Hai everyone. It's my first fanfic, so enjoy....

Disclaimer: I surely don't own bleach

Chapter 1

Grimmjow smirks from across the street. After three days of a useless vacation, finally he's able to return home. He unlocks the door and sighs. He has wasted his money on nothing, but he can't blame others since it was him himself who chose the place. That private island he read on a pamphlet before had captivated his eyes. So, in order to refresh his mind for his next novel, he booked one of the bungalows and tried to concentrate on his next project. But that was the end of summer holiday, and with so much people had the same idea with him, the private island was no longer private anymore.

Well, but he can't say that he doesn't like that short but lively vacation. Yes, he didn't get any progress for his work but he really had a lot of fun with women and men there. Women and men? No…no…you read that right. Grimmjow is someone who is sexually attracted to those both sexes. And he is proud of that, actually. He is also a novelist, errmm…a certain kind of novels for adult that is sold in certain stores only, that kind of novel that every parents in this world would happily burn them into ashes.

He steps inside and throws his luggage on the floor. It's so damn hot; he wipes his forehead and storms to the kitchen. He checks the refrigerator and curses loudly.

"Shit! I forget that I turned this damn cupboard off before I go. Now I don't have any cold beer!"

He takes one of the not so fresh beers can and slumps on the chair in the adjoining dining room. Not bad… He takes a deep breath and looks around. Good, now he's stuck in this stupid house again. It's so weird, every time he left for more than a day, he would miss this place called house. But after he's in it he will hate it. What's wrong with him? Grimmjow sulks on his seat. The problem is he needs something new. This last two years, his life seemed so boring. He was scheduled, controlled, organized and maintained, by his manager, publisher, even by people he barely knew. God, I need something different in my life, even if it's just a little.

Grimmjow scratches his chin and frowns. Damn those people! He throws the empty can to the corner, and then tilts his head, staring at the door to the small garden at the side of his house. What's that? A big wooden package? He opens the door slowly, and examines it. No wonder he couldn't see it when he arrived, someone placed that big box behind the bush that grow wildly on that little yard. He shakes it a little. Not so heavy. Did he order something from somewhere? By the look of that wood material of the package, it must be something fragile. A big Chinese vase maybe? Oh shit! It must be something from his manager. She always sent a gift every time he had finished his novel.

He grunts and searches for some doormat. He places it under one side of the box and then pulls it inside using the other side. Damn, it's not that light either! He rummages his drawer to find his biggest screwdriver, a hammer, and spends the rest of his day fighting to open his gift. After a half hour or more, Grimmjow finally successes to pull all the nails out. He moves the upper board and freezes. Someone has sent him a corpse!!

God, I just want a little excitement, not one big death disaster! Grimmjow is about to run and call the police, but his feet refuse to move. He just stares at the body at the bottom of the box. It's a boy; crouching with his hands are tied at his back, the same treatment to his feet, blindfolded and gagged. That boy wears only a blue cloth similar with the one used by the hospital's patients. What's this? Does someone play a prank on him? Carefully, Grimmjow pokes the boy's shoulder with his screwdriver and almost jumps backward when he heard a slight whimper. Oh shit! He's still alive! Panic, Grimmjow demolishes the rest of the wall boards.

"Oi! Oi, boy! Wake up!" Grimmjow pokes the boy's cheek. He loosens the tie of his hand and the cloth used to blindfold and gag the poor boy.

"Hey! You're not dead, are you?"

Slowly, the boy opens his eyes. A pair of beautiful but fearful emerald eyes blinks and then stares at him.

"Oh, God! What happen to you?"

The boy adjusts his hand shakily and reaches for him. Grimmjow leans forward, but that hand moves, quite fast for his condition and almost scratches his eyes.

"Ow! What's wrong with you?" Grimmjow grabs the hand. Maybe this shit little boy really is one of the patient from that mentality hospital. But is it a newest method to send the hopeless patient back to his family? The boy hisses painfully when Grimmjow touches him. And then Grimmjow realizes some cuts on his arms.

Doesn't want to take another threatening risk, Grimmjow has no other option but to tie the hands back, ignoring the shriek come out from his mouth. He looks for the address of the sender, but finds nothing. Grimmjow is still contemplating to call the police when suddenly a new thought strikes his brain. How long was the boy staying there in that box? Just now? A day? Two days? Three days? OK, take the maximum, three days…without water and food. Grimmjow swears loudly and runs to the kitchen. Ouch, he doesn't have that rehydration drink, so he took one glass of water and adds a spoonful of sugar, a pinch of salt and then stirs it carefully.

"Okay boy, I don't know what's wrong with you, so I'm so sorry that I have to tie you again. I'll let them free if I'm sure you won't harm me, but we'll do that later. Now I want you to drink…" Grimmjow puts the tip of the straw in front of the boy's lips. "Slowly, okay?"

The boy sucks greedily; Grimmjow has to pulls the straw out. "I said slowly. Or you'll choke…"

After the glass empty, Grimmjow rummage his kitchen's cabinet to find his instant porridge. He remembers he still has any when he got stomach ache and could only eat soft foods. When he finds them, he checks the expired date. Good! Just a week before the specified date! He cooks one and let it warm before brings it to the boy.

When he returns to the dining room, the boy still lies helplessly on the bottom board. Grimmjow kneels behind the slumped body. "I'll move you to the couch, boy. Don't do anything stupid or I'll throw you to the street!" But he hears only a slow grunt. Grimmjow puts his hands under the back and the knees of the boy and lifts him. The boy clenches his teeth and whimpers in pain. Grimmjow almost lets go of him, but manages to bring him to the couch. He checks the boy carefully. Beside the hospital like cloth that he wears, that boy wears nothing. And Grimmjow also finds other cuts all over his slender body and feet, along with some scary bruises and wounds like teeth marks. A trail of dried blood between his legs makes Grimmjow flinches in disgust. This boy definitely has been abused, tortured and raped. Who could do something like that?

Slowly, Grimmjow feeds the boy. Never in his life before he treats a sick person like that, even his grandfather, his only family who took care of him since he was a small boy, because he hired a professional nurse for tasks like that. After the food is gone, Grimmjow let the boy rests and sleeps. He still doesn't dare to open the rope; well at least he didn't tie his hands too tight.

Grimmjow sits on the floor, thinking. Who's that boy? Looks like he still 16 or 17. A kidnapping victim? Ah, yes…if not because of the wounds, his skin is smooth and white like a marble, and his hair; even though it's a kind of messy right now but he knows that it's used to be groomed well, in other words: a rich kid. That boy is a mental disorder patient, kidnapped for ransom or sold for sex slavery, which one? Grimmjow knows that he has to call the police, but his brain tell him not to. For what reason, he doesn't know. Maybe he's just afraid that he'll be dragged into this case. Or maybe, this is the adventure that he has been waiting for?

Grimmjow takes care of the kid. He brings him foods and drinks, tends his wounds, all without loosens his rope. The next day, after that boy seems to be able to respond well enough, Grimmjow made him promised to behave and then he opens the rope and gives him some of his shirts and Bermuda shorts. They're too big for his small and slender body, but better than nothing. Grimmjow finds that the boy's mental condition is fine despite his screaming at sleep, but what can you hope from someone that seems to just have experienced a horrible things.

"What's your name?" asked Grimmjow three days later after he's sure that the boy is strong enough to have a conversation.

"Ulquiorra… Ulquiorra Schiffer." The boy answers in a low tone.

"I'm Grimmjow Jaguerjacques. And mind to tell me why you were inside the box on my yard?"Grimmjow put one of his buttocks on the high stool beside his pantry.

Ulquiorra just stays silent. Grimmjow sighs.

"Where's your home?"

Again, Grimmjow doesn't get an answer. He growls in anger, losing patience already.

"Hey kid! I can't help you if you only give me your name!"

Ulquiorra checks his battered arm. "How did you find me?"

"What? Hey, I'm the one who should ask you that! How in the world you land on my yard?"

Ulquiorra shakes his head, giving Grimmjow a sharp look. "You're not one of them? It's your trick to get to my father, right?"

"What are you talking about? Who's this 'them' anyway?" Grimmjow shouts angrily. "Look, I had a nice vacation for three days, and when I got home, I found a damn package on my side yard. Know what's in it? You! Are you a special package from hell for someone?"

Ulquiorra gives him a suspicious look.

Grimmjow reaches a paper from the countertop beside him, "Listen, I think you're supposed to be delivered to this man……Kaname Tousen. I found this inside your weird uniform's pocket. I think that the deliverer is so stupid that he couldn't read numbers. Kaname Tousen is in number 39, and my house is number 34. I've checked this Tousen man, he's not around. Empty house." He grabs another paper. "And a letter from Mr. Sousuke Aizen, he ordered this Tousen to take care of you for a while until he finished in handling some wild rats. Geh, what is he, a potato farmer?"

Grimmjow throws the papers to the younger boy. Ulquiorra grabs those papers and reads them carefully. He closes his eyes tightly and whispers frantically, "No! We have to move, we must leave this place! Quick!"

"W…what? Are you…"

"Don't you know the meaning? When they realize that they've sent me to the wrong place, they'll definitely track their last trace and find this house!"

"Hey, but I have no business with all these bullshit!"

"Don't be stupid! Even though it's their mistake, if they find you, they'll kill you!"

"Oh, shit!"

to be continued

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