Yo! First off...｡(〃･ω･)ﾉ HappyBirthdayヽ(･ω･〃) TO GRIMMJOW! I shall forever love you! I was just waiting for today to update. It's my gift to him!
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Warning: Strong language, some OOCness, violence/gore.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be celebrating Grimm's birthday with some oh-so-earth shattering sex.
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Ichigo's eyes startled open as he stumbled to his feet, wearily taking in his surroundings. He relaxed a little when he noticed all the skyscrapers which filled the sky. The streaky white clouds remained motionless in the forever blue firmament. They matched perfectly with the ashy coloured structures that littered the place. The windows of the buildings reflected everything, not spare a hint as to what was on the inside. He never really bothered with finding out what they contained, but the Old Man told him once that every building represented a part of the amber haired male's life. They held his memories. Some were good, some were bad. The Old Man told him not too long ago before his arrest, that he should be careful of which window he peeped into; he might just find some unpleasant things that his mind blocked off.
The sound of two voices arguing caught his attention. Sighing, the mocha eyed male walked up the side of the building towards the roof. Yet again, the two inhabitants of his inner world were in fight. It didn't bother him too much; only when they fought physically rather than verbally, did it affected him. Whenever they clashed, they damaged the memory containers, which caused Ichigo to have fits because of the flood of images and sounds in his head. Doctors had never been able to understand the reason behind his sudden attacks and he wasn't about to tell them that the people living in his head were the cause of it. They'd think he was crazy. And he wasn't; just misunderstood as Shiro had so kindly put it.
Swinging his legs over the blacken railing; he made his way over to the two males bickering at one another. The Old Man was the first one to catch his attention. His 6'6" frame was concealed by his usual midnight black cloak with a torn white collar that flared about in the wind. He had unkempt facial hair, long ragged brown hair that flowed behind him. His steel grey eyes were hidden behind dark orange tinted sunglasses. Ichigo had never once seen the older male without them. They were practically a part of his face. His pale lips were pressed into a thin line as he regarded the younger fool before him. Only one of his large hands was exposed, gesturing towards the other skyscrapers.
In front of the Old Man was an identical copy of Ichigo, with the lone factor that he completely pale. His bleached white tresses fell the same way that as Ichigo's, length and everything. Their build was the same, as well as height. The only differences between were first their eyes, whilst the orangette had coffee coloured eyes, the other had yellow ones with an ebony sclera. Then it was their tongues, whereas normal people had pink to red tongues, the pale man had a blue one. Not only were they skin tones exact opposites with sun-kissed and bony white, it was their voice that gave the main dissimilarity. Ichigo had a smooth baritone; his copy had a hollow voice that dripped with dread. At the beginning, the ginger haired male was frightened half to death at the sound but as time when on, it became a calming hum in his mind.
"King!" The colourless male screamed.
Shiro threw himself at the said man, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, lifting him a little in the air. It didn't last long as they tumbled to the ground, embracing into another hug. Laughter erupted from both of them. Despite the fact that one lived within the other's head, it had been such a long time since they'd seen each other. Even when the albino looking male had been known to disappear for weeks at a time, they'd never been this excited to see the each other again. The Old Man grunted and mumbled something under his breath, turning his back on them and walked off to the far side of the roof leaving the duo to their own devices. Due to the fact that he got on with neither of them, he'd rather not get involved with their silly reunion. The dark haired male had spent enough time over the last fortnight with the pale fool and wasn't sure how he would be able to put up with his 'king' and his 'horse'.
"King you're finally here! Do you know how worried I was about you?" Shiro screeched, burying his face in the orangette's stomach.
"Worried? Why? You're the one who's been ignoring me. I even tried to contact Zangetsu and got nothing", Ichigo said gesturing to the man in black.
This caught Zangetsu attention, making him take a few steps back towards the pair. "What do you mean you tried to contact me? I haven't received anything since you entered this place. If you had, then I would have answered; just to get rid of this one", motioning to Shiro.
Pushing the white haired male off his body, the mocha eyed male stood up. "Zangetsu, I know the two of us aren't exactly on the best terms but I still rely on you and you on me. So you are still obligated to answer my calls and vice versa. Don't lie to me because this sure as hell wouldn't be the first time you've ignored me."
Narrowing his eyes, Zangetsu spoke through gritted teeth. "I do not know Ichigo, but neither of Shirosaki nor have I been able to speak with you."
"As much as I hate to agree with this bastard", Shiro piped up from his spot on the floor, feeling the tension brewing between them. "He's right. That night after you gave me the okay to your body is when our connection was severed. When I tried to take control, there was some sort of barrier that stopped me. I regrettably ask for the Old Bastard's help and even with all his power he couldn't do anything."
"When we realized that as two separate beings we were unable to do anything Ichigo, we tried as one but it was still effortless. So we've been trapped here waiting for you to come and give us some answers."
The amber haired male crossed his arms and sat back down. None of this was making any sense to him. They were all trying to get in touch with each other but couldn't. Something like that never happened to them before. Was there someone within the prison who knew of Shirosaki and Zangetsu? No, that was definitely not possible. But that didn't mean he could just dismiss the theory that may be probable. How would someone know then? That was information that the media didn't even have. Sure those two lived in his head but they were his accomplices. It wasn't like he could morph into them or even project their existence into the material world. Such things only happened with their abilities. Even the inverted eyed male couldn't accomplish that much. He only ever got as far as eyes, voice and tongue. Sure the aura around the two were complete opposite, nobody had ever been able to guess that it was someone else in control but―
Had someone seen his eyes change? When the orangette had been arrested, his was sure that eyes were their normal colour. He had grown out his bangs as an extra precaution. So that couldn't have been it. Was it even likely on his first day when he and Shiro ripped that man's arm out, that someone saw the eye change? But it was so quick. Still that didn't mean that someone would guess he had two people inside his head. If anyone did see then that person had sharp eyes.
Ichigo froze.
It couldn't be. Had that man known the whole time? He remembered that right before Renji had shown up to arrest him that man had turned up. But he was so sure that his orbs were normal. Did the man watch him kill 'Kaien Shiba'? If so, then why didn't he sense him? Everything was starting to fall into place, the reason in which that man had hired him in the first place. The man himself, or rather his boss as Ichigo was instructed to call him, had approached him so carelessly the first time a couple years ago and didn't bat an eyelash when the orangette attacked him. He never questioned it before. About the amount the boss knew about him. Like when he discovered his abilities. Nobody was supposed to know that. But the boss did.
A memory flashed into his mind.
The two of them stared at each other over the lieutenant's cadaver. An exchange of words, curses to be exact. The man's pretentious chortle as he dipped his fingers in the blood pooling at their feet. Behind him, his ever present shadow the woman in the black kimono. Her face was hidden by an otaku-styled bug mask. The man walked over to him, the woman as well. Not minding that the elegant attire trailed through the crimson liquid. The man sucked the blood off his fingers. The man then tapped the same fingers on the orangette's forehead and muttered a couple words. Paying to heed to what the man did, Ichigo slapped the hand away. They spoke again, much more civil than the last. Then the two were gone; leaving no trance that they were there in the first place.
"How did I not notice it before? I was too trusting of him", Ichigo muttered to himself.
But the known psychopath knew exactly why he trusted that man so much. That man knew exactly what to say to have the mocha eyed male in his grasp. And he fell for it; Hook, line and sinker. However, he refused to let Zangetsu and Shirosaki in on this fact. The albino looking male had disappeared after they killed 'Shiba', which was the only reason he didn't know. Zangetsu never paid any attention to them, which meant that the fact was still only his to bear. If they were to find out, chaos would be ensued. Even if he did tell the duo, then they may just understand why. But that couldn't be guaranteed and he wouldn't risk it. Both the inhabitants of his inner world were against getting arrested, so if they knew that their 'King' was being used and abused by some man that they couldn't even give a name to, they would automatically try and get him to leave. Ichigo wasn't ready to leave at all; he especially wasn't ready to leave Grimmjow.
Yet again the King froze.
He wasn't ready to leave Grimmjow? How could he even allow such a ridiculous thought to cross his mind? Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez meant nothing more to him than a good –most probably mind-blowing- fuck. So then why were certain organs in his body telling him otherwise? Inwardly chuckling to himself, Ichigo passed off everything he was feeling for nothing more than mere lust. After all, it had been a while since he slept with anybody.
"King is everything okay?" his copy asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Shiro, I need you to do something for me."
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Grimmjow sighed as he shifted around the fried rice on his plate. He couldn't stop thinking of what had happened in the showers with his orange haired desire. Not only had he been able to taste the man but he was also able to leave his claim on the orangette as well. However, his original intention was to only bite the brat, not leave his claw marks on the other's back. He hated to admit that he was slightly worried that he was losing control of himself. He hadn't allowed himself to morph in two years, not even partially. For it to have happened unconsciously was enough prove of how 'hungry' he was. He was an animal, a beast, a monster at heart and it was difficult to control his animalistic urges sometimes. Szayel had developed a serum that suppressed the 'itch'; the thirst to ruthlessly slaughter everything. But it was only temporary and had to be taken on a regular basis. It had been almost a month since the shut-call's last dose and it was by choice that he decided not to take another. Grimmjow believed that he was able to manage his hunger alone but after last night he wasn't completely sure. It seemed like Ichigo brought out the fiend in him again and couldn't lie and say he didn't enjoy it. Making a mental note, he needed to contact the pink haired scientist to send him another vial soon.
The bright side to the whole ordeal was that everyone would know that the kid was really his bitch now. It seemed like that guard from last night had told his subordinates who in return passed on the message to everyone else. There had been many who had had the nerve to shoot glares and envious looks at him but they couldn't touch him for shit. He was the damn shut-call. He practically ran the damn prison and he was pretty damn sure none of those bastards wanted to die just yet. However, being the boss of Las Noches wouldn't really matter anymore in the near future. He was going get out and wreck havoc on the world again. Just like the good old days. The one of the only real perks to leaving this place was that he was going to be escaping with his Ichigo and then together they'd take the world by storm.
The blue haired male snorted at his thoughts. God he sounded like some love-struck teenager as well as some old geezer reminiscing on the past. What a combination! Maybe living in a place filled with crazy people was finally doing him in. A laugh erupted from him at the notion. He was just as crazy as the other inmates were. Maybe even a bit more insane than all of them put together. That could be a reason that the brat was attracted to him. Wait…Was the brat even attracted to him? As far as he knew, the only reason the kid even bothered with him was because he needed the cyan eyed male's help getting out. Did that mean he was just being used? Not only for his abilities and influences but sex as well? Not that he was utterly against being used for sex. Hell, the kid could use him all he wanted, that way they'd both be benefiting from it. Sure he'd be benefiting from the escape as well but would they go their separate ways afterwards? Would they even see each other again apart from occasional news broadcast?
'Fuck! Why the fuck am I acting like some love-sick puppy?' Grimmjow snarled swiping his plate off the table. 'What the hell is that stupid brat doing to me? Where the hell is Kurosaki anyway? He didn't even show up for breakfast!'
"Um, Grimm? You okay?" Nnoitra asked cautiously.
The other Espada had been watching their boss's face twist from emotion to emotion, some they didn't even think he possessed and couldn't help but be a little worried about his mental state. They all knew that he wasn't exactly the most stable person but one would say that was where some of his appeal lay.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know, maybe because you suddenly changed from Pantera, the world's most feared man to Pantera, man of a thousand faces with your fucking bestselling face of some love-struck fool!" The stick-like man said. His voice dripped with sarcasm.
If the shut-call was any less of the man he was, he might have looked like a cat caught with the canary but he wasn't. So he remained impassive while he arched his eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Is there something bothering you Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra said placing his book down on the table. "It's rare for you to be in such deep thought."
"I agree with the fucking Emo Grimm. Does this have to do with that Tensa Zangetsu? I heard something this morning about you claiming him last night. Is that true?" The quinto Espada muttered.
"And if it is?"
Before the tall lanky male could respond, a man bustled through the doors to the dining hall and made his way over to their table. They all turned to face him, knowing exactly who he was because no other would so careless to approach their table. Zommari Rureaux, séptima Espada. Like the rest of the gang, his appearance made him stand out with his dark chocolate skin tone and stunning golden yellow eyes. He had a formable height of 6'5" which was stacked with muscle upon muscle. However, contrary to popular belief, he wasn't much of a hand to hand fighter and used his abilities to do it for him. That didn't mean that he couldn't pack a punch himself. The man's most eye-catching features were his pink bone-looking Mohawk and canine teeth necklace. He moved as fast as his long legs allowed to him until he was directly in front of the table. His breathing was hard as if he were just been running a marathon and his jumpsuit which always looked pristine was littered with dirt and blood. This immediately sent the rest of the Espada into what Nnoitra liked to call 'Battle Mode'.
"Zommari what is it?" Grimmjow asked, pulling himself up from the table.
"Grimmjow-sama, an inmate has gone wild in the courtyard. The guards have tried to stun him but the stun guns are not having any effect."
"Who is it?"
"I cannot say. He is surrounded by a large group who are trying to take him out themselves. The guards have contacted Aizen-san who is on his way here now."
"Where is that slimy bastard when he is needed the most?"
"He left this morning for a meeting with the Gotei 13."
"Alright, you go wake Starrk in case we need him. The rest of us will take care of this."
"Yes Grimmjow-sama", with a short bow, the dark skinned man turned on his heel and headed out the hall.
Swinging his legs over the bench, the shut-call jerked his head upwards giving his table the signal to follow him. Without the slightest hesitation, each stood either stretching their worn out bodies from lack of excitement or in just Ulquiorra's case, giving his head a curt shake and slipping his book into the jumpsuit. Running his fingers through his blue mane, the azure eyed male vaguely wondered whether or not he should get a haircut. He loved his hair long and so did Kurosaki, if the way he kept playing with it was an indication to go by. His thoughts drifted to whether or not the orangette was watching the fight. If he was then maybe after they could disappear to the bathroom again for some more fun.
"Seriously Grimmjow, I can't hack these fucking ridiculous expressions. First you're all 'I'm gonna fuck someone up' then you're 'He loves me, He loves me not. You can't! He loves me!'", Nnoitra said clasping his hands dramatically, looking hopefully up at the ceiling.
"Fuck off", Grimmjow grumbled, sticking his own hands into his pockets.
Whenever some sort of fight broke out in the courtyard, they would always take their time to get there or if they were already present, they'd only stop the conflict if someone was about to die. It was just an entertaining show to them. The Espada deserved that much. However, today was different. If the guards couldn't stop the guy with their stun guns, it was serious. All the guns had been specially designed so that they could take out Yammy, who was the largest person in Las Noches. And they had on countless occasions when his stupidity was at its peak. So if the stun guns were able to take out that giant in one hit, then imagine how deadly a single hit would be on someone way smaller than him. Absolutely no one would be able to stand a chance. Let alone live to tell the tale. And if Zommari, their second analyst after Szayel, said that this guy was a piece of work, then he sure as hell was. The man's judgement was never wrong. But Grimmjow couldn't help but ponder on who the person was. As far as he knew, there wasn't anyone who was that strong. Apart from his gang, they were the exception. Did a new inmate join them today? Or even during the night?
Kicking the door open, the Espada waltzed onto the smooth cemented ground of the quad. Immediately, they saw the large group huddled around the fence. Littered around the area, they noticed some of the smarter prisoners keeping their distance, tending to some of the injured. Their wounds were a lot worse than any of them envisioned. One had his stomach ripped open but luckily nothing had fallen out yet. There was another whose face was gritted down into the pavement. He was already dead from the looks of it, which explained why no one bothered to go near him. Ignoring the ones in need of help, they continued forward until they were a few feet from the group. Glancing down, Grimmjow saw a man with blond hair holding his broken wrist which had already started to turn purple.
"You." He said simply.
The man's eyes widened as he looked up at the shut-call. "Pantera-sama!"
"Who's the guy?"
"It's Tensa Zangetsu! He's lost his mind!"
The name made the blue haired male freeze. Kurosaki was behind this? Regardless of how much he wanted to fuck the brat and had even made him his bitch, this didn't mean that he could create chaos as a result. Giving Yammy a sideways look and nod, the décimo Espada slammed his knuckles together while a large grin spilt his face.
"CLEAR THE FUCKING WAY", he bellowed.
The noise of the crowd ceased instantly at the voice. Those who had been in Las Noches long enough knew that it was now the Espadas turn to deal with the situation. Like the Red Sea, they parted allowing the shut-call and his men to move through and none were stupid enough to even try and get in their way. All because they knew that Pantera would sick his guard dog Yammy on whoever did. Almost of the inmates were relieved to have them show up. They were glad that they were the ones who kept the place in check sometimes. Before the blue haired male had gotten arrested, there were up to two deaths daily and over twenty critical injuries. Aizen was close to bankruptcy and in debt to pay for all medical coverage. Despite how much the owner of Las Noches hated Grimmjow, he was in debt to him. Not only was the Aizen out of debt, he now possessed more money than the several Gotei 13 captains had together.
Once at the front of the mass, they saw him. His orange tresses were spiked up but some ends were dyed with blood. The same could be said about his usually white uniform. From what they could see of his skin, it was much paler than usual. The orangette was standing sideways with another man on his hands and knees vomiting out blood and whatever were left in his stomach. His dark hair was plastered to his face as sweat poured off his body. His clothing soaked up the liquid beneath him. The dark haired male panted harshly once the bodily fluids stopped coming out. His eyes filled with tears as he quietly pleaded with the man to stop. Tensa Zangetsu bent towards the fence and pulled something up that could only be recognized as one of the plastic knife from the dining hall. He handed it to the man and said something with caused the other to fall backwards. Reaching forwards, Tensa grabbed the other's hair and yanked him towards him as the orangette muttered in his ear. The other cried softly as he took the knife and levelled it with his eye.
Grimmjow understood what was happening and clicked his tongue at Ulquiorra who advanced in the direction of the duo. He stopped until he was right beside them and took hold of the man on the ground's hand. Giving him a stern gaze, the man let out a cry of joy and stumbled to his feet and made his way to the crowd where he collapsed, only to be caught by his fellow prisoners. The emerald eyed Espada turned his attention back to the orangette who was looking down, fists previously clutched now relaxed.
"Have you calmed down Kurosaki Ichigo?" Ulquiorra asked monotonously.
Silence was his only answer; his eyebrows quirked before returning to normal. The cuarto Espada didn't have a chance to react as the man disappeared from his sights for a second then reappearing at his side. As he was turning, a palm slammed into the side of his face, catching him completely off guard. His leafy eyes widened at the amount of sheer power behind the hand. His felt his legs leave the ground as his entire body was thrown against the other inmates. But they weren't enough to cushion his flight as those who caught him went colliding into the wall, leaving a very notable dent. Ulquiorra was frozen. What the hell was this man? Even Grimmjow didn't have that much power in just a simple push. His eyes opened and he foggily watched the man who attacked him bite his thumb.
The shut-call couldn't move. He was barely able to see the attack, if it could even be called that. He knew very well that Kurosaki wasn't normal but that was completely out of his league. His cerulean eyes wondered over to where his friend was embedded in the wall. Zommari and Starrk, who just appeared were extracting him carefully in case of any broken or dislocated bones. Blood splattered onto the ground when the raven haired male coughed. The dark skinned man unzipped the other's jumpsuit and lifted up his undershirt to reveal a reddish-purple wound over his ribs. Confusion adorned their faces as they tried to understand how a hit to the head made a rib puncture the lungs.
"The media gives you bastards too much credit! If the cuarto can't handle a simple push, then I'd love to see what the rest of you can do!" A hollow voice laughed.
The sapphire haired male turned his attention to the direction of the voice, only to be face with his amber haired desire. He wouldn't let it show on his face but on the inside he was mystified. He knew Kurosaki's voice very well. He'd taken the time to memorise it, so that his fantasies about the kid were accurate when he called out his name in that sinful voice. Unless the orangette became an impersonator over night then it sure as hell wasn't him. Plus the brat couldn't be that strong since he'd seen him fight before which didn't add up to this amount of strength. Sure he knew he was holding back, but was it even possible that he was holding back such power?
"Who the hell are you and where's the brat?" Grimmjow sneered as he took a couple steps towards the man.
"Oh? Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez? I should have known that you'd put two and two together." The voice said again.
"Answer my question then."
Turning to face the man, a slightly pale hand rose up which made the shut-call braced himself in case of an attack. The hand continued until it reached his ginger bangs and drew them back as to reveal his eyes. Grimmjow was lost for words at the sight. It wasn't Ichigo. One thing that he liked the most about the man was his large cinnamon eyes that were so interesting to watch due to the television of emotions that flooded in them. His eyes weren't that lifeless and cold. His eyes weren't filled with hatred and made anyone feel a sense of dread. Yet something about those inverted demonic eyes belonged to Kurosaki. Soon after, a deep blue tongue slipped out the man's mouth, licking over his lips that were covered with little droplets of blood. He chortled again, throwing his arms behind him as he spun around as if he were dancing.
"I am nobody. But King gave me the name Shirosaki; the White Blossom. King is the Black Blossom. Nice to me you", Shiro said giving him a mocking bow.
Grimmjow stared at man calling himself Shirosaki sceptically. "If you are who you say you are, then why are you in Ichigo's body?"
"Tsk tsk! I don't like how familiarly you call King's name. A pawn such as you should show him some respect."
Next thing Shiro knew, he was pressed against the fence while the shut-call had his hands wrapped around his throat. "I wouldn't hesitant to snap your fucking neck kid."
"It's not my neck bastard. It's King's. This is his body, so that means if you try to kill me then he dies instead. The two of us are sort of one and the same."
"And why would you live on then?"
"Like I said, I'm nobody. Meaning technically I don't exist, I shouldn't exist. But as long as King is alive and I will be reborn then I shall always find him. And I will always be with him."
"You little fucker! I'm not going to listen to any of this fucking bullshit that you're trying to feed me! Do you take me for a fool to believe such nonsense?" Grimmjow hissed.
"What if I told you" the yellow eyed male coughed. "That I know about the little fun you two had last night?"
Tightening his grip, "Everyone knows about it!"
"Oh really now? Do they know that you two didn't fuck? Or about the break out plan?"
Instantly, the shut-call let go of the man's neck and took a step back. Only the brat and he knew about all of that. He hadn't told the others because he wanted to go over everything with the kid first. So how did he know? Was he telling the truth about being one and the same?
"Anyway, if I had my way, I wouldn't have to deal with you fucking insane dumbasses. But King requested it and I will forever do as he says. So until then you'll have to deal with me partner for a little while."
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In Japanese, Shiro generally means "white". Saki means "blossom". So combined, it would mean "white blossom". At least that is what the internet tells me but then again, it can be unreliable.
Updates will be a bit slow because of some work I have to do. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Any errors let me know so I can change them.
Unitl next time! (*￣▽￣)ﾉ