Melancholy Nox: Babylon
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Babylon is a Motel located in Vicius. An average Motel, to say the least, simply a place to house those that had the money. Not that it was needed though, as the price had become less than a 'Happy Meal' from McDonalds. In other words, Babylon is located in one of the worst parts of the affectionately named Vicius. Known as the slums – a rubbish bin for Karakura Town. To be frank, a garbage dump filled with the most feral remnants available to the human world. Due to this, Babylon houses a variety of different residents with an equal variety of backgrounds. However, due to the Motel's owner, to gain housing the residents do not need to reveal their background story, and merely need to have a slight amount of money to gain a 'home' of sorts.
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Warnings: Xemnas, I mean: mansex,boylove,slash, whatever you call it.
Rating: M, though, there's nothing that is too vulgar in this chapter. M: just in case.
Author's Notes:This is the first multi-chaptered fic that I'm attempting to write. It will contain Grimmjow/Ichigo,Renji/Byakuya and other pairings that you suggest. There probably will be some het, but mainly boylove, so if you don't like the idea of that, then don't read it. I have a rough plan of this story, but, most of the time, I will be improvising, and whatnot. So, sorry if it may be all over the place. Sorry for any mistakes! Point them out if they are majormajormajor! And sorry for ooc-ness. AU!
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It was not love at first sight. It was a state of obsession.
When in a condition of fixation, the symptoms to show said pure fixation are as follows: Lick your lips, pretending that the taste of another is still lingering upon your lips. Also, stare at the other's crotch region merely to judge how you could pair up and decide then and there if you still want to pursue your 'prey'. Then, depending on your decision, start to grin maniacally with eyes to match; a plan to gain said obsession already set within your mind. These were three main symptoms that 'prey' should look out for when set under the gaze of perverted men or women. Specifically, a teal haired, rarely properly dressed, half-mask wearing man by the name of Grimmjow. People set under this person's gaze, and judged accordingly, must watch out for these symptoms in case of major sexual assault that may cause trauma in the near future. If you are too late in tracing said symptoms, it is possible that you have become prey and must be cautious when walking in hallways alone, or even when in company of associates. Regardless of anything, if a perverted man, or, Grimmjow, has set you as their next target, run for the nearest plastic surgeon and ask for them to make you hideous. Do not, I repeat, do not, return unless finally, nobody looks at you in suggestive ways and you have become extremely unattractive, even to a donkey.
Unfortunately, one particular red head had been placed so conveniently under said perverse gaze and the three symptoms came to pass rather swiftly. First, a lick to his own lips. Then, a sudden movement to look at the red head's crotch. Lastly, a maniacal grin. It was much too late for the red head to escape now. Unbeknownst to the teen, he had been set as a new target for Grimmjow. And, you should sympathize with him, as, much torture and horrid obsession may amount to his not-so-graceful downfall.
Red hair, not quite, more orange than anything else, covering the top of the boy's head, reaching to his neck. A deep scowl seemingly permanently etched into the boy's face. And chocolate brown orbs that showed nothing-less of naivety. A perfect catch, some may say. Grimmjow, agreed.
An ever frowning face, one that probably frightened off new comers, though, this did not discourage Grimmjow in the slightest. His grin only grew significantly wider and he turned attempted to divert his eyes from the sight of the red head talking to another man of tribal tattoos, a man that did not spark any interest within him. The attempt to bring his attention to another thing came to be futile. Instead, his gaze drifted to the boy's lips. Moving, talking. And he wanted to merely shove the boy against the couch and have his way with him. But in public places, and without consent, that would have to be rape. Rationally, Grimmjow wanted him, but, did not want to be charged for more than he already was.
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
Teal eyes landed on a cheery girl when he heard the light, feminine voice enter his thoughts. He'd met her before. She helped him bring his very little luggage into his room. Her name had slipped from his mind completely. However, she saved him from further embarrassment by answering his unsaid question. He'd have to thank her for that, later.
"Hinamori. How could you forget my name?" She laughed, and patted him on the back, "but don't worry, we've only met once since you moved here." They both looked in the direction of the red head, who, in Grimmjow's mind, had been given the newfound name. "His name is Kurosaki Ichigo, the son of the owner of this motel. The other, is Abarai Renji. You didn't really need to know Renji's name, did you? I mean, you have been staring at Ichigo for a very long time now." A cheery giggle emitted from her lips, "Ichigo is nice to look at, but you've been looking for far too long. You look so suspicious with that smile of yours. You're starting to look like a perverted leech." Hinamori poked his mask in good teasing nature. He didn't know her. They were only acquaintances, but he did know that she was much too cheery for her own good. Grimmjow wanted to slap some sense into her.
They lived in a town full of, who knows exactly what. Vicius, like the word vicious. Actually, pretty much the same, only one letter dropped out. Whoever named the area named it quite appropriately. Whoever had the bad luck to have to step into these areas would have to be able to fend for themselves. They should be aware of the dangers lurking on the streets, and be able to know that if you can't fend for yourself, then you would be royally screwed.
He only scowled.
She just had to point out the obvious. Though, he could not blame her, she didn't know him. Yes, Grimmjow did equal a perverted leeching bastard. Hinamori did not need to point it out what he already knew. At least she had the decency not to ask what the deal with his mask was. He'd heard enough of that the first second he came into this Motel.
He simply shrugged in return, a small grunt in response, and left her to softly giggle and tell whatever other person she pleased not to go near him or else they'd surely be raped. All in good nature of course, but when Grimmjow turned to look back, he saw Hinamori's white haired companion looking paler than usual, and staring at him in slight dismay. Then, he turned back to his own distraction of looking at a bleak wall and had to cringe when he heard the much-too-bubbly sound of Hinamori screaming out, "WHITEY-CHAN!"
Once he was out of eye sight, he waited. He waited for the most opportune moment to find that Kurosaki boy so that he could pin him to the nearest wall, or whatever. It should be highly evident now, that Grimmjow had not been laid in the last six months. Six months equivalent to one hundred and eighty two days of unwanted abstinence. Spare him from embarrassment, and please, do not laugh at his misfortune.
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"Oy, Ichigo."
"What, Renji?" His voice sounds tired, and he yawns, which only proves this. Nights in Vicius included the constant sound of emergency sirens echoing throughout the area. It rings throughout the area enough so that people living in Vicius have become so accustomed to it, that it has become a lullaby. Sometimes, when Ichigo does not hear this siren, he cannot sleep. Odd, to say the least. When the siren does not sound, there are no troubles, and yet, people gain the inability to sleep. And yet, when problems have arisen, that is the only time when people can sleep. Maybe, it is with the thought that it is not them that are being injured, it is another. They are safe for one more night, there are no surprises. But when it is silent in Vicius, people fear that they will be the next victims. The mentality of those who fear being hurt.
"You're tired, go to bed." To add good measure, Renji pats his back, in a demeaning manner and pushes him towards the lobby of the Motel, "I've got a show to put on, any way. I'll see you later, there is a new tenant here that you should meet with, seeing as your Dad is atMetric again."
Ichigo rolls his eyes in response, but yawns mid-roll and nods. "When is my Dad not there? It will be the day that I die when I see him actually managing this place. Karin and Yuzu always do the work here, he's at Metric, the rival Motel, and is only flirting with Ishida's Dad." He rolls his eyes again, then turns his head to look at Renji, "Heh, it doesn't matter anyway. He's doing us a service by finally leaving me alone and not bashing me up every time I wake up to get breakfast. Unlike you, throwing water at me in the morning."
Renji only laughed in response and pushes the younger teen further out the door, "So now you're getting talkative when I'm starting to push you out of here." Earlier in the morning, Ichigo had been the dullest person that, to Renji, it was like talking to a brick wall. He even splashed water on the other's face just to gain attention, and that hadn't worked. The least he was expecting was an annoyed scowl etched within his friend's features, but instead, he got a bleak stare. That, and he had to clean the other up. In fact, he even checked Ichigo's pulse just to make sure that the other hadn't had some sort of silent cardiac arrest. "You're not a morning person, but try and react to things in better time."
"I have the decency not to acknowledge that you were being a bastard." Ichigo said, smugly, turning around completely to face the somewhat confused Renji.
"What did you say? I didn't go to school. You can't expect me to understand that sentence. Just call me a bastard and be done with it. Short and sweet."
"Well, at least I don't have stupid tribal tattoos all over my body!" And with that, Ichigo ran as far as he could, as fast as he could, knowing that with that comment, Renji would be hunting him down and killing him. Not that he minded the spar, but in his condition, such pointless fighting would only cause him to be the one face down on the floor. And honestly, who wanted their face imprinted on Babylon's floors? Nobody, and Ichigo did not want to be the first.
He turned his head to check if Renji was anywhere behind him. He figured that the other wouldn't be, seeing as he still had his job as an entertainer to tend too. Thankfully, Renji was not in sight, though, when he flicked his head back in a straight path, his steps starting to slow down, he collided into a broad chest. No shirt, mind you, just his face, on flesh. Ichigo bit his tongue and looked up, ignoring all thoughts of exhaustion. His lungs contracted slightly and it felt as though he couldn't breathe. Teal hair, matching teal eyes, part of a skeleton mask covering a section of the jaw, not wearing appropriate clothes. He did not know this person. A mumbled response of, "Sorry," escaped his lips and he found himself very slowly stepping away from the other person. However, after two steps away, he found that he could not move anymore, and in an instant, he was pinned to the wall where the stranger had previously been standing.
"Ah, Kurosaki Ichigo. You should watch where you're going, or you might hurt yourself." Grimmjow smirked at the teen under him. Mentally, he was rejoicing at his luck. One minute, he was staring disdainfully at Ichigo's friend. What was his name again? Abarai. Staring at him in malice. Ichigo was his newfound 'prey'. Those who were looking at him in ways of mentally undressing the red head would instantly be put into an indefinite comatose state.
"What? What are you doing?" Ichigo struggled to break free from the other's strong hold, his wrists were bound together by only one hand, and yet still, he could not escape.
"Holding you."
"I didn't ask to be held, so let go!"
Grimmjow only grinned, lowering his face so that it was only mere inches away from Ichigo's, "Ah, but it looks like you need to extra help, so let me just help you." He flicked his tongue out and slid it across Ichigo's lips, devouring the taste that was Ichigo. "Hm, your name suits you, Ichigo. You taste of strawberries."
When Ichigo felt that moist tongue against his lips, a red tint blemished his slightly tanned face. Though, his scowl only grew deeper, "I told you to let go!" If he were a lucky person, somebody would come and shove this weird guy off him, and Ichigo would be able to go on with his life without even thinking back to the whole occurrence. Unfortunately, Ichigo was not a lucky person, and instead of another person trying to save him, there was no one. He did, however, see a rat, if it was of any consolation.
"And I told you that you taste like strawberries. And, I am actually fond of them."
A position to be held for many other moments. Ichigo, ever struggling, but never actually able to gain freedom from the tight grasp. A blush smeared gracefully across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and chocolate brown eyes holding confusion. "Who the hell are you anyway?!" His head was kept bent down, hoping to hide his ever growing blush every time he felt the hot breath against his face, coming closer and closer. "I've never even met you!"
"Ah, yes. I'm pretty rude with the formal stuff. I'm Grimmjow. And, you're right. We've never met." Grimmjow grinned in cockiness, his bastard-like attitude shining through in full force, "Though, that does not exactly mean that we cannot become better acquainted." He did, however, have the decency not to add "…in the bedroom."
"You're a total idiot! Get off of me! How did I even get in this position?!"
"Well, you see, you were running and-"
Ichigo cut him off from his snarky remark, "Yes, I know. Just shutup and let me go."
"No."
"No?! What? Why not?!"
By now, Ichigo felt like an overused and broken cassette tape. Always asking: "What?" or "Why?" sometimes, a mix of both. He sighed in aggravation and almost kicked the other in places that should not be kicked. He almost succeeded in an escape were it not for the instant burning feeling of nails digging into skin.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Now you owe my two kisses. And not just little, stupid, girly ones. One for almost inseminating my penis, and another to get free."
Grimmjow, at this moment, thought that he was the luckiest man alive.
Ichigo, on the other hand, wanted to die there, and then.
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Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed it. Or something…
Tell me what you thought about it, and if I should continue, this is just a test-run thing. Hehe. So thank you for reading. Sorry (again) for ooc-ness. I figure that if put in different storylines, though, the characters would be slightly different anyway. But if it bugs you, sorry!! And any suggestions for pairings is good too. I'm not completely sure who to put Gin with, yet. Probably Kira, but you may think otherwise. Thank you for reading again, and (again) hope that you enjoyed!
