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Bullets and Blades	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sun was up again, which meant it was morning. He could smell frying bacon and sausage. Naka turned over on his back, raised his arms over his head and stretched his entire body before relaxing again. Today was going to be a special day. Uncle Shi was busy, too busy to come wake him up, so Naka would have a chance to get ready for breakfast all by himself. He slid out of bed and made his way towards his small dresser. Reaching in and grabbing a t-shirt and jeans, he then made his way to his bathroom with a small smile on his face.

Grimmjow watched Ichigo make breakfast in the kitchen. Abira was sitting next to him on the couch. The bold black swirling tattoos on his pecks were bare to the world and a pair of black sweatpants sat low on his hips. The Sexta frowned at the obvious knowledge that his brother had been care free enough to fuck Shiro last night. Pantera was napping again and Shiro sat on Abira's lap with his eyes closed. It seemed everyone had forgotten about the brat for the time being. He supposed they wanted to relax or let things settle in their heads, but weren't brats supposed to be awake already?
Kaien and the Rukia-bitch hadn't shown up yet. They knew better than to show their faces to Grimmjow anytime soon. Something smart would come out of their mouth and Grimmjow wasn't in the business of holding back anymore. Part of him even relished the very thought of getting in fight, fist or guns, with everyone in the room and then some. He smiled as pleasant tingles swept all over his body just beneath the skin at the images of destruction in his head.
The berry was as good as new when morning had come, the shit in the needle having done its promised job. Grimmjow was happy to see it, he never wanted to see Ichigo fucked up like that again, at least not personally. The orange head was setting the table now. Bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, cheesy eggs…he'd missed Ichigo's cooking. He didn't always cook Japanese style, the berry enjoyed all different cultural food and made it his duty to know how to cook in each and every one of them. Glasses of orange juice were poured and Shiro stood up and walked into the kitchen to clean up as if he'd been doing it forever.
Ichigo set down the cloth he was wiping his hands with and walked into the living room. Their gazes met.
"I'm going to go check on Naka." He murmured, brown eyes shifting away from his blue. Grimmjow shook his head, not yet wanting to let the berry out of his sight and not really having a real reason for it.
"I'm sure ya want to know about Starrk, and it'll be better without the brat here just yet, yeah?"
Ichigo looked startled, but quickly nodded, the thought of what could have happened to Starrk having weighed on his mind since Shiro had told him the bad news. His black jeans were tight on his legs and ass, and sat low on his hips. A tight long sleeve dark grey shirt hugged his torso. Grimmjow's eyes tracked every movement as he sat down across from him.
"So tell me."

Naka was in his bath, rubbing shampoo vigorously into his hair with his eyes closed. His small hands sometimes slipped and he was uncertain, but he'd seen his chichi and uncle do it enough times that he was certain that it would work. Heaving in a deep breath, the toddler ducked beneath the water, running his fingers over his hair to rinse it. He reached for the towel to wipe his face and then started with the shampoo again. Three minutes later, he was ducking under the water again. He pulled a strand down over his forehead so that he could see it and was satisfied. He took a small bucket, filled it with bath water and dumped over himself once he'd stood up. Shaking his head, Naka grabbed the towel again, wiping his face and then wrapping it around his body. Once he was gone back into his room to dress, the bath water had taken on a dull orange tinge.

"The wolves didn't die in the explosion did they?"
Grimmjow shook his head. Ichigo was all about innocents not getting harmed by things out of their control. Grimmjow was more of a 'things happen' mind set. Still, those wolves probably wouldn't mind dying with Starrk.
"I don't know, Ichi. I guess I'll have to go back once this is over and check for them."
Inside he silently cursed himself for slipping up and using Ichigo's nickname. Ichigo didn't seem to notice the slip up though. He just shook his orange hair and stood, calling for Naka to come and get his breakfast. Grimmjow heard a high soft answer yelled in return and stood himself, heading for the kitchen and the food on the table. Images of Starrk were running through his head as he absent-mindedly stared at Abirama's long, shimmering hair moving as he walked in front of him and sat next to Shiro at the table. He'd almost reached the table himself when he vaguely heard little footsteps and then a small body barreled into his legs. His shocked eyes met Ichigo's incredulous and a bit terrified ones. Except Ichigo wasn't looking directly at him, but at the boy clinging to his legs.
Grimmjow slowly looked down wondering what could be so wrong with the boy that Ichigo would look terrified. The boy's face was facing upwards and his eyes were closed. His face was scrunched up with his crying, tears streaking his face. Grimmjow froze entirely when his mind processed the fact that instead of orange, dark and light blue tufts were growing out of the boy's head for some strange reason. And when the boy opened his eyes, his heart stopped.
"Oh, Naka." He heard Shiro say sadly before everything went black.

Abirama was out of his seat faster than Shiro had ever seen him move, and managed to catch Grimmjow's unconscious body before he hit the floor. Naka was staring, wide-eyed, at Grimmjow's limp body and Ichigo was shivering and silently crying in his seat, eyes unfocused.
"Did I hurt Papa?" Naka asked with his head tilted to the side, looking at Ichigo.
Ichigo made a strange noise and then stood and ran down the hall into his room. Shiro heard the door slam and had no doubt that it would be locked. Abirama laid Grimmjow's body across his legs on the floor, and then looked up at Shiro.
"I would like to know what is going on."
Shiro sighed and settled himself down for an explanation.

"…so his body has a uterus and fallopian tubes and that's how he was able to get pregnant. Orihime was hanging around a lot around that time, so we used her as an excuse. Since she moved away with Uryu, no one has bothered much about it."
Grimmjow's head hurt, his whole body hurt like he'd had some kind of intestinal seizure. At least he'd woken up in time to get an explanation. He opened his eyes and just stared into Abirama's concerned golden eyes until things weren't so blurry anymore. He sighed and Abi helped him sit up.
"Are you alright?"
Grimmjow looked at his brother with death in his eyes.
"Hell no I'm not alright." He hissed. "Where the fuck is Ichigo?"
Shiro stood with him and grabbed his arm to keep him in place. Those strange eyes seemed even more menacing when they were full of fury and anger. Instead of feeling fear, Grimmjow wanted to the chance to go up against what those eyes promised. Seeing his expression, Shiro smiled, but it was quickly replaced with a serious expression.
"Don't give him a hard time about it, Sexta. You don't know how afraid he was, and what he gave up to let you even touch him." He let go of Grimmjow's arm. "He's in his room. Go make up, and then come back out here and say a proper hello to your son."
With the sensation of being somewhere else, Grimmjow walked down the hall towards Ichigo's bedroom.
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