Hi, Nick Austin here. This is my first GrimmIchi fanfic, so I want reviews by the end of this. lol, no pressure. I'll just give a lil background info on the creation of this fanfic. I was toying with the idea of baby and Grimmjow and Ichigo but I dislike Mpregs very much. This is just a prototype though. I'm working on another one with a possible same main idea. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish Grimmjow and Ichigo to get together it's Tite Kubo who's gonna decide.
Warning: MxM/ GrimmIchi is my Bleach religion!/ May or may not have yaoi later but for now it's really tame...uhh, except for language.
Edit (28/08/2019) : Correcting typos and such. Nothing new to add people!
That fucking asshole! He didn't have to hit so hard and then blame me. He was the one who started it-
A shrill cry stopped Ichigo from his silent musing. The hand that was caressing his bruised cheek slowly lowered itself to his side and he paused in his walk. It wasn't weird to hear such sound especially since it was night time and the road he used to get home was deserted.
Maybe that was a baby cat, he thought resuming his walks. Grimmjow had once again barged into his house that evening and dragged him to the local bar, U.K's, not listening to his very loud refusal. Ichigo had reasoned that he had to meet with Professor Yoruichi early the next day about something and did not want to be late, and with a bad case of hangover to boot. But Grimmjow was adamant. As mentioned, he didn't take 'no's and he certainly was a pusher.
So a few hours prior they were at the bar with some of their friends, Chad, Ishida, Renji, Rukia, Orihime, and Tatsuki, drinking to their hearts' content. Ten minutes into the action, Ichigo and Grimmjow had begun their first fight and it was about who was the smarter of the two. Ishida unintentionally brought the subject up and the carrot top and blunet was sprawled on the ground fighting over the title of the smartest between them. As always, no one won and the drinking resumed. Ten minutes later found them once again at each other's neck and it was about whom was the manlier of the two…uh, Grimmjow started it. Then they were drinking again and talking and ten minutes later they were at it again. After that the rest of their friends opted to place the two as far away as possible but it didn't work since they were on the opposite sides of a square table. Ichigo had jumped across it to hit Grimmjow after another nonsense remark from the blunet.
Around midnight, the rest of the gang felt like half of their lives went down the drain just by trying to keep the two off of each other. They decided that it was time to go home and the two had agreed while staring daggers at each other. How the two were the best of pals, no one can answer.
Another cry startled Ichigo out of his musing. He was just caressing his very injured left arm when the cry took him by surprise. He stopped walking altogether. His brows wrinkled further.
That sounded almost… human, he thought with a frown, and it was louder than before.
Deciding that the night was playing tricks on his mind he continued walking. He passed an alleyway which had a big dumpster with loads of trash and there it was again. This time, he was sure it was human and much to his shock it belonged to a baby. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the cry again. It was louder but also weaker. Abandoning all reason, he headed to the source of the cry, it was on the other side of the dumpster.
On the dirty floor was a bloody blanket which was wrapped around a small figure with skin so pale that it resembled marble but, the baby was alive. It moved it arm weakly and cried again. Ichigo who had been rooted to the floor upon the sight rushed to pick the infant. It was stone cold.
Ichigo wanted to panic. Instead, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around the infant, a baby girl he realized. The baby cried again but Ichigo hushed her softly.
"Its okay baby, it'll be alright," he spoke softly. Now what do I do? He thought. The sanest decision would be to turn around and head to his father's clinic instead of going back to his house, but he didn't want his old man to fuss about his state of being. He was pretty banged up after all. The baby cried weakly this time, almost as if she was at the end of her life.
Not allowing a single thought enter his mind, Ichigo let his body run on autopilot as he ran all the way to his father's clinic.
"Dad, open up. I need your help!" Ichigo slammed on his father's bedroom door. He didn't bother knocking when he arrived. He had the keys after all and he was in a hurry. "Dad, get up!" Ichigo shouted.
"Ichigo my son, you came home to your papa!" Isshin jumped on his son only to have a face full of foot in mid-leap.
"Stop messing around goat face. I really need your help as a doctor now!" Ichigo shouted with a hint of frustration and panic in his voice. Isshin was used to every quirk Ichigo had and he knew if his son had panic lacing his tone then it meant he was very serious. In a second, Isshin was on his feet with a very serious expression.
"What's the problem?" Isshin asked and his eyes bulged at the state of his son. Yeah, he didn't see the bundle in Ichigo's arms. "Did you break a rib? Or an arm? Shit, let's go to the clinic," Isshin said but Ichigo shook his head.
"No, not me goat chin. It's her," Ichigo showed his father the bundle. Isshin tilted his head in confusion.
"Uh, what's wrong with your jacket?"
"Not my jacket old man! It's the baby in it!" Ichigo said in frustration as he showed the angelic but bloody face of the baby to his father. "I found her beside a dumpster on my way back to my house. She was freezing and I think she's dying. Please help her," Ichigo said desperately. Isshin didn't waste a single moment after listening to Ichigo's tale. One look at the baby told him how much damage was on the infant. He took the child from Ichigo and headed straight for the clinic without a single word.
"Ichi-nii? Is that you?" A familiar voice took him out of his trance. He turned his head to his right and saw his petite auburn-haired sister standing on the doorway of her bedroom rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Sorry, did I wake you up Yuzu?"
"With all that banging I'll be surprised if half the town is still asleep," someone sneered behind Yuzu as an ebony haired girl came out of the same room.
"It was an emergency, Karin. I had to wake him up somehow and you know how he gets once he's asleep," Ichigo explained to the twins. Karin shrugged as both made their way towards their brother. Together they went down to the living room and slumped on the sofa set.
"So, care to share what happened?" Karin injected. Feeling a tad bit hesitant for a moment Ichigo relayed the tale of the baby girl he found by the dumpster.
"There was so much blood and she was as white as a paper and when I picked her up she was so cold," Ichigo said, "I couldn't just leave her there to die." He sighed.
"You did the right thing Ichi-nii; dad will do whatever he can for her. Don't worry," Yuzu said softly to her brother. Ichigo nodded and the silent spell blanketed over them. Ichigo used the time to think about what he just did.
Shit, I could've gotten her to a hospital instead of here. Why the hell didn't I think about that before I came here? Damnit.
You didn't exactly had time ta think ouja, Ichigo mentally froze. His other personality, Shirosaki, had suddenly come into play.
Ichigo had had Shirosaki in his head for as long as he could remember. His father had thought that Shirosaki was just an imaginary friend Ichigo had made up but when Shirosaki did not vanish till after he started schooling, he had thought that possibly Shirosaki was more than just imaginary. It became even more obvious that Shiro was a split personality Ichigo had unconsciously manifested when he struck down a very big and fat bully at school for making fun of his king's hair- and his mother's death.
Fuck, why are you here Shiro? I don't want to deal with you, you asshole.
Now, now king. Calling yerself names ain't healthy,
I called you an asshole,
Tha's what I said. I am ya or didja forget? Hehe. A vein popped on Ichigo's temple.
What do you want Shiro?
Nothin'. I'm just yer conscious.
Bullshit! I tried getting rid of you for years! Consciousnesses don't try to take over the dominant's body! Ever since the bully incident, Ichigo and his father had tried numerous methods to be rid of Shiro but none ever worked.
Aww, I was just shittin' withcha king. And as fer yer question I think ya know why I'm here.
What? How the hell am I supposed to know why you suddenly popped into my head again?
Fine, I'll tell ya. I'm always gonna come when eva ya made a stupid decision. Or at least what ya think is stupid. Ichigo frowned.
The hell stupid decision did I make?
The baby, king. Ya think ya made a stupid decision so now I'm here ta help ya with it.
Fuck off, I don't need your help, Ichigo could mentally hear Shiro scoff. Ignoring the dominant's words, he continued.
So whatcha gonna do with da kid? She ain't got no family since she's abandoned by a dumpster.
What else? I have to give her to the authorities. They'll decide what to do with her, and somehow that thought did not rest well in his head and Shirosaki could very well feel it. He heard Shirosaki chuckle.
Ya sure tha's watcha wanna do ouja? Then why're ya hesitatin'?
Shut up Shiro. It's not like I can do anything for her, she's not my kid. That thought made Ichigo fidget. He really didn't like how he sounded.
Course she ain't, yer not even straight thus meanin' ya won't have kids of ya own king.
The hell does that mean? Are you saying that I'm gay? Ichigo was internally shocked and enraged. Who the hell let you decide?
Meh, I know yer gay even if ya don't know it yerself. So what about her? Wanna keep her? Rage left shock all alone in Ichigo's head.
Keep her? He repeated dumbly. Shiro snickered.
Yea, ouja, keep her. Ya know you've been thinkin' 'bout it subconsciously.
That had Ichigo speechless. Maybe he had thought about it without meaning too when he picked the infant from the ground. Maybe that was why he had taken her to his father instead of the hospital which was right beside his house, and his house had been nearer than his dad's clinic.
But this is too damn fast! I've school to think about and my friends and my lectures and-
Save it king. Do ya wanna or not? Before Ichigo had time to answer his father appeared from the door connecting the house to the clinic. On his face was a big smile.
"The baby's safe now. She'll be fine," he announced. Ichigo drew out a sigh of relief.
"Damn I'm tired," Ichigo groaned. Isshin decided to join his son on the couch.
"Well, your room is as it is if you want to stay over," Isshin said but changed his mind when he saw the clock, "On second thought, you are staying here for the night. It's nearly two. Makes no sense to walk home this late."
Ichigo was too tired to object. "Can I see her first?"
"Sure, she's asleep in the baby cot we used to use for Karin," Isshin yawned. "I'll be going to bed now. You too ladies."
"Can't we see the baby first?" Yuzu asked.
"You can see her tomorrow. I'll leave her here for the morning but I'll come back once I'm done with Professor Yoruichi," Ichigo interceded his father. Yuzu's face brightened and Karin just grinned. After ushering the girls' upstairs, Isshin turned to his son.
"I think she was born sometime yesterday morning. If she had been left for a few more hours she would have been dead. You did good son, you saved a life," he said before climbing up the stairs for his own bed. Ichigo smiled to particularly no one as he headed for the clinic.
Color had returned to the infant's skin. He realized that the baby was dressed in one of Karin's baby dresses, his father had dug up the old pile of clothes just for her. He smiled some more as he gently stroked the child's soft cheek and the child turning her head towards his finger in recognition.
Do ya wanna or not?
Well, there you go. It ain't much but I really wish for reviews coz if it's good I'll put on the next part. Help me get reviews!
RnR please!
