Honey Eyes A Bleach Fanfiction S . Lazic

Just Feel

(Warning: Lemon 18+)

Kazumi's back hit the wall as a sharp gasp of excitement percolated from her throat. The moment their bodies materialized, Shinji pushed her against the closest wall as his skilled hands pulled apart the fabric which happened to be keeping him from her curved body, the body he had desired for so long.

For one-hundred years, he had craved his Kazumi. He had dreamed of holding her, kissing her, and feeling her against him, yet for the last part of the day he found that he had been craving Juliana just as much. Now he that had them both, had Kazumi and Juliana in one beautiful body, he was like an animal and she was his prey.

His mouth was upon hers, wildly feasting upon her succulent lips passed growls of searing desire. Shinji could not remember being so wanton with her. He had always been gentle with her, allowing their passions to build, but, at this moment, his fingers were dragging against her exposed flesh upon her sides to slip beneath aggravating fabric to scar her quivering flesh with his nails. He could feel her arching from the wall to press against him; her arms wrapped about his shoulders and her fingers threading into his short hair. Such sweet lips parted against his kiss as he drank in the sensual moans and quivering whimpers that she sang. Shinji's body shivered as Kazumi's nails scraped through his hair dragging sharpness down the back of his neck causing a deep groan to bubble against the kiss.

Her hips thrust against him; Kazumi trembled. Oh, the excitement that coursed through her as her lover tore into her shirt. Hearing fabric rip brought a sharp, high pitched whimper from her throat. Before she could count to ten it seemed that she was back in his room and he was upon her.

Violent excitement rushed Kazumi as Shinji advanced on her like a demon hungry, anxious for her naked flesh. Being pinned to the wall thrilled her, and when his body pushed her flush to the structure behind her, she trembled and whimpered hungrily for him. He gripped her hips, yanking her against him, and ground his body against her in reply to her whimpers and cries of want and need. When he was not kissing her lips, brutally attacking the plush petals, he was upon her throat - nipping and biting and suckling her skin. His hands drove her body insane with each caress, and each tender yet painful scrape of his nails across her abdomen brought her body to shiver with want.

Kazumi gasped as Shinji's sharp teeth latched onto her shoulder, securing his jaws against her flesh so to mark her as his. His long fingers, tight and deadly yet so lovingly gentle, spread over her stomach only to pause when Shinji released her shoulder. He let his lips skim along the pounding pulse-line in her neck then along her jaw till he kissed her lips. Kazumi shivered, whimpered then moaned as her lips found his once again. She wanted more of him, yet he seemed to slow the heated intensity that had erupted between them. The kiss was gentle yet no less passionate as the wild embrace that she had just been gifted with subsided. However, when his lips drew away, Kazumi gazed back to her lover, with shadows of pleasure within her eyes, only to see his own gaze searching her features. As her lips parted to inquire as to what was wrong, she felt his fingers stroke along her stomach.

Shinji's eyes closed as he felt her smooth flesh beneath his fingertips, the sleek muscles shifting in reflex to his caress. He leaned to her till his palm was flat against her stomach as he set his forehead to hers while offering her a tender smile. "Tell me,' he whispered so softly, 'when I have taken Sōsuke's pathetic excuse for a life, ripping his soul from his body by my own hands, will you stay with me so we can finally have the peace to start our life together?"

Kazumi tipped her head as her fingers came from her lover's golden hair to cup his sharp features within her hands so she could guide his head away from her. "I'll fight by your side, where I belong, Shinji," she whispered passionately before dragging his mouth to hers. She kissed him soundly then, the tip of her warm, moist tongue slipping out to caress the parting of his flushed mouth. This time, she heard him groan.

Kazumi's hands glided down his body finding each and every button that lined the center of his chest, popping one after another free from the black and red pin-striped shirt. Since Shinji had so kindly torn her shirt from her body, she could at least return the favor. Fabric parted beneath the trail of her devious fingers that snuck between his warm skin and loose shirt, trailing upwards till the fabric was pushed from his thin shoulders. Her lips formed against his, slanting softly, and when his mouth parted, welcoming her movements, Kazumi let her tongue slip forwards to mate with his in an intimate dance. His hands spread along her flesh, smoothing downwards in gentle caresses till nimbleness had her digits slipping beneath the waist of her jeans.

The fire of lust simmering within his soul came back in full force along with intensity rushing quickly throughout their bodies as each stroked the other. Kazumi's hands tugged roughly till her lover's shirt vacated Shinji's upper body to expose his pale flesh to her hungry desires. Shinji, while grinning wickedly to her desperation, continued to kiss her, rougher and deeper, till she was whimpering and quivering while his fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Shinji's deft fingers easily pushed down both her jeans and silky panties, mumbling to Kazumi to kick away her shoes as he did so then looped an arm about her to tickle a set of skilled fingers along her back. With one flick of his fingers, Shinji was able to unclasp her bra then slip his dangerous digits beneath the thin straps to guide the remaining fabric from her shoulders. A wiggle of her arms had the remaining clothing item drifting from her luscious body.

He was upon her then, shoving his body against hers while forcing her back to the wall roughly. His nails tore at her skin, dragging down her back, over one curved hip then down to curl to a slender thigh. The feeling of her naked breasts brushing against his chest, her pert nipples teasingly his flesh, drove Shinji to growl heatedly against her lips. For one trained in expert control and for one who took a lot of arrogant pride in having such control, he was willing to toss that all away to touch her, to have her, and to take her.

Using his body to secure her and using his mouth to silence her, Shinji let his fingers touch her. Skilled and deadly fingertips brushed down her flesh to seek out the heated core of her womanly body that he knew quivered for his attention. When he touched her intimately, touched her slickening folds, Kazumi's arched violently to him, and her lips broke from his to cry out to the room. When he stroked her, Shinji groaned in pleasure upon feeling her nails dig into his flesh, no doubt to leave crescent marked lines of red come morning. On the other hand, the momentary kiss of pain was worth the scars.

Kazumi's eyes tightened shut and her lips parted with trembling cries as she felt her lover's fingers part the moist flesh between her thighs to slowly stroke her - pet her - caress her. When his touch found the little bundle of nerves hood by quivering flesh to play with, Kazumi's body jerked as a sharp spark of pleasure tore through her. Her hips pressed forwards, wanting more of his attention. Then he was kissing her flesh, trailing his lips along her throat to flick the moist, hot tip of his tongue over the dip of her collarbones before moving over tendons that he nibbled and teased till she moaned deeply his name. That moan turned in to a sharp scream of pleasure the moment a deviant finger of his entered her body, parting her and caressing her while moving slowly till the digit became embedded deeply within her. Kazumi's form shuddered and her nails clutched his shoulders as he groaned against the arch of her throat.

"Shinji," whimpered the quivering beauty as his digit began its torturous play of slipping out then slipping back in, knuckle deep each and every time! The feeling was more than incredible! The way he touched her, guided her, and played her left Kazumi panting and moaning.

Shinji brought her higher and higher with just the caress of his slender fingers within her body and, by the feeling of his palm brushing and teasing against her moist folds, induced more and more cries of sexual bliss to cascade the room. Harder - faster - Shinji pumped his fingers in and out of the tight confines of her hot flesh, curling and scraping his fingertips along the sensitive flesh of her pulsating walls in order to draw out sharp whimpers from her parted lips. He loved how she felt, heaving and quivering against him - arching and thrusting her hips to meet his driving fingers. Shinji loved even more the quick and high pitched sounds that came with Kazumi's growing orgasm, as well as the way her flesh began to tighten and spasm about his fingers.

He wasn't done with her, not even close. Shinji wasn't about to let her reach that exotic tumble of bodily pleasure so soon. As he felt her flexing walls start to spasm about his fingers, his lips pulled back and his gaze turned dark to match the wicked grin that spread across his lips. Their eyes locked, and he could see her gaze filled with lusty haze.

"Shinji, don't you…" Kazumi whimpered upon seeing the deviant look within his gaze.

Her whimpers ended in a groan as her eyes closed and her head tipped back when she felt his driving fingers leave her screaming body. Before she could curse at him, Shinji easily lifted her in his strong arms. His lips were upon hers, sealing her growls in a searing kiss. His tongue thrust past her lips, feasting upon her whimpers, as she found herself wrapping her quivering limbs about him. Her body was on fire, and the core of her throbbing body spasmed for his attention - screaming on the very edge of release!

With a few strides, their bodies crumbled down upon the bed. Shinji arched over her, dragging his fingers along her flesh as Kazumi's sweat touched body arched and writhed beneath his lean yet powerful male frame. His lips feasted upon her own, forcing their desire to climb to incinerating flames once again. To hear her scream out into the depth of their kiss could only be called music by him. Every moan and every whimper that followed due to the torture one hand delved upon a plush breast was but a note of pure ecstasy to him. His fingertips toyed with the soft yet firm flesh, tweaking and twisting the coral tipped nipple till the flesh responded by hardening between his fingers.

When the kiss ended, Kazumi tossed her head back to cry his name the instant his moist, warm mouth enclosed about the hard nipple, suckling the bud into his mouth. He lavished the peak with his tongue before nipping the flesh with his teeth. Kazumi's response thrilled him. The way her body jerked, the way her head lulled back upon waves of her chestnut hair, and the way her moans formed his name spurred painful hunger for her through him, and he loved it all.

As his lips feasted upon her breast, suckling and nibbling, Shinji slid his other hand down her quivering belly - skimming over flesh to once again seek out the slick folds of her sex. One soft touch, a slow but delicate caress, had his lover's body shuddering against him. Her moans grew hotter, falling from her lips when he parted the outer folds of her womanhood to rub the little bundle of excited nerves that wept for his attention. Her hips thrust upwards and a cry echoed the room followed by a sharp hiss when her nails descended upon his back. Kazumi clawed at him, leaving red lines from his lower back to his shoulders, yet the pain only increased his desire. Releasing her breast from his mouth, Shinji slid his sleek form along hers till he seized her trembling lips in a burning kiss, his tongue seeking refuge within the warm recesses of her mouth, and with less gentility than before. Her arms came to wrap about his shoulders and her legs parted to welcome his body as her attention was drawn to the intense kiss.

Shinji hissed to a gentle bite that befell his lips when he began to thrust his fingers into her once again. He knew that the bite was a silent protest for Kazumi desired not his fingers to assault her but the swelling length of flesh that currently throbbed within the tight fabric of his pants. Kazumi did not want his fingers, she wanted him. To hold back any longer would be cruel to both, so Shinji shed himself of his remaining clothes, including shoes and socks, so he could press his nakedness against her. The sensation of hot flesh to hot flesh nearly drove him to cry out his own pleasure!

Kazumi was with him again, seeking out the pleasure they had shared many a night within the Soul Society. Though this room was not Shinji's quarters back within Squad Five, this room was his. This was his bed she lay upon that held his familiar sent, and this was the bed that he had taken her for the first time, making her his, and the same bed that would be theirs to share and make love upon - to create new life. Kazumi eyes drifted open as Shinji arched over her while shifting himself between her parted legs, ready to welcome her Captain back within her body.

However, expecting to see an expression of passion shadowing his face, Kazumi was a little surprised to see a smug grin ghosting across his lips. He was up to something. Before she could question him, Shinji gripped her hips and twisted her over till she lay upon her stomach. Kazumi looked over her shoulder to see him looming over her, his lean body hunched down as he brushed back locks of her chestnut hair from her shoulders to pool at one side.

He kissed her neck, nuzzled her hair then whispered lovingly to her, "Close your eyes, just feel."

Just…Feel…

Kazumi's heart pounded in her body. His lips were feather soft as his touch ghosted down her spine, drifting over one curved hip then over the quivering muscles of her rump before dipping between her legs. She pressed her features into a pillow where the softness soaked up her moan when she felt her lover's fingers stroking her slick folds. She arched her hips back to him, offering an unspoken beg to Shinji for more. Her fingers curled into the black sheets of the bed, and when his fingers slipped into her from behind, Kazumi's body fell prey to the deep stroking of his digits. His lips kissed her flesh, nipping with his teeth and licking with his tongue, and for minutes his fingers teased her in order to guide her closer to that edge of pleasure as Kazumi's whimpers and cries danced the room.

When Shinji could not bear the torment any longer, when his lover's cries became begs and when her body became so hot that the liquid flames licked at his pumping fingers, he withdrew his fingers from her wet sheath to grip her hips. He raised her hips before him with his eyes drinking in her body as he hunched over her so his lips could brush to her neck. Drawing her back to him and with one flex forwards, Shinji slid his throbbing flesh into her. He groaned tightly as his body slipped further and further into the liquid depths of her quivering channel. Arching his lean body, Shinji buried his face into the waves of her chestnut hair strewn about her shoulders. He could hear Kazumi's moans being drowned out by the pillow against her features, and he could feel the way her body went still as her flesh was parted and opened by him. Inch after swollen inch pressed inwards till her soft channel embraced him lovingly, then he stilled and lowered his slender frame against her back.

Once joined physically, the two lovers panted together till her body relaxed about him and Shinji began to move against her, encouraging their sensual mating. He slowly arched his naked body above her, one hand falling to caress over one of her slender, quivering thighs while his fingers found their way around a curved hip to spread and press to her stomach as he lifted her hips up and back just a bit more. Kazumi's legs parted thus giving his rocking hips an angle that deepened his gliding penetration. With each thrust of his body and with each drive of his embedded length within her, more and more of her increasing cries of pleasure pressed into the pillow. Soon, Shinji set the erotic rhythm of his thrusts moving in perfect harmony with Kazumi as she began to sway to meet him.

Closing his eyes, Shinji leaned his head back as his lips pressed tightly together to silence the pleasured groan that threatened to turn into a wild snarl. His thrusts became rougher, harder and more intense, and soon the room became decorated with the erotic sound of their bodies connecting - flesh to slapping flesh.

Faster and harder - over and over - did the lovers move, rocking back and driving forwards with their bodies moving in symphonic motion, naked and slick and together in time. Shinji could feel his own orgasmic tension building within the pit of his soul, burning and clawing to be released. Before him, Kazumi began to desperately grind herself against him, thrusting her hips with as much hunger and need as he was feeling curling about within his stomach. She was trembling body to body and in a way that snared his desires and pulled upon his pleasures.

When he felt her tight walls about his pumping organ start to cry their hot, liquid tears, Shinji could no longer restrain his pleasures or the release they both craved. When his fingers met her wet flesh, seeking the quivering bundle of nerves hooded by her folds, Kazumi nearly bowed against him. She parted her legs to grant him the access he needed so that his touch could meet her flesh causing her body to spasm. With only a few strokes of his talented fingers in time with his thrusts, she was sent tumbling over the edge of pleasure. She arched against him, violently gyrating her hips in an overwhelming need to increase her release till a cry of sexual bliss tore from her throat. Chestnut locks, thick and damp, swam about her as she tossed her head back; her face a mask of erotica.

Shinji nearly cried out as her hot walls convulsed, stroking his flesh and pulling his swollen shaft deeper till he felt the tip press against her womb. The sensations flooded him with unstable emotions that surged possession and passion through him. If there was such a thing as painful pleasure, this was it. No longer could he contain himself, and with his grip digging into her flanks and an animalistic howl reverberating in his throat, his released erupted from him along with a the vicious groan. Their bodies stilled, jerking against each other and quivering within each other's sexual release.

Slowly, Shinji bent forwards so he could kiss Kazumi's damp neck while whispering incoherent promises of love. He then moved from her, drawing out his flesh with a wince before falling to the bed. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kazumi settle to the bed and, with a smirk, reached out to gather her into his shivering embrace. She offered him an exhausted yet pleased smile and curled herself into his embrace as he draped an arm over the curve of her hips and kissed her forehead. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling in contented pleasure, before Kazumi leaned to him to offer her lips. Unable to ignore such a succulent offer, Shinji cupped her damp features and dipped his head to kiss her.

"I love you,' he whispered against her lips, 'my Kazumi."

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The Hell known as Los Noches…

"Wake up," growled Grimmjow to the unconscious girl crumbled upon the ground. When she didn't wake up, he poked her with a foot none too gently. "I said, wake up."

"Why don't you try giving her a kiss?" Luppi snickered darkly as he looked from the rough actions of Grimmjow to the unique and rather attractive mortal laid out unconscious upon the cold floor.

Grimmjow's teal-blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he regarded the lower ranked Arrancar. "Fuck off. You've done your job, now get out of here," he snapped, pointing back to the door of Lord Aizen's so called 'throne room.' Again he poked the girl with the tip of his toes. "What is wrong with her?" he growled.

"She can't answer you when she is unconscious." Luppi rolled his beautiful eyes.

"Then I'll just wake her up!" Grimmjow snapped excitedly as he went to one knee, balled up a fist then cocked back his arm aiming a powerful punch to the girl's head.

"Grimmjow!" Luppi yelped with his eyes going wide. He snapped out a long, sleeve covered hand as if to stop the higher ranked Espada. "Remember, you can't harm her!"

"Enough, Grimmjow."

Grimmjow and Luppi blinked their eyes as their attention was shifted towards a deep voice that sent trembles of instant dominance down their spines. Walking towards them was Kaname Tousen and Gin Ichimaru as both men walked, with purpose, across the large room with their direction taking them to the small group. Grimmjow slowly stood and took a step back, lowering his hand as he did so. With a mutter under his breath, he shoved his hands into the folds of his white Hakama and turned his eyes away.

"Tisk, tisk, Grimmjow,' Gin purred in his sadistically mocking voice of his. A wild, fox-like grin spread his sly features. "No striking the honored guest."

With a scoff, Grimmjow cast the ex-Captain a snarl. "She won't wake up."

"That does not mean you are allowed to strike her," Kaname added quietly as he knelt to the girl's side. His dark lips turned to a frown as he touched two fingertips to her neck. "Her pulse is strong. What happened to her?" he asked, turning his pupil-less eyes towards Grimmjow. "You were instructed not to harm her."

"I didn't touch her," Grimmjow muttered.

"Oh?" Gin grinned as he looked down to the mortal's exposed breast. "I suppose she tore her shirt with the simple enjoyment of exposing her breast to you?" Hearing a threatening growl come from Grimmjow widened Gin's broad grin. "Oh dear,' he said softly yet with a high amount of enjoyment to his voice, 'are those bruises upon her neck?"

Kaname gently turned the girl's head to the side to inspect the bruises that he noticed then covered her breast to save her some dignity. "She is due some respect," Kaname quietly said before lifting his blank gaze to Luppi. "I ask again, what happened to her? You were ordered to inform Grimmjow not to harm her."

Luppi snapped an arm out, ruffling long sleeve, as he pointed to Grimmjow. "I stopped him. He was about to rape this girl!"

"Shut your mouth, you little shit!" Grimmjow howled, turning upon the shorter Arrancar. "I had full right to do whatever I wanted with her before you showed up."

"I certainly showed up in time, didn't I? Otherwise, you would be nothing but a burnt pile of ash right now."

Shaking his head, Kaname stood and turned to regards the two. "Enough," he hissed. "Luppi, you may go. Grimmjow, you are to stay."

Luppi's lips coiled in to a sarcastic grin before he cast Grimmjow a critical and nasty smile. He turned about and casually strolled from the room. When the doors closed behind the retreating Arrancar, Gin stepped to the girl and leaned over her to cast his gaze upon her sleeping features. Slowly, his closed eyes opened then narrowed in curiosity.

"What is it, Gin?" Kaname inquired as he noticed his associate open his eyes, a move that was rare. "What do you see?"

"I'm not really sure. This one looks oddly familiar."

Kaname watched as Gin's fingers unwound from a long sleeves to reach down to tip the girl's features towards him. "Familiar?"

Gin brushed his fingers gently along Dai's jaw as his mind scrutinized every detail of her face. After a moment of contemplation, he stated firmly, "She is not human."

Not human? Grimmjow arched a brow as he turned his eyes to the Soul Reapers. He then looked to the unconscious girl with a mild pull of curiosity.

"I see our guest has arrived."

All eyes turned upon the deep voice that resonated warmly about the room. Gin and Kaname stood as the Lord of Los Noches stepped forth from the dim shadows. Grimmjow grunted out a heavy sigh. As Sōsuke came closer, he turned his deep brown eyes to Dai before arching a slender brow to Grimmjow. He did not miss the torn fabric of the girl's shirt. "I see that Luppi was able to deliver my orders to you before you lost your control."

Grimmjow snarled towards the Soul Reaper.

"Has her room been prepared for her arrival?" Sōsuke inquired of Gin.

"Everything is as you requested," Gin replied as his gaze shifted back down to the girl.

"What is it, Gin?" Sōsuke asked his associate upon noting that Gin's eyes were open.

"Only a thought, Lord Aizen," said Gin on random thought. "This girl looks familiar to me."

"Oh?"

"Gin believes she is not human," Kaname added.

"Gin?" Sōsuke turned his eyes back to the ex-Captain of Squad Three.

Shrugging his shoulders, Gin closed his eyes and turned towards Sōsuke with his lips forming his trademark fox-like smile. "Perhaps I am mistaken."

Sōsuke's eyes narrowed in curious thought.

"What shall we do with her?" Kaname inquired.

"Once she recovers herself, she will be properly welcomed to our home," said Sōsuke calmly. "She may go wherever she wishes within the main floors of Los Noches."

"Are you sure it's wise to let her wander around without an escort?" Gin asked.

"Are you worried, Gin?" asked Sōsuke with just a touch of humor to his voice.

"I am only concerned for her safety. As you can see from the state of her clothing, even our dear Espada may not be able to keep their hands off of her. There are areas within the castle that should be off limits to her, such as individual territories controlled by the Espada. The last thing you would want is for her to go wandering into Szayel's territory."

"I see," said Sōsuke before he nodded in agreement and looked to Kaname. Kaname? I would like it if Nozomi would see to our guest when she awakens. I believe Nozomi would be an appropriate individual to help our guest grow accustom to her new surroundings. It is vital that our guest adapts to her new home as easily as possible, if she is to accept my will and understand what is in store for her. She will need a warm heart to embrace and support her, a friend within the darkness."

Kaname's lips tightened when Sōsuke mentioned his lover. Without arguing, he nodded and stated, "Of course." Then he tipped his head and cast his blind gaze towards Grimmjow. "She will need a personal guard, one whose presence is strong enough to deter any Arrancar who may view her as an easy target."

Sōsuke's gaze shifted to look upon the Sixth Espada. "Point well taken," he said. "Grimmjow. Since you seem to have taken a liking to this girl, you will act as her guard. It will be your duty to make sure she survives. If one hair is harmed upon her head, I will take your life as payment."

Grimmjow's eyes went wide with a look of shock and horror. "What? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He swept his arms wide then jabbed a finger towards the unconscious girl. "Why should I babysit this pathetic human?"

"Because her death, I have decided, would sadden Kazumi. I will not upset her. I need this girl alive and unharmed in order to use her to convince Kazumi to return to me." Sōsuke's voice dropped to a threatening tone as his eyes narrowed with a dangerous glare. "Do I make myself clear, Grimmjow? One hair…"

"Do I have a choice?" snarled Grimmjow.

Kaname turned his eyes to the Espada. He hissed dangerously, "Such insolence."

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes towards Kaname then shrugged his shoulders. "Fine," he bit out angrily.

"Good," said Sōsuke with an unreadable smile touching his handsome face. "Take her to her room and stay there till Nozomi arrives to care for her."

Grumbling under his breath, Grimmjow stepped to the unconscious girl and knelt to gather her limp body into his arms. Without a look back, he carried his new ward from the throne room as if her weight was becoming a ball and chain around his throat.

Gin watched Grimmjow depart the room with growing uneasy settling within his mind. He still had a nagging thought that he knew the girl, had seen her somewhere before. But where? One way or another, he would determine the source of his discomfort and find out who, exactly, this girl was.

Grimmjow's curses danced off the stone walls of Las Noches' winding hallways. His eyes bore into the back of the low level Arrancar who was guiding him to private quarters where Lord Aizen's guest would be staying.

He scowled in repulsion as he looked upon the spindly Arrancar whose lower body was that of a worm with protruding legs that shifted his body with a lurching motion. The Arrancar's arms swayed at its side beneath thin sleeves that made the appendages appear as nothing more than long bones. No hair was upon its bald head, and the mask that fully covered its face had no slits for a mouth, only a small cut-out for a single eye that was orange. This Arrancar was nothing more than a mutant to Grimmjow, and it made him shudder and tighten his grip upon the unconscious girl held within his arms. To him, this girl was of higher rank than that Arrancar.

They turned one more corner when the Arrancar stopped at a door and lifted a gnarled hand to tap talons to a key pad. After punching in a simple numerical code, the door slowly drew open. The Arrancar stepped back and offered a bow to Grimmjow.

Grimmjow snarled in disgust before stepping past the door and kicking it shut. That 'thing' was about to enter the room, but Grimmjow wouldn't allow that and kicked the door shut. The moment the door shut, soft illumination shined from the high ceiling of stone. The room was no different than any of the private chambers belonging to the Espada and offered enough essentials for the girl be comfortable.

Grimmjow carried his ward across the small sitting room and into a secondary room where he deposited her to the bed. Grimmjow's lips coiled in a snarl as he gazed down to her, his teal-blue eyes seemingly glowing within the dim lights of the bedroom. What was so important about this human? After all, she was just a human - expendable.

Moving to lean over her, he snarled in her ear, "Listen well, girl. Don't cross me. I don't need you becoming a problem for me. Lord Aizen said I couldn't hurt you, but there are other ways I can harm you…"

"Grimmjow…"

Hearing his name spoke upon a familiar and gentle voice had Grimmjow arching back from the bed. He stuffed his hands into the folds of his Hakama before turning his slender gaze to Nozomi Nagarishi, lover to Kaname Tousen. Out of all the females within Los Noches, Arrancar and Espada alike, Grimmjow could tolerate her. Then again, she was not Arrancar or an Espada. She was a Soul Reaper who had followed Kaname when Lord Aizen had deflected from the Seireitei. Grimmjow had to admit that Nozomi was a beautiful woman with long hair cascading to her hips, interwoven with gold and copper colors. Her skin was flawless and fair, and Grimmjow found himself transfixed by her stunning eyes of violet.

There was no way to argue with her for if any raised their voice towards her they would not only face the First Espada, who acted as her guard, but also face Kaname Tousen. One could look upon her, appreciate her beauty from afar, but never touch.

"You have tormented her enough," Nozomi said softly as she walked to the other side of the bed, sat to the edge then began to look over the unconscious mortal. She muttered something quietly as her eyes lifted to scan the room. "It's so dark in here. I can hardly see what damage you may have caused to her."

Grimmjow muttered and rolled his eyes. "I have done nothing to her."

Nozomi brushed her fingers along the girl's neck, tipping her head this way then that. Her soft lips turned down in a frown as she noticed the bruises. She then looked up to Grimmjow and said with cautious, "I suppose these bruises appeared on their own?"

Grimmjow growled and raised his chin in silent defiance.

"And the rip in her shirt?"

He said nothing.

Nozomi tsked. She pulled the blanket over the girl and stated, "She seems to be alright. However, I will ask Szayel to perform a complete physical once she has woken. I will see that a meal is brought to her and a change of fresh clothes."

"Szayel?" Grimmjow hissed that name as he turned his eyes to narrow upon the Soul Reaper. "Why do you want to get him involved? He's insane."

Nozomi folded her hands delicately to her white skirt as she tipped her head. "He may be insane, Grimmjow, but he is our resident physician so he does have a right to give her an examination. Does that idea bother you?"

"Like Hell it does," he growled while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't care what happens to her."

"We shall see. The final decision of her care is under Lord Aizen's authority," Nozomi said softly as she stood. She offered a polite nod to Grimmjow. "I will return shortly with both Szayel and a change of clothing for her. If she awakens before I return, do call for me." With a graceful bow to him, Nozomi smiled then departed the room upon graceful steps.

"Damn," he muttered after crossing the room.

He dragged out a chair from a simple table to the edge of the bed then sat heavily with his legs stretching out before him. He crossed his arms to his partially clothed chest as he placed a foot to the end of the bed so he could rock the chair back and balance himself. His eyes drifted closed as he leaned his head back and began to rock the chair with the subtle motion of his foot. What was he supposed to do now, wait for Nozomi to return with Szayel? Very well. If he had nothing else to do but wait, he might as well get comfortable.

Shinji couldn't sleep. His mind was turning too fast for rest to claim dominance in his struggle to rest. So many thoughts, so many worries and so many concerns, twisted and turned within his thoughts. With every minute of every day, Aizen was gathering his forces and creating new creatures to destroy anything he deemed fit to extinguish. There was no way Shinji was going to let that happen. Sōsuke needed to pay for all that he had done, to the Visoreds and to Shinji and Kazumi a century ago. Now that she had returned to him, Shinji had a duty to protect her from Sōsuke, to make amends for failing her.

With a heavy and pained sigh, Shinji tightened his arms about Kazumi while pressing closer to her. He nuzzled her hair and drew in a deep lungful of her scent, a delightful mixture of sex. She was sound asleep; he could hear the soothing sounds of her breaths and felt the gentle rise and fall of her naked breasts beneath his arm. He spread his fingers over her heart to feel the delicate thumping from within her slender chest. He needed reassurance that she was alive.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and brushed his lips to her shoulder. He heard a little mew in the form of her sleepy response and smiled when she moved closer to him as if seeking out the warmth and the security that he offered her. He drifted his deadly fingers along her naked arm, brushing back locks of her hair so he could touch her cheek. He didn't want to wake her. In fact, he was almost afraid to touch her, afraid that she and this moment would suddenly vanish and leave him alone and empty once again.

There was nothing to fear. Shinji was with his Kazumi again, his true love - his heart - his soul - his life - his everything.

He nuzzled her hair as he let his fingers trail back down her arm, dusting his fingertips over the curve of her hip before moving to spread across her abdomen. He thought back to that beautiful day beneath the cherry tree when Kazumi had told him that she was pregnant. Knowing that his seed had once taken root within her to produce a living soul spread a blanket of pride within him. He had been so close to being a father, but then everything crumbled.

What would happen to them now? If Aizen was defeated and all the damage between the Head-Captain and the Visoreds was repaired, would they be welcomed back to the Soul Society and accepted once again into the positions they had once held? Would the Visoreds consider returning to the Seireitei and to their comrades who had turned their backs on them, offering them as sacrifices to their politics? Could Shinji trust the Head-Captain and Central Forty-Six again? If the decision was made to return, would Kazumi return with him? Too many questions began to resurface within his mind, and they made his stomach twist with discomfort.

This was their home, not the Soul Society. Here, in the World of the Living, there was no Central Forty-Six making decisions on who could live or who could die based upon the rules of the Seireitei. Here, they could live in freedom within the laws of the mortal world. He and Kazumi could share passion filled days and erotic nights; they could share their dreams and create their future together.

Sighing, Shinji leaned over her so he could brush his lips against her cheek. "I promise you,' he said softly as he kissed her cheek again, 'that, when this is all over, we'll go someplace far away where nobody can find us. We'll be happy again, and, if you want, we'll work on having another child."

He closed his eyes and tucked her tighter within his arms. "I'll be the best dad to our child and the best man to you. I'll make you happy this time, I promise."

As Shinji's mind began to drift into the comforting embrace of sleep, his hand slid over one of Kazumi's naked breasts. He heard, through his hazed mind, his lover murmur something within her sleep, so he spread his fingers over her flesh, seeking out the needed beat of her heart…if…to…

…just feel…

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