A/N: All good things must come to an end. :) And now I present to you the conclusion!

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. D:

Warnings: Yaoi, fluff, WAFF, domestic romance, humor, potential OOC :D Wee!

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Epilogue

Grimmjow leisurely ambled down the halls of Las Noches, silently appreciating the bold, vivid colors of the hanging tapestries and paintings along with the giant vases and statues strategically placed throughout the cream-colored corridors, the plush embroidered rugs soft and bouncy beneath his soft-soled slip-on shoes. He had to admit that Nel and Hal had good tastes when it came to redecorating.

Making a turn into his wing he shared with Ichigo, the blunet King quietly opened the door that would lead him to the deep recesses of their chambers, making his way passing the spacious lounging area into the Master bedroom. There he found his mate on their massive bed, curled up on his side like a kitten with his gorgeous face relaxed and peaceful in his slumber, an innocence radiating from him that is rarely seen when he was conscious. Grimmjow almost felt guilty rousing him from his nap, but duty calls.

With a purr, the older male gracefully crawled in and hovered over his berry like a predator, before gently nosing him on the cheek and nuzzling him awake. "C'mon, Ichi. Time to go to work."

Ichigo grumbled in his sleep, giving a wide yawn as he shifted and gold-on-black eyes fluttered open. "Mmm…Grimm?" A drowsy smile pulled at the orange haired monarch's lips at the sight of his glorious Alpha above him, and he tugged the bigger man down on top of him, wanting him close.

"Hey, babe," they shared an unhurried kiss, before Grimmjow reluctantly pulled away to gaze into those exotic half-lidded pools, "You need to get up. They're all waitin' fer ya."

Ichigo furrowed his brow and pouted, "Already? I wanna stay in bed a little longer." The blunet smirked. Even after his body transformed itself back to his more masculine self, his berryhead still sounded so cute when he was being petulant, even with that rich baritone of his. Grimmjow loved his Ichi in all of his forms.

"I know, mi corazón(1). I do too, but the sooner ya do this, the sooner yer free to do whatever fer the rest of the day, yeah?"

"Oh, fine," the ruler of Hueco Mundo huffed though there was a playful gleam in his eyes before they both got up and Grimmjow helped him get dressed.

He decided on something more simple than what Nel and Hal usually wanted him to wear due to his royalty: a silver mandarin styled robe with small bell sleeves and a large snake weaving its way through flower blossoms sutured into it(2) to go with the pair of light, baggy, alabaster silk pants he slipped on. After he donned on his top, his mate helped him straighten out the high collar and button up the asymmetrical loops and knots running along one shoulder that could sometimes be difficult. Next was a pair of long, slim translucent crystal shaped earrings and his various rings for his right hand symbolizing his status, and then came the terrifying looking, ivory armored gauntlet encrusted in precious gems and stones for his left. It kind of reminded him of Grimmjow's release form, matching the one on the blunet's own right hand, and represented their royal bond and union as mates.

Speaking of whom, Ichigo took in his Alpha's ensemble: black baggy silk pants much like his own held up by a royal purple sash, a black necklace with an ivory pendant of their royal crest – a dragon and a panther up on their hind legs and bracing themselves on Ichigo's Vizard version of his hollow mask – painstakingly carved into it with every minute detail hanging from its velvet strap, and the black opened half jacket that revealed his broad, muscular chest and ripped physique, similar to the one he wore when he was an Espada. The large scar Ichigo had given him so long ago was still there, only adding to the taller man's rugged sex appeal. Unconsciously, the Hollow sovereign licked his lips. He definitely liked Grimmjow in black more than in white, though the former Sexta could pull the stark color (or rather lack of) pretty well too.

Noticing the look of lust on his face, Grimmjow smirked suggestively and started posing and flexing a little for his mate, chuckling when Ichigo blushed and bit his lip. The blunet then shook his head in amusement before grabbing a brush and stepped up behind his submissive, gently running it through the long silky strawberry blonde mane to make sure there were no tangles. Once that was done, Ichigo slipped on a white pair of soft-soled shoes like Grimmjow's black ones and the bigger male offered his left arm to his mate, which he took with an exasperated yet fond expression in his eyes. Then two were off to the Throne Room to hold court, greeting the servants and staff who bowed to them as they went.

It wasn't long before they reached their destination, Grimmjow pushing open a large, ornate door to their left that was reserved only for them and their closest high ranked advisors to pass through. It led to a platform where a single ivory throne sat right in the middle, equally as large and ornate as the door they walked past, though quite enjoyable to sit in with its soft black cushions stuffed with the highest quality down feathers from the most elite purebred Hollow geese in all of Hueco Mundo.

His busty primary advisors stood off to the side, a smiling Neliel waving at them as Halibel remained stoic while she gave them a curt nod, the two bowing along with the rest of their subjects who stood from their seats when the royal couple entered the room, as Grimmjow sat down on the throne right before Ichigo made himself comfortable in his Alpha's lap, just like he used to in his 'pet' days. "Please, sit," the orange haired one said, and everyone did as their King requested. Ichigo cleared his throat. Time to get busy. "Good day, one and all. Let's get this meeting going, ne? The first issue of the day, please."

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Hours later, after solving a problem for the last Hollow that needed to speak with him regarding a territory dispute, Ichigo was just about to wrap it up for the day when they all felt it. Someone not of Hollow descent or blood has opened an unauthorized gargantua into Hueco Mundo.

"Sires, we have intruders," Halibel intoned, serious green eyes looking off into the distance towards where the foreign reiatsu was coming from.

"Does Seireitei have an appointment with you, Itsygo-ouja-sama?" Nel asked in curiosity.

"Hm, now that you mention it, Nel, we were supposed to be expecting some shinigami representatives to come and discuss a peace treaty and some ground rules between our three Worlds. The old man has wanted to do this since I've been crowned, but it was only recently that I finally decided to agree, on the condition I got to pick who was coming."

Just then, a servant came running into the Throne Room to officially announce the presence of their visitors.

"Send them in," Ichigo waved his hand and the doors soon opened to reveal the newcomers. The Hollow King stood and smiled, Grimmjow naturally by his side, "Welcome to Las Noches, guys."

In strolled in Byakuya Kuchiki-taichou of the Sixth Division followed by Shuuhei Hisagi-fukutaichou and newly reinstated Kensei Muguruma-taichou of the Ninth, then the petit Hanatarou Yamada from the Fourth and the giant figure of Kenpachi Zaraki-taichou of the Eleventh with his pink haired pixie of a fukutaichou, Yachiru, riding on his shoulder as always, brought up the rear.

Once they were standing in front of the stairs leading to the throne, their guests bowed to them, some more formally and respectfully than others, and he returned it with a polite nod of his head, amused that Kensei and Kenpachi looked bored as if they weren't surrounded by all different kinds of Hollows (kind of like how Grimmjow was from sitting through court) while Byakuya and Shuuhei appeared stoic and professional; Hanatarou and Yachiru were looking around at all the Hollows, the girl way more enthusiastic in her observations than her timid companion.

"It is good to see you are doing well, your Majesty," Byakuya said in his typical nobleman's voice, though Ichigo could detect the sincerity in his words.

"Thank you, taichou. I'm glad you all got here in one piece."

After pleasantries were exchanged and the shinigamis presented their gifts to the Hollow monarchs in a cordial gesture, Ichigo was about to dismiss the court and personally lead their guests to a more appropriate location where they'd be discussing politics tomorrow and then to their guestrooms, when all of the sudden, "Mama!"

A little teal haired child no more than three years old came running in, elbowing past the bemused shinigamis' knees in his way with an absent "'scuse me" before climbing up the formidable steps and into his mother's arms. At least he didn't forget his manners, so Ichigo didn't scold him for it.

"Kureno? What's the matter, munchkin?"

It was then that a very irritated reiatsu made its way towards them and in came Nnoitra, stomping into the room in his release form, his single violet eye narrowed more than usual, and showcasing his piano-key teeth pulled down in a displeased scowl.

It would have made a pretty intimidating picture (to Hanatarou) if it weren't for the fact that the former Quinta was holding the rest of the royal couple's cubs in four out of his six hands, the other two planted firmly on his hips as he stalked up the red carpet.

"Nnoi-ji won' gimme candies," Kureno mumbled into his mother's robes, a cute little pout on his face complete with furrowed brow and all. Ichigo couldn't help but smile. Kureno looked just like his father with a face like that.

"Oi! That was a low blow, running to yer Ma like that, Niño(3)!" Nnoitra grumbled from the bottom of the stairs, ignoring the group of shinigami and shaking a fist at the small blunet as he tried to keep little two-year-old Shiro from falling from his position sitting on his shoulders and gnawing at his horns, while his younger brother and sister, Jakeru and Masaki, played with the tall man's hair, giggling and tugging the long black locks in delight. The smallest blunette of them all, one-year-old Umi, laid in the crook of another arm, fast asleep and dead to the world until she woke up hungry again.

Kureno stuck out his tongue at his uncle, and the former Quinta returned the childish gesture gladly, his number '5' tattoo still there on the long muscle after all this time.

The strawberry blond laughed, the sound nice and rich and soothing to the ears, "Oh, munchkin. Why don't you give your uncle a break and behave, hm? You know that you can't have candy before dinnertime."

Kureno's pout deepened. "Awww! But I like gettin' Nnoi-ji in twouble…"

"Why you lil'-!"

Beside him, Grimmjow threw his head back and cackled loudly, "That's my boy!" He ruffled his son's hair, gaining a giggle from his little mini-me and grinned. Ichigo shook his head in fond exasperation while the shinigamis all looked at each other, seemingly forgotten for the time being as Nnoitra continued to sulk angrily beside them.

Like father, like son.

Owari.

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1. mi corazón - my heart

2. The top of Ichigo's outfit was inspired by this shawl he's wearing in this: http: / / gallery. minitokyo. net/download/431962

3. Niño - boy

A/N: Yeah, and then eventually Nnoitra got stuck showing the shinigamis to their rooms AND babysitting while Ichigo got to continue his nap with Grimmjow. Kureno won in tormenting his uncle that day after all, in a roundabout way. XD I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, though it may have seemed rushed near the end. The ending turned out kinda cracky in my head but it makes me giggle, haha. Please R&R! I'm curious to see if this will reach 100. Tanks fer reading this silly little fic of mine! 8D