Chapter 12

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

Hello, this is my twelfth chapter, and sorry to say, but I'm starting to get bored of this sotry. But don't worry, I won't abandon it. I'm going to finish it and move onto another story.

Don't worry, I always complete my stories, unlike several writers I know who don't and keep their readers dying for more! SO CRUEL!

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

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*Grimmjow's Dream Sequence*

He was exhausted, not physically, it would take forever for that to happen, but mentally exhausted. He had just come back from one of the two most boring meetings in his entire life. Those old men of the Hueco Mundo High Council must've fallen in love with their own voices, droning on and on about who-gives-a-shit.

The blue haired tyrant entered his bedroom, but didn't see his beloved. He looked in their private study: not there. Then the private living room: notta. Finally, he entered the enormous marble crafted bathroom, to find his beautiful Ichigo taking a bath, sitting on the rim of the bathtub, her back towards him, giving the blue haired tyrant a magnificent view of fields of sunkissed skin.

Grinning wider than ever, the king of Hueco Mundo took off his own clothing, and slipped a towel around his waist. He then snuck up his wife and wrapped his arms round her, startling her. She flashed around, ready to defend herself, but relaxed when she realized it was only her husband, "Oh, you scared me, Grimmy." The blue haired tyrant chuckled deeply as he slipped into the relaxing hot water, resting his head in his beautiful wife's ample lap, "Those ole' men don' know when ta shaddup. Sheesh."

He sighed as Ichigo rubbed his scalp, scrubbing down his sky blue hair, "Don't tell me that my Grimmy can't take a single meeting with old farts, hm?" The blue haired king pouted like a little child, "They're jus' bein' fucktards is all." Ichigo giggled and rinsed out all the suds out of her husband's hair, letting it innocently trickle down her lap and chest, and her hair and face was already splattered with water.

She squeaked when her husband shot up, and grabbed her, dragging her into the water. Popping back up, she scowled, "Grimmjow..! What was tha…" She was cut off when her blue haired hubby crashed his lips upon hers, a blush appearing on her cheeks, when one of his hands traced her thighs, while the other groped her ass.

As they parted, a string of saliva still attaching their lips, he began to attack her neck, making her groan, "G-Grimm… what a-are you..?" He murmured, "'M makin' ya all mine."

He began to place butterfly kisses all along his queen's neck and began to work his way down, occasionally leaving a hicky behind, enjoying her breathy moans of pleasure as he fooled around and played with her 36-B cup breasts.

He was heading even lower, when…

*End Dream Sequence*

Grimmjow jolted awake, his frame wracked with sweat, and a major boner bothering him. The tent in the sheets was obvious. Grunting with slight protest, the blue haired king got out of the warm bed, and headed into the outhouse attached to his tent to get rid of his "little problem."

Not too long after he left, Ichigo began to stir from her sleep, sitting up and stretching all the kinks in her body, feeling oddly refreshed from the events from yesterday. She gently pulled her fingers through her hair, struggling to get all the knots and tangles out, grunting with effort from here and there. She was so concentrated with her task that she didn't notice that Grimmjow had come back in, and was watching her with amusement, "Ya know, ya might wanna try a hairbrush?" He held one made of rich cherry-wood, simple yet tasteful designs painted on with gold out to her.

Ichigo huffed, but took the brush anyway, gently running it through her hair until it was smooth like orange silk. Smiling to herself, Ichigo set the brush down and stood up, taking a nice breath of fresh air, still dressed in her skimpy gown from yesterday.

Grimmjow had to restrain himself from jumping the girl. She looked so innocent, and he wanted nothing more than to claim her right then and there. He could easily rape her, he had more than enough power to do that, but that burst of pleasure would kill off any chance of him winning Ichigo's affections.

Instead, he decided to lay low, but just for the day. He tossed the orangette a bundle of clothing, "Here, put this on. Not that ya look fuckin' sexy in tha' ,but wear somethin' decent durin' the day." Ichigo scowled, a fierce blush adorning her cheeks, "T-thanks…" She then hastily walked into the bathroom, to change. The blue haired king was hoping that she would forget her shyness for just moment and change in front of him. When she was unconscious yesterday after the battle with Shikai, he made the harsh decision of ordering several female servants to change Ichigo's clothing.

Ichigo returned, dressed in a simple riding dress made from a beautiful sapphire blue velvet, embroidered with white lace, her own brown riding boots suiting the dress perfectly. Grimmjow, already dressed in his morning attire, grinned widely, "Looks nice on ya, Ichi." The orangette scowled that fierce expression of unforgiveness, "You don't have the authority to call me that. Only my friends are allowed to call me that, and you're far from that position."

The blue haired tyrant seemed to ignore that comment, "Yea, whatever, Ichi. C'mon, I've a surprise fer ya." The orangette was hesitant, but followed the man out none-the-less. The sun was beginning to creep higher into the sky, so Ichigo estimated that it was about 9 to 10 in the late morning.

She looked around, to find the campsite extremely depressing. All of the servants were like mice, creeping around, afraid of their own shadows. When Grimmjow passed them, they would drop whatever they were doing, and bowed, saying in a monotone voice, "Good morning, King Jaegerjaquez." Ichigo was appalled by just how much fear Grimmjow had drilled into the hearts of the people who served under him. Back at Karakura, all the servants were very lively, and everyone was well fed and treated with the respect that they deserved.

Here, all the servants looked like they were made from twigs, with twig limbs stuck onto their candlewick bodies, enormous bags under their eyes from the lack of proper food and treatment. She even spotted scars marring their skins, some still fresh and beginning to scab over. It all made her sick, and she hated the man who caused all this misery and poverty.

Grimmjow led her to another extravagant tent, and as she stepped in, she gasped to see rows and rows of horses. Ichigo absolutely loved to go horseback riding, and seeing all these horses with different spirits, made her eyes sparkle like brown opal.

She smiled, gently stroking the neck of a proud black stallion, with a white lightning birthmark on his forehead, "He's so beautiful. And his spirit is so wild." Grimmjow grinned, happy that he managed to see his Ichigo smile so warmly for the first time he's met her, "Wanna go fer a ride?" Ichigo's smile lessened, but stiffly nodded, "Sure." The blue haired tyrant motions to one of the men, who was so quiet that Ichigo didn't even notice him.

The servant timidly pulled an expertly crafted leather saddle, staggering under the weight of it. Ichigo ran over and took the saddle, smiling at the shocked expression on the man's face, "It's okay, I'll take it. Go ahead and rest up. You look like you haven't slept in three days." The man didn't reply, but bowed respectfully, and ducted out of the stable tent, his head bowed.

Grimmjow scowled, and grabbed Ichigo's wrist, "Why'd you do tha'? It's tha' slave's job ta saddle up the horses fer you." Ichigo returned the fierce look with one of her own, "That man looked like he was about to collapse from the weight of the saddle. Where I come from, we help those in need, royal, servant, commoner or slave." She yanked her wrist free, and gently placed the saddle upon the horse's back, it fitting snugly upon the proud stallion's back as Ichigo firmly belted it on.

Stepping and heaving herself onto the saddle, Ichigo snapped the reigns, and with a wild neigh, the wild stallion lunged forward and dashed out the tent, racing through the campsite. As she race for the forest, she called a mischievous, "Catch me if you can, Grimm-kitty," over her shoulder for the entire camp to hear as she disappeared.

Grimmjow was shocked at what just happened, but let an insane grin appear on his face, 'If tha's how she wants ta play, fine.' He threw a saddle onto his usual horse, a fiery Karakair stallion, a blackish brown color, with white spots up its left back leg, heaved up and over, and snapped his reigns, charging after his princess.


Ichigo wasn't playing though, as she raced through the forest upon the stallion. She was heading for a safer haven, where she could reside for the time being, until Grimmjow gave up on her, and then she'll go back for her friends.

The orangette steered her horse towards the path that led right in the fork in the road and continued to ride. They came to a beautiful, roaring waterfall, the mist gathering at the bottom, keeping the area nice and cool. She leapt off, and led her horse to the side of the running stream, catching all the water the fall provided, watching as the handsome horse refreshed himself, while stroking his neck, "You're a beautiful horse, aren't you? If you were human, you'd probably outshine me enough to get that bastard's eyes off of me."

Sighing, the orange haired vixen plopped down on the riverbank, watching the stream run along, and unconsciously began picking the beautiful flowers which grew along the bank, and began to make garlands out of them, a habit she got into when she was young girl, when she was angry and needed something to console her.

A pile of four garlands piled beside her, and her fingers were already fiddling with the fifth one, when a pair of hands covered her eyes, making her gasp and ready to fight. A laugh that was similar to the sound of the weeping willow branches dancing in the spring breeze rang out, a giggle that suited her friend Toshiro perfectly. She turned to see just her, Izuru and Shinji, all standing there, a hand on the reigns of their own horses, each a beautiful mare.

Ichigo smiled, "Toshiro! Izuru! Shinji! You're all safe!" The four friends had a beautiful reunion, even if they did just see each other yesterday late afternoon. Shinji picked up the flower garlands of flowers and sniffed them, "Mmm, these smell so good. I see you still have this little hobby of yours, Ichi." The orangette gently picked up all her flowers, "Shut up , Shinji. I'm so used to making them, that it's practically woven in my fingers."

Izuru giggled, her laugh like a beautiful Nightingale singing her evening song, "These flowers are so lovely, water lilies, if I'm not mistaken." Toshiro and Shinji pulled one on, taking in the soothing smell, "Mmm…" Shinji chuckled, her laugh like the beating waves of the ocean, "C'mon, we're free for the time being, and we're at a lovely waterfall. Let's go swimming."

Izuru, Toshiro and Ichigo shared a look, "But, we didn't bring out swimming gowns." Shinji grinned that crafty grin of hers, walking over to the saddlebag of her chocolate brown mare with black spots up its neck, "You didn't. I, on the other hand, managed to improvise." She whipped out four gowns made from white, gauzy silk. They were embroidered with forest themes.

Izuru looked appalled, while Ichigo scowled with embarrassment and Toshiro's eyebrow twitched viciously and grinded out her words in a tightly controlled voice, "You do realize that your make shift swimming gowns are… underwear, right..?" Shinji rolled her eyes and tossed them to her friends, "Ah, c'mon, it'll do for now. It's not like it there totally see-through."

Ichigo scowled at her gown, "Dry, yes. When wet, not so much." Shinji sighed, as she took out a black sheet, draped it between two low tree branches, stepped behind it and began to change, calling out, "You're all too fickle. There's no one here to see us. So, just change and have a good time. We haven't swam ever since three weeks before this stupid incident."

The three sighed, but gave in none-the-less. They joined their friend and hastily changed into their make-shift swimming gowns. Izuru had a rose red blush on her face, as a breeze fluttered by the hem of her gown, making it fly upwards, "Shinji, where on earth did you get such revealing clothing?" Shinji grinned her piano grin, "Nnoitra gave them to me. He told me that he's going pamper me that way, if you catch my drift."

Ichigo and Toshiro blanched while Izuru just sweatdropped, "TMI, Shinji, TMI." The four all jumped into the river, loving how the cool water rushed past them, as the waterfall continued to pound more and more downstream. Toshiro swam over to the edge of the waterfall and looked up, "You know, the top isn't too far up. Maybe..?" Ichigo smiled greatly, "I'm so going up there." Shinji snickered, "Ten god pieces says that you'll chicken out half way up." Ichigo grinned slyly, "Alright, you're on," and scrambled out of the river and dashed up the cliff that was top of the waterfall, not caring that the dirt was beginning to clump onto her feet, and occasionally, a rock would nick her foot. She had endured far worse.

When she reached the top, Ichigo looked down, to see that the bottom wasn't even visible anymore, due to the building mist. But she could hear Shinji's voice, loud and clear, "Well, Ichi? If you're not going to jump, you owe me ten gold!" The strawberry princess rolled her eyes and leapt off the cliff. She felt like the wind was breaking her fall, it felt like forever before her skin made contact with the water again. She broke the surface of the water, naturally flinging her hair back and out of her face, turning to her loud blond friend, "Ha, now you owe me ten gold pieces." Shinji just pouted and turned away. Toshiro reappeared from the bottom of the river, breathing in deeply, "Wow, I forgot how much fun it is swimming."

Izuru agreed as she scooped up some of the clear water and splashed it on her face, "Ahh… we should do this again soon. The water really helps my sore feet." She then sputtered and coughed as a small wave of water crashed down on her, glaring at Shinji, who was whistling innocently to the side, "What..?" The softer blond smirked, and replied, "So that's how you want to play, huh? Well, fine." She splashed Shinji, who grabbed Toshiro and used her as a human shield.

The little whitette's eyebrow twitched, "Why you..!" She sent her own wave, only to have Izuru duck behind Ichigo and have it splash onto the orangette. After that, an all out water war broke out. The banks grew muddy from all the extra water, and the vegetation around the riverbanks got a good watering.


The sun was beginning to set as Grimmjow sighed irritably as he halted his horse, along with Nnoitra, Ulquiorra and Gin. They've been looking for the girls ever since the morning, and yet, they haven't managed to find a trace of them.

The blue haired tyrant growled, "I swear, once I find tha' girl, 'm gonna chain 'er ta the bed fer days!" For once, both Nnoitra and Gin stayed quiet. Though they didn't say it out loud, they were worried about their girls too. Though they were too frightened to oppose them face-to-face, the four 'main' men of Hueco Mundo have quite a few enemies, who would do anything or use anyone to gain an advantage over them. They would be royally screwed if one of those idiots got a hold of one of the girls.

Ulquiorra halted his deep maroon colored stallion, "Still no sign of the girls yet." Grimmjow growled, "Where did they disappear ta? Seriously…" Gin shook his head, "I didn' think tha' Izuru could even ride a horse like tha'." Nnoitra shrugged, rotating his head around the trees of the forest, "Can' believe tha' either. Shinji's never seemed the type ta be cool with gettin' dirty."

Grimmjow's eyes roamed around the forest, all the trees looked exactly the same to him, "Where in the fuckin' hells 're they?" Ulquiorra reappeared after disappearing again, "Here, come here." The rest of the three spurred on their horses to follow the pale ravenette. They rose back up the same path, and came upon the waterfall. The blue haired king motioned for his friends to get off of their horses and to keep both their horses and themselves quiet.

They peeked through the bushes, to find their four girls laughing and splashing each other with water, their swimming dresses all drenched and revealed what they were made to cover. Nnoitra's shit-eating grin grew wider than it had ever before, along with Gin and Grimmjows'. Ulquiorra could just barely conceal his blush, seeing the beautiful body of his Toshiro, aka: his secret crush.

Gin grinned widely at the slender body of his Izuru, "I take it tha' yer th' one who gave Shinji those 'clothing', ne, Nnoitra?" The lanky general flashed his piano grin, as his single lavender eye raked all over Shinji's curvy body shamelessly, "Guilty." Grimmjow grinned insanely, as he couldn't resist taking in all the forbidden treasures that Ichigo's body had to offer, "I've gotta get Ichi ta wear somethin' like that later." Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, "Don't your minds think of anything else but sex?" The three others shook their heads in an air of childish banter, "Nah."

The ravenette shook his head, and silently stood up, "Come on. It's starting to get late, and the woods are dangerous to ride in during the nighttime." Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Gin reluctantly pulled themselves out of their sick fantasies and stood up, leading their horses with them.

Ichigo and her friends turned, and paled to see the four men standing above them. Izuru shrunk chin-deep into the water under Gin's piercing gaze, and that uncomfortable snake-like smirk. Toshiro matched up to Ulquiorra's gaze with a drilling one of her own, making a scary friction between them. Shinji didn't shy away or defy Nnoitra. All she did was sit there, pretending that there wasn't a blood-thirsty maniac in front of her, who could easily kill her at any moment.

Ichigo stared up at Grimmjow, their eyes clashing harshly, neither one of them willing to surrender. Finally, Grimmjow spoke, "Wha' were ya thinkin' runnin' off like tha'?" The orangette turned her head, stroking her hair, wringing out the extra water, "I enjoy swimming, not to mention I needed to relieve some of the stress I've built up these past few weeks."

The blue haired tyrant scowled horribly, grabbing Ichigo's upper arms, and yanked her our of the water, earning an airy squeak. Izuru shot up, out of friendly and natural instinct, "Ichi…" She was then halted when Gin grabbed her and tugged her closer to himself, breathing in her ear, "Ah, ah, ahh… Don' wanna interfere wit' Grimmy when he's in perv mode."

Ulquiorra gently scooped up Toshiro into his arms, refraining himself from letting his eyes rest upon 'those' parts of the whitette's body, "Come on. You'll catch cold if you continue this charade." Nnoitra didn't care to hide his gaze as his eyes soaked everything about Shinji, his hands resting on her ass and in her cleavage. And Shinji didn't even care. She was considered more 'proud' of her body more than her friends, never one to forget to admit that there was a man flirting with her.

The men each tossed their girl a cloak, several sizes too big for them, due to the fact that it was made for a man, but it did keep them warm, when they were shivering from the cold evening air. Grimmjow carried Ichigo in one arm, heaved back onto his horse and told his friends, "Let's get back ta camp. It's late." With a snap of their reigns, the four stallions dashed off, the three mares and Ichigo's stallion following close behind.

The ride back was an awkward one. Neither the girls nor the boys spoke one word. The only sound heard with the thumping of the horses' hooves against the forest ground as they race through the dimming forest, heading back for the Hueco Mundo camp.

It didn't take too long to arrive. The four men leapt off their horses, and each walked into their respective tents, leaving the horses for the servants to tend to. Ichigo noticed that besides the four extravagant tents that Grimmjow, Gin, Ulquiorra and Nnoitra occupied, the only other tents were five raggy old grey tents and the plain yellow one where the horses were kept. Ichigo could only image the conditions that the servants and the soldiers had to endure while out of the castle. But, then again, life in the palace probably wasn't any better.

Grimmjow laid his beloved strawberry onto the bed, gazing down at the orangette, who was shivering a lot now. But how could blame her? She was still completely wet, in a sad excuse of a swimming gown and only a now soggy cloak to keep her warm. He crossed his arms, "Told ya you'd catch cold." He went over to his miniature wardrobe, as pulled out a warm shirt, along with a warm pair of pants made from plain wool and cotton.

He removed the cloak, and tossed Ichigo the clothing, "Put this on. 'M gonna get someone ta get ya somethin' warm ta eat." Ichigo began to change after the blue haired king left. She was really surprised that he hadn't tried anything perverted when she was dressed in such a vulgar way. And he did show sincere concern when he did his best to get back to camp before she caught a serious cold. Ichigo hated to admit it, but her stone cold heart and her hatred for the blue haired king was slowly melting away. It was moving slower than a slug, but it did happen.

The orangette sighed as she folded the swimming gown (underwear) and Grimmjow's cloak, leaving it by the closet, then sitting down in a chair. She suddenly felt extremely drained, probably from not swimming for a long time, and then swimming vigorously all of a sudden.

She looked up to see Grimmjow come back, with a tiny little female servant with iron black hair and deep violet purple eyes, following him, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl, and a steaming cup balanced on it. She placed it before Ichigo, whispering, "T-this is a meal the c-cook prepared e-especially for P-Princess I-Ichigo. P-please enjoy." With that, the little ravenette scurried out of the tent, her head bowed, just like all the others.

Grimmjow noticed that the strawberry had tiny little cuts on her foot, and several small bruises, "Oi, where'd ya get those nicks an' bruises?" Ichigo looked at her feet, "Probably from running up the cliff." The blue haired tyrant rose an eyebrow, but didn't want to understand. Girls will be girls, after all. He took off his jacket and shirt, flinging them off somewhere, and flopped onto his side of the bed. Ichigo couldn't fight down the very light pink blush that crept onto her face. Though it was barely visible against Ichigo's skin, Grimmjow caught it and it made him grin perversely, "Like wha' ya see, Strawberry?" Ichigo made a small noise of protest, but turned the other way, "Like hell, you pervert." Grimmjow chuckled richly, not missing the slight shiver than ran up his Ichigo's spine, "Yea, whatever. 'Night." He turned onto his side, and with less than five minutes, Ichigo could hear his breathy snores.

She set the tray onto the small table and sat on her side of the bed, occasionally adverting her eyes towards Grimmjow. Without realizing it, she reached out and let her fingers gently run through his wild sky blue locks. They felt so soft, like the stream's water running through the gaps between her fingers. She gasped, and shook herself out of it, 'What the hell am I doing? He's the enemy. He destroyed my home, and murdered thousands of innocent people.' The orangette then paused, placing a hand on her heart, 'Then, why do I feel like this?'

Ichigo shook her head, 'I must be going insane. Probably from all the swimming and splashing with the others.' She laid down on the fluffy pillow that was used as a bed, her head practically lost in its fluffiness. Her eyes began to droop as Ichigo finally submitted to her dreams.


Whew! 9 whole pages, longer than any chapter I've written before. Do you all like,

I'm going to write what happened to Toshiro, Izuru and Shinji with Ulquiorra, Gin and Nnoitra in the next chapter. Keep up with me okay~

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