Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own. Tite Kubo owns Bleach.

"Morninnng~ Ichigooooo~!" Isshin cried out and attacked Ichigo with a kick. Ichigo dodged and Isshin crashed into the wall where Ichigo was just standing in front of. Isshin gave a little hearty chuckle.

"You're getting more and more better at this, son!"

Ichigo groaned. Isshin's eyes averted to the couch. "You slept on the couch?" And then he glanced back behind him, where a pink haired man with glasses was standing. "Who is that?"

Ichigo looked behind him and pointed at him with his thumb. "Sit down. It's a long story to explain."

Isshin glared at his son. "What's going on, son?"

"Well, ya see..."

After Ichigo explained what was happening, Isshin nodded with understanding. "Well shit, Ichigo. Why didn't you wake me up last night?"

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "I didn't want to bother you. Besides, they had wanted to sleep anyway. It was so late..."

His father nodded. "Well, alright. As long as you are really ex-Arrancars, I'm perfectly fine having you both stay." Isshin directed this at Szayel. Szayel held his hands up.

"Don't need to worry, Mr. Kurosaki. We don't intend to do any harm." He chuckled. "We just need a place to stay, and we thank you both so much for your hospitality, and to take us in at the last minute, at that."

Isshin shook his head. "It's no problem."

Szayel stared at Grimmjow. "So, Isshin knows that we're here now."

"Isshin?" Grimmjow asked.

"Oh, Ichigo's father." Szayel nodded. "He doesn't mind us staying."

Grimmjow snorted. "How nice."

They sat in silence. The clock ticked, and ticked, and ticked...

"I never noticed that the World of the Living was this beautiful," Grimmjow commented after a while, looking outside at the still rising sun. This meant that it was still very early in the morning. Szayel nodded and held back a giggle. He was seeing a totally different side of this man; the powerful, manly Grimmjow. This was a side of Grimmjow, who now sees things in a whole new light.

But that could also be the sedative's fault.

"It is, isn't it?" Szayel replied. "I've only been here a couple of times but it was never as beautiful as it was then." Szayel stood next to Grimmjow and looked outside with him. "Whenever you're up to it, we should go outside and explore this large world."

Grimmjow nodded. "Right."

Ichigo kicked open the door, holding two plates of eggs. "I made breakfast. You have to be hungry by now."

Ichigo handed Szayel a plate. Grimmjow looked at the eggs on the plate and shook his head. "I don't want any."

Szayel sighed. "You have to eat. You have to be hungry, let alone the child itself."

"Aren't pregnant wome—, er, people, always craving odd foods?" Ichigo asked awkwardly. Szayel nodded.

"Yeah, he should be hungry enough to eat a horse." Szayel thrust a plate of eggs into Grimmjow's face. "Eat, please. Or at least attempt to eat some."

Grimmjow groaned and grabbed the plate. "Fine." But, as he stabbed the fork into the egg, the yolk ran. He shivered and shook his head. "I really don't feel hungry."

Ichigo and Szayel sighed. Szayel took the plate. "Fine, don't eat. But, if you happen to get hungry, just let one of us know."

Grimmjow nodded and leaned back, cradling his stomach. "I don't feel so hot."

Ichigo grimaced. "Bathroom's that way. Please make it there before you get sick everywhere."

Grimmjow nodded and jumped out of bed, stopping to wince, and then ran across the hall where the bathroom was.

...

After a while, Szayel grew impatient. "I'm checking on him."

As Szayel went into the bathroom, he noticed Grimmjow's head hovering the toilet. "Are you okay?"

Grimmjow grunted. "Oh yeah, just peachy." He groaned as he hurled everything that was in his stomach, which at this point should be stomach acid.

"Damn, this hurts." He commented after a while, wiping his mouth off with a towel.

"Told you, you should have eaten." Szayel patted the blue-haired man's back. Grimmjow shook his head.

"You could have given me something more appetizing than an over-easy egg. That yolk just looked so fucking repulsive."

As they walked back into the bathroom, Ichigo had a befuddled look on his face. "Are you okay?"

Szayel nodded. "He's fine. Just Morning Sickness."

Ichigo grimaced. "Ooh, boy. Nothing like puking in the morning to get you awake and ready for the day."

Grimmjow shot a death glare at the Substitute Soul Reaper. Ichigo chuckled and looked away, avoiding the oh so horrible glare.

After Grimmjow finished his bouts of Morning Sickness, he fell back asleep without anything to fill his stomach. Szayel shook his head. "This isn't good for him. He really needs to eat something."

"Maybe we can find something sweet here to feed him," Ichigo commented. "like ice cream or cake."

"That would be-" Szayel started, but then looked at Grimmjow's stomach. He saw something move.

Ichigo's eyes grew wide. "'The hell?"

"This isn't right," Szayel glared at the bump. "It shouldn't even be developed that much to move like that yet." He got up from his seat. "He should be at least 16 weeks in before it starts to do something like that." He placed his hand on the moving bump.

Grimmjow slept peacefully, as if nothing was happening. As Szayel gently touched the bump, he could feel the small figure underneath.

Then, the infant's hand grabbed Szayel's own, through Grimmjow's own skin. Grimmjow shuddered with immense pain and shook his head. The infant pushed it's head forward, making an imprint of it's face on Grimmjow's stomach. The lips mouthed a word.

Ichigo jumped out of his chair, the chair toppling backwards as he gripped the desk beside him. "Did—did you just see that? Its lips... it looked like it said-"

"-papa." Szayel muttered, finishing Ichigo's sentence. "It looked it said 'papa'."

Szayel was lost in a deep trance as the infant's lips kept mouthing 'papa'. It still held Szayel's hand tightly and Grimmjow let out a scream of heart-wrenching pain. His eyes shot open and peered down at the supernatural sight in front of him. He groaned.

"Wh-what the hell is it doing to me?"

Szayel didn't reply. He was so lost within the depths of his mind, and his eyes shown emptiness as he stared into the empty wall.

In Szayel's mind, he could see the small infant, but at an older age. Maybe...5 or 6 years old? Its hair resembled Szayel's, but the color was a light blue. The child had hollow remains of Szayel's glasses and Grimmjow's jaw. He also had blue eyes, just like Grimmjow.

Szayel stared at the kid, squinting his eyes. The child let out a small giggle.

"Papa..."

Szayel twitched. He glared at it. Whether it was female or male, he wouldn't know. He's not able to tell.

"Papa..." It repeated once more and giggled again. It held out its hand.

Szayel stuck his own hand out and grabbed it. The child tugged on his arm, taking him to some place that Szayel didn't know. But, the place did bear some resemblance of Hueco Mundo.

They stopped in front of a building. "This is where we escaped," Szayel thought to himself.

The child pointed at the building with its other hand. "They're coming after you, Papa. You and Mama."

Szayel twitched again. "H-how do you know?"

The child giggled once more and started to slowly fade away. Szayel held out his hand, trying to reach the fading figure, but he only grabbed air. After the child had disappeared completely, he found himself staring into the pained face of Grimmjow. Szayel pulled his hand away and Grimmjow sighed with relief. His empty eyes stared at the ceiling.

"What in the world just happened?" Ichigo asked. He glared at Szayel, looking into his eyes for an answer. Szayel glanced at his own hand, remembering the firm grip of the child's hand.

Ichigo looked at the hand Szayel was inspecting. "Are those burn marks?" Ichigo shook his head. "But that can't be; you weren't even near anything that could have..."

Szayel nodded. "It's impossible..."

Ichigo sighed. "What happened? You were out of it for a minute..."

Szayel shuddered. "The infant,"

"Huh?"

"Ichigo..." Szayel stared into Ichigo's eyes.

"They're coming for us, Ichigo."

Author's Note: Blargh.

I'm not sure about this story. I dunno if I want to continue it or not, but that may change. Who knows? /shot
Review~ I would like to know if I should change anything or if I screwed up anything, and of course- I want to know what you think.

(I felt kinda odd writing the last part of this story. Supernatural things, yay~!)