I know, I know. I hadn't updated this story since July. I apologize. I was writing I promise, it was just other stories were in my head and wouldn't leave unless I typed them down. Then with taking my daughter to Epcot to mostly see the different countries. She loves Paris and has an obsession with Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir. She has Marinette's backpack, her room is black & pink, and Paris themed. She's as bad as her mother. Looks at her collection of Bleach manga and Funko Pops. = P
As promised, I stated I would explain what's going on with GrimNel. It sort of a fluff chapter, its sort of difficult with a character like Grimmjow, but I think I did okay without making him sound sappy. Grimmjow and Sappy go together like Oil and Water, just doesn't go together. I really hope you like this chapter, it also has some Ichihime elements too.
I had to change the titles of the chapters because I didn't know how to do it before, and to keep track of them. I think it looks better instead of Chapter 1,2,3, and so on.
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Grimmjow looked at the thirty-inch drawing tablet, working on the schematics of the new car his company was introducing a month from now.
He heard the ping on his intercom on his desk as he growled.
"Jacquerjaques-san!"
"I was not to be disturbed," he yelled as he heard his whimpering assistant apologize. Then listened to the door swing open. He watched Nel, walk into his office as she patted his assistant's head while looking horrified at his boss. Grimmjow waved him away as he meekly closed the door. He peered at his girlfriend who was wearing an oversized leather jacket over her bodice, his leather jacket to be exact. She stretched her arms to reveal that she was wearing a mini turquoise tank tub dress underneath with thigh-high black boots. She looked sexy, and with his jacket covering her, she looked even hotter. She pouted, sitting across from him as she stared at him a bit bored.
"A week, Grimmy! You can't seriously tell me you're not thinking of me naked in bed?" she scrunched her lips while crossing her arms.
"I told you, Nel. I'm just putting the final touches of the car we're introducing, for the end of the month.
Her eyes widen glued to him as she leaped from her chair, "I know, and you said you were going to be working late. The other times you did this, we at least had a quickie. Now you're so exhausted you go straight to bed." She made her way next to him, pushing his chair away so she could lean her bottom on his desk in front of him. He could see her tummy protrude a little from the dress, smiling internally, knowing something he created was growing inside the woman he loved. She played with his collar on his suit while she glanced at him.
"This is the one that could make or tank my career globally. I just need this to be perfect and not fuck up. Believe me, Babe. I have a raging hard-on right now, but it keeps me going because the sooner I finish," he kissed her lips, "the sooner I can get back to you." He affirmed, patting her bottom as she nodded.
"Okay," she whined, looking over at his desk and the tablet he was working so hard on. "I'm sorry. These hormones are ridiculous. I only can work-out before I'm tired and hungry again. Then I'm masturbating before you get home and I'm still not satisfied. Then I get so upset, and I know it's not your fault, you're so perfect, and I'm starting to have trouble fitting into my clothes. I went shopping, and that didn't even make me feel happy. I went up two sizes, Grimmy. I'm only four months. What am I going to do when it gets worse?" she cried while whipping her tears.
Grimmjow watched her expressive hazel eyes, water. She then proceeded to avoid his stare. "You don't know that it'll be worse. For all you know it's probably going to get better," he chuckled as she glared at him with tears accumulating her eyes.
"I'm glad you find this shit funny because I don't," she pushed him away, walking away from his desk.
"Fucking hell! Just sit down and wait there. I need to check on these last modifications before I approve of this car, okay?" he questioned her as she pulled at the cuffs of his jacket she borrowed and sat down on the chair again.
He already found the car in perfect working condition, and the color was perfect. He approved of the countries that would be receiving the first hundred cars out of Pantera factories. If he continued working himself this late, he knew he'd start making foolish mistakes. After about a half an hour, he shut off his computer and IM his assistant telling him that he was taking a week off. He'd make sure to approve of the final touches and be at the board meeting before the end of the month.
He pulled his girlfriend from her seat and gave her a soft kiss, "Let's get out of here." She smiled, giving him several kisses and a tight hug.
"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" she giggled, as she held his arm and looked around the other parts of his office. They've been together for a while, and he felt terrible. He hadn't brought her to his workplace, not with their busy schedules. He would change that, but for now, he was going to take her for much-needed attention.
"So you want to go home?" he added as she turned to his attention and shook her head.
"I just want to take a drive, and it doesn't have to be anywhere. It relaxes me," Nel leaned her head onto his shoulders. They made it to his favorite blue car at his office garage, and it was the very first car he created. He drove newer and more expensive ones, but it seemed he couldn't part with his first baby. Nel didn't mind either. She loved the interior, and it was spacious and comfortable. Plus, it was the only car he didn't mess around in, until her. She loved the idea that 'this car wasn't tainted by the many girls he used to brag about when 'he was a young hot-blooded slut.' She mouthed to him one day when she was distraught when he forgot to pick up the Raisnets for her ice cream. He found her mood swings hilarious, and it only upset her more. He found that her anger only lasted for a short time, especially when he was pleasuring her.
He could see why this past week, had been hard on her. Her friends had been busy with their working schedule, college course, and this whole affair with the legal case against Tsukishima. She was active with herself at promoting the dojo, but she only did so much in her condition. It was when she got home, and he wasn't there that she became more agitated. He explained, making it up to her as soon as the plans to the upcoming line were finalized. Once Nel walked into his office wearing his jacket, he knew he wasn't going to stay working much longer that day.
She sighed on the passenger seat, glancing out the window, watching the street lamps light up. 'Shit, it was already dark outside,' he mused, as his attention focused on the road. He heard her start to giggle as he glanced beside him, to stare at her. "What's so funny?"
"We don't have enough room, for the baby," she glanced around the two-seater sports car.
"And?" Grimmjow quirked a brow, not finding what the joke was.
"Are you ready to drive a minivan?" she started to laugh, as he rolled his eyes.
"Fuck that! You can drive that piece of shit,' he sucked his teeth, as he stopped at a red light. He glanced at her to find her still laughing.
"So you're never going to let him or her drive with you?" she mockingly pouted as he remained silent. They hadn't determined the sex of the baby yet, and it seemed that their child had an abundance of energy that the ultrasound tech couldn't figure out the gender. Nel was scheduled to have another one next month. Grimmjow pegged the baby on having its mother's fucking need to be all over the place with her ADHD fucking stamina.
"The baby can drive on the passenger seat of this car," he shrugged, driving once he saw the green light. He saw her expression, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm fucking joking, Neliel. You think I'm that much of a dumbass?"
"Yes!" she slumped lower into her seat, but instantly shot up when she saw something that caught her attention out the car window. "Oh, Grimmy! Could we stop at that little spot right there? They have fried tempura, and we can eat outside."
He saw the little small corner restaurant that indeed housed small tables to those wanting to eat outside. Grimmjow didn't say anything as he rounded the corner and parked near the establishment. They ordered six bowls of noodles with three servings of tempura dishes, mostly for Nel. Once they ordered, they waited for their food, and Grimmjow carried the trays while Nel picked out the table.
The green-haired beauty began to scarf down several bowls and chewed down most of the tempura while she smiled in delight.
"I still have no fucking idea where you put all the food you consume," he chuckled while eating his second bowl, trying to take some tempura before she ate it all. He instantly regretted his comment when her eyes stared furiously at him.
"What does that mean?"
"Come off it, Nel. I've been saying you eat a lot before you became pregnant. You know I'll still fuck you even if you gain a few pounds," he squeezed her cheeks as she placed her bowl onto the table.
"Stop lying, Grimmy. You're just as shallow as I am. You son of a bitch," she began to tear up while she ate the rest of her meal.
Grimmjow squeezed the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Neliel! Enough! Once we get home, I'm going to show you how fucking sexy I think you are. We won't stop until you're too tired to continue," he grinned, causing his girlfriend to look around and blush from embarrassment. She swallowed her food and continued eating.
They heard loud shouting and hollering, coming from across the street — a couple laughing hysterically, clearly intoxicated. The male was wearing a groom's hat, and the bride wore a vale that connected on her bun. They were kissing as a few of their friends snapped photos while they entered a taxi.
"Do you think they'll even remember what they did tonight when they wake up the next morning?" Nel began to chuckle, looking at the scene. Grimmjow glanced at her, snickering internally clearly visualizing the same scenario.
"They probably just met each other," he stated, causing his girlfriend to crack up.
"Oh, my God! Could you imagine? Those people weren't even their friends, probably some random strangers taking pictures. I'm full, let's head back," she got up and waited for him. They made their way to the car. Grimmjow paused in his steps, glancing across the street. Nel noticed he had stopped as she looked up to stare at him. "What's up? See something else you want to do?"
"Yeah!" He delayed for a brief moment before he continued, "Let's get married." He turned to her as she looked at the establishment that was pretty decent for a shrine ceremony. She looked at him with a nervous smile but frowned when she noticed his smirk. She removed her hands from his arms as she began to tear up. He looked at her with a worried expression before she pushed him away.
"Are you fucking with me, Grimmjow? Now of all times, you fucking asshole," she cried, heading towards the car. Trying to open the vehicle's handle, but it was no use since he hadn't opened the locking mechanism. "Open the damn door," she hollered.
Grimmjow walked up to her, holding her shoulders as she tried to push him away. She was pretty intense, so he had to use a lot of his strength to calm her down. "Neliel, calm down, alright. I'm not fucking with you. I'm serious. Hey, Nel. Stop," he growled out as she paused her aggressive behavior to look at him.
He brushed her green hair away from her tear-stained face then proceeded to hide her features in his chest. "I'm not lying, Neliel. I was honest. Let's do it."
He heard her mumble, but he couldn't listen to what she was saying. "What?"
He nudged her away from him, so she could timidly look at him. "I still want the big wedding though," her small lips pouted as she whipped her tears away. He smiled as he kissed her lips.
"We can still have the big wedding much later. This way, once the baby is born. You can shop happily for the dress you want."
"So why do it now? Why not wait until the baby is born?"
Grimmjow looked at the formal establishment one more time before he avoided looking at his girlfriend in favor of staring at her bump.
"Its a piece of paper that legally states that we're married, but I want everyone to know that this," he placed his hand on her stomach," and this," this time putting his hand where her heartbeat rapidly," means everything to me, and that I don't want anyone having a fucking doubt, why I'm choosing you to be my wife. I don't want anyone to have the chance of calling our child a bastard." He growled as Nel held his hand.
"They won't, who gives a shit what everyone else thinks," she held his face.
"I don't give a shit what people think about me. I've grown numb to the insults and the comments. I don't want that shit for you or our baby, not when I can prevent some."
"So you're doing this for the trolls?"
He shook his head as he gathered her hands together, placing them to his lips. "No, I'm doing it because I love you and I've thought about it for a while."
"Bullshit!" her eyes narrowed at him as he chuckled.
"Fine! If you don't want to get married now, we can wait." Grimmjow opened the car door as she settled her self on the passenger side. When he was about to close the door, she held the handle, preventing him from closing it.
"W...Wait!"
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Grimmjow parked in front of a vast Edo style mini castle that looked dark and almost deserted, if it wasn't for the newly installed windows, the carefully trimmed bushes, and bonsai trees outside its eight acreages of a front lawn. She held her vale to her head. Grimmjow had thrown the groom's hat at the trunk of his car, much to her disappointment. She thought he looked cute. He felt the opposite when he tore it off once the ceremony ended.
She smiled from ear to ear the whole time, at the tacky shrine. Grimmjow opted for the most expensive package, having a traditional Japanese wedding and receiving rental clothes, ceremony, and an option for a formal meal. Since they had already eaten, they decided on eating the dessert — a red bean strawberry ice cream on a vanilla cake.
Now, instead of heading to his condo. He told Nel that he had the perfect place for their honeymoon. When she asked where he only proceeded to grin and tell her it was a surprise. Once he parked his car in an empty parking lot by a dojo that was near the home, he locked the car and took her hand.
He told her to follow her as she looked around, wondering where they were. He seemed to know where he was going as he found, his way around the tall gated fence that surrounded the castle grounds. When they finally reached a door in the corner, she watched her boyfriend reach up above a ledge and lift himself until he climbed onto a balcony.
"Wait here for a moment," he whispered down to her as he quickly opened the sliding door, to enter the dark home. She waited patiently, and then the door in front of her opened. She saw his smiling face as he beckoned for him to come in.
"You're worried about our baby's name, tarnished by the media. What do you think will happen when both parents are breaking and entering ?" she angrily whispered.
"Technically, it's not breaking and entering, if this belongs to you."
"What?" she looked around as she followed him around the dark hallways.
"Welcome to Jacquerques! It belongs to my grandfather now, but once he passes away, the estate and his property go to the next in line. So with you being the heir to both Oldelschwacnck and Jacquerques, it's yours."
"We're still committing a crime, whether it's technically mine later."
"Calm down! He's not here, and he usually has security cameras around this place if he leaves. Good thing your husband knows his way around this place without getting caught," he winked, he opened the sliding door, to a room, that was enormous.
She looked in awe at the architecture of the dark cherry wood and the antique furniture. "Is this room, your grandfather's?"
"No, it's used to be mine. If you want to have sex in my grandfather's room, we can. it's larger than this."
"Eww, gross, NO!"
She felt his lips on her mouth as he hungrily nipped on her chin. He carried her to his large bed that he always had to use a step ladder when he was younger. "Since we fucked in your bedroom, it's only fair we did the deed in my old one," he removed his jacket and proceeded to remove his leather one from her. It was then he noticed her nipples peeking through to show she wasn't wearing a bra. He slid her top down to reveal his assumptions as he suckled on a teat.
"Mmmm, Grimmy!" She moaned, running her fingers through his blue hair while he continued to suckle and nip. She rubbed her legs together, trying to do something for the ache that was increasing because of his ministrations. He lifted his head to gaze at her, giving her a smug smile. His fingers moved down her body, almost spider-like until it reached between her thighs. She watched as his brow quirked up to look at her questioningly as she blushed from finding her pantiless. He was silent for a while as he raised himself to lean on his knees, his hands lightly moving her dress up.
She heard him groaned as he licked his lips. Her dress was only covering her tummy as her breasts and pussy were bare for her husband to see. When he just stared at her clit for a while, she felt aroused and embarrassed at the same time.
"So any reason you came to the office, with nothing underneath your dress?" he remained staring at her, like a lion stalking his prey while he removed his work shirt to expose his toned chest.
"I...I thought maybe we'd mix business and pleasure," she stated, biting her lip when she saw his handsome grin.
"So you wanted me to fuck you on my desk?" He chuckled, staring between her thighs the whole time. It was infuriating. She felt herself become aroused, and he wasn't touching her.
"Yeah, but then you had to upset me by joking about my pregnancy issues," she narrowed her eyes, hoping to show him that she still was upset with him. Now that he was not giving her what she wanted. Her mouth tight in a thin line as she continued to stare at him angrily. His response was to lift his head back to laugh. "Stop laughing." God, she didn't want him to stop. She loved his boyish laughter and the way it caused the wetness to seep between her thighs.
When Grimmjow noticed his wife's cheeks begin to blush as she tried to close her legs together. It was impossible for her with him situated between her legs. So she began to move her hands lower to hide. His hands enveloped both her wrist to raise them above her head. His grin remained, but his eyes pierced through her as he continued his silence. He let go of her hands, leaving them above her head.
She watched as he darted lower, feeling his lips kiss her neck, down to her breasts, and further to her tummy. She felt his hands grasp her thighs apart as she exhaled when he finally kissed between her clit. Then he proceeded to lick between her folds, lapping the juices that continued to flow and wouldn't stop. She needed this. Oh god, she needs this. She made to grasp his head when he spoke.
"Leave them up there," he commanded, his hot breath against her slit as she quivered.
"Mmkay," she mumbled. She moaned out when her husband began to aggressively suck her nub, the down to her hole before he placed three fingers. He wasn't wasting any time, she believed. When she moved her hips following the motion of his fingers, his other hand halted her movements.
"Grimmy!" she whined. He only responded by shoving two more fingers and licking her in circles. Her fingers itched to pull his hair, and she desperately wanted to ride his fingers, but she complied, feeling herself clench around his fingers. She was going to cum as she yelled when he placed the rest of his fingers.
"Oh, Grimmy!" She grasped the sheets beside her, wanting to hold onto something. She felt his fingers thrust deeper up to his wrist. When he felt her walls secured tightly around him was when he removed his hand and then his mouth from her.
She looked at him with a wide-eyed expression, glaring at him perplexed. He began to remove his pants and underwear so fast. She didn't realize he was already naked on the bed sitting near her, prompting her to sit up. She did what he wanted as he lifted her, resting her onto his lap, moving her forward just enough to enter her folds from behind. Grimmjow then proceeded to pump into her while kissing the side of her neck as he gripped her thighs. He lifted her to plunge onto his length, after several deep thrusts, he lifted her high above his tip, preventing her from burying her snatch onto him.
"Say it!"
She fought, trying to use her weight and strength to descend but couldn't. She huffed in irritation, "Say what?"
She heard him chuckle, then licked her neck as he thrust hard and quickly removed himself from her. "Come on, Neliel. Do I need to piss you off, for you to say it."
"I...I have no idea what you're talking about," she lied. She knew what he wanted. She didn't want to submit to him... that easily. He needed to work for it. She was seriously rethinking her strategy because the ache between her legs was getting worse. She felt his cock twitch between the outside of her folds as she bit her lip not before a moan escaped her mouth. He then slid his length against her nub.
"You bastard," she said through gritted teeth, as she wiggled while his arms held her.
"Mmm, you're getting the idea, but I need to hear the naughty one."
"Grimmjow, just put it in, Dammnit."
He laughed. Nel was getting pissed. She always said his full name when she was upset.
"Put what in?"
He felt her fingernails dig into his arms. He groaned and kept himself from drilling into her sweet wetness, right there and then.
"Neliel," he whispered her name, and she loved the way he said it. "Put what in?"
"F...mmmmmm," He thrust once and removed himself again.
"What was that?"
"Fucking put your cock into me, Grimmjow," she yelled. She heard him growl, and then him entering her with a relentless pace. "Oh, Fuck, mmmm Oh Fuck yes," she moaned, bouncing off of him as he squeezed her waist. She whimpered, when her release came, she could feel her body getting tired as she slumped forward. He held her so she could place herself on all fours. She felt his finger swipe her inside before he used the juices to coat her hole from behind.
"Grimmy, Baby, fuck me please," his hands massaged her breasts as he aligned his cock with her asshole. He slowly shoved himself in, and she was still new to taking him anally. But fuck was it still tight. He used his other finger to massage her clit, feeling her open more for him. When he felt her clench again, he kissed her back, played with her breast and slit. He was sheathed in entirely as he stopped his ministrations, rising to hold her generous sides. Squeezing her plump bottom as he pushed out and then slowly inward.
"Ohh, mmm, fuck." Her arms were losing her strength as her head lolled to the bed. He pushed her hips up as her upper half layed on the bed. He picked up the pace when he felt her taking him in more easily. He pulled out to enter her pussy, thrusting into her to then shove back into her asshole. He continued doing this process until both holes were slick with her essence. He felt her climax again for him as he thrust into her behind, feeling her walls clench, causing him to spurt into her.
She laid on the bed, breathing hard as she gripped the sheets. Grimmjow laid beside her holding her from behind as he kissed her head.
"Good thing I came in your ass. Save me the trouble of getting you pregnant again." He felt her glance at him and punch his shoulder hard.
"Fuck you, Grimmjow!"
He grabbed her, thrusting her to lay on his chest as he nipped her chin. Her anger was slipping away — His cock hardening.
"You know how to say the right things, he growled, opening her legs to angle himself just right to enter her again.
x
It was five in the morning, but Grimmjow didn't feel like sleeping. He left the confines of the room once Nel was sedated and slept soundly on his bed from his youth. He walked along the dark hallways, to the dojo. He felt a sense of nostalgia glancing at the steel and wooden swords that aligned the walls. He remembered the place a lot bigger, but everything seemed that way when you were younger. He hadn't used his grandfather's dojo when he decided to use the dojo Renji and Ichigo went to.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. He was using his legs and arms to perform his usual katas. To an outsider, it would seem he was attacking an invisible enemy that was there. He flipped back, landing gracefully on his knees as he punched the air in front of him.
'Clap,clap,clap.'
He opened his eyes and turned to find his grandfather standing in the hallway, glancing in. His face showed no emotion; only one hand clapped above the other that grasped his cane.
"When the fuck did you get in?"
His grandfather's eyes opened for a moment displeased but didn't reprimand him.
"An hour ago. The cameras caught you when you first arrived," the elderly man's raspy voice informed his grandson, as he lifted his finger to point to a camera, that was in the corner. "Several more cameras were placed outside and in several of the rooms since you left."
Grimmjow made to look at the camera as he began to chuckle. "Well, fuck! Does my old room have a camera too?"
"No!" He said flatly, making his way across the room, to settle himself on a chair.
"If there were, I'd ask for a copy," he grinned, and his grandfather didn't find him very amusing. Grimmjow stood there in silence while his grandfather looked at him.
"I'm not interested in who you bring. Lord knows I had my share of Students trying to sneak in their partners."
"I heard about that little fun fact from my father and Shunsui?" he jested as the older man shook his head.
"Yes, although Jushiro was someone I didn't expect."
"Crazy thing, old man. When two people love each other, it ends up with the other one sticking their feelings deeply into another one or scissoring if it involves two females."
"Grimmjow, enough." He coughed from the force of the shout. "I expected him to be proper about this."
"Marriage? Would you have given them both a chance?"
The silence spoke volumes as the older man hesitated to answer. "No." He rubbed his fingers against his cane, then looked up to his grandson, curiously. "What is your excuse for not marrying, with Neliel expecting? or has that run its course?"
Grimmjow laughed, holding his stomach. "Did you bring someone else here? " Genrai hollered, at such a scandal.
"Grimmy?" They both heard the voice of Nel, not too far from where they were. "This place is creepy. I feel like something is going to pop out." She made her way to the only light, coming from the dojo. Her eyes were shocked to find the owner of the mansion there and staring at her.
"Master Genrai," she pulled Grimmjow's leather jacket closed, she hadn't been wearing anything underneath. She quickly put on the thick coat because it was cold. She bowed in respect to the older man, nervously trying to cover her thighs with the jacket, with no luck. "I apologize for entering your home uninvited." She narrowed her eyes to her husband, who only laughed.
"He can't say shit, Nel." He hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. Nel wasn't embarrassed at showing affection in public, but not half-naked in front of her husband's grandfather.
"Grimmy, Stop," she said, trying to push him off without flashing at the same time. She bit her lip, glancing at the older man's reaction.
Genrai remained seated, tapping his fingers impatiently on his cane. "You can't say anything to a married couple, enjoying their honeymoon. Huh, Old man?"
He watched his grandfather's eyes open to stare at them both. "Married?"
Grimmjow didn't speak, just stared not wanting to repeat himself. Nel spoke, "Yes, Master Genrai!"
"Congratulations!" He told them, chuckling briefly before coughing.
"I guess it's funny when you think about it. I was born from a situation you disapproved of, doing everything to disappoint you. I was bound to do the fucking right thing at some point, in your eyes."
"Grimmjow," Nel gasped, turning to prevent him from speaking any further. Her husband was no longer laughing but angrily staring at the man in front of him. "Please don't do this."
"No, Neliel. Let him speak," Genrai interrupted, nodding for his grandson to continue.
"I never hated you, not once." He gripped his fist together to watch the older man, "Not even when I found out about the things you kept from me. You're a fucking asshole, yet I looked up to you. You're a heartless piece of shit, yet I wanted you to tell me once that you were proud."
"I thought you didn't care about what an old man like me thought of you?"
Grimmjow chuckled, whipping a stray tear away. "You really are something, old man. We both didn't agree on a lot of things, but I respected you. The way you walked into a room, and everyone was scared, half of them probably shit in their pants." He laughed as he sniffed. "I respect you enough, that I followed your rules, did everything you said. It was only when you disapproved of the one thing, that didn't fit into your plans for me, that I rebelled. 'Cause Fuck you. I never asked for anything, never complained, always listened. So fuck you. Yeah, it fucking hurts that you didn't approve of my lifestyle and my career choices. Oh fucking well, deal with it." Grimmjow spat, finishing with everything he needed to say to his grandfather. The older man, adjusted himself in his seat, gripping his cane.
"I never disapproved of your career choice. I always knew you were intelligent enough to make something of yourself — the thought of not having someone to leave this dojo to frightened me. My fear turned to anger, and I apologize for that. I didn't learn the first time when I lost your mother. A man can make so many mistakes before he's swimming in a pool of his regrets. I only wanted what was best for you. I did disapprove of the way you conducted yourself with the opposite sex, but it was only a matter of time before you met that one." He pointed to the green-haired beauty beside his grandson. "If her mother, rest her soul, could stop a man like Shunsui. I knew there was hope for you." He chuckled, holding his chest, panting a little. Nel ran by his side. "Jiji Genrai... umm Master Genrai, Are you alright?" She held his hand, looking at the poor man.
"It's fine," he patted the hand that was holding his. "I need to rest. I had a long day. You can call me, Jiji."
"Of course, Jiji Genrai." She smiled, receiving a brief smile from the older man before he coughed again.
Genrai noticed the plastic toy ring on her finger before Nel covered her hand in embarrassment. "It was short notice, and we didn't have time to procure a ring."
"I thought you liked the ring we got from the toy dispenser." She glared at her husband before he smiled. "The ring cost me two dollars. I had to use a quarter for every time I didn't get a ring."
"Would you shut up, Grimmjow."
"Eight Times, Neliel. You were ecstatic when it was green."
"Grimmjow and Neliel," his grandfather voiced, raising from his seat, "I want you to both follow me."
The couple glanced at each other. Nel asked Grimmjow with curious eyes while he shrugged his shoulders. He pointed to her cleavage that was showing as she quickly pulled the jacket together. They followed the older man through the Japanese decorative art, and one painting could have paid for an apartment in Tokyo for two years. Ancient statues, Nel wasn't entirely sure they even had a price tag on them. The room they entered was larger than Grimmjow's room. Nel guessed that this belonged to Master Genrai. Everything was in order, and the decor matched the room, except for medical equipment that stood out. There was a breathing machine by his massive bed, and pills near a worn-out couch. It seemed the older man rested there sometimes, the reasoning that the bed was at a higher level from the ground. It was dark and lonely, and Nel shivered from the chill in the room. The older man walked steadily to an antique dark wood desk, removing a cloth from a hidden compartment. He turned around, sighing before he walked towards the couple.
"This belonged in my family for four centuries," he placed the cloth in Grimmjow's hand. He looked at his grandfather, who beckoned him with a nod to proceed. He opened the fabric to reveal three rings, two gold bands, one larger and the other smaller with the turquoise and black baguettes surrounding the circumference of its circle. The other held the same colored diamonds, in the center of its band. Grimmjow knew the emblem colors of Jaegerjaquez. Nel looked over his shoulders, amazed at the extravegant ring.
"I'm not sure if I can accept this," Grimmjow looked to his grandfather and then the rings. Nel opened her mouth to retort, but her husband beat her to it. "Nel wanted a particular ring, and she didn't stop hounding me on the way here."
He felt her hitting his arm, reaching for the ring, as Grimmjow smirked and pulled it away. "Are you serious, Grimmjow?"
"Very serious. Didn't you say it was important that we took the time to pick a ring that suited us." She bit her lip looking at the beautiful, priceless ring.
"Well, we can save money for more important things like the dress for the wedding that you promised in the future."
"I don't know, Neliel," he held up the engagement ring with the magnificent colored diamonds, "Looks used."
"GIVE ME THE FUCKING RING, GRIMMJOW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Then glanced at the older man and bowed in apology. She glanced at him and spoke through gritted teeth, "Give it to me, please."
He gave a mischievous grin, placing the two rings on her finger, as she squealed and jumped with delight, holding her jacket in place. The ring was a little loose, but could quickly remedy that by bringing it to a jewelar. Grimmjow handed his band to her. She placed the ring on his ring finger and kiss his knuckles and then his lips. Noticing that they were not alone, she hugged the older man, the best way she could with anything popping out from her. Grimmjow bowed and nodded. Both men stared at each other, neither saying anything, but respected each other.
"Goodnight, Jiji Genrai," she kissed his cheek. Grimmjow held her by the shoulders as he asked her to wait for him outside.
Grimmjow helped his grandfather to his bed, and the stress was severe on him as he climbed the tall bed.
"At least get steps on the side of this monstrosity you call a bed."
The older man didn't say anything as he tried to reach for the breathing machine. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"Stubborn fucker," he walked, bringing the machine and placing the mask onto his face.
"Thanks, Grimmjow," he breathed out.
"You can forget about me whipping your ass."
He saw his grandfather give a light chuckle as he leaned his head back. Grimmjow swallowed the lump in his throat as he made to leave. He walked outside, finding Nel not there. He figured that she ran back to the room, not wanting to be alone in the shadows of this mansion. He made his way back to his room.
"Grimmjow?" He smirked, finding her gripping the bedcovers and looking at him like a scared kitten.
"No, It's the ghost with the most."
"Shut up, asshole." She flung a small pillow at him, which he caught. "I so had a thing for Beetlejuice. I would have married him, wear that red wedding dress."
He chuckled, kissing her lips while he got into the bed. "Careful, You already said his name, once." He jested, leaning between her legs to deepen the kiss.
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," she said through muffled kisses and giggles.
'Start your engines!'
Nel screamed, hearing an unfamiliar voice in the room. Then heard her husband chuckle while holding a small remote control. She leaned over the bed to see a remote control car with flashing lights. Nel glared at Grimmjow.
"You fucking asshole."
Instantly, kicking him so hard that he fell off the bed. Grimmjow winced at the pain in his chest but continued to laugh. "That fucking hurt, Nel."
"Good, that scared me half to death," she whined, laying on the bed as she wrapped herself in anger with the thick sheets. Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in back of her. "Fuck, good thing you didn't kick me in the nuts."
"Why? Were you planning on using it?" Nel said, still facing away from him. Grimmjow rolled his eyes as he leaned back.
"As a matter of fact. It's been years since I masturbated in here."
Nel didn't stir as Grimmjow pulled his length out, stroking himself.
"Would you stop that, Grim-"
"Shhh, not now, Neliel," he moaned out, and Nel couldn't help but feel her lower regions start to quiver. She turned slowly, seeing his hand jerk himself, expertly.
"Grimmy?" She called to him, sitting up on her side of the bed. He didn't answer his newly wedded wife. "Are you ignoring me?"
"No," he breathly said, "Just thinking of you sucking my cock." He grinned with his eyes closed, still stroking himself.
"Oh yeah," she leaned back in anger, widening her legs. "Two can play that game. I'll just imagine myself sucking your cock." Nel made to finger herself when she heard her husband burst out laughing.
"Ahahaha! Oh shit," he winced, holding his chest from the pain.
"Are you okay?" Nel leaned against him, looking at his chest that began to form a light bruise. "I'm sorry, Grimmy." She bent to kiss his mouth.
"A couple who masturbates together."
"Stays together," she giggled, kissing him. "You're a jerk."
"I know, I'm sorry." He kissed her, sucking on her tongue. He felt her small hands grab his erection, taking on the task he was previously doing. Her lips left his mouth and then made to kiss his bruised chest. She leaned down until she made it to the tip of his penis. Her tongue jutted out to lick his tip as she looked up to smile at him.
Fuck, he loved her. He mentally told himself, while stroking his wife's beautiful green hair. She licked him once more before she engulfed the head of his cock.
"Mmmm, Fuck, this is much better than what I was imagining." He moaned, guiding her head with his hands.
x
"I'm not fucking signing a damn thing," Ichigo hollered, flinging the papers.
"Ichigo, think about it." Sora protested.
"Think about what? It's a minute of film."
"Didn't you hear what my brother said?" Orihime shot back. Sora watched his sister, reach for her fiancee's hands. "I rather have a minute of that tape in the court. Than them acquiring full rights and having it public. Please."
Ichigo looked worried as his hands gripped tightly into a fist.
"Ichigo, I understand what you're going through. I didn't want Hime or you to sign anything when I first received this document. I wanted to shred it and burn it for good measure."
"Then, why didn't you?" He heard the younger man growl.
"Byakuya made me realize the gravity of the situation. That Tsukishima is going through extreme lengths to try to win this case, but he won't. I'll make sure of it."
Ichigo sighed, rising to pick up the scattered documents. He grabbed the pen that was on the table and signed his signature before making a quick exit to their room. Orihime signed where her name was needed.
"I'm sorry for having to come with bad news," he reached to hug his sister.
"It's fine, Sora. It's not your fault."
He took her chin so that she faced him, "Are you sure about this, Hime? They are going to spew bad things about you, and say stuff about those you care about to get a rise out of you."
"But I'm not going to let them," Orihime smiled at her brother. He sighed, taking the papers and placing them neatly into his briefcase.
"I need to get these back to the office. If you need anything, Hime, call me, okay." He kissed and hugged her.
"Of course, Sora-nii," she hugged him tightly, kissing him before he headed to the door. She made her way to the room after making sure the front door was locked. She arrived to find Ichigo sitting on their bed, his fist under his chin while leaning on his elbows. She would have laughed and thought it was cute, thinking he looked like the thinking statue. He was seriously angry, and it wasn't time for jokes.
"What keeps replaying in my mind is my fist hitting Tsukishima." His fist tightened as he spoke, to the point that his knuckles turned white.
Orihime sighed, sitting beside him, placing her head onto his shoulders. She took one of his hands as he unwrapped his secured fingers, massaging the marks his nails did, digging into his skin.
"If you're going to support me in court, you have to let go of this anger towards him. I know it's going to be difficult. I would rather you not be there."
"There's no fucking way, that I'm having you face that asshole while I'm not there."
"I know, but Ichigo you can't have them upset you in court. They'll use it to their advantage, the best thing to get back at him, is to trust my brother and Byakuya in handling this. The rest doesn't matter." She leaned to kiss his lips as he grasped her face, deepening the kiss by pulling her closer.
"You matter, Orihime. I love you," he whispered to her.
"I love you too, Ichigo." She giggled when he started to tickle her neck with his lips. He leaned his fiancee back, lying her on the bed while continuing to leave kisses onto her body. He began to remove his pants as she lifted her underwear from the skirt she was wearing. She made to remove her shirt when he halted her movements.
"No, I just really need to be inside you." He kissed her again, aligning his cock, and proceeded to enter her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, widening her legs.
"Ohhh, Ichigo!"
"Mmmm, Orihime," he groaned into her ear, feeling her vaginal walls tighten around him. He quickened his pace, causing her to gasp.
'Ring!'
He ignored his phone, noticing the ringtone was from the hospital. Orihime moaned, opening her eyes that were closed to look at him. He saw with her features that she was aware of the hospital calling too, but she did not attempt to divulge that information at that moment.
His phone stopped as he continued he relentless pounding into her swollen wetness.
'Ring, Ring!'
'Ignore It,' He told himself. He could feel that she was almost there, fuck he was almost there.
"Ichigo, What if -mmmm, it's important- Ahhhh," She yelled. He thrust into her harder before he growled and exited her to grab his phone.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," he said breathlessly through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Orihime, who was lying there staring at him intently.
"I was working out. Does it fucking matter what I was doing. What do you want, Uryu?"
He lifted himself from the bed, pulling up his pants in the process as he grunted, listening to the man on the line.
"Fine, I'll be there in half an hour," he sighed, hanging up the phone to rub his face. He looked at his fiancee who waited for him to say something. "That was Director Ishida. There's a patient he needs a second opinion on."
"What about the other doctors?"
"I think he's come to realize the same conclusion, I did." He kissed her head as he gathered his towel and a clean pair of boxer briefs.
"What's that?"
"Aside from Dr. Unohana, who deals with childcare. The other general doctors are decent enough but not at a standard he's used to coming from Tokyo."
Orihime smiled, bending on their bed to rise to his height. "That means he's acknowledging your skills, Ichigo." She kissed his mouth as he dipped his tongue to lick her lips. He held her away for a moment before he chuckled.
"If I stay here with you, I might not want to leave. I need to get ready and take a cold shower." He kissed her on the lips one last time before he headed to the bathroom. She laid on the bed and hummed to herself. Her body ached for release, but she wasn't going to explore her other options for relief. She'd wait for her fiancee. Orihime giggled when she heard him utter expletive yells in his freezing shower.
x
"I appreciate you coming and offering your services, Kurosaki." The younger man explained, removing his surgical gloves and apparel while washing his hands. Ichigo nodded his head, following him from the surgery room to do the same.
"Of course."
"Although when you first arrived, you looked like you were going to tear someone's head off." Uryu smiled, flicking his hands and drying them.
"As I explained before you just caught me at a bad time." He said through gritted teeth, upset on being reminded that he left his fiancee.
"Well, thanks. This particular surgery I needed someone of your extensive knowledge on brain activity to work alongside me."
"There's no need to explain. The patient was having brain surgery and needed to be conscious. I'm aware of the risks involved and no matter how excellent a doctor can be. It's okay to ask for another set of eyes, during the procedure. I'm surprised you trusted me."
"It wasn't trusting as much as you knew what you're doing." He flatly said, stepping out of the hallways with Ichigo beside him.
"Of course, Director Ishida," Ichigo gave a smug grin, as Uryu glanced at his features to narrow his eyes at the man who was just a few months older than him.
"You haven't changed, Kurosaki. You're still the same arrogant, brash-"
"Arrogant? That's calling the kettle black. You can't even admit that you trust me. Instead, you have a stick up your ass, called pride."
"Could you please refrain from using vulgar language in these halls. You uncouth barbarian."
"What are you, a fucking hall monitor?" He angrily whispered, "You probably were a hall monitor in school."
When the black-haired man began to avoid his eyes and blush, Ichigo covered his mouth to keep himself from bursting out laughing. "Of course you were."
"Shut your damn mouth, you bastard," he hollered, no longer keeping his cool.
"Yikes! I thought doctors were more professional than that?"
Uryu turned to find a spiky-haired man with a tattoo on the side of his neck. Beside him were two other individuals, a young man with calculated green eyes and dark hair. Beside him stood a gorgeous woman with dark hair in a high ponytail with bangs almost hiding her deep piercing eyes that were focused on the orange-haired man.
"Ichigo!" The older gentlemen hugged him as Ichigo seemed to shrug him away. He saw Ichigo look at the younger man with green eyes, who nodded to him as he nodded back.
"This man is going to be your brother-in-law, that's all you have to say to him?" The tattooed man rolled his eyes, stretching out his hand to Uryu, who seemed confused.
"Director Ishida. I'm detective Hisagi Shuuhei, and this is my partner Senjumaru Shutara."
The girl unfocused her gaze from Ichigo to bow and give a curt smile. "Director Ishida." Uryu bowed to her and righted himself before the man in front of him spoke again.
"This young man here is just observing. He's a smart son of a bitch. Wasting his skills, studying to become a lawyer with the Kuchiki Firm instead of being a detective."
Uryu's eyes perked up at the younger man, who raised his hand.
"Ulquiorra Inoue."
"Inoue? Are you related to Orihime Inoue?"
The man nodded. Uryu finally understood the statement of brother-in-law as he looked to Ichigo.
"I understand that your brother, Sora, is a partner also."
"Yes!" He seemed to be a man of few words as Uryu studied him.
"Congratulations on your endeavor. Your sister has become a lovely addition to Karakura Hospital. I look forward to seeing great things, from Inoue's."
"She won't be an Inoue for long," Hisagi winked to Ichigo, slapping his shoulder, "You should get used to calling her Orihime Kurosaki, Director Ishida."
"Unless I see it in fine print, technically it's not a given."
Ichigo looked at the man beside him, as they heard the snickers coming from the black-haired woman before the Director continued.
"What brings you to my hospital, Detective Shuuhei?"
"There was a patient with a bullet wound that came at 19:00. He may know certain information from a Yakuza member we've been investigating. We need to speak to him, so we already have a signed warrant. I just felt like coming to speak with you first, as a formality."
"Of course. Please don't let me get in your way. It was a pleasure meeting you all," he shook their hands and noticed the quiet black haired girl continued to stare at Ichigo. The idea quickly bothered Uryu. 'Was there a reason beautiful women found this fool beside him interesting?' After shaking everyone's hand, he departed. He made it into his office, but not before Ichigo followed him in.
"What the hell are you doing in my office, Kurosaki?"
"The hell was that comment about my fiancee? Don't think you can walk away from saying that shit."
Uryu took off his glasses to place them on his desk while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I was merely stating a fact."
"Fact, huh? Why didn't you speak to Orihime about us showing affection in the hospital?"
Uryu exhaled and leaned back in his chair, placing his glasses back on to stare at the man who refused to take a seat. "There was no need to speak to her when I already reprimanded you."
"Bull fucking shit."
"I've heard nothing but good things about your...fiancee. I felt it unnecessary to burden Ms. Inoue with embarrassing her further, especially when she's associated with you." He chuckled.
"What the fuck? Are you pissed off that someone like Orihime is with me?" The smirk on Uryu's face fell as he remained quiet. "Are you jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous of you? Don't be absurd, and you enamor her." Ichigo saw the blush on the Director's features.
"And if she wasn't?"
Uryu looked at Ichigo for a moment and tapped his fingers on his desk.
"I might have been interested."
"You piece of shit," Ichigo hollered. Uryu stood up, leaning towards the man in front of him to shout back just as loud.
"You asked me that stupid question. I was only giving you my honest answer, you idiot. What do you want me to say, 'Congratulations on being a lucky guy and getting someone like her?' Never mind the fact that that Detective Shutara couldn't stop staring at you."
"Who?"
Uryu deadpanned at the orange-haired man and shook his head to chuckle. "Of course, you don't remember the beautiful detective who was three inches in front of you."
Ichigo thought back and remembered the conversation with Hisagi. "Oh, Hisagi's partner. She was staring at me?"
"You mean to tell me you didn't notice?"
"No. I wasn't the one staring." He gave a smug grin. "Good, ask for her number instead of eyeballing my fiancee."
"I wasn't eyeballing Ms. Inoue. I guess whatever I interrupted was really important, for you to be such a grump. Did I pry you from playing video games?"
"I was playing but it sure as hell wasn't video games," Ichigo gloated with a smile, catching Uryu off guard. The Director, putting two and two together, reddened.
"Get the hell out of my office, Kurosaki."
Ichigo eyed the director for a moment before he headed for the door, before exiting he turned to comment, "I'm getting the hell out because I chose to, not because you told me to." He left, leaving an aggravated Director to finish typing his diagnosis on several patient's files into the computer.
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Yay! GrimNel is married and expecting a baby on the way. I found wrote closure with Grimmjow dealing with his father, the baby, and now I needed closure for him with his grandfather. I needed to show that he didn't hate the man, yeah he was upset with him, but deep down he respected the man.
I also had to put more of Uryu and Ichigo, since it had such a great response when I introduced him. Hmmm, who is Detective Senjumaru Shutara? Well in the manga she's that gorgeous black haired weaver from Squad Zero. But who is she here in this story and why is she staring at Ichigo? (places her fingers to her chin) I did state in the last chapter that Isshin was explaining about what happened to the little girl that Masaki saved. So from my story's timeline, she's younger than Ichigo but older than Orihime. Isshin stated she was good at putting the bad guys away, so I can see Hisagi who was building a task force to stop those corrupted in Japan, that she be one of his choices. Please Review, your comments are like peanut butter to my soul, because you have no idea how much I love peanut butter. = )