Authors note: well guess who still does not own anything me! Sad isn't it? This story is rated M, it has yoai, boy x boy. This is a Grimmjow and fem Ichigo. With a side pairing of dark Ichigo and Uiquiora.
This was only supposed to be a onetime thing; once I got away it was over. HE was never supposed to find me again. This was the 5th time. 4 times he found me hiding in the soul society. Then he found me in my home, my home in the human world. This was taking it too far. This Fucking Mate thing needs to stop, I don't care what Grimmjow says, and it's over.
"Grimmjow put me down now!" I scream, pounding his back with my fists.
"Oh would you like to walk?" he asks and I can't hear the fucking smirk on his face.
"You Fucking Bastard!" I yell now kicking him as hard as I can. "Put me down now!"
"As you wish princess" he grumbles setting me back on my feet. Looking around my self, cold settles into me I hate this place. The world between worlds, it's so black and cold here. "Princess, something wrong?" he asks smiling down at me. Unconsciously I moved closer to him, I must really hate this place.
"No," I yelp jumping away from him. Seeing his smirk I snap "shut up, I'm going back home."
"No, you're not" he says already I can hear the anger seep into his voice.
"Yes, I am Grim" I say trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Everything around me screamed danger, I don't know how to get home from here, Grimmjow is mad, and I have nowhere to run. Shrinking back away from him, some part of me wanted to apologies to my mate, to make him happy now. Another part of me wanted to shrink down in submission to Grimmjow. He seems to notice me moving away. He reached out toward my face with him right arm. Flinching away I turn my head to the side expecting to be hit. Grimmjow gently layer his hand on my right cheek, moving his thumb softly across the scare.
Flashback:
"Grimmjow I want to go home I'm not your Fucking mate!" I screamed.
"Shut up," he snaps at me.
"All the time I've been here female hollows have thrown them self's at you! Why not pick one of them? I'm not even a hollow." I point out.
"What did I just say?" He asked turning to me.
"Grimm, you will find someone else. So don't feel bad" I say trying to talk some sense into the raging hollow. The next thing I know he had his hand raised and was standing in front of me. "What are you doing?" I ask just before he smacked me, hard across the face. A deep cut now ran across my right cheek. Shock runs down my spine, I could not move even if I tried.
"Now," he hissed "shut up" all I could do was nod.
End flashback.
That night shiro came and got me after I snuck out of Grimmjow room. The cut healed leaving behind only a pail scar across my cheek, the one Grimm was now tracing. After that he left me alone for a month, or rather I don't think he could find me for a month. Silently he started walking again and all I could do was follow him.
I hate this place, it's so cold. The sand's so pale, the sky's so dark and there is nothing here. No trees (that have leafs), not even a fucking shrub. The cold has sunk into my very core, my soul is shivering. Grimmjow dos not let me leave his rooms. I've only seen a very limited amount of this palace. I see Grimmjow in the mornings he does not have meetings to attend. He usually disappears around noon when I take a nap to pass time. We eat dinner together, in an awkward kind of silence. We do sleep in the same bed, however Grimm stays on his side and I sleep in a ball trying to conserve heat anyway.
The bed it's self is nice and comfy. Each day a servant brings me food, water, and anything else I ask for. I just don't know what to ask for. Grimmjow himself dos not say a lot to me. Our entire conversations consist off, "how are you?" "Do you need anything?" "I'm going to sleep"
It's only been a week since I got here. I want to go home; I miss Jack, Shiro and all of my friends. I don't hate Grimmjow, he thinks I do. I can tell he finches when I talk to him. I catch him staring at me, a lot. Some time I just let him. He's very sweet now. Sometimes he just looks at my cut; I don't think he really sees it. I think he just sees what he did, I know he feels bad, sometimes he starts to say sorry but it just gets caught in his mouth. I forgive him for it, but if he ever hits me again I'll flip.
Flashback:
"I" Grimmjow began "want to say, um well…"
"It's ok Grimm" I say reaching out to pat his arm. "Don't EVER do it again ok?" for a few long seconds he did not answer. I was already forgiving him and he was going to snub me? What the fuck. As if he made up his mind just that second, Grimmjow picked me up by my elbows to brush his lips agents mine.
"Never again" he whispered in promise "never."
End flashback
I forgave Grimm but I don't think he forgave himself. I can tell he still beats himself up about it. He has not kissed me since, if you call that a kiss. I want him too, but I don't. Sometimes I think about how good of a kisser he is, but then I think about how he got so good at kissing and I get mad. I think I'm going insane.
Grimmjow rooms consist of 5 rooms 8 hallways and servant quarters. One room is the bed room, there is a kitchen, a living room (no TV I might add), a bath room, and a workout room. I've never seen the servant quarters. The servants them self's seem afraid of me, or rather the thought of me telling Grimm they did something. I still don't know what to call me and Grimmjow's relationship; I know where mates but what the fuck dos those mean?