Paper Flowers
Summary: Ichigo, a neko, works at a daycare for a company. Pretty much a child himself, things change when the manager, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques starts to supervise him.
A Bleach Mpreg Fanfic
Author's note: Hi.
Chapter 1
"Alex sit down." Ichigo sighed when Alex just smiled at him, picking up a toy, his eyes never leaving his. He always liked to test how far he could push it, and like usual Ichigo was not up to let him see.
"Can you please put that away?" Alex nodded, walking over to the play area and putting away the toy. He came back to him, Ichigo pointing to the table. Alex, despite his actions usually obeyed, a little gentlemen his mother called him.
"Sit down please." Alex finally did, Ichigo trying not to scream out in joy. Alex was a smart two year old, he just pretended he didn't understand. Chiharu, and Eiji had already sat down, playing with their bibs as they waited.
They were all smart, it sometimes got to the point though Ichigo forgot how old they really were.
Eiji was the youngest at eighteen months, Chiharu the second oldest at twenty months, and Alex the oldest at two years. Ichigo loved these kids, but sometimes he wanted to just bang his head into a wall.
If Daisuke had been here today,, it would have been even worse. The sixteen month old just loved to irritate him. And he lived for crying about everything.
"You're good with them." Ichigo grunted, looking to Rukia. She was one of the main staff, a tad higher in ranking than him. She went over to the food the helper, Rangiku, brought out. She prepared their plates as he put on Alex's bib, placing out a block chair for her and one for himself.
He didn't really like to supervise them eating, but he had to be there incase one of them choked.
He saw Alex and Eiji kicking each other beneath the table, frowning in displeasure. He pulled back Eiji's chair, both boys looking to him as Chiharu eyed down the food.
"No kicking," he scolded, needing his point to get across. He scooted Eiji back against the table, the toddler's guilty frown replaced by a smile. He didn't kick anymore, and neither did Alex.
He sat down on the opposite side of the table by Alex, the little boy slitting his eyes to him with a sneaky smile.
Ichigo almost wanted to just leave.
Diaper change after lunch.
"Your so lucky you get to leave early." Ichigo didn't think so, it meant less money for him. Rukia passed out the plates of food, the kids getting oranges and bread with lasagna. Alex went straight for the oranges, only really eating his fruits. He was a picky eater, sometimes not eating at all.
They called him mister mister so he didn't notice they were talking about him, usually stopping in his actions when people pointed out what he did.
Chiharu consumed everything, nothing on her plate left untouched. Eiji was the same, but he didn't seem to like the bread too much. Ichigo agreed with his judgment, it looked a little funny.
"Are you hungry?" Rukia made herself a plate to demonstrate to the kids how they should eat, Ichigo shaking his head. He didn't want to eat the babies food, it felt like a sin.
"I leave at two, I'll eat lunch then." His stomach growled, going against what he had said. No doubt he was hungry, but he would wait. He eyed down the clock, wanting it to go faster. It was a little past twelve, Ichigo sighing.
This was going to take forever.
He looked to the door when it was opened, his eyes widening.
A tall man opened the door, his blue hair spiked up, a large chunk of it spiked to the side. His skin was a tad lighter than Ichigo's tan skin, his body clad in a seemingly tight fitting shirt.
A gold rolex was around his wrist, three rings decorating his fingers. If anything he was intimidating. A tall, dark, intimidating, walking sex machine.
His blue eyes looked to him, a smirk stretching his lips.
Ichigo quickly looked away, his eyes slitting to Rukia. He hadn't want his thoughts to go there but they did. He wasn't sure if Rukia noticed his discomfort or if she realized it was the manager of the company, but she quickly got to her feet.
She put down her plate, going to great the man who just walked in. Ichigo looked to Chiharu, moving her plate closer to her. She just started to eat faster.
"Mr. Jeagerjaques, welcome, are you here to supervise?" Ichigo didn't think the boss was the supervisor. Mr. Jeagerjaques owned the company, Ichigo was sure he had better things to do.
"Yes, I was in the area." Ichigo tried not to shiver at the man's deep voice, many things he didn't think would happen igniting in his body.
To divert his thoughts he looked to the kids, Alex pointing at his plate where the oranges had been.
"Morah," he told him, Ichigo looking to the other food he didn't touch. Rukia was usually the one to give them food but he stood anyway. He didn't really expect much from him, but Alex had to learn sooner or later that he couldn't survive only on fruit.
He picked up the bowl of oranges, Chiharu looking to him. She had ate almost everything on her plate, her brown eyes just seeming to watch him.
"Here," Ichigo whispered, spooning up some oranges, bending down and putting them on Alex's plate. He felt someone walk behind him, a hand fleeting as it touched his ass. He stood up quickly, moving away from Mr. Jeagerjaques who was inspecting the food.
Did he do it by accident?
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Ichigo forgot how to speak in a span of five seconds, Rukia doing it for him.
"This is Ichigo, he helps me with the kids during the day."
Ichigo didn't want to outright accuse him of molesting him, the space rather small anyway. He gave some more oranges to Eiji and Chiharu, forgetting the touch. He put the bowl down as Rukia and Mr. Jeagerjaques talked, tuning in to their conversation.
"Who is the one that's allergic to carrots?" Rukia looked to Alex who Ichigo sat by, the man's eyes meeting his own. Ichigo looked away, looking to Eiji who had stopped eating. He just sat there, his eyes closed.
"Eiji?" He called, Eiji not even looking to him. Ichigo caught him when he almost fell forward, Rukia gasping.
"Is he hurt?" She asked, Ichigo picking him up. He was just asleep, Ichigo a tad glad for that.
"He's just sleeping."
"Well then, let me leave so he can rest."
Ichigo felt his eyes on him, a weight unlike any other making him freeze in place. He relaxed when he heard the door close, holding Eiji as Rukia got out his mat.
"Oh my god, I was so scared," Rukia whispered, Ichigo almost gasping for breath himself. He nodded, feeling his phone vibrate. He looked to the time, remembering suddenly he was going to leave early today.
"Thank you for everything," Rukia breathed, Ichigo nodding with a smile.
"I actually get to leave early today," he informed her as she gave Chiharu more food. She asked Alex to eat his other food, but he seem disinterested.
"Why?" She asked as he went to the office to get his things, Ichigo smirking secretly. Today was his birthday and Renji wanted to take him to the club. His old friend was a bartender, and many times he had snuck in Ichigo to avoid the long lines.
"Doctors appointment."
He left with a wave, exiting the room. In bright letters it said infant care on the walls, Ichigo snorting softly. He walked to the elevator, pressing the down button. The doors opened only seconds later, Ichigo walking in.
"Hold the door!" Ichigo did on instinct, his eyes widening when he saw Mr. Jeagerjaques walk inside. He let go of the door, the doors closing. He pressed the first floor, Mr. Jeagerjaques leaning over and pressing for the garage.
"Hello, Ichigo."
Ichigo was suffocating, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He nodded, clearing his throat to push down the lump.
"Mr. Jeagerjaques," he replied, feeling him get closer.
"Call me Grimmjow." Ichigo looked to him, nodding awkwardly. He looked away, his pants feeling a tad tight when Grimmjow leaned down and whispered into his perked ear.
"Can I call you Strawberry?"
This man could not have known how bad he loved to be dominated. His words weren't direct, but with eyes alone he made him shake, Ichigo wanting to be pushed against the wall and taken without mercy.
These were all his thoughts though, his perverted thoughts he needed to control. Ichigo was kind of glad he couldn't read his thoughts, having a feeling he would gladly indulge.
"No, Mr. Jeagerjaques. My name is Ichigo." The elevator doors opened, Ichigo glad to step out to the first floor. Grimmjow stayed in the elevator, a smirk on his lips.
"Ichigo!" The elevator doors closed, Ichigo relaxing as he looked to his friend Renji.
"Lets go, we have to get your medicine!" He was rather loud with his words, everybody looking over. Ichigo quickly walked towards him, his head down in mock embarrassment.
In truth he couldn't be more excited. His so called medicine consisted of a long line of shots, Ichigo and Renji exiting the building.
"How were the kids today?" Renji asked, Ichigo smirking as they walked to Renji's Cadillac.
"Good, I left just before Chiharu was about to have her temper tantrum." They got into the car, Ichigo almost clapping in glee as they drove away from the tall building.
'Billboard' it was called, a large, well known manga company. Ichigo didn't know how to draw, but to work there paid him more than having two jobs.
He loved kids no doubt, but he would be lying if he didn't say it was also for the money.
"So, where do you want to go first?" Renji asked, Ichigo grinning wide. They went to a cosplay store first, Ichigo biting his lower lip.
There was only one person he wanted to be, walking down the aisles. He stopped at one particular one, a grin stretching his lips.
It was from an anime called 'Me!'. Renji never understood his obsession with it, but Ichigo didn't need him to. Renji was as straight as a pencil, but Ichigo was as bent as a broken one.
Ichigo was mesmerized with lesbians, everything about them. 'Me!' was all about two girls who liked the same girl, but the girl they both liked, Kira, was dating her boyfriend of two years named Seji.
The two lesbians dress up as men, only it was slutty and exotic and instead of falling for one, Kira liked them both. He was waiting for the next book, wanting to know if the lesbians, Sora and Nora would get Kira to go out with them.
He was hoping for a plot twist in when Seji dies.
He picked out Nora's original outfit when she's not dressed like a guy, smiling wide.
She wears thigh high ripped stockings, shorts that are just below her ass. To make it seem more manly she wears a long, short sleeved shirt that reaches just above her thighs.
They even included her thong!
Ichigo felt his day could only get better.
:::+:::
"Renji!" Ichigo stopped walking abruptly, his eyes wide in fear when Renji's boss came from his office. He stormed towards them, Ichigo feeling he was going to murder them.
"Sir I swear-!"
"You already know that all new dancers come through me first!"
Ichigo thought he was going to die.
His boss looked to him, Ichigo shrinking back.
"I'm n-"
"I hope you dance good, we have a large audience today." Ichigo looked to Renji who shrugged with a sheepish grin. Ichigo frowned, hoping he wouldn't have to.
There were more than just him, right?
"I'll put you first tonight. And..."
He looked over his attire, Ichigo narrowing his eyes.
He was not wearing a silly outfit.
"Keep on what your wearing, just remove the shirt before you go on stage." His boss left with that, Ichigo turning away. Renji grabbed his arm, Ichigo looking to him sharply.
"You told me the coast was clear!" He hissed, Renji dragging him to the dressing rooms.
"We'll be kicked out if you don't do it!"
Renji threw open the dressing room doors, Ichigo freezing when a bunch of men stopped in their conversations and looked to him.
"Boys, we need help."
Ichigo was stripped of his shirt, designs painted from his face and down to his chest. He looked like a slutty version of Mardi Gras, Ichigo shaking when his shoes were took off and replaced with heals.
He wouldn't tell, but he had already knew how to wear them.
He was pushed down a hallway, Ichigo freaking out. He felt like peeing himself, his legs shaking.
"Think of it like dancing in front of your mirror," one of the boys told him, a good luck shot poured down his throat.
"Have fun!"
He panted as he stood just beyond the stage, his heart pounding in his chest.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him.
"Welcome our new flesh with hollers everybody, say hello to Strawberry."
Ichigo forced himself to move, glancing to the audience. He walked with confidence, his tail balancing him out. He tried not to listen to the hollers and whistles of the crowd, the alcohol slowly seeping through. He didn't have a routine but knew to keep it slow, his song Wicked Games by The Weekend. It was American, but even so it built up his buzz, Ichigo dancing through most of the song with slicked ease.
He pressed back against the pole, bracing his arms up, his fingers lightly touching the pole. He slid down slowly, spreading his legs to show the crowd the thong he wore in more detail. He didn't remember when he took off his shorts but it didn't matter, men wagging money at him.
His eyes met shocking blue. Grimmjow was in the crowd, a wide smirk on his face.
Ichigo got down to all fours, stalking towards him. Grimmjow waved a note in his face, Ichigo rising up to his knees. Grimmjow put it into his thong, his fingers fleeting over his member.
Ichigo slowly got to his feet, his song ending. He gathered his money and clothes, running off the stage.
He promptly used the restroom.
He put back on his clothing in the dressing room, congratulated by the other dancers.
He counted how much money he had, his eyes widening.
Thirty seven thousand yen!
He took off his heels, giving them to the dancer who lent them to him. He winked at him, Ichigo blushing. He left the dressing room, walking back to the back room where Renji was. He could buy a few more outfits.
"Thanks for playing along with it J."
Ichigo stopped, his eyes narrowing.
"He dances well, sad I already have enough dancers."
Ichigo almost growled, walking into the room.
"Renji... What are you two talking about?"
Ichigo was going to murder.
They set him up!
He stripped in front of his boss... The same guy he turned down only hours before.
Renji smiled sheepishly.
"Happy birthday...?"
Author's note: So, Ichigo is extreme OC, and Grimmjow is already on his tail. And manga 'Me!' was made up, but the song Wicked Games is real.