Stupid Detention

Since most of you reader (:D) wanted another chapter and I still had ideas for this, i decided to write out another. Tell me what you think!

Disclaim to all things other than the plot and the OCs

Please forgive any mistaken translations. I used Bing translator. Blame Bing not me! I speak very minimal Spanish!

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-Later that night-

-x-Grimmjow POV-x-

I groaned as I stepped out of Aizen's car. The soft gray leather of his Obsidian black Aston Martin Rapide had been like heaven on my abused arse. That fancy car owning, school ruling, controlling fucker…he didn't even use a condom...but hell he's a step up form my old man. Maybe I'll get some more good sex outta this and manage to live to graduation.

Hell…my fuck wad of a father was home. I'd hoped to just leave a note or message with one of the maids. But no I had to talk to the ass-wipe and fucking Aizen was gonna come WITH me. The gods hate me! They do!

I walked up to my house's gate and buzzed myself in before walking up the twenty foot long drive. Aizen walking slightly behind me with his 'all-important- powerful aura surrounding us. I flinched when my father came to the door. He wasn't drunk…and frankly I didn't know if that was good thing or a bad thing.

"Oi! Usted poco inútil mierda! ¿Por qué es él aquí? (Hey! You little worthless shit! Why is he here?)" My father screamed at me from the front steps. I trudged up then and he took in my disheveled appearance. "I apologize, this punk all of ways been da worse of brats. Was 'e dun now?" He slurred his horrid Japanese. I held back a wince as he literally kicked me in the knee to get me into the house. Aizen followed us in with a deep inlaid frown on his face.

"Grimmjow's behavioral problems are at a standstill, but I think he'd been much…more disciplined if he were to move into the dorms at Hueco Mundo. There we teachers could keep…a closer eye…on him." Damn if it wasn't that silky voice again. "I am the Headmaster, Aizen Souske."

"Yeh. I'm his father…ya know…Jeagerjaques Ildefonso. An' was dis gonna be costin' me?" my father slurred.

"Che, like you pay my bills," I grunted he smacked the back of my head. I let my eyes slip closed but before another smack could come I was pulled back by Aizen.

"I won't condemn how you discipline your child, but in my presence I will not permit the assault of a child, there are other ways to discipline them," Aizen said silkily. I looked up at him wearily…I didn't want to know all the ways he would discipline me. My father's famous temper was simpering under the surface but he realized it would be easier to not fight Aizen. When not drinking, my old man was pretty sly…not smart but sly enough for his own damn good.

"So yous wants 'im stayin' at dat school o' yers?" the sly jerk asked.

"Yes Jeagerjaques Ildefonso-san, I believe it is best for him and for his behavioral problems," Aizen said, there he goes. Mentioning my 'behavioral problems' again. I suppressed the urge to glare at them both.

Stupid adults. Ruling over me like Gods. Like I'm their play thing. I'm my father's punching bag and Aizen's sex-toy.

"Fine. Get 'im outta me casa, cabo ahora," he demanded, slipping into Spanish as he demanded me out of his 'home'. I grunted and retreated to the stairs to go grab my shit and pack. I heard them talking in deafened voices about whatever. I grabbed my small black steel trunk and started packing uniforms and normal clothes in it. I also put in my laptop, skateboard, iHome, and other mementos. There wasn't much. All of my belongings fit in that small trunk and my school book bag.

I stomped back down the stairs. But halfway down a maid stopped me. Her name was Rosaria and she'd been with our family since I was four. She looked me over then glanced down at my father and Aizen.

"Mr. Grimmjow…you leaving? To the lesser of two evils…si?" She asked softly. I nodded gruffly. "I miss you now and more so later…" She hugged me carefully, unsure if I was further hurt than just the throbbing knot on the back of my head and my ass…not that she knew about that.

"Rosaria…you're the only person I'll miss from this hell on earth, be careful round him," I told her. She nodded and let me go on my way.

I didn't spare my father a parting glance as I stomped out the front door, waiting for Aizen to stop schmoozing with my father and hurry the fuck up.

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"Is that really all you have with you?" Aizen asked dubiously as he loaded my trunk and bag in his car. I shot a fierce glare at him.

"Just 'cause I'm rich don' mean I'm spoilt rotten like somma dem pricks I go t' school with," I seethed. He merely nodded and we got in the car and drove away.

"You're slanging just like him," He pointed out. I scowled.

"I thought my Japanese was pretty FUCKING good, Aizen-sama," I snarled.

"Not the nicest thing to say to someone who just saved you from that," Aizen pointed out. I twitched and clenched my fists in my pants, I didn't care if he saw how angry I was. "Or do you see this as…the lesser of two evils? Si?"

My eyes widened as I glared pointedly out of the window.

"¿Es usted? Usted escuchar como un diablo," I snapped bitterly.

-x-Aizen POV-x-

I looked over to him when he accused me of eavesdropping. I noticed the tight fists and tense body form. I bit down on a sigh.

"Where the hell as we goin' anyhow? The school was back there," He grouched, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. We had long passed the school and were now in a ritzy neighborhood of town with large Traditional style houses (mansions) in it, my neighborhood actually.

"I noticed that," I returned.

"So where the hell are we GOIN'," He demanded flatly. Glaring at me with uncertain eyes.

"My home."

"WHY!"

"You really expect me to leave you at the school with the other borders? I have to set up a room for you, fill out lots of paperwork, and find a roommate who will take you. Until then… you. Are. Staying. With. Me. Understood?" I said in a silky yet stern tone that left absolutely no room for argument. But still he looked defiant. "Where else do you have to go?" That hit him like a slap to the face and he scowled but said nothing as he stared out window.

I pulled up to my house and saw that Gin's car was already there.

"Come on," I told him. He grabbed his stuff and followed. I showed him to a room on the third floor and left him to unpack. "I have a associate to speak with, stay here."

I had to deal with Gin before something happened. Gin never came home this early unless something had happened and I didn't need his problems to mesh with Grimmjow's.

-x-Grimmjow POV-x-

I looked around the room. The whole freaking house was like a frickin' palace. Hell it looked like the pictures of the Hirosaki Castle without the large stone foundation. But a ten foot tall wooden wall was encasing the house and grounds.

My room was on the third floor and it was a normal room with normal walls and doors and carpeting on the floor. It was a huge room. Bigger than my one at his house, it had a white wood sleigh bed and matching bedside table with a white desk lamp and white alarm clock, an empty white wood desk with dark blue rolly chiar, a half-empty white bookshelf and a painted white window seat that was on a west facing bay window that overlooked an actually cool looking lake with a bridge over it. Dark blue hangings were on either side of it to block the view. There was also a white armoire for my clothes.

The walls were painted light blue and the carpet was white, the bedding was white with dark blue pillows and other than that the room was bare.

White, white, white, fucking more white and dark blue…bleak and depressing. Just like my fucking life as of now.

I dropped my stuff and started unpacking.

Somehow I had a feeling I wasn't leaving for a while.

When I was done I got up and decided to find out where the fuck Aizen and that other person he said was here were.

I crept along the hallway listening for them before I reached the doorway leading downstairs to a loft like opening place with voices filtering upstairs. I sat at the top of the stairs and listened.

"Gin…what happened this time?" It was Aizen.

"Nugh…" Apparently that was this Gin dude.

"What did you take?" Aizen's voice was a lot softer than I would've thought. What was that about, he'd had no tolerance for druggies in our school.

"Made…made me take it…nah mah fault," the apparently high man slurred. I crept down carefully, trying not to creak in the near silence of the house.

"Who made you take what?" Aizen again.

"Roofie…X…dey wan'ed tah do five pen…said no…dey…dey wouldn't leave me alone," Gin's voice warbled as he spoke.

Roofie? X? Someone drugged him? What the hell.

I heard a scrambling sound and retching then I gulped when Aizen said "Jeagerjaques-kun, come here and be useful verses spying on us." I growled but came forward, a pale, silver haired stick of a man was bent over a trash bin and Aizen was holding him up by an arm around the chest. The silver haired guy coughed harshly and Aizen pumped on his chest…I realized what he was up to then. He was trying to get this Gin guy to throw up the drugs.

"Go downstairs take a left in the foyer, go down the hall to the kitchen and bring me a dish towel, some water, and the medical kit that's under the sink." I hesitated. "Go now."

I turned tail and went on my way. This was too weird. I somehow found the damn kitchen. It was fucking white scale too, this time with black mixed in. I grabbed what he wanted and kinda balked at how big the stupid first aid kit was. I spent at least two minutes searching for cups and when I finally found a coffee mug I just grabbed it. Aizen was pissed and I didn't wanna be on the receiving end of it…again. I climbed back up the stairs and nearly threw the kit at his feet and set the cloth and the water next to him on the coffee table in front of them. I knelt next to them and winced as Gin hacked again.

"What happened to him?" I asked quietly.

"I assumed you heard enough to deduce that for yourself," Aizen quipped, then his voice went softer, "Gin open your mouth." The silver haired man shook his head valiantly but Aizen tilted his head back against his shoulder and pressed the cup to his mouth. Gin finally drank the water down after struggling for a bit.

"You can leave now Jeagerjaques-kun, I'll be up to see you momentarily," Aizen insisted. I got up without saying anything and left.

This was so weird. What the hell was I in for now?

-x-

I sat on my new bed and actually did my Algebra II homework. I was halfway down when Aizen knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"May I come in?"

"Your house ain't it?" I snarked. He opened the door and strode in, appearance composed and his 'teacher' face.

"Your room, as long as you stay here I will respect this one room as your space Grimmjow," Aizen insisted to me.

"What the hell do you want huh? You bring me here, you ignore me while you're dealin' with a drug OD and then you act like nothing happened at all!" I snapped, I was angry and confused and he was such a fucking prick.

"Gin didn't OD as if that was your business in the first place because it isn't. And you are here because you can't be trusted at the school alone and because you are mine Grimmjow, I thought I made that clear?" Aizen nearly purred. I winced.

"Well if I'm fucking yours, fucking prove it," I returned. He advanced closer towards me and shoved my books of the bed.

"I thought I already had," his voice was deep, velvet-like; dangerous. I held his gaze but had to clench to keep from wincing when he slammed me down on the bed. I bucked up against him. He ripped my shirt off before I could even blink and I let out a shocked groan. "You are mine. I refuse to let anyone else hurt you or touch you the way your father did."

Well that hurt. That's the first time he actually said it point blank.

I snarled and struggled against him. Punching at him with my free arm and twisting to try and get free.

"And you think you are SO MUCH BETTER?" I spat. It's like a damn of anger burst and all conscious thought of saving my ass and holding back went out the window and slashed through that stupid perfect lawn beyond. "YOU THINK YOU ARE SUCH A BETTER OPTION? ROSARIA WAS RIGHT! The only reason I came with you is because even being your fuck doll is better than being beaten and starved and whored out by MY FATHER! You think you're such a magnanimous hero? You are just a child molesting head case! I HATE BOTH OF YOU! I only chose you because at least I might live to see 18 with you!" I screamed and ranted and screamed¸ and I got even angrier when hot tears started cascading down my cheeks but I ignored them and kept on yelling and thrashing. After I was done I fell back against the pillow panting and shaking and fucking crying. He had me pinned down by the biceps and was just looking on indulgently like I was three year old throwing a tantrum.

Finally I just gave up. I laid still and closed my eyes, breaths coming in harsh and the tears had finally stopped.

"Better now?" He asked quietly.

"No," I said in spite of the weight I felt had lifted off my chest. He just 'hned' and pulled me against him. I laid my head against his chest tiredly. There wasn't shit for it now. I was stuck between a rock and a bastard. I didn't want to go back home. I didn't know what the hell I wanted.

I lay against him quietly, for now he was my best option. The only option.

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