Chapter 11

This is the eleventh chapter of "You can't trap Love"

Hello~ I don't have school tomorrow, and neither should the rest of you free spirits, unless you have slave drivers for parents, or bastards and bitches for teachers! Nya~ JK XD

Sorry, I'm just really happy! I'm exhausted, because the amount of school and homework put together is getting' ridiculous! Y'all know how I feel, right?

Anyway, enough chitchat, let's get on with the story, nya?~

ENJOY!

Grimmjow sat lazily in a chair back at his royal campsite. Nnoitra, Gin and Ulquiorra also had luxurious tents to live in while the new castle was being constructed, but nowhere near the beauty of the blue haired king's domain. He lovingly stroked his princess's hair, who's head was cradled in his lap, and was still asleep. Her breathing was slow, but healthily safe. Her sword, along with his, were returned to their sheaths, and were currently prompted up by the doorway.

He truly loved the young princess, but he was well aware that she didn't truly return his affections. Oh well, he would make her see reason sooner or later. He loved her, and in time she would come to love him just as much. He grinned as one of his female servants timidly tiptoed in, bowed, set a bundle of black and navy blue silk at his feet, whispering, "H-here is the m-material y-you've ordered, G-Grimmjow-s-sama," and quickly scurried away.

He lowly chuckled at the short gown that he had pre-ordered for his lovely Ichigo, licking his lips, 'This's gonna be fun.'

Ichigo groaned as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her head was throbbing furiously against her head, making her vision a little blurry, and her reflexes slower than usual. She gently sat up, bring her knees around to balance herself, rubbing her head to sooth her headache, "Where… am I..?" A velvety tone that Ichigo heard one too many times rang out, oozing with confidence, "Yer here, wit' me, like you should be."

The orangette's head flashed up as she saw her worst foe laying next to her, his head cockily cradled in the crook of his arm, his cyan blue eyes looking up at her with confidence and lust. She was horrified to find herself dressed in a scandalously skimpy and revealing dress, sitting next to the tyrant, her heart freezing in mid-beat.

She tried to scramble off the bed, but found her legs chained to the feet of the bed by little classy glass chains. The orangette scowled harshly, "You… What are you doing this for!" Grimmjow grinned, as he slowly sat up, leaning in closer until there was barely half an inch between his face and Ichigo's, "'M doin' this all for you, Kitten." Those words didn't do anything to either flatter or reassure Ichigo at all, "You think… that by slaughtering hundreds of innocent people, murdering all my friends, taking away my parents, Renji and Shiro… that's all going to make me run to you? You're a monster!"

Those words felt like razor blades, stabbing into Grimmjow's heart. His eyes lost their gleaming confidence, and dulled into a regular blue as he sat upright and stood up, "Is tha' wha' you really think o' me?" Ichigo didn't think twice about her words, all the memories of all those children and elderly people, all dead in a puddle of their own blood crashing down upon her, "Yes! You're nothing but a monster who thinks that he can get anything he wants by force! You don't give a damn about what others feel! I hate you!"

Grimmjow's eyes snapped from their cloudy stupor, and misted over, as if he was in a trance. She hated him. He had expected her not to like him, but to actually hear from her very mouth, that she hated him, was just a little too much for the king to bare. He felt something warm and wet welling up in his eyes. He was crying. For the first time in his entire life, Grimmjow was crying, and over three measly words.

He managed to straighten himself, "Fine, 'm gonn leave fer a bit. Try calmin' down. Besides, ya'd see reason sooner o' later." Not waiting for a reply, he grabbed his sword, Pantera (sound familiar? ;) ) and dashed out of the tent, the folds of the entrance fluttering behind him. Ichigo's eyes burned with rage, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as she wrapped herself in the sheets and sobbed in the crooks of her arms.

She didn't know how long she had stayed in that position. Too soon did she feel a gentle hand tap her shoulder, "Ichigo..? Are you alright?" She peeked out of the sheets to see Toshiro, Shinji and Izuru standing there, worried and frightened expressions etched upon their faces. Izuru was dressed in a silk yukata of sterling silver and brilliant sky blue, a matching ribbon tying her hair.

Toshiro was adorned in a lovely midnight black and emerald green frilly and lacy Lolita dress, a black ribbon staining her pure white hair. Shinji was dressed in an extremely skinny dress that seemed to cling to her like a second skin, and although it was very pretty and revealing, it looked uncomfortable as well. Ichigo relaxed her aching body, her voice hoarse from all her screaming and sobbing, "Girls, what're you doing here? Are you all okay?"

Shinji smiled, while trying to adjust her dress to make it stop writhing up her long, lanky legs, "Yea, we're all fine, if not embarrassed. But, we're here to see if you were okay. Everyone could hear you screaming and crying. We would've come sooner, but we had to wait until all four bastards were gone." Ichigo didn't move, and her eyes were half-lidded, "Where'd they all go?" Toshiro shook her head, "They all just disappeared into the forest. They haven't come back yet."

Izuru placed a hand on her friend's forehead, "Are you alright, Ichigo? You seemed flushed." The orangette scowled tiredly, "I can't believe that bastard would think that I would even give him the time of day, after what he did to all the innocent people of Shunpo and Shikai, not to mention Karakura. And I still don't know what happened to my parents, Renji or Shiro."

All three of the 'former' Karakura princess's friends shared a tired smile, "It'll be alright, Ichi. We'll leave here, and everything will be fine. We'll find your parents, Renji and Shiro, restore Karakura kingdom, and we'll be back in our regular lives again." The orange haired vixen was touched by how hard her friends were trying to keep her spirit up and hopes alive, even though they didn't feel as confident as their words were.

She smiled, "Thanks, guys. I appreciate the comfort, but I don't think that we'll ever go back to our regular lives." Izuru smiled as she tucked her friend's head snugly onto a feathered pillow, Toshiro stretching Ichigo's curled up body out to relax, and Shinji pulling the quilts over her, "Good night, Ichigo. See you in the morning." With one last smile and a goodbye from the former princess, the three girls left the enormous tent, to return to their own before their 'owners' returned.

Ichigo yawned as her vision began to blotch with black, 'I can't believe that bastard's nerve.' Her thoughts then turned shallow and mellow, 'Mom, Dad, Renji, Shiro, I swear I'll find you all. And when I do…" Her hand clenched the sheets, nearly tearing them with the pressure applied, 'I'll make him pay, and pay dearly.'

Grimmjow came back when the moon was high in the sky, and all his servants and soldiers were asleep in their tent(s). He slipped into the tent, to find Ichigo fast asleep, curled up just like an innocent child, her hair overlapping her closed eyelids, and the straps of her dress falling off her shoulders. He tossed his sheathed sword onto the ground and made his way over to the enormous bed. He gently ran his fingers through Ichigo's hair, and smiled when instead of cringing away like she would have done if she was awake, she unconsciously smiled and leaned into the source of warmth.

The blue haired tyrant didn't want his young strawberry to feel this way, but if it was the only way for her to learn to love him as much as he did her, so be it. He changed from all his fancy robes into a simple shirt and pants made from warm cotton and laid down beside his Ichigo, wrapping his arms around his frame, pulling her closer to her. Ichigo snuggled closer to the larger source of warmth, making Grimmjow grin, 'I' only she did tha' when she was awake.'

With that one last wish, his own cyan blue eyes closed and Grimmjow fell asleep, while holding what he hoped would be his future bride.

That's chapter 11. It's a bit short, but don't worry, Chapter 12 will be longer (I think)

Do you think I should write about the detail of the side relationships?

If so, PLEASE REVIEW! ~~~~~~~~~~~ XD