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I thought I would throw this out there, but what would you guys think if I made this universe open to mpreg, although I wont have any detailed pregnancy, it will merely be in passing, be warned I have never written anything of the like before.
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WARNING: slight spoilers for chapter 578 and before… sorta.
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Princes' Lament
Chapter Two: Introductions
When I was informed the wedding was in a week's time I thought I would be fortunate enough to have most of the week at my estate. Unfortunately my father had other plans. After the roof top conversation with Shinji I went to my room, my father was waiting for me, sitting in one of the twin chairs by the fireplace. He kept his eyes downcast as I walked in, hunched over, elbows on his knees, his fingers clasped in front of him. His back stiff and shoulders full of tension. He didn't like doing this to me, and I didn't like him for it. He was my father, I would always love him.
"I wish I didn't have to throw you into this, I'm sorry Ichigo." The sincerity in his voice made me hate myself for ever being angry with him, I know this isn't his first choice. In times of impending war, sacrifices have to be made.
"I get it old man, nothing can be done now." I sigh, sitting in the opposite chair from him in front of a dead fireplace.
"I don't want you marrying a stranger, so I arranged for you to travel to Aizen's kingdom tomorrow to spend time to get to know the prince." I scowl but say nothing at the news. As much as I dislike it, I see the logic behind the decision.
"Will I be traveling alone?" I inquire. By now my father has accepted that I won't travel by carriage. It is long and strenuous on my nerves, and I haven't ever been the most patient of people. Riding with a few other riders is more time efficient.
"The Captain and Lieutenant of the 6th Regiment will be riding with you." My father responds, he has leaned back and appears more comfortable in the chair, but his eyes never look at me. He continuously stares into the empty fireplace. I smile at the news, Renji will be a fun travel companion, Byakuya is alright, once he's away from the watchful eyes of his family. When I finally catch my dad's eye I give him an uncharacteristically small smile to comfort him some. I see a little of the old light return to his eyes and he smiles back.
"Your sisters and I will travel later in he week, closer to the wedding day." I nod in understanding; as much as I'd hate to leave I know it's for the best. The two of us sit a little longer in silence both absorbed in our own thoughts.
I stare at my father all the while. I barely know him like this. The impending war is taking a toll on him, its obvious. At this moment I wish for the wedding to be sooner, hoping that when the assurance of Azien as an ally is solidified he will become more himself. Driving me crazy at every turn, overreacting at every little thing in a comical way. Just to be happier. To be more the man I knew. And maybe one day reclaim his throne from the Steward of the Seireitei. My father renounced his kingship when my mother died all those years ago, and his Father Yamamoto once again became king, until his untimely death. At this time my father still refused to take back the throne and named Shunsui Kyoraku steward. The choice was a smart one, my father isn't one for responsibility, and although Shunsui isn't much better at least he has Ukitake to straighten him out as well as their daughter Nanao Ise.
"You will be up early tomorrow, my son. Get some rest, the road is long." My father breaks our amicable silence and stands. I stand as well. He walks out the door without another word. I blow out the lamps by door, and around the room, using a single candle to walk back to my bed. I set it on the bedside table and get under the covers, blowing it out as I pull the blankets up. I settle into my bed, horribly aware this will be the last night in my own bed.
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I curse at whoever dares to open the heavy curtains to let the light in. I groan and burry my head under my numerous pillows, I hear my two bed mates whimper and groan their own displeasure.
"Get up you lazy offe." My friends voice resounds through my room, I crack an eye open seeing Starrk looking way to smug. What a hypocritical fucker. Calling me lazy. If I weren't so hung over I would surely punch his face. He knows this, and uses my moment of inebriated weakness to kick me when I'm down. He kicks my night companions out, which I am thankful for. He plops down on the bed beside me, not bothered by my nakedness, and brings up the whole reason I'm intoxicated in the first place.
"I hear you're getting hitched." I groan and try to become one with my pillows. It had been two nights ago that I was awoken rudely and told of my impending doom. The news of it was bound to travel quickly.
"A raven came last night from Seireitei. Your beloved leaves today to come here, isn't that exciting." Starrk drabbles on. I really hate his guts at the moment; I should've known the only reason he would get out of bed so early is to torment me. I'm in no mood to put up with his shit, what I really need is a nice rough fuck. As if on cue I hear my room door open, I look up hoping for one of the young impressionable servants. I am disappointed when my old nanny walks in. I growl lowly.
"Oi Noni, grab me that tailor kid. The one with black hair and glasses." I garble out over the blankets at her. She nods and heads to leave.
"Better call someone else, I'm sure Uryu is busy helping to make your wedding garments." Starrk calls after her. I sigh in annoyance, I haven't had a taste of the young man yet, and his tight ass is so tempting in those tight breeches he always wears. I sink back into the covers, by now I don't really care as long as they have a nice ass.
"So… what are you going to do?" Starrk asks in all seriousness.
"Hmmm, nothing. Marry the brat." I respond turning to look over at him. He has a pensive look on his face.
"And that's it, you're gonna say your vows and nothing will change, you're gonna continue to sleep around?" I snort at him. He can't be serious.
"Psh of course, who do you think your talking too." I grin at him manically, we're both quite wild when it comes to night companions, I don't know why he's asking such nonsense.
"You don't think you'll ever settle down, you know have only one. Some one special." He continues to stare at the ceiling in contemplation.
"…You're gettin' awfully sentimental…" I remark carefully. He only hums in response. He stays with me till a knock on the door announces my next source of entertainment, and he leaves through a side door.
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Renji, Byakuya and I have been traveling for nearly 5 hours when we choose to take a rest. We settle near a stream, a stones toss away from the road. We are making good time, and will probably reach Hueco Mundo this evening, and another journey's ride to the Castle located on the most eastern point of the Kingdom, on a isolated island accessible solely by the kings road. The air is crisp and refreshing, making the mood of our party all the more pleasing. Captain Kuchki (as he insists on being called) scouts out the area looking for small game to have as lunch. Leaving Renji and I to converse.
"How'ya doin'" he asks, looking at me with his head tilted, as if he is some sort of dog.
"Peachy." I respond curtly. I know where he is taking this conversation and its not some place I appreciate. Renji, thankfully gets the message. He stands up and walks over to where we tied the horses. He grabs his Zanpakuto, I get the message and stand up to grab mine. I could use a sparring session to relieve myself of the tension I feel. The closer we get to Hueco Mundo the more the situation solidifies itself into reality. I need release.
We spar until Byakuya comes back with 3 rabbits; he calls Renji over to cook them, while he takes over the sparring releasing his own frustration, which I bet is mostly sexual, although he would gut me for thinking such things. It's so obvious, its funny.
Much of our journey repeats the same pattern, when night had fallen the first day we camped the night under the night sky admiring the starry sky. However this night, we had hoped to be at the castle by the ocean by now, but heavy rains prevented us from traveling for a few hours on our second day. The ominous sky on the horizon doesn't hold much promise of making it to the palace unscathed. When asked if I would prefer to make camp and make the rest of the short journey the following day, I decided to take our chances. By the time the rain had started we had reached the kings road that lead to the island. It was bare and wide enough for a carriage to cross easily but offered no protection from the weather. It wasn't long till we were all socked and shivering in the saddles.
The rain makes the road muddy, the horse's hooves digging deeply into the ground, leaving an impressive tract in our wake that was quickly washed away by the heavy rains. The water around the road was rising and was getting dangerously close to covering the road. We spur our horses on to quicken the pace. The palace nearing with every stride, we reach the end of the road, and wait for the drawbridge to drop. The guards atop the towers yell orders, trying to be heard over the howling wind.
We enter the courtyard of the palace, and are ushered in quickly. We are informed that the King and Prince have retired for the evening. And will have breakfast with us the following morning. I sigh in relief happy for the further postponement of our meeting. We are escorted to our rooms, and given spare clothes since all our baggage we had brought is as wet as we are.
In my room I strip myself of my wet clothes, wrapping a sleeping robe around myself, I travel down a couple halls to the adjoining bathhouse. I carry my fresh clothes with me anxious to get the grime of the journey off my skin. I open heavy doors, pushing them open releasing the salty aroma of ocean water and warmth I've learned to associate with bathing. Upon emerging from the changing rooms and sauna I hear splashing and voices, intrigued of who could be bathing at this time of night I venture in further. I admire the beautiful room, long columns surround the room supporting a mosaic ceiling, and an open glass canopy reveals the stormy night sky above.
A primal growl and erotic scream break me from my trance, I look at the water shocked at what I see. A petit man with shoulder length black hair is bent over the edge of the bath, his back arched and supporting another man with electric blue hair. The raven haired man has his face resting in his arms crossed on the tile floor, and his lover has his face hidden in the smaller mans shoulders. I nearly drop my scented oils and bar of soup at the sight of them. Before either of them notices my presence I run out, gathering my things and bolt back to my room. That night I lay in bed flustered and hot, remembering the domineering growl I heard.
I am woken the next morning by an attendant and am given clothes to change into. I dare not venture back to the bathhouse blushing simply at the memory of what I witnessed. I follow the servant down to the dining room where I am to finally meet my future husband, and the King who insisted on the marriage. When I arrive Byakuya and Renji are already seated and conversing with two men. A man with brown hair oiled back from his face is seated at the head of the table; another man with silver hair and a mischievous smile sits on his left. I assume they are King Aizen and his partner Gin. They smile when they notice me. I sit down in a chair the servant has pulled out for me.
"I trust you slept well?" Aizen asks in a conversational tone. I blush slightly, remembering my vivid dreams from the night. Aizen smirks as I answer with a nod not trusting myself to speak. Before more can be spoken the door to the room slams open loudly. The man that walks through is disheveled and ill dressed. However what catches my eye is his hair, although lighter now that it is no longer weighed down with moisture I recognize it immediately. I feel the blood run to my face upon recognizing him.
"Ah Grimmjow, nice of you to finally join us," Aizen says in a flat tone. I feel my eyes widen at the name and the blood that once warmed my face drains.
"Prince Ichigo, this is my son Prince Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."
BAM there you have it. remember to lemme know about the mpeg thing, ill tally up the reviews for each side the one with the most wins.
