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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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Moving On

He�d finally finished it. He�d completed his post-secondary degree in just five years when most students took far longer. Everyone had thought him insane for taking such a heavy course load, especially with a family to care for, but it had paid off. Now he had the time to spend with his children and mate, at least until the job offers began rolling in.

Ichigo walked into the main den with a wide smile on his face. Five loud squeals of delight greeted him and five small bodies hurtled towards him. The two largest bullets reached him first, jumping into his arms with loud, excited cries of �Papa!�

Hijastro and Cachorro were both five now and displayed the size and mentality of any normal five-year-old child. It would seem his human blood, or possibly the fact they were descended from Arrancar, had slowed down their normal Hollow progression. Both cubs were fully capable of talking now and had been doing so since they were three.

Ichigo set his two oldest down and greeted the trio of two-year-old triplets. After Grimmjow had come out of the first mating ritual they had struggled to find a way to continue their amorous relationship without the activity resulting in another pregnancy, which was pretty much how all sex between hollows ended up. It had been Kisuke who suggested they try using conventional family planning methods. After all, if his reiatsu-infused semen never entered his partner�s body then there would be nothing to render into a new cub. Ichigo had certainly felt like an idiot after that, and the shopkeeper would occasionally get in a dig about a physician�s son, and a physician-in-training, overlooking such an obvious solution.

For three years condoms made certain that they could partake in all of the sex they wanted, when he had the energy for it. Then, on one very enjoyable night, the damn thing had broken and Grimmjow had started hissing and spitting at him like a rabid animal. The drain had been far more severe than the first time. The effect on Grimmjow was enough for Ichigo to summon his father. Isshin, upon examining the Espada, quickly concluded that it was likely that Grimmjow was carrying more than one cub. In fact, when the time for laying the eggs arrived, there had been four, but the last had been a dud.

Ichigo was not sure who had wanted to kill him more when the eggs were laid, Grimmjow for being accidentally knocked up or Szayel when he had been presented with three cubs to feed. Ichigo was certain, however, that the arrival of these three had been met by the pink-haired Arrancar with both extreme glee and extreme sadness. After all, the only two powerful enough to mate with the scientist were mated to one other. The arrival of these three just reminded Szayel that the likelihood of having anymore cubs of his own was very, very slim.

�You know I am always willing to fuck him,� H�tsu purred in his mind.

Ichigo ignored his hollow, a habit he�d developed over years of practice at tuning H�tsu out. Neither Szayel nor Kisuke had ever found a way to re-forge his soul into one, so both Zangetsu and H�tsu could still manifest. Keeping H�tsu, and his temper at some of the things the creature said to him on a daily basis, under control while enduring long hours of rigorous study was one way of toughening up, he supposed.

Ichigo looked at his three youngest before turning his gaze towards Szayel, who was sitting on the couch with various journals, piles of paper and several pens spread out before him on the coffee table. Grimmjow was not here at the moment; Ichigo presumed his mate was in Hueco Mundo overseeing the renovation of Los Noches. Tesra, Yylfordt and Ternero had moved back there two years ago, just before the �accident,� with the intent of undertaking the arduous task of rebuilding and refitting it, as well as cub-proofing much of it. Kisuke frequently journeyed there as well and between him and Szayel they had found most, if not all, of the little �devices� Kurotsuchi had left behind. The two had removed and disposed of most of them. They did leave a few of the small cameras in place, once Kisuke determined that they were harmless. Kisuke, who knew the 12th Division Taichou well, speculated that if all of the devices went dark at once the lack of incoming data would serve as an invitation for Kurotsuchi to try to replace them. Szayel had come up with a much better solution as far as the cameras were concerned. They simply piggybacked signals onto those cameras and used them as their own. Doing so cut down on both the cost of the new monitoring system, as well as the extra time it would have taken to install new cameras.

�Were they a handful?� Ichigo asked as he walked towards the only other adult currently in the den. Now that each had had a chance to greet their parent, all five cubs darted back to the giant jungle gym they had been busy with before Ichigo had arrived.

�An agreeable one,� Szayel answered with a small smile that had a hint of sadness in it as his eyes watched the five cubs play.

�Offer still stands,� H�tsu piped up.

Once more Ichigo ignored him, though he had to admit that a part of him worried that Szayel might actually consider H�tsu�s offer seriously. The teen had grudgingly passed it along after H�tsu hadn�t let him sleep for an entire week leading up to one of his major final exams shortly after the triplets had hatched. Szayel�s reaction had indicated he was less than receptive to the idea.

�H�tsu?� Szayel asked, biting his lip.

�Yeah, he�s being a pain in the ass about it,� Ichigo admitted through gritted teeth. Apparently, he had a habit of scowling whenever his hollow spoke up and that�s how the others always knew when H�tsu was bothering him.

�What does he want this time?�

�Nothing important, he�s just being a jerk,� Ichigo shrugged as he finished walking around the furniture to collapse in the chair. For a moment, Szayel seemed a little wary of him, but when nothing happened, he resumed his work.

The journals spread out on the table were the cubs� reports. It seemed that Szayel was making notes from the six books and marking each of the similarities the six cubs shared between them. With six samples, and three separate breeding partners, Szayel felt confident in labelling the data as confirmed Arrancar Offspring Attributes.

�I trust your final test went well?� Szayel asked offhandedly, golden eyes sliding back to the reports on the coffee table and picking up a pen.

�Yes, I am confident I passed it with a high mark. In fact, I have received a large number of offers from various well-off hospitals, including the one owned by Ishida�s father,� Ichigo chuckled, knowing that Szayel would appreciate the connection and the irony.

Ishida still stopped by every once in a while, usually with Yuzu and an entire bag of frilly dresses for Hijastro. Ichigo had been right, Ishida had managed to make several dress designs that took Hijastro�s wings into consideration and, like any young girl, Hijastro immensely enjoyed being dressed up by the two, much to Szayel displeasure. Ishida had made it his duty to get back at the former Espada through his daughter, and Ichigo was positive that the Quincy was winning the war. Every dress, usually a confection of lace, sating and ruffles, had some reference to, if not an actual, Quincy Cross somewhere on the garment in a spot that would be hard to repair if anyone tried to remove it.

�Oi, you finally done with all that school shit?�

Ichigo�s train of thought derailed as he turned his attention towards his returning mate. The cubs gave their second parent the same kind of greeting they�d given Ichigo, only this time the triplets were out in front. Cachorro approached in a more leisurely manner, escorting Hijastro to Szayel before joining his two brothers and one sister at Grimmjow�s feet. Ichigo smiled in approval at his eldest as Cachorro waltzed pass him.

Hijastro hopped up on the couch next to Szayel and curled up beside him, purring contently and sighing in pleasure as one of his hands reached down to scratch her vigorously behind an ear.

�Yeah, the schooling is finally over with,� Ichigo answered once the cubs had calmed down enough for Grimmjow to hear his answer.

�Finally! I thought you were going to be dealing with that crap for the next century.� Grimmjow snorted as he extracted himself from the four cubs and prowled towards him.

Ichigo felt his pants get tighter at the display of prowess and he heard Szayel sigh in exasperation, with just a hint of wistfulness.

�What�s got your tail in a knot?� Grimmjow demanded suddenly, blue eyes sliding to Szayel.

�Nothing,� Szayel said quickly. He leaned forward and began to pack up the journals he had spread out on the table. �If anyone needs me, I�ll be in the lab,� he announced, picking up the stack of documents and beating a hasty retreat.

Hijastro looked after him for a moment before jumping up and flying after him. The triplets cried out in delight, trying to chase after her, only to have Cachorro cut them off and herd them back to the Jungle Gym. Once there, they quickly forgot about their half-sister and started to hunt their older brother instead.

�He�s worse than a woman,� Grimmjow grunted, collapsing onto the couch and taking a big stretch before sitting up properly. Ichigo gave him a nudge in the ribs.

�I can understand why he�s upset, I just wish there was something we could do for him,� Ichigo said.

The Espada raised one eyebrow, and then reached up to stretch out his spine, before leaning forward, his arms folded and his forearms resting on his knees.

�What about those Vizard friends of yours?� Grimmjow suggested. His mate shook his head, and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

�I already asked. None of them are remotely interested,� Ichigo said and sighed.

It had been the one idea he�d thought would be remotely workable, but none of the Vizard were interested either in becoming parents or in mating with a Hollow. Like him, they, well most of them, took relationships seriously. Simply acting as a stud didn�t appeal to them and none of them wanted children now. It was also a serious offence for Shinigami to have carnal relationships with a hollow and since several of them had taken up positions within the Gotei 13 again, they really had no interest in testing the rules.

On several occasions, Ichigo had even briefly toyed with the idea of offering himself, but had quickly squashed the idea since Grimmjow had made it very clear he would not accept another Beta. Of course, that had been years ago but Ichigo had never had the courage to bring it up to see if his mate had changed his mind over it. After all, it was the Beta�s choice about whether or not an Alpha had more than one mate, at least in most cases. If H�tsu had wanted to mate with another while he�d held Szayel as his Beta, Ichigo doubted Szayel would have made a peep about it, even if he had objected.

�So now that you�re done with this garbage, I think we should celebrate,� Grimmjow smirked at him and scooted closer to the young man. The smirk quickly deteriorated into an outright leer.

�Oh?� Ichigo asked casually, raising an eyebrow and pretending not to notice that the look his mate sent him reeked of long-pent-up desire. �I suppose we could invite everyone over and have a party, but I should probably wait for my final grades to come in.�

The growl Grimmjow gave sent a shiver of delight down his spine and straight to his quickly hardening shaft. He told his libido, reluctantly, to knock it off. As much as Ichigo wanted to jump Grimmjow right there and then, someone had to watch the cubs. They were at the age that getting into trouble in a plain, padded room was an ever-present possibility. Grimmjow must have had the same line of thought, for the former Sexta let out a displeased sigh and turned his own attention back to his children.

It may have been three-on-one, but Cachorro had the advantage of size and experience when it came to wrestling with his younger siblings and he wasn�t in the habit of making it easy for them to �corner their prey.� Both adults watched the cubs play and any sexual disappointment they might have felt quickly gave way to parental pride instead.

Ichigo tucked his youngest daughter in, a soft smile on his face as the little white cub with the grey shading on her paws and ears let out a yawn before she closed eyes the same shade as Grimmjow�s and quickly fell asleep. Szayel tucked in Hijastro from the other side of the nest. The two girls shared a den while the three boys shared another. Grimmjow was seeing to the boys. Apparently, female cubs made him a little uncomfortable.

Szayel didn�t seem to be upset anymore but Ichigo did note the slight red tint to his eyes indicating he�d probably had a good self-pitying sob fest shortly after leaving the main chamber earlier.

Ichigo wanted to say something encouraging, but couldn�t think of anything so kept his mouth shut instead, not wanting to make the situation worse. Instead, he returned to the lair he shared with Grimmjow after making sure that someone secured all of the doors. The predatory look that a very naked and aroused Grimmjow gave him sent that shiver through his entire body yet again, and this time he didn�t try to stop it. He noticed that Grimmjow was not in bed alone. He�d dragged Pantera and Zangetsu with him.

It was a silent request and Ichigo was surprised that he even understood it. Perhaps it was just a sign as to how much they had come to know each other that they were able to read each other so easily.

A part of him wanted to say yes and another part wanted to say no. They already had four cubs, he had five, and he felt it would be very unfair to Szayel, regardless of the fact Szayel had assured them he had no problems feeding their cubs. Ichigo had promised they would mate again when he finished school. Of course, that had been before the �triple accident� had occurred. The pros and cons of mating again warred within him as he stripped out of his clothing. Grimmjow watched him silently and Ichigo appreciated the fact that his mate was letting him come to the decision on his own without trying to influence it. By the time Ichigo was as naked as Grimmjow, he had come to a decision. Without a word, he picked up Zangetsu and pulled the Zanpakuto from his sheath.

Grimmjow grinned up at him happily and jumped to his own feet, drawing Pantera as he did so. They retreated to the training basement so their battle wouldn�t disturb the cubs and lone adult holed up in his laboratory. The normal sun was gone and a star-lit ceiling made up the roof this evening. Ichigo thought that the ceiling upgrade, courtesy of Kisuke, was an improvement over the old one. He made a brief mental note to let the shopkeeper know it added a nice bit of ambience to the chamber.

It was strange fighting completely naked, a little jarring actually with that extra limb slapping at his thighs as he moved. They battled for a good hour before Grimmjow tossed Pantera aside and lunged at him barehanded. Ichigo also disarmed himself, but he didn�t toss Zangetsu. He would never hear the end of it if he did. Instead, he jabbed the blade point first into the ground and met his mate�s attack hand to hand.

They wrestled for a short while, their skin rubbing against each other and thick arousals growing stiffer each time they brushed, which happened often as they tumbled on the ground. Ichigo could feel their reiatsu rising as the battle for dominance commenced. His own reiatsu was far greater than Grimmjow�s and nothing was ever likely to change that. Nails dug deeply into his arms and shoulders as he pinned Grimmjow beneath him. His own teeth latched onto the now-permanent scar on Grimmjow�s throat, created by five years of constant biting. His mate�s blood tasted as sweet as ever and the flesh beneath his lips trembled as Grimmjow growled in a mixture of pleasure and annoyance.

Ichigo couldn�t help but to grin against the skin beneath his lips. He brought a hand up to grasp their erections and stroked them together. The claws imbedded in his shoulders tightened and small streams of blood began to run down his arms.

A thought suddenly crossed his mind, one that had embedded itself in his brain earlier. As the height of the ritual, Ichigo pulled his mates hips up, and then impaled himself upon Grimmjow�s thick shaft.

He was too busy getting use to the strange and painful sensation of having something shoved up his unprepared virgin ass to notice the look of complete shock Grimmjow gave him. Ichigo, no stranger to pain, got over it quickly, took a few deep breaths to steady himself and started to move while Grimmjow remained stunned beneath him. The sensation wasn�t very pleasant, as his actions and the friction they caused rubbed him raw.

�Should have lubed up first,� he thought distractedly and grimaced. �That�s what I get for being impulsive��

Eventually his passage stretched a little bit, but it wasn�t until Grimmjow finally got over his shock, flipped them over so the Arrancar was now on top, and started to thrust into him that the head of the stronger Arrancar's cock hit his prostate and the reason why anyone would want the position suddenly became clear to him.

Sparks exploded in front of his eyes and a sensation he had never felt before raced through his body. It didn�t take long for Grimmjow to get the right angle, at which point all further thoughts, and H�tsu�s screaming voice calling him all sorts of terrible things, completely disappeared into the background. Ichigo chose to simply focus on the overwhelmingly pleasure that Grimmjow seemed determined to pound into him. Now he understood why the former Espada had accepted his fate as Ichigo�s Beta, if this was the kind of bliss Ichigo had given him over the years. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Grimmjow aimed true with each thrust, and each stroke against his prostate sent more of those wonderful sparks and jolts running from the roots of his hair to his toenails. Even H�tsu shut up completely as the intensity of it all raged through him and back again.

When Grimmjow finally roared and pumped his semen into him, Ichigo could sense the accompanying reiatsu rush in and start swirling about in his stomach. It was a strange feeling, and yet it wasn�t entirely unpleasant, even with the small cramps that accompanied it. When the last convulsion came, Grimmjow remained still above him for a moment before collapsing beside him, panting in exhaustion. His hadn�t even noticed when he�d reached his own release, but he must have because it covered both their stomachs with a sticky mess.

�Why?� Grimmjow demanded when he finally caught his breath, being the first to speak.

�I figured it�s only fair I take a turn. You have already given us four cubs and I was honestly a little curious to know what it�s like.� Ichigo answered honestly.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes and Ichigo brought a hand to rest on his midsection. For some odd reason the image of an old butter churn popped into his head and he chuckled. The thought seemed to fit the sensation growing in his body.

�How long does the rendering last?� he asked curiously.

Grimmjow let out a long breath, and then looked at the hand on Ichigo�s belly.

�Several hours. You should notice the drain soon. Within two days you�ll be as weak as that Omega sister of yours.�

Ichigo could feel his energy swirling about, but he didn�t notice too much in the way of draining yet. Of course, his pool was considerably bigger than Grimmjow�s so maybe it just might take him a bit longer to feel it when it did diminish.

Now that the mating was over, H�tsu�s unwelcome voice returned in a frothing rage and Ichigo winced a bit at some of the language his hollow used. Not to mention his high-pitched, shrill tone. In turn, Ichigo made a face that he wished H�tsu could see. Sometimes a scowl was worth a thousand curses.

�H�tsu�s a little upset,� Ichigo explained when Grimmjow gave him a questioning look.

�I bet,� Grimmjow laughed, rolling onto his side so he could stare at Ichigo and rest a hand over the swirling vortex of reiatsu, brushing Ichigo�s fingers with his own.

Ichigo hardly noticed. All of his attention was on the odd goings-on in his gut. As intriguing as it was, he didn�t plan to sleep on the sand, so after half-an-hour the two of them retreated to the bathroom for a quick cleanup before returning to their den.

It didn�t take Grimmjow long to fall asleep, but Ichigo was up for most of the night, unable to find slumber as his stomach roiled, fusing their joint reiatsu into a new being. It did hurt a little, but the discomfort was less painful compared to a blade slicing into his flesh. He also had to calm H�tsu down before his hollow did something rash, like manifest on his own. It actually didn�t take too long to get H�tsu under control, especially since he had Zangetsu�s support in his decision to be the one to carry the offspring this time.

Grimmjow woke up the next morning feeling very pleasant. He�d had the most excellent dream last night, one in which he�d finally managed to top Kurosaki. His eyes fluttered opened to see Ichigo staring dazedly, and tiredly, up at the ceiling. To top it off, the teen�s reiatsu fluctuated wildly, far more active than it should have been.

The Espada�s mouth ran dry as his memory of the previous evening promptly kicked him fully away. Electric blue eyes grew momentarily as large as saucers.

Holy shit, it wasn�t a dream! Ichigo had let him top last night, and now the young human was carrying his offspring. If Grimmjow had plumage, it would have been puffed up in pride. Instead, he settled for a shit-eating grin, one that covered his face and which he could feel all the way down to the soles of his feet. Then he took a second look at his mate and shifted gears, realizing that Ichigo looked worn out.

�Did you even sleep last night?� he demanded.

�Nah, I couldn�t get to sleep,� Ichigo answered and then yawned.

�Don�t make a habit of that. The drain happens surprisingly quickly,� Grimmjow warned.

�Yeah, I know,� Ichigo agreed.

Ichigo was obviously happy, but something about the whole scene was a little off. Something just didn�t seem�. right. Grimmjow shrugged it off for now and moved closer to nuzzle at his mate�s neck. Ichigo chuckled, and pushed his head away, complaining about it tickling.

Grimmjow frowned. This wasn�t right. He was the Alpha now and Ichigo should have been baring his throat for him. He suppressed the warning growl his Instinct insisted he give to a subordinate. Ichigo wasn�t a hollow after all and he didn�t have the same powerful ingrained impulses. It was also obvious that his mate was distracted by the new life forming within him. His own Instinct cooled a bit at that thought and puffed up a bit once more. He had mated this powerful creature, had come out on top, and now his mate was very happily carrying their young. He could let this little disobedience slide. It wasn�t as if Ichigo had flat out told him to stop, simply that it had tickled. He could get over it and found it a bit amusing at this point. He was not some mindless beast that acted solely on instinct anymore, as Ichigo was always too pleased to point out.

The sound of their cubs meowing hungrily for breakfast broke him out of his internal debate. Both of them rose and got ready for the day. Szayel exited his own den shortly after they walked out of theirs. The usual morning greeting died on the Natural Beta�s lips as he regarded them. It was obvious that Szayel had quickly caught on that something was up. Any child could have. Grimmjow couldn�t get rid of the grin on his face and Ichigo was still a little dazed and had a happy little smile of his own.

At least, it was a smile until he got a look at the expression the scientist wore.

Grimmjow couldn�t decipher all the emotions that ran across Szayel�s face, for they flickered though at a fast pace, but he did recognize happiness, longing, and a bucket-load of fear as the three major ones. He understood the first two, but the third one confused him. There was nothing for Szayel to fear, at least as far as he knew anyway.

Ichigo seemed completely oblivious to Szayel�s suddenly awkward behaviour. Instead, his attention was on the five cubs as he patiently explained to them that they had a sibling on the way. The only ones that seemed to comprehend what Ichigo was trying to tell them were Hijastro and Cachorro. The triplets seemed far more interested in their next meal and followed Ichigo out of the main den and down the hall to the kitchen, leaving Grimmjow alone with Szayel.

�He let you top?� Szayel asked as nonchalantly as he could, but there was that undertone of pain and fear.

�Yeah. Said it was his turn or some nonsense like that,� Grimmjow admitted, looking away and scratching the back of his head.

�I see,� Szayel rubbed an arm nervously.

His fellow Arrancar was behaving as he had after H�tsu had finished with him, all meek and scared. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn�t think H�tsu had escaped; Ichigo had been awake all night and probably would have noticed if his hollow had manifested. Granted, his mate had been distracted. Just to be sure, Grimmjow ran his own reiatsu over Szayel, checking for any traces of a foreign contaminate.

Szayel shivered as he felt the reiatsu sweep over his body, but didn�t comment on it. He simply lowered his gaze and turned towards the kitchen.

�You would think I mated him, not Ichigo,� he couldn�t help but to think in a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Szayel was acting very submissively, something he hadn�t done in over four years. It was true that with Yylfordt and Tesra no longer living in the Earth-side den, the pack shake-up had relegated him back to his old place as Omega. However, Yuzu and Tesra still shared the official title of pack Omega. Nothing had changed to�

�Ahh.� Grimmjow groaned aloud as he finally figured out what was bothering Szayel.

Of course, something had changed. He wanted to smack his forehead with the heel of his hand at his own absent-mindedness. Hadn�t he just been thinking about this? With Ichigo carrying his offspring, that made him Pack Alpha, and he�d made it very clear in the past that he only put up with Szayel due to his tie to Ichigo�s hollow and the fact that Ichigo felt responsible for him. That had changed over the years, but that old fear and doubt probably remained in Szayel�s mind.

�Relax, I have no plans on kicking you out, Nursemaid,� he snorted.

Szayel flashed him a look of extreme irritation and straightened his posture a bit. Grimmjow�s smirk widened, pleased with himself that he had correctly deduced the problem and seemed to have fixed it in the span of less than a minute.

�Quit grovelling and slinking around like you�re going to get hit. Ichigo�s annoying as it is on a normal day and I don�t want to have to put up with his pregnancy-induced nagging because you�re cringing like a kicked puppy every time one of us says �boo�. Didn�t we agree you�re a part of this pack?�

�Yes, we did,� Szayel admitted slowly, and the meek posture went away to be replaced by a more appropriate one. �Now if you will excuse me, I had better start storing up reserves myself if I am expected to feed yet another of your brats,� Szayel sniffed as he made his way out of the room.

�You do that,� Grimmjow laughed after him, but his mirth ended quickly.

There was no doubt about the small flash of pain on Szayel�s face at his statement. Grimmjow let out a sigh and made his own way into the middle of the chaos that was the kitchen on a weekday morning. Feeding five cubs was quite the chore, especially the triplets. The two boys still thought it was more fun to wear their food than to eat it and his daughter was busy trying to share her breakfast with the little hollow lizard he had originally captured to teach Cachorro how to hunt. Somehow, the damn thing ended up as the family pet, living in a fifty-gallon fish tank filled with sand, rocks, and two cacti. The three adults in the lair gave off more than enough reiatsu to feed the critter and it was not dangerous to the cubs in any way.

Ichigo may be pregnant now, but other than that it was a normal chaotic morning in the den, making it appear as if nothing had changed. In fact, Ichigo looked as if he didn�t have a care in the world.

�Yeah, we will see how long that lasts,� Grimmjow couldn�t help but think smugly. �Let him get a taste of what being completely drained and useless really feels like.�

/love those reviews everyone, and I am pleased you all got a kick out of the park bench, lol. It was a spur of the moment idea and I think it panned out excellently. Now if only there were some excellent artist out there to draw that sexy scene.

I felt the time skip was necessary. Ichigo was really hitting school hard and there was not a lot of planned events. I find school ficts dreary and there was no way to do the schooling without making a large slew of OC�s. Day to day life reading can get rather weary, as can writing it.

The triplets weren�t planned either, I had planned on twins but than I thought, what the hell, lets really hit them. I may have been influence by Brave as well. I haven�t thought of any names for the triplets so feel free to make suggestions. Um descriptions would help, wouldn�t they?

Oldest: Boy. Black fur with blue highlights. Has Grimmjow�s eyes.

Middle: Boy. Scruffy, tawny fur, kind of like Ichigo�s hair, with white paws. Has Ichigo�s eyes.

Youngest: Girl. White with grey paws. Has Grimmjow�s eyes. Looks a lot like Cachorro.

Remember Arrancar go with Spanish origins so suggestions from that front are very welcomed. A mixture of Japanese and Spanish would be nice to see.

The next chapter is actually done and will be posted next week, pending munchkin demands and Warcraft addictions.
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