I'm not going to lie, I like to procrastinate...sorry about the late post. Forgive me. (T-T) (Chapter not beta'd)
Grimmjow squeezed her neck harder in annoyance. He was mad, no, scratch that, he was fucking livid. For once he would like to come home, jump in bed with his woman and go to sleep satisfied. That's what he had in mind. But things seemed to be pissing him the hell off today. He managed to release some stress on that damned hollow and he's willing to release some more when he suffocates this fucking troll to death.
"Where's Inoue?" He asked hoarsely. He was too tired of this shit. A part of him wanted to hurry up and kill this woman but there's still that side of him that cared for her in a sick demoralizing way. Nel nearly caught him off guard when the look of hurt plastered on her face. The way he intimately say that woman's name made her heart clench. He wasn't hers anymore and that made her a bit depressed. "Why worry about that girl when you have a real woman beneath you, kitty." The hand that was around the king's neck slid down to his chest and torso. She moaned as the muscles clenched when he stiffened in disgust. Her fingers lightly played with the blue fine hairs on his navel before dipping lower. With his free hand, Grimmjow quickly grabbed her lecherous hand and pulled it away from him. "Don't fucking touch me!" He spat vehemently.
"Why not? You used to love my touch."
"Not anymore, Neliel." Grimmjow released the girl and rolled off the bed. He raked lean fingers through his messy blue hair and let out a quiet sigh. He wanted to kill this girl so badly but he knew that she would put up a fight. The last thing he wanted is the palace to be on alert and Starkk barking out insults at him saying stuff from "keeping your dick in your pants" to "you don't know how to pick 'em". "If you won't tell me where she is then get out." He bit out.
Nel crawled on the bed towards her prey. She slowly stood on her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You remember your promise to Aizen? The plan was to rule the great kingdom using your power to wage war against the Elders. You and Aizen will be unstoppable ruling side by side." She traced corded muscles around his shoulders. "But, like a scared little kitten, you run off with that purple haired bitch and kissed ass just to get to where you are now. I tried reasoning with you, Grimmjow, really I did. But I couldn't do it. I—" Grimmjow effortlessly knocked her on the side of her face sending her flying across the room. Nel rolled a few times before catching herself. She held the side of her face in shock. Did he just…?
"Sorry, didn't mean to hit you too hard. Couldn't control myself I guess." He stalked toward her like a vampire seeking his prey. "First off, I ain't a pussy…."
Nel tried getting up before the menacing king reached her. "Second, you couldn't come with me because you were already fucking the bastard. You were already attached to him. I was stupid enough to trust you. He sent you to me as part of his twisted plan. He wanted this to happen." He growled to himself. Grimmjow reached her in time, grabbing her sea green hair and effortlessly picked her up so that their eyes can meet. "Third, Aizen don't give a shit about anyone. This shit 'bout 'ruling side by side' is another one of his fucking lies. You should know that more than me."
Nel struggled against him trying to get the king to let go of her hair. "I don't know what you're talking about." She gasped. "The three years of torturing, that was you wasn't it Nel?" Grimmjow could still remember the hot dungeon beneath the dark king's castle. He was told that he was being punished for disobeying his king. This confused the male. It was after he successfully conquered the kingdom of light and after telling Nel that he planned to leave Aizen. He realized it was the woman that betrayed him. He didn't tell a soul other than her. She couldn't have just one powerful being, she wanted both and the only way she could do that is to stab him in the fucking back. "I don't know what you're talking abo—" Grimmjow flung her to the ground with ease. Nel cried out in pain and regardless how she felt she continued to struggle against his iron grip. She looked up to see his signature smirk plastered on his face.
"Don't fucking lie to me Nel, you know how much I hate liars." He said as he pulled her back up again. She remained quiet. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "I see." His question had already been answered. He dropped her letting go if her long tresses but not before dodging an attack he knew was coming.
She stood, frowning. She stood there with her hair in disarray and her slumped form in the darkness of the room. "And I tried the easy way, seducing you to come back. You could've just said no."
"Where is she?" He said ignoring her comment.
"Who?" Nel batted her eyes innocently at the king. She loved getting under his skin. Even after he almost beat the shit out of her. It was only a matter of time before he explodes in strength and in power. She licked her lips. Mmm, she misses that, she would love to see that again.
She circled her target while looking at expensive artifacts and intriguing artwork on the walls of his excessive bedroom. "Nice stuff you got here. Is this what the elders bribed you with?" She stopped in front of him cocking her head to the side as he glared at her in silence. She took in his appearance and nearly purred in delight. He wore nothing but hakamas that hung low on his waist showing the sculpted "v" that disappeared within them. His abs and muscles flexed angrily under his pale skin and his blue riotous hair grew a bit since she last saw him. Azure eyes glowing dangerously in the darkness whenever she made a move closer to him.
"It's never too late to come back. We could be together again."
"Don't let me ask you again, Neliel." A growl. That is all what Nel heard. She stepped back in slight fear. She originally came here to kill the girl but fortunately for her, she wasn't in bed. In fact, Aizen doesn't even know she was here. This was all on impulse, a need to get rid of a girl that'll soon be in Grimmjow's life….permanently. She wondered curiously how the sky king felt about the girl. She stuck her nose up in the air in defiance and murmured, "I killed her."
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Orihime smiled happily as she turned slowly, admiring her dress in the mirror. "This is it. This is the dress." She said. She still couldn't believe she's marrying the blue haired bastard in three days. Although they knew each other for almost a year now, she felt like she was ready to take the next step. She still believed that she needed more time before getting married but the recent squabbles within the kingdom and the major Aizen threat they had prior made the elders insist that they hurry and tie the knot. After their honeymoon, Grimmjow would be gone most of the time plotting his plan to overtake the dark kingdom. He needed Commander Starkk by his side and that leaves Orihime to be the active monarch of the sky kingdom.
She gulped. She don't think that she's ready to rule again, especially a kingdom as large as this one. She remembered Grimmjow stressing over paperwork of the kingdom, nearly passing out in boredom and she didn't think she was ready to give up her freedom yet. It was so bad, it was easier for him to ignore her for a period of time. Would she be ignoring people too? Orihime faced the mirror completely. She lightly touched the soft fabric of the white dress and sighed. It's only been a few minutes and her mood dropped from ecstatic to gloomy in an instant. The dress was still breathtaking. It was a mermaid dress that hugged her curves perfectly. At mid-thigh it flares out into gorgeous laces and enchanting fabrics. The train is gloriously long just like the crystal detail of the handmade veil.
She heard a low whistle and quickly turned around to see Urahara gawking at her. She blinked. "Urahara?" Orihime cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What are you doing here?" He continued to gawk as she approached him. He removed his hat to thoroughly assess her body. "Grimmjow doesn't deserve this." He muttered.
Orihime paused. "You like it? Unohana picked it out for me." She modeled for him.
"Beautiful." He murmured. 'Good job, Unohana'. He never thought the uptight woman has exquisite taste when it comes to clothing.
"What?"
"I said you're beautiful, Inoue, oh, I mean, Queen Inoue." He smiled bowing low. Although, his weird behavior was comical, he was still speaking the truth. Orihime blushed. "Thank you." She murmured.
"It's way better than wearing that traditional Japanese ceremonial dress."
"Really? I'd prefer wearing it than this. Grimmjow is old fashioned. He'll like my ceremonial dress more than this one."
"That's because it's easier for him to remove it."
Orihime gave him an incredulous look. Urahara shrugged. "Don't give him the benefit of the doubt. He's still the man that conquered your lands." Urahara explained. Orihime frowned. "I told you not to mention that to me anymore. I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work."
Urahara smiled at her sudden change of mood. "Nervous aren't we?"
"Not nervous, worried."
The man placed his hat back on his head and stuck his hands inside the sleeves of his haori. "I don't blame you. You are marrying the man who destroyed your kingdom and I'm guessing he knows about your secret already. Don't you think that you're a little too trusting?"
Orihime played with the fabric of her veil. She met Grimmjow before. It was during the invasion of her kingdom. Orihime had entered her throne room to find the commander of the dark army sitting on her throne, mocking her, confusing her, somehow giving her hope. But the conversation they had within that room changes the perspective of what they once believed. But one thing he did still astonished her to this day. He let her live. She knew Aizen wanted her dead, but she lived. All because of that man. She never told anyone what had happened. It wasn't necessary. Not even Yoruichi knows. "No, he's different. I can feel it."
"Did you know he was 'the one' when he had his talented fingers inside of you?~" Urahara made a lewd gesture with his fingers. Orihime rushed towards the perverted man and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Shh! Not so loud! Tatsuki's here and no that did not happen!" She whispered furiously. Her voice rises a note higher in panic.
Urahara pried her hand away from his mouth and smiled. "That's not what her highness said."
Orihime grunted. That woman! "Where's Yoruichi?"
Urahara frowned. Orihime usually address Yoruichi formally. He guessed that she's finally accepted her fate to becoming a queen again. "Sorry, Unohana insist that I start speaking like a queen. I'll be running this country alongside with Grimmjow in a few days."
Urahara smiled. "And you'll be playing hide n seek in bed in almost a week!" He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. Orihime blushed profusely. "Y-yeah, that too." She completely forgot. Grimmjow is just about ready to "wreak havoc on her body" so he says.
"Here it is!" Tatsuki emerged from the closet with a large jewel encrusted crown. Orihime's eyes bugged out in shock. "I'm not wearing that. I-It's huge! Even my old crown wasn't even that big."
Tatsuki placed the crown on the table. She placed both hands on her hips and grunted. "Well duh, you weren't the queen of a great kingdom. Besides, you'll be wearing that during the reception." She explained. She eyed the commander of the star kingdom. "What's he doing here?"
"It's a pleasure to see you too, little one."
Tatsuki crossed her arms, irritated. "I'm not little." She turned to her friend who was now fidgeting before her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing really, it's just that sneaking around is not my forte." Orhime had to sneak off so that she can have her measurements finalized for the wedding dress. She couldn't tell Grimmjow about her whereabouts because she wanted to surprise him on their wedding day. "I really feel bad for leaving Grimmjow. I'm usually in bed whenever he's done with whatever he's doing."
Urahara wiggled his eyebrows again. Orihime ignored him. She removed her veil and handed the crystal fabric to Tatsuki. "He must be really pissed right now."
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Grimmjow was beyond pissed right now. After about an hour of reckless fighting, the bitch managed to stay alive and because of that, he was quite disappointed in himself. They now stood in the grand courtroom. His guards surrounded them but never interfered. When the king fights, nobody butts in. Minor cuts and dark bruises decorated his hard body, his opponent is no better. She had an old sword going through her right shoulder. Grimmjow caught her off guard by ripping an artifact off the wall and shoving it into her.
"Y-you have gotten better Grimmjow." Nel winced as she pulled the weapon from her shoulder. Ignoring the aches of his muscles, he crossed his arms. "And you, Nel, have gotten more stupid." He then ordered his men to leave never leaving his eyes from the wounded woman. "You gotta learn how to move on woman. We used to fuck, get over it." He said.
"I won't be "over it" until I know that she's dead. You may not care but I enjoy watching you sink in sorrow and loneliness."
"I'm sure you do." A memory when he was in the cold dungeon flashed through his mind. "You're jealous."
Neliel straightened herself still holding on to her wounded arm. "Yeah, I am. Maybe a little upset. I thought you loved me."
"I was incapable to love back then."
His answer brought a frown upon her face. "What about now?"
Grimmjow remained silent.
"Ah, I see. That bitch got to you."
"Leave, Nel, and never comeback. I could finish you now, but the last thing I need is Aizen giving me another surprise visit."
"Kill me. He wouldn't care. I'm just—"
"His slut. And guess what? You were mine also." Golden eyes widened in shock. "You'll continue to be a slut until you realize that you are being used. Aizen is using you to get to my head and I used you to give me head." He explained tiredly. He yawned loudly not caring the surprised look on her face. This was getting pretty boring.
"Then I don't plan on leaving you alone." He watched as Nel picked up the old sword and rushed towards him. He knew he couldn't avoid it, so he did the next best thing. He caught it with his hand before she did the final blow. The king smiled maniacally. His eyes burned with rage and excitement. "You're fucking pissed aren't you? Doesn't feel right when the table is turned." Blood dripped down along the old sword from his hand. A smug formed on the king's face. He moved quickly surprising the woman as he flipped her around and held the sword to her neck. "Maybe I will kill you." He grunted against her ear. Neliel struggled as she tried to keep the weapon from piercing her neck.
"Grimmjow!"
The king looked up to his woman gaping at him. "Grimmjow, let her go!"
"Fuck, she's alive." He mumbled. He glared at the 'slut' he was holding. "I told you I hate liars Neliel."
The woman struggled against him. "I'm not afraid of you." She mumbled.
Grimmjow looked back up at Inoue and said, "I'll let her go after I decapitate her head."
Orihime frowned. "No, if you do, he'll be back. Just let her go." Orhime just arrived back at the palace in time to see Grimmjow holding a large weapon on the woman who once shared a bed with him. She didn't like it when he's like this, it wasn't right.
"I guess you're realizing now why I chose her over you." He released her keeping the sword pointing at her. "Get the fuck out." He growled.
Nel huffed. "I'll be back."
Grimmjow snorted. "I highly doubt it."
Neliel eyed the couple. She wasn't sure how Grimmjow end up with a woman like that. She's weak and plain. Nel straightened. "One question..."
Grimmjow glared at the woman. "Are you using her like how you once used me?" With that, she disappeared.
Orihime let out an exasperated breath. "Glad that's over. What does she mean by—mmph!" Grimmjow had kissed her abruptly. He held her jaw lifting her head and diving for her lips as if he needed to do so to survive. Orihime whimpered as he licked the roof of her mouth. He pulled away angrily. "Where the fuck were you?"
"I, uh, I…" Orihime couldn't think. His kiss was quite sudden and hot.
"She was with me." Kisuke lingered into the room along with Tatsuki and Starkk. Grimmjow glared at all of them. "Doing what?"
"Preparations for the wedding. No need to fuss over it, my lord." Urahara explained light heartedly. Grimmjow glared at the man and let it slide. It was a good thing she wasn't there. Nel would have gotten to her first and by now he would have went on a rampage of revenge. He abruptly raked his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back again. Orihime placed her hands on his bare chest. "Wait—mmpf!" Grimmjow didn't give her time to respond. He was fucking glad she was alive.
Commander Starkk stepped forward and cleared his throat. Grimmjow pulled away from the dazed girl for a moment. "What?" He hissed. "Neliel. What do you want me to do with her?"
In reality, Grimmjow doesn't give a shit about the woman anymore. She was going to receive her punishment when she gets back to Aizen.
"Make sure she's off my territory. I want the perimeter of my lands secure. This wedding is happening. Once I'm done with this one, I'll be coming after Aizen, that son of a bitch." He said. What the king didn't understand is why now he's deciding to cause problems. He was dormant for quite some time but ever since Orihime stepped foot on her kingdom, Aizen was on the move once again. But for what? And why? And since when she speaks to Aizen so casually. As if he wasn't intent on killing her. There's a lot more secrets Orihime was keeping and he tend to get it out of her one way or another.
"Let's go." Grimmjow tugged the girl along with him.
"B-but, you're hurt and dirty." She said after him. She didn't miss the gleam in his eyes. "Then, why don't we get myself clean. Tatsuki, prepare the bath." He said over his shoulder. Orihime gulped. She didn't miss the word 'we' in his suggestion.
A/N: Hope you like it!~
~Puppylove11105
