Yeah! I updated! =) I think anyone that enjoys humor will like this fic... but you'll be very mad at the end ;p
Shiro: Yeah! I'm a really naughty boy in this chapter!
Vaerin: I told you not to spoil anything!
Shiro: Yeah, and Ichi told me not to tell anyone he was preggers, but that didn't stop me.
Vaerin: You better be careful, Shiro! I could separate you and Gin without a second thought!
Shiro and Gin: Oo ... We'll behave, we promise! D8
Part 21
It's been a week with nothing from their enemy, the Espada and Visoreds steeling themselves for anything further. Now that they can't reach Ichigo, they seem to have fallen dormant for now while they figure out their next move. Ichigo is fourteen days in now, half of his first month, and Shiro is on high alert as he guards his baby twin with the ferocity of a wolf. He's snoozing quietly beside his twin at the moment, grumbling when Shiro's phone rings. After a moment, he blinks his eyes in shock and stares down at the cell in a pure and unadulterated 'WTF' manner… That is most definitely not a ringer he expected on Shiro's phone. The ring tone is blaring out 'Kissed a Boy', which probably means that's the ring tone for Gin. Shiro grabs the phone quickly, chuckling sheepishly at Ichigo as he answers it.
*Well… at least it isn't Lady Gaga, * Ichigo muses in exasperation. *I don't think I'd ever get over a shock like that. *
"Yo!" Shiro chirps. "Sup, koi?"
"Get ta the hospital, like now!" Grin states excitedly. "Szayel says Nell's showin' signs a wakin' from her coma!"
"Gotcha, see ya there!"
"Bring Ichigo! Grimmjow's just shakin' off the last of his dizziness, he'd like ta see his mate. See ya when ya get here, babe! Love ya!"
"I… uh… love ya, too," Shiro murmurs into the phone to keep Ichigo from hearing.
He hangs up, brushing off Ichigo's gawking to get out of bed. When Ichigo doesn't move as quickly as he'd like, Shiro pulls him along like when they were kids. Ichigo sputters in indignation when Shiro pulls him into the shower with him, not that he's not used to this… he'd just like a bit of warning before his twin brother starts to strip him. After the shower, clothes are thrown in his face and then the older twin is hauling him out of the room. For once, Shiro didn't dull down his features and Ichigo has to wonder if it's not because he's heading to see Gin.
The hospital is quiet and smells of disinfectant, two things Grimmjow doesn't like in the least. Thanks to his increased senses, the quiet gets him on edge for future attacks and the disinfectant just bothers his nose more than others'. He's lounging in a chair, his ipod turned up full blast as he bobs his head to the beat. Gin had suggested it, the other's surprised it actually works to distract the Espada from freaking out. They're all awaiting Szayel to rejoin them, as that's when Nelliel will be awake and ready for company. It's only a moment, he closes he eyes and leans back… and something slams into him so hard his chair topples backward.
"Fuck!" he utters in surprise.
"Damn it, Ichi! Be more careful, you dipshit!" Shiro snaps.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm careful!" Ichigo growls.
Grimmjow looks in shock to the orangette now sitting on his… well… chest thank to the fall. Ichigo grins down at him, leaning down to kiss the other on the nose. Before he can say anything, the chair is yanked upright by Shiro's foot. Ichigo yelps, his legs stuck on Grimmjow's shoulders as he falls back to lay along his lap.
"… I'm liking this," Grimmjow smirks. "Did you come all this way to seduce me, Kitten?"
"No!" Ichigo snaps with a blush. "But if you keep talking like that, I'll have come all this way to kick you in the face!"
"What is with you and kicking?" the teal haired gangster mutters.
"Oh, that's my fault!" Shiro grins toothily. "Growing up, I had more upper body strength than Ichi… so I almost pinned him and teased the hell out of him. Mom got upset I wouldn't behave around her 'precious baby girl', so she taught Ichigo all her secrets… I learned the boundary line really fast."
The last part is grumbled with an added shudder, obviously not a very good memory for the pale twin. Ichigo is grinning again, enjoying the recollection of his earliest triumph over his brother before Grimmjow rights him on his lap. He purrs as he cuddles into his alpha, sighing contently when the larger male begins to run his fingers through his hair.
"What are you two doing… FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, NOT IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!" he shouts in panic.
Gin and Shiro look his way, the silver haired male laying Shiro on a counter. The two give sheepish grins, moving away from one another and fixing their clothes. Grimmjow gives Nnoitra and Stark pointed looks, the two moving to sit between the lovers on the couch. Ulquiorra stands behind the couch for good measure, his keen emerald eyes watching both of their movements cautiously.
"Bad, Shiro!" Ichigo scolds. "You're turning into mom and dad!"
"… Please don't tell me that," the golden eyed male whines. "I wanted at least three more good years before I did that."
"You just jumped your boyfriend in a hospital waiting room!"
"Oh no! Fucking hell, I am turning into my parents!"
"I'm not complain'," Gin smiles sinisterly. "But… if yer not comfortable wit it… let's move ta the bathroom."
Shiro grins and bolts, however Nnoitra's long arms grabs him faster than he can run. The pale twin sits sulking beside the lanky male, glowering at Grimmjow every now and then. He notes how the teal haired male looks at his twin, with such a soft expression in his eyes it could be made of clouds to compliment his blue eyes. He likes that look, it's been a long time since anyone turned that look on Ichigo… he deserves it. Before he can attempts to reach Gin one more time… damn it all, he'll beat the shit out of all of them if he has to… Szayel walks in.
"Nelliel is waiting for you… Not everyone at once please, she's still rather foggy," he smiles. "I'll allow Grimmjow, Stark and Hallibel first."
"I'll wait," Grimmjow remarks. "I'll take the second group… I want to stay with Ichi."
"I understand. Stark," he offers. "Hallibel. Nnoitra, how about you?"
The tall male glares at Shiro a moment before getting up, the pale immediately jumping for Gin. Ulquiorra punches him rather harshly, dropping him to the floor where he whimpers in pain.
"You two are worse than dogs in heat," he remarks monotonously.
"We haven' seen each other in ferever," Gin whines.
"You saw each other last week," Grimmjow scoffs. "You're just upset you haven't fucked recently."
"Can ya blame us?" Shiro huffs.
"Grimmjow and Ichigo aren't all over each other," the emerald eyes male states.
"Yeah, but that's because… Mother may I kiss my ass! That fucking hurt!"
Ichigo looks away innocently when Shiro glares at him, the orangette having kicked a hard covered book at the back of his head with amazing accuracy. The snowy haired twins grumbles at the constant abuse he has to endure, yet he'll be damned if he doesn't do one of two things before he leaves this building! He's either going to fuck Gin, or be fucked by him!
"I'm goin' ta go get something ta drink," Shiro grumbles. "Get away from ya abusive assholes fer a bit."
Gin smiles widely at him, turning his attention back to the others as Shiro walks off. Ichigo lays his head on Grimmjow's shoulder, closing his eyes and smiling minutely at the sound of the other purring. It feels so good to be within the arms of his alpha, yet Grimmjow knows something is up. This is the second time he's seen Ichigo in women's clothing and, though he knows the other has no preference when it comes to gender, it's starting to worry him. Ichigo didn't wear this type of stuff often once Grimmjow bought him male clothes. The orangette is also gaining weight, his scent lingering around Grimmjow as though it's demanding he pay attention to it.
"Ichigo, is something… you know… different?" he murmurs.
"… What do you mean?"
"Well… you're wearing a dress…"
"I like this dress," Ichigo frowns defensively. "Is there something wrong with this dress, Grimmjow?"
"No, it's really cute," he amends. "I was just curious as why you were wearing it. Wouldn't a pair of jeans and a t-shirt suffice?"
"What are you trying to say, Grimmjow?" Ichigo growls lowly. "Are you trying to tell me I look fat in this dress? That I don't look good at all in it?"
"You look perfect, Ichi," Grimmjow replies honestly in confusion. "And you don't look a bit fat. What's up with your attitude today? You're not usually this aggressive."
"I just… It's nothing."
Grimmjow watches his mate's features, frowning at the sight of doubt and uncertainty. Ichigo shouldn't be uncertain about telling him things, it should be an automatic thing. With great difficulty, he withholds the barrage of questions he wants to spit out and instead kisses his uke lightly. Ichigo will have to deal with this on his own until he tells Grimmjow, the teal Espada can't help if he doesn't know what's going on.
"Okay, fine," he purrs with a small smile. "Take your time. I just want you to know, I'll be here for you when you decide you need help. I'm your alpha, it's our job to carry the burdens of our betas."
"I guess."
"So… Have you decided to come back to me?"
"… No, not yet," Ichigo sighs miserably. "I don't want to talk about it now, I'm really stressed at the moment and…"
"Say no more," the larger male sighs. "I know what you're going through."
"… You do?" Ichigo asks in panic.
"Yep… stress causes a sickness for us," he points out. "I just went through it, I don't want you going through it as well… especially since you haven't built up much of a resistance to everyday stress. You'll be passing out all over the place if you're not careful."
Ichigo breaths a sigh of relief, nodding numbly to placate the other. He's just so glad Grimmjow hasn't figured out he pregnant, he could run around the hospital screaming his joy. He's just looking over in Gin's direction when the other stands up, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow immediately sending him a dirty look.
"I have ta take a piss," he remarks. "Too much coffee taday."
"Fine, hurry up."
Gin runs off before they can say anything, the three blinking dumbstruck as they watch him. It's about that time that Ulquiorra manages to mumble out a comment, although no one has gathered themselves enough to change their features.
"Um… Aren't the restrooms the other way?" he asks.
"Yes, Ulquiorra… yes they are," Grimmjow answers.
"That's the direction of the food court, isn't it?" Ichigo sighs in exasperation.
"It most certainly is, Kitten."
"Well… I'm not going after him," Ichigo decides.
"Neither am I," Ulquiorra huffs. "I refuse to walk in on whatever those two consider sex. I'd be scarred for life."
"Agreed," Grimmjow nods. "Let's just pretend we didn't notice."
It's quiet a long time, an awkward quiet that has the three sweating. Ichigo looks around, noticing that the tension is starting to affect others, and clears his throat.
"So… Can't wait to see Nelliel," he remarks.
"Yeah!" Grimmjow smirks. "She should be as chipper as always."
"Hopefully," the emerald eyed male pipes in. "She's the only one that could keep everyone in line."
Again, they're reminded of the two grinning foxes that are probably tainting the lunch room as the speak. With a miserable sigh, Grimmjow hangs his head and wishes for Szayel to hurry up. The faster he can get in to see his sister, the faster he can forget about the two exhibitionists. When the pink haired male finally comes out, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow waste no time dragging Ichigo in to see her.
"Hey, Nell!" Ichigo smiles. "How are you doing?"
"I'm actually holding up well, thanks," she smiles. "And you?"
"I haven't been feeling well, but other than that I'm okay. I'm really glad you're all right, though."
"Nell," Grimmjow murmurs.
"And why weren't you in here earlier?" she growls.
Grimmjow only has to send a side glance to Ichigo and she knows, forgiving him this one time. She really likes the fiery male her brother has chosen, the orangette complimenting her younger brother well. She pulls Ichigo and Grimmjow closer, hugging them both with a content smile. She was shot three times in the torso, the bullets thankfully missing anything vital, and the areas are still sore despite having been worked on a week ago. Szayel walks in a moment later, glaring at Grimmjow and Ulquiorra before crossing his arms over his chest and sniffing.
"If seems that there was an altercation in the lunch room," he growls out. "Gin and Shiro just put on quite a display for our employees, patients, and visitors. Would you two know anything of this?"
The two immediately take on an innocent look and shake their heads, Ichigo practically making out the halos above their heads as their eyes widen like sad puppies. Nell snorts before laughing, Ichigo grinning at the sound. She has such an infectious laugh, but it isn't two seconds into it and she holding herself in pain.
"Nelliel, you're still recovering," the pink haired male states. "If you can't keep yourself under control, I'll have to ask them to leave."
"You come in here spouting shit like that and expect me not to laugh? We don't all live with a stick up our asses, Szayel," she snorts derisively.
"I beg your pardon," he frowns. "I saved your life, you can at least refrain from slamming me for a week."
"… Yeah, you're right," she sighs. "I'm sorry, Szayel, you're awesome and you know it."
"Yes, I do."
Ichigo snickers at that, looking up when Gin and Shiro stumble in. the two look extremely pleased with themselves, Gin is limping slightly, Shiro grinning from ear to ear. The orangette just shakes his head, not even daring to imagine what they did. Szayel growls at the two, his eyes promising great pain in the future.
"You're lucky I don't set Pantera on you," he states. "She'd be especially delighted to get her claws on you, Demon."
Shiro gulps, wilting back behind Gin as the grinning fox stands up courageously to the pink haired medic. Obviously, he's trying regain a semblance of manhood after losing seme to Shiro. Ichigo rolls his eyes at the thought, smirking at the additional thought of what happened to everyone else that dared to try and win top from Shiro… he must really love Gin to give up control like that.
"I would really appreciate it if you two could control yourselves in public places," Grimmjow sighs. "I mean, is it really so much to ask?"
"Yes," the two comment in unison.
"It's okay, mom and dad will love to hear about Shiro's exploits," Ichigo teases. "They'll likely deem it behavior worthy enough for… 'the talk'."
"Ya wouldn't!" Shiro snaps.
"Try me."
"Ya're evil!"
"And you just attempted to fuck Gin right in front of my poor innocent little eyes!"
"Innocent my ass!"
Ichigo scowls back at his twin, the two almost nose to nose. Both gazes are steel and challenging, both twins unwavering… and then Shiro whines. His glare falls and Ichigo's morphs into triumph, the orangette allowing a pleased smile to settle on his lips. Gin knows this little conversation may likely be the end of playing in public, something he'll miss greatly, however Ichigo seems to be too powerful to defeat in this area. After all, Shiro knows all Ichigo's tricks. If he can't defeat Ichigo, there's a good chance no one will… except maybe Grimmjow, but that's not fair.
"Please, everyone needs to leave for now," Szayel sighs. "Nelliel needs rest. You can come back tomorrow to visit."
"But…"
Grimmjow stops when he turns to Nell and finds her asleep, sighing in annoyance even as he leads Ichigo away. There are so many questions he has for her, yet he knows she needs rest to get better. The group of four enters the waiting room to find the others gone, most likely off to spread the news to Hall's sisters… Nnoitra's probably off picking fights to relieve some stress. When the small group steps outside, Ichigo turns to Grimmjow carefully.
"Grimmjow, do you think I could stay the night with you?" Ichigo wonders.
"Of course, Kitten."
"And I'll take Shi with me!" Gin smiles widely. "We can…"
"I seriously don't want know," Grimmjow snarls.
Gin starts to pull Shiro away happily, however the other stops him. He moves over to Ichigo and envelopes him in a tight hug, reluctant to let go of his twin after they've just gotten back into the swing of old habits. Ichigo holds Shiro just as tightly, suddenly doubting his request.
"Ya gonna be okay, Ichi?"
"I think so," Ichigo offers. "It's just Grimmjow… he won't hurt me."
"He better not," Shiro growls into Ichigo's shoulder. "War or not, I'll kill him."
Grimmjow takes Ichigo's hand when they pull away from one another, Gin offering his own to Shiro. It's completely mushy and not something they prefer, yet they understand the need for physical contact the twins have bred into one another unknowingly. With one last look toward each other, the two walk off with their boyfriends… well, Shiro walks off with his boyfriend. Ichigo is still in denial, though he's starting to come around.
"You happy to be back, Kitten?" Grimmjow wonders as they walk into the flat.
"Well… yeah… a bit," the orangette answers distractedly. "Grimm… what the hell tornado came through here while I was gone?"
"… Nnoitra and Gin," he states smartly. "Damn them and their piggish ways!"
"Grimm," Ichigo frowns skeptically.
"Oh come on, Ichi, why the hell do you think I put an add in for a maid!"
"Because you're lazy and just wanted something hot to gawk at," the other remarks immediately.
"… Besides that."
"Grimmjow," Ichigo sighs with a small smile. "Why didn't you just get another maid after I left?"
"You're my maid, Ichigo," Grimmjow mumbles with a light blush. "I don't want any other maid."
Ichigo laughs at that, stretching on his tiptoes to kiss Grimmjow's nose. He moves into the kitchen and starts to make something for dinner, the teal haired male sitting on the counter to watch. He spent all morning and afternoon in the hospital, but Ichigo only spent the afternoon. The orangette is far more awake than Grimmjow is, moving with the same liquid grace as usual. For only a moment, the teal haired gangster is sort of upset Ichigo's not wearing his maid uniform.
"Hey, Ichi," he grins feral. "You think you might indulge me with wearing your uniform? Just for tonight?"
"… I don't know Grimmjow," Ichigo murmurs self-consciously. "I think I gained a bit of weight while I was gone… I wouldn't look very good in it."
"There's no way you wouldn't look good in something," Grimmjow smiles sweetly. "I think you're beautiful no matter what you wear… but your damn sexy in kinky shit and ungodly hot in just your skin."
"GRIMM!"
"You are."
Ichigo blushes furiously, grumbling under his breath as he stirs the soup he's making. He's not used to people talking to him like this… except for his brother, but that's different. Okay, maybe not, but his' twin's always been weird. After a moment, he glances back at the Espada leader curiously and finds him watching his every move with feline innocence… more housecat than wildcat.
"Fine, I'll try it on," Ichigo relents. "But if I don't like how it fits, I'm not wearing it."
"Deal!"
Ichigo smirks and hurries back to his room after lowing the heat, surprised to find it completely untouched. Everything is as he left it, right down to the duffle bag he tossed in the corner. The uniform is still in the closet where he hung it, waiting for him to squeeze into it. He attempts it, actually shocked it fits well enough without hinting to his steadily growing condition. With a small smile he heads out to Grimmjow, a little swish in his hips. He can't have sex, as he doesn't know how that might harm the twins, but Grimmjow is rather good about self control. Tonight, they'll sleep contently beside one another.
The next morning, Grimmjow takes Ichigo back to the hospital to see Nelliel again. Shiro and Gin are already there, but Nnoitra is sleeping in and Ulquiorra had rounds to make in Los Noches… hey, someone has to be the responsible one. Hallibel and Stark are already in the room waiting, Szayel ushering them in and demanding they sit down. The air of the room is tense, Nelliel watching her blanket as though it's the most interesting thing in the world. Finally, after far too long enduring the quiet, Grimmjow breaks it.
"Okay, Nelliel," he sighs. "I know this is hard for you, but it's really important… Who shot you? I know you saw them, Nell, I heard you on the phone. You seemed to recognize them. Who's trying to tear apart the Espada and kill Ichi?"
"… I'm so sorry, Grimmjow," she tears up.
"There's nothing to be sorry, about, Nelliel," he smirks. "You didn't know that was gonna happen. Whoever this is they're seriously gutsy, I'll give them that. But as soon as you tell me a name, those guts are gonna litter the ground."
"Grimmjow, not now," Hallibel frowns quietly.
"Why? She's better, it's not like she's gonna pass out."
"Grimmy… I can't remember," she murmurs.
Everyone stops at that, staring in bafflement as the woman with sea green hair tries to hold back her tears. She knew who it was, they were right there in front of her, and she had to go and get a slight case of amnesia. Everything could've been said and done with… now what are they supposed to do?
Oo Can I really say anything to that? I bet you guys never saw that one coming! =D