Hey! This is Wolfie2500! I have edited this story of corrections and such. I know I haven't been updating the stories fast enough. I have been trying to finish several projects and such, and things start popping out of mid air. I promise I will update as soon as I can. Before I forget I am previously working on a new story called Alliance. It is a Bleach fanfic about an unexpected help from an old friend.

"No this can't be happening," she chanted in her head for she had feared the worst. There she stood in the bathroom of Urahara's shop where she was staying at in the human world. Shock covered her like a coat but was soon replace with fear. She didn't know what to do. This was worse than leaving the Soul Society a century ago. If she were in the Soul Society right now, she would have been scolded by the elders and may even be looked down upon.

She, Shihoin Yoruichi, Princess of the Tenshiheisoban, Former Captain of the 2nd Division, was pregnant. PREGNANT! This would have been a disgrace to her family and clan if they were to find out. They would never look at her the same way and see her as a traitor.

Tears were about to fall from her eyes when she heard a knocking at the door.

"Yoruichi, are you okay in there?" the voice asked. It was Kisuke Urahara.

She jumped at the sound of his voice but immediately calmed down. She knew she needed tell somebody. She can't go through without anybody knowing. She had to tell somebody. She looked towards the door. 'Urahara' she thought. 'He is her best friend, and he will never tell anybody. I hope.' She took a deep breath and walked towards the door. There she saw her friend in his usual outfit: traditional Japanese wooden sandals(geta), a green and white striped bucket hat, a dark green shirt and pants, and a black coat with a white diamond pattern along its bottom half similar to a captain's haori but the exact opposite.

He had a concerned expression on his face as he stared his best friend in the eye. He and Yoruichi are the best of friends ever since they were children and have a relationship like a brother's and sister's. They would tell each other everything and would respect one another. However, there has been quite an uneasy tension that filled the room when she entered the room.

Urahara gave the former Captain a peculiar look. He wanted to help her in some way with the problem that has sadden her. Only if she told him, he would help.

"Yoruichi, is there something wrong? I want to help," he said before she fell into his arms, teas soaking his shirt. Her arms were wrapped around him tightly as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back in small circles trying to calm her down. He let her cry on his shoulder with the many tears running down her face. 'This is unlike her to cry.' he thought. 'I have never seen Yoruichi cry ever since her father passed away. I wonder what is troubling her now.' Her sobs were blurred as she cried into his shirt.

It felt like forever until she had stopped crying. She lifted her head and looked at Urahara. Her usual golden eyes were now tinted pink with tear trails lining her face.

"Urahara, I don't know who to tell," she choked out. She buried her head into his chest, covering her face.

"What do you need to say, Yoruichi," he asked as he rubbed her back in a comforting way.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened in shock but soon closed. He leaned his eyes down with his eyes in the shadow of his hat. She looked up to him, trying to find a reaction. A silence was in the room. Nothing was heard but the everyday business of the outside world.

"Are you going to say anything?" she broke the silence.

"It's okay."

"It's OK! I'm pregnant! Aren't you going to say anything?"

"No, but I do question it."

"What?"

"Who is the father?"

Yoruichi paled at this moment. She looked like a child being reprimanded by their parent. She knew she had to say something so she did.

"It is...uh..."

"Yoruichi, trust me. I won't freak out."

"Promise?" She sounded like an innocent child.

"Promise."

She sighed and look back at Urahara.

"It is Grimmjow."

Time stood still at that very moment. Something flashed in the store owner's eyes. A growl escaped his throat. Yoruichi began to feel fear for her friend but instead didn't show it.

"What did he do to you? Did he force you? Did he hurt you in anyway?" he growled out either fear or rage in his voice. His eyes scanned over her for any injuries.

"Well, not exactly..." She rubbed her legs together sheepishly.

"What do you mean not exactly?"

"Well, I had kind of gave in to him."

"Really? How can you enjoy an arrancar...well...you know...doing it to you!"

"It was just weird you know...I couldn't help it. I am so sorry," she said shaking her head in dismay. She predicted that he would have said something like that.

"It's okay, Yoruichi. It's okay. It's okay." He comforted her as she apologized repeatedly. "I'll be here to support you."

She wiped her tears away with her sleeves and looked back up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Even if you have did the worst thing that can ever happen like right now." She blushed a bright pink. "I will always be by your side. We will always be friends no matter what. If you need any support, I will be here right here."

She hugged him even tighter after he said those comforting words. "Thank you, Urahara. You're the best friend anyone could have."

"You're welcome, and stay here as long as you want."

She smiled at this and hugged him even tighter. He leaned his head down and smiled to. He was happy that she told him what was wrong but was upset that she was pregnant and by an arrancar. However, as her best friend, he would stick by her side no matter what even if it meant taking care of a child with DNA from an arrancar.

~*~*~*~*~Nine months later~*~*~*~*~

There in her room on her floral bed was Yoruichi with two small bundles in each arm. After extruciating pain, screeching, and swearing, she had her twins sleeping in her arms. The first born was a male with a tuft of pale blue hair like his father but golden eyes like his mother. His skin was pale, and he resembled his father with the exception of the jawbone and green markings. His younger sister on the other hand was the exact opposite. She had the mocha skin of her mother and bright violet hair but pale blue eyes like her father. They were so beautiful and smiled happily as she held them close to her.

Urahara stood beside her while he began to play with the little guy that rested in her arms. Tiny arms stretched out to grab the large fingers that were playing with his hair. He chuckled at this and let the little guy grab at his fingers. A warm smile appeared on her face. Her children were so beautiful. They were concieved under unaccounted circumstances, but she didn't care at the moment. They were her children, and she would love them no matter what.

"So," Urahara broke the moment. "What are you going to name them?"

She looked at the little boy.

"He will be named Tatsuya."

She looked at the little girl.

"She will be named Hiromi."

"Those are lovely names for lovely children."

She turned her head to look at Urahara.

"Urahara."

"Yes?"

"I would love to thank you for helping and supporting me through my time in need. I wish I can repay you in some way..."

But Urahara interrupted, "It's okay Yoruichi. I am your best friend, and I promised you I will stay by your side through thick and thin. Also, a promise is a promise."

Tears were about to fall, but she stopped them. She could never find another friend like Urahara, but a thought came into her mind. 'Wouldn't Grimmjow care about his own children if he was to know about him?' she thought. 'No, he wouldn't care. 'He's ruthless and would never care for them or me. He wouldn't want a family to hold him down.' A frown marked on her face. Urahara saw this and rubbed her back. She looked up and smiled.

"It's ok, Yoruichi. I'll be here for you."

"Thank you, Urahara."

"Let me take these two off your hands. You must be tired."

Her mouth opened wide when a yawn escaped her throat.

"You're right. Here." She passed her kids to Urahara who took them in each arm.

"I'll take care of them. Well, night Yoruichi."

"Night." Yoruichi yawned and relaxed against the cotton pillows. She pulled the blankets up to her shoulders and turned her body towards the window. She closed her golden eyes with the thoughts of her children, herself, and Yoruichi.

~*~*~*~*~In another place~*~*~*~*~

The blue haired arrancar was sitting in his room thinking. Thinking hard. Something inside of him was telling him something happened that he should know, but he couldn't figure out what it is. Then, his mind turned over to the shinigami, The shinigami got him inside her cage. He wonder where she was. It has been 9 months since there last confrontation. He knew he shouldn't care, but he has a sudden urge to find her. He ran his fingers through his hair. Thinking about her was killing him. Then, he made his final decision. He was going to find her and see what was wrong with her. At the moment, he shunpoed and began his search for the girl.

~*~*~*~*~3 years later~*~*~*~*~

In the little shop in Karakura town, two innocent children were playing outside with an orange haired teen. The little girl climbed into his lap and played with his fingers while the little boy climbed onto his back and pulled his hair. The teen was really getting irritated but knew what would happen if he scolded them. Their mother would have use him as a scratching post. He grabbed the blue haired boy off his head and placed him on the ground. The little girl giggled when she saw the teen's hair distorted. The carrot top glared at the girl but let it fazed him.

His gaze went over to the boy who was swinging a pole around like a sword performing the basics. He smiled at the young boy's antics. The teen who was obviously Ichigo lifted the 3-years old off of him and walked over to her brother.

"Tatsuya, you are working well for a brat," he told the kid. Tatsuya looked at him but didn't say anything. He looked up at the tall teen and went back to training for the toddler want to become strong. He scruffed the toddler's hair making it flat against his head. Tatsuya glared at him while his sister, Hiromi, who was giggling like a younger sister should.

Hiromi was still smaller than her twin by two inches and was treated like the sister she is. Her hair was to her shoulders with her blue pale eyes a bit deeper in depth. She wore a pink dress with white blossoms lining the bottom of her dress with vines spreading from the white petals. Pink flip-flops were on her small feet with a pink blossom in her bright violet hair. She was shy and innocent. Her brother on the other hand is the opposite.

Tatsuya was taller of the two and was brave and protective of his sister. His hair was cut short behind his ears. It was spiked up and a pale blue with his eyes a cat like gold. He wore a pale blue shirt with a black jaguar on the front and a pair white of baggy pants and white sneakers. He was stubborn and determined like his father.

The twins questioned on where their father is to their mother and their Uncles, but they never answered them. Tatsuya was determined to find the answer but had put it off to the side until later after asking Uncle Urahara for the billionth time. He was currently interested in swordsmanship and began training ever since he was two years old under the watch of Ichigo and Uncle Urahara. He respects Urahara like a mentor and for Urahara became a father figure towards the twins.

Hiromi also taken Urahara as a father figure for he treats her like a daughter and always been there for them. She has taken a liking into performing flash steps like her mother and usually plays tag with her brother. With the act of her shyness, she has taken a liking to Ichigo who is like an older brother.

Ichigo, ever since the twins were born, came everyday or whenever he can to visit the brats in his terms. When they were a couple of weeks old, they came in contact with Ichigo, and he helped take care of them. It took a lot of will power not to lose his temper tantrum on them whenever they threw up on him. When Tatsuya took an interest in swordmanship, Ichigo took him under his wing and taught him the basics with Urahara's assistance.

For Hiromi, he treated her like his sisters and gave her rides on his back. He would take her out to the park a couple of times while also protecting her from the weak hollows that confront him at any time of the day. Orihime would accompany them and play with her also, treating her like the sister she never had. She would play dress up and such and even eat Orihime's...well special...and extraordinary...cooking which she gladly ate with respect. That kind of disgusted Ichigo because he would turn an odd green when he saw Hiromi consume it with a small smile on her face and asking for more.

Meanwhile when Tatsuya was practicing with the pole in his hand, his mother watched him with an eager interest. She smiled a little because she knows that in the near future that he will become a great swordsman. She sighed. A thought crawled into her mind. 'I wonder what Grimmjow is doing now. Does he miss me? Does he still remember?' Her shoulders slumped at her thoughts but straightened whem she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to see Urahara smiling like his old self. She smiled and covered his large hand with her smaller one. They watched the twins as Tatsuya tried to lift Hiromi on his back but failed to falling onto the ground with Hiromi sitting a top his back, both laughing.

~*~*~*~*~In another part of Karakura Town~*~*~*~*~

Grimmjow was in deep thought as he walked through the ripped part of the portal. He was still searching for his feline mistress but was beginning to doubt she was alive. It has been almost four years since he saw her. 'Does she hate me? Why does she hide from me?' he sighed. To ease the agonizing thought that kept on popping out of nowhere, he was going to cause some terror amongst the living. Then, he felt a great spiritual energy not so far. 'Maybe this will ease my mind.' He then shunpoed towards it.

As he got closer, he felt not one but five strong spiritual energies. 'This will be an enjoyable day then.' A smirk graced his face, feeling them get closer and closer. He swiftly passed all of the living beings. He saw them fall or spun onto the ground as they felt the fast rush of wind that passed them which was him. Up ahead a small shop began to formulate ahead where the spiritual energies were radiating from. An evil gleam shined in his eyes when he got closer and closer.

Inside the shop, they felt the odd entity that was near by them and coming in fast. Ichigo went alert, zipping out of his body, Zangetsu ready at hand. Orihime ushered the twins inside a safe room so they don't need to witness what was about to happen. Tatsuya was stubborn as he wanted to know what was going on, but Himori grabbed his arm and pulled him in to the room. Not wanting to argue with his sister, he followed her with Orihime behind.

Ichigo went ooutside and started looking around for the intruder. Then, he saw a flash of blue and looked straight up and saw the last being he wanted to see. It was Grimmjow. A growl escaped Ichigo's throat.

"Why are you here?" he growled out.

"Nice to see you again, Ichigo Kurosaki," said the blue-haired arrancar.

"Why are you here? Did Aizen send you?"

"No. I came here on my own accord. I have come to defeat you in battle."

"Well, bring it on."

"No, Ichigo," a feminine voice both looked towards the entrance of the shop. It was Yoruichi.

Uh oh, Grimmjow confronts Yoruichi for the first time in almost four years! How do you think he feels? How do you think she feels? You'll just have to find out in the next chapter.