So this is chapter 10! This story has taken on a life of its own and I've loved every minute of writing Mine and I hope that you've enjoyed reading it. I could probably keep this going forever but I feel there are only a couple of chapters left, as heavy as it makes my heart Mine is almost over. If you haven't read the two other stories I'm working on (Of Greek Gods and Mortal Men & The Ties That Bind) please take a look! I have a head full of ideas so a new story is coming very soon too! :D

Grimmjow watched as the crowd coming out of the school gates thinned and began to worry. Ichi was usually out by now. What could be holding him back? Grimmjow wandered into the school building hoping to find Ichigo in his classroom. Perhaps he'd got a detention? The blunette searched for an adult to ask for directions to the third year classrooms.

Zommari stopped dead, his heart hammered in his chest as he watched an all too familiar tuft of blue hair disappeared down the corridor and round the corner. He shifted Ichigo's weight on his shoulders and when he was sure the blunette was gone the teen made his way to his car and bundled his obsession onto the back seat before making his way back home with the biggest grin on his face. This was going so well.

Grimmjow finally found Ichigo's stupid ass classroom. Why the hell was this school like a freaking labyrinth? However his elation at having found the classroom was short lived as he found it empty. Fuck. Something was very, very wrong. Grimmjow had to find Ichigo and fast!

Zommari was ecstatic to finally be home, it took less time than he thought to take Ichigo from the car (he carried Ichigo princess style) and take him down to the bedroom in the basement. Zommari gently laid Ichigo down on the make shift bed of blankets and cushions spread out on the mattress on the basement floor, before sitting down next to the sleeping boy and watched his restful face. The dark skinned teen couldn't be happier, his love was finally where he belonged.

When Ichigo finally woke he was staring into the face of Zommari Leroux.

"You!" Ichigo snarled as he quickly sat up, instantly regretting it as his head spun, making him feel sick.

"I wouldn't move so quickly if I were you" Zommari reached out to touch Ichigo's fiery hair. A slight frown creased his brow as the other boy slapped his hand away.

"Don't you touch me! I want to go home, take me home right now!"

The dark skinned boy smiled. "My love, you are home. From now on you never have to leave I'll take care of your every need" Zommari glanced down at Ichigo's crotch and smiled.

The look didn't go unnoticed by Ichigo. "Che. Like I'll ever let you touch my cock, freak."

Zommari was angry now, he was not a freak, and without thinking he pulled back and punched Ichigo in the jaw. Instantly he regretted it, seeing the look of ferocity on Ichigo's face.

"I-I'm sorry my love I didn't mean to hurt you! Please forgive me!" Zommari reached forward to comfort the boy in front of him who was clutching at his jaw.

"Fuck you!" Ichigo flopped down on the mattress, facing away from the other boy. "I want to go home"

Ichigo would learn to love it here, they were meant to be together Ichigo just didn't realise it yet.

Night began to fall and Grimmjow had not stopped searching for his love, he'd resorted to stopping random passersby and asking if they'd seen him. No one had.

It was 4am when exhaustion began to overpower the adrenaline that had been pumping through his body with every beat of his heart.

With a tired body and a heavy heart Grimmjow trudged back to the house he shared with Ichigo, already planning tomorrow's search as he kicked off his shoes in the hallway. Without even thinking about it the blunette made a bee line for Ichigo's room, silently stripping down to his boxers before collapsing into the neatly made bed. Grimmjow curled up into a tight ball pulling the blankets over his head as he did so, completely enveloping himself in Ichigo's scent. Taking a deep breath Grimmjow fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

Ichigo, too, was having nightmares he missed Grimmjow like crazy and vowed that if he ever escaped he would tell Grimmjow that he loved him. For now he was sure that he loved Grimmjow with every fibre of his being and every piece of his heart.

Ichigo didn't know when he'd fallen asleep but now he was awake he sprung to his feet determined to find a way out. From where he stood there was only one door and one window, the door lead to the rest of the house and the window was too high up for him to reach. It was only just big enough for a small animal to fit through so even if Ichigo could reach it there was no way he could squeeze through it.

But even though he knew he couldn't reach and wouldn't fit he couldn't stop himself from wanting to try. Ichigo knew that he'd never forgive himself for not trying. The only problem with that plan being apart from his bed the room was completely empty and devoid of anything that could help him... unless... Ichigo grabbed the many pillows and cushions and threw them in a heap by the window. Next to join the pile were the blankets, it wasn't much of a pile but it was something. Ichigo climbed the small mound which brought him closer to the window than he thought. Perhaps if he jumped?

Ichigo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, nerves caused his palms to prickle uncomfortably and adrenaline made his breaths quick and shallow.

Eyes fixed on the window above his head, Ichigo jumped. Not close enough. Shit. Another try brought Ichigo closer but not close enough, and he began to panic, he had to try again he couldn't let himself give up yet!

This time when Ichigo jumped his fingers caught the narrow window ledge. Success! But Ichigo couldn't let himself get distracted who knew how long until Zommari came to check on him again? minutes? seconds? Ichigo could see daylight outside but just how early it was he had no idea. He really should invest in a watch.

Bringing both his feet up so the soles were flat against the wall Ichigo began to pull himself up so he was eye level with the thin plane of glass, maybe he'd fit after all? The teen shifted his weight so he was resting on one arm and had the other free to open the small portal. So focussed in the task at hand Ichigo didn't hear the footsteps approach the basement door, he didn't hear said door being unlocked or slowly opened. In fact Ichigo was completely unaware of Zommari's presence until his thick hand wrapped around his ankle and yanked him away from the window causing Ichigo to cry out in surprise and fall onto the mound of cushions and blankets that he'd made.

Ichigo felt all his hope for freedom fly out the inched open window, to be instantly replaced with despair. Ichigo wanted to cry but he would not show weakness in front of his kidnapper.

Zommari dragged Ichigo over to the now unmade bed by the ankle he still had hold of before throwing the younger teen onto the mattress. Fury and hurt burned in his eyes. How dare Ichigo try and escape? Zommari unbuckled his belt. "That was very naughty Ichigo. Naughty boys need to be punished."

Goodness! I really had to strain my brain for this ch. Things I wanted to happen didn't, and things happened that I didn't expect. O.O Will Grimmjow be able to rescue Ichigo? What was the punishment Ichigo got from Zommari? Will Ichigo try and escape again? I'll answer all of these questions in ch. 11 promise! Please review! The Ties That Bind is the next to be updated! :D