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Chapter Two: Game Plan

Rukia was reclined in her position on Orihime's sofa. The fluffy cushions were sucking in her small form. After moving about for a more comfortable and stable position, she decided to stand. The shinigami looked back at the sofa and frowned.

"Am I really that small?" she said aloud to herself. Rukia put her hands on her hips, but they were removed when she heard a shuffle from the other side of the front room wall. Rukia sighed, for she knew that Orihime was doing something in the kitchen. "What am I doing here?" she whispered to herself. Oh! Right! Rukia's inner thoughts countered. I'm here for a damn challenge. Orihime isn't a challenge, though. She seems so "down to earth" still. What challenge is Cupid really talking about? After pouting to herself, Rukia thought, I still can't believe I'm here with Orihime, who's totally in love with me for the reason of being pierced by a godly weapon. Damn Cupid and his frilly bow! Well, I guess I couldn't avoid this then.

Rukia recalled being dragged to her current location via a choke hold by Orihime's arms, which didn't go unaccompanied by the smothering of Orihime's breasts. She blushed at the thought. Rukia didn't want to know what Orihime wanted to do, for the strawberry haired girl failed to say what was planned. She felt goosebumps race up her body as she thought of the possible reason Orihime brought her there. Please don't tell me she likes to do girly crap! panicked Rukia. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a shuffle of footsteps coming toward her.

When Rukia looked up, her mouth dropped in both horror and embarrassment. Here eyes dilated until her cheeks were too small to fit on her face. Oh my- She was cut off by Orihime's sweet voice.

"Hello, Rukia," greeted Orihime in a seductive purr. The strawberry haired girl was dressed in a bikini. The top only had enough room to cover the lower half of Orihime's breast, leaving a possibility that her nipples would burst out. The bottoms were decently covering its respective area. The straps for both pieces were more lacey than stringy. The most daunting of the outfit was the chappy the bunny graciously placed on the crotch, rear, and both breasts.

"Do you like it?" asked Orihime. She twirled. Then her eyes popped open in realization as she chirped, "Oh! I almost forgot something." Orihime turned and ran back into the kitchen. She came back into the front room within five seconds with a box in her hands. Her hair billowed about her frame as she stopped directly in front of Rukia. With a delighted giggle, Orihime opened the box to reveal strawberries covered in chocolate.

Rukia's left eye twitched. This can't be happening! she screamed inwardly. After taking in a deep breath, Rukia said, "Orihime, I need you to stay here." When the other agreed to do as told, Rukia flashed away from Orihime's home. She needed to get to a more private place. I recognize those actions! thought Rukia. Those actions are the clue. I know what the challenge is, and I need to tell Ichigo.

As Rukia was busy trying to deal with Orihime, Nnoitra was relaxing in his room in Hueco Mundo. He wasn't called to any meetings all day, and he didn't have the spirit to fight. His thoughts were concentrated on the god of love, Cupid. The god befuddled him; Nnoitra didn't know how to grasp the situation he was in. Everything seemed so wrong. Nel was wrong.

Speaking of Nel, thought Nnoitra, where is she? He looked around his large room, for he recalled allowing the girl to enter his chambers. After sighing in frustration, Nnoitra decided to focus on the mirror across from his white bed. He noticed a shadow move in the background, so Nnoitra focused on the figure. His eye opened wide when he noticed it was Nel.

With a mouth open to begin scolding for disappearing, Nnoitra stood as large and threatening as possible. Although he meant to give the girl a piece of his mind, Nnoitra couldn't help but turn extremely red. His eye was wide, no blinks available to ensure a full understanding of the sight he was witnessing.

Nel was shamelessly standing by his bed with his jacket on. The jacket barely managed to cover her breasts, and it didn't do a great job of covering most of her legs. Not only did she stand there shamelessly, Nel had her zanpaktou in her hand. She was twirling the blade with her left hand as she gazed at him with, what Nnoitra saw as, some sort of sick emotion.

"Nel?" asked Nnoitra. He really didn't want to hurt the girl, but he was tempted to swing his zanpaktou at her. Her actions, so far, were frustrating Nnoitra, for he didn't understand anything. He did note that his reactions pleased the girl, but he didn't know how to react to this. For cryin' out loud! She's not even wearing pants! Nnoitra yelled in his mind. After swallowing a nervous lump, he asked, "What are you doing in my jacket, and why are you armed? You're practically nude, and there aren't any threats here." He crossed his long arms.

"Oh," said Nel with downcast eyes. "I didn't mean to make you mad, Nnoitra." She lifted her gaze to Nnoitra, causing the Espada to take a step back.

She's smiling? Nnoitra asked himself. Of all reactions, she should be cursing me for being rude. I fuckin' called her naked. Well, it wasn't much of an insult, but that doesn't help with the fact that Nel is smiling... Now she's walking towards me. Nnoitra didn't like the way Nel was approaching him. He backed up, but he realized that he was showing weakness. Nnoitra still remembered Cupid mentioning her as a challenge, so he instantly decided to stop in his tracks.

"You're so handsome, Nnoitra," said Nel as she approached with a swing of her hips. She raised her weapon and leaned forward. She felt her breasts lean outward more, but she didn't pay any mind to it. She was focused on Nnoitra and his body's reactions to her. With a lick of her lips, Nel darted forward to attack a weaponless Nnoitra.

Nnoitra pursed his lips. I thought this bitch was supposed to be all hypnotized and shit. Hypnotized idiots don't attack the ones they see standin' around,Nnoitra spat inwardly. He dodged a swipe at his arm. That was a half ass move, thought Nnoitra. Unless. He stopped the next attack by grabbing Nel's wrist.

The girl smiled and released the blade from her captured wrist. She then jumped and wrapped her appendages around Nnoitra, causing the Espada to stumble. Nel secured her free arm around Nnoitra's neck and kissed him with all her passion.

After feeling the girl secure herself on him, Nnoitra thought, This isn't happening! What is she doing? She's kissing me, duh, but what the hell! When Nel moved on to kissing his neck, Nnoitra quickly went to his bed and tried to drop her, but the girl wouldn't let go. He felt Nel pull on him with her weight, but he refused to be dragged down.

Nel frowned against Nnoitra's neck. He won't fall, she inwardly complained. She redoubled her pull; as a result, she fell under Nnoitra on his bed. Keeping her legs secured around Nnoitra's waist, Nel started to undo his jacket.

"What are you doing?" asked Nnoitra aloud. He was blushing madly at all the sensitive touches and play. He tried to pull away, but he was kept down. Fuck! he cursed. I can't believe I have to do this. Nnoitra trailed his hands down Nel's sides until he reached her thighs. He placed his hands on the inside of Nel's thighs and pushed her legs apart. Nnoitra was surprised that the girl opened her legs so willingly to him, but he recovered from the surprise and quickly pulled away.

"Come here, my love," called Nel with a gentle voice. She started to undo the jacket she wore while still keeping her legs open. Her body was covered in a light shade of red.

Nnoitra gulped again. He did his best to keep eye contact with the girl, for he did not want to look lower than her chin. When he noticed Nel was ready to pull the jacket apart, he held up his hands for her to pause. "Hold that move!" panicked Nnoitra. He quickly ran from his room, but he popped his head back in to say, "Stay there. I'll be back." Nnoitra was squealing with embarrassment as he ran down the halls. As he ran, Nnoitra cursed, "Where the fuck is Grimmjow's room?"

At the time Nnoitra was shocked by Nel's appearance, Ichigo was fidgeting in his seat. He wished he could go back in time and run away through the portal to his world, but he couldn't. He was trying not to be nervous, but he was tied about the way to solve his problem. The uncomfortable situation was probably due to the fact he was literally tied up.

I understand that he doesn't want me to leave, but this is ridiculous! Ichigo inwardly complained. He started to squirm around in his bounds, but his attempts were in vain. The spiritual bounds held fast to his wrists and legs. Of all fuckin' chairs to be tied to, thought Ichigo, I had to be tied to a metal folding chair.

Ichigo's arms were secured to the backrest of the chair, while his legs were uncomfortably tied to the legs. He noticed that only his midsection and knees were mobile. He cursed himself for allowing Grimmjow's eyes and voice to get to him, and he cursed that he let Grimmjow walk behind him. All he could remember was watching Grimmjow slink behind him. He thought that the other would just hug him from behind, but he was knocked out with a blow to the back of the head.

"Damn rope, energy, things!" Ichigo growled to himself as he looked over his shoulder to see his wrists. After one more harsh tug, Ichigo slumped in his seat and sighed. Since I'm stuck here, I might as well try to figure out what Grimmjow's up to. Ichigo sat up and decided to look around for clues. He didn't think Grimmjow would leave him here for no reason; he just wished he woke up in time to ask Grimmjow before the blue douchebag decided to leave.

The room was of no help to Ichigo. The bed was there in its uniformly white glory, and the floor was no different. The walls were tall and white, and the furniture was white. Even the folding chair was white.

"Is everything white in here?" Ichigo asked himself aloud. He decided to just listen, instead. After patiently waiting a few minutes, Ichigo heard footsteps coming from the other end of the room. He looked there and noticed another white door. How conveniently obvious, Ichigo grumbled from his seat. His eyes shot open when Grimmjow entered his view.

Grimmjow saw Ichigo's shocked expression, so he grinned back in a cocky manner. "Like the view, Ichigo?" asked Grimmjow in a low, husky voice. He was hauling a radio on his shoulder when he entered the area. Grimmjow had taken the liberty of going to the human world and picking up a few provisions for his new lover. He went to his dresser and set the radio down.

Ichigo swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. Is that leather? he asked himself. He blushed when Grimmjow kissed the air in his direction and turned around for the other to drink in. Yup. That's leather, Ichigo reassured himself as he continued to observe the other.

The blue haired Espada was wearing black leather pants that fit him tightly but allowed enough movement. Buckles and straps were draped around the pant legs. One huge belt buckle adorned Grimmjow's manly crotch; the buckle was the shape of a hollow mask, which looked a lot like Ichigo's mask. This observation caused Ichigo to shiver with goosebumps.

In addition to the fancy pants, Grimmjow wore black heavy boots that also had buckles. The heel of the boot only rose an inch off of the ground, adding to Grimmjow's six-foot-one figure. His pectorals and abs rippled under a fishnet shirt with no undershirt to hide the flesh. The shirt was torn in a few places, allowing his viewer to peek at pure perfection. Grimmjow didn't skip out on gloves that only covered his palm and wrist.

Grimmjow's attire didn't stop at the gloves. He also made sure to put on a collar with "sexta" written in silver letters. On his ears, were black piercings at the lobe and ear flap. There was also one more piercing, which was located on his tongue. The tongue ring was a blue ball that stemmed from the middle of the tongue on a silver stream.

Ichigo was speechless at the end of his observations. He looks like a punk or something, thought Ichigo. But he looks so good in it. Why did he go through all of this trouble to look like this and get a radio. Ichigo's eyes blinked when realization hit him. I've always wanted this, thought Ichigo. Not Grimmjow, but this in general. I've always wanted a girl who looked so bad and good. I've wanted to love a girl who could strip for me before our night together on our honeymoon. This... This is too awkward and fast for my pace. I wanted to do this with someone I love, not someone that falsely loves me. Did my blood somehow give him the ability to understand my interests or desires? All of which could- His thoughts were interrupted by a sound of a click.

He looked up and saw Grimmjow working the radio with a focused face. He saw a CD enter a open flap, which was closed right after the CD clicked into place. Before Grimmjow could press the play button, Ichigo made him pause his movements.

"Grimmjow," called Ichigo with uncertainty. He held his breath when Grimmjow looked at him. "Uhm," muttered he. He swallowed nervously and forced out, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

Grimmjow just smiled and answered, "I'm going to entertain you, and I'm doing this because I love you." With those words, he pressed the play button. Grimmjow turned himself toward Ichigo as the song "O.M.G" by Usher started.

Crap! My favorite song! Ichigo thought. He sat back in his seat to portray both fear and nervousness.

The other just chuckled and started to sway his hips. As the song progressed Grimmjow started to strip his clothing. The first piece that came off was his fishnet shirt. After stripping off the net, he twirled it about a little as his hips continued to make provocative thrusts and twists. He flung the shirt aside and seductively approached his lover.

Grimmjow got onto his knees and put his hands on Ichigo's knees. He moved Ichigo's knees about as he continued to sway to the music. After opening Ichigo's knees as wide as possible, he moved his hands towards Ichigo's chest and ripped open the top, exposing the other's chest. After appreciating the lewd exposure of Ichigo's body, Grimmjow licked Ichigo's skin from the base of his torso to his ear. He then turned and started to grind against Ichigo's crotch with his rear end.

Ichigo held his breath. He didn't want to respond to Grimmjow's provocative moves. When will the song be over? he inwardly complained. He blushed when Grimmjow stood and ripped off his pants with ease. His eyes were wide as they stared at the baby blue speedo like cloth. His chin was pulled upward by a gloved hand to look at Grimmjow, who twisted his hips as he sat on Ichigo's lap and ground against him.

The blue haired stripper traced his free hand up Ichigo's chest. When the other gasped at the touch to his pectoral, Grimmjow gave Ichigo a harsh kiss. He made sure to taste every bit of the other, who was still struggling inwardly against all of the touches.

The song had come to a stop, but Grimmjow continued to kiss the unwilling lover beneath him. He was about to start kissing the other's chest when Nnoitra burst in. Grimmjow turned his head away. When he saw the intruder, he growled, "Get out!" He got to his feet and crossed his arms as he glared.

"Shut up!" yelled Nnoitra pointing to Grimmjow. He looked at Ichigo and yelled, "We need to talk!" Grimmjow came to him to argue, but Nnoitra just said, "I didn't know that you were a stripper."

Grimmjow's eyebrows shot up. He looked at himself then replied, "Fuck off, Nnoitra!" First, he turned off the radio. Then, he turned away in anger and waltzed toward his wardrobe to find his better clothing.

Nnoitra cackled as he walked to Ichigo and freed the poor shinigami. He grabbed Ichigo's upper arm and pulled him into the hallway. After they were a good distance from Grimmjow's room, Nnoitra stopped and turned Ichigo around. "She's scarin' me," started Nnoitra, "and I have no idea what's going on. That Cupid guy is an asshole for leavin' us without any clues of what to do."

Ichigo sighed and shrugged Nnoitra's hands off. He quickly fixed his uniform and took in a few deep breaths. Apparently, recovering from Grimmjow's stripping was harder than he thought. "I think I know what's going on," he said. Before he could say another thing, his cell phone went off in his pocket. He held up a finger to Nnoitra as he pulled out the small device and flipped the top open. An eyebrow shot up. "Rukia's calling," he said aloud. He clicked the answer button and answered, "Yo."

"What's that?" asked Nnoitra pointing to the phone. He peered closely at the device with his good eye.

Ichigo covered the speaker piece and answered, "It's a phone. I can talk to people with it." He uncovered the mouthpiece and said, "Rukia. What's going on?"

"Ichigo! I know what the big challenge is!" came Rukia's voice. She sounded excited.

Ichigo put the phone on speaker. "I think I know, too," he answered. Before he could say what the challenge was, Nnoitra rudely cut him off.

"What the hell? Ya greedy bastards! Fill me in here!" demanded Nnoitra. He crossed his arms.

"Is that the tall Espada?" asked Rukia.

"My name's Nnoitra!" growled he toward the little phone.

"Don't yell at the phone like that," scolded Ichigo.

"Shut up!" yelled Rukia from the speaker. After she heard the other two were settled down, she said, "The challenge is to fall in love."

Nnoitra went still. He looked from the phone to Ichigo. "What's love?" he asked.

Ichigo and Rukia both hit their foreheads and sighed.

"What?" asked Nnoitra with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. It's not like I should know all human emotions.

"You tell him," said Rukia. She sat on the roof, knowing this conversation might take a while. She covered her other ear to block out all noises, so she could focus more on the call.

"Well," started Ichigo, "when two people or Espada get together, they discover things about each other. After some time, the two will start to admire the things about one another; thus, they develop a strong connection called love." He looked at the tall Espada for understanding, but the other seemed to be on an entirely different train.

Love? Love, love, love, love, pondered the Espada as he rocked on his heels. Then he blinked with a sense of realization. "Like the way I like to tear down the weak," said Nnoitra as he balled his hand into a fist with a smile. He imagined himself crushing a lower Arrancar than himself.

"Sure, but the feeling is more happy," replied Ichigo when he saw the malicious look on Nnoitra's face. He shook his head and turned his attention back to Rukia. "How did you find out the challenge?"

Rukia blushed and answered, "Well... Orihime did something that I've always wanted to do with a type of guy I love." She sighed and continued, "I love strong men who wear swim trunks. It's a fantasy of mine to have that special guy treat me like a queen with chocolate strawberries... And Orihime came to me in a bathing suit with chocolate strawberries."

"That ain't so bad," commented Nnoitra. Seriously? About a girl being hot?

"That was so embarrassing!" countered Rukia. "It's like she knows me from the inside and out!" She was leaning up and staring furiously at the phone. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously.

"At least she didn't have your jacket on without pants, and she didn't jump you in your room!" rebuddled Nnoitra just as viciously. He was shaking his fist at the phone as he thought, Fuckin' dumb bitch!

Ichigo sighed and said, "Are you two children?" When the two stopped bickering, he continued, "I think the blood Cupid used on the others is what's making this all happen. Come on. Think about it. Our blood is in their hearts."

"That's true!" agreed Rukia. The logic makes so much sense. So Orihime does know a lot about me.

After nodding his head, Ichigo wanted to change the subject to now. He honestly didn't want to endure another mind reading, so he said, "We gotta figure this all out. I'm not sure about you two, but it'll be hard to fall in love in my position." He heard Nnoitra and Rukia agree at the same time. "We need a plan, guys. I'm talking about a literal plan for today because I don't want to go back to Grimmjow's room."

"I don't even want to go to my room," said Nnoitra as he placed his hands on his hips.

"At least Nel is the opposite gender of you," said Rukia. I won't be sympathetic to an guy who got it easy! Her expression was bored and unsympathetic.

"There's more to this than gender!" growled Nnoitra going to eye level with the phone. He wanted to yell about all of the times Nel made a fool out of him in the past.

Ichigo quickly withdrew the phone and stated, "Why don't we all go on a triple date tonight? The date will be all three of us, and we don't have to witness embarrassing stunts." He saw a look of confusion come upon Nnoitra's face and thought, Great! He doesn't know what a date is. I guess I'm gonna have to explain that to Grimmjow later... Damn it, Cupid! You really suck!

Rukia smiled at the thought. She looked around herself, making sure Orihime wasn't in hearing range, and replied with a squeal, "I'm in. Where are we going?"

"What's a date?" came Nnoitra's voice.

Rukia slapped her forehead again and groaned. Who is this guy? she mentally asked.

"Where people hang out," Ichigo quickly informed. His eyes went back to the phone and he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

The girl thought about all of the possible restaurants. She considered the movies, but she thought that hollows might not be interested in human films. "How about that-" Rukia started.

"Hello!" jumped in Nnoitra. "I'm an Espada. People won't see me, meaning Kurosaki would be looking like an idiot with just you two." He smiled cleverly when Rukia and Ichigo groaned at the misthought. I swear I think I'm smarter than these two, thought Nnoitra.

"I'll call Urahara," said Rukia. "Send me pictures of the Espada."

"Won't he deny your request?" asked Ichigo. He knew what the other wanted to do: ask for gigais.

"I don't know. Only one way to find out," replied Rukia with a shrug.

Nnoitra groaned and cut in, "Why don't we do something on our own time? Like set up this 'date' ourselves." His eye narrowed at Ichigo.

"You're making me wonder who you really are," said Ichigo with a frown. He looked back at the phone and said, "I think Nnoitra's idea will go more smoothly. We'll still be in three, and the others won't try anything sneaky." Please, no more stripping, he mentally begged.

Rukia tapped her chin, then she answered, "Okay. Picnic in Hueco Mundo. See ya in an hour." She clicked the hang up button. Rukia knew that was a hasty decision, but she wanted to get back to Orihime. She didn't want to make herself look like some ditcher.

As Rukia prepared to tell Orihime about the date, Nnoitra and Ichigo looked at each other. They shrugged and agreed that the picnic in an hour would make great timing. Nnoitra went his separate way to get Nel, while Ichigo went back to Grimmjow's room.

Back in Olympus...

Cupid watched in amusement at the cloud he produced. The cloud acted like a large television set for him. He had witnessed all three love-free souls struggling with what to do.

"They figured out my challenge," said Cupid in an amused tone. He shook his head and remembered all of the tortures the three went through. Messing with souls is definitely fun, thought he as he continued to lounge on his pillows. He laughed when he heard Nnoitra punch his name with curses again.

Don't worry, you silly creatures, mused Cupid. You will all feel the love.

Hahaha! I hope you all liked that chapter.

I had fun writing this. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do this. :)