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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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Tunnel

Szayel watched the Alpha pair retreat to the basement, all the while silently berating himself for, once again, letting H�tsu�s training take over. It had been easier when he wasn�t with cub. The hormonal changes that came over him while pregnant brought him right back to the weeks of hell H�tsu had put him through, no matter what he did. Every time Grimmjow looked the least bit annoyed or upset, be it mockingly or truly, his mind fell back to H�tsu�s beatings and abuse, back to the mental and emotional agony of the miscarriages.

Mentally, he knew neither Ichigo nor Grimmjow would beat him or mate him so harshly blood would stream down his thighs from the unprepared penetration. He knew that, but it didn�t stop the tremors, didn�t stop his body reacting how H�tsu had trained it to. His instincts were setting back to the way he�d been forced to act the last time he was with cub and it was a constant struggle between his Intellect and his Instincts.

He hadn�t even realized he was crying until a few wet splashes started to run the ink on the diagram he had been drawing on the napkin. He furiously blinked the tears away. Grimmjow was right. He�d been an Espada, one of the top ten strongest Arrancar in existence. Where was his pride?

�Crushed, beneath H�tsu�s training,� he mentally answered himself.

No, not crushed, utterly obliterated. He would never be the man he was before, and honestly, he was not so sure he wanted to be. He had a pack now, one that would take care of him and his cubs, that treated him well and would not try to eat him in his sleep. Hell, he had cubs all around him. He wasn�t just trusted with them, he was expected to be with them. And the data, oh the data he was gaining from them. He�d never had such exciting research subjects. He�d forgotten just how much he�d once loved children until Cachorro had first nestled against his chest and began to nurse.

Thinking about children inevitable brought his memory back to his mortal life. Very, very few hollows recalled their mortal life, least of all as clearly as he did. He remembered the three wonderful children Yylfordt had once had with his charming wife. And he recalled, all to clearly, how the youngest had been dying, how she had spent almost her entire life in a hospital, every day a struggle while an unknown disease ate away at her.

He�s spent almost every waking minute trying to find out what it was, what was eating her. What was killing this wonderful, charming, beautiful child who always had a smile no matter how many IV�s were in her arm or tubes down her nose. No matter the number of tests that were ran she always remained happy, confident he would save her. He�d died without ever finding that cure, murdered actually.

He tried to push that gruesome thought aside, refusing to dwell on it, refused to recall the pain he�d been in. The disgrace. The fear. The agony. But, as always when he thought of his niece, the memory returned and ran through his mind like a movie he couldn�t stop.

His lab partner had been a charming young woman, just two years out of medical school. She had been the one to make sure he took breaks. She was the one who pulled him out of the lab to get fresh air. She had been the daughter of someone high up in one of the strongest local gangs. He hadn�t known that at the time, but he had learned quickly and painfully.

She had pulled him from the lab, insisting they get something to eat. He had reluctantly agreed. He had been too intent on finding a cure during the time he had known her, but had he had the time he probably would have courted her. She was smart, she was pretty, and she obviously had something resembling affection for him, for why else would she make sure he ate and would listen to him ramble and rant when he was frustrated or when he had a break through without complaint.

They were in the underground parking lot when they had found themselves surrounded by six men with guns. He didn�t recall the conversation word for word, not anymore. He just remembered that he�d been ordered to back off from her, that she wasn�t his to take. He recalled her screaming at the leader of this little posse, at least until one of them had gagged her. He recalled insults had been thrown about his looks, how they could put him in a dress and pass him off as a cheep prostitute.

Two of them had held guns against his head. He still recalled the feeling of the cold tips pressing to his skull. He recalled the sound of tearing as the leader of this little posse, a man hopelessly obsessed with his bosses daughter and Szayel�s lab partner, and used a 16inch knife to slice his clothing off. He recalled there had been jokes made, how they commented he looked like a girl and they were going to treat him as one. One of the goons had swept his feet out from under him, sending him to the cold, concrete. They kicked him onto his stomach and before he could have a chance to respond his face was pressed into the ground with the barrels of two large handguns digging into his skull.

They had threatened to kill him if he moved. He oddly remembered how the concrete had dug into his chest, how it was ice cold, gritty and smelt like exhaust and burned rubber. Than, they had started to rape him. Two held guns to his head while kneeling on his arms to keep him pinned while a third would take their turn. He didn�t know how long it had gone on, only that the six of them had taken at least two turns each on him, all the while jeering and laughing.

He didn�t know what had happened to his friend. He had lost sight of her when they had pinned him to the ground and he didn�t dare attempt to look for her with his head being ground into the concrete by two gun barrels. After they had all had their turns on him, the leader of the posse, he never did learn the bastards name, had pulled his head back and set that 16 inch knife to his throat. Even to this day he recalled the last words he�d ever heard in his mortal life.

�Now to make sure you won�t be thinking about my girl anymore.�

His head had been released and the knife had trailed down his back, leaving a small trail of blood as it sliced through the skin, before overwhelming agonizing pain shot through him, far exceeding that of his torn and bleeding anus, as the large knife was shoved through his manhood and buried into his thigh, inadvertently going right through his Iliac Artery. The men had panicked when blood started gushing out of the wound like a fountain and his world had quickly started to go cold and dark as he bled out. The numbness had been welcomed after all the pain.

When he came to he had been standing over his own body, his friend no where in sight and the police and paramedics were going over his body. It had taken a while for him to come to terms with the fact that he was dead, that no one could hear or see him, even as he desperately begged the men on the crime scene to find out what had happened to the only woman who had ever paid him any heed. He never did see her again, nor learn what had happened to her.

He hadn�t had time to deal with what had happened to him, to come to terms with the fact he�d been raped and murdered. One of the paramedics dealing with his body had commented that he�d just help move Szayel�s niece into the ICU unit since the hospital was short staffed just before the call of his murder had been made.

He had abandoned his body and rushed to her side, using the ability to go through walls to get there faster. Her small body had been so frail and pale and she was hooked up to so many machines. Assured she was still alive, at least for the moment, he had rushed to the lab. He was dead though, and unable to use the equipment nor could anyone hear him. Still, he had spent days desperately trying to communicate and hovering over those that still worked to try and find his niece a cure.

He had been forced to watch as his brother broke the news of his death to her. She had sobbed brokenly for hours, whimpering and getting weaker until they finally had to sedate her. She had ceased fighting her ailment and would frequently break down into tears. He had promised he was going to save her. He had broken that promise.

He remembered the day she died. He remembered how they had found the cure two weeks later. He recalled the look of grief on his sister-in-laws face and how the death of his little angle had torn Yylfordt to pieces, occurring so quickly after the news his younger brother had been found raped and murdered in a parking lot that should have been safe. He remembered how everything had torn him to pieces. He�d been lost after the funeral, and had stayed around the lab, unable to find the energy to go on. If only he hadn�t been murdered, if only he�d been alive. He could have found the cure in time and she would have still been alive. It had been those bastards fault! They had killed him, humiliated him and, more importantly, had killed an innocent little girl who only wanted to see the flowers growing in the park or to go to a bloody pet store to see the animals she had only ever seen in pictures!

He remembered the rage, the burning anger and fury, but not much else. When he came to the very bastards that had not only murdered him, but had raped him simply because someone high up in a local gang�s love interest talked and worked with him and they wanted to send him a message, were shredded messes before his claws with their flesh dangling from his mouth. He�d hunted them all down in a fury. It was because of them that she had died. He recalled the fury, the feeling of their warm blood in his mouth and how it coated his body.

When the high was over he�d no longer been human. His mind had slowly returned as he studied his new body, one of pure white and almost catlike. His face had been covered by a white mask, but his pink hair had still stuck out. He had always been curious, it was what led him to become a scientist. With this transformation came some basic genetic knowledge, but it wasn�t enough. The Living Realm held no more for him, just painful memories and grief. It was time to explore this new body of his.

�Papa, can we have dessert now?� Hijastro asked, thankfully breaking him out of his reminiscing.

He raised his head from where he had been cradling it in his arms and glanced over to his daughter, who�s fur was slightly damp from the bath. Cachorro was already trotting towards the freezer where he knew Isshin had hidden a box of ice cream bars. The triplets had yet to make an appearance but he could hear Yuzu chattering happily away to Karin and Tesra and the triplets making various mews of their own. He hadn�t even realized he�d been crying again until he realized the sleeves to his yukuta were soaked with his tears.

�Go ahead,� he smiled at her.

The past was the past. Dwelling on it did nothing more than cause pain and it wasn�t as if it could be changed. He wiped his eyes clear before anyone could notice he�d been sobbing like a little girl.

Cachorro had just found the box and was handing his half-sister one when the rest of the tribe arrived, minus Yylfordt who would be on patrol around the den and the two downstairs that were probably fucking instead of fighting like they claimed they were going to do.

Szayel happily accepted the little female cub from Tesra and sat her on his lap. She mewed happily and rubbed against him, her damp fur making his yukuta wet and stick to his skin, but he didn�t mind. Hijastro walked over to them and handed him one of the bars to feed to the cub sitting in his lap. The triplets were not so great at hand eye co-ordination yet and, having just come out of a bath, the best way to make sure they didn�t get ice cream all over their freshly cleaned fur was to hold the bar for them. Ternero, lacking hands, was assisted by Tesra.

Most of the time the lack of hands didn�t bother the cub that much, but lately it was starting to get to Ternero. Unlike Cachorro and Hijastro, his body was not designed to walk on his back hooves. He couldn�t hold a pen to draw. He couldn�t climb up to the top levels of the Jungle Gym. Hell, he couldn�t even open doors that were fully closed. It was starting to depress the poor cub. It might be time to start working on getting them to seal their power and, hopefully, assume a more humanoid form.

�Are you feeling alright, Szayel-san?� Yuzu questioned, the oldest boy in her lap.

�I am perfectly fine,� he assured her.

She looked at him doubtfully, but didn�t press the issue. No doubt his eyes were a bit puffy from the earlier self pity sobbing he�d done. He was also pretty tired all the time now as well.

�Ichi-nii head downstairs with Grimmjow?� Karin questioned.

�Yes. He was getting restless and wanted to spar. For some reason he is not being drained.�

�They day Ichi-nii does something �the right way� is the day the universe ends,� Karin snorted.

�I am almost afraid to test that theory because I am rather in love with the universe right now,� he agreed.

With his power drained, and with Karin�s increase in abilities over the last five years, she was once again standing higher in the pack than he was. The only two lower were the two Omega�s. It would shift after the cubs were born of course, with him standing once more below the Alpha Pair where he belonged, but until than the only reason he wasn�t holding the place of Omega was because Yuzu and Tesra were both so naturally submissive.

The cubs finished their desert and they all returned to the large playroom so the cubs could play for half an hour to burn out the last of their excess energy before being sent to bed. He gathered up the girls to put them to bed while Tesra and Karin herded the boys. Yuzu started to gather the laundry from the cub�s bath, which included the girls swim suites.

Szayel closed the door behind him and set about tucking the girls together in their nest.

�Can you please read to us?� Hijastro begged, digging up one of the books Isshin had given her one Christmas.

Both girls gave him big, watery eyes, silently pleading for him to relent and read the book to them. Not even someone as bad assed as Grimmjow could have said no to twin pooling eyes like that.

�Alright, but only one book,� he relented.

Both girls let out identical mews of delight and his daughter started purring, a sound that only increased as he settled into the nest, accepted the book, and waited for the two cubs to curl contently on either side of him. Flipping the book open to the first page, he slowly started to read, pointing to each word as he spoke it and pausing sometimes to ask Hijastro which word it was he was pointing too. There was no reason why the two girls couldn�t learn and have fun at the same time.

It was a long day and he was getting rather sleepy. He could feel his eyes start to droop and even Hijastro was yawning widely now. The words began to blur and he blinked his eyes to try and clear them, but it didn�t seem to be working. He felt a sudden ringing of alarm. He was tired, but he shouldn�t be this exhausted. He tried to move, but found his body was too heavy. Now he began to panic. Something was wrong, this wasn�t right. Both girls were fully asleep now and Hijastro had stopped purring. He wanted to check on them and terror gripped him as he thought that they might be dead, that whatever was ailing him had killed the cubs and was about to kill him.

He saw a small section of the floor simply disappear to reveal a hole in the ground, but he didn�t have the ability to move, let alone cry out an alarm. He was far to drained to flare what little reiatsu he had in distress. He struggled against the poison flooding the room, but found himself completely immobilized.

Several people came up out of the hole in the floor, all of them wearing tight, white suits and gas masks attached to oxygen tanks. He watched helplessly through tear-filled eyes as the two cubs were removed from him and placed in small, mettle cages. He completely lost sight of them when someone kicked him harshly in the side, flipping him onto his stomach. He was fading quickly, but he held stubbornly to consciousness, even as he felt his assailants truss him up.

He completely lost all vision once he was blindfolded. He could feel them manhandling him down the hole. Everything was starting to feel like a dream. There was a startled sound of excited exclamation.

�This time, you will not escape me!�

Ichigo woke with a start when Cachorro slammed into him, followed by the other two cubs, all three of them crying in distress. Behind him, Grimmjow was already fully awake and racing out of the room. It took a moment for Cachorro�s words to make sense, mainly because the other two boys were meowing so loudly in distress while trying to burrow under him that he couldn�t hear his eldest over their caterwauling.

He felt Grimmjow�s reiatsu explode in fury and he quickly untangled himself from the nest, ordering the cubs to stay there while he rushed towards his mate, grabbing Zangetsu on the way. He didn�t have far to go, only a few feet away from the entrance of their den into the girls room, a room that was completely empty.

Tesra was just coming out of his own den, a distressed Ternero by his side. Despite his order to remain in the nest, his own three boys were already plastered to his legs. Of his daughters, there was no sign. Nor was there any sign of Szayel, who should have been racing in with the commotion that was going on.

From what he was able to make out of the cubs rambling, the two youngest boys had been planning to ambush their sisters this morning, only to find the den empty. A search of Szayel�s room, the only other spot they would have been hiding, turned up empty. The door was firmly shuttered from this side and there was no way for the girls to have snuck out and the scent in Szayel�s nest was old, indicating he hadn�t been there all night.

Ichigo could feel panic begin to overcome him. His daughters were missing. Simply gone with no trace.

�No time to panic, thank you idiot, think,� he ordered himself sternly.

Beside him, his mate also seemed to be fighting back panic and rage, and was doing a better job of it. Grimmjow was the first one who stopped shaking and stilled his body before sniffing the air and sending his reiatsu out.

�Shinigami,� he spat in a mixture of rage and distaste.

Cachorro detached himself from Ichigo�s leg and entered the room hesitantly, also sniffing around. The two youngest boys remained latched onto Ichigo�s legs.

�Here, it smells strongest here,� Cachorro reported as he sniffed along the floor.

Grimmjow joined their son, sniffing the air before suddenly bringing his foot down hard on the ground. The floor cracked and echoed, not a sound something solid should make. Two more kicks and the tunnel was revealed and the ground crumbled away.

�What�s going on?� Yyfordt questioned as he joined them.

The Arrancar was only spared his head because Ichigo managed to snag his mate by the arm before he could decapitate the one who was on guard duty, who should have prevented something like this from happening.

�He couldn�t have known. None of us noticed,� Ichigo said firmly.

Grimmjow glared at him challengingly, but Ichigo held the gaze. It was so hard to do because he himself wanted to blame Yylfordt for this. Right now he was almost willing to blame anyone, so long as it took an edge off of the pain and despair he was feeling.

�Tesra, Yylfordt, watch the cubs. Take them to my father and tell him what happened,� Ichigo ordered as firmly as he could, despite the fact his voice wanted to croak and break with emotion.

Neither one wisely said a word, and simply gathered the four remising cubs up before racing away, although it took a bit of work to pry his two youngest boys from his legs. Cachorro protested a bit, but was ignored. Without a word, Ichigo finally released the death grip he had on Grimmjow�s arm and followed him down the hole. It terminated into a sewer system almost fifty kilometres away. Not the best at tracking by either reiatsu or scent, Ichigo let Grimmjow take the lead. They were led around for a while before coming up to the surface in a park. The trail went cold from there. All traces of reiatsu vanished, as did the scent.

�The trail ends here,� Grimmjow snarled in angered frustration. �Fucking Shinigami,� he roared.

�Can we be certain it was them?� Ichigo demanded. He really didn�t want to believe it was.

�The reiatsu trail is definitely theirs. Even the scent screams fucking Shinigami It probably belongs to that bastard we let in yesterday,� Grimmjow snarled dangerously.

�No, I don�t think so,� Ichigo shook his head. �Jushiro-san would never bring anyone who could harm the cubs into the den, and it would have taken more than a day to tunnel that far,� Ichigo pointed out.

�Than it must be that fucked up freak that attacked the cubs last time,� his Mate growled.

That did have potential, and if it did turn out that Kurotsuchi has taken his cubs and one of their pack, well, this time a beating wasn�t going to be good enough. Normally he abhorred killing, but he was with his Mate on this one, especially if anyone had been harmed.

�The trail ends here for sure? They didn�t get into a vehicle or anything?�

�That might hide scent, but not reiatsu.�

He couldn�t argue with that. If Grimmjow said the trail ended here than the trail ended here.

�Does it feel like a gate opened here?� Ichigo questioned.

�I can�t tell something like that,� Grimmjow shook his head.

Ichigo could see every muscle of Grimmjow�s body was taunt and his hands were tightly fisted. It took him a moment to realize he was holding a similar position. Fire enraged blue met fire enraged golden. It was almost like looking into a soul mirror. Both of them, realizing how close they were to completely losing it, forced themselves to take a calming breath and release the death grip they had on the hilts of their respective Zanpakuto�s.

�If you say the trail ends here, than they probably did gate back to Soul Society. Come on. Kisuke can open a gate for us. Promise me one thing though Grimmjow,�

�What!� he snarled.

�There is a good chance that this was an unauthorized kidnapping. Please, keep your temper. I will not have you hurting my friends when they are probably going to be just as pissed as we are. We don�t want to make enemies out of everyone if they were not involved. The more help we have searching, the faster we will find them.�

�And if it was authorized?� Grimmjow questioned.

�Then Yama-ji, the 12th and Central 46 are going to need replacements after filling out missing person reports, because by the time we are done with them there will be nothing left to even be considered using as evidence,� Ichigo declared dangerously.

If you know where Szayel�s hollow hole is, than you probably got to admit how he died here totally makes sense. This past was actually planned for him for some time. Things were getting to lovey dovey in the den, need some chaos. GLORIOUS CHOAS!

Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews. Up over 900 now. Here�s hopping to break the 1000 barrier. I got to run, so I can�t chat for long even though there are probably come reviews that deserve answers. Have a good vacation Black Storm and hopefully you got to read this chapter before you go. Of course, considering how this leaves off on a cliff-hanger and the other ended nicely, maybe it would be best if you didn�t read it because now you might end up suffering for a month fretting over what happens next. Oops.
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