Warning: Mentions of sexual abuse. And lots of swearing. Oh and nakedness.
"And who the fuck are you?" Grimmjow's deep baritone growled making Ogichi burst out laughing and the Orange haired man in front of him scowl.
Suddenly Grimmjow's head was shoved downwards by his sister's hand, forcing him into a bow. "Your highness please forgive him he's jus-" Ichigo raised a hand cutting Nel off. A small smile pulling at the side of his lips when Grimmjow grumbled something about 'stupid Nel' and 'fucking let go of my head that hurts.'
"It's alright Nel." He assured and nodded for her to let her brother up. "I am Ichigo Kurosaki, First Prince of Soul Society. And you are Grimmjow correct?" Azure orbs glanced side ways at Ichigo as the warrior looked him over once more. His eyes lingering on the Prince's exposed chest.
"Yeah. Why are you shirtless? Doesn't seem very Princely to me,-aaugh-" Grimmjow's hand shot up to rub the spot on the back of his head where Nel had just hit him. "What was that for!?"
"Stop being an asshole in front of a Prince and the one who helped save your life!" Nel chided angrily.
Ichigo couldn't help but laugh at the siblings. They were much like himself and Shiro. It was nice to see that despite all they had been through that they were still able to be so care free like this.
"What you laughing at sunshine?" Ichigo was a taken aback by the strange nickname. It was clearly meant as a comment about his hair and that ticked the Prince off.
"You, and you're lucky that I am laughing. Talking to a Royal like that way is-" Ichigo cut himself off as he saw the light from both siblings eyes dull. "What I mean is, it's not proper to talk to a Royal like that. You're guests in my home. You should show some respect." Ichigo tried to undo the damage his tone and words had done but it didn't seem to be working.
"Yes, your highness. Understood." The two siblings voices were flat and emotionless. What had Aizen done to them. They seemed fine just a few moments ago. But as soon as it sounded like punishment was in order they changed completely. Was it fear? Had they been punished so much that the mere thought of it took away they're will to do anything but follow orders. If that was the cause how had they managed to get away? It must have been so hard to escape. To just think about running away probably took all the fight they had in them.
Everyone watched in silence as the siblings deflated, sadness written across all their faces. These poor people. It made them all want to help them as best they could.
"Nel?" Ogichi called tentatively, Rayne trotting up to her, licking her leg in an attempt to bring her back out of her own mind. Dull gray eyes glanced at the Hell hound pup but just starred. "Nel? It's okay. You're not in trouble." A white hand reached out to touch a green dress clad shoulder but it was stopped by a large tan one. Grimmjow gripped Ogichi's wrist with bruising force as dulled azure eyes glared bloody murder at the albino. There was a spark deep in those blue pools, and something rumbled in the man's chest. A deep throaty sound, almost like a growl.
"She didn't do anything. It was me. So punish me not her." Grimmjow's voice was low.
That's what it was, Ichigo thought. Protecting each other. That's where their will to escape came from. That's why they acted so lighthearted when they thought they could afford to do so. All they had was each other and they would be damned if they let the other surfer.
"No one is getting punished Grimmjow." Ogichi placed his other hand gently over the shacking one cutting off the circulation in his wrist. Gold pools were warm as the albino tried to calm the warrior and bring them both back to how they had been just moments ago. "Aizen isn't here. No one is going to hurt you. Unless you murder someone that is." He joked softly, hoping maybe that would snap them out of it. The grip on his wrist loosened and slowly fell away. Azure eyes where on the ground, Grimmjow's body still until he nudged Nel in the boob making her jump. Ogichi blinked.
Nel cupped her chest and glared at her brother. Some of the light was back in her eyes and Rayne took that as his cue to act all cute and cuddly again. He jumped into Nel's lap, yipping excitedly and licking her face. She didn't react much at first but soon she was giggling and gently pushing Rayne away, saying it tickles. Ogichi smiled at her. Once again Rayne had 'saved the day'.
Grimmjow watched his sister with the little hell hound pup. Was that the same one that carried them here? He wasn't sure but he didn't really care all that much. His sister was smiling and she was safe. That's all that mattered.
A light cough from Ichigo pulled everyone's attention to the orange haired shirtless Prince. "Retsu is there any reason for Grimmjow to stay here in the infirmary?"
"No, all his wounds are healed. He just needs rest now." Grumble. All eyes were back on Grimmjow again as he grinned sheepishly, a hand on his growling stomach. "And something to eat." Retsu added with a motherly smile. Everyone shared in a laugh before Ichigo instructed Toshiro to have some food and two rooms prepared for the sibling warriors. The white haired guard hurried off to complete his tasks and Retsu said her good byes as she left to see to her other duties.
"So we can stay." Nel's voice was hopeful but she was hugging Rayne close to her chest, the hell hound pup nuzzling her cheek.
"Yes Nel, you both can stay." He paused a moment. "For now at least. We'll still have to talk to me father about it. But I'm sure Shiro and I can convince him to let you stay here as long as you need. Our King is a kind one, I promise." Nel whispered a heartfelt thank you and nudged her brother in the side who grunted and 'tched', getting a pointed look from the green haired woman.
"Thanks." He grumbled, not looking at either Prince or his sister. Clearly that was the best they were going to get. Nel looked up at the two Princes apologetically, both just smiled at her and shrugged. The two siblings had been through a lot at the hands of Royalty so Ichigo felt he should back off a bit on demanding their respect. Though it was nice that Nel was truly thankful. Ogichi on the other hand didn't care much if Grimmjow thanked him or not.
"Ogichi, I think you should take Nel to get some new clothes. It'll be a little while before the food is ready." Ogichi nodded. Nel's green dress was almost falling off her. But she'd been so worried about her brother Ogichi thought it best not to mention it. Not that he wasn't fond of Nel's body. The opposite actually. She was gorgeous but now was not that time to ogle the warrior. "Grimmjow, if you come with me I'll take you to get some new clothes too. I think I have a lose robe that would fit you until we can get you something better. What do you say?" Grimmjow turned his blue gaze back to the Prince, his eyes once again lingering on the Prince's bear chest before he got to his feet. Ichigo took that as a yes. Leaving after Nel, Rayne and Ogichi the two men headed to the Prince's quarters.
Ichigo's quarters were huge! Grimmjow starred in awe at all the fancy gold accents that were on almost every object in the space. The walls where painted white with gold floral vines flowing from one wall to the next, uninterrupted. The crimson curtains hung from a golden rod, little golden tassels hanging from their ends. The dark wooden wardrobe had gold spiral handles and took up almost the entire wall on Grimmjow's left. Beside it was a gold full length mirror. Across from it on the opposite wall was the biggest bed Grimmjow had ever seen. It was covered in crimson and gold pillows; there had to be at least ten of them. The crimson silk sheets had a gold chest that looked like a lion crouched to pounce embroidered on it. The warrior assumed it was the Royal chest of Soul Society. On either side of the bed were two dark wooden tables with three drawers in each, again with gold spiral handles. On the wall behind him was a large bookshelf that really did take up the whole wall, well it actually stopped a few feet from the door they'd just come through. And finally in front of him under a large window was a long black couch. On it was a stack of books and a few other one's laid open next to it.
"You like?" Ichigo asked, his usual scowl was back in place but his brown eyes were filled with amusement. Grimmjow nodded, still amazed at how nice the room was. It even had it's on bathroom it looked like. "The room you're staying in will be much the same just smaller."
"Really?"
"Yes." Ichigo nodded and raised a brow when Grimmjow just starred at him. "Something wrong?"
"No. It's just a lot is all." Grimmjow admitted. That was understandable. He had just escaped from what sounded like hell to Ichigo.
"Take your time. I'll find that robe for you. You are okay with a robe right?" Grimmjow nodded and Ichigo left him to search his wardrobe for the robe he had in mind. The warrior watched his back as he dug through the ridiculous amount of clothing. Azure eyes scanned over every part of the Prince he could see. The Prince was tall; a little shorter than him, but still tall. And he was well built to, still thinner then Grimmjow's boarder form. He could see a few scars scattered here and there on the tanned back. He had seen a few on the man's chest earlier as well. He was a little surprised to see that the Prince had any scars at all. He'd never seen any on Aizen.
"Found it!" Ichigo cheered triumphantly, turning around to face the starring warrior, robe in hand. The prince had to hold it above his shoulder so that the silky navy blue fabric didn't touch the stone floor. Embroidered in white was an intricate floral pattern of chrysanthemums, the flowers started at the bottom of the left side and spread out over the font of the robe. "Were you starring at me the whole time?" Ichigo inquired, his brow scrunching together.
Grimmjow shrugged and grabbed the robe from the Prince. Placing it on the bed, the warrior started to remove what remained of his clothing; which consisted of only a torn pair of white pants. Ichigo blushed bright red and waved his hands back and forth in front of his face almost screaming. "Wha-What are you doing, I haven't left the room yet!"
"Huh? Why's that matter." Grimmjow asked, genuinely confused. "We're both men." He added but back in Heuco Mondo all the warriors male and female would change or be naked around each other almost every day. Sometimes Aizen even demanded that they report to him nude. Grimmjow shook that thought out of his head. He'd never liked when the bastard did that. He'd touch him in strange ways and did weird things to him. He didn't like any of it.
"Well yeah but. We just don't do that here." Ichigo insisted.
"Why not?"
"What?"
"Why not?"
"Um, because well. We just don't. That's something you only do in front of your lover." Ichigo tried to explain and failed miserably.
"Lover?" Grimmjow was even more confused now. 'What the fuck is a lover.' He thought, his brows pulling together in confusion.
Ichigo couldn't believe this. How could someone not know what a lover was at his age. He had to be at least twenty right? "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two. What does that have to do with anything?" Grimmjow growled. This was getting annoying.
Ichigo starred at the warrior still holding his pants up, having dropped his belt already. "How do you not know what a lover is?"
"Never even heard the fucking word before." Grimmjow grumbled, looking away from the Prince. Now he just felt stupid. Was it that weird that he didn't know it? "Whatever, I don't care." Grimmjow huffed and just dropped his pants, ignoring the wide eyed look on the Prince's face as he grabbed the robe and threw it on, tying the white sash around his waist. He'd only worn a robe a few times and he was pretty sure he'd put it on right. But Ichigo was shaking his head with his face in his hands muttering something. "What did I put it on wrong?"
Ichigo had seen everything, everything. The corded muscles on the man's thighs, firm buttocks, thick cock and heavy balls. Ichigo didn't know what to do with himself. He'd seen all that stuff before, he was a man after all but he'd never seen someone else's. Not even his brother's. Thank the gods for that. He's face was so red he was sure he looked like a strawberry. And what was worse was that he wasn't disgusted with it. Embarrassed sure. But he hadn't actually minded the sight of it. Even sort of liked it maybe? He wasn't sure. But that was weird right?
"Hey!" Grimmjow yelled, getting Ichigo's attention. "Wow, you're really red. Are you sick?" The warrior stepped towards the Prince, closing the space between them in a few long strides. "You feel hot too. A fever maybe?" Grimmjow mused, his forehead pressed against the other's, his eyes closed as he focused on reading the Prince's temperature.
"N-No, I'm fine it's just." Ichigo stuttered, pushing the larger male away from him. Grimmjow glared at him. 'What the fuck was that about.' He growled internally. "It's nothing, forgot about it."
"Tch, fine. Whatever." Grimmjow basically spat and the two fell into an awkward silence. Neither really looking at each other. "You gonna put a shirt on?" The warrior suddenly demanded, reminding Ichigo he was in fact still bare chested.
Not bothering with a response the Prince headed back to the wardrobe and slid into a lose white dress shirt. Nothing special just something casual. Grimmjow's azure eyes were watching him closely again, still lingering on his chest. "Why do you keep starring at me like that!" he demanded, annoyance clear in his voice.
"You're really bright." Grimmjow stated simply, as if that suddenly explained everything.
"What?"
"You. Are. Really. bright." Grimmjow punctuated each word, his temper flaring. This Prince was so annoying.
"And what is that supposed to mean? Are you making fun of my hair again?" Ichigo spat.
"What? Your hair? When the fuck have I made fun of your hair? I've never even commented on your hair!"
"You called me Sunshine!"
"Yeah cuz you're really fucking bright like the damn sun! What does that have to do with you're fucking hair!" Grimmjow roared, his large fists clenched at his sides as he resisted to urge to punch the Prince.
Ichigo breathed deeply and through gritted teeth asked. "If you're not talking about my hair then what do you mean when you say I'm really bright. Do I glow of something?"
"Yes. Everyone does! And you are really bright."
"Everyone glows?!"
"Yes!"
They were yelling again and Ichigo was getting really fed up with this nonsense. "I'm not glowing, what do you mean I'm glowing."
Grimmjow cracked his neck and glared bloody murder at the Prince. "You really can't see that?"
"See what?"
"The glow? You're really bright and orange, looking at your core is like looking at the sun it's so bright and it spreads out wider than even Aizen's did." Ichigo blinked. Was he seeing his magic energy. Was that even possible?
"You can see magic?"
"Um yeah I guess. It flares about and stuff whenever Nel uses magic so maybe." Grimmjow tilted his head thinking. He guessed that made sense. there was always little strands of light flowing around him and from within other things so maybe it was magic. Yeah, it had to be now that he thought about it. "Yeah I can see magic."
Browne eyes gazed at Grimmjow in astonishment. Seeing magic. That had to be the strangest thing he had ever heard. But the way Grimmjow described it it made sense. "So what does Aizen's look like then?" He was suddenly curious. He didn't know much about the King of Heuco Mondo but he had heard of his ridiculous amount of magic energy.
Grimmjow had to think for a moment. He always tried not to look at that bastard if he could help it. "Um, a bright purple, black at his core though and it spread really wide compared to everyone else. And it felt like death. I'm pretty sure your's spreads further out than he's does. Your's is warmer too. Protective. His and yours are really dense too." He rambled.
"What does Nel's look like." He was really curious now. It was interesting hearing what his magic looked like. Aizen's sounded unpleasant, that was to be expected though he guessed.
"Green...Like when the sun shines through spring leaves. Soft and gentle. It stays close to her but spreads out reaching for others when their hurt. It's dense too." Grimmjow smiled as he talked about it. He loved his sister and that warm green light was always a sight for sore eyes. That smile took Ichigo's breath away. It made the warrior look so serene.
"What. What about Shiro's?" Ichigo wanted to know. He'd always seen Ogichi's magic as nothing but evil, even if he didn't see his brother that way. He wanted to know what his magic really looked like. It had been a source of great pain for both of them.
"It's dark crimson mostly, and black at the edges. His core is a bright red though. It stays really close to him and if it gets near someone else it moves away really fast. Unless he's touching that hell hound. Then it flows between the two of them." He commented. Grimmjow hadn't even really talked to anyone about this stuff before. It was kind of nice and Ichigo seemed completely engrossed in what he was saying. He'd never been listened to so intently by anyone other than Nel before. He liked it.
"What's Rayne's look like." Grimmjow raised a brow in question. "That's the hell hound, pup and big. They're the same." Ichigo clarified.
"Core's black, but most of it is bright red and the edges are dark crimson. There's more black when he's big though. The puppy form had a really tiny black core and the rest was bright red." That surprised the Prince. He had figured that he would have had more black. Which seemed to be the colour for dark magic.
"So what do you think the colours mean?"
"Hum. Black feels like death and the lighter the colour the warmer and more pleasant it feels. So I kinda always figured darker colours where evil while light colours where good. If that makes sense." Ichigo nodded. It did. So basically black was the true colour of dark magic and the less black tinting a colour darker meant the person had less of an affinity for dark magic. "I always paid more attention the the colour of someone's core though. Dark core. Bad person. Light core. Good person. With Rayne though I don't get that feeling from him really. Like the bright red lessens the influence of the black core." Grimmjow continued, Ichigo hummed as he listened intently.
"Can you see your own?" Grimmjow blinked at that. He'd never really looked at his own core. Just his arms and he could see the bright blue aura there that tinted navy at the edges.
"Yeah. Don't see my own reflection to often though." A thought occurred to the warrior and he suddenly darted to the mirror. Taking a close look at himself he noted that his core was almost as bright as Ichigo's but still blue. But there was a strange black spot in the middle of his stomach. "What's this black spot."
Ichigo's eyes went wide. "What? Black spot? No I got rid of it all." The Prince ran to the warrior, placing his hand over where Grimmjow was pointing confusedly to.
"Got rid of what?"
"The dark magic."
"What?" Grimmjow looked at Ichigo liked he'd grown a second head.
"Oh right. You were asleep. While you rode Rayne here earlier, you had pulled some of his magic into you. It poisoned you and I used a spell to purify it. Let me know if the dark spot goes away okay?" Grimmjow nodded, a little taken aback by the new information but he was more curious about the warm light that started to glow from Ichigo's hand over the black spot. It felt nice but the spot stayed. "Well?" Ichigo prodded. He couldn't feel the dark magic anywhere but if Grimmjow was seeing it maybe it was just to small for him to feel. Grimmjow shook his head. "Shit." Ichigo cursed from his place knelt in front of Grimmjow, he's head really close to the larger man's abdomen. "Is it getting bigger?"
"No, it's not doing anything. It's just there. I can't really feel it either."
Giving up Ichigo stood and placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulders holding his gaze. "If it gets bigger you tell me right away okay?" Grimmjow nodded and Ichigo relaxed. If it wasn't getting bigger at least that meant the man wasn't in any danger at the moment. "About you pulling magic. You're still doing it. Are you aware of that?"
"Huh?" Grimmjow looked in the mirror again and sure enough little strands of orange magic where flowing into him and merging with his own light blue. "Oh, yeah. I can see it. It's flowing into my back. From you and the air I think." Wondering if maybe he could control it Grimmjow tried reaching out with his magic and pulling gently on one of the strands coming from Ichigo. At first he was able to pull the magic from the Prince easily but then it stopped. Confused he pulled harder. Ichigo groaned and stumbled forward. "Shit sorry, I was just curious if I could control it." Grimmjow apologized as he caught the Prince and released his magic's hold on the strands.
"It's okay. I felt a pull. It was strange so I pulled back." Ichigo explained. Righting himself he was suddenly very aware of how close his face was to the other male's. His face flushed and he stepped back suddenly, startling Grimmjow.
Both men stared at each other, hearts racing in their chests before Ichigo broke the awkward silence. "I think the foods probably ready now." Grimmjow nodded and the two men left the Prince's quarters, pushing aside the strange but pleasant feeling welling up inside them.
GrimmXD: Oh I really enjoyed writing this chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! If you did please comment. I really love hearing from my readers.
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