Author's note: Okay, so first of all, this story is based on an already existing manga called LOVER'S DOLL by Mishima Kazuhiko. It is a really lovely gem and, if you haven't read it already, I strongly recommend you to. It's possibly one of the cutest yaoi/shonen-ai ever. Basically this story is a bleachified version of Lover's Doll with a few changes here and there (and maybe a bit of OOC). At the moment, the title if really crappy; I'm probably going to change it soon (asap).

Oh and I realized (thanks lightless_love for pointing it out) that this story is pretty much the same as Lover's Doll. Don't worry, it will get more different later on and this version with GrimmIchi will develop a soul soon, just like Shimeji fail attempt at a joke

Above is basically a poor excuse ^^

And thank you for the nice reviews x]

To be honest, I didn't expect so many :D

Enjoy ~

Chapter warnings: yaoi, fail lemon


Chapter 2

"G – Get away!" Ichigo cried. His instincts were pouring from his lips; the fear for the unknown coursing through his mind.

The doll did not say anything. He simply walked towards Ichigo with a smirk on his face, wrath in his eyes and dominance in his step. Casually, he stuck one hand in his pocket and wrapped the other against Ichigo's neck. The orange hair teen had never felt so helpless in his life, being pinned against the wall with the life being squeezed from his soul by … a doll.

"I can kill you." The doll said. His eyes were dark. "I can crush your life as easily as you gave me mine. Now that I am alive, you will listen to me. You will abide by my words and worship only me. You will become my doll."

"W – Who are you?" Ichigo gasped for breath. "A m – monster?"

Fear washed over the doll's face. His blue eyes frowned in worry. The smirk died from his lips. He punched Ichigo in the face so their eyes would not meet. "I'm not a monster. Do not ever call me that again, or else I will kill you."

Ichigo could taste blood on his lips, warm and painful. He couldn't feel his nose anymore. He saw a blur of blue and felt the reoccurring pain in his neck. His head was dizzy. He could think, though not comprehend. "Let … go, you demon."

The doll loosened his grip. The strength was sapped from his wrists. "I have a name, you mother fucker!" There was no reply. So he continued. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez! My name is Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez!"

Ichigo struggled to breathe. He tilted his head to meet Grimmjow's face. "Let go … Grimmjow."

Grimmjow took his hand away in astonishment. He caught Ichigo before he fell and squeezed the smaller teen's shoulders. His eyes were wide with excitement. He looked like a little kid. "Grimmjow … you called me Grimmjow …"

"Y – Yeah," Ichigo nursed his neck. There was probably going to be bruises. "I – Isn't that your name?"

A warm look crossed the doll's face. He glanced towards Ichigo and found the latter frowning. Frowning himself, Grimmjow placed a scarier face. "But don't forget. I can kill you. Whenever I want to. So count the days you have to live and smarten up."

For safety measures, Ichigo took three deep breaths and hid a feeble nod amidst them. His heart was still pounding loudly. How can such a beautiful doll be like this?

Grimmjow blinked. His eyes looked sad. "You called me by my name. This should mean, that you don't think I'm a monster, that you take back your word. Am I right? I'm just asking you, see if ... you're worth a fuck."

Ichigo closed his eyes. First, his doll comes to life. Then his doll screams bloody murder, now … he's asking for reassurance? Ichigo scoffed. "You broke my fucking neck."

Grimmjow took a deep breath and sighed. He took the hems of his shirt and rolled it up. "My fucked up body." It was tarnished with scars and wounds of different shades. Some were deep red, threatening to bleed, while others, caressed with time, sat in the background, a hue of light brown. Their eyes finally met. Ichigo hadn't realized how soft his eyes were and how confused. His tough exterior fell at the side. His lean figure didn't seem so strong anymore. Half the jaw which clutched his cheek was no longer a sign of cruelty. It seemed like a sin. A doll coming to life. It was unnatural, which irked prejudice; and prejudice, which triggered greed; and greed, the core of all evil, would awaken that savage beast left asleep in the hearts of every human.

But the doll had a beautiful body. Though Ichigo would not admit. Even with the scars, with all those wounds, which Ichigo was sure, struck the man (doll) more emotionally than bodily. Unconsciously, he crept closer and ran his fingers over Grimmjow's body. Grimmjow flinched, unused to Ichigo's gentle caresses, but soon settled down – though, every moment of so, his muscles tightened in alarm.

Ichigo's fingers trailed past a long jagged cut. It had recently healed.

"It's a knife wound. She said I was her best friend. But then she cut me. And she called me a fucking ... monster."

"You're not half bad when you're confused." Ichigo said. This guy pms more than Rukia … But he was sure that Grimmjow was not a monster. Just a confused guy who tries to act tough.

"What is your name, human?"

"Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Kurosaki … Ichigo …" Grimmjow tasted the name. "Kurosaki … Ichigo … Kurosaki … Ichigo."

Ichigo could not take his eyes off of Grimmjow's body. It wasn't as lustful as it seemed a moment ago. It played … a softer melody, an eerie, sorrowful beauty. Ichigo crept even closer and put his hand over Grimmjow's heart. There was no beat.

"Kurosaki … Ichigo …"

Why was there no beat? This doll had a soul, he had emotions and prejudices towards human kind and he has his own feelings and reassurances, so, now, why does he not have a heart? Ichigo glanced at Grimmjow's face. He looked really smug, really relieved and all together really happy that he didn't have to feign wrath anymore.

"Kurosaki … Ichigo …"

"Grimmjow, you can shut up now. I can't think properly."

Grimmjow glared. "Remember what I said earlier – !"

"Yeah, about how you can kill me whenever you want to?" Ichigo laughed. This was almost … cute. "So tell me, how do I turn you back?"

"You … want to turn me … back?" His words started out with confusion but grew soon to inhabit an angry growl. "Why the fuck do you want to turn me back? Does that mean that – !"

Ichigo sighed. "No, I am completely thrilled with the idea that you can turn six feet one and throw me around my room and fuck with my mind." Even he realized how unconvincing he sounded. "However, my room is small enough already and my bed, if you haven't noticed, fits only one." Even he realized how suggestive that sounded. "So, in times of inconvenience, I would prefer you to be smaller. Do you fuckin' understand?"

Grimmjow was quiet for the longest time. He started timidly. "Does that mean that you are keeping me?"

"Hmph." Ichigo said. "It doesn't seem as if I have Option B."

And Grimmjow, who didn't know how else to express his joy, grabbed Ichigo by the shoulders and threw him out the window. Thankfully, Ichigo was pretty athletic and managed to grab onto the window still.

"Ichigo!" He cried out as he Ichigo struggled to climb back.

"Don't do that ever again." Ichigo warned, having reached the safety of his room. He decided to shut the window in case Grimmjow's emotions made a comeback. "So, how do I turn you back?"

Grimmjow blinked. It seemed obvious to him. "What the fuck do you mean? It's the same way you gave me life."

"Oh." Ichigo said. "So, by, like, kissing you." I kissed a doll … and I liked it.

Grimmjow didn't say anything. He found it embarrassing. He needed to change the topic. "Ground rules."

"What?"

"We need to set some ground rules first." Grimmjow insisted. "You can never lie to me. You can never." He tried to cover his face by casually brushing his hair. "Call me names." His smirk portrayed himself perfectly.

Ichigo smirked. "I'm sorry; can you say the last part any louder?"

"…"

"Your face is red." Ichigo smirked again. "Is it too hot in here – !"

"The motherfucker who made me was senseless enough to color my cheeks! It's a fucking stain."

"Sure. So how did you become like this anyways?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm a fucking doll."

"You sound ashamed."

"Fuck you."

But Ichigo's mind was still focused on the scar across his chest. The perfect violation to a perfect body. It was so deep and so real. And the pain had even a life of its own. "Grimmjow, when I talk to you when you are doll, can you hear it?"

"Every bloody word." Grimmjow said. "Wish I didn't though cause –." Ichigo suddenly grabbed Grimmjow's chin and pulled him into a deep kiss. He tasted the texture of the latter's lips, breathed in the scentless aroma he produced and relaxed in the safety of his warmth and presence. He felt Grimmjow's jaws tense and then relax and his hand grab Ichigo's back. But a split second later, when their lips parted, Grimmjow's was just a doll.

Ichigo cradled him in his arms and pulled him close to his chest. "I don't know what they did to you, but you're not a monster. I swear I can hear your heart beat. It's going the same pace as mine."

The lids on Grimmjow fell shut. His eyes were also closed. Ichigo wanted to hold his doll forever and go to sleep and never wake up. But then he heard Yuzu call for dinner. "Since I'm going to be keeping you for a while, get used to this." With that, Ichigo placed Grimmjow on his bed and pulled the sheets to his chin and closed the light. "I'll be back soon."


"You bastard!" Grimmjow screamed when he was released from doll form. "You fucking bastard, who do you think you are, keeping me alive and dead for so long! Never fucking neglect me again or I'll murder you in your sleep!"

"I am so tempted to kiss you again." Ichigo said, only slightly amused.

"Shut the hell up!" Grimmjow cried. "You don't know what it's like. I can hear everything, see everything, feel everything, but I can do fucking nothing! It's terrible!"

Ichigo placed his book away. Grimmjow didn't sound as if he was joking. He tried to imagine himself as a lifeless doll with feelings and eyes. Ichigo felt sympathetic. "Okay, I'll try to leave you as a human for as long as I can."

"…"

"…"

"That's it?"

"Yeah." Ichigo said. Ichigo suddenly had an idea. "Want to come with me to school on Monday? As a student, maybe it'll be a chance for you to see the world – get off, you oversized doll!"

Grimmjow had thrown himself on top of Ichigo and heaved him from the latter feet with a crushing hug. "Really?"

"Leggo." Ichigo choked.

"Sorry." Grimmjow placed Ichigo back onto the ground. "But – !"

"I am being serious." Ichigo said. "We'll say you are a foreign student, since a lot of them seem to be popping in and out. We'll go with German. Trust me, Karakura High has about the worst administrators the world has seen. But now, if you want to be in the same grade as me, you'll have to know the stuff I learn. So, does calculus ring a bell?"

"…"

"What about functions?"

"…"

"Physics? Chemistry? Biology?"

"…"

"E – !"

Grimmjow suddenly threw Ichigo onto his bed. He landed on top of him with a thud. He grabbed fistfuls of Ichigo's clothes and snarled in his ear. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

Ichigo stopped struggling and looked Grimmjow into the eye. They were teal colored and breathe taking. Deep, like the bottom of the ocean, never ending, like when you stare into the sunset and blue, like the color you look upward whenever you feel something clutch your heart. Grimmjow found Ichigo staring at him. He stared back. Ichigo looked so helpless under his grasp, his lips torn between a smile and grunt and his hair, with the color of fire. He pressed his hands on Ichigo's chest. Something nudged against his member, which was hard already.

"I'm going to rape you." Grimmjow decided.

Ichigo fumbled. He couldn't hide his smile. "By all means, go ahead. We'll see how long this lasts."

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. "Shut up." He pulled his thighs up Ichigo's body and pressed it against his chest. Suddenly, Grimmjow's entire leg slid down and his toes fumbled Ichigo's crotch.

The orange hair teen groaned.

"Take off your pants." Grimmjow commanded.

"You're the rapist. You do that."

Grimmjow growled and used his feet to put Ichigo's hands to place. He tried to undo Ichigo's belt and buttons, but gave us after two seconds and just ripped everything to shreds.

"Hey – !"

Grimmjow rammed a pillow onto Ichigo's face. "Shut up and like this."

Ichigo muffled under the fabric while Grimmjow ripped away the buttons on his shirt.

"There's a difference between rape and murder, you know!" Ichigo cried. "I could have died like that!"

"Shut up!" Grimmjow demanded. His smirk was drawn apart in that carefree and arousing manner. "It's not like I had sex before."

Grimmjow ripped his own pants away.

"Why the fuck did you do that? People are going to start thinking things when they see a naked doll in my room." Though they'll probably be right … I can't believe I', letting him do this …

"Fuck you." Grimmjow said. He grabbed Ichigo's legs and split them apart. "Don't you fucking dare tell me this hurts." He lifted Ichigo's legs into the air and tested the opening. Then he started thrusting. Ichigo grasped his bed sheets. His toes curled in the air and settled over Grimmjow's shoulders. Grimmjow settled his hands on Ichigo's thighs and thrusted even harder. Ichigo moaned in pleasure and arched his neck back.

Then he caught sight of Ichigo's erect cock. Grimmjow smirked and closed one hand over it, pumping him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Ichigo moaned. Grimmjow leaned towards Ichigo's face. Ichigo never looked any better. He closed the distance between them and kissed him fully on the lips.

"Jeagerjaquez Grimmjow." Ichigo started. His chest felt so much lighter. "You are an absolute idiot."


I was so tempted to make a rape scene. But, somehow, it turned out like this x]

Anyways, hope you enjoy!