Forming Bonds
Disclaimer- I don't own bleach
Warning- Boy x Boy if you don't like then don't read, as well as the yaoi there will be slight maybe major violence, half-hearted rape (he is willing just not happily willing). GrimmIchi
Summary-Being held captive for the better half of two months has left the teen restless and reckless, taking any means to escape even though he just can't seem to get far. His actions don't go unpunished and soon he finds himself looking a tad different. "-wait Grimmjow-!" Nyah~ Neko!Ichigo, AU-ish GrimIchi
A/N: HEY GUYS! I'm putting off writing for my stories that need to be finished like the lame author I am and am re-writing this series, forgive me to those of you who are waiting on the others, I'm jamming everything from 'broken ties' and 'our love is forever' into this one here okay?
Chapter One- Are you Ready?
Elegance was something this figure lacked, sprawled across one of the few plush chairs in the room the ginger sighed. As if a counter was clicking by somewhere he knew it was around his tenth in less than two minutes.
Monotony was something that essentially could be fought off, postponed or just eliminated all together. But to this particular male whom had done the same things day after day for the past two months, eight weeks, around sixty-one days, or one-thousand four hundred and sixty-four hours there was nothing left to do.
In simple terms yes he was bored.
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D.
It was, as he had reflected in his time, his fault for taking a stroll when all warning signs said it was better to stay home, his fault for taking the gate as a sign of challenge rather than one of warning. The teenager knew his current position as a damsel in distress, captive, hostage, whatever you'd like to call it was of course his fault. Contrariwise this did not mean he was placated by this thought. Quite the opposite, constantly riled up by it the male had attempted various escapes.
As his current position provided, they were all futile and crushed before he got too far. As a result of his capture he was imprisoned in a tower of his very own, equipped with his own luscious bedroom with a king sized bed and a massive private bathroom with a spa and double headed shower. As well as this he had a kitchen that was always filled with human food for him to eat, even though in this form he now hardly ever felt the need. To top it all off he sat in his large lounge room that had the comfiest chairs imaginable and a huge flat screen TV, and while he couldn't watch human TV Gin occasionally brought him movies from the human world.
All in all he was rather spoilt for someone who was being held captive, though probably that was because Aizen was under the impression that he was going to join them once he'd been forced to stay long enough. To be honest he enjoyed the company of quite a few of the other espada, Stark was nice to hang around for quiet, that flamingo haired guy for some intellectual conversation, and Grimmjow for a good workout.
Of course the others had to come to him. The ginger was after all not allowed to leave his little tower. The tower was surrounded by a barrier for most of the day but for a time that Aizen liked to call 'Tag Time' it was open for him to try to escape. His last attempt was over two weeks ago as he figured they might let their guard down after some time passed of him being 'good'.
"Might as well give it another shot." The teen mumbled to the room, not really needing to vocalise his thoughts but feeling as though it made them more concrete he didn't care. Standing from the couch he ruffles the slightly long locks so they were out of his face and stretches out. Grabbing Zangetsu Ichigo wasted no time and released his bankai, quickly flash stepping out of his tower knowing every corner and step well enough to walk it with his eyes closed.
After reaching the bottom he looks both ways before he decides to try the right this time, having tried and failed the left passage at least four times in a row. After running for about five minutes at full speed he sighed as he found his fourth dead end and growled.
Annoyance clouded his common sense, why was he trying to follow the paths anyway? He could just make his own! He knew that it would only alert Aizen and Gin to his escape earlier but the irritation of finding his way through this maze was too much to bear.
Raising his arms he brought them down, one wall, two walls, three walls. After walking down the open path for a little the sound of foot-steps reach the gingers ears as well as the shouts of their owner.
"What's going on?!"
Shaking his head he flash-steps ahead a bit more before slashing through another four walls, and upon slashing the fourth down his eyes are forced to shut by the blinding light from 'outside', rather the fake outside Aizen made; he'd had a few conversations about it with Stark.
Jumping over to the closest bridge Ichigo searches around for any threats before cautiously dropping onto the sand and walking forward. His every nerve on end as he searched the area, why were they taking so long, surely the prick knew when his domain was being destroyed?
Grinding his teeth he pushes a foot back and jolts forward, only for a flash of silver to have him slamming to a stop. "Fuck!" He shouts quickly re-adjusting and turning around.
But alas he was not fast enough and his body is quickly wrapped in blindingly bright bandages. Sighing the teen turns slowly so as to not fall over and glares at the perpetrator. "What took you so long this time Gin?"
At the words the old man simply smiles his ever freaky smile and replies. "Well I was on my way ta' ya' room ta' make sure ya' hadn't made another run fa it when I heard a loud crash in this gen'r'l direction, but I wasn't in any rush really." He says using his free hand to gesture at the large hole in the wall where the soul reaper had burst through. Letting Ichigo know that they had made it all too easy to follow him.
"But now I'm 'gonna have ta' take ya' ta' Aizen." He says, his tone implying he'd rather do something else. Smiling secretively he comes closer as he continues, "But I am excited. Cuz ya' see, he has somefing special planned for ya'~" He sing-songs grinning like the cat who caught the canary as he picks Ichigo up and flash-steps to Aizen's office.
"Fuck" Ichigo grumbles, the words having just sunk in as he looks at the ground as it flies by, his stomach sinks in dread as to what the freak would have planned for him causing him to twist around in Gin's hold, trying to get free. And all too soon they come to a stop and he is placed on his own two feet once again, the bandages that bound him loosening and falling to the ground.
"Now be a good little boy and wait here while I ga fetch him 'kay?" Gin mocks, patting Ichigo's head as he passes by.
Left alone Ichigo by all means could try to run, but he knows once he's in the 'Kings Room' it's useless. So instead he picks Zangetsu off the ground, who had returned to his original form and slashes up the place to vent some anger.
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Two minutes later Aizen enters his office only to find it in sheds. Literally.
"Next time take his zanpakto off him. I don't want to have to keep on repairing my office every time we leave him alone here for a few seconds." He commands quietly, his eyes roaming over the mess before settling on a head of orange hair.
Shaking his head he walks over to the teen who sits on the only chair, his chair, that's still intact as he looks out the window. "Ichigo why do you continue to try to escape, you're one of us now. The two red lines on your cheek prove that as well as the zero on your neck. Just give in." He sighs, shaking his head as if talking to a toddler, and as expected the teen lunges at him, fist aimed straight for his face as a growl rumbles in his chest.
The older male dodges the attack with ease and grabs both of the teens arms, pinning them behind the orangette's back he smirks and mutters an enchantment to put the boy to sleep.
Feeling his eyes droop against his will Ichigo tried to pull free of the hold to no avail. "Damn" He breaths as his legs fail him and he falls back into the chair he had only just vacated, his eyes closing and refusing to open again as his consciousness fades.
"Now then Gin, shall we begin?" Azien says, his tone eager and light as he hefts the body over his shoulder and walks to the room with the Hougyoku to carry out his plan, if all goes well then after a month or so Ichigo will never want to leave.
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When Ichigo woke it was to a pain in his lower back and dull throbbing on his head. Blinking away sleep he tries to think as to why this would be as he looks around for Zangetsu, his memories gradually flowing back.
Remembering how easily he was dodged he grumbles about retarded pricks as he uses the sword to help himself stand. Looking around the room he notices a full length mirror and slowly stumbles over to it, the pain gradually fading as he moves about.
Once close enough he locks eyes with his reflection and his mind goes blank. His sword falls from his hands with a loud clang as they shakily rise to the top of his head, anger and a touch of horror building up as his reflection stares back at him.
"a-a-A-AIZEN Y-YOU FUCKING PERVERTED PRICK! WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY C-CLOTHES!" He yells. Punching the mirror in front of himself to shatter that awful image he runs around the room, turning over counters, chairs and beds in a futile attempt to find his old clothes.
After realising they weren't there he bursts out the door, somehow expecting to be in some side room so Aizen could make fun of him. And feeling incredibly shocked when he is only met with the sight of an empty hall way "...The fuck? Where am I?" He whispers as he turns around in a small circle, clothes momentarily forgotten as he tries to get his bearings.
Grumbling again he decides to head right again, however the second he turns the corner he locks eyes with an unfamiliar Espada. Bright green eyes lock on his own honeyed chocolate showing him light curiosity for a few second before the green dulls and glosses over, their holder soon suddenly pouncing at him.
Dodging just in time Ichigo hesitates before running away, the clothes fluttering around him leaving his mind in a horrible mess as he prays that no one else sees him like this. The thought doesn't last long despite his desperate wishes, as no matter where he goes he keeps running into more and more people. And without fail every one of them pauses whatever they were doing and attempt to attack him, calling out small coo'es as the ginger runs away about how they just want to pet him.
After running around for what felt like hours Ichigo was ready to give up and just destroy the place so that Gin or Aizen came to stop him. Walking through a light blue archway he decides that this place should be fine but his chocolate eyes are caught on something, or rather someone of shocking blue.
Well it's none other than Grimmjow. Contrary to his usual reactions Ichigo feels relief swell to the surface. Grimmjow hates him, there's no way he would do what the others did. Slipping his sword back through a bow he steps forward.
"Oi! Grimmjow help me out for a bit." He calls out to the blue haired man who slowly turns from looking out a window, a hand over his eyes in annoyance as he raises his head.
"And why the fuck should I do that fuck- what the fuck are you wearing?!" Cutting himself off midsentence the Espada looks over the teen with shock painted over all his features.
"….I had no clue you were in to cross-dressing strawberry." He says after a long pause. His voice somewhere between shock and confusion, pushing off the window he comes closer, walking in a quick circle around the teen once he's close enough. His eyes stopping on after a moment on the ..odd.. appendages on the teens head. Frowning for a moment at how they look he looks up at the teen and actually starts listening to what he's saying.
"- and every fucking time without fail every fucking person squealed- squealed – about how fucking cute I am? What am I some damned pet?!" The berry yells his body radiating anger and a touch of fear as he glares at the ground. Grimmjow hears the gingers once frantic breaths gradually evening out and nods a bit, half-heartedly listening as his mind wanders. "..I'm going to kill that fucking Aizen when I get my clothes back." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes in desperation.
"Okay first off why didn't you just go back to your tower, little princess?" Grimmjow finally says, well more like mocks, his mind still trying to process what was in front of him as he reacted on basic thoughts and instincts.
"Fuck you! The place I woke up in is somewhere I've never been before and I don't know how to get back to that tower, if I could I would've gone back and gotten other clothes already." Ichigo retorts with obvious rage.
Turning suddenly from his pacing he glares up into sky blue eyes only to pause for a moment, his once calm heart speeding up the longer he held the taller mans gaze. Looking away quickly he raises a hand and tries to understand what was happening, was it just post adrenalin rush or something? He didn't usually get this type of feeling when he bumped into the Espada. Well admittedly he did occasionally, but why now?
Taking a peak back at the Espada he feels his heart thud loudly and squeezes his eyes shut. Was it fear? But since when has he been scared of the number six man?
"Tch, second question then, are those real? Cuz they have both been twitching and its freaking me out." The bluenette says, actually curious until he notices the look on Ichigo's face making his signature grin creep along his face as he steps closer to the teen and simultaneously tugs on both his tail and an ear.
"Ow! What the fuck Grimmjow! That fucking hurt!" Ichigo shouts, holding back a whimper as he pulls away, rubbing the abused appendages.
"Okay I think you need to tell me what happened" Grimmjow states, curiosity winning over the usual desire to maim and injure. Looking at Ichigo expectantly he begins to circle the teen again, the ever present manic smile dulling, but still present.
"I tried to escape again and Gin caught me and took me to Aizen saying something about a new punishment. Aizen came along, I passed out and woke up like this." Ichigo explains quickly gesturing all over his body.
When Grimmjow says nothing he grumbles and begins to walk out when he feels a hand on his arm. Turning back with building hope he gasps and pulls away the second he locks eyes with Grimmjow. The Espada's eyes having glazed over. But somehow it was different from the others. Sadly it was still clearly dangerous.
Running for the closest door he dodges as the blunette tries to catch him, he tries to slam the door, but the Espada slips in, swiftly grabbing his hand when he tries to punch his face. Growling in fear and anger Ichigo tries to kick him between the legs but Grimmjow doges backwards.
Luckily enough for the teen his grip loosens as he does so and he pulls out and runs. Not sparing a single glance back as he bolts down the blue halls.
Grimmjow watches with irritation as Ichigo runs away frowning slightly.
"-somewhere I've never been before and I don't know how to get back to that tower"
The memory of what Ichigo said brings the smile back to his lips as he straightens up and brushes dirt off his clothes. He takes a second to lean against the wall and burn the image of how Ichigo looked when he first entered that archway into his mind. It had been a shock, that was for sure, but the more he thought about it the more welcome it became.
Faintly flushed skin flashed in his peripherals as he lowered his hand his eyes spotting bright, long and wavy orange hair. His eyes roamed to amber ones that were big, relieved, and pleading all at once.
He walked closer, doing a circle of the teen to get a better look. The long, graceful neck was framed by a little purple collar that had an orange love heart hanging from the centre, the feminine piece of jewellery quite fitting .
The thing that his eyes had been begging to turn to finally catches his full attention. An orange and purple maid outfit covered Ichigo from head to toe.
Purple was the colour of two poufy sleaves that only went as far as to cover his shoulders and a frilly dress that waved down his body until mid-thigh. He noticed with approval that the frills helping to disguise the teen's lack of breast. It was off considering the gingers obvious muscle but the overall feminine effect of the outfit ruled that out.
Next was the orange, it coloured the apron that was wrapped around his waist, tying up in a big bow at the back and reaching a little above the end of the purple dress underneath. Long orange socks framed his slender legs and reached just below the end of the purple dress, no shoes covered the smooth looking fabric.
The teen also had two orangs leather bands with purple diamantes circling around them on each wrist. Lastly to complete the look Ichigo had two orange cat ears and a tail, all three appendages had little purple tips.
Laughing a little at the memory Grimmjow remembers how even the new Espada's sword was covered in purple bandages instead of white. Running a hand over his face the bluenette tried to calm himself down, just remembering the imagery was starting to make his cock twitch in anticipation.
That Aizen was a crazy ass fucker, but a genius if he really was the one to come up with this. Smiling perversely he pushes off the walls and follows the direction Ichigo had run in, but not before locking the door that they had both entered earlier. Laughing huskily the Espada takes his time to catch up to his little cat maid wandering his blue home.
You're in my territory now Ichigo.
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Yuki: Okay all done, I'm a horrible author I know and I'm sorry. But it's so much easier to edit rather then write new things. Sorry, in any case, leave a review yeah? Is it better than before to my old readers, is it satisfactory for my new?