Summary: AU. Inspired by and loosely based on Lovers Doll. Grimmjow is a timeless doll who can turn human when kissed. His previous masters all became terrified when he reached six feet one and so he was forced back into a doll. Time and prejudice have molded Grimmjow into a true demon. What happens when he meets Ichigo? GrimmIchi. Yaoi.
Pairings: GrimmIchi.
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon x]
Oh and also, this is my first fan fiction ever, so please, be nice with the reviews! Constructive criticisms greatly welcome. Hope you enjoy ~
Chapter 1
Ichigo, Rukia and Renji were sitting at the school rooftop. Rukia had a laptop spread on her lap and Renji was dozing under the gentle sun. "Hey, check this out, Ichigo." Rukia said. "Someone claims to be selling a processed doll!"
Ichigo arched a brow. He had an interest for dolls. "Processed? How so?"
"Well," Rukia began. "He apparently takes demon form at night and ravages and haunts his master. He is capable of fearful words, sadistic behavior and murder."
"He sounds … interesting."
"Looks beautiful too."
"Let's see." Ichigo took her laptop and flipped it around.
He staggered to hold his breath. The doll was just a mass of pixels and computer data, but, regardless, as human, as real, as beautiful as ever. Ichigo tried hard to suppress the urge to run his hands along the screen and trace the texture of the doll's striking blue hair. The doll's eyes were a menacing fury. They were arresting, unusual and they stared directly into Ichigo's souls. Macosadistic feelings quickly arose for the orange hair teen. What if this doll was in human form? With those arresting eyes and that casual, arrogant smirk? And Ichigo here lay at his feet … in chains?
When Rukia finally took her laptop back, Ichigo breathed a sigh of content he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Hey – !"
Rukia hugged her computer. "Sorry, Ichigo, but you were about to drool. My warrenty is almost over and I still need this for college."
"But – !" Ichigo sat back down. Something didn't feel right. His pants seemed tighter than usual. Nononononono. He tried to cross his legs, but that made it worse. He was almost hard. The tent was half pitched. And over a freaking doll. Rukia grimaced. She must have noticed. Ichigo glared and told her telepathically to shut up.
"Too be honest, I think he's kind of cute too, but I don't think my body is as aware."
About this time, Renji chose to stir. He climbed to his feet and yawned. Casually, he glanced at Ichigo glaring daggers at Rukia. "What hit you so hard?"
"Ichigo's smitten over a twenty four inch doll." Rukia burst out laughing.
"No I'm not – !"
"Then how do you explain – ajhsdjkahsdkjh." Ichigo's hand had flew over her mouth. "Hey, what did you do that for!"
"Sorry," Ichigo smirked. "You had rice on your cheek."
"Liar."
Perhaps it was the hazy summer light, or the unusualness of the empty and hence quiet school yard or, more likely, it was because of the doll's face that lingered in Ichigo's mind, which made lunchtime seem so slow. "Rukia, can you tell me more about the doll?" His heart was beating. He felt so stupid.
" Definitely not." Rukia said. "I don't want to be held responsible for getting you into sex toys."
Ichigo glared. "He's not a sex toy. And even if he is, I'm not going to use him as such."
Renji looked back and forth from his two best friends. He opened his mouth to speak, but then shut up and decided that whatever they were talking about was none of his business. This was a rarity for the loud mouthed red head. After what seemed like forever, the bell rang. Rukia closed her laptop and smiled knowingly at Ichigo and left for her class. Renji started packing his bags. He asked Ichigo. "What the fuck happened while I was asleep?"
"Nothing, nothing really." Rukia decided to act like a ten year old … again.
"Oh, erm, okay." Renji said. He glanced towards the door. Rukia was nowhere to be seen. Her unusually loud footsteps (which conflicted with her small form) could not be heard. "Erm, Ichigo. I have to tell you something." It must have been an illusion (thought Ichigo) because it almost looked as if Renji was blushing. The orange haired teen squinted under the sun. There was a red tint under his eyes. It's probably just the heat … the summer heat.
"What's up?"
Renji started fidgeting. "I … I don't know how to explain this. I mean, I mean, you're my best friend and everything … and … and …" He placed a firm hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Walk with me to school tomorrow. I have to go for chemistry now."
"Bye … ?" Ichigo thought for a while, analyzed the red head's actions and then finally said out loud. "But tomorrow's Saturday …"
Ichigo threw away his garbage and left for class too. Rukia was already there, seated and everything. She mocked him even with her presence. Instinctively, Ichigo glared. Suddenly, another orange head bounced towards him. It was Orihime, who smiled and blushed. Ichigo's paranoia rose. Rukia didn't tell anyone, did she?
"G – Good, morning Kurosaki-kun!"
Ichigo never noticed it before, but she always stuttered, like if she was embarrassed. "Good afternoon, Inoue."
Orihime looked as if she could faint. "O – Oh, my apologies, K – Kurosaki-kun."
"It's alright." Ichigo said and showed her his best smile. It must be a phase. I think I went through it too. Thankfully, he didn't touch her hair because, if he did, she would have turned ten different shades or red and be unable to concentrate for the entire day. As it is, she stuttered a good bye and returned to her seat at the front. I'll offer her my entire support, there must be a guy on her mind.
When Ichigo finally took a seat beside Rukia, he felt something hard whack his head. He glanced at the shorter girl. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Idiot." Rukia said.
"Yeah, and you're the smart one with the 170 IQ." He was hit again. "Ow!" People, their so hard to understand sometimes … "Hey, Rukia, this might sound stupid, but if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought that Inoue liked me." He laughed at his joke because Rukia did not.
"You are really helpless."
"What – ?" Ichigo cried.
"Never mind, I'll leave it to you to figure out yourself."
In English class that day, everyone got into pairs. As always, Ichigo was with Rukia, which earned some whistles and dumb jokes from Kiego. As always, it ended with Kiego being punched in the face and Rukia and Ichigo settling down as if nothing really happened. Rukia pulled out her laptop and said to Ichigo, "You start without me. I have to go the bathroom."
"Oh, okay." He started up her computer and drew her 'password' (a deformed rabbit) and realized that her windows were still there. Everything had been left on resume. Quickly, he glanced around. No one was looking. He didn't know what was possessed him when he opened the page with the doll and filled in the order form. "Address … XXX. Phone number … 123123." Ichigo grinned smugly to himself and opted to spend the rest of the time in a blanked out mode.
Rukia came back really soon. "So, you were staring into space the entire time I left?"
"Pretty much." Ichigo smiled.
The doll arrived that same day, two days faster than it should have. Ichigo wondered briefly if even the shipping company was scared of it. With prowling fingers, he ripped opened the package and bought the limp figure into his arms. Before everyone else would see and think that he had a doll fetish, Ichigo quickly stole to his room and locked the door. He set the doll on his bed (in a NON sexual way, in case you were wondering) and admired him from two feet away. He was beautiful, truly, surely, beautiful. Ichigo stared intently in the pool of crystals which was his eyes and at the soft, yet hard edges of his cheek and decided that … he really wanted to kiss him.
But … But that would be … his first kiss.
"Damn, got to call Rukia on this." He fished out his phone and speed dialed Rukia. "Hey!" Ichigo said. "Explain to me why the first kiss is important again!"
"Idiot." Rukia said and started ranting on and on. She made it seem like there was a class for first time kissing and that she wrote the textbook for said class. She explained to Ichigo how his body and mind will always remember what his first kiss will be like and how every first is important and how every additional time he kiss, he will be reminded of the person who received his first. Ichigo almost fell asleep in the middle and made up an excuse that it was dinnertime to hang up on her, despite Rukia yelling, "Jerk! It's only four! Get back here!"
Then, he focused his attention on the doll. Here goes …
He leaned forward and breathed in the scentless aroma. With a smile, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the doll. Suddenly, he was thrown backwards, the air knocked from his landed loudly against the wall. "Ow." He said. His vision blurred for a moment and when he looked, he saw nothing except the silhouette of a tall man. Could it be … ?
"My, my." That voice … "Who set me free?"
Ichigo Kurosaki was suddenly very scared.
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