Chapter 2
Ichigo woke up slowly to the sound of horns being blown and birds chirping. It had irritated him at first, the noise he was unused too since usually when he woke up, most people were still fast asleep. He shifted in his uncomfortable futon only to realize he wasn't in his futon. What he laid on was smooth to the touch, seeming stuffed with feathers as he turned onto his back, feeling the cool bed beneath his clothed back. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking them when they were assaulted by light. He raised his hands to rub them to rid them of the crust that had collected over night, letting his arms fall back to the bed lifelessly as he opened his eyes once again. The plaster peeling ceiling he usually woke up to was no longer there, a mirror instead in it's place. Ichigo blinked. His entire ceiling was made up of a mirror that stretched to every corner before the walls gave out to blood red painted walls. Ichigo looked back to the mirror, looking at his reflection. His trade mark ears that signaled he was a neko seemed to look more orange and upright than they have ever looked. His face was relaxed for once in a long time, like he carried no worries. He stared at his face for a long time. Had he always looked like this? No, he answered for himself, furrowing his brows as he frowned. He looked angry like that, like life had never been easy to him, and to cope with it he vowed to not smile ever again. Ichigo relaxed his face, sighing. Wasn't that the truth? He knew he could smile, but it sometimes seemed hard too, or it would like tired, like he was tired of trying.
At this turn of thought he looked away, sitting up as he looked around. He remembered the room from last night, running his fingers over the purple quilt that still laid on his bed, a frown pulling at his lips. He remembered a lot from last night. His ears drooped a little as he got out of bed and walked to the window, the blinds pulled aside. He stood by the frame, looking out to the city below. Sold. He had been sold. Ichigo touched his fingers to the glass, watching as a young neko girl walked by, a smile that appeared forced on her lips. He could see the slight roundness of her belly as she ran to a group of human girls, her smile changing into one of happiness. He sighed. Was that going to be him? The neko who forced a smile everywhere he went because his master told him too? He looked to the sky, feeling his heart bleed as he wished he could fly up to the clouds, away from it all. He was the unwilling lover of another, a fate he feared was worse than the endless sleep his ancestors had been put under, their bodies buried under the ground in coffins held down by chains, never to be able to awaken from the dreams and come back to reality.
He left the window, returning to his bed. He sat on its edge, looking around the room once again. Grimmjow was just trying to win him over with gifts and luxury he knew, feeling sick as he remembered his awe when he first entered the house. Grimmjow had won that round, but Ichigo was going to make sure he never won any other. Ichigo stood, his confidence and pride returning as he walked to the closet. His clothes from yesterday, an outfit consisting of all black to signify his ownership was taken away by Grimmjow when Ichigo took a bath in the bathroom across from his room, having asked him that when he took off his clothes if he would set them outside the door and he would put a pair of clothes out there for him to wear to bed. Maroon sweats and a gold shirt with an eagle on it along with black boxers were placed outside the door, and even though it seemed a tad over rated, Ichigo was glad Grimmjow didn't advise him to sleep naked.
He picked out salmon colored jeans with a small white belt and a white shirt with zebra patterns crossing all over it, wondering if any of the shoes would match. He chose grey sneakers with a red bottom, putting them on the bed. He looked to the door uncertainly, frowning with a sigh. Should he take another bath? He knew he took one last night but it had felt so good and he had never felt so clean. He opted to just wash up, taking his outfit with him. A red washcloth and a green toothbrush were set there for him, Ichigo looking into the hallway in confusion before looking back to the supplies. He didn't bring anything with him anyway...
When Ichigo finished he just stood there for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked good. Not as muscular as he thought he would but it had been a while since he trained so he was not too surprised. He picked up his pajamas and opened the door, looking to see if Grimmjow was anywhere around before sneaking back into his room, throwing the clothing on the bed before sitting next to it, sighing. Why was he sneaking around? He was supposed to be fighting back, not hiding in corners. But he already knew why. He knew Grimmjow was probably just as powerful as him or even stronger, and if he wanted to fuck him, Ichigo doubted he'll ask kindly. He slammed his fist into the bed, mentally slapping himself. He was a neko, a feared demon among the human race, he shouldn't be afraid of the strength of another. Ichigo nodded his head, standing up and folding his pajamas before putting them into his closet, his stomach growling in hunger.
He groaned, putting a hand to his stomach when he remembered the delicious sushi from last night, lifting his head and sniffing the air. Okayu! His stomach growled again so Ichigo was quick to venture downstairs, sniffing the air as he tried to find the rice porridge he smelled earlier. He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, frozen as he met the ice cold eyes of Grimmjow. "You ready?" Grimmjow asked him after a few minutes of their eyes meeting, Ichigo blinking before frowning. "Go where?" he asked, Grimmjow signaling for him to follow. Ichigo refused. "I am not going anywhere with you till you tell me where we are going," he demanded, Grimmjow throwing him an irritated glance before sighing, putting a lite cigarette into his mouth.
"Do you want to eat or not kid?" he asked, Ichigo frowning as he walked cautiously up to him, Grimmjow watching him with a lazy stare. "I am fifteen, and I am not a kid. Probably in you're human years, but not in neko years," Ichigo told him blankly, Grimmjow pulling the cigarette out of his mouth before blowing the smoke out to the side, Ichigo frowning when he smirked. "Whatever you say Strawberry," he said, Ichigo clenching his fists. "There's Okayu on the table, eat quick, we are going out today," Grimmjow told him before going upstairs, Ichigo watching him go before going to the kitchen, his stomach growling when he saw the buttered toast and Okayu lying on the table. He ate slow just to irritate the crap out of Grimmjow before washing his own dishes, hearing Grimmjow's heavy footsteps as he came down the stairs. He expected him to yell at him for taking so long but he didn't, just signaling for him to follow him to the front door. He had put a white jacket on over his black shirt, the jacket extremely small though, stopping halfway down his upper torso. He reminded Ichigo of the male strippers he saw once in a magazine Urahara had, but in hope not to be punished, he kept his thoughts to himself.
"We will be going to a few shops to shop for some clothes and other supplies you may need, so if you see a shop you would like to visit, tell me," Grimmjow told him as they buckled up their seat belts, Ichigo nodding his head before looking out the window. He could see Grimmjow's reflection in the glass, looking nothing like the man he had met before, thinking back to when he first met him.
He had been asleep in his room but was woken up by his father's booming voice. He sounded on the verge of choking somebody so Ichigo threw on a pair sweats and a wife-beater before rushing downstairs, thinking he had gotten angry at a customer. It would not be good for business if he beat up a customer. He saw his dad at the foot of the stairs and put a hand to his shoulder, his father's angry brown eyes turning to him. He moved aside so Ichigo could step off the steps fully, seeing Urahara. He opened his mouth to ask what he was doing here but the wind was knocked out of his lungs when his eyes met icy cold blue. The man that stood in front of him was tall and intimidating, the ever present shark like grin pulling on his lips. Ichigo took a step back, his nostrils being filled with the scent of sex that seemed thick and heavy in the air. "Urahara what's going on," Ichigo asked when unbearable anger set in his gut, Urahara's usual smile not present.
That's when he was told he was going to be sold to him, and even though Ichigo did not show it, he was angry. His father smelled of murderous intent but he didn't react to his instinct to protect his offspring, knowing it was only the way of life. Ichigo would have gladly acted in his place.
"Strawberry, where do you want to go first?" Grimmjow asked him irritably, Ichigo looking to him with a frown. "My name is Ichigo," he told him once again, Grimmjow frowning as he put his hand to his head rest, leaning in close. Ichigo leaned away, narrowing his eyes in disgust. The smell of sex was overpowering with him this close, Ichigo wanting to cover his nose to dispel it. "Listen Ichigo," Grimmjow hissed, Ichigo meeting his eyes, a permanent frown placed on his lips as he thought about kicking him away. "You may not like me, and so far I don't like you're attitude either, but as far as i am concerned, we are stuck together." Grimmjow grabbed his arm roughly, ichigo taking in a sharp breath when he pulled him in close, his breath wafting over his face, Ichigo averting his eyes as he looked to the front window. They were in a parking garage he saw, wondering how long it took them to get here. How long had he spaced out?
"Learn to deal with the crap of life and stop acting like a child, it pisses me off," Grimmjow told him angrily, Ichigo unable to hold his tongue any longer as he looked back to him sharply. "Why does it piss you off huh? Because I'm not like the other wanton whore's you've fucked?" he growled, Grimmjow's frown turning into the grin he saw when he first met him. "He told me you were a tough one," Grimmjow chuckled, Ichigo gasping when Grimmjow put a hand to his crotch, his claws extending as he wrapped his hand around his neck, growling in warning at him. Grimmjow's grin widened as he removed his hand, though Ichigo was not so willing to release him. "I knew you weren't as submissive and quiet as you had been acting," Grimmjow proclaimed as he grabbed his wrist, Ichigo's breathing a tad faster than normal as he let him remove his hand, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's.
"If you want me to treat you how you want to be treated, speak up. I don't read minds," Grimmjow told him, his grin dying away into a smirk. Ichigo nodded, pulling his wrist free forcefully. "Well than we can start by you calling me by my name. I'm a person, not your pet," Ichigo told him, Grimmjow snorting as he moved away, unlocking his door. "Whatever Ichigo. Get out, I don't want to be out here for too long," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo frowning as he opened his door, slamming it closed. He was definitely taking a bath when they got back.
"No," Ichigo told him bluntly, Grimmjow grinning as he turned back to him. "Ichigo, we are going to be lovers. And you just laying there and taking it is not going to cut it for me," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo's cheeks turning red with embarrassment as passing neko's looked over, Ichigo punching Grimmjow's chest before pushing him into a private corner. "Shut up. And we are not going to be lover's I didn't sign up for that crap," Ichigo growled lowly at him, Grimmjow frowning. Ichigo gasped when he pulled him close up against his body, Ichigo's hands to his chest as his torso was pressed deathly close to his, baring his fangs at him angrily in warning. "You may have not signed up for it Ichigo, but it doesn't mean you're refusal will stop me from getting it through your head," Grimmjow murmured, pressing his groin closer to his.
Ichigo's snarl faltered from the contact, taking in a deep shaking breath before he got a hold of himself, pushing Grimmjow away. "Think whatever you like Grimmjow, but your words won't change my mind," Ichigo said as he stood up straight, narrowing his eyes and setting his jaw. He was a neko, not a pathetic human. "You may have bought me for you're own deeds Grimmjow," Ichigo began, his voice rough, "But as far as I am concerned, as long as I am alive and breathing, I will always have the higher power in this engagement," Ichigo's voice held finality, like he was making a promise, Grimmjow grinning at his stubbornness. "Whatever you say Ichigo," he chuckled, Ichigo gritting his teeth at how he just let what he said slide over his shoulders like dust, Grimmjow turning and putting his hands in his pants pockets, looking over his shoulder to him. "You coming Ichigo?" he asked, Ichigo frowning as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking to the sex shop Grimmjow had insisted they go to. He was not going in there.
"Costume shop," Ichigo said, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow. "I will not go in there, but if you are that insistent we go somewhere to prepare for the sex you will never get, I suggest a costume shop," Ichigo told him, Grimmjow grinning widely as he turned and walked back into the lobby. "Whatever you say Ichigo," Grimmjow snickered, Ichigo frowning as he jogged to catch up with him.
"Come on out Ichigo," Grimmjow coaxed from behind the curtain, Ichigo frowning as he picked at the outfit Grimmjow had picked out. His groin was squeezed into tight leather pants that started just above his pubic hairs and stretched down his long legs, clinging to his ankles. He felt he could barely move, especially with the thigh high boots he was also given. He ran a finger over the leather that covered his chest, the shirt having no sleeves and extremely short, stopping at the top of his belly button, chains around his left wrist and traveling all the way up his arm, connecting to his turtle neck collar. He looked like he belonged in a porno. He put his forehead against the back wall of the dressing room. How can he let himself be degraded so low? "I change my mind, let's just go home," Ichigo said, defeated. This was to embarrassing. "Not until you show me how that outfit looks on you," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo gritting his teeth as he clenched his fists. "You bastard!" he growled, looking up in surprise when the curtain was pulled open.
Grimmjow stared down at him, his eyes heavy with amusement and lust, Ichigo snarling at him. "It looks good on you," Grimmjow said with a grin, Ichigo backing up when he walked into the dressing room fully, closing the curtain behind him. "I'm not afraid to fight you in public Grimmjow," Ichigo snarled, Grimmjow nodding his head. "I know you aren't. But it's fun seeing you struggle," Grimmjow said rather bluntly, Ichigo's claws extending as he growled. "Bring it on," he growled, Grimmjow smirking. "Gentleman, sadly that is forbidden in here," an employee interrupted, Ichigo snarling angrily as he pushed Grimmjow out, the employee squeaking when she was almost knocked down. "Forgive us miss, he is not the smartest of men," Ichigo apologized to her, reading her name tag. "Orihime is it?" he asked, Orihime blushing as she fiddled with her long orange hair. "Yes and it's quite alright, it's just fighting is not prohibited in this store. The clothing might get ruined and I'll get fired," she proclaimed in a rush, Ichigo giving her a small smile.
"We will be more careful next time," he promised, though secretly hoped they would never return here. Orihime smiled and nodded her head, her grey eyes shining. "Thanks, it was nice meeting you..." "Ichigo," he filled, Orihime smiling happily before strolling off, Ichigo looking back to Grimmjow angrily. But he also seemed displeased, staring angrily at Orihime as she helped a new customer. "I don't like her, don't make friends with her" he told Ichigo, Ichigo rolling his eyes as he closed the curtain and unzipped the leather shirt. "Stop being jealous, it's not like we are secretly dating behind your back," Ichigo said with a sarcastic tone, dropping the shirt to the bench and tensing when the curtain was pulled open once again. They needed lockable doors here. "If you were I would kill her than you," Grimmjow growled, Ichigo turning and frowning, crossing his arms over his chest. "Shut up and get out," he ordered with narrowed eyes, Grimmjow snarling before closing the curtain, not wanting to cause anymore trouble and end up not being able to buy the outfit. He had a lot of ideas that needed to be tried with an outfit such as that one.
Author's note: Happy New Year! Have fun and act stupid but not enough to get arrested XD
