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Chapter 8- Azure Moon Blues

Sandwiched between a wall and a large snoozing demon disguised as a fat businessman, Ichigo frowned in disgruntlement as she and Grimmjow waited in the processing office to be called up. Even with having Kisuke as her tutor to vouch for their applications, they had been stuck for almost thirty minutes in the waiting room. And even though it was still morning, it was already crowded and Ichigo was luckily or rather unluckily found a seat. "This sucks...." she grumbled, huddling close to the wall to avoid the fat demon.

"It could've been worse, you could be sitting next to a centaur with a gas problem," Grimmjow grumbled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Gross...." Ichigo looked around, unable to see the green-striped hat among the demons bumbling around, and sighed deeply. Her mentor hadn't been seen since coming here, and she found that irritating. Grimmjow seemed to be thinking the same thing when she looked at him, as he huffed out of annoyance. ".... Have it ever been this crowded when you first did this with Mom, Grimmjow?" she asked.

"Tch.... It was a bit more rowdy than today, mostly because the hunters were getting used to using computers to cover the data of the demons becoming 'civilized'," he grumbled. "You know the ones, those big clunky ones that took up an entire desk....? And they had those square disks to save said data--"

"You mean floppy disks? I know what those are," she smiled a little. "I can't believe you don't know the actual name for it, Grimmjow...."

"You're talking to the guy who's still not used to television, let alone most of the human technologies," he frowned. Ichigo looked at him in slight confusion, but then remembered the mention of him living in the woods for most of his life.

"You know how to use the cell phone," she replied but Grimmjow simply clicked his tongue.

"The touchscreen is a lot different than the key buttons, and the instructions sure as hell don't work for me," he frowned before glancing down at her. "But then again.... the TV is actually my favorite technology since I was first taken in, kid."

"Hm? How so....?"

".... Your mother gave me a TV to watch and, I'll tell you, it freaked the living fuck outta me," he smirked a little. "Initially, I thought little humans were controlling the device plus it sounded so loud to my ears even at low volume. And Masaki actually found that funny of how I reacted to it, but soon I took a liking to it. Most of the time I usually watched soccer and the local news."

"Huh...." Thinking about it, Ichigo remembered playing ball with the cat demon as a little kid, now that he used to watch the popular sport. Looking back at Grimmjow, she also remembered what she wanted to ask earlier on the train ride here. "Hey, Grimmjow...."

"Hm?"

"Um.... about your childhood...." she muttered sheepishly, noticing the slight annoyance look on Grimmjow's face at the mention of it. "I mean, well.... before everything that had happened.... What was it like?" she asked. Grimmjow's expression lessened a little by the innocent question but he looked down as he let out a deep sigh.

".... For the most part, it was great...." he mumbled. "Even though my mother was considered 'number one' in the geisha house, I pretty much treated it like a playground. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even all bad.... aside from the bakeneko workers, plenty of women there were also tanuki who often didn't mind of my bizarre heritage and play with me."

"Tanuki? Those racoon dog demons that like to play pranks, rights?" she asked.

"That's how I got in trouble countless times with the workers," he smirked a little. "I remembered one time when I planted a big-ass spider inside a kimono of one worker who called me a stupid hafuu.... But as usual, my mother had always shielded me from her sisters' hatred of me, that I was a result of a foreigner visiting and establishing a relationship with her...." His story sounded enthusiastic at first, but his tone went bitter at the mention of this unknown man as Ichigo realized it.

".... Sorry, Grimmjow," she muttered, and the cat demon's eyes turned to her with genuine surprise.

"What do you mean....?"

"Ah, I shouldn't have brought it up. Your childhood, I mean--"

"You've never asked about it before, but I don't mind about you being so curious about it now," he muttered with a understanding nod.

"Thinking about it, I've never thought about you anything more than a cat demon," said Ichigo. "I always thought of you as special like Mom had always said." Curiosity was expressed on Grimmjow's face before he smirked again with an amused huff.

"Whatever, kid...." he sighed, just before something caugh his eyes. "About damn time...." he frowned. Ichigo glanced up to look at the direction he was staring, but it was hard to tell with so much people around. "Come on, kid."

"Oh, okay," nodded Ichigo as she got out of the tight seat and followed after Grimmjow who walking ahead. Sure enough, she could see Kisuke's dorky hat nearby as she noticed her mentor talking to a middle-aged woman with a long black braid and wearing a lab coat. This was probably what Grimmjow meant about taking tests.

"Ah....! There they are!" Kisuke smiled the moment they came up to him. "Grimmjow, I'm sure you remember Miss Retsu Unohana, right?" he asked the cat demon, who nodded.

"She hadn't changed much for a human," he commented and Retsu smiled softly.

"The same as you, Grimmjow," she smiled before turning to Ichigo. "And this is Masaki's eldest daughter, I suppose....? It's Ichigo, isn't it?" she asked as she held out her hand.

"Y-yeah, that's me," nodded Ichigo with a slightly nervous smile as she took it for a brief handshake.

"There's no need to worry. Only Grimmjow has to deal with the complex part of the application, though you might have to wait for him to finish for the time being," explained the woman.

"I don't mind at all...."

"I do," frowned Grimmjow. "Do I really need to take the tests all over again? You hunters already got my data years ago."

"With each new year comes new technology us hunters have to use to update said data," nodded Retsu. "And it should be a good thing too, since your data has been already outdated by well over a decade from what we discovered."

"Tch...." grumbled Grimmjow, his instincts were flaring up in agitation but suppressed it down as he simply glared away. "Let's get this over it, please?"

"Well, since you asked nicely.... Shall we?" smiled Kisuke.

"Of course, right this way," Retsu nodded as she moved to an authorized door nearby and opened it. Feeling rather curious but excited, Ichigo followed right after her. Grimmjow was about to step forward as well, but was suddenly halted by Kisuke whose demeanor quickly became serious.

"What is it now?" huffed Grimmjow.

".... You know what I'm about to say, Grimmjow," he muttered. "Now that Ichigo's almost of age, I mean...." Narrowing his sharp cyan eyes, Grimmjow could only frown at him.

"Why do I need to do that specific test anyway....? You already know what I'm capable of," he frowned.

"That's much is true.... but you're forgetting that you're a mixed-breed demon, Grimmjow," he pointed out. "Even hybrid animals are incapable of siring offsprings of their own. We just need to take special precautions if Masaki's contract were to go through." At the mention of it, the blue-haired demon relaxed his hostility for a fraction but frowned just the same.

"I can't even remember the last time I've fucked a female...." he growled under his breath before looking back at the veteran hunter. "If I do pass that test, then what....? I didn't even have any sexual tensions around Masaki when we first became partners. And-- this is her own daughter we're talking about, Kisuke."

"Trust me, I understand your concern," he nodded as he and Grimmjow passed through the authorized entrance. Grimmjow remembered the layout of this area like it was yesterday, not to mention the clean sterile smell as if he was in the hospital. He already saw Retsu telling Ichigo to go to the right at the end of the hallway and the teen nodded before going to the direction.

"There you are.... Shall we start, Grimmjow?" smiled Retsu.

".... Yeah, we should do this," Grimmjow sighed deeply. The woman smiled lightly before turning to the left, and the cat demon followed after her. He wondered how he would deal with that one specific test.

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Over an hour in, Ichigo was back in the waiting room, sulking a little as the crowded area had already filled up the available seats. Soon after filing a several-paged document with Kisuke's help, her mentor had left her to accompany Grimmjow and she was back here, crouching against the wall to relieve the aches in her feet. Glancing around, she saw a variety of demons based on different species and class ranks with very few humans around. As a matter of fact, she looked up and surprisingly saw a human woman that was visibly pregnant under her maxi dress coming in.

She looked again, noticing a man in casual slacks holding her hand and walking by her side. But this man.... she could tell that he was a demon under his handsome disguise, possibly a Class-B type by the sense of his supernatural powers. She couldn't help but watch the unusual couple walking by the rows of seats before a stranger got up and offered the thankful pregnant woman a seat.

Looking back down on her lap, she frowned. She had completely forgotten about the revelation of the contract she had found in Kisuke's closet. When she thought about it, she had never come across anyone that was part demon in her entire life. And with the contract saying that she must Grimmjow's children.... she wondered about that. How would these unknown children look like? Grimmjow was a mixed-breed himself with his werecat genes being dominant, it would be hard to tell what could happen. Maybe these offsprings would take his genes and become some kind of cat-like beings with human qualities. Something that she doesn't want to think about anymore.

".... Hey! What's wrong, is your stomach hurting you or something?"

"Huh?" Ichigo looked up to see a little girl peering so close to her face and flinched in surprise. "Goodness! You scared the shi-- I mean, you scared me....!" she gasped. The girl, with bubblegum pink hair framed around her face, simply pouted as her wide brown eyes scrutinized her with curiosity.

"I thought your stomach was hurting. That's why I thought you were sitting here," she mumbled innocently.

"No, no.... it's crowded in here so I'm just sitting on the floor," Ichigo sighed.

"Oh, that makes sense now!" she piped up with a happy grin. Ichigo smiled back a little before she realized that this little girl, who couldn't be no more than five, was a human, sensing that she didn't have a demonic aura. She was surprised to say the least, and she wondered why a human girl was doing here.

"Excuse me, little girl.... where are your parents? Are they hunters or do they work here?" she asked.

".... I don't have any parents. They dumped me in the garbages when I was a baby," she said it so simply, but Ichigo was shocked at her answer. But she shook off her initial reaction as she sighed.

"Then.... why are you here? It's kinda dangerous for you to walk around without adult supervision," she said. At that, the little girl grinned and nodded eagerly.

"I know that! It's just that Kenny's taking too long to come back from the bathroom!" she smiled, and Ichigo chuckled a little.

"Kenny? Is he your adoptive father?" she asked.

"No, he's not my daddy! He's Kenny!" the girl exclaimed just before she stiffened. "Oh....! He's back! He's back!" she piped up excitedly, completely turning around and bolting off. Ichigo blinked in surprise and stood up, only to be shocked at the sight of what looked like an actual giant among the crowd. This man, who was really large, had a snarling expression fixed right on his face, which was adorned with a long scar over his left eye and a patch over his right as he glared around. His spikey black hair shook with his lumbering movements, and from what Ichigo could see, he had a long sheathed sword strapped to his trenchcoat-clad back when he turned around.

"Kenny, I'm right here....!" squeaked up the little girl when she ran up to the giant man. 'Kenny' glared right down at her and growled, but then huffed in what sounded like relief.

"Where did you run off to, Yachiru....?" he growled.

"I was talking to that lady over there! She wanted to know where my parents are because I was alone--" Yachiru explained rapidly, but the giant simply huffed before catching eyes with Ichigo who felt instantly nervous.

"Uh, hey there...." she smiled a bit. "She's.... your adopted daughter, am I correct?"

"Hmph, I found her when she was a little brat and was stuck with her ever since," grunted the man as he walked up to her with heavy steps. Ichigo felt a little more anxious by his looming presence, but it was his presence that suddenly caught her off guard. This man.... he seemed to be a demon by what she was sensing. And yet at the same time, he wasn't a complete demon....

"Ah, okay...." she nodded. "So.... what do you do, um...."

"Kenpachi Zaraki," he answered bluntly. "And judging by the sword on my back, I'm a demon hunter. And what makes you? A girl young as you a hunter as well?"

"Um, I'm applying as one, but I'm waiting for my partner to finish his tests," she replied.

"Tch, is that right....?"

"Kenny, those tests are for the demons, right? How come you've never taken one?" asked Yachiru.

"I've already done it last year, brat," growled Kenpachi, his good eye glaring down at the little girl.

"I forgot!" she smiled much too eagerly.

"A demon hunter.... who is a demon?" frowned Ichigo.

"Half-demon, girl," he answered her. "Part oni on my mother's side. My human father was a very brave man to deal with her."

"Oh...." That explained why this man was so gigantic, considering that he was practically part orge.

"Ichigo....? There you are," Retsu spoke softly when she suddenly walked up to her. "Grimmjow's tests will end very shortly, I'm here to inform you on it."

"Really? Thank you," smiled Ichigo.

"Miss Retsu, here I am....!" Yachiru greeted as she rushed up to hug the woman's leg.

"Oh, hello there, Yachiru," Retsu smiled softly before noticing Kencpachi. "You're back from your assignment, Kenpachi? How did it go?"

"Tore down half a shop by accident, but that fucker--"

"Language," she calmly corrected him and the half-demon growled.

"That troublemaking demon got away at first. But one of his legs got chopped off so I caught him soon afterwards. Happy now?" he grunted.

"You didn't need to harm the suspect, Kenpachi," sighed Retsu.

"It's the same as those human police catching criminals, it's just that they don't use swords," he growled before turning away. "Come on, Yachiru, we're going home...."

"Okay....!" The little girl bounced after him, before climbing onto his back with ease and settled over his shoulder as he heavily walked away. "We'll see you at home, Miss Retsu!"

"Take care, Yachiru...." Retsu smiled softly, waving them good-bye. Ichigo stood there in slight confusion, wondering about the conversation between two completely different people. ".... I take it that you've never seen a half-demon before, right?" she asked her, and the teen blinked at that.

"Well, I haven't ventured out much to meet one back in Karakura Town," she sighed. Retsu merely nodded as she looked around.

"It's pretty common around in large cities, humans and demons coupling and producing special kinds of children," she said. "Usually, it's between a human female and a male demon. But Kenpachi is actually a special case."

"Really? How so....?" asked Ichigo.

"Female demons, like the females in the animal kingdom, usually prefer a stronger male to be protected as well securing their bloodline. They don't really want a human male since they're essentially weaker, therefore there would be a great chance of having weaker half-demon children genetic-wise."

Ichigo was a bit perplexed over her explanations but she understood some of it it. "So.... weaker males would have weaker children, right?" she nodded.

"It's more complicated than that. Sexual dimorphism applies in the demon world, and so demonesses are actually weaker compared to their male counterparts," she replied. "Again, that's why Kenpachi's a special case since he's half oni of his maternal side. And yet, he's about as strong as any pure-blooded oni if not stronger."

"Geez, that explains why his presence was alarming to me," nodded Ichigo but Retsu laughed softly.

"Despite his outward attitude, he's a very good man and a decent father figure to Yachiru," she smiled. "After all, he named her Yachiru after me when he found her, that's my middle name...." Ichigo was surprised at that fact as she looked wide-eyed at her. So they really were together like that. "That's what I love about Yachiru.... she's really a regular human, with no noble bloodline or powers capable of being an actual hunter. And yet, she used to seeing the supernatural as if it was normal to her."

"Then.... what about when she grows up? Can she at least try to become a hunter?" she asked quietly.

".... Well, the least she can do is to work at the low-risk assignments if she chooses to," the woman agreed with a nod. "But I'm glad that you voice your concerns, Ichigo. Kenpachi'd rather her to get into dangerous adventures than just coddle her. And I don't really mind just the same, since I'm also an experienced hunter aside from being a researcher as well as a doctor. As a matter of fact, I am, or was, your father's colleage. It's Isshin Shiba, am I right?"

"Yeah, that's my dad," she nodded. Retsu, despite of her warm-hearted personality, gave her an unusually critical gaze before nodded back.

"Well, he is a great man.... he and Masaki Kurosaki were lucky to be together," she sighed but smiled at the teen. "Good luck, Ichigo. you'll become a great hunter as they were."

"Right. Thank you so much, Miss Retsu," Ichigo smiled lightly.

"I must get back to work.... I'll talk to you later," she nodded as she walked away. Ichigo watched her moving to the pregnant woman and conversed quietly with her while touching the growing stomach. She wondered if a pregnancy with a demon was any different than a human one. But she won't know for sure until either Grimmjow or Kisuke or her father finally brings it up. And she wasn't sure herself how long she could keep the secret as well for the time being.

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If Grimmjow could lash out at the assistants that kept prodding and poking and pushing him around with each and every test, he would. But he kept a calm but disgruntled demeanor through the ordeal. Although, right now.... deep growls kept emitting out of his chest as he stared ahead as he was put on the weight scale as if he was doing the usual check-up at the doctor's office.

But he doubted that even at a doctor's office that he would have to do this stark naked for all the few assistants' eyes to see. And he could notice one, a meek human guy who seemed too cowardly to be working here, trying not to look down at his endowments as he nervously fixed the scale. Whether it was because he was a strong demon or that he's part European, he would be considered above average but he couldn't think about that at the moment.

Already, they had already taken his picture for his pending ID (with such a lack of enthusiasm on his face that it likened to a criminal mugshot). Soon after that it was the tolerant blood test then he was far less tolerant with the urine sample. And he was this close to snarl at one assistant when his sharp teeth were firmly examined and then his eyes and ears. And now it was his wieght and height for the moment.

And these were the tests before he morphed to his secondary form. And then he would have to do it all over again. Great.

"Um.... One hundred and seventy-six pounds," the short assistant noted meekly. "And how tall are you again....?"

"Six-foot-one...." Grimmjow answered with a low growl.

"Right, right.... Well, um, you can take a break in the meantime, Mister Grimmjow, before we resumed with the tests once more," he reminded him. "There's no need to put on your clothes for now...."

"Tch...." Roughly getting off the scale, he turned away from the assistants who gathered up their notes and documents. He could feel the coolness of the floor of the examination room under the rough pads of his feet as he waited to be alone. Regardless of the cold sterile stench, he could smell that Kisuke was nearby, probably waiting outside the door.

It didn't matter, as the people left in half a minute, and the seasoned hunter had stepped in no sooner after that. "Goodness, Grimmjow, can't you relax at least?" he joked as he closed the door, and the cat demon simply growled in utter annoyance.

"Even without the full moon being so close by, I'd act just the same," he scoffed, now pacing around the small room, not caring about being in the buff at the moment. "Stupid tests.... do they really need to take my piss, out of all things? I'm a bit surprised that they didn't ask me to shit in a bag."

"Ahh.... just calm down, Grimmjow," sighed Kisuke. Sensing that the serious talk was coming up, Grimmjow paused in his steps and his narrowed eyes fell on him. "It's like Retsu said, technology is upgraded so it should be a good thing that you're doing these tests."

"Yeah right--"

"Masaki was the first one to figure out that you're part werecat," he said. "But actually, we don't really know which type of werecat are you, Grimmjow." Grimmjow relaxed just a little as his quirk came out with a sense of confusion. "There are many types of werecats, compared to the very little variety of werewolves worldwide. And all we know that you're half European, but it's hard to pinpoint of which descent you are without the advanced technology the hunters got now."

".... Does it really matter? It doesn't make me feel any better about this, since I don't even know about my father's side let alone that man himself," he huffed.

"Well, it does anyway.... regarding the contract," Kisuke said in an even tone. Grimmjow frowned, before noticing a sealed medical bag in the hunter's hands. And inside of it was a containment cup for bodily samples, and it made him grimace even more.

"I must do it now....?" he growled.

"This is the only time we got for the moment, Grimmjow," Kisuke sighed. "That is, of course, if you are capable of doing this considering your decades-long celibacy."

"Shut it.... Just because I hadn't fucked for over twenty-five years, it doesn't mean that I don't know how to get aroused," he growled at him. "I just have to rely on my instincts to go through with it."

"It's your instincts that I'm worried about, Grimmjow...." he commented, and the cat demon rumbled out a disconcerned sound.

"You're saying it like I'm just gonna hold Ichigo down and have my way with her," he muttered with disgust.

"That much is true, if you don't control yourself. You hadn't been intimate with any female after all these years, so who knows if your instincts won't go haywire the instant you go with it." Grimmjow glared at the hunter, but he begrudgingly admitted he has a point. It really was going against his natural instincts to mate with any woman he wanted, but he was so used to abstinence that he might hurt the teen during the intercourse. Something that he doesn't want to do.

"Grrhh.... Fine, give it here," he growled sharply, swiftly snatching the bag out of his hands. "Just so you know, I really fucking hate it when you joke around one minute and get serious the next. That's fucking annoying, you know that?"

"That's just who I am, Grimmjow...." nodded Kisuke before turning to leave. "Don't take too long...." Grimmjow exhaled heavily but decided to cross the room for the small bathroom. He preferred this privacy for the moment, but deep down he was feeling a little apprehensive. Ichigo.... he kept thinking about her as a mischievous but innocent little girl he knew before leaving. But she was practically a young woman in his eyes, and the strong sexual scent coming out of her was warping his instinctive mind.

"Come on, Grimmjow.... you can do this...." he breathed through gritted teeth, opening the bag before he took out the cup. Moving to the toilet, his hand rubbed tentatively at his muscled stomach as he growled softly. Within seconds, Grimmjow shifted into his partial form, his split tail whipped around as his clawed toes scrapped at the tiled floor. Almost gingerly, his fingers touched the soft strands of fur starting just below the navel.

"Shit...." he sighed. Getting aroused was a lot harder than he thought, after years and years of not getting sexual feelings toward anyone else. ".... Come on...." Closing his eyes, he finally grasped at his covered crotch. He could feel his lax manhood underneath the soft fur but just touching it wasn't enough. Just relying on his instincts seemed to be the right idea but even that seemed less sensible without the sensual thoughts of females lately.

Unless.... If Ichigo counts.... At a brief thought of the teen, Grimmjow suddenly felt his member twitched in his hold. His fangs gritted tightly, he couldn't believe that he was thinking about Ichigo that way.... even though he must do this. He growled under his breath, remembering the alluring scent from her this past week. Ichigo seemed to be begging to be mated even though the human girl was oblivious to her natural functions, but Grimmjow was having a hard time not to react around her.

But now he can, as he peered his eyes opened to see that he was slowly getting an erection. The dark pink tip was peeking out of the fur pocket before he growled. As much as he doesn't want to do this, just thinking about Ichigo being underneath him was getting to him. To feel the youthful smooth skin on her and inhaled her naturally sweet scent as he then thought about nuzzling into her vulnerable throat. "Fuck...." he exhaled as he looked down again.

Now he was fully aroused. His manhood was very similar to a human male's, though the skin was rather rough to the touch. The veins underneath it were throbbing dully, with the bloodflow deeply coloring his erection. Grimmjow hunched over the toilet. The containment cup in his hand was close to being crushed, as he positioned it between his legs. "Ichigo...." he muttered, almost purring out her name when he began to stroke off.

He imagined a new vision of Ichigo, writhing in pleasure by his rough animalistic thrusts as he held her legs back. There was a good chance that the teen would try to resist the consummation since she was a virgin, but thinking about taking her innocence and smelling the sharp sweetness of her blood being spilled was making him excited. As a matter of fact, he wanted to take her from behind like an actual beast, and wanted to feel her developed breasts, knowing that they will get significantly bigger with milk once she concieved his child.

A child.... Was he truly capable of fathering an offspring of his own....? The thought of starting his own family had never crossed his mind, even with being with the Kurosaki family for years. But he remembered the contract he was bound to.... and to have his own flesh and blood growing inside Ichigo's womb was making his stomach muscles tightened. He was stroking faster, the pre-come was already dribbling into cup. Would Ichigo truly give in to the terms of contract, carrying his cubs once she lays with him....?

"Guh....! S-shit....!" he growled sharply with his fangs bared as he suddenly stiffened, just before he climaxed. Thick white semen splurted out, some of it got into the cup with rest of it splattered over the seat. "Ughh, fucking shit....!" he growled. His legs quivered as he gave out more, this time the glue-like substance almost filled up the cup. It was more than enough, and soon his body finally relaxed. "Fuck.... fuck..." he panted as he looked down. His now lax member was hanging for a moment before it slowly crept back into the pocket.

Carefully, he closed the cup with the lid then placed it in the medical bag. After that, he cleaned up the toilet seat with tissue and used the sink to wash his hands. He didn't want to look at himself in the mirror, knowing how ashamed he actually felt moments earlier. To have sex with Ichigo for the purpose of procreating, to have offsprings considering that he was a mixed-breed himself. Can Ichigo be a good mother if he were able to impregnate her, cradling and feeding the child with loving care....?

"Tch...." Grimmjow turned and stepped out of the bathroom. The examination room was still empty to his relief, but he moved to open the door, seeing Kisuke standing nearby in the hallway. ".... Happy now?" he grumbled and held up the bag. The hunter simply stared at him, but nodded as he took it gingerly.

"How do you feel after doing this, Grimmjow?" he asked.

"Like I've been kicked in the balls," scoffed Grimmjow. "Now what do you do with it....?"

"Like with the blood test, we simply have to analyze it," he said. "There's really no need to worry, Grimmjow.... We could be wrong about you being sterile, since your dominant werecat gene might help on this."

"Damn it, don't I get a fucking opinion on this?" he growled in annoyance. "I'm doing all of this, becoming a partner for Ichigo and protecting her.... just so I can knock her up and hope for the best. Does that even sound right to anyone, especially you....?"

"You didn't have any reservations when you first agreed to the contract, knowing about Masaki's powers," Kisuke frowned lightly. "Unless this is done, Ichigo will be vulnerable. She will understand that what we did for her is for the best."

"Her opinions wouldn't matter as well.... Great. Thinking about it now makes it sound similiar to her friend's predicament with that stupid nue," Grimmjow grumbled under his breath, but Kisuke caught parts of it and sighed deeply.

"Again, don't worry about it," he nodded. "True, knowing Ichigo, she would protest to participate such a thing. But we'll sit down and talk to her when the time comes, okay?"

".... Whatever," he growled before going back inside. Kisuke simply frowned. He should have expected that out of him, as he walked down the hallway. He must discuss this part with Retsu, knowing that she was aware of this situation as much as he and Isshin.

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Renji should have expected that Rukia wouldn't be good at oral sex. The girl had lost her virginity barely a week ago, so of course she wouldn't know about various sexual plays, especially at her age. After the sloppy half-hearted attempt of sucking him off yesterday, the nue got impatient and quickly stroked himself off over his teen bride's opened mouth. To say that the result from the quick pleasure was less than pleasurable, when he finally climaxed and his pheromone-infused semen pretty much exploded all over Rukia's face.

The teen girl was absolutely mortified at the sexual stain drenched over her hair and uniform top, though she almost gagged on what managed to go down her throat. It was rather embarrassing on both parties, with Renji having to clean her up and giving her a spare T-shirt before she left home. Now lounging on his bed, he lazily watched a video on his laptop, although he wasn't exactly paying attention of the porn actress' fake moans from being repeatedly penetrated. He wondered if he should pay a visit to the Kuchiki estate and make it up to Rukia.

He had already apologized to her over the fiasco, but the teen girl was far too embarrassed to accept it when she left his workplace in a haste. He could blame his instincts for acting that way when the sweet smell of her ovulation made him agitated. But after living a few centuries since becoming an adult, he would think he would know better.

Zoning in and out of his light doze, he woke up in time to hear the door opening behind him. He knew who it was but didn't bother to act fast to shut off the porn on his laptop. "It's almost noon, and you're watching dumb smut already, Renji....?" The nue glanced behind his shoulder to see a human man in his late teens walking up to the fridge in his loft-like dwelling. The man's back was turned, as Renji only saw his fuzzy black hair and his casual outfit consisted of a faded black T-shirt and jeans.

"Shut up.... I've lived around long enough to be desensitized by the shit you humans made," he grumbled as he sat up.

"Trust me, the shit we made are more fucked up if you look up hard enough," the guy scoffed in amusement, turning around after taking a bottle of water. His face was revealed, showing three thin scars down the right side of his face and a bold '69' tattoo'd on his left cheek. "So what are you lazing around for, Renji? Don't you have a teen bride or something? I bet if you weren't some demon, you wouldn't be near a school playgound without acting so horny."

"Tch, my contract to the Kuchiki clan had been around way before you were born, Shuuhei, modern laws don't apply to it," he sighed deeply.

"Whatever, but you still count as a creepy old man lusting after middle-school girls like in one of those hentai anime shows," Shuuhei commented.

"She's a high school freshman," corrected Renji, finally taking off the video. "You don't seem to mind that I married an underaged teen just so she can carry my offsprings. I would think you would have reservations about it and sympathize since you're a human like her." Shuuhei simply looked at him but shrugged before taking a sip.

"The demon world is a far different shit to deal with, especially for the humans who are connected to it so I don't really have an opinion on your things," he replied. "So this teen bride of yours.... she's gonna live here and pop out monkey-tiger babies for you?" His off-handed question didn't insult Renji, who got out of his bed and stretched out his limbs.

"Not yet.... I just have to keep fucking her until her body's ready to conceive," he muttered, proceeding to scratch under his shirt. "Although I'm a bit worried about the childbirths since she has a body of a sixth grader."

"That's the creepy old man talking right there," the human smirked a little. Renji simply snorted and was about to retort when his cell phone rang. Frowing a little, he turned and reached for it from the bundled up bedsheets. "Who's that, Renji?" asked Shuuhei and the nue smirked back.

"My wife...." he nodded before he answered the call. "Yeah, what's up, Rukia?" he greeted quietly.

".... Um.... hey...." mumbled Rukia. Clearly she was still disgusted over his premature ejaculation over her face, and Renji could hear her reluctant muttering as he smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah.... sorry about yesterday, my instincts got the better of me and I got overly excited," he sighed.

"Yeah, don't mention it, please...."

"Fine.... so what's up, is there a reason you're calling me, Rukia?" he asked. He could hear her breathing in apprehension, like she wanted to get permission from him.

"You think.... I can spend the weekend with Ichigo at her house, starting today?" she requested. The red-haired demon blinked at that, ignoring the interested look on the human's face as he began pacing around.

"Ichigo, you say? The girl who once thought I was an 'evil monster' a few weeks back?" he laughed a bit.

"Um, please.... she asked if I could go to her house and catch up with Grimmjow before he, well, transforms tonight...." At that, Renji stopped smirking. He almost forgot about that cat demon since their last confrontation. He didn't excpect his young bride was very familiar with Grimmjow, something he wasn't told about by that prideful brother of hers.

"I see...." he muttered, but deep down he felt a sense of alpha-like hostility. Even if that cat demon had no absolute interest with Rukia, it didn't help that another strong male was around her before he came to the picture. ".... Okay then.... I'm not stopping you, Rukia," he muttered, suppressing down his growls. "I already told you that you can do what you want as long as you honor your role as my wife.... It doesn't matter anyway, since I was gonna ask you to stop by my place next weekend once you're 'safe'."

"Oh...." Rukia gasped softly. It was obvious that she instantly became more concerned for that event he had just mentioned. For some reason, having his teenage wife being somewhat afraid of his brutish sexual behaviors made him feel smug, as the strong demon that he was supposed to be in order to dominate his mate.

"Go ahead, Rukia.... I'll just see you next weekend, okay?" he said.

".... Okay, fine," muttered Rukia. "I'll see you later, Renji...."

"All right, talk to you later," said Renji before ending the call. It made sense that he shouldn't touch Rukia for now, knowing that his need to mate with her would be too hard to ignore if he were to be around her 'heat'.

".... So, you're bringing her here? Geez, wouldn't your real 'workers' feel perplexed that you have a human girl as a bride and not one of your own kind?" asked Shuuhei.

"Who cares about their opinions? Besides, human females are far more fertile when it comes to interbreeding, and half-demons are far more common nowadays that even the pure-blooded ones are used to it," sighed Renji as he turned to him.

"Just saying, Renji.... Your kind's pretty much dying out if you don't stick together," he pointed out. Even as a human, he didn't flinch when the nue was suddenly in front of him. His garnet eyes weren't glowing but there was showing a sense of intimidation as he narrowed them.

".... I've already tried that before, but even with my bloodline as well as my rare abilities, it's very hard to start a family with a female of my kind," he muttered. "We were already dying out without the interference of humans. The best thing I can do is sire my own offsprings with a human girl to keep at least part of my bloodline going."

"Fine, I get it. No need to get antsy," Shuuhei replied as he offered him the water bottle. At that, Renji relaxed and took it, guzzling it down within the matter of seconds. "But.... what was that about earlier? She wanted to have a sleepover at a friend's house?"

"Something like that.... But her friend's partnered with this cat demon who's part werecat, and he'll be there as well," he said with a light frown. "I've forgotten that tonight's the full moon, she said something about seeing his transformation and some other bullshit."

"That's what pissing you off?"

"Not him specifically.... but I don't like the fact that a strong male demon will be present around her," Renji frowned, the empty bottle crushed audibly in his hands. "Maybe I should've went over there and mark myself onto her so that guy knows who she belongs to...."

"Just calm down, Renji.... she already belongs to you if she knows better, right?" the other guy asked.

"Yeah, you're right about that," nodded Renji. "I don't really have a problem that friend of hers.... I've only met her a few times, but already I like her stubbornness and fiery personality. And to think that she's a hunter as well, something about that makes me wanna take a challenge...." His companion watched his expression changing into a fond interest and he frowned at that.

"That's the creepy old man talk right there...." he muttered but the nue simply chuckled.

"I may have requested to have the daughter of the Kuchiki clan as my bride.... but I've never said that I couldn't just have one wife," he smirked.

"Huh?"

"I thought I told you that I was the son of my mother, who had happened to be my father's second wife," he replied.

"Thought you meant your dad got re-married," frowned Shuuhei.

"Nope.... that's why it's hard to breed with our females, so my father actually took in four wives in his days," grinned Renji. "Lucky for him, I was the first born kid for him."

"And you think you can do the same, Renji? Starting with that girl's friend?" he questioned.

"Well, if I can get friendly with her without pissing off that pet of hers, I can try to persuade her into becoming my second wife and bearing more of my kids--"

"You know, the more you talk, the more perverted you're starting to sound with this harem idea of yours," frowned Shuuhei before turning to leave. "Maybe next time, you should try and find yourself a girl of legal age."

"You shouldn't have your back turned against a powerful demon, Shuuhei. I taught you that," Renji said.

"Yeah, but you don't look so tough with just your boxers on...." With his companion finally gone, Renji sighed deeply as he walked around the kitchen area. He remembered saying that he would have Ichigo as his second wife, he didn't mean it at first but still.... Maybe that could work, all he has to do is to court her though not so outwardly. That budding hunter probably wouldn't mind being around him.

But first things first.... he needed to persuade Rukia into participate for his upcoming plans for the both of them. He didn't care if his thoughts were perverted as his friend had joked, but if he can get Rukia into carrying his offsprings then he can go after the orange-haired teen. The thought of having both teen brides being impregnated at the same time with his children was actually arousing to him. He also wondered how fun it would be with them being used to his sexual stamina to the point of addiction.

".... Shit.... There's nothing to eat in here," he grumbled when he opened the fridge.

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Curling up on the couch, Grimmjow growled under his breath as he tried to rest. Nobody was home at the time, since Isshin had advised the twins to stay outdoors for the day. But only Ichigo was here, but he didn't want to be near her right now. With her own personal problem still around, his super-sensitive nose kept wrinkling at the sharp scent of blood even though the teen was holed up in her room.

"Fuck...." he growled as he laid on his back, his split tail lashed out against the cushions as he was in his secondary form. It would be easiler to shift now, but his body would ache anyway with the full moon so close to rising. As he closed his eyes, he thought about what had happened at Tokyo. From what he could remember, Retsu Unohana is the head of the clinical research regarding classification and health of demon species.

So of course, she would know about his contract with Masaki. Now that Ichigo was close of age. Coming home from Tokyo, he didn't try to make eye contact with the oblivious teen, not wanting to re-live that embarrassing vision in the bathroom. He really felt so ashamed of imagining himself making a child with Ichigo. And what was more worrisome was how said unknown child would even look like. He was already learning how to shift before he was even born; are his future offsprings capable to do such a thing in Ichigo's womb, he wasn't sure.

Maybe he should have done research prior to this. He knew there were written reports and textbooks involving interbreeding with humans resulted in half-breeds, but the variety is vast depending on the species and even the class rank of the demons. Most Class-D demons weren't capable of interbreeding since the genetics of their species are too muddled to mix with human DNA. He should look into any information of mix-breed demons as well. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like he was the only result between two cat demons of different origin.

After tonight, he should speak to Isshin and Kisuke about this, he thought just before his ears twitched at the small but quick steps coming up to the front door. Was anyone here expected any company? As carefully and quietly he could, Grimmjow got down on all four and padded for the front door just before his sharp ears heard the bell ring.

"Grimmjow....? It's okay, it's only Rukia, you remember that she's coming today?" His ears flicked back to hear Ichigo, who stepped out of her room and rushed downstairs.

"Oh, right...." he grunted as he stood up but reflexively took a step back when the teen got too close.

"Geez, why not hold your breath for the next few days, Grimmjow?" she frowned at him.

"Tch, like that could help," he huffed. "I can practically taste the air if I breathe through my mouth." Ichigo simply rolled her eyes before opening the door. But the instant she had done that, the scent of another female in 'heat' assaulted the cat demon's nostrils. This couldn't be good. "Hey there, Rukia...." she greeted.

"Hey, Ichigo...." smiled Rukia as she stepped in and noticed Grimmjow nearby. "Oh, what's up, Grimmjow?"

"Hey...." grunted Grimmjow before going back to the couch.

"Huh? What's up with him this time?" frowned Rukia.

"Oh.... I just got my period yesterday, that's why he's been feeling angsty," Ichigo muttered to her. "He can smell the blood and all that shit." Rukia blinked at that and frowned in realization. If that was true.... then it would mean that Grimmjow could smell her ovulated scent right now. If that was the case, then why would Renji let her come here? Was he testing her of some sort....?

"That sucks...." she sighed. "Are you sure I could be here overnight with the full moon and all?"

"Yeah, Grimmjow's acting like a stick in the mud after everything that's happening," muttered Ichigo. "He should get over it one way or another, but I don't know--"

"If I can hear fucking bugs buzzing outside, I can hear you girls muttering to yourselves," grumbled Grimmjow, and Ichigo frowned at the furniture he was hiding behind.

"Well, get used to it because we're gonna be partners for a very long time! Believe me, you grumpy cat....!" she scoffed at him. Rukia looked at her friend and giggled a little.

"Thought you guys made up, Ichigo," she smirked.

"Tch, not for now, anyway...." she huffed as they went to the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink, Rukia?"

"Juice is just fine," nodded the petite girl. But deep down, she wondered if it was a good idea to be here. Then again, she didn't want to hang around Renji for the time being, not wanting to remember that embarrassing moment in the break room. It was onbvious that he was testing her as his young wife, to see if she was 'faithful' enough to be around strong male demons. Especially Grimmjow, who still seemed to have animosity toward Renji.

"So.... is Renji okay with you being here with Grimmjow and the full moon and all?" asked Ichigo and Rukia nodded as she sat by the table.

"Yeah, something about me doing what I am, I didn't need his permission," she sighed.

"Okay...." Ichigo nodded, sitting across from her. "Rukia, listen.... if you're still freaking out about this whole 'marriage to a demon' shit, you can talk to me about it. I'm really worry about you."

"I get that, but.... it's fine, everything's fine--"

"That's the answer I expected, but is it 'fine' fine or are you saying that so I won't worry?" she frowned at her. "Either way, I'm still concerned...." Looking down at the cup of juice in front of her, Rukia could only shrug.

"I don't know what to say, Ichigo.... one minute he's serious about me dealing with the contract and my role as his wife, but then he often jokes about it though," she sighed. "It's hard to read him out. Not sure if it's because he's a demon but I think it'll take a while until I really get used to it...."

"But for how long? Can he really get used to you aging faster than him?" Ichigo questioned but this time she smirked a little. "Maybe he'll reconsider about that stupid contract once you reach fifty."

"Tch, if you think so...." she huffed. Ichigo smiled before getting to her feet and walked up to her.

"The last time I came by Renji, he gave me donuts as a peace offering," she replied. "True, I found that strange-- but I ate it anyway since I was hungry at the time. And yet.... I'm not sure what to think of his motives either. Even when I went to Tokyo, I was surprised of seeing human-demon couples walking around. But still.... let's hope that I don't have to mangle Renji if he dares to hurt you."

"I know that, coming from you," Rukia smiled a little, and Ichigo grinned back.

"Okay, let's go to my room for a while," she suggested.

"In a second, I should talk to Grimmjow," Rukia nodded. "I wouldn't want to get on his bad end if it involves Renji."

"Fine, suit yourself...." Ichigo left her alone and went upstairs, just as the petite teen got up and went to the living room. As if hearing her tiny feet coming this way, Grimmjow sat up on the couch and his sharp eyes watched her moving to sit on the furniture.

"Hey there, Grimmjow...." she muttered quietly, sitting as far as she could from so both of them could be comfortable as she cleared her throat. "So.... it's obvious that you don't like Renji," she started the conversation.

"Pretty much...." grunted Grimmjow, nearly baring his teeth at the thought of it. "I only hate that damn monkey, but it doesn't mean that I would despise you just because you're stuck with him."

"Is that right....?"

".... He didn't mark you today, even though you're his bride," he pointed out, as his clawed fingers combed through his long hair. "Either he had forgotten to do so.... or he's simply testing you, of being around me right now. In my opinion, that's very dangerous, especially with a strong demon like myself."

"Really, you think so....?" Rukia muttered in surprise.

"Yeah.... especially since you're in heat...." Grimmjow grumbled, and the girl flinched at that.

"You can smell it too...." she frowned. "I figured as much, me and Ichigo hang out together so much that our problems are almost in sync. It means I'm gonna get mine in the coming week...." Grimmjow simply grunted, staring ahead at the blank screen of the TV.

"I'm not stupid, Rukia...." he mumbled quietly. "If you're truly married to that monkey.... then it means that he must have.... well, mated with you...." Rukia didn't answer him, she didn't need to, as the cat demon moved to lay on the floor. "He pretty much fucked you, and it happened last weekend....?"

".... It's not something I want to tell Ichigo about," mumbled Rukia. "She couldn't be that naive, and yet if she were to know...."

"I understand, kid," rumbled Grimmjow, taking a brief glance at her. "But I wouldn't exactly prevent her from hacking him up. I might help her, though...."

"Is it about that venom thing?"

"Tch, he nearly killed me, and then made a half-assed apology about it? Of course I'll hold a fucking grudge about it," he scoffed before hissing out in discomfort, catching her by surprise. "Shit.... the night's almost here," he hissed, arching his back as his split tail was lashing around.

"Grimmjow, d-do you need any help--"

"No need, I just.... I just have to relax from it," he gritted as he managed to roll to his stomach. "It's okay, really...." A moment later, he felt a shudder within his muscles before he finally relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief. It was so irritating, he had never felt like this when he was with the Kurosaki family but since living on his own for several years, it felt like he was regressing to his primal days in the forest. "Shit...." he growled before getting to his knees. "I'll give it another hour or so, but it's getting harder to control it."

"Grimmjow....? Hey, are you feeling okay?" Grimmjow looked up to see Ichigo coming down the stairs. In her hand, he instantly noticed, was a comb as she walked up to him.

"Tch, you remember...." he rumbled, though he purred a little. Deep down he was glad over the fact the teen remembered their personal pastime, as Ichigo knelt in front of him. "Don't try to get too close, it's been a while since I last relaxed under a full moon."

"And you think that scares me, Grimmjow?" she smirked lightly. "Just think like before, that the nine-year-old me would comb or brush your hair around this time. It shouldn't be that hard for you." Grimmjow merely scoffed but stiffened when Ichigo reached out for the soft blue hair.

"Come on, kid...." he grumbled. But he shuddered out a light purr the moment he felt the fine tooth sweeping through the strands. This nostalgic feeling, of being comforted by someone who used to be his former charge, was coming back to him. Without knowing, he leaned into her action, completely forgotten about the forbidden scent coming from her as he closed his eyes. He missed this so much so, he briefly perked up at the soft sound of giggling.

"Don't laugh, Rukia, I used to do this all the time," Ichigo frowned at her friend. "As a matter of fact, you would do it too when we were kids."

"But it looks so awkward and funny right now," grinned Rukia.

"Whatever.... why not help me instead, Rukia? I got another comb in my room," suggested Ichigo.

"If you say so," her friend smiled as she got up and left the living room. Grimmjow huffed and looked at Ichigo with a light frown.

"Make it any more embarrassing, why don't you....?" he grumbled.

"Come on.... Don't try to fight it, Grimmjow...." she smiled at him. "It helps that you cooperate with me, I really you to feel comfortable...." Grimmjow blinked at that but nodded, moving to lie on his stomach with his head nestled in his folded arms.

"If I could sleep for a while.... maybe I could get over the shifting," he rumbled.

"Let's hope so, Grimmjow," nodded Ichigo, as she resumed combing.

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Snarling and roaring in pure rage, Grimmjow thrashed and writhed from the fortified chains shackled to his body. He wasn't exactly sure why he was brought here, in what could be likened to a sub-basement prison cell with stone walls and floor. He couldn't get close to the steel door that was locked, but it didn't matter as he proceeded to vainly yank at the the thick metal collar around his neck.

Aside from the chains, he knew what was coming tonight, as he continued to thrash. He didn't want to be here at all.... he had thought that girl-- a human and a hunter at that-- was trying to help him. But the moment he mentioned about his change involving the full moon, the other hunters came and put him here, treating him like a wild animal with blood on his mind.

And he might as well be, as his fearsome cyan eyes glared at the door that heavily opened, revealing the human girl who had 'saved' him. Barely past sixteen, she was still dressed in her school uniform of pale pink sailor blouse and cream-colored skirt, her soft brown eyes widened in absolute shock as she stepped closer. "Grimmjow--" she spoke.

"Get away from me....!" he snarled at her, and she froze from his anger. "Your kind.... those hunters, they put me in here....!" he growled in broken words he had mostly forgotten. "You told them-- about the moon and shit....! And they are afraid of me, because of that....!"

"N-no, Grimmjow, that's not true!" she stammered, stepping closer. "I only told them because I wasn't exactly sure what to make of you! I don't really know what kind of demon you are--"

"Lies....! You humans speak lies!" snapped Grimmjow. "You want to kill me, I just know it....!"

"Please just listen to me....!" she insisted concernly, her light auburn hair bobbed when she shook her head. "I helped you, I've helped you as if you were a human. I didn't want you being left for dead...." But Grimmjow just growled, before he gritted his fanged teeth as he got down on his hands and knees. Already, he was shifting to his partial form, his shoddy grime-covered kimono didn't conceal his lower body transforming into a feline-like legs.

"Grimmjow, please.... I really want to help you," she muttered calmly, looking at the split tail for a moment before taking another step forward. "You told me your name, remember....? It means that we could be friends."

".... I know no friends...." gritted the cat demon, glaring at the teen girl. "I have been alone.... all my life. You're.... just a human, girl."

"I know that, but that's the meaning of friendship," she smiled a little. "Just trust me.... I really want to help you."

"You lie...." growled Grimmjow, his cat ears flicked to new sounds behind her. "They're coming...." The girl blinked just before she turned to see a few men stepping in. Almost instantly, Grimmjow's anger intensified and snarled at them, seeing that they holding either swords or bows and arrows.

"W-wait a minute, you cannot hurt him!" clamored the girl.

"Step aside, Miss.... He's already hostile enough as it is," muttered one of the hunters.

"He's only hostile because you guys are pointing weapons at him! Just please let me get through to him!" she frowned.

"I'm sorry but he continues with this behavior along with this lunar transformation, then he must be put down."

"But--"

"Let her do it...." The girl turned around and saw a new man, clad in a pure white business suit, standing in the doorway. His ink-black hair shone dark blue from the coming light, as he reached up to fix his glasses up.

"Uncle...." she gasped softly. "Y-you're home...."

"Of course I'm home. After all, I was told about an interesting person you've come across earlier this week," he nodded, his mustache barely ruffled as he spoke.

"That's right.... but your men-- they're going to hurt him if he transforms under the full moon!" she explained. "I only want to help Grimmjow but if he doesn't calm down, he'll get killed....!"

"Grimmjow.... such a foreign name, and yet he speaks Japanese," the man noted before stepping in. "And you want to help him how? Do you have any way of doing it?"

"I.... well, I don't really know," she frowned. "But.... it has to be him, that's all I can assume...." she then muttered, looking down almost sheepishly. The man looked at her, then at the snarling demon in chains before nodding.

"You had another one...." he stated. "And it involves this creature how....?"

"I dreamt about.... meeting a cat demon in white fur in the forest, in the rain...." she admitted quietly. "I assumed it has to do with Grimmjow.... I found him injured, looking like that form right there. The fur on his legs is white but my dreams are never specific anyway...."

"All right, I understand...." nodded the man. "Stand down, men," he ordered.

"Ah, but sir--"

"Please understand her intentions," he said. "She is never wrong with her dreams. So if this Grimmjow person is the reason her visions had brought up, then she should help him as she had suggested it." Although reluctant, the other hunters backed away, allowing the teen girl to walk up to Grimmjow.

The cat demon growled though he was confused about the exchange between her and the man in the white suit. What was this about visions and dreams....? He glared at her, noticing the fair distance between them, as she knelt down to his level. "Grimmjow.... I'm here to help you, I really want to be your friend," she muttered gently.

".... Why? You're a hunter.... you should kill me when you have the chance...." he growled bitterly.

"I see no reason to kill you, Grimmjow.... You've done nothing wrong, I'm sure of it," she smiled at him. Despite of the burning aches in his muscles and even in his bones, he was still confused. This human, why was she bothering to help him, when anyone else wouldn't hesitate to cut him down?

"You stupid girl.... Don't be sorry if I tear you apart in a few moments...." he gritted, the shackles rattled against his body.

"I'm not afraid of you at all," she shook her head.

"You should be--"

"No.... I'm not afraid of you, because you're only afraid of me. You're simply scared when I don't want to hurt you."

"What....?"

"Please, let's start over, Grimmjow.... you gave me my name so I'll give you mine," smiled the girl. "My name's Masaki.... Masaki Kurosaki...."

With a soft growl, Grimmjow opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first but it quickly cleared up as he blinked. First, he looked at Ichigo, who seemed very stunned by the sight of him. Or rather.... at his full transformation. He had assumed that his shifting would cause pain, but for the first time in several years it felt like nothing but a simple shudder, as if he was trying to stay awake from a sleepless night.

"Goodness, Grimmjow.... Wow, you still look the same," Ichigo muttered in amazement, staring almost eye-to-eye to the cat demon. Grimmjow seemed to smirk at that, letting out a purr-like chuckle from his throat.

"He sure does.... I've completely forgotten that he was this big," commented Rukia. "That's why he always does this in the living room." Grimmjow nodded with another set of rumbling. He looked down at himself, seeing that his hands were now large black paws, his ink-colored claws deftly scrapped at the hardwood floor as he stretched the digits.

Reaching out his arms, the dark color faded into that of the snow white color. Sitting down on his haunches, one of his paws reached up to touch his muzzle, pulling his black lips back to reveal sharp canines. His black nose was wet and spongey to the touch, before he reached up to feel the softer hair on his head. It was the same as his own hair, the same light blue color as the mane-like tresses lined down his back. He curled his tail around his feet, the black tufts on his split tail were bigger as the tips twitched a little.

His big ears, lined with black fur, twitched as well as he looked at Ichigo again. He rumbled out a deep purr as he moved to nuzzle at her face. "Oh, Grimmjow.... I thought you would freak out over your transformation," smiled Ichigo, petting at his muzzle. "I guess combing your hair still works." Grimmjow nodded but in the back of his now primal mind, he was still concerned over the smells from these females.

Ichigo's blood smelled a lot sweeter than he had noticed it before, probably because she was a virgin. He knew how females smell differently depending on whether or not they lost their innocence. Even Rukia smelled different from before laying with that nue, depite of the floral fragrance of perfume on her skin. The slightly sweet smell on the petite teen practically died out, compared to Ichigo's untainted one. Maybe that explained why he felt eager of being touched by her, as he proceeded to rub his forehead against her face.

"Grimmjow....! For a grumpy cat, you're acting rather touchy-feely right now!" Ichigo huffed though giggled a little from fur tickling on her neck.

"Grrruuhh...." Grimmjow growled in amusement, his natural quirkiness was coming out as he then rubbed much of his body against hers. The teen giggled but stumbled back and fell on her behind.

"Geez, Grimmjow, what's with you?" she smirked a little. The cat demon bared his fangs in a form of a smile and heavily laid down. His eyes, full of beastly glow, looked at her and purred. It felt so calm to him, to be so near to her like before, much like how he became calm being around Masaki in the first several months of being around her. "Let's see.... I think you hold my weight now that I'm bigger," she smiled, moving to settle herself onto his back.

Grimmjow rumbled in interest but didn't move. As a matter of fact, he didn't want to move, when he could feel her clothed crotch pressing right against his spine. No, he was in his true form, it shouldn't be right to feel even remotely aroused. He laid his head and relaxed, not wanting to think about the one body part pressing on his back. "Rukia, get on," Ichigo suggested. "You're barely a feather compared to me."

"Shut up....!" Rukia pouted but moved to climb onto Grimmjow's and situated behind Ichigo. Since the smaller girl wearing a casual dress, Grimmjow could feel her womanhood more pominently through the cotton underwear. Oddly enough, Rukia didn't interest his primal mind despite of her ovulation. Maybe it had to do with her being owned by that nue Renji in the marriage but he didn't care as he felt Ichigo's fingers scratching through the soft fur on his neck.

"You're feeling okay, Grimmjow?" she asked. Grimmjow responded with a purr vibrating deep from his chest. He felt rather too calm with her, now that he thought about it. But why, was it because he was alone with her aside from Rukia? He wondered.... if Ichigo was still in heat when he had transformed, his instincts might intensify with long-lost lust. And that wouldn't be pretty....

But he was right about being calm around Ichigo, as he perked his head up at the sound of the front door opening. "Ahh....! It really happened! Look, Karin!" gasped Yuzu as she and her twin rushed right into the living room with Isshin following soon after.

"What? Aw, man! I really wanted to see him change for real!" Karin frowned with a slight pout. Grimmjow 'smiled' again, letting one of the sisters reach out to touch his face as he looked at the former hunter who calmly walked up to him.

"You feel okay, Grimmjow....?" he asked and the cat demon nodded. "That's good to know, I was a little worried about you and Ichigo but it turned out okay in the end," he smiled a little.

"Oh, he's like a stuffed animal!" smiled Yuzu, petting his face.

"I know, that is, if a stuffed animal looked like a ferocious cat beast," Karin joked with a light grin. Grimmjow frowned at that with a grunt, but Ichigo laughed a bit and leaned over his head.

"This takes me back.... You're like an extra piece of furniture that everbody wants to be around once a month," she sighed. "Who would've thought that I actually missed this....?" Grimmjow blinked at her word and purred deeply. He had missed it as well, to be by her side and wrapping his warm soft body around the little girl. He looked up, letting himself being petted and stroked like a housepet, wondering how to get used to his suppressed instincts around his future partners with her hormonal scent wafting every month.

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