Chapter 2

When Ichigo saw his father he didn't know what to do, his father stiffening slightly as he stopped talking to Urahara whose eyes were concentrated on Ichigo and Grimmjow, his eyes lingering on the small bump of Ichigo's stomach. When his father turned and he saw his face, Ichigo was on the verge of tears. His father took a quick glance to Grimmjow but his eyes went straight back to him, his steps heavy as he walked up to him.

"Ichigo?" he said in a disbelieving manner, Ichigo giving him a small smile.

"No i'm dead," he joked, his father smiling as he pulled him into a hug, closing his eyes as he held him close.

"You reek," he told him bluntly, Ichigo's eyes going wide as he pushed him away.

"You haven't seen me for like five months and the best thing you can tell me is that I reek!" Ichigo yelled, his father giving him a sheepish smile.

"But you do, like sex."

Ichigo froze.

"You old pervert!" Ichigo yelled as he punched his father square in the face, his father stumbling back with a laugh.

"There's my son!" he bellowed as he nursed his bruising cheek, Ichigo growled lowly at him.

"Urahara," Renji called, the kimono clad man looking to him, his expression grim.

Grimmjow watched as Urahara led Renji to the backroom, Ichigo and his father arguing too much to notice they had left.

"Whatever old man, just what are you doing here anyway?" Ichigo asked as he crossed his arms, his father perking up at the question.

"Urahara said you were stopping by so I volunteered to let you both stay in my house!" his father informed happily, Ichigo's expression becoming one of horror as Grimmjow froze.

"Dad, that's not such a good idea," Ichigo tried to persuade, his father waving him off as he looked to Grimmjow, his smile falling.

"You will have separate rooms of course," he concluded, Grimmjow clenching his fist but not going against his wishes. He knew he had no right to argue with him after taking his son the way he did. He would have to squirm his way into his favor.

Ichigo sighed as their energies battled, a headache pounding behind his eyes, kicking his father in the head just so the battle would end faster. He wasn't in the mood.

Ichigo looked around his old room with a smile, touching his blue sheets. He walked over to his desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down in it, remembering all those times he would fall asleep here after studying like mad for a test at the local neko school.

He pushed the chair away from the desk and swirled around, spotting Grimmjow standing next to his closet, his large body leaning against it's frame. He seemed a lot bigger now in his small room, Ichigo getting up from the chair and plopping himself onto his bed.

"My dad said you're not allowed in my room," he reminded him, Grimmjow grunting as he looked around, seeming not to care.

"He doesn't want me near you," he corrected, Ichigo rolling his eyes.

"Don't get all pissy when he gets mad at you then for being in here," he told him, Grimmjow sighing.

"Shut up already," he told him, Ichigo sitting up, sitting indian style before shrugging.

"Whatever," he replied, Grimmjow giving him a quick glare at his attitude. He walked over to him, Ichigo watching him silently, his tail moving from side to side lazily, rising up before slapping back down. Grimmjow put his hands on the bed and leaned forward, Ichigo narrowing his eyes.

"Jeagerjaques."

Grimmjow stopped halfway from Ichigo, his head falling before he looked over his shoulder to his father who eyes were narrowed dangerously.

"Your room is over here," he told him, Grimmjow nodding as he rose, Ichigo watching him leave before laying back down, his father closing the door behind him.

Ichigo sighed.

This was going to be the most awkward time of his life.

"She tried to rebirth our savior?" Urahara asked, Renji nodding, his expression grim.

"Bastet had destroyed her body but it has been rumored her soul still lingers in the Underworld," Renji told him, Urahara sighing as he drank some sake.

"Why would they want to rebirth Mafdet? That would cause the world's balance to tilt," Urahara claimed, Renji nodding.

"Rukia had been possessed by a messenger demon, we have yet to dispel it due to what it may know. It had proclaimed in rebirthing our savior, Mafdet, the goddess that gave us everlasting life, would cause the world to be tuned in our favor," Renji told him, Urahara sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"After the first attempt it had awakened many demons we had believed to had before laid dormant. Today, a banshee approached Ichigo and Grimmjow."

Urahara looked up, his eyes disbelieving.

"They have laid dormant for years. Why do they arise now if the world is being tilted in our favor and not theirs?" Urahara asked, Renji shrugging as he drank his sake and stood.

"Byakuya just wanted you to know. The Nobles and the Disciples are coming together in three days time at the Counsel. It would be best if you brought Ichigo," Renji told him, Urahara standing with a sigh.

"I thought you were his bodyguard," Urahara sighed, Renji smirking.

"He was just my responsibility till I got him to you. Now he's yours," Renji told him as he opened the shoji screen and left, Urahara frowning.

He sat back down and poured more sake into his cup, drinking it quickly.

He laid down on the ground, looking up to the ceiling.

He would release Rukia as seeing no one else knew how, but that wasn't the thing that bothered him.

In all the times of war and disaster the other demon's had not participated, so why now, are they finally starting to get involved?

He wanted to go and ask the messenger himself but he knew not even his forms of torture could convince him to speak. He knew he chose Rukia though because of her weakness but he had not expected for him to go as far as actually attempt the rebirth.

That would do a lot more than just tilt the balance.

Ichigo shifted onto his side, his eyes wide open as he stared at the wall. He felt uneasy alone, sleep unable to take him.

He sighed and got up, careful to be quiet as he crept to his door. He pulled it open quietly, looking around before creeping slowly to Grimmjow's room that had originally been Karin's.

"Ichigo."

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of his father's voice, sighing as he turned and faced him. His father didn't look to happy, his arms crossed over his chest as he gave him a disapproving stare.

"Back to your room," he ordered, Ichigo sighing.

"I can't sleep," he told him, his father only frowning further.

"So you need his dick up your ass to sleep?" he asked rudely, his anger and dislike for Grimmjow all too apparent.

"Dad it's not like that! He may seem like a fucken ass but he's just overprotective," Ichigo tried to convince, his father not seeming moved.

"It doesn't take a blind man to see your scars, Ichigo. Don't even get me started on his offspring you carry at this moment," he said rather angrily, Ichigo clenching his hands into fists.

"Will you please stop! I know you don't like him but don't drag the kids into this," Ichigo hissed, his father taking a step closer to him.

"They are his. They are as much of this as he is. Now go back to your room," his father ordered, Ichigo growled lowly in irritation.

"No! I'm not going to raise kids without their father all because you hate him. Just kick us out if that's hard on you!" he hissed, turning as he headed for Grimmjow's room. His father didn't try to stop him as he opened the door and slammed it behind him, his father sighing as he turned and left to his own. They would discuss this in the morning.

Grimmjow woke up at the sound of the door being slammed, grabbing the gun from beneath his pillow and aiming it, Ichigo freezing at the sight of it. Grimmjow sighed, lowering the gun as he pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the gun on the dresser.

"What are you doing in here?" Grimmjow asked tiredly, Ichigo biting his lip as he relaxed, walking slowly to his bed.

"I couldn't sleep," he told him, Grimmjow lifting the blanket so Ichigo could join him. Ichigo slipped in next him, sighing as he pressed against his chest.

"Why did you slam the door," Grimmjow asked groggily, Ichigo closing his eyes as his unease faded away.

"My dad doesn't like you," he said simply, Grimmjow snorting weakly. His breath evened out as Grimmjow fell asleep, Ichigo relaxing against him, letting himself be taken by sleep.

Isshin looked from Grimmjow to Ichigo, both exceptionally quiet.

"Well," he sighed, Ichigo looking up from his okaku.

"When are you going to marry my son?"

Grimmjow's spoon stopped halfway from his mouth as he froze, Ichigo's eyes going wide in shock.

"Dad!" Ichigo growled, putting his head in his hands in embarrassment.

Isshin sat back as he locked eyes with Grimmjow who sat up straight, his expression seeming lazy despite the challenge in his eyes.

Isshin had thought over what Ichigo had said last night, and though he hated him, if he had been marked and impregnated his son, then marriage was really only another step in their relationship.

"Marriage is the next step isn't it?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Unless he is just a slave to you," he said with a gesture towards Ichigo whose cheeks were burning now with a mad blush.

"He's not my slave," Grimmjow replied with a frown, Isshin nodding.

"He's my mate."

Isshin's eyebrow rose. Not every human was that brave to confess such a thing.

"Well why not marry him?" Isshin asked, glancing to Ichigo who looked on the verge of dying from humiliation.

"Dad he doesn't ha-"

"I will," Grimmjow interrupted him, Ichigo looking to him, his expression of shock and disbelief.

Isshin smirked.

"You would marry a neko born and raised in the slums?" his father asked, Grimmjow frowning.

"I could care less about where he came from. I wasn't exactly into royalty either," Grimmjow replied, Isshin's respect for him rising just a tad.

"I'll propose to him in front of everyone you know if that will make him and you happy. After I have your blessing of course," he put in, Isshin looking to Ichigo who was too busy staring in disbelief at Grimmjow to do much else.

"You have my blessing," Isshin told him.

Ichigo looked from his father to Grimmjow like they were both crazy, their eyes still locked. Even though they came to an agreement their energies still battled, Ichigo's head throbbing just slightly, dulled by his shock.

He was…

They were getting married?

Isshin clapped his hands together.

"Now since that is settled, why don't we finish our meal!" he said rather happily, Ichigo frowning as he got up from his seat, his stomach turning painfully.

"I'm not hungry," he grumbled as he turned and left the kitchen, Ishin watching him go with a frown.

Grimmjow got up with a sigh, following Ichigo who went straight to the bathroom. Ichigo was heard vomiting seconds later.

Isshin looked down to his cold okaku and sighed, standing up as he picked up all their bowls. Food wasn't going to be eaten today.

Ichigo shivered as Grimmjow laid his head on his chest, his hair lightly teasing his enlarged and red nipples he had been hiding under his many layers of shirts, Ichigo arching slightly. Grimmjow touched his fingers to his stomach lightly, Ichigo relaxing down, lifting his hand and running it through his hair, moving it away.

His hair was soft like feathers even though he put gel in it, Ichigo exhaling deeply.

"Are you really going to marry me?" Ichigo asked after a moment of silence, Grimmjow rising up and looking to him.

"What makes you think I won't?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo sighing.

"My father pressured you into it," he replied, Grimmjow frowning.

"And?" he asked, Ichigo biting his lip.

"We can't even get married as two men in Japan," Ichigo pointed out, Grimmjow grunting as he thought.

"Than we will go to America," he proclaimed, Ichigo wincing.

"Never really had the best experience there," he muttered, Grimmjow smirking as he rose up onto his knees on the bed, leaning over Ichigo and kissing him, Ichigo melting into the kiss as he reached a hand up, slinking his fingers through his hair.

Grimmjow pulled away, Ichigo twirling his fingers in his hair.

"I'll make it good this time," he whispered against his lips, the sound of the door opening ruining their moment.

"I didn't think you were married yet," his father's voice said, Ichigo rolling his eyes as Grimmjow got off his bed with a sigh.

Isshin looked to Grimmjow but the exchange was quick, his eyes traveling to Ichigo.

"Urahara is down stairs. He wants to speak with you," he told Ichigo who got up with a sigh, Grimmjow following him out of the room, Isshin catching his eye, deep warning inside.

Grimmjow withheld a sigh.

Already he's pissed him off.