A Bleach yaoi fanfiction~ Don't like it? Don't read it!! Not exactly my best work, though...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tite Kubo's characters~!!
PAIRING: AizenXGrimmjow. Hints of AizenXUqui and GinXUlqui...
WARNINGS: Graphic yaoi, lots of violence and naughty language!
Chapter One: Temper Tantrums
SMACK! CRASH! BASH! CLANG!
The usual noises echoed throughout the large corridors of Las Noches from one particular room. Down the hallway from said room, Ulquiorra stood beside Gin staring blankly.
"... Grimmjow's awake." Gin mused aloud, tapping his chin. Ulquiorra closed his eyes in a calm manner.
"Yes... Grimmjow really knows how to make a racket..." He murmured coolly. Gin grinned mischievously.
"I love this time of the day. It's like watching a girl on her period. He goes coo-coo and tears up everything. Poor kitty. Probably lonely." He cooed. Ulquiorra glanced at him out the corner of his eye.
"... If you care so much, go join him... His childish antics irritate me." He replied, then turned on his heel. Gin didn't follow and watched him go with the same grin on his face.
"Haha, that's funny, Ulquiorra..." He called after, then turned around in time for the door to Grimmjow's room to come flying off and smashing into the wall across the hall. Gin sweated.
"Oh my. Someone's in a bad mood... Better report that." He sighed and vanished down the hallway just as Grimmjow came stomping out of his room. Blood streamed in thick globs down his arms, pooling down at his feet, soaking his shoes. His white hakama was stained with the same red liquid. His brilliant blue eyes glowed bright with anger, strands of his icy blue hair falling in his face.
"Fucking fuck fuck fuuuuck..." He growled to himself, wincing only a bit at the pain in his arms. Glass shards stuck out in all different directions of his arms, results of his temper tantrum.
He just about had it with all the rules in Hueco Mundo. He was oh so tempted to try and leave, but he knew that wasn't possible. In a dog eat dog world, there was no choice, but to stay and kick ass.
However, his hellish mood was stripped from him when a single sound.
His stomach.
A loud grumbling emitted from his stomach, oddly enough. Grimmjow always wondered how that worked, seeing as he had a gaping black hole at the center of his abdomen....
Shrugging it off, Grimmjow turned to look for food and found himself staring at Aizen, who had that false smile plastered on his face. He froze for a second, then took a step back quickly, frowning.
"Lord Aizen..." He mumbled as a greeting. Aizen kept smiling.
"Grimmjow... You've made quite a mess here, haven't you? Another one of your temper tantrums, I presume?" He asked, tilting his head. Grimmjow opened his mouth to make a smartass comment, but barely managed to hold it in and answer with a stiff nod. Aizen sighed.
"That temper of yours... As amusing as it is, you should really try anger management classes-"
"And I'd be glad to help~" Gin asked, popping up from behind Aizen comically with a grin. Grimmjow sent him a killer glare, his blue eyes flashing. Gin ducked again.
"Such a scary look, Grimmjow. If looks could kill, we'd all be dead." He snickered joyfully. Grimmjow tensed up in anger, but the look Aizen immediately made him drop into submission.
"Grimmjow, if you'd be so kind as to take a break... Go to the other end of Las Noches and get those wounds of yours checked out now, hm?" Aizen asked. Grimmjow merely looked at him, his head still held down. Aizen had to smile.
The look Grimmjow was giving him reminded him of a look that a scolded puppy might give its owner. Only Grimmjow was pouting, heavens no! Quite the opposite. It was more like a scowl.
"Gin, let us alone... I'd like to walk Grimmjow to get his wounds healed."
"Of course. Have fun~" Gin turned on his heel and made for a quick get away. Aizen then brushed past Grimmjow, heading down the hallway, then paused to notice Grimmjow was only staring after him.
"Well? What do I need to do? Drag you by a leash? Come." Aizen commanded with that friendly smile. Grimmjow stared at him blankly, but turned and followed him, glaring down at his feet as they walked.
"Such a pity that you tore up your room... Again." Aizen mused. Grimmjow shrugged as a response.
"You'll probably have to sleep somewhere else tonight..."
"... I can sleep in my own room, even if there is no bed."
"Are you sure about that?" Aizen asked. Grimmjow took quick notice to how the air was growing heavier. That meant Aizen wasn't pleased with his answer.
"..." Grimmjow didn't know how to answer without using some sort of sarcastic remark, so he only scowled. Aizen smirked.
Grimmjow, despite his manly appearance, was adorable in a way. His sadistic, cruel behavior only added to his cuteness. Although, if Grimmjow ever got wind of those thoughts, he'd go all out angry. Surely, though, he knew Grimmjow was fearful of him.
At least, that's what it seemed like...
"Grimmjow, I insist that you sleep in my room until your room is fixed up." Aizen stated suddenly. Grimmjow stopped walking and couldn't hide his glare from showing as he looked at the Soul Reaper.
"With all due respect, Lord Aizen, that's not necessary. I can sleep in my room just fine." He managed to get out past clenched teeth, his larger canines poking his lip. Aizen smiled.
Such a cute expression for such a scary guy! It was truly amazing the things you could find in an Espada.
"Yes, but I insist. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"And where would you sleep?"
"Why, in my room of course."
"Are you a faggot?" Grimmjow blurted, then immediately regretted it. Aizen looked at him for a long while as an uncomfortable silence settled between them in the large hall. Slowly, Aizen smiled.
"Of course not. Such derogatory language, Grimmjow... Might want to be careful. It could get you in trouble." He added kindly and turned to keep going. Grimmjow hesitated, then followed. As calm as he seemed, Grimmjow was fuming on the inside.
He's teasing me!! That bastard! I hate that! I hate him!! He looks at me like I'm some sort of pet to him! A pet, damn it! I'll show him pet! He'll see... Someday, that smile will be torn right off his face and settling to the bottom of my stomach... As if on cue, Grimmjow's stomach growled again. Grimmjow twitched.
He could hear a low, deep chuckle escape the man in front of him and it made him angry. Aizen was laughing at him! At him! For being hungry! What the Hell?!
"What?" Grimmjow demanded. Aizen shook his head.
"Remind me to feed you before we go to bed." He answered. Grimmjow stared at him in disbelief.
Feed you before we go to bed?! Was that a sexual remark?! He's a goddamn faggot! Che! He reminds me of Ichigo, only more annoying... What a dickhead... He thought bitterly and continued to follow Aizen, who was still smiling.
He's already mine. Now all I need to do is make proof of that. Aizen thought, hiding how devious his smile got.
A/N: Not my best work, sorry, but I had to post a Bleach yaoi since I was in the mood, but I didn't know what to write. lol. Any suggestions would be very helpful and I will hopefully gain more ideas later on, so thank you so very much for reading this! Please review, no flames please. D': First Bleach yaoi fic for me....