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Chapter 9

Ichigo woke slowly to a throbbing head-ache, unconsciously noting that the bed was soft, and his pillow was warm. His eyes snapped open as he realized his pillow was breathing.

"Wha?" He mumbled drowsily, as he attempted to drag himself to full consciousness. It was the horrifying sound of Grimmjow's laughter that finally jerked him awake. "What the hell!"

He jumped back only to be detained by Shiro, who clasped his arms firmly around Ichigo, holding his arms in place so he couldn't struggle.

"Where d'ya think yah going Queeny? We have so much t' catch up on."

Ichigo felt as if ice water had been dumped on him, as he froze. He had been doing so well too, but the moment Shiro spoke, fear had prevailed. If it had been anyone else, they'd be a bloody heap on the floor, but Shiro was stronger, and invoked overpowering fear within Ichigo.

"I..I.." He took a deep breath and yelled despite his fear while struggling to get away. "Get the ** away from me, you **!"

"Oh ho ho, seems li' the Queeny still has a bit of fight in him Grim-kitty, would ya like to teach him a lesson this time? Seems li' mah hasn't gotten through."

Ichigo froze, his gaze locking onto Grimmjow's grinning face.

"Oh, yes. Do you want to help or will you just watch?"

"I'll join in later, but for now I'll watch." Shiro said as he pushed Ichigo towards Grimmjow, the said arrancar's grin widening even more.

"You sure you won't get jealous? Watching me claim the Berry. After all you wouldn't want to be left out."

Ichigo paled at the implications of Grimmjow's words, and tried to ease his way out from between the two who were staring each other down, while grinning perversely. If he could only reach the door before….

"Now where do you think you're going Berry? Are you trying to escape before we even get to the fun part? Bad Berry. Now we're going to have to up your punishment."

"He's right, Queeny. Besides, ya don want anything tah happen to yah precious Hime-chan, ne?"

Ichigo froze for a brief moment, before turned to face the two. "You're lying! I bet you're working for Aizen!"

The grin faded from Shiro's face, causing Grimmjow to step back, and Ichigo to fall to his knees under the weight of Shiro's spiritual pressure.

"I am King here, Ichigo. I work for no one. Remember that, little Queeny. Grim-kitty,.." Shiro flashed in front of Ichigo grabbing him and throwing him onto the bed in an instant. "It's time for Queeny's punishment, and since I know he's not going to just take it, bring me the special silk scarves, along with the clamps. We're going to ensure he can never escape us after tonight. What do you think Queeny? Being bound to us for eternity, as our mate."

Ichigo's struggles were in vain, as he was stripped and bound, unable to move without the hands of his captors guiding his body.

I

Stark winced at the sounds coming from Shiro's chambers. They weren't hurting Ichigo per se, but he gathered it wasn't pleasant for the young submissive. It was rare to come across a submissive like Ichigo, one so willful, able to stand on his own without a dominate. Although once such a submissive was ensnared, they were fiercely loyal. He sighed. Having his own submissive would be nice. Perhaps he should look for one.

He winced at a particularly loud yell. Perhaps, he should retire to his rooms, and forsake his curiosity. It would be suicidal to do otherwise. If he stood around much longer he was sure Shiro would not hesitate to kill him. What would his dear Lilynette do without him? Well she couldn't bug him, and make him work. Actually, this idea had merit, if he faked his death, he could laze around all he wanted.

He halted that particular train of thought with a violent shiver. If Lilynette even got the hint of what he was thinking, he would be visiting Szyael for quite a long time. So lost in his train of thought he never noticed his feet taking him away from the wing which Shiro has claimed as his own. It was safer in the long run. Shiro wouldn't kill him for eavesdropping.

"Hey Stark," Lilynette asked when he entered his room. "Do you think he will be able to survive here, the submissive? Not many like him live long, as their mates tend to kill them once they get frustrated. That's why I won't take one. I don't want to die just because they don't like my personality."

"I can't always protect you. Not in this place. Don't depend on me." Stark was lying when he said this. He would always protect her, no matter what.

II

Urahara winced as he shifted slightly. The wound wasn't deep, nor was it life threatening, it was just annoying, and it itched. He knew Shiro was a strong bastard, but he thought he had died since no one had heard from him in any way or form for over a hundred years. He should have known better than to assume. Hadn't his past mistakes shown him that?

"Oi, are you even paying attention Urahara? We need to know what happened to Kurosaki!" Toshiro was yelling in his ear.

Oh, that's right. He was supposed to be listening, and explaining about what happened to Ichigo. He couldn't be saved from Shiro's grasp anymore, but he could still be protected from the Soul Society.

"He's dead. He had a rare form of soul sickness, and I caught it too late."

"We caught it too late." Isshin stepped out from the shadows. What he was doing was risky - revealing himself like this, but it would make the story more believable. After all, the Yamamoto family had a history of that particular sickness. Isshin himself had been infected when he was young, and it had only been because of Unohana that his life had been saved.

"Who are you?" Toshiro asked eyeing Isshin's appearance, as he heard Matsumoto gasps.

"Captain Isshin! You're supposed to be dead!"

Toshiro locked his gaze onto Isshin. "You're looking pretty lively for a dead man. Please ignore my lieutenant, and answer my question."

Isshin shrugged, his expression somber. "In the past I was known as Yamamoto Isshin. Nowadays though I go by Kurosaki Isshin. I was content to sit back and stay dead in the eyes of soul society, but my son is gone, a victim of Soul Sickness, and I will not let my girls suffer that same fate. I assumed too much, and it cost me my son."

Toshiro and all the shinigami present blanched in shock. Ichigo was a true born: all the little facts about Ichigo that didn't make sense before slipped neatly into place. What Ichigo was able to accomplish was still amazing, but was more plausible. Especially, since Ichigo was the Captain Commander's grandson. You could cut through the ensuring silence with a knife.

Matsumoto was the first to break the silence. "You intend to return to the Soul Society then?"

Isshin sighed as he had expected that question. "No, not if I don't have to. My girls need me, and for all intents and purposes they are human. The youngest can't even see spirits. Why should I rip them out of their world for the whims of the Soul Society?"

Toshiro had nothing to say to that, he had met Karin, and really she had just enough spiritual pressure to see spirits, so he really couldn't blame Isshin for wanting to stay in the life he built with his family. Still, it really wasn't his choice, because if it was, he would leave Isshin and his family to mourn. Besides, they really shouldn't have been relying on Ichigo in the first place, as he wasn't even an official shinigami of the thirteen court guards.

"This matter is for the Captain Commander to decide." He turned to Isshin and bowed. "I am sorry for your loss. Ichigo was a good comrade."

III

Ichigo laid panting, his eyes glazed in an attempt to escape the unwanted pleasure and pain that Shiro and Grimmjow had put him through. He hissed as they removed all the toys they had used to cause both pain and pleasure. Drool ran from his mouth, and he had fresh bleeding bite wounds on both his shoulders.

"I don't like doing that to ya, Queeny, but ya gotta learn to behave, and listen. For the sake of the cub if nothing else."

"Yeah, little Berry, we only do this to protect you. Hueco Mundo is a harsh place, and while we can protect you from the worst of it, it doesn't mean anything if you don't listen. So Berry…" Grimmjow gave him a harsh kiss. "Obey, or we'll have to punish you again."

"Sex has nothing to do with protecting me," Ichigo rasped in return, sitting up with a wince.

"Sure it does, it's a scent marker, and it tells others you're off-limits. And if you didn't fight us at every turn you would enjoy it." Grimmjow smirked.

Ichigo's jaw clenched "Let me rephrase that: rape has nothing to do with protecting me, and that is what you did to me." He may have put on a brave front but on the inside he was shattering. It was only his devotion to his unborn children that kept him from crumbling into a million pieces and drowning in a sea of despair.

He hardened his resolve as he waited for a response. It didn't matter if he made it through this in one piece or a million, he just had to survive, he had to be strong, no matter how much he wanted to curl into a ball and cry. He didn't dare think about how he came to be in this place. He could only hope that Shiro did nothing to harm his family. He couldn't think beyond his and his children's survival, or else he would falter, and he could not afford to do such a thing.

"I hate those eyes," Grimmjow suddenly said. "Those eyes tell me so much and I don't like what I see. You can't escape Strawberry, but I dare you to try."

Grimmjow words startled Ichigo, causing him to flinch, which of course Shiro noticed. They were pushing too far too fast, but he could not regret the actions he and Grimmjow had chosen to take. That didn't mean he couldn't get Grimmjow to back down a little, even if he was right - Ichigo's eyes were unnerving. Good thing he wasn't a normal Arrancar.

"Now, Grim-kitty, nah need to get so worked up over his resolve. Wha he's resolved about, I have no idea, yet, but I can't wait to find out, by the way," Shiro's voice softened, as he gently caressed Ichigo's face. "I know ya consider what we've done to ya rape, and it was, but we don't care Ichigo, ya belong to us. The sooner ya accept that, the happier ya'll be in the long run. We will take care of ya, and keep ya happy. All ya have to do is not fight us."

He pulled Ichigo into his lap, gently petting his head. "Yah tired, aren'tcha?"

Ichigo carefully shifted in Shiro's arms so he wasn't facing either of the arrancar, stubbornly quiet.

"Still so stubborn," the albino whispered, as he laid Ichigo down and tucked him under silk covers. "Go ta sleep Ichigo. I want our cub to be healthy. And a lack of sleep can't be good for either of ya." Ichigo turned his head to a side intent on ignoring the both of them. It was all he could really do at the moment. He was too sore and too weak to physically fight back, not to mention it could put his children in danger.

He waited until they exited the room, before he let the tears fall. God he hated them so much, partly because even if he didn't want what they had done to his body, in the end he still enjoyed the sensations. And that made everything even worse.

IV

In the world filled with sideways skyscrapers, it was raining again. Zangetsu sighed. He hated rain. It could be worse, he tried to reason with himself. It wasn't helping though. The souls that were Ichigo's children kept the world from becoming an ocean of despair, but he didn't know how long that reprieve would last.

"Rain sucks!"

"Agreed."

Zangetsu turned towards the voices and was surprised to see childlike Zanpakto spirits within his Master's inner world, then chuckled as he realized why they were there.

"I did not expect them to be born shinigami, although I expected the ability to be there." He commented to the young spirits as he looked up to the developing souls.

"They're not shinigami, nor are they arrancar. We don't know what they are only that they will dissolve the barrier between Shinigami and Hollow." This spirit was female and very short, compared to her counterpart. She had short gold spiky hair, gold glowing eyes. To Zangetsu she was clearly a lightning kido type.

"That's right, that's right." This one was male, and came up to his waist, he had cat ears and a tail. His hair was long, and truthfully he looked more like a girl then his counterpart, with his lavender hair and pink eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"We form first, but we are not the extent of their power. They will have hollow powers and… hey stop that, you little brat." The female yelled at her male counterpart who had picked her up and was squeezing her in a bone crushing hug. "I can't breathe."

"I'm taller then you, and you're so adorable I can't resist."

Zangetsu sweat dropped. Was this what it was like to have kids? Suddenly he pitied Ichigo just a little. At least these two would be gone once the children were born, Ichigo would be stuck with his offspring for quite a few years to come.

"I'm not cute!"

A/N: Doesn't writer's block suck, you know what I'm talking about people. Well I try to write a little bit every day, but it could be a while until the next chapters out, so please, please, please don't hate me.

Ichigo: Yes, you can't torture me, it's the reason you can't write smut. Yes

Grimmjow: I wouldn't be dancing, because the longer she's on writer's block the more she will torture you.

Hichigo: *cackles* Oh poor delusional Ichi-bitch. You have no idea.