Chapter 10: Resolution

*Two Months Later*

Ichigo sat on his desk and looked down at his feet with a sigh, he was bored. Admittedly, he'd rather be sat there bored than have Aizen with him, but still, the man could've left him something to do other than sit around all day. A knock at the door had him straightening up, a wary look replacing his scowl.

"Yes?" His eyes narrowed in displeasure and he got off the desk, backing up to the wall. "What do you want Aizen?"

"Still as rude as ever I see."

Ichigo rolled his eyes and lent against the wall. "Why are you here?"

"Who would've thought that one week with that man would turn you into an ungrateful brat." Ichigo pressed his lips together to stop his retort slipping out, Aizen who didn't seem to notice, continued. "The past six years spent teaching you your place, all for nothing." He sighed and shook his head. "Guess I'm going to have to do it all again."

Ichigo shook his head and pressed himself closer to the wall. "No you don't."

Aizen strode forward and fisted his hair, dragging him over to the bed. "Still defying me Ichigo?"

"No!"

As he hit the bed, Ichigo tried to scoot to the other edge. Seeing what he was doing, Aizen grabbed his leg and dragged him back. "Yet you're running away, which is pointless."

"Aizen don't do this again!"

Ignoring Ichigo's pleas, Aizen ripped off his clothes. Ichigo managed to get free and moved away, his back hitting the headboard and hands cradling his stomach. "I'm pregnant! If you do this you'll hurt the baby!"

Aizen paused for a moment before growling and punching Ichigo, sending him flying on the floor. Cradling his bruised cheek, he looked up with fearful eyes as Aizen stood over him. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because I wasn't sure, but I know I am."

Dragging Ichigo to his feet, Aizen lent forward. "Is the baby mine?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play with me, is it mine?"

"Yes." Ichigo nodded fervently, hoping Aizen would believe him.

"Did you have sex with Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques?"

"What?!"

Aizen snarled and slammed his hand on the desk, making the lamp crash on the floor and break. "Did you have sex with him?!"

"No!"

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes."

They stood staring at each other for a moment before Aizen sighed and let him go. "If you're lying, you will regret it."

"I'm not, Grimmjow never touched me. The baby's yours."

"Good." He looked at Ichigo and sneered. "You really are pathetic." Ichigo looked away and bit his lip, refusing to reply. "Clean up this mess and get changed, dinner is in an hour."

"Ok." Ichigo sighed in relief as he left the room. Opening a drawer, he pulled out some fresh clothes and put them on before bending down to pick up the shards of glass from the shattered lamp.

"Shit!"

Ichigo cursed as he cut himself on one piece, which wasn't surprising considering his hands were shaking. Cradling the bleeding hand he sucked on the cut finger, eyeing the remaining shards before picking them up, careful not to cut himself on the sharp edges again. With a sigh the glass was dumped in the bin, along with the remains of Ichigo's previous clothing.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled his head, small bouts of uncontrollable laughter escaping and echoing in the room. The small giggles soon turned into sobs and Ichigo clutched his hair, bringing his knees closer to his chest. Once he regained control of himself, Ichigo sat up and sighed heavily, wiping the tears from his face.

"I'm going fucking crazy." Laying down on the bed, he lifted his top and ran his hand across the flat expanse of his stomach. "I'll protect you, not matter what. You're all that remains of Grimmjow, my only reminder, I can't lose you too."

Sitting up again, he smiled bitterly and pulled the top down. Peering under the bed Ichigo pulled out the shirt he arrived in two months ago and pressed his head into the fabric, smiling as he smelt the faint traces of Grimmjow's scent left on it. Laying back down with the shirt, Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed heavily, his mind wandering back to his last memories of Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow!"

"I'm ok."

"Not your not, you're dying. This is my fault."

"No it's not. This will never be your fault."

"If I hadn't run away-"

"We never would have met. I don't regret anything Ichigo. Run."

"What?"

"Run Ichi, the door's open, just go and run."

"I can't."

"Go."

"I won't leave you. Tell me what to do."

"You can't save me."

"I won't let you die."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Let me go! Grimmjow! Grimmjow?! Get up! Get up! Don't you die! Don't you dare leave me!"

Ichigo opened his eyes and blinked several times to clear his vision, the scene still replaying in his head, as it had done since he returned to Aizen's mansion. Shying away from the memories, Ichigo thought back further.

"Fuck that was amazing."

Ichigo opened his eyes blearily and grinned at him, reaching out to place his hand on Grimmjow's chest. "You bit me."

Grimmjow turned to look at him and frowned. "Of course I did, you asked me to."

Grimmjow's hand encased his own against his chest and Ichigo laughed lightly, kissing him quickly. The kiss sending a small spark down his spine. "You marked me as yours."

"You are mine, is that a problem?"

Ichigo shook his head and curled him against his side. "No." He moved to lay on top of Grimmjow and poked him with his tail. "You're my mate." Ichigo tested the words slowly, grinning at the giddy feeling it created. "I have a mate."

Grimmjow glanced him at him and smiled. "And you're my mate."

Ichigo lent forward and kissed him again before resting his head on his chest, moving their entwined hands next to his head. "Grimmjow..."

"Yes?"

"I'm probably pregnant."

"I know, that's why I told you no earlier. I didn't want to knock you up and have you mad because you were distressed."

"I'm not mad, I'm happy."

"Good."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

This time when Ichigo opened his eyes, a small smile blossomed on his face. For the first time in two months, he was able to think about Grimmjow without watching him die in his mind. Sitting up, he let the shirt slid from his grasp as he sighed and looked out the barred window.

"One day I'm going to be free, we are going to be free. I refuse to let you grow up here." Looking down at his stomach he smiled softly and placed a hand on it. "If we stay here, Aizen will kill us both. I know when you're born, you will so obviously belong to Grimmjow. We need to leave before Aizen figures that out. I won't let him kill you." Standing up he moved to the mirror and stared at his reflection, brown eyes hardening with resolution. "I'm going to get us out of here, no matter what."

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Aizen walked down the hallway as he left Ichigo's room, a smirk plastered to his face. Ichigo was pregnant and the child was his, after six years of waiting he'd finally achieved his goal of impregnating the Neko. Until the child is born Ichigo will need good care to keep the child healthy. Afterwards he won't be of any use to me and I'll just have to dispose of him.

Opening the door to the gardens, Aizen breathed in the fresh air deeply. Victory always put him in a good mood. Walking through the gardens, he noticed Ulquiorra stood to the side on his phone and walked over.

"Who are you calling?"

Ulquiorra turned to look at him. "I'm calling one of my sources about Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques' murder inquiry to see if they have any evidence which could make you a suspect."

"And?"

"Nothing so far, he's just going though the case file now." He cocked his head slightly as he listened to his source. "Nothing implementing you sir."

"Good, thank you for checking."

Ulquiorra nodded. "Of course. Thank you for checking, I'll call if I ever need anything again." Ending the call he glanced back at Aizen. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do sir?"

"Can you check Ichigo? I'd like to make sure he isn't trying to escape or doing anything reckless."

"Of course." He inclined his head and started walking to Ichigo's room.

"One more thing Ulquiorra."

He turned back. "Yes?"

"Make sure there's no trace of us ever associating with Mr Jaeggerjaques."

"Yes sir."

Ulquiorra nodded and walked off to Ichigo's room, knocking on the door. "Yes?"

"It's Ulquiorra."

"Oh, come in." He opened the door to find Ichigo sat on the bed, nursing a bleeding finger. "Is there something you want? Or has Aizen sent you to make sure I'm behaving?"

"Just checking up on you."

Ichigo snorted. "Well I'm fine thanks."

"You're bleeding." Ulquiorra indicated at his finger and he shrugged.

"So? It's just a cut."

"How did it happen?"

"What do you care?"

"I will have to report it to Aizen. He won't be happy if you're self harming."

Ichigo's eye twitched as Ulquiorra left the room momentarily and returned with the first aid kit. "Of course I'm not. The lamp broke and I cut myself on a piece of glass." He pointed at the bin and Ulquiorra looked in, raising an eyebrow at the content.

"And the clothes?"

Ichigo looked away and sighed. "Aizen."

"Ok." Striding forward, he grabbed Ichigo's arm and extended it out.

"What are you doing?!"

"Cleaning your cut."

"I can do it myself."

"Don't argue."

Ichigo huffed but allowed him to clean the cut and put a plaster on it. "Ulquiorra?"

"Yes?"

"What did you mean when you said, 'I'm sorry Aizen killed him'?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yes you did, the day I came back. You said it as you left the room."

Ulquiorra looked up and spoke with a monotonous voice. "I never said that, do not repeat that to anyone."

Ichigo's eyebrow rose in surprise. "What if I told Aizen?"

"We would both be killed."

"Right."

Ulquiorra grabbed Ichigo's wrist and gripped it tightly. "You're playing a dangerous game, do not get involved or things could go very bad, very quickly."

Ichigo smirked and lent forward. "What are you hiding?"

"That is none of your concern."

"I'm going to find out."

"I'm sure you will, but in time. For now, drop the subject, before you end up dead, and your child."

Ichigo's eyes widened. "Did Aizen tell you?"

"No."

"Then how do you know."

"It falls under the category of 'none of your concern'."

"It is if it concerns my baby."

"Stay quiet and out of the way and your baby will be safe." Ulquiorra let go of his arm and left the room. Ichigo stared at the door in puzzlement before shaking his head and sitting down.

"What the hell is going on around here?"

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*Three Days Later*

Aizen strode through his home up to Ichigo's room. Without bothering to knock he opened the door and walking in, stopping in shock at what he saw. Ichigo sat on the bed, completely naked. He grinned as he saw who walked through the door.

"Hello Sosuke."

"What are you doing?"

Ichigo pouted and ran his finger up his leg to his knee. "Waiting for you."

"Really?"

"Yes." He shrugged and smiled coyly. "I figured I might as well accept this, since you're my owner. I want to mate with you Sosuke, will you do it?"

Aizen appraised him for a moment, before a smirk formed on his face. "I'm surprised you learnt your lesson this quickly."

"So will you do it?" Ichigo's finger moved from his knee and up his thigh, resting his hand on his hip. "I don't want to wait any longer."

Aizen approached the bed and knelt over the Neko. "Well if you insist, I'll give you want you want."

"Oh I definitely want this."