Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Ichimin was currently laying against the wall of a random Las Noches hallway, sitting in a dark corner and hoping not to be seen. Though blending in was kind of difficult, considering the blood on her uniform. It was a shallow wound, had stopped bleeding by now, but still marked her out more than she already was. Now Ichimin truly knew what it was like for an ex-shinigami to fall out of favor with Aizen; it meant anyone could do anything with her, and she wouldn't be able to raise a hand against them. She needed her Kyokkou to do any sort of damage, and Aizen still had it. She was unarmed, because Ichimin was still terrified of using Kido or Hado.
A familiar reiatsu passed by; not familiar, not very much, but she could recognize it. Ichimin needed somewhere to sleep, and maybe this person wouldn't give enough of a fuck to care if she slept in a corner or not. Or he could rape her to death. Fuck, either one sounded better than laying around in an icy cold hallway and waiting for Gin to get bored enough to find her and do whatever he felt like. Ichimin stood, suppressing what little reiatsu she'd recovered as she followed his steps like a shadow. If he noticed her, he didn't give any sign of it and merely slipped into his room, with Ichimin waiting a moment for some other Arrancar to leave his room. They did, four or five of them, probably out to do whatever they felt like. Kill, maim, rape, whatever. She was giving enough risk as it is, knocking on his door after they were gone. She crossed her arms over her bloody chest and stared up as Grimmjow Jeagerjaques opened the door and stared at her like she was some sort of freak.
"The fuck you here?" He half-asked, half-demanded while eying the blood on her clothes. "Aizen's being a dick and Ichimaru's fond of carving me up. I got nowhere." she told him, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, so?" She closed her eyes at the response, garnering her will before answering. "I let you sleep in my room. You owe me the same." Ichimin deadpanned, before staring straight at him. They stared off for a moment, before Grimmjow moved aside a bit and gestured inside. "Get the fuck inside before I change my goddamn mind." He told her, and she slipped inside and found the corner of the room, laying on the floor and rolling away to face the wall. "Thanks." She told him, before hearing footsteps coming towards her and feeling herself being dragged to her feet by her hair. All Ichimin did was grit her teeth and bite her lip a bit, staring hard at him as he stared right through her. "Hey bitch, I never told you that you could lay down." Grimmjow growled in her face, and Ichimin was so far past afraid that she didn't even blink. "You never fucking told me I couldn't, stupid shit." She snapped, half-waiting for a cero through the face. Instead, she got punched. In the mouth. With reiatsu added to it. Needless to say, Ichimin hit the floor pretty fucking hard. She landed face down on the cold white floor, already feeling pain blooming in her mouth. Grimmjow watched her move from the floor a bit, hair hanging to hide her face from him.
"Everyone got some sort of kink for beating the shit out of me?" She asked rhetorically from the floor, flipping her hair out of her face and spitting on the floor. Tooth, great. Two teeth, as she spat a second out. The blood ran from her split lip, and she didn't really give a fuck. Way, way past giving a fuck about anything that happened to her. "Fuck, I don't even care anymore. Kill me, you'd be doing me a goddamn favor." She growled, moving right to her knees, kneeling in front of him. Something was gone now, something was propelling her on in that ideal. If this man was going to kill her, by god, he'd better do it now.
"Kill me! Kill me right now! Do it, Grimmjow! Kill me!!" She shouted, her voice strong yet strained, as she kneeled before a surprised Grimmjow. Ichimin didn't have the slightest bit of fear in her eyes, and only desperation was in her voice as she begged the Sexta Espada for death. Aizen, Ichimaru, the Arrancar, the loss, the abandonment, the violence, the looming shade of death, the everything was crashing down on her at this exact moment. When Grimmjow didn't respond, just stared at her, Ichimin couldn't stop herself from going on. "I'm sick of Las Noches! Not fit to be here, not at all! I'm a goddamn alcoholic with shellshock and abandonment issues, for fuck's sake! Do you really think I'm happy to live here?? Hell no! I want you to kill me, because the only man that I've truly loved was a sham! A lie! An...illusion." The fervor of her voice died down here, sinking down into a quiet tone. "I'm...alone, alright? I can never leave, I've got nowhere left to go...and I doubt Aizen would let me leave anyway. Even if I did fall back into Aizen's favor, let him do as he wished with me, played to his every whim, I'd never be happy. Me and him, there's no affection in the relationship that isn't possessive, isn't dominating. And if I could even go back to Seireitei, somehow, what would I have to look forward to? It's a world where the equivalent of Heaven is to live in poverty within Rukongai, lorded over by death gods generally more interested in getting into fights with each other than doing their jobs." Ichimin muttered, closing her eyes. "My faith in this world, in any world at all is gone." She spoke quietly, hanging her head in something akin to shame, or maybe it was just defeat in every way. She moved down now, from just her knees to hands and knees, groveling at Grimmjow's feet.
"So kill me. Please...please, just kill me." Ichimin begged Grimmjow, and she could hear nothing but silence for a good long while. Eventually though, the sound of a blade being drawn reached her ears and she braced herself for him to decapitate her, end her life with a sort of mercy that she wouldn't have expected from a hollow. The cheery, genial alcoholic content with drowning her sorrows in cheap alcohol was long gone now; all the happiness was ripped from her forcibly by none other than the man she'd loved, in the attempt to make her a complacent queen attending to his every whim and wish. Better to die now, with some semblance of her mind and honor left intact. She heard him step back, preparing to end her life, and braced herself. Maybe she would end up with a happy life reincarnated into a human being. Yes, maybe she could become an alcoholic again. Wouldn't that be nice?
The edge of a ragged blade pressed under her chin, moving upwards to turn her head so that she was looking up at Grimmjow. Instantly did Ichimin catch a kick right to the face, sending her sprawling across the white floor, making her incredibly dizzy from the pure force of it. "Stupid bitch. Like hell I'll give you the satisfaction of havin' me kill you. If you're gonna die, why don't you off your own damn self instead of making me do all the fucking work." Grimmjow proclaimed, and Ichimin sat up holding her bloody nose with more than a bit of confusion on her part.
"Wait...hunh?" She spoke in pure confusion, offhandedly noticing that her nose was broken. Grimmjow was sheathing his Zanpakuto again, staring her down disgustedly. "Don't you fucking 'hunh' me. If you had any fucking pride at all, you'd be thinking of ways to fuck Aizen over instead of just fucking rolling over and dyin'. Guess I shouldn't have expected anything more from a stupid fucking whore of Aizen's, though. My fucking bad." Jeagerjaques scorned her, before spitting on the woman at his feet and walking off. Needless to say, Ichimin was beyond dumbfounded as she sat on her ass with a broken nose and a reason to live. It wasn't a very good one, and she would likely lose the ability to do that over time, but it would keep her alive for now. Grimmjow dropped on his couch, rolling away from her and Ichimin pondered the way to get to Aizen the worst.
An idea. One that would equal kicking Aizen right in the crotch.
Grimmjow had his eyes closed and his back turned to her, not even keeping tabs on Ichimin. He really didn't give a shit what she did, only vaguely paid attention to the sound of her standing and walking. He did notice, however, when she grabbed him by the shoulder and forcibly rolled him onto his back, before straddling his waist and glaring right down at his caught off-guard face.
"Piss off Aizen? I can think of one good thing that I'd be able to do right now." She spoke lowly, and roughly while splaying her hands on his chest.
Alright. Grimmjow had been expecting some sort of reaction. But...yeah. Not this one. Since when did breaking a woman's nose and knocking out a couple teeth mean she was going to come onto you? Never happened to him before now. "The...the fuck? Get the hell off me!" He snapped, attempting to buck her off. Ichimin dug in her nails, noticing that she wasn't breaking the skin because of that hierro the hollows had been talking about now and then.
"Go fuck yourself; you're the one that didn't kill me, I get to do what I want. I've got a reason to live because of you, so you better fucking sit back and enjoy it." Ichimin snapped at him beneath her, already moving off him and working her fingers under the edge of his hakama. Grimmjow shot up to a sitting position, getting ready to shove her back when she started.
Well, of all the things Grimmjow Jeagerjaques had expected to happen today, getting blown by the Lady of Las Noches (pending) hadn't been one of them. Nope. Not in the slightest.
He didn't shove her off after all, more or less settled back and let her do as she pleased, which was currently something he liked. A lot. Ichimin herself didn't all that much mind being on her knees giving oral to a man she didn't really know beyond kicking her in the teeth. Not like she hadn't ever sucked off a complete stranger to get money before. In fact, she didn't mind at all just for the opportunity to fuck Aizen over royally if the situation gave her the option. What was quickly turning into a sort of game between herself and the Sexta was that he wasn't making any noise or appreciative sounds, and she knew he was doing it on purpose so as not to give her the satisfaction of a job well done. Too bad for Grimmjow that Ichimin prided herself in giving a pretty good blowjob. Ah, the days in Rukongai were coming right back to her. She pulled off him, staring the Sexta dead in the eye.
"You're not gonna win this game, Sexta. What Aizen don't know is that the lovely sordid past I've got in the Seventy-Ninth sector includes a stint in a brothel."
Right about then she started again, making sure to show him about that nice gag reflex she didn't have. Then Ichimin heard him growl a bit under his breath, more like a low purr than anything. "Oh fuck yes." He mumbled, before Ichimin felt him thread his fingers through her hair and forcibly speed her pace up a bit. Not long at all before the bastard pulled her off and made sure to get her right in the fucking face.
"You asshole!" She snapped, wiping her face off as he did himself back up. It was silent for a moment before she heard him speak again.
"Why? Any sort of goal you accomplish by sucking dick?" Grimmjow queried as she finished cleaning her face off, moving up from her knees with a bit of a sigh. "I'll never be able to resist Aizen, Jeagerjaques. He's got his claws too deep in me for me to do the slightest against him. But..." Ichimin trailed off, smoothing out her clothes with her hands and offhandedly checking to see if her nose was still bleeding.
"Maybe the next time Aizen kisses me, I can get the satisfaction of knowing that he's tasting your dick." She grinned wryly at him over her shoulder, before seeing Grimmjow grin back conspiratorily. "You're a fucking slut, you know that?" the Sexta smirked, closing his eyes and crossing his arms behind his head, before opening one to keep an eye on her. Ichimin's grin faded down to a sad sort of smile, as she shook out her hair and made sure her face was clean enough so as not to be suspect.
"Yeah, I know." Ichimin sighed, heading for the door. When she reached it, Ichimin tossed a wave over her shoulder back to the Sexta. "Hey, if Aizen takes me back and I ever get pissed off at him again, you wouldn't mind me using you like a revenge vibrator, would you?" She queried, and Grimmjow shook his head slightly. "Not a bit." He told her, and she slipped out the door while looking for Aizen. Now she was past her old pride and any sort of self-respect holding her back. If she was going to survive in Las Noches, then she'd have to develop a new set of morals.
"I'm gonna lose, but I'm ready to go toe-to-toe with you again, Sosuke Aizen." Ichimin Kumorigachi told the empty hallway, already preparing to lose.