruichi’s reiatsu brush against hers, letting her know they had arrived. Good, now all they would need was the perfect break. She doubted Kurotsuchi would suffer more than a slap on the wrist for this endeavour, as much as she wished more could and would be done. Hollows were not citizens, they were creatures to be killed when they showed up outside of their own world. The best they could hope for was to prevent any further atrocities from being committed.
It had been some time since Ichigo had been here last, and the streets were honestly just as confusing as ever. Fortunately, Yoruichi seemed to know where they were going and walked down the streets with confidence at a rather leisurely pace, one Ichigo truly wished she would both pick up and, at the same time, slow down. He was truly not looking forward to the up coming confrontation. Hopefully, they had gathered a good enough case that the old man would listen to him. He really had no desire to fight those he had come to call friend.
Eventually they broke out of the maze like streets and approached an official looking building with the Kanji for one emblazoned on the gates inside of a diamond. Even from the street they could here Kurotuschi’s voice raised in a high pitched screech as the man ranted.
“Relax, Ichigo,” Yoruichi sent him a smile of reassurance. “The longer he screeches, the more our interruption will be appreciated,” she chuckled.
“Yeah,” he offered her a small smile of his own, but waiting was painful.
He much preferred to settle things with his blade or fists, settling things with political manoeuvring was really not something he was comfortable, nor familiar, with. He would just have to hope that he had as many friends as everyone seemed to assure him he did on the council and that Unohana-san had managed to set the stage the best she could.
He felt his fist tighten around the flash drive with the information Kisuke had given him, feeling the plastic bite into his flesh and remind him to loosen his grip before he damaged the small device.
Finally, Yoruichi must have gotten some sort of signal for she nodded her head at him, indicating it was time. With another deep breath, he stormed up to the doors and kicked them open, instantly silencing the room as all eyes turned towards him in various degrees of shock, and in at least one case outrage.
“Just remember what they did to our pack, to your cub and mine” H’tsu hissed in his ear.
It was more than enough of a prompt for him to hold onto his anger, even though he felt complete shock at some of the faces that had turned to face him and had almost lost his grip on it.
“Well, now I know where Shinji and the others disappeared to,” he thought surprised as he spotted no less than three of the Vizard standing in the twin lines wearing a white haori.
“You,” Kurotsuchi hissed at him in outrage.
Ichigo ignored him and stormed right passed him until he stopped in the center of the room, not even sparing a glance at his friends and keeping his gaze locked with Yamamoto’s.
“Kurosaki,” Yamamoto greeted him.
“Jii-san,” Ichigo returned, “I wish I could say sorry for the intrusion, but I am not,” he said coldly. He turned his attention towards Unohana and gave he a small bow, “Unohana-taichou, you have my thanks, the thanks of my family, my pack members, and the appreciation of those that chose to go their separate way for aiding them in our time of need.”
“Your gratitude is appreciated Kurosaki-san. I am always pleased, and willing, to help those in need.”
“More than anything, you have my profound thanks in giving Hajistro a chance to live. If it weren’t for you and my father, the cub would never have stood a chance at hatching. For that, you have my thanks above all others. My father in particular is looking forward to another grandchild,” he couldn’t help but to smile wirily before tuning back up his rage and finally turning to face Kurotsuchi.
“How dare you…..”
“No,” Ichigo interrupted coldly with a flare of his enraged, overpowered reiatsu that sent many of the fukutaichou sweating at the force behind it, “how dare you attack my family after everything I have done for Soul Society? How dare you beat any creature to the point of almost loosing their child? How dare you order such atrocities to be commit against any creature, regardless of what or who it is?” Ichigo snarled. “I warned you I would come after you again if you attacked my family, and yet the first victim you chose after learning Hollow’s could bred was one of my cubs parent’s own brother!” his voice echoed slightly at the last accusation thanks to H’tsu’s interference.
They hadn’t actually known about Yylfordt being alive and chosen to breed, but no one needed to know that. Ichigo really didn’t like lying, but technically there was no lie here and it helped their case.
“Kurosaki,” Yamamoto called his attention back to the Soutaichou, “it is a serious crime to attack a Shinigami division.”
“It’s a greater crime to attack my family,” Ichigo countered angrily, but left off there despite the other bitter words that ran though his mind to permit Yamamoto to speak at Zangetsu’s prompting.
“It is also a crime for one Shinigami to attack another, or their family. It is clear to me that Kurotuschi-taichou was unaware of your family ties to these…. Hollows, as we were all unaware. It was with Central 46’s orders that the surviving Arrancar be contained and studied and by breaking them out you have invaded our realm and broke our laws once more,” Yamamoto said sternly.
It was time to finish step one, create empathy for those harmed.
“Does study include the atrocities such as these being committed?” Ichigo demanded, holding up the flash drive.
He honestly had no idea how the large screen behind him worked, nor where to plug the drive in. He was loathed to let Kurotuschi even touch the small yet vital piece of plastic and metal. Fortunately, with Yamamoto’s permission, Toshiro was the one to take the devise and plug it in before calling the main file up.
Ichigo hadn’t actually seen the images yet, so the shock and disgust as the various experimentations were conducted hit him just as hard as it hit several of the others in the room. Some remained stoic, some remained disinterested, but most had various degrees of shock and horror and many accusatory glares were once more sent Kurotuschi’s way.
“I was tasked by Central 46 to learn everything I could about the Arrancar, such an order is rather open to interpretation and I was being as thorough in my investigations as could be,” the scientist grunted in annoyance. “If we are suddenly so interested in how I treat my specimens, lets take a look at how the Onmitsukido do their deals as well,” he sneered. “At least mine are mindless hollows.”
“Arrancar are not mindless,” Ichigo snapped. “When Aizen tampered with them he gave them part of a Shinigami soul. The only difference between a Vizard and an Arrancar is which side of the coin the person started on, and you clearly have no problems with us Vizard,” Ichigo waved his hand at the three standing Vizard who had remained silent during the debate, although Shiniji had a shit eating grin plastered on his face that has been there since Ichigo had kicked in the doors.
“I don’t care about legal action being taken against you for doing your job, Kurotsuchi, as much as seeing such action being taken would please me. If I held a grudge against every person who has wronged me, well, I probably wouldn’t be letting half of you stand here,” Ichigo shook his head.
“Than why are you here,” Soi Fon demanded.
“To take what legal action I apparently do have the right to take, ironically enough in both Soul Society and Huecu Mundo laws,” he couldn’t help but to smile and shake his head a little.
“And what action might that be?” Kurotsuchi sneered. “As if any laws would be shared between beasts and ourselves.”
“Las Noches was owned by Aizen, and I defeated him, thus earning the right to inherit and lay claim to everything he owned,” Ichigo stated, knowing he need go no further than that.
“Even the division?” Shinji asked.
“You can keep that,” Ichigo scowled. “Want I want is Las Noches, free of Shinigami interference, as a safe haven for those Arrancar who wish to live in peace.”
“And give them a nest to breed in?” Soi Fon growled.
“Adjucus and Vasto Lorde have been breeding for centuries. The only food source outside of Hueco Mundo worth hunting for them would be someone of, at least, Fukutaichou level. How many Adjucus and Vasto Lorde do you see?” he questioned.
“Almost none,” Jushiro helpfully answered.
Ichigo nodded his head in thanks to the white haired taichou.
“There is no reason for any of the remaining Arrancar to leave Hueco Mundo, or their offspring. If any do I will deal with them myself if need be,” and now for the final offer that would hopefully result in both his victory, and rub a thousand pounds of salt into Kurotuschi’s wounds. “Also, Szayel has agreed to share all of his research, past, present and future, with Urahara-san to be conveyed forward to Soul Society.”
That sent a stirring through the room.
“It would also be nice if my friends actually visited every once in a while to see how I was doing,” he offered a few of them a smile. “Because you know, I am starting to feel unloved after everything I went through for you guys.”
That was his way of saying that they could check up on him without needing to sneak in, that he had nothing to hide from them, for he didn’t, and was willing to co-operate in some manner.
“How many Arrancar are we talking about living in Las Noches?” Toshiro questioned apprehensively.
“Probably not more than a dozen or so,” Ichigo answered. “Most of them left and scattered as soon as they were able, and I expect more will do the same. As noted earlier, they have no interest in anything out side of Hueco Mundo and it was Aizen that pushed them outside of it. Kurotsuchi didn’t cage all of them and yet we have not heard from any of them, have we?”
His question was answered with various forms of agreement. No one had even heard about any of the Arrancar until this day.
“If I may add, Soutaichuo, it is my understanding that Grimmjow and Szayel are the only two surviving Espada. If both of them continue to live with Ichigo than we will be able to keep tabs on them. While the rest of the Arrancar are dangerous, as Ichigo pointed out, not all of them have been accounted for and we have not heard from them.” Jushiro added.
“I have no doubt we could deal with most of the Arrancar should they become an issue, only the Espada were truly any threat to us, and it sounds like Ichigo here has tamed the surviving ones,” Shunsui added with a smirk that almost brought a blush to Ichigo’s face.
“Only the fact your family was involved pulls you out of the fire for attacking a division, Kurosaki. We can not deny you your legal right to lay claim to Las Noches,” Yamamoto declared. “Nor lordship over those of Aizen’s minions you wish to lay claim to. Be aware that you will be responsible for their future actions. I hope you know what you are doing.”
“I do,” Ichigo assured him.
“Kurotsuchi-taichou, you are to extract the remained of your division from Las Noches,” Yamamoto ordered.
“But….” Kurotsuchi practically seethed in rage, but he wisely didn’t object any further than the one word. “As you command, Soutaichou,” he gritted out, shooting Ichigo a death glare.
“There will be no further debate. Meeting adjured,” Yamamoto slammed his staff down once more.
Kurotsuchi stormed out of the room in a fury, Ichigo watched him go before giving a shake of his head and turning his attention to the sudden flurry of people surrounding him, all of them clearly interested on what he had been up to and how the hell had he managed to mate with a hollow, and a male one at that. It was going to be several more hours yet before he could return home to his family. Still, he felt the information about breeding should at least be passed on to Shinji and the other Vizard, just encase it turned out they could also breed in a hollow like manner.
“That went better than expected,” Ichigo sighed hours later when it was finally just him, Yoruichi, Rukia and Renji.
“I still can’t wrap my head around it,” Renji shook his head.
“I still can’t either, and Cachorro is my son.”
“He’s so adorable though,” Rukia gushed. Her eyes hadn’t left the picture Unohana had brought back with her since the petite Shinigami had gotten her hands on it. “Almost cutter than Chappy,” she sighed.
“What do you mean, almost?” Ichigo demanded affronted.
“Well, Chappy will always be cute, but Cachorro will have to grow up one day, and with a father like you his chances are slim.”
“Oi,” Ichigo protested.
Yoruichi chuckled and shook her head while Renji let out a loud laugh.
“Some friends you guys are,” he grouched, kicking a rock on their path.
He had already filled them in on everything that had happened over the last two months and, much like Ishida, Renji had mixed feeling over Szayel’s survival and impregnation by Ichigo’s hollow.
“We should get you home Ichigo, no doubt your growing family is getting worried that something bad happened. The last thing we need right now is your volatile mate storming his way in to ‘rescue’ you,” Yoruichi chuckled.
“No kidding,” Ichigo chuckled back. “It was good to see you two again,” he smiled at his two oldest Shinigami friends.
“It would be too much to ask that you stay out of trouble, so I won’t bother,” Rukia smiled softly at him.
“It was just amusing to see Kurotsuchi-taichou’s hakama in a knot,” Renji chuckled.
With a final fair well, Ichigo followed Yoruichi to the nearest gate and through it to home. Cachorro was the first to greet him, his son rushing towards him in a stumbling run and meowing for attention. With a soft smile Ichigo scooped him up and finished entering the room.
“No blood, or did you shower before coming home?” Grimmjow questioned.
“Believe it or not, everything fell into place as we planned,” Ichigo answered, closing the distance between himself the lounging former panther. “Las Noches is now technically mine, Kurotsuchi should be removing his troops and equipment even now.”
“Things tend to happen the way you plan when you plan your strategy in advance,” Szayel pointed out without bothering to look up from the journal he was currently writing away in before a scowl crossed his face. “That Shinigami trash better not take or destroy any of my equipment in his withdrawal. No doubt he will also leave recording and scanning devises all over the place. It is going to take months finding and getting rid of it all,” Szayel lamented.
“It is not like we have anything to hide. Stop stressing about replaceable equipment Szayel and worry about what is really important,” Ichigo lectured.
“And what would that be?”
“Hijastro,” Ichigo answered firmly, “your first successful cub.”
The scowl was instantly gone and the Journal ignored as Szayel turned his attention towards the egg he was curled protectively around at Ichigo’s reminder. Looking over at the other couple Ichigo was surprised to realize they had taken the time he was away to set up another nest in the far corner for the other mated pair. He was a little surprised that they were bedding down in here.
“It’s for safety’s sake,” Grimmjow grunted when he noticed where Ichigo’s attention had wandered to. “Yylfordt is pack and family, so it’s easier for both of our instincts to accept their presence.”
“Right, I remember you saying your own pack was safe around cubs and would help raise any,” Ichigo nodded.
Tesra seemed to be sleeping at the moment, no doubt completely exhausted after the long day and drained of Reiatsu. It was probably the first time the Beta had gotten any real slumber since his mating now that they were actually safe without any fear of Kurotsuchi. Yylfordt was curled up around him, listening to the conversation and gently running a hand down his Beta’s side is soft strokes. Ichigo sighed when he realized both were still as naked as when Orihime had rescued them and vowed to fix the problem. He had gotten use to it but it was the last thing Karin or Yuzu needed to walk in on.
“I know you guys probably want to return to Huecu Mundo, but it is a lot safer here in the Living Realm. I would like to finish the last few months of school off, at which point I will get a good break we can use to asses Las Noches, and it would give time for all of the cubs to safely hatch and grow a bit. Any objections?” he questioned his pack.
Those awake had no objections, or at least not enough of one to confront him about his decision. The Living Realm was much safer, and the pack was full of powerful Arrancar capable of holding off pretty much anything in this world until the rest could respond.
Ichigo turned his attention back to his son, who was now slumbering in his lap. Cachorro may not look humanoid in pretty much any way, but no one could deny just how adorable he was. He hoped Hijastro would be equally as adorable.
As much as I would love to give Kurotsuchi a violent, miserable end, that, unfortunately, just isn’t the way Soul Society works. /sigh. Everything in the arguments were true. I could totally see the assholes in Central 46 condoning his studies of the threat and it would be a very true and honest concern of the Shinigami that Arrancar can breed; giving their strength and the average Shinigami’s patheticness. I mean come on, when Orihime-chan can knock them out with a slap chop to the neck you know the average Shinigami is truly pathetic (season two when they infiltrate if you are trying to recall when it happened. She knocked two of them out so she and Ishida could steal their uniforms).
/love and thank you all for the reviews. Now, to attempt to get some sleep, it’s been five days since I’ve gotten some.
Next Chapter: Hijastro finally hatches.
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