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Sorry for how long it has taken to update, I have been bed bound for a week and a half with influenza and a sinus infection.
Chapter Twelve: As A Descendant:
Ichigo had never been a morning person. But apparently his current condition worsened this, and when he was woken up at roughly eight in the morning he was almost murderous.
It took bribes of hot chocolate, cookies and a back massage from Stark to stop Ichigo murdering the messenger who had done the waking.
Still grumpy from being woken so early, he sipped his first mug of hot chocolate lethargically as he sat in Yamamoto's office again and blocked out the man's ramblings while he mulled over baby names for his cubs.
He only jerked to consciousness when Stark prodded him in a particularly ticklish spot in his ribs; he looked around and yawned shamelessly, stretched slightly as he finished his drink and saw two new arrivals in the room.
There was an exotic looking woman with dark skin and golden eyes, long purple hair and cat ears of the same colour perched on the crown of her head; she was dressed in an orange jumper and black leggings, a sleek black tale unfurled from behind her and curled in a question mark shape.
A Neko demon, like Urahara.
"So this is the child?" the purple haired demon asked.
"Yes this is Ichigo." Stark murmured, resting a protective arm around his shoulders.
The woman walked forwards slowly and rested a hand on the strawberry's spiky locks, "I am Shihouen Yoruichi, Leader of the Neko Clan. It's a pleasure to meet Isshin's son."
Ichigo blushed slightly at the affectionate way she ruffled his hair and cleared his throat, "It... It's a pleasure to meet you too... Yoruichi-san."
"Ah and he has manners too! Brilliant!" she grinned.
Ichigo cleared his throat and glanced at Stark who was smirking slightly, he then looked back at Yoruichi, "So... Stark told me you are staying here to ensure that Aizen can't get to me..."
"Yes that's right. You have the full support of the Neko Clan." She smiled and nodded, "Is that alright?"
"Of course!" he said eagerly, "I'd do anything to ensure he doesn't come anywhere near me or Stark again..."
"Alright then."
She paced the room slowly, "I normally wouldn't suggest a drastic as open war with Aizen but... He is a powerful man and we now know he has inherited his ancestors' most powerful talent... It might be the best option to do just that... Go to war with him. Defeat him in a fair fight and it would also settle the problems of the Incubus Clan... They will stop rebelling once there is no chance Aizen will return to power."
Ichigo gawped slightly, "Go to war with that man?!"
"Indeed." She nodded, "It is unlikely that he has a very big following, probably just one or two straggling demons from the six Clans. We have the full might of two Clans plus whoever is loyal to Byakuya from the Incubus Clan. If we were able to get one or two of the others Clans onside as well he would never stand a chance."
"Yoruichi-san..." Urahara murmured, "The Clans have never fought together against anything, how can you possibly expect them to do so now? They either fight in twos or everyone is in it for themselves."
"Yes, I know, but maybe it is time things changed." She smiled, "And I have a feeling that time is now. When a half demon can carry the cubs of two different demons I think anything can happen." She added with a smirk.
Ichigo blushed at his mention and looked at Stark with an uneasy expression; his brunette lover put an arm around him and kissed the side of his head gently.
"Well, it will take an awful lot of planning..." Yamamoto said and brushed his beard thoughtfully, "But... I can see the advantages of such a course of action."
"Then I have your approval?"
"I will need to discuss this with the rest of the Clan but... Preliminarily yes." He paused.
It was much later the same day, when Yamamoto called a Clan meeting and for the first time Ichigo was introduced to the other werewolves.
Situated in a large conference room, Stark had both arms wrapped protectively around his lover as the other Clan members trickled into the room and took a seat around the large table.
His lover murmured the names of each person who entered as they entered, he already knew Komamura as they had met on the first day of his arrival however there were many others he didn't know at all. Iba, Kenpachi, Yachiru, Chad, Isshin, Hiyori, Hanataro where just to name a few of them. It amazed him how his mate still recalled everyone's names after so long away from them.
When everyone had arrived, the doors were closed and locked securely.
Yamamoto stood up and cleared his throat, "As you will probably know by now, Coyote Stark has returned from exile with his mate Kurosaki Ichigo, son of Isshin. Ichigo is half human and half demon and was targeted by Aizen Sousuke. He is pregnant with twin cubs, one is Aizen's and the other is Stark's. Aizen Sousuke is an enemy of all demons now, exiled for crimes against his Clan and our world. He has targeted Urahara Kisuke and only by the grace of the Neko's speed he escaped Aizen's use of the Stare of Dominis."
As he paused there was a rumble of whispers around the room.
"I have made a treaty with Shihouen Yoruichi, Leader of the Neko Clan and with her help we intend to keep Ichigo safe while he goes through his pregnancy. However, something must be done about Aizen Sousuke. He has become too dangerous to be allowed to live. Yoruichi has proposed that we wage open war against him, joining several of the Clans together and eradicating him." He licked his lips, "I wish to ask your opinion on this matter, this is a democracy and the majority rules in this case. So, please offer your ideas."
There was a long moment of total silence before a loud, slightly insane bout of laughter erupted from the end of the table. Ichigo leaned and peered down the table curiously, gulping as he saw the source of the manic guffaw was a large man, with brown hair with was gelled back in spikes, he had several bells on the tips of these spikes and an eye patch over one of his eyes. He was certainly intimidating...
"I'm all for it! Bring on the battle!" the man's grin was feral and untamed, the pure incarnation of madness and bloodlust.
"Kenpachi..." Yamamoto sighed; he marked down the man's name in his note pad, clearly taking note of who agreed to go to war and who did not.
"If Kenpachi is agreeing then I am too..." a bald man with red eyeliner framing his top eyelid said with a grin almost as wild as the spiky haired man's.
"Same here." Added another male, he was very effeminate with a bob of dark hair and feathers stuck to the corner of his eye.
"Ikakku and Yumichika as well." The Leader of the Werewolf Clan noted down.
Ichigo licked his lips and sat back again, looking at Stark with raised eyebrows before he looked back at the others.
"Why are we protecting the boy?" a low voice from a tall, well muscled looking man with a mess of brown hair asked.
"Because he is the descendant of our founding father and because I owe Stark for having allowed him to be exiled."
"Then I agree that we should protect him however necessary." The man nodded.
"Alright, thank you Chad."
And it went on and on, after a while, there were some who refuted the idea of war, but overall more people voted to do what was necessary and if that meant war with Aizen, then it meant war.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, although it was a little short, I am still feeling a little unwell so I did what I could manage :)