This is an apology for not updating THC(lolololololol does any1 c wat i did ther derp). Idk when this story takes place, but then again, who gives a fuck? Two dudes bang and one of them gets preggers. The laws of reality, space, and time don't apply here. Alright, let's do this!

March 10

So… This is my diary. I call it a diary because only pussies who don't have enough backbone to man up and admit that it's a diary call it a journal or whatever. Also, the only reason I'm keeping one is because it's this, have a blog site thing that humans have, or have my ranking taken away. I fought tooth and nail for my position, so there is no way I'm giving this baby up, and I don't want people to read about my day or what my thoughts were, fucking stalkers, so diary it is.

I really don't know why Aizen insisted on everyone doing this. I guess he wants to collect data or something? Or maybe it's to make sure we don't go insane in this stupid place.

I guess it's no big deal; it gives me something to do, other than kill hollows or piss off my superiors. Except Starrk, he's cool. We play poker when he's awake. He's also not a total dick like everyone else seems to be.

I don't understand it really, I mean seriously Ulquiorra; get the pinecone somebody evidently shoved up your ass out. Your nonexistent attitude pisses me the fuck off.

Well… I guess this is my firs entry or some shit like that. Aizen is calling another meeting; apparently something big is going on.

I hope we don't have to drink his piss water he calls tea.

Grimmjow heaved a chest aching sigh and closed his little black book, tossing his pen so it landed directly on top of it as he stood. Running his hands through his thick locks of unruly sky blue hair, he swaggered towards the meeting room, taking as much time as he wanted. Seeing the enraged look on Tousen's face was worth the condescending look and sarcastic, biting remark on his tardiness from Aizen.

Entering the great white hall, he inwardly cringed at the sight of tea cups set on the table. Damn.

Taking inventory as he leisurely strolled to his seat, he noticed that the pink haired freak was no where in sight. Not that it mattered, it's just that Grimmjow liked to be the last person to arrive to these nice little get togethers Aizen so generously held for them.

Pulling his chair out, making sure to scrape it along the floor so it created as much of that ear-splitting screeching noise as possible, he shot a glance at Tousen just in time to see the vein pop in his forehead and his face mar into an ugly mask of rage. It was perfect.

"Grimmjow, please refrain from trying to draw as much attention to yourself as possible," Ahh, here it was, the verbal lashing from the pseudo-god perched on his almighty throne,"We understand that your ego needs to be fed in order for you to function, but now is no the time or place for it."

"Please forgive me, Lord Aizen." Grimmjow said casually, as he leaned back in his chair, ready to ignore everything the pretentious bastard had to say and maybe catch a quick cat nap like Starrk.

"Alright, I hope everyone has started working on their project I assigned the other day. You should have at least one or two entries to your journal or blog. Now, the reason I have assigned such a project is for an experiment. I would love to be able to perform it on all of you, but Szayel has only been able to create one Embarazada injection at this point in time, and I am eager to get started because the results of this experiment could finalize our place as victors against Soul Society.

"So, unable to decide which one of my beloved Espada shall become the test subject," Grimmjow sat up, at the mention of possibly becoming part of whatever Aizen had in store for them, "I chose the most fair and random way to choose who would participate that I could come up with. If you noticed, there is a black top hat," He said, motioning to the hat that was sitting in front of him,"at the head of the table. I will reach in and pull out a piece of paper that has one of your names on it." All eyes were on Aizen's hand as it reached into the little black hat that would decide one of the Espada's fates.

A slight smirk wormed its way onto Aizen's smug face as he looked up and locked eyes with someone standing in the doorway, "It's Grimmjow."

And in a flash, the pink haired freak that was missing earlier was behind a very startled and confused Grimmjow, jabbing a very sharp looking needle filled with some clear substance into his neck.

"WHAT THE FUCK'RE Y-"Grimmjow had begun to yell as he grabbed the side of his neck with one hand, and the eight Espada's own throat with the other when his world went black.

Szayel rubbed his throat and looked up to see nothing but faces filled with shock. Nnoitra managed to shut his gaping mouth and stutter out, "What tha hell just happened?"

"While our dear Grimmjow is out, I will fully explain what is going to happen during the next nine months." Aizen said with a wicked grin, "Grimmjow has just been selected to be the carrier for the perfect Arrancar child. Szayel has injected him with a serum that will allow him to develop an artificial womb within a matter of minutes. He will be mated with one of you, and give birth."

Aizen stood and made his way over to an unconscious Grimmjow sprawled on the floor, continuing, "He is expected to experience all the same symptoms of pregnant human women." Aizen was greeted with blank stares when he cast his eyes upwards.

"That means he will have extreme moods swings, strange cravings, and his stomach will grow to compensate for all the space the child will take up. My suggestion is to stay clear of him. We don't yet know how he will react to this, so please try and play nice. If things go well, we will more than likely choose another one of you to undergo the same treatment when Szayel creates another dose of Embarazada."

Aizen picked Grimmjow up and placed him in his chair as he said, "I would like you all to take note of this situation and write down your thoughts, feelings, observations, ect. The more data we can collect on this matter, the better. And since we are forcing such a thing upon Grimmjow, we will allow him to choose his mate. Harribel, you are exempt." Nnoitra raised his hand. "And if you're thinking, 'Why go to such a great extent, why not just choose Harribel in the first place' she is just as unable to bear children as men normally are. Had her name been chosen from the hat, she would've been injected with the serum as well."Nnoitra's hand joined his other one in his lap once again.

"If Grimmjow does… Bless you with the opportunity to become his mate, then visit Szayel, he will give you some items to ensure that the coupling is pleasurable for you both. That is all, you are dismissed." The Espada still sat in a mixture of stunned and uncertain silence.

"Unless you would like to stay in order enjoy the temper tantrum Grimmjow is bound to throw when we give him the news…" Aizen sighed lightly as the hall emptied much faster than usual.

xxxxxx

A few moments later, Grimmjow woke with a splitting headache and an odd heavy feeling in his abdomen, like he had swallowed a rock or something. Groaning he gingerly lifted his head from the large white table to find he was the only Espada left in the meeting hall.

Sighing as the headache began to let up, he rested his hand on his stomach, and froze.

His hole. The part of him that made him hollow. It was gone. Filled with flesh.

His head snapped up to see Aizen still sitting on his throne, chuckling slightly.

"What the fuck is going on? Where is my hollow hole? Why did that lab creep stab me?" Grimmjow rasped out.

"Just relax, and I will explain everything." And Aizen dove into what he had just told all the other Espada.

When finished, Grimmjow just sat still with a hand on his stomach, burning holes into the wall with his intense glare.

"Grimmjow, look at me." Aizen commanded quietly, and the sixth Espada obeyed. What he saw in those swirling blue orbs, was resentment, confusion, anger, and something else he couldn't seem to place. Was it… Fear? He decided to test out his theory.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, Grimmjow." He attempted to soothe the Arrancar, but his words seemed to have the opposite affect.

Grimmjow shot up, sending his chair toppling and smashed a hole in the table, then flipped it over(not before Aizen had a chance to grab his tea cup), and continued to demolish the piece of furniture as Aizen simply sipped his tea, allowing the young hollow to vent his anger. He would have Gin go out later to pick up a new one.

Giving the pieces of what once used to be a functional piece of furniture one last kick for good measure; he whipped around and stormed towards the door.

Yanking the door off its hinges he froze.

"How much time do I have to find a… Mate." Grimmjow spat.

"I will give you two days, including today. If you don't find a mate and become impregnated by tomorrow at midnight, then I will choose for you, and it will be a less than enjoyable experience. Choose wisely, dear Grimmjow. Your mate will be your constant companion for the next nine months; he will protect and care for you. Choose someone reliable, and that you enjoy spending time with, seeing as you will be seeing a lot of each other." Aizen sighed, "Grimmjow, please try and find the silver lining in this. It can be a very pleasurable experience, if you allow it to be."

He could practically feel the heat of Grimmjow's anger as he threw the door that was still in his hand against the nearest wall, smashing both to pieces.

Shooting one last seething glare at Aizen, he made his leave.

"Don't forget to write in your journal!" Aizen called after him, and smiled as he heard another explosion. In his eyes, Grimmjow took it rather well.

xxxxxx

Grimmjow threw himself into his room and onto his large comfortable bed, mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. He really didn't want this. Why couldn't it be someone else?

Mind still racing, he somehow managed to fall into a fitful sleep, unaware of the video cameras silently being activated in his room.

xxxxxx

Szayel was ecstatic, to say the least. This experiment was going to be so much fun! He couldn't wait to get a hold of Grimmjow's journal. Getting inside people's heads, be it psychologically or physically, was one of his favorite hobbies. He would die if he got to do an autopsy on Grimmjow after the experiment was through, but he knew Aizen wouldn't approve. If this was a success, and Szayel was positive it would be, then Aizen would want him to continue to reproduce, to make more little Grimmjows. Szayel shuddered at the thought of more than one blue haired brute running around Los Noches.

Ah well, Szayel thought as he turned to the monitors surveying Grimmjow's quarters ready to take notes of anything and everything, I'm doing this for science.

xxxxxx

Waking from his unsatisfying slumber the next morning, Grimmjow touched his lower abdomen, to see if it had all just been a nightmare. And much to his chagrin, it wasn't, his hollow hole was still gone. In order to contain… Grimmjow gulped audibly, a baby. His baby.

"Fuck my life."

Grimmjow stood, deciding that a hot shower would be best.

Stripping, he examined himself in the mirror, running his hands over his stomach. There was no life in him.

Yet.

The thought triggered a torrent of emotions in him that he couldn't handle. Grimmjow wrapped both hands around his middle and hunched over, attempting to curl into a ball as he dry heaved.

Landing hard on his knees on the smooth, cold tile floor next to the toilet and emptied the contents of his stomach.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening…

This IS happening.

Grimmjow adapted a robotic like state, his body going through the functions of washing himself, yet not completely registering it.

Somewhere, in the hot, steam –filled bathroom, Grimmjow accepted his fate.