Fragments of your Broken Heart

Ichigo stared at Grimmjow for a few moments letting what he had just been told sink in. Aizen was the one who had done this to the blunette. Why? What had the Espada done, that was so bad to deserve such treatment? Ichigo wondered this for a few moments before his attention was brought to the blue haired man. More precisely Grimmjow's, slightly extended, hole-less middle that the blunette was still protecting.

The teen lifted his gaze from Grimm's stomach area to meet his still dull teal eyes. "Grimmjow, what happened here?" Ichigo signaled to the area he was staring at only seconds before.

Grimmjow's eyes widened and his protective grip around his stomach tightened. A slight growl like sound came from his throat and he yet again tried to move further away from Ichigo. He would protect his cub with his own life if he had to. Everything he had loved had been taken away from him by that bastard Aizen and he'd be damned if he let this Shinigami take away the last thing he lived for, literally.

Ichigo blinked in surprise for a few moments, this was the last reaction he was expecting from the ex-Sexta Espada. Why was he so protective over his middle? What had Aizen done to this poor creature to make him act in such a way? Looking over blunette Ichigo came up with an idea that may just help him gain some of Grimmjow's trust.

Without saying a word, Ichigo rose from the bed and headed to his closet. Grimmjow watched, still tense but he was curious as to what the orange haired teen was up to. Still rummaging in the closet Ichigo soon found what he was looking for. Slowly he stood up and walked back over to the bed.

Still not taking his eyes of the shinigami Grimmjow watched as Ichigo placed a small rucksack on the bed just in front of him then turned around and left the room. Grimmjow blinked in confusion as the bedroom door was shut after Ichigo left the room. He continued to watch the door waiting for the Strawberry to return but after 10 minutes of nothing, the ex-espada slowly relaxed.

It was only then the rucksack that had been placed in front of him caught his attention. Grimmjow stared at it, almost expecting it to do something. After another good five minutes he slowly reached forward and pulled the rucksack into his lap. It also took him a moment to figure out how to open the damn thing. Once he took the zipper into his fingers, he pulled it slowly all the way across until the bag was open completely. Still wary of what may be inside it, Grimmjow decided the best way to know would be to tip what ever it was out. He turned it upside down and all its contents fell out onto the bed.

He stared at the objects that now lay scattered over the bed. Grimm scrunched his brow in confusion. All that lay on the bed was a tattered old teddy bear, a small blanket and a small photo album. Grimmjow slowly reached forward and picked up the album and opened it, the first picture he saw was of a brown haired woman holding a baby that had a small amount of orange hair. Grimm frowned and turned over the next picture, it was of the same woman only this time she was holding a small orange haired boy who mustn't be older than 3 or 4. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces. Grimmjow continued to look through the pictures of the same woman and child, they where all similar by the fact they where always smiling. But it was the last picture that caught Grimm's attention. It was the same orange haired boy but this time he was on his own and he wasn't smiling, there were tears in his eyes and he was dressed in black. It was then he realized who the boy was, it was Ichigo.

Grimmjow blinked as he let realization sink in. Ichigo had let him look through pictures of him from being a baby to being 6-7 years old. Why had he done that? What was he trying to show him?

Just as that thought went through his mind Ichigo came back into the room and sat down at the end of the bed again. Grimmjow just looked up at him almost waiting for answers. "She's my mother, her name was Misaki." The blunette just blinked and tried to understand. "She was killed trying to save me, by the hollow Grand Fisher, I was only 7 at the time" Grimm just looked blank as he tried to figure out why Ichigo was explaining this to him. He finally got the courage to speak for the first time. "W-why are you, telling me all this?"

Ichigo just looked up, "Well since I've been asking you a lot of questions, I just thought Its only fair if I tell you something about me as well" Grimmjow was taken aback by Ichigo's reply. Did Ichigo really trust him that much that he would tell him about his past? The ex-espada sat and pondered whether it would be ok to tell Ichigo his secret. Since the orange haired shinigami had made it clear that he had no intention of hurting him and Ichigo had shown him about his past so why shouldn't he.

Ichigo stayed quiet, watching his blue haired captive obviously debating with himself about some thing. It was actually quite amusing to watch the ex-espada's expressions change and his lips move as he talked to himself. Ichigo mentally chuckled.

Grimmjow finally decided he might as well tell Ichigo his secret. He only hoped that the shinigami wouldn't hate him for it. He protectively wrapped his arms around his stomach and looked away from the teen. "I-Ichigo... do you really want to know?" Ichigo just silently nodded.

Grimmjow just sighed before whispering, "I'm pregnant”