Uh, I'm just gonna make a minor OC character in the beginning of this chapter, it's nothing important but it seems easier to me.

Strawberries n' Cream by Boogermeister

Chapter 11- Super Ass-Kicking Time

"So tell me, what did that guy tell you about Ichigo?" Grimmjow muttered threateningly as he loomed over a frightened classmate in an isolated staircase. "C'mon kid, I won't hurt you. As much."

"W-w-well, one of the seniors said that his cousin remembered seeing a pregnant orange neko at the Tanabata festival," the student whimpered. "He said that his cousin was beaten up by this blue-haired guy who said that he's the father."

"Oh really?" Grimmjow growled as he suddenly sneered. "Well, why were you hanging out with the seniors?"

"They were bullying me," the student whimpered.

"Oh, that explains it," he scoffed lightly. "Anyway, which one of the seniors is the one with the cousin?" Over two weeks in the school and the blue-haired neko had already made more notice of himself than he had in the first several months of the school year. Still, Ichigo frowned at his antics but shrugged and let him do it; Grimmjow was very protective and that can't be helped. "Good, but if you're holding out on me I'll maul you apart. Got it?" he smirked as he walked upstairs.

"Y-yeah," the student whimpered. Grimmjow walked into the hallway of the upper floor, it was the floor only to seniors. A few older students was wandering around the hallways when they eyed at the blue-haired neko with contempt. They heard what he was, the reason why Ichigo rumored to have gotten pregnant by him. Grimmjow glared at them as he passed by them, none of them were the one he was looking for.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing here?" one of the upperclassmen scoffed as he walked up to him.

"Just looking for a friend, dipshit," Grimmjow sneered dangerously.

"Really? Who's this friend you're looking for?" the older student smirked back, cracking his knuckles. Grimmjow merely said nothing, only his clenched fist did the talking by clocking the guy hard in the chin. He then quickly turned a corner after leaving the guy knocked out cold on the floor, he was told that the person he was looking for should be in one of the classrooms. He shouldn't be too hard to find, he had lime-green streaks in his jet-black hair and had some piercing on the left ear as well as a somewhat stubby, bobbed greyish-black tail.

He glanced into one of the classrooms and smirked a little, he found him sitting in a corner and joking around with few of his friends. "Yo, pussies," he called out as he entered, and the guys turned around and instantly frowned at him.

"The fuck are you?" the green-streaked neko scoffed.

"Who the fuck am I?" sneered Grimmjow as he stepped closer. "I'm the guy who beat your shitty cousin this past summer."

"Oh . . . . so you're the fucker," the other neko smirked as he stood up and glared at him. "A lotta people said Ichigo Kurosaki got knocked up some time ago, and you're might be the father. You guys were retarded to let that shit happened."

"Hah, you're so brave to talk about Ichi like that," Grimmjow chuckled lowly. "But I can't seem to remember which fucktard I beat up was supposed to be your cousin. Care to refresh my memory?"

"Yeah, he said you nearly broke his arm."

Ah yeah, the pussy who finger-fucks himself," smirked Grimmjow, narrowing his eyes. "If I can recall, he was the one who called Ichi a freak show." He took another step forward and noticed few of the guys hunched over in anticipation. "I wonder . . . . were you the one who started the fucking rumor?"

"Tch, maybe," scoffed the green-streaked neko.

"Well, good," Grimmjow smirked, as he audibly cracked his knuckles. "If I take out the source, the rumor'll die down."

"Is that right? I'd like to see you try," he sneered just before he and his friend rushed at him.

"Fuck!" Ichigo scowled angrily as he shut off his phone, the sudden noise made the twin infants whimpered in discomfort and his expression immediately changed. "Sorry, didn't mean to yell out like that," he purred soothingly as he walked towards the crib and petted them softly on the head. "Shit, you father's in deep shit this time." Takeshi quickly calmed down but Tenshou continued to weep and Ichigo picked him up.

"Sorry, I just got a little angry at your dumbass father," he muttered softly as he sat down on the bed. He had just received words from his father, who was helping out in a nearby hospital, and was told that Grimmjow was in a fight. The blue-haired neko had gotten mutiple bruises, a broken nose, a cut lip, and a factured left wrist. He won't come home until tomorrow. "Such an asstard," he frowned, and yet feeling concerned of the situation as he felt his eyes watering a little.

"Tch, that's why I told him to leave it be," he muttered as he glanced down at Tenshou, who finally calmed down. The orange-haired infant babbled quietly before Ichigo glanced out the window, a gloomy, rainy day doesn't seem to help with his emotions. "I should kick his ass after he gets out of the hospital. Right, Tenshou?" The infant barely paid attention as he drifted back to sleep.

Grimmjow avoided Ichigo's disappointed glare when he came home, most of his bruises disappeared but he had a bandage on his sore nose and a cast around his left hand and wrist. Despite winning in the fight (the seniors were far more injured than him), the orange-haired neko was obviously furious at him for fighting in the first place. "But my darling Ichigo, he fought to protect your honor!" cried Isshin. "Shouldn't you be happy?!"

"I would be happy if he hadn't started it in the first place!" Ichigo frowned, kicking him square in the face. "It's Grimmjow's fault that he got injured, why should I be happy?"

"Because he loves you, my darling Ichigo!" Isshin cried, only to be kicked again.

"Shut the hell up!" fumed Ichigo.

"You're making the brats cry, Ichi," muttered Grimmjow, picking up Takeshi from the carpeted floor with his good arm. Ichigo scoffed as he crouched down to pick up crying Tenshou, he glared at Grimmjow before glancing away. He was still angry at him, even if it was for the sake of his pride. "I'm very sorry, Ichi," Grimmjow muttered. "But I couldn't had let it go, I wanted to get the one who started the rumor."

"Well, did you?" Ichigo questioned haughtily.

"Of course, that's why I was in the hospital for beating up those fuckers," the blue-haired neko sighed, his injured hand petting at Takeshi's head. Ichigo glanced at him and sighed softly, he felt a bit sorry about what happened to him. "I don't think they'll do it again, I fucked them up real good."

"Really? I hope so," Ichigo muttered, walking over his unconscious father to sit on the couch. "I mean, you think they deserved it, right?"

"Hell yeah," Grimmjow replied, sitting next to him. "I couldn't let them get away with this, Ichi." The twins calmed down a little but was still whimpering for something else. "I think they need something now," he said.

"Probably," Ichigo sighed. "I think they're hungry, I'll go make their bottles."

"No, I'll do it," Grimmjow said, which made the other neko's striped ears perked up in surprise. "What? I learned how to make it, remember?"

"Yeah, but you often skipped out the chore," he muttered. Grimmjow scoffed at him and smirked as he gave Takeshi to him.

"I'm just making it up to you for my stupidity, I didn't mean to make you worry," he smiled, pecking him on the lips before getting up and walking towards the kitchen. Ichigo smiled a little, the overprotectiveness seemed to be compensated by his way of pleasing the orange-haired neko.

The next day . . . .

"Man, you look fucked up," Renji smirked when the 'circus' came to visit after school.

"Shut the fuck up, my injured wrist won't hold me back from kicking your ass," frowned Grimmjow. "It's not that bad, anyway. The seniors are more fucked up than me."

"We know, everybody are afraid of you now," replied Rukia.

"But some of the girls find you cool now," Rangiku chided. "They think you're awesome."

"Only you think that," Toushirou frowned. Grimmjow rolled his eyes at them before walking out of the living room, word traveled very fast at the school but it seemed to work to his favor. Even Ulquiorra had come by to check up on him, only to called him a worthless idiot before going away. He walked upstairs to the bedroom and scoffed in annoyance.

"Ichi, talk to your lame-ass friends," he muttered. "I can't take it anymore."

"I'm busy with homework, just let them play with the twins," Ichigo sighed, scribbling away at his papers.

"No way, one time Renji tried to feed them licorice before."

"Grimmjow, just do it," scoffed Ichigo. Grimmjow frowned back before going to the crib, the twins were wiggling around in their blankets. Since his wrist was still in a cast, he only picked up one baby at a time, starting with Tenshou and he went downstairs. After that, he came back to get Takeshi before going back downstairs. He frowned slightly when he noticed Rukia trying to 'scare' Tenshou by making weird noises and faces.

"The hell are you doing to my kid?" he scoffed.

"Just making faces," replied Rukia, wiggling her nose at the orange-haired infant.

"With those big eyes, it's enough to scare anybody," Grimmjow muttered under his breath as he sat down on the couch. He winced slightly when he suddenly felt the dull pain in his wrist, the prescribed medication doesn't seem to be working. He glanced down at Takeshi, who appeared tired as he yawned, while ignoring the talking from the 'circus'. Now that the rumors is gone, the school was probably wondering what's going on with Ichigo. They would want to know what's the real truth.

Suddenly, Takeshi gave out a small sneeze and Grimmjow frowned slightly. "Huh, you're sick or something?" he muttered, placing a finger on his forehead but he felt normally warm. "Guess not, you just sneezed for no reason."

"Hey, this one smells now," Rangiku pointed out at Tenshou.

"Why'd you say it like he's a bag of garbage?" scoffed Renji.

"I don't know how babies works," she replied.

"Quit complaining, if you wanna change him then be my guest," Grimmjow scoffed.

"Can we?" questioned Orihime.

"Yeah, I don't mind," he muttered. He might find this amusing that someone else doing the change, especially since Ichigo was busy and his arms were preoccupied with the other infant.

"Wait . . . . I think he farted," frowned Rukia, peeking inside the diaper. "How nasty, you're a nasty baby, Tenshou."

"Don't call my brat that," smirked Grimmjow.

"It's getting cooler now," Ichigo commented, feeling the breeze before closing his bedroom window. "The twins should get their shots soon."

"What kind of shots?" asked Grimmjow, lying next to him.

"You idiot, shots to protect them from the upcoming winter," frowned Ichigo as he rested his body over him. "I could ask my Dad to give it to them. It shouldn't be that bad."

"We're talking about your crazy Dad, it might be worse," Grimmjow muttered. "Won't like it, though. They might cry about getting it, and it hurts me to see them like that." Ichigo sighed and pecked at his cheek.

"That's so cute," he smirked and the blue-haired neko snorted in annoyance. "Come on, I find that cute that you feel concern for the twins. It makes you have a heart, Grimmjow."

"Shut up, Ichi," scoffed Grimmjow. Ichigo smirked again as he kissed his jawline and lips and purred in content. Grimmjow smirked and purred back as he nipped at the other neko's lips, deepening the kiss as he cupped at his face. "Ah! Fuck!" he hissed as he pulled his wrist away. "Fucking fracture." Ichigo purred at him in reassurance as he nuzzled and kissed at his neck, distracting him from the pain. The look on his chocolate brown eyes wasn't lust but it was something else that seems alluring.

"To be honest, I think you were very brave of beating up those seniors," he smirked as he pecked him lightly on his sore nose.

"Really?" smirked Grimmjow.

"Yeah."

"Are you turned on by that?"

"Of course."

"Wanna fuck?"

"Nope," Ichigo smirked as he shifted himself off the other neko.

"What?" Grimmjow questioned in confusion. "Thought you were horny."

"Emotionally, yeah but not physically," replied Ichigo. "Besides, I'm too tired to do it. Maybe tomorrow, Grimmjow." Grimmjow frowned and sighed deeply as he turned to his side, wrapping his arm lightly around his waist.

"Fucking tease," he muttered.

"Shut up."

"All right, who's ready to get the shots?" Isshin chided almost too happily as he waved the needle around.

"I'll shoot you if you fuck it up," Grimmjow frowned.

"Don't worry about it, second son!" chided Isshin. "I know what I'm doing! After all, I used to give my children shots when they were babies! Isn't that right, my darling Ichigo?"

"I wouldn't know, Dad," muttered Ichigo.

"All right, who's first?"

"I guess Takeshi, he's the braver one," Ichigo replied, taking the blue-haired infant into his arms. He rolled up the tiny sleeve to show the bare skin; Ichigo tried to distract him by flicking his striped tail at him as his father dabbed an alcohol pad at his arm. Suddenly, Takeshi felt the pinprick stab of the needle and his face squished to a frown before whimpering. "It's okay, Takeshi," purred Ichigo, rubbing at his small arm as he cradled him close to his chest.

"Okay, who's next?" Isshin chided as he turned to Tenshou, who was in the blue-haired neko's arms.

"Get the fuck away from me," Grimmjow growled lowly as his navy tail twitched in agitation.

"Just let him, Grimmjow," muttered Ichigo. Grimmjow scoffed in reluctance and let Isshin do his job; sure enough, the orange-haired infant immediately cried the moment he received the shot.

"See what you did, you retard?" growled the blue-haired neko as he smashed his foot into the father's face. "You made him cry."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make my dear grandchildren cry," Isshin cried before being stomped on again. Grimmjow simply scoffed before petting Tenshou's head soothingly.

"There, I beat up that stupid Goat-Face for you," he muttered softly.

"We should get them to sleep," Ichigo sighed, stomping on his father before they left the clinic and went inside the house. "That should calm them down."

"Yeah."

Ahh, it's a little short. Oh well.

Lately and once again, I've been thinking about another Bleach fic. I know that in my profile, IchiRukia coupling doesn't seem to be right to me but I now think that it could work. Anyway, it's about Ichigo and Rukia finding infatuation with each other while looking for a drunk friend as well as a legendary indie band around Tokyo.

If you can guess what the fic is based on, you'll get chocolate pie.^_^

Read, review, and no flames.

I'll update ASAP!!