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Chapter 7

Ichigo was trying his best not to fidget as Isshin was checking him over, making sure everything was going well with his pregnancy. Not that it was easy, especially with Urahara giggling every time he flinched. Why was the Geta-boshi even in here anyway? His eye twitched at the next giggle.

Ichigo forgot his anger when a frown settled on Isshin's face. He squirmed away from Isshin's pokes and prods at his swelling stomach.

"That's weird." Isshin said softly as he put a light pressure on Ichigo's stomach. Then a goofy smile crossed his face, making Ichigo uneasy. He recognized that smile, it usually meant he was about to hear something he didn't like or his father was about to do something stupid.

"My darling son! Either I'm going to be a grandfather twice over, or the fetus is growing faster than normal. And I'd stake my bet on twins after all it runs in the family."

Yep, Ichigo definitely did not like the words coming out of his father's mouth. He groaned. It was bad enough he was pregnant, but twins on top of that, god must hate him that was the only explanation.

"Soooo," a pause. "There will be two little versions of you running around in seven and a half months. Ooo, I just can't wait. There will be so much for me and Yoruichi to teach them. Don't you agree, my cute little student?" Urahara gushed.

Ichigo froze in silent horror. Oh hell no!

"Like hell you'll teach my children your perverted ways! I'm gonna…" Ichigo suddenly looked nauseous. "I'm going to hurl!" Ichigo dashed to a garbage can and emptied his stomach. "Oh god, how much longer will I have to suffer from morning sickness?"

Both Isshin and Urahara shifted uncomfortably, and Ichigo gave a sigh. "It's not going to go away, is it?"

"If anything, Berry-chan it's going to get worse. While male shinigami can bear children, their body really isn't built for it so their pregnancy experience is a little different from women's. For one, if they get morning sickness if does not go away because of the body having trouble adapting to the changes. And you having twins just made it worse. You'll probably be on complete bed rest by the seventh month." Urahara said cheerfully waving that annoying fan in front of his face.

Ichigo's glare was murderous. If only looks could kill. Isshin slapped his hand over Urahara's mouth and hissed. "Shut up Kisuke! Are you trying to get us killed?

Isshin was thrown aside as he wasn't the target of his son's rage. He sagged in relief as Urahara was pulled into a room and the door shut closed behind them. He winced at the cries of pain coming from behind the door, but didn't dare interfere. He gave a shudder at a particularly agonizing scream. Well Kisuke couldn't say he wasn't warned, because there was no way in hell he was going to get between Ichigo and his prey. Not after that incident with the nachos that happened when Masaki was pregnant. He shuddered again trying not to curl into a fetal position.

The door opened and Ichigo walked out smiling. "Ah, I feel so much better. Oh, before I forget, I have to talk to you about something. Come on I want to get this over with."

Isshin held back a flinch at Ichigo's abrupt change of mood, and then looked into the room to find Urahara in a twitching bloody heap. Ouch! Yeah he wasn't getting on his son's bad side. Sorry Kisuke, but you're on your own.

Ichigo led him to his office and took a seat in his chair. His face was serious, indicating to Isshin that he really didn't want to talk about whatever it was on his mind.

"Oyaji, truthfully, what will happen if Soul Society finds out I'm pregnant?"

Isshin cringed. He didn't want to answer this question.

"They will kill the children for being hybrids either through abortion or after they are born, and then you would be put on a trial being the 'mother' so to speak. If you are found guilty of treason, you will be executed." He didn't say what they would do if they found out about the incomplete bond. Ichigo didn't need to worry about that right now.

"I thought as much. Now how can I disappear? I really don't want to leave my friends to fend for themselves, but my children are more important. I'll do anything to protect them, and the funny thing is they are not even born yet, and I already know I love them." Ichigo said as he rubbed his stomach lovingly.

Isshin nodded. He understood he may have hated that they came from rape, but those kids were his grandkids, and he couldn't help but love them anyway, much the same way he loved his own kids from the moment he became aware of them.

"Actually me and Kisuke already have a plan in motion to get you out of here within the next week. You'll have to disappear completely from Soul Society's eyes."

"And how will you manage that? They seem to be able to find anything and it is not as if I can hide my spiritual pressure. Trust me I've tried and failed."

"Well they can't find you if they aren't looking for you." Isshin grinned nervously. "So instead of just disappearing, you're going to die."

Ichigo just stared.

"Urahara style!" Isshin added with an excited yell.

"Oyaji!"

III

Grimmjow never made it a secret that he hated Aizen's rule. He was the most rebellious of Aizen's army and for a good reason. Aizen may have been the strongest, and may have sat upon Shiro's throne pretending to be a god, but he never had Grimmjow's respect or loyalty. Those belonged solely to Shiro. Even if he did give him that degrading nick name.

"Ooooh Grim-kitty!" Yeah, that one. Oh! Shiro was calling for him. Shit!

"What do ya want Shiro." He grumbled to hide the fact he had been in deep thought, it would ruin his badass reputation if anyone knew he was truly someone who thought everything through… he could hear it now - his carefully built reputation shattering like glass.

"We have to talk, you will follow me."

Grimmjow was suddenly concerned. Shiro was rarely serious about anything, but when he was … he shuddered. The last time he was serious without a hint of his carefree attitude he had been sent into a hibernate state, and they had been without a real King for a couple a months.

They arrived at a set of black doors that signified Shiro's room. Shiro plopped down on a bed and motioned for Grimmjow to do the same.

"You're curious aren't you Grim-kitty, about what I want to talk about?" Shiro shrugged casually judging Grimmjow's reaction. He saw what he was looking for in Grimmjow's tense form and grinned. "I have taken a mate."

The words left a feeling of disbelief and anger in his gut.

"Yeah? So what's that got to do with me?" Grimmjow said neutrally. He didn't want to know that Shiro had taken a mate. It made a fire that he recognized as jealousy rise in his chest.

"You've met him; in fact he gave you that scar you so proudly display on your chest." Grimmjow froze, all anger gone in that instant. The strawberry, but why? The question must have shown on his face because Shiro continued to speak after a moment. "I know that you wanted him." Shiro leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I'm willing to share ya know. Yer special. If it were anyone else who was eyeing my Ichigo, I'd have to kill them. I'm willing to share, but you must give me what I want in return." He shivered when Shiro licked his ear as he pulled away.

Grimmjow knew exactly what Shiro wanted, but had denied him that before. For what he wanted was cubs and neither of them was willing to carry, they were dominants. Dominants did not get pregnant unless they wanted to, such was their control over their spiritual pressure. He couldn't help but wonder what would change with the strawberry in the mix.

"Shiro you know what I really want, can I get that?"

Shiro grinned. "Not from me, no, but Ichigo already carries my cub. He's a complete submissive, and he has no control over his spiritual pressure which makes it easy to knock him up. And once my cub is born, I'll allow you to knock up our mate."

Grimmjow grinned at the thought. He was seriously considering Shiro's offer. He'd be even stronger too; they all would since they would be able to pull on each other's power when they were in a pinch. Then his thoughts turned to the delicious Strawberry, his mind immediately conjuring up an image of him heavy with cub. Grimmjow snickered; the image was cute, especially because of the Strawberry's adorable scowl.

"But would he be willing?" Grimmjow asked carefully. He really wanted to say yes to Shiro's proposal. He get all of his desire answered in one go, and he and Shiro were strong enough that any cubs would be well protected until they were old enough to defend themselves.

"Do you really care?" Shiro grin widened at the indignant look Grimmjow shot him. "Maybe not at first but I'm sure you could persuade him."

Oh this would be fun! A grin split across Grimmjow's face. "So when are we going to pick our little Strawberry? Who knows what trouble he will get into if we leave him to his own devices for too long."

Shiro chuckled. "Give it a few days, we have to clean this place from trash first. Yes, that means you can kill those you know to be traitor, except Szayel, I still like him. Plus we kind of need him as he is the only one who can qualify as a medic in this place."

Grimmjow sulked. He so wanted to kill that arrogant pink bastard, but he knew Shiro was right.

"Can I torture him a little?"

"Sure, just nothing that would hinder his duties."

III

Orihime stood looking out the single barred window in her room into the eternal night sky. No one knew where she was, so she wondered how long it would take someone to realize she was missing. She hated this place; it was so white and colorless, and silent. Occasionally she would hear a scream and feel someone spiritual pressure drop to nothing. She wondered what Shiro would do to her once he finished his takeover of this place.

There was a knock on the door, but she didn't bother to answer.

"Woman, you are to eat. Shiro-sama orders you to be kept in good health. He also said that if you ate you would be allowed out of the room for a while, I will of course be your escort."

"Oh. I never got your name. What is it?" She asked cheerfully smiling brightly even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I am called Ulquiorra Schiffer. Now eat, or would like me to leave you trapped in this room? I care not either way."

Orihime looked over at the food and saw some of her favorites, she really didn't expect to get foods the way she made it in this place, she knew what she ate made other people sick. She took a bite of the salami and banana sandwich. Oh, it was good.

"How did you know all my favorites?"

"Shiro-sama was kind enough to tell the cooks of your eating habits. As to how he knows, that is something to ask him."

She smiled at him, and giggled. It may be a little lonely, but she knew that this place could have been a lot worse. Plus it had good food. She bet Kurosaki-kun would like it too.

III

Rukia arrived at the Kurosaki clinic shortly before school was let out. Normally she would wait for Ichigo at the gate, but she wanted to talk to him privately, so she was going to sneak into his room and wait for him.

She was surprised to find him already in his room hunched over a garbage can.

"Ichigo, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, quiet midget, I'm busy losing my lunch." Ichigo mumbled throwing up again. "Stupid Urahara. This is his entire fault, I know it is." He said as he got up wiping his mouth off.

Rukia twitched. She went to hit him but stopped, he was sick enough to be throwing up and that meant he would probably aim at her out of spite.

"I guess you don't want my information then." She gave a smirk. Not that she really was going to withhold it from him, she wanted answers as well, and she was going to get it one way or another.

Ichigo looked blankly for a moment before it clicked into place.

"Oh, umm, I'm sorry…" He offered.

Rukia sighed. That was probably the best she lets off him.

"There was only one Isshin on the registrar, a Captain Isshin of squad 3, declared dead almost forty-five years ago. I hadn't even entered the academy at that point, and no one mentions him because he's the captain commander's son… Ichigo?"

Rukia stopped when she saw Ichigo's frozen expression. He seemed to be in shock, like she had told him something that unnerved him.

"Ichigo?" She tried again, but he didn't even blink.

After a few minutes of her trying to get through to him, he choked and said. "Captain Commander?"

"Yeah, Isshin Yamamoto was his son. What I want to know is why you want to know about him?"

"Oh that, I heard Urahara mention the name, but then he wouldn't tell me anything, said something about them being good friends since the academy." He gave her a partial lie. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Rukia know he was asking about his dad. If Yamamoto really was his grandfather, he did not want that man knowing anything until he had talked to his dad about this new information. "If that's all you need Rukia, I've been really sick today and would like to go back to sleep. Why don't you go check on Orihime? I haven't seen her for almost two days."

Rukia eyes narrowed, something wasn't right about the way he answered the question. It wasn't the whole truth, and then he went and changed the subject. What was she missing, and why did the picture Captain Ukitake look so familiar as if she had seen it before. She pretended to accept Ichigo's answer and left him alone.

She passed the clinic office on her way out and froze. She turned her head so fast she got whiplash as she read the nameplate on the clinic's door. 'Doctor Isshin Kurosaki.' She thought back to her meeting with Ichigo's dad, and his image superimposed over the shinigami photo of the former captain of the third division. In that instant, everything clicked in place.

"Holy crap! No wonder Ichigo's so powerful; he's the Captain Commander's grandson."

"And I'd like it very much if that piece of information didn't get back to my father."

Rukia gulped as she turned to see a frowning Isshin Kurosaki who was looking every bit the captain he had been over forty years ago.

III

Noriykoi: O.o The Grimmjow thing came out of left field so to speak, even I didn't see it coming and I'm the writer.

Grimmjow: You were going to deny the reader the privilege of gazing upon my sexiness.

Hichigo: I like this, can anyone say threesome.

Noriykoi: *Bangs head against the table.* Why me.

Ichigo: Serves you right. Wait you bitch you're going to make me have sex with the both of them I just know it. How many times am I going to get my ass raped in this fic?

Noriykoi: Um Bye.