A/N: I am so, so sorry for the long delay between updates. I have writer's block, plain and simple, but I do try to write every day. It also doesn't help that as soon as school started up I've been buried in homework, and as I can't afford to fail anything this semester, well, I've been neglecting this fic to actually do my homework. Shocker I know. Now that the long boring explanation is out of the way, proceed with the chapter.

Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own Bleach. It belongs to Tite Kubo.

Chapter 11

Ichigo glowered at Grimmjow from his spot on the bed, behind a makeshift wall of pillows. Why wouldn't Grimmjow just leave him the fuck alone so he could wallow in his misery and plot his escape? Not that he really believed he would be able to escape without help, but it was a nice thought. It kept him from falling into despair.

"Aw, come on Strawberry, don't be like that," Grimmjow whined.

Ichigo deliberately turned his nose up like he had seen Rukia do (a product of forty years of having Byakuya as a brother) when she found something that she felt was beneath her notice.

Grimmjow was suddenly nose to nose with Ichigo grinning widely. Ichigo jumped with a yelp, knocking his pile of pillows over, as he was suddenly looking at the ceiling. He grimaced when he felt Grimmjow's rough tongue swipe over his cheek.

"Ick! God damn it, Grimmjow! That's disgusting!"

Grimmjow snickered. "I couldn't resist that scowl of yours, it is just too adorable."

"I'm still a man, damn it! Don't call me adorable!" Ichigo demanded, his fiery gaze willing Grimmjow to catch fire. "Just leave me alone, and let me sleep!" And plot my escape, he finished in his mind. He dared not voice the last part of his thought; he did not want a repeat of the night before.

"You can sleep. I'm simply not leaving this room." Grimmjow said as he stretched out on the bed ignoring the little Strawberry's angry gaze. "Got to keep an eye on you after all. Shiro's orders."

Ichigo flipped him off, before angrily getting off the bed to inspect the book shelf. He knew Grimmjow was there to stay, but damn it, he didn't need a baby sitter. He paused. Okay, so maybe he did, because he would be out of here first chance he got and they all knew it. Still… Grimmjow was acting much more different than he expected he would, especially after what he and Shiro (even in Ichigo's thoughts the name dripped with venom)had done to him the night before.

After looking at the books, noting that all of Shakespeare works were there (God damn it, Shiro was such a stalker) he asked Grimmjow. "Hey, why did you do that to me? I…I thought you hated me."

Grimmjow studied him carefully.

"I did. Still do a little because of your god damn eyes - you still think you're above me, but regardless of that… No, because of that, I wanted you, and I couldn't have you, not with Aizen in charge, pretending to be God." Grimmjow spat with venom. "So I tried to destroy you. I tried to break you into a million little pieces, because I didn't think you could ever be mine, and if I couldn't have you… No one could! Then Shiro came back, and suddenly, I could have you, I could have you both, and I wanted you very badly."

Shivers went up Ichigo's spine at Grimmjow's dark tone. He swallowed, his throat suddenly parched dry. He expected many different responses, but that was not one of them.

"I hate you, but there's a saying among humans I believe…" Grimmjow trailed off, as if trying to find the right words. "'There is a thin line between love and hate', or some shit like that. I don't love you, of course, I can never love you, I'm a hollow, but we take care of and treasure what's ours, because it's ours… Fuck! This is so hard to explain to someone who doesn't live here! You're mine and Shiro's. That's all that should matter to you. Remember that, and keep out of trouble, and you will be treated like a queen by the both of us. Don't and you will be punished."

Ichigo frowned. Everything Grimmjow was saying rang true, but there was still something more, something lying underneath his words. Something he couldn't identify, something he really didn't want to identify.

He flinched, when the door was flung open, slamming loudly against the wall.

"Grim-kitty, I need you to go babysit the new minion now. I need a break from his condescending attitude." Shiro whined. "Honestly, he's a nightmare, he's too spoiled."

"Then why the hell did you let him out of his cell in the first place! Furthermore why the hell is he still alive? Normally you would have killed him already." Grimmjow was really confused on why Shiro had left Aizen alive in the first place.

"He's a forbidden child. How could I kill him directly. It goes against my vow." Shiro said softly.

Ichigo watched in confusion as Grimmjow slumped then grinned. "I can torture him a bit, can't I?"

Shiro looked thoughtful for a moment. "Only mentally," he consented.

Ichigo sweat dropped at the look of glee that crossed the two's face. He was beyond crept out at this point. He was going to hide behind his wall of pillows now. Away from the crazy arrancar who seemed determined to keep him against his will.

The door slammed shut, and Shiro plopped down on the bed. They sat in silence for a while. Well more accurately, Ichigo sat frozen in fear, while Shiro took the opportunity to lay his head on Ichigo's lap. "Relax, Queeny, I'm too tired to do anything today, and you don't have to worry about Grim-kitty either. Last night was an exception, he usually will back off when he's told no. Although no one here would blame him for disregarding your wishes. To them, you're just a submissive."

Ichigo relaxed slightly. "Why?"

Shiro sighed. Why what? Why could mean a lot of things, and he really didn't want to answer.

"Don't question, just accept, Queeny."

Ichigo was silent for a while thinking back onto the dream, wondering where in the world he had come up with the name Kaito. He didn't realize he had been thinking aloud until Shiro went ridged. He jerked upright and turned to face Ichigo, rage clear on his face.

"That name," he rasped darkly. "Where did you hear that name?" Who did he have to kill for telling secrets to his dear Queeny?

"A dream!" Ichigo managed to breathe out despite Shiro's immense spiritual pressure forcing the breath from his lungs. "I dreamt it."

The pressure vanished as soon as Shiro snapped out of his rage realizing that he was hurting Ichigo. He leaned forward wrapping his arms around trembling Ichigo, and burying his face into the crook of the orange head's neck. Partly to calm himself and partly to reassure Ichigo that he didn't mean to hurt him. "I'm sorry Ichigo, I didn't mean to… I lost control for a moment, will you be alright?" Shiro mumbled.

He released a breath of relief at Ichigo's nod.

"That's good. That's very good." He was shaky; his time in Aizen's presence had really agitated his nerves. That guy was so, ugh…Well, he had Shiro on his last nerve that was for sure. He hated Aizen, and if it wasn't for his vow, Aizen would be dust.

There was one other fact: Aizen was a pawn in his plan to reclaim what Soul Society took from him and his three thousand years ago, some things he would never get back, but his kingdom being returned to something of its former glory was edging closer with each day. He had Aizen to take the fall for everything, and Orihime, well she played a vital part in his plan with her ability to reject reality. It was one of the reasons he would not kill her. He really, really wanted to though.

"Shiro…" Ichigo started softly, bringing Shiro out of his thoughts. "What does the name Kaito mean to you?"

Shiro laughed bitterly. "It's a reminder, a reminder of what was taken from me by the Shinigami." He paused. "And it is my name. The name my mother gave me. Do not ever call me by that name! Queeny, I hate it. I hate being reminded of what I've lost. Of how weak I once was."

Ichigo froze at the dark tone and held back a whimper. He was still terrified of Shiro, but he was doing much better than he thought he would. He wasn't about to pass out at any rate, and he was talking to Shiro without stumbling over his words, which was pretty damn good in his opinion. He'd had already realized he wasn't afraid of Shiro hurting him, he actually wished he would, but Shiro seemed to go out of his ways to cater to his needs. Except when it came to sex, that was only for his own gratification, and as much as he hated to admit it, Ichigo was beginning to like it. He wanted more, he craved it, and for now he was going to chalk that up to pregnancy hormones.

Shiro eyes softened as he gazed upon Ichigo's form. He would never let his little Queeny go, but he doubted Ichigo understood that. If the teen tried to run, he'd drag him back kicking and screaming. Many would call that obsessive love, but Shiro knew it wasn't anything like that. Ichigo was his, just like Grim-kitty was his. He didn't love either of them, but he wouldn't let them go. Hollows didn't love, they obsessed and fixated. And in some ways, Shiro mused, it was far more powerful than humans' love.

"I scared you again, haven't I? Surely you understand I would never physically harm you. You belong to me… and Grimmjow. We will take care of you and protect you. You're our Queen. Why do you still fight us so? I understand the need to adjust, but you try to fight us at every turn."

"You're a hollow, how can you truly understand what you've taken from me?" Ichigo tone was scathing. "You raped me, impregnated me, kidnapped me. You took me from my home, from my family. I can't protect them like this. I promised I'd always protect them, and right now I can't even protect myself from you. You tore down everything I like about myself, which is very little, and replaced it with self-loathing. I hate you! You took me from everything, and then you threatened me with my family and friends' safety!" Ichigo took a deep breath. "And to make it worse, I'm nothing but a possession to you and Grimmjow. You can have my body, but you will never have me!"

Ichigo sat partially frozen in shock. Had he really just yelled at Shiro like that? Oh hell, he had. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath. What would Shiro do in response to his outburst?

Shiro found all of it amusing, at least his Queeny's fire was still there. A bit subdued, but it burned just as brightly as before he had tried to break him. He knew now though, that Ichigo wouldn't just break, he'd shatter, and well it was much easier to fix someone who was broken rather than shattered. So instead, he was just going to focus on getting Ichigo to bend.

Shiro shifted so he was behind Ichigo, and then leaned in till his mouth was right next to Ichigo's ear. "You're mostly right, I did all those things. But understand this, you may fight all you want, but I always, always get what I want in the end. You can either take that fact with grace or I'll drag you kicking and screaming. It doesn't matter to me."

Ichigo let out a gasp as he was pulled into Shiro's lap. He shivered when he felt Shiro's hand caress his slightly protruding stomach. "They'll be strong. I hope you will come to understand your place in this world. Until then, let us rest. I'm tired, and I'm sure you are as well."

Ichigo didn't bother to fight. This was only a battle, but he planned on winning the war.

I

"It will start soon." The cat-eared spirit said as he eyed the growing soul that would soon be his partner.

"That, it will. I wonder will we survive the transition?" His female counterpart asked.

"Who knows, it's been a long time since any of their kind has been born."

Zangetsu was disturbed. Something was wrong. Not with Ichigo exactly, but with the growing souls. There was an inky blackness he associated with Hollow spiritual particles creeping into the two souls.

"What's happening?"

"A pivotal moment in their development, whether we survive this depends on the soul's strength. Not all survive this process, but the bond in place should help. Ichigo will survive, the children though, our partners… We can only hope." The boy said sadly.

II

Ichigo shot up as pain coursed through his lower back, and wrapped around to his front. It was agony. He thrashed about as Shiro tried to hold him still. Oh sweet Kami, it hurt so much. Someone was screaming. Oh, he gave a detached thought. That was him.

"Shh, Queeny, it will be alright." Shiro whispered into his ear, then. "GRIMMJOW! Ichigo's going through transition. It too early to be safe, he could lose the cub, get your ass in here!"

Ichigo was vaguely aware of being carried as the pain began to spread.

The twins, he couldn't lose them. He tried to say something, anything, but all that came out of his mouth was a long piercing scream.

"It will be okay Ichigo. You'll be fine."

What about the cubs, would they be alright. Why was Shiro crying? He screamed again as every nerve felt aflame.

Dark spots began to appear in his limited vision. No, no, no. He couldn't pass out. He didn't want to lose his cubs. He… Darkness took him.

III

Norykoi: I finally update and I leave you all with a cliffhanger. Mahahahahha

Hichigo: And more emotional baggage.

Grimmjow: And why was I only in the chapter for a little bit.

Ichigo: Am I going to lose the twins? Answer me damn it!

Norykoi: 0.0 Well that is to say, um bye!