Slave to the Heart
Summary
The Prince of the Kingdom of Hueco Mundo is bored, and his parents want him married off to some random princess so they could ensure the blue-blooded line would continue. However, he finds everyone boring. But that's until he sets off on a vacation, away from the kingdom he had lived all his 22 years. He finally sees what has been running the kingdom since it was built and he is more than surprised. So when he meets one orange headed slave out of a million, he isn't surprised when the slave despises him, the supposed heir to the throne, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Subtle medieval setting, slight OOC.
Grimmjow sighed for the umpteenth time as he slumped into his chair at the dining table, knowing and dreading the lecture he knew would assault him the second his parents arrived. He wore a tight gold and red buttoned shirt that reached up to his neck, the top button left undone. A furlined shimmery brown coat and black jeans completed his outfit He didn't care for princely airs or graces. Soon, two royally dressed figures swept into the room. Michiko Jaegerjaques, his mother who had pale blue hair and hazel eyes was a commanding queen when she wanted to be, but most of the time you could call her ditzy. Daiki Jaegerjaquez, the king of Hueco Mundo. He had a rugged worn face, black hair and bright blue eyes. They sat down quietly, tension hanging in the air. Daiki opened his mouth.
"Son, I know you don't want to get married, but realise this is for the good of the Kingdom. I am getting old, and you need to find the next queen," he started.
Grimmjow slumped into a chair and pushed down his rising annoyance. His parents had been constantly reminding him of that fact. He didn't want a kingdom.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I might not want to marry? Or even rule a kingdom? I'm not the type of person to rule if you haven't noticed father. I spend more time in the training fields than court," he spat.
"I know you have it in you, you just have to-"
"I don't 'just have to' do anything. I'm sick of being cooped up in this place, and being surrounded by guards whenever I step a foot outside."
The King sighed. Grimmjow felt slightly bad, but held his tongue. It was true. He swore he was adopted, because the wild blood which ran in his veins told him he was fit for anything but ruling a kingdom.
"I'm not hungry," Grimmjow finally muttered as he scraped back his chair and stalked away.
"Grimm, darling, wait!" Michiko called after him desperately, but he paid her no mind. He swept up the stairs and stormed to his room before slamming the door shut. His 'room' was practically a suite, bed, table and bathroom all in one, even a fireplace for when the castle became colder than an ice cube in winter. Grimmjow sighed and flopped bonelessly onto his plush king-sized bed, flinging an arm over his eyes.
"I don't wanna to marry!" he grumbled.
"My lord? M-Master Kenpachi wants to talk to you!" a shaky voice called from outside his door.
Muttering curses under his breath, Grimmjow stood up and pushed open the door.
"Thanks Hanatarou."
"A-anytime, sir!" he squeaked.
Grimmjow sighed as he made his way down to the training grounds. As soon as he saw the gigantic spiky haired monster, Grimmjow flashed his trademark shark-grin, and raised a hand to greet the bloodthirsty man from the Kenpachi line.
"Kenny look! Grimmy-chan is here!" a pink haired midget squealed from where she clung to Kenpachi's shoulder. Zaraki Kenpachi was a fearsome warrior who retired from the front lines of the army and worked as a trainer for many young people who had no idea what they were asking for. Kenpachi glanced over and smirked at Grimmjow, his black eyepatch still in place over his left eye after he had lost it in war.
"Oyoyoy! Just the man I wanted to see," Kenpachi shouted over the din of metal swords clashing against each other.
"Hey Kenny, what'dya want?"
Kenpachi grimaced inwardly at the nickname, but he passed it off this time, he could beat Grimmjow up later in training. But right now, they had more important matters to discuss.
"Hey Grimmjow, you're parents givin' you hell yeah?"
Grimmjow looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, why?"
Kenpachi never asked how he was doing. He was more intent on beating him to pulp.
"You're friends were planning an escape for you. Couldn't stand seeing you mope and all that shit. Said that I'd be happy coz I got to fight ya more."
Grimmjow was gone by the time Kenpachi reached the word escape. He zoomed off to the hideout he had made with Szayel, Starrk, Nnoitra, Harribel, Nel and Ulquoirra. He slammed open the storage door and stared at his friends.
"GRIMMY!" Nel squealed and jumped up to crush him with her...largely gifted chest.
"Before you decide to kill him, I suggest we tell him of our plans," Ulquoirra deadpanned.
"We decided for you to take a break from your simpering princely duties. Be fucking glad we decided to even think about your welfare," Nnoitra scoffed.
"Please, can we quiet-" Szayel started.
"Jee thanks dipwad."
"Dipwad? Is that the best you got punk?"
"Better than what you've got down there you shitstain!"
The two hotheaded boys growled at each other, getting in each others faces.
Meanwhile, Szayel sat on a ratty couch, ticks on his forehead slowly increasing as he closed his eyes and counted to ten. It didn't work.
"Can you all please SHUT. UP." A syringe twirled dangerously between two fingers.
Everybody froze. Szayel sighed and sank into the couch.
"Starrk, could you please brief our dearest Grimmjow in our plan so the King and Queen will not notice? Starrk?
A faint snore.
"Dammit Starrk! You could at least pay a little more attention!"
"Mmhm? Wha's happening-owow, I'm sorry!" Starrk whined to Harribel as he rubbed his head painfully. Harribel gave him a comforting pat on his head, which seemed more like a punch. "You didn't have to hit me you know."
"Then pay attention."
"Alright, we're gonna leave you in a small house outside the boundaries of your kingdom. We have a contact there who is quite eager to show you what happens outside. If you're parents ask where you went, we'll just say you're gone for a vacation or something."
"Wait wait, I'm going outside?!" Grimmjow exclaimed. He'd never gone outside his gigantic kingdom in all his 22 years.
"Yea. You scared?" Nnoitra sneered.
"Like hell!"
"Very well, let's meet at midnight, here."
"See you, suckers!"
"Farewell."
.:...:.
Grimmjow sighed as he left yet another meeting, he was tired but brightened up when he remembered the plans for tonight. He strode to his room and started flinging things into a gigantic bag: clothes, toiletries, and finally, his sword. He brushed his hand over the blue and white hilt and buckled it to his side. Other than that, he didn't really have any special things like other people did. He was always alone. He hefted his bag on his shoulder and glanced out the window. He couldn't walk out the door with a pair of ragged jeans and black t-shirt, that was for sure. People would ask questions and he would most definitely be stopped. A rope from a window above him should be tumbling down any second now. He leaned out the paneless window and peered up in time to see a coil of rope hit his nose.
"Ow, what the-?"
"Hurry up."
Of course they had to choose the emotionless Ulquoirra to help him escape. He sighed and rubbed his throbbing nose before sliding his bag down. He gripped the rope tightly and shimmied down, hoping that he wouldn't get rope burns. He blew out a breath when he reached the bottom safely.
"Ready to go Grimmjow?" Starrk asked from next to him. No matter how narcoleptic he may seem, he was always the most reliable. He was leading Kaze, Grimmjow's mare and Okami, his own mare. Surprisingly, their horses were friendly with each other while they were plain sassy to other horses.
"Let's go," Grimmjow muttered as he put his stuff into the saddle bags. Apparently, there was food in the house they were going to. Starrk was going to stay with him for the day until Grimmjow had settled in before riding back to the Kingdom. They muffled their horse's hooves and threw dark grey cloaks on themselves before setting out. They made it to the giant gates before 2am, and Grimmjow stared in awe at the towering trees and the glittering night sky you wouldn't be able to see from the Palace.
"Who goes?" a guard with a swinging lantern showed himself, narrow eyes squinting at the two suspisciously dressed figures. Starrk threw back his hood, exposing his well known face. The guard's eyes widened in recognition before bowing and retreating.
There was a wide dirt path that led into the dark gaping maw of the forest entrance. Grimmjow urged his mare on hesitantly and followed Starrk's lantern before the dark swallowed them whole.