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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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Predator and Prey

Pride was an emotion Grimmjow was all too familiar with. He felt it almost every day of his life. What made the pride he was feeling today different than normal was because the pride was not for himself, but rather for the three cubs practically vibrating with excitement while Ichigo explained the course and objective.

Somewhere in that maze of ladders, tubes, little houses, and a dozen other little toys Kisuke had built into it, and the walls they had added to it for this occasion, was their target. They were not told who their target was and were given only the faint trace of some of their target�s blood on a cloth to follow. Szayel had extracted the blood with a needle so their target wasn�t actually harmed in anyway.

There were two other decoy targets in there and Ichigo and himself were going to be acting as additional predators, stalking the cubs and making sure they remembered to watch their own backs while hunting. He could have easily caught and cornered all three cubs himself, but he was going to seriously down play his own skills to give them a chance, as would Ichigo. The rest of their family, Grimmjow couldn�t honestly think of them as anything else anymore, not after so long, sat on the sidelines with wide grins of excitement.

Yuzu was sitting next to Tesra with the female triplet settled comfortably in her lap. They were apparently involved in a conversation that seemed to be about recipes at the moment. The human teenager and Arrancar seemed completely at ease and were, ever so shyly, letting their fingers brush as they stroked his daughter�s fur. Those two would probably mate shortly after Yuzu finished school as the fair haired twins dream was to basically be a house wife with a devoted husband, something Grimmjow knew Tesra had in more spades than any person could possibly need. Once Yuzu had earned his trust and loyalty, she had it for the rest of her life, that�s just the way Tesra was.

Yuzu was also as different from Nnoitra as one could get. Male/female, aggressive asshole/mild and polite, tall/short, black hair/blond hair, hollow/human, and the list went on. There was absolutely nothing about Yuzu to remind Tesra of Nnoitra and the pain of losing the Espada he had worshiped. Nor was there anything about Yuzu to remind him of Kurotsuchi and the time he had spent as the freaky bastards test subject. Ternero also loved Yuzu as much as she loved him so there was no worry in that area and she was all too willing to accept the boy as her own. Yuzu was going to be a great mother and he could already see those two having more cubs than he and Ichigo did in half the time.

Szayel was holding the middle male triplet, a small smile on his own face as he watched his daughter intently take in the instructions she was receiving. He was rather weak right now with his own laying getting closer, but there was just as much pride in those eyes and on that face as Grimmjow was sure was on his own.

Yylfordt and Karin were sitting side by side with Karin leaning comfortably against Yylfordt and the last triplet spread across their legs, sighing in content as two sets of hands stroked his fur. It seemed like Yylfordt was explaining to her about the passage of right and she was listening intently, nodding her head occasionally. If they ever did mate her own child would go through it as well, and Grimmjow had no doubt those two would when she was older and ready. Grimmjow was surprised how much he was actually looking forward to that day, if only to see Ichigo freak out as much as to see more cubs and his old companion truly settle down. After everything he had gone through, Yylfordt deserved a break and a mate as strong willed as Karin was. She might not be as powerful as some of the other options, but she definitely had the blood lines to produce strong offspring and the attitude to raise them.

Isshin had a large grin plastered on his face and was trying vainly to wave three flags, one for each child, while prancing about behind everyone else like a crazed soccer fan. Although, Grimmjow did catch the odd tightening of his lips when his eyes drifted towards his two daughters and their increasingly significant others, but at least the old coot didn�t try to intervene, at least, not yet.

Harribel and her original pack were on patrol, making sure nothing interrupted this while Nel�s fraccion were watching over Nel and Yukina in Harribel�s room. Nel had wanted to be here, but they had convinced her to stay with Yukina so that the poor girl wouldn�t be all alone. Nel had consented after that.

It looked like the cubs were done getting their instructions and were now limbering up while discussing their tactics. It was just about time to start the game. Ichigo tossed him a small smile before nodding his head and disappearing into the large maze. Grimmjow did the same, finding a spot and settling down. The cubs target was in a set location for now, but there were decoys. Bands of the targets blood had been placed on both the two decoy target and on a dozen little hollow lizards that Szayel had attached a tracking collar to so they could catch them afterwards. There was a bonus lizard, the very one Grimmjow had captures years ago, who had a gold band around its neck and no blood tainted cloth. If they managed to find him they were guaranteed a large bowl of their favourite ice cream for dessert for an entire week.

The sound of a whistle blew, indicating the cubs could start their trial. He may have been unable to see them, but he easily tracked them with his nose and reiatsu. He could even hear the soft buzz of Hijastro�s wings as she took to the air. He gave them a few minutes to get into the maze and engaged with their task before he started to hunt them. He didn�t move with all of the stealth he was capable of, that would have been unfair. Even his reiatsu was not as tightly controlled as it could have been.

He had a pre set route he was suppose to patrol, so he stalked down it at a leisurely rate. It had been a long time since he had hunted on all fours, but the size of the equipment made it necessary in several places, especially where the tubes ran. It also made him a smaller target and harder to find.

The one who was practically radiating his location was Ichigo. Even to this day his mate had little control over his reiatsu and was lit up like a New Years celebration. He felt his skin flush at the feeling of his mates powerful, wild reiatsu, his mind dancing back to the feeling of that power brushing against him as they mated. He had to give his head a shake to get it out of the gutter and to tell his libido it could take a cold shower. This time was for his son, for the cubs. He could shag Ichigo afterwards, maybe even in the shower.

He felt and smelt the cubs approaching his position and continued on his patrol. He felt them freeze, having clearly detected him. He had to hold back his smirk of satisfaction, to not let his muscles bunch up and ready himself for an attack.

�What are you going to Cachorro? Will you attack me? Will you let me pass and slip by behind me?� he questioned himself while continuing on his route, growing ever closer to where the cubs were hiding.

He passed their location, pausing briefly to sniff the air, basically letting the cubs knew he had detected them. He felt their reiatsu actually conceal a bit better and once more had to hold back a smirk of satisfaction before continuing on his patrol. The cubs had let him pass and he felt them dart across his route after he turned the corner. He reached the end of his route and turned about, returning the way he�d come.

A weight hit his back, taking him completely by surprise as Hijastro landed on him from behind. He barely had time to register she was there before he felt Ternero�s weight join hers in keeping him pinned. In a flash of grey, Cachorro had his teeth around the red band on his arm and pulled it away.

�Gotcha Mapa,� Cachorro cheered happily, although not too loudly so as to give away their positions to others.

The cubs had doubled back on their path until their scent and reiatsu had littered the area. Because he had detected them going pass him after turning the corner and continuing his route, he had disregarded the lingering scents and had ceased tracking them since they should have completed his part of the challenge. He never suspected the brats would dare to actually set an ambush for him. He felt his chest fill out with pride at the well executed ambush, as well as a fair amount of annoyance at himself for letting his guard down and falling for it.

He let out a soft chuckle and easily got back to all fours with Hijastro and Ternero draped over his back, although Ternero�s hooves were almost to the ground. Hijastro shuffled a bit more on his back to make herself more comfortably and he could feel her chest vibrate against his back as the sound of her pleased purring reached his ears. She was rightfully please with herself.

�Good work brats,� he complimented with a smile. �But you�re not done yet,� he reminded them.

He crouched down a bit until Ternero�s hooves were on the ground and the calf like Arrancar stumbled away. Hijastro simply fluttered off of his back to land next to Cachorro.

�We won�t forget,� Hijastro promised him.

He let himself fall back to the ground, making dramatic death noises before going still. The cubs giggled before darting away. He remained prone for a moment before finally sitting up and giving his head a shake. The cubs had gotten him good and he was damn proud of them for it.

He stood up and stretched a bit before abandoning his patrol and leaping higher up on the jungle gym so he could have a better view of the course. Hijastro was the easiest to spot as she was flying surveillance from the air, but even she darted in and out of his sight as she flew between bits of cover. He watched them as they moved in on the flash of red that belonged to one of the two decoy targets.

He smirked as the cubs worked their way around the target, not engaging and doing their best to give the decoy, in this case Renji, a wide birth. He couldn�t help but to smirk, pleased that they hadn�t fallen for the decoy and continued on. He left his position in the air and landed next to the Shinigami they had shanghaied into helping them run this.

�Didn�t fall for it, did they?� Renji asked with a smirk.

�Nope,� he agreed easily.

�I didn�t think they would. That son of yours has one sharp nose,� he chuckled.

They heard the cubs engage a new target, judging by the reiatsu it was Ichigo. He chuckled and leisurely made his way towards his family, not wanting to interrupt the training in progress. Renji followed beside him. There was no point in him remaining in the �den� he�d been assigned since the cubs had already pinned him as a decoy. The other decoy was Rukia and she was quite a ways away. With the path the cubs were taking it was unlikely that they would come across her.

He�d been hesitant to let the two Shinigami participate, but they were old friends of Ichigo and the cubs were very comfortably with them, even Ternero. Besides, this way the rest of the family could watch and cheer, and he could hear them cheering, especially the girls.

It sounded like Ichigo was given their cubs a run for their fur because the commotion was still going on. In fact, he and Renji paused at the last bend so they wouldn�t accidentally interfere with the training.

�MAPA!� Cachorro came flying around the corner crying in alarm. �Come quick! Something is wrong with Papa.�

Message delivered, Cachorro raced back around the corner. Grimmjow and Renji quickly rounded the last corner behind the frantic cub to see Ichigo laying on his side, his body trembling and his clothes soaked to him from the sheer amount of sweat that was pouring out of him. His reiatsu was fluttering weakly and he was panting heavily.

�Ichigo!� Both men cried out as they raced to his side.

Grimmjow fell to his knees beside his mate, worry pulling at him as Ichigo panted heavily, his eyes glazed over in pain and almost unseeing. His skin was so pale he almost appeared as white as H�tsu did. Renji, for his part, gathered up Ternero and was holding the worried cub tight as he trembled. Hijastro was gone, but returned shortly with a very concerned Szayel by her side.

�What�s going on?� Szayel demanded, joining him by Ichigo�s side as their Alpha panted in agony.

�Papa was training with us when he suddenly clutched his stomach and started panting,� Cachorro answered, worry in his voice.

�Ichigo, can you hear me? Ichigo?� Szayel called. �Tell me what�s wrong, what hurts and where?�

Ichigo didn�t answer, simply curled up in a tight ball while continuing to pour sweat out of his body and pant while letting out soft cries of pains interspaced with pathetic whimpers. Ichigo was not someone who was unfamiliar with pain and Grimmjow could count on one hand the number of times Ichigo had ever let out anything resembling cries and whimpers of pain.

�Good damn it what�s wrong with him Szayel?� Grimmjow growled, feeling panic well up in his own chest as he stared helplessly at his mate. �Did that freak face get to him or something? Some sort of delayed infection?�

Szayel grabbed Ichigo�s hand and licked some of the sweat off of Ichigo�s wrist, tasting it and rolling the flavour about before shaking his head.

�I don�t think so, he taste fine and while his reiatsu is distressed, it doesn�t seem to be from an outside cause. Renji, get the cubs to the others and get Isshin up here,� he ordered.

For a second it looked like Renji was going to argue, but he took one look at Ichigo and quickly gathered up the protesting cubs.

�No, I want to stay with Papa,� Cachorro hissed, ducking behind Grimmjow and avoiding Renji�s arms.

�Me too,� Hijastro agreed.

�Come on kids, you are only going to get in the way and they need room to work,� Renji wheedled.

That caused Hijastro to deflate, and without further argument she flew off to find her uncle. Renji turned his attention to Cachorro, who was glaring at him with his hackles up and his fangs bared, just daring the red head to try and remove him from his father�s side. Any other time Grimmjow would have been exceptionally proud of his son, but right now Renji was right, the less spectators the better.

�Cachorro, go with Renji,� he ordered his son.

If things did get bad he definitely didn�t want his son to see it. Ichigo was clearly not getting any better, if anything he was getting worse and it was all he could do to keep his own panic reasonable. He couldn�t imagine losing Ichigo now, not after everything, not after having four cubs with him and making a truly powerful pack. If he lost Ichigo he would also lose his place as Alpha, that role would fall upon Harribel as she was the strongest. While he didn�t mind Harribel that much, and reluctantly admit she would be a good Alpha, the very thought of losing Ichigo made him ill.

�No, I want to stay with Papa. I won�t get in the way,� Cachorro promised, leaping away from his grasping finger to land on top of one of the little houses. �I will stay right here, I promise.�

�Leave him be,� Isshin ordered, arriving on the scene. �Renji why don�t you let Rukia and Jushiro know what is going on and see if one of them can�t get Unohana,� he ordered.

�Alright,� Renji agreed reluctantly, taking Ternero with him as he left the scene.

It was exceptionally hard to do, but Grimmjow moved away form Ichigo to give Isshin room to sit beside his son.

�Prognoses?� Isshin asked.

�I don�t know. It looks like his stomach is bothering him and his reiatsu is destabilized. He�s losing a lot of water. We should get him to the medical ward and an IV in him before he losses too much more fluid,� Szayel suggested.

Isshin listened while checking his son over, checking his eyes and pulse and a dozen other things the medics seemed to look for. Grimmjow didn�t care what they did, just so long as they fixed whatever was wrong with Ichigo. He hadn�t felt this helpless since the search for their missing daughter had led them nowhere. Actually, at least he had been able to do something about that, even if all of their searching had been fruitless at least they had been doing something. This� there was nothing he could do about this but watch and hope the other two knew what the hell they were doing.

�Yeah, let�s get him to the medical ward. Grimmjow,� Isshin looked at him.

He didn�t need any further prompting than that. He scooped his trembling mate up, shocked at how hot Ichigo seemed to be and how much the body being held against his was trembling. It almost seemed like Ichigo was in the midst of having one giant seizure and his whimpers increased.

He leaped up into the air and launched himself into a Sonido the moment he was clear of the any obstacles from the giant jungle gym. Isshin was right beside him carrying Szayel, who was incapable of using Sonido right now thanks to his own pregnancy. There was no time for weakling jokes, this situation was all too serious.

�Ichigo, what hurts? What�s wrong? You got to tell me,� Grimmjow pleaded over and over again as they raced through the corridors.

�Sta� stomach,� Ichigo managed to stuttered out. �Here,� his mate rubbed at his stomach before trying to curl up again and letting out a whimper of pain.

�What did he say?� Isshin demanded.

�That his stomach hurts,� Grimmjow answered.

They reached the medical ward and raced Ichigo over to a bed. It was almost harder to set his mate down on the bed than it had been to hold still and not interfere when Cachorro had hatched. He did manage to get Ichigo on the bed, but he kept one hand captured in his and tried not to think about how weak Ichigo�s grip was nor how wet it was.

Szayel and Isshin set about getting Ichigo hooked up to monitors and getting an IV into him with a quick efficiency that only the truly professional had, even if looks of extreme worry were on both men�s faces, especially Isshin�s.

�Ichigo, I need to you speak to me. I know it hurts, but you have to tell us what is wrong,� Isshin spoke up, resting a hand on his son�s forehead.

�Stomach�. hurts�.� he muttered. �Like�. pushing�.�

�The egg!� Szayel suddenly gasped. �Ichigo, do you think you might be in labour?� Szayel quested urgently.

Either the pain was really bad or Ichigo was thinking, either way it took almost half of a very painfully long minute before Ichigo suddenly nodded his head.

�Grimmjow, strip him down while I grab the machine,� Szayel ordered.

It was far too easy to get his hand back from Ichigo, and damn near impossible to get the clothes off. They were caked to his mate�s body from the sheer amount of sweet, not to mention it was almost impossible to get Ichigo to uncurl enough to get the shirt off. He ended up tearing the shirt in the end to get it past the IV line and wires Ichigo was hooked up to that monitored his vital signs. Isshin handed him a bowl of cold water and a cloth and he started to wipe the sweet off of Ichigo�s body.

He had never seen Ichigo so weak, not even after having his soul torn into three, and yet here Ichigo was, whimpering and curled up in a ball of pain, seemingly oblivious to everything going on around him. It was, perhaps, the most unpleasant thing Grimmjow had ever seen.

�And to think there was a time I would have taken an extreme amount of enjoyment seeing him like this,� he couldn�t help but to think. �Now, though I would NEVER admit it to anyone, I am terrified I might lose him. Ichigo you idiot, you didn�t have to do this. So like you, jumping in without thinking of the consequences or even pausing to ask anyone around you if they even wanted you to do something,� he thought with a mixture of fondness and exasperation.

Ichigo let out a loud cry of pain and curled up some more, making it impossible for Szayel or Isshin to get to his stomach so they could see what was going on. The smell of blood started to taint the air and any fondness Grimmjow might have been feeling instantly disappeared under a font of pure panic as blood started to run down Ichigo�s stomach.

�Damn it!� Isshin cursed, grabbing the nearest cloth to try and help stem the flow, but not having much luck getting Ichigo to uncurl enough for him to get the cloth to where the teen was starting to bleed. �Help me here!� he ordered sharply.

Grimmjow and Isshin pried Ichigo apart, the screams of his mate ringing painfully in his ears and heart as the two men held Ichigo spread eagle far too easily while Szayel rushed in and started putting pressure on the blood that was starting to flow far more quickly from Ichigo�s stomach as the seconds ticked by.

�Gentlemen, if I may be of some assistance,� a calm voice flowed about the room.

All eyes but Ichigo�s darted towards Unohana as she walked calmly and serenely up to the bed, brining with her a wake of calmness. Without showing the least amount of concern, she pulled a glove on her hand and grabbed Ichigo by the hair, before ripping his soul out of his body and setting him on the floor.

Ichigo�s screams died down and he panted heavily. There was a hole in his stomach and seconds later the egg popped out without a problem. The three, previously panicking males simply stared in astonishment while Ichigo panted desperately for breath on the floor and was trembling.

�Uhhhh. I should of thought of that,� Szayel admitted sheepishly.

�Yeah, me too,� Isshin agreed stupidly.

Grimmjow let go of the now limp body and damn near used Sonido to travel the half a step to Ichigo�s side. Ichigo was looking infinitely better now that he was out of his body and was curled up around the egg. His trembling finally stopped and he regained his breath rather quickly.

�Thank you , Unohana-san,� Ichigo finally managed to get out while Isshin and Szayel dealt with his, now completely still, body.

�You are quite welcome, Ichigo-kun. Grimmjow, might I suggest you take your mate and egg to your den. Ichigo can stay out of his body for a bit while we tend to it,� Unohana suggested.

He didn�t need any telling twice and scooped up the slowly recovering hybrid with their egg and retreated back to their den, passing a very worried Rukia and Orihime as he did so and directing them to where Ichigo�s body was so the young woman could heal it.

Ichigo was asleep by the time he tucked everyone into their nest. Despite his own exhaustion now that the adrenaline had run out and the danger had passed, he found himself incapable of falling asleep and simply lay there awake, gazing down at a slightly pale Ichigo and the large egg he was curled around, the first offspring he had sired.

�I wonder�.. how many times did Ichigo do this exact same thing with me?�

Well, a large number of you certainly came out of the woodworks. It�s nice to know people are actually reading this here. I have no idea how long it will be before the next chapter as I just finished writing this one. You can usually tell which chapters are not pre written ahead of time because the quality tends to be lower than other chapters.

Next Chapter: No clue, haven�t even thought of it yet.

This Weeks Question: If you could own an exotic pet, or pets, what would it, or they, be? I personally would love one of those tame foxes I read about. I would also love to have a large, glass/caged room with tropical trees and two ponds connected by a stream with a bridge going over the stream. I would keep Koi in the ponds and a large selection of exotic birds in the room. Of course, if I could afford that, than I could afford someone to clean it for me too, lol, just think of all the moulted feathers that would end up in the pond. I would also love a big ass aquarium, like wall size, full of exotic fish. My little 33gallon seems so small��
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