Chapter 7
Grimmjow frowned when he fisted his hand only to feel the empty sheets, opening his eyes groggily. He couldn't see well in the dark but he could see Ichigo's faint shadowed silhouette at the desk, the soft turning of a page seeming deathly loud in the silent room. Grimmjow sighed. Ever since they had figured out about what his former self had attempted he had been obsessed with the Diary, trying to decipher things that made no sense. He had read the same Diary for a straight week and with only four more weeks till the birth of his offspring, Grimmjow wasn't so sure this was healthy.
"Ichigo," he called as he got up, switching on the light so he would be able to see better.
"Yeah," Ichigo replied with a faint whisper, his apparent tiredness portrayed in his voice.
Grimmjow sighed and leaned over him, putting a finger on the Diary and pushing it down, Ichigo looking up to him, bags under his dull brown eyes.
"Sleep," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo blinking sluggishly at him as Grimmjow helped him to his feet.
Ichigo followed nearly zombie like as he led him to the bed, Grimmjow turning and laying him down, Ichigo rolling onto his side as his eyes still looked up to him like he didn't really see him, Grimmjow smirking just slightly as he went and turned off the light.
When he returned to the bed Ichigo was fast asleep, his breathing evened out as he took up most of the bed.
Grimmjow sighed tiredly and walked out of the room, deciding he would just stay awake since it was already five in the morning.
Isshin was in the kitchen when he walked in, Isshin looking to him over his cup of coffee, Grimmjow nodding to him as he poured himself some, not caring for sugar or cream as he began to down it, ignoring the burning of his tongue.
Isshin raised an eyebrow.
"Long night?" he asked as he put down his coffee and crossed his arms over his chest.
Grimmjow sighed as he put the half empty mug down, shaking his head.
"Ichigo was up all night so I put him to bed. I was just kicked out in the process," he grumbled, Isshin grinning.
"Well, I can't be the only one dealing with his shit," Isshin replied as he looked to his watch, standing and stretching.
Then he walked over to him and punched him in the face.
"That's for my table," he said with a smile before grabbing his bag and leaving, Grimmjow getting up slowly as he rubbed his bruised cheek. He saw where Ichigo got his aggression from.
Ichigo woke up up slowly, his vision slightly blurred when he opened his eyes for the first time. He closed then, exhaling deeply before opening his eyes again.
He saw his closet now in a less blurred manner, his body feeling heavy as he sat up, blinking his eyes sluggishly as he had yet to shed away his cloud of sleep. he felt dizzy as he got off the bed, stumbling a little but quickly righting himself, his vision spinning once he got to the door.
"Grimmjow." his voice was hoarse and low, Ichigo grabbing the door knob and turning it, pulling the door open slowly.
He put a hand to the wall when his vision span till he felt he was near blind, his breaths faint as something told him to look down to his stomach.
He could barely see his legs which were covered in some type of discharge, Ichigo falling to his knees heavily. He felt a sharp pain when he saw something move against his stomach, a limb protruding, the shape of a hand.
He gasped when pressure built in his abdomen, his throat dry as he released a hoarse cry. He raised a hand to put it to the protruding one, his eyes widening when he saw a bloodied knife in his hands, his mouth falling open as he dropped it to the ground, his hand covered in the same red fluid, Ichigo looking up.
Grimmjow's body laid on the steps, his head severed from his neck as it rested before him, his eyes wide open as his mouth hung open in the forming of a word.
Ichigo screamed.
"Ichigo!" his eyes snapped open but he couldn't see as he squeezed the hand on his shoulder, his claws digging deep as he screamed again, kicking out as tears trailed down his face.
"Ichigo wake up!" he heard Grimmjow yell, Ichigo shutting his eyes tight before opening them again, seeing Grimmjow's worried face hovering over him.
Ichigo sobbed as he lunged, wrapping his arms around his neck as he sobbed against his shoulder, his body shaking in fright.
"Ichigo sh it's going to be alright. I'm right here," Grimmjow whispered into his ear as he rubbed his back, Ichigo only sobbing harder.
"Ichigo sh," Grimmjow whispered again as he sat on the bed and carefully placed him in his lap, Ichigo only holding him tighter as he tried to shake away the fright from the nightmare that coursed through his body.
Grimmjow was here, he was okay.
It took a while but once he calmed the fright slowly began to ebb away, Ichigo running his fingers over the back of Grimmjow's neck as he told himself he was alright, his body still slightly shaking.
"What happened?" Grimmjow asked after a while, Ichigo sniffling as he relaxed more against him, his hand slipping into his hair.
"I dreamt I had murdered you," Ichigo whispered before sniffling again.
"It had been like you were executed but this time I had been the one to do it," he whispered, Grimmjow squeezing him gently.
"I'm okay," he whispered, Ichigo sniffling softly.
He was okay.
This is fairly normal Unohana told him as they sat in the doctor's office the next day, Ichigo frowning as he ran a hand over his stomach.
"How is that normal?" Ichigo asked, unohana giving him a smile.
"In short, its just a reflection of the dramatic life changes you are about to undergo," Unohana explained as Ichigo got up from the exam table after she checked on the baby's progress.
She had pointed out he had four little misfits in there, though with a ⅔ possibility of actually birthing and keep all, she had a conclusion that only one would actually survive past the birthing. This made Ichigo nervous.
"Don't worry, maybe Bastet will show you mercy," Unohana told him as she led them to the waiting room, opening the door for them.
Ichigo gave her a small smile and Grimmjow gave her a curt nod, Unohana giving him one of her almost death wishing smiles.
Grimmjow was quick to avoid anymore eye contact.
Ichigo's father waited in the car, having been off of work today due to the holidays. Thanksgiving was right around the corner and though food had been difficult for him to hold lately Ichigo was looking forward to it.
Grimmjow opened the back door and let him get in before he closed the door and went to the passenger side, sighing as he sat in seat, closing the door and leaning back in his seat.
If he had known taking care of a pregnant was going to be this time consuming he wouldn't have fucked him while he was in heat. He felt sleep was a little more important right now.
They drove home in silence, Grimmjow dosing as Isshin drived with a frown, Ichigo rubbing his temples when their energies battled even though they both seemed to tolerate each other.
Ichigo wasn't in the mood.
Once they got home he was quick to get out the car, Grimmjow scolding him for doing such a thing in his condition, Ichigo flipping him off in his migraine induced anger.
He went straight up stairs after attempting to help his father bring in the groceries, Grimmjow ordering him to not lift such heavy things whilst in his current condition.
Ichigo had wanted to slap him as he stormed up stairs, feeling like a block his perfect god damned road.
Any minute now he was going to hit him and Ichigo was not going to be blamed from the flames that burst forth. He was pissed.
He wasn't a delicate flower he thought as he paced in his room, growling lowly as he punched his bed.
He so wished that was his face.
Ichigo sighed as he tried to collect himself, taking in a deep breath. But when the door was opened and he heard Grimmjow's soft call of his name he lost it.
"Do you think i'm fucken fragile," he growled as he turned to face him, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, grimmjow catching it, lowering it as he frowned.
"Don't do this, don't carry that! Do I look like a fragile leaf to you!" he hissed, Grimmjow sighing.
"Ichigo that's not how I see y-"
"Well ow do you see me? Huh Grimmjow? Your fucken sex toy!" he growled, clenching his fists angrily.
"Ichig-"
"Get the fuck out!" Ichigo yelled at his father as he came to see what was happening, Isshin, having dealt with plenty of pregnant neko's taking his order, closing the door behind him, leaving Grimmjow and Ichigo alone.
"Ichigo I just didn't want you to hurt yourself," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo growling.
"I can lift three of you yet you tell me I am to fucken fragile to get out the fucken car? Fucken put groceries away?" Ichigo seethed through his teeth, Grimmjow raising his hands in defense, wondering why he was so mad.
He hadn't done anything wrong, right?
"That's not what I meant," Grimmjow countered, not wanting to lose his own temper, knowing a pregnant neko, especially when agitated wouldn't mind beating the crap out of his ass and throwing his head out the window.
"I'm sorry if it seemed that way," Grimmjow told him in a cautious voice as he took a step forward, Ichigo narrowing his eyes.
"I'll show you weak," Ichigo growled, Grimmjow ducking with a grunt when he lunged at him, turning and grabbing his wrist, wincing when his hand was scraped, his grip tight as he frowned.
Not this again.
"Let me go!" Ichigo growled, struggling though his attempts weaker than usual in this position, Grimmjow not feeling to happy as he walked him to the bed.
"What are you doing!" Ichigo hissed when he released his wrists and pushed him onto the bed, Ichigo landing on all fours as he hissed at him, exposing his fangs.
"Shut up," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo gasping when his hand slid into his sweats.
He should have known.
Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow thrusted into him, his cheeks and chest red as he rocked with each pump of his hips.
"Harder," he panted as he looked over his shoulder, Grimmjow's hand sliding up his back.
He looked back to the sheets with purring pants when he gave him what he wanted, Ichigo's body burning as he closed his lips, licking his lips as he pushed back.
Grimmjow's moan was so strong and loud that it traveled down his cock and up Ichigo's spine, Ichigo leaking precum onto the sheets as he gasped.
He wanted to hear Grimmjow moan again, the sound if you could describe it almost animalistic but sweet almost like a whimper, Ichigo pushing back again. Grimmjow came into him with that same addictive moan, Ichigo shivering as the sound urged him on, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he came.
Ichigo panted as he set his head on his arms, his body shaking from his violent release, Grimmjow still deep inside him as he panted.
"I fucken love you," Grimmjow panted, Ichigo tensing.
What?
Ichigo looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide.
"You love me?" Ichigo whispered.
Now it was Grimmjow's turn to tense.
"Y...Yeah," he said as he pulled out, sitting on the edge of the bed as he ran a hand through his hair.
Of all times why did he have to say it now?
He tensed his shoulders when Ichigo slipped his hands down his chest, resting his forehead against his back.
The first time he had told him he loved him it had been Zangetsu, Ichigo sighing as he reigned in all of his courage.
"You're a pain in my ass and I would love to kill you but… I love you too."
Grimmjow smiled.
They both looked up at the sound of a knock on his door, his fathers voice resounding in the room.
"Ichigo, the Nobles are here."
Grimmjow stood behind Ichigo, his hand locked in his as he narrowed his eyes at the people in old time uniforms in front of him, Ichigo squeezing his hand when he felt his energy spike dangerously.
The pain from the sword that slit his throat was now crystal clear.
Chad looked to Grimmjow, recognition setting in his eyes as his fingers twitched, Ichigo quick to give him a small gesture to stand down.
Grimmjow didn't look like small talk with that people who ordered his death was the best of his interests right then.
"Before we go on," Ichigo said loudly over the many voices that quieted at his entrance, Isshin sitting in a chair with his arms crossed, a frown on his lips.
"This is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, and he is my mate, So I would appreciate if the upmost respect was shown to him," Ichigo declared in an authoritative voice, his eyes narrowing slightly when Uryuu didn't look to pleased.
"If you do not want to accept him i would expect being inside this house is not your best of interest," ichigo told them all, Byakuya's lip twitching up into a faint smirk.
Zangetsu was back, and this time he was going to make sure they don't harm what was his.
A redhead covered in tattoo's stood, walking up to Grimmjow, extending his hand.
Grimmjow looked at it for a second before extending his own, shaking his hand firmly.
"Renji Abarai," the redhead introduced, Grimmjow nodding.
"Grimmjow," he replied, Ichigo smiling just slightly as the other's gave him curt nods or introduced themselves more formally, Grimmjow relaxing just slightly but still not seeming too trusting of them.
"We came here with word," the old man Yamamoto said in his low raspy voice, Ichigo nodding as he sat in a chair next to his father, grimmjow standing behind him, his sheer height and not so pleased frown enough to intimidate the strongest of soldiers.
Being a general had suited him well.
"A letter was left outside the grounds of our temple after your departure," Yamamoto told him, his bony hand giving it to Renji who rose, handing it to Ichigo, his eyes momentarily glancing to Grimmjow but they were quick to avoid his stare, Renji returning to his seat on the overflowing couch.
Ichigo opened it, Grimmjow leaning down slightly as they read it together.
"4, 3, 2, 1. My dear experiment the time is close to come, oh how happy you must have become now that it is almost done. The baby you carry will soon be mine, i'm sure Apollo had told before he was executed, like your dear Adjuchas. You remember him, don't you?"
Ichigo frowned as did Grimmjow, Grimmjow snatching from his hands as he got a lighter from his pocket.
The Nobles stared in disbelief as he put the fire to the paper, Grimmjow holding it over the floor as he watched it burn with narrowed eyes.
He was pissed.
"Get the fuck out right now," Grimmjow growled when he stomped out the remains of the smoking ash, his eyes murderous as Ichigo looked over his shoulder to him.
"Grimmjow they didn't know-"
"Oh they knew very fucken well," Grimmjow growled, looking to Chad.
"They probably already know who this person is," he seethed through his teeth, his energy flaring, Yamamoto frowning as he stood.
"I see we are no longer welcome," he said, the rest of the Nobles standing, bowing in sync.
They dispersed slowly, Jushiro lagging behind as his eyes remained on Grimmjow who looked just venomous, Jushiro frowning.
"We are sorry to disturb you," Jushiro told them both before bowing again, Grimmjow snorting as he went to go get something to clean up the mess he made, Isshin's gave as he followed him finally showing some respect.
"It takes a man to stand up to them, let alone kick them out of their house," Isshin said as he stood, sighing as he went to the stairs.
Grimmjow glanced to him but didn't comment, Ichigo closing the door as he began to sweep.
He wanted them all dead.
He would save this poetry cock sucking asshole for last.
