Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm… or Ichi…or any part of Bleach…sniff
Author's Note: M'Kay This is probably gonna be an AizenxIchi with the way things are going now… Ah…GrimmxIchi's my OTP… Oh well. My other story's probably gonna be tha' so I'm okay… Anyway, here you go! (And tell me if you find errors!)
AizenxIchigo : 7 votes
GrimmjowxIchigo: 4 votes
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As soon as the cero had been fired, Grimmjow, Noitora, and Uliquorra turned to Ichigo, still on the ground. His eyes had been wide with horror as the cero had blasted but didn't move from his location. Aizen began walking back inside the inner fortress of Las Noches and Ichigo followed. The Espada, curious at everything that had occurred, followed behind the two. While walking, Aizen quirked a finger to Uliquorra and the stoic Espada shunpoed in one step till he was close to Aizen.
He nodded after receiving orders and turned, gesturing for the Espada and Ichigo to stop. The orange haired boy with the large sword on his back still seemed dazed at everything that had happened but was slowly regaining his former stubborn attitude. His hazel eyes blazed At Uliquorra and he wordlessly challenged the Espada. Uliquorra bowed calmly and Ichigo was instantly mollified.
Please follow me." Uliquorra said, as Aizen disappeared from everyone's view. Ichigo and the two other Espada were led inside Las Noches. The first to speak after Aizen had left was not Uliquorra.
"Why'd you stay behind shinigami?" Noitora asked bluntly. Ichigo didn't reply. Instead, Uliquorra gave the reason.
"He is a guest and not to be harmed."
Grimmjow spoke next. "And he's a vizard Noitora. Ya know that." Ichigo didn't reply. The four walked down several corridors and Noitora left after a while to chase his own interests. Grimmjow made to do so but was stopped by Uliquorra who promptly gestured for the orange haired boy to step forward.
"Kurosaki will reside in the room across from yours Grimmjow." The two scowled and glared at each other. "You will also escort Kurosaki around Las Noches and Hueco Mundo." Ichigo butted in before Grimmjow could.
"Why him?!" Grimmjow scowled even deeper at Ichigo's protest.
"Why can't Yami take him?" Grimmjow asked.
Uliquorra responded easily and without emotion. "Yami is too weak and everyone else who has the free time to escort him would just as easily kill him."
"So you think I won't kill the brat?"
"We're too even to have a quick battle and/or death."
The two turned to Ichigo who had spoken. He still wore his deep scowl but seemed resigned. Uliquorra nodded and gestured. "I must go now. Grimmjow, his quarters will be the one across from yours; the one with a zero on the door. There is an Espada/Fraccion meeting in an hour. Please bring Kurosaki after you two clean up." After finishing, he shunpoed down the hall, not allowing the two to comment.
Grimmjow and Ichigo glared at each other for a while before Ichigo broke the silence. "Well shall we; Sexta Espada?" he said sarcastically. Grimmjow veiled his emotions, staring at Ichigo for a moment, before whirring around and setting off at a light shunpo. Ichigo followed him, wondering about Grimmjow's stern expression.
The two stopped at a corridor far away from the center of Las Noches. Grimmjow gestured to the white door with a large spiky six around eye level. He growled, "My door; my rooms. No fucking exploring in my quarters without my fucking permission got it?" Ichigo opened his mouth to retort but Grimmjow continued, gesturing to the door across the corridor. "Tha's your quarters. No one's been living there for quite some time. Dunno why."
Ichigo blinked and tried the door knob. The tall but thin door opened and he gaped at what was inside. The walls of what seemed to be the living room were white. There was a black set of sofas and what looked to be a ton of black and white bean bags littering the ground. One high window on the left showed the sickle moon. The right side had a double set of doors in the corner as did the wall in front of them. The doors were stark black.
Grimmjow slid in behind him and whistled appreciatively. "Nice quarters for a guest. Almost as big as mine and definitely bigger than Yami's," he commented. Ichigo stumbled onto the black loveseat and sprawled there as Grimmjow inspected what was behind the doors. His voice trailed out behind him. "Hmm… living quarters: Spa bath, closet, nice bed." He left the living quarters. "Oy, you've got more black stuff than any of us!" Ichigo nodded absentmindedly and followed Grimmjow into the other set of doors.
The vizard bumped into something hard and raised his head only to discover that he'd smacked into Grimmjow's back. The teal haired Espada glanced back at him. "Hey, ya pretty short ain't ya?" Ichigo scowled again. Now that the two were standing together, the height difference was obvious. The top of Ichigo's head only reached Grimmjow's mouth.
The orange haired boy stepped back and asked curtly, "Why'd ya stop?" Grimmjow turned to what was behind the door.
"Tha's why." Ichigo blinked. There was nothing behind the door except for a wall. Why was there a wall behind a door?
"Oy, red!" Grimmjow had stepped back into the center room.
Ichigo called out. "My hair's orange, not red and I've got a name you know!" He walked back to the center room to see Grimmjow sprawled on the sofa, clothes smearing blood and sand all over.
"Get off the sofa, you're all dirty!" Ichigo went over and promptly began shoving the teal haired arrancar off the sofa. The man grinned, with a large shove, pushed Ichigo to the ground and stood, leaned over him. Ichigo tensed at the position they were in but Grimmjow continued grinning.
"Whatever man; Some shit arrancar will come clean it up later." He began walking to the door. "I'm taking a bath and changing. You should too." He looked pointedly at the vizard's torn up uniform that threatened to slip of his hips and shoulders. Ichigo noticed and, blushing, pulled his hakama up. Grimmjow's grin grew even wider. "Aw, ya all red. See ya in a few minutes red." Grimmjow walked out the door, leisurely turning his back on the red faced boy.
"It's orange!" Ichigo finally yelled at the figure half way through opening his own door. Grimmjow didn't reply and closed his door behind him.
Ichigo went to his large bathroom and promptly picked the spa over the standing shower. He dropped Zangetsu next to the tub and readied the water. Upon finding a small box that read "clothes", Ichigo dropped his dirty ones into what was looked like the dirty laundry chute. Then he lowered his aching body into the warm water and began to scrub, recount the events that had just happened.
"Please be silent until you are healed," Aizen had said. Suddenly, a copy of Aizen split off and walked down to him. He struggled to get up but his wounds didn't allow him.
"What do you want?!" Ichigo yelled at him and dimly realized no one else responded to the fact that he had yelled.
"I would like to make you a deal," Aizen replied calmly. He walked closer to the orange haired boy on the ground and stated the terms. "I will return Inoue Orihime to the real world as well as your friends and the shinigami. In return, you will stay in Las Noches and obey my rules. The minute you disobey and/or escape, I will order the killing of your friends." Ichigo gulped and thought quickly, glancing at the battlefield.
If he said no, Aizen would most likely kill a lot, if not all, of his friends. He was just a fighter but they could be so much more. Ichigo spared a glance at the captains who had just arrived and was relieved to see Rukia in Byakuya's arms and seemingly alive. Within a few seconds, the rest of his friends had arrived, mostly unharmed.
A smooth hand brushed his cheek and Ichigo jerked his head around. Aizen was kneeling close to him, one hand curved around his jawbone. Ichigo made to jerk away but Aizen held his jaw in a bruising grip. "I will allow your friends and the shinigami to return alive if you stay. Hurry Kurosaki-kun, my offer does not stand forever." Ichigo gulped again but could not bring himself to reply. He wanted to help his friends but he also didn't want to give himself up to them. Luckily Aizen decided for him in the next sentence he spoke.
"Would you agree if your friends agreed?" Ichigo looked up and nodded quickly. He didn't want the problem on his hands, his already blood stained hands. Aizen nodded as well and walked back to join his copy that was talking to the shinigami group.
Hearing returned to him, Ichigo stood and listened as Aizen told Inoue to stop healing him and told Byakuya to wake Rukia. He listened as Aizen stated the trade loosely and listened as Rukia yelled yes without the least bit if hesitation. His heart fell as Aizen turned to him.
"Do you hear that?"
"Yes," He had replied. "I understand. I accept." He shot a fleeting glance at the group, noticing that none of them seemed to care that they'd traded him away so easily. The rest of his hope was crushed as the group began to leave. The fact that Aizen never mentioned his name while explaining the trade never occurred to him as his mind grew numb.
Ichigo blinked and dragged his mind back to the present. He finished washing and dried himself with white towels folded neatly on a shelf. He opened the box of clothes and cursed, dropping them. A white outfit trimmed with black pooled out onto the ground. He wished he hadn't dumped his old clothes away.
Ichigo dressed hesitantly after the moment's hesitation, noting that the fabric was soft. The outfit contained a pair of white hakama much like Grimmjow's with an overly long black sash. The upper half was a zip up white vest with a collar that could be zipped too. He left the collar open, the black zipper dangling low on his chest, and put on the black socks and tan sandals. Finally, he picked up the last piece of clothing. The coat(1) looked just like the invert of his bankai one complete with the wide frayed edges at the bottom. The only difference was an almost invisible zipper that went from around his waist area to the middle of his chest.
A knock on the bathroom door alerted him as he was strapping his sword onto his back. He opened the door to reveal Grimmjow standing in clean clothes, hair slightly wet. "C'mon," the teal haired man said, and dragged Ichigo out by one shoulder.
Ichigo yanked his arm out of the teal haired Espada's grasp but continued following him as the two strolled down corridor after corridor. Grimmjow looked at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye.
"Nice outfit." Ichigo blinked and looked at the Espada.
"Wha?" Grimmjow scowled at Ichigo's half reply.
"Jeez, it was a fucking compliment! Don't look so surprised!" Ichigo blinked, and then looked away.
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"'Cause ya stayin' for a while yeah? Besides, the outfit suits ya." Ichigo felt a small blush grow on his cheeks but could think of nothing to say.
"Thanks," He muttered after a while.
"s'okay. Hey, after the meeting, ya wanna fight?" Ichigo glared at the larger man who was grinning easily at him.
"You wanna lose again?"
"Hell no! I'm gonna win this time!"
"Yeah right! I'm stronger!"
"Fuck you're stronger. We got almost the same reiatsu levels!"
"That must mean I fight better then; since I won."
"Nah! You just got fucking lucky."
"It wasn't luck! It was skill!"
"Oh? What sort of skill might you have, Berry head?"
"More than you! And don't call me Berry head!"
"Berry head!"
"Shut the hell up!"
Their bickering continued to echo down the halls as they walked. All the arrancar that came upon them were shocked. Grimmjow rarely spoke to anyone casually except across the battlefield. He was well known as the Espada with the shortest fuse and the hottest temper but here he was, yelling at some shinigami wearing a white outfit and enjoying himself. Even more, the shinigami was yelling back and Grimmjow hadn't attack him.
Most of the arrancar dismissed it as Espada behavior but the few Fraccion that saw them stored the information later. Anyone that could talk to the Sexta Espada like this would be useful later on. For what purpose, they had no idea but their patrons would know.
Grimmjow stopped the yelling match a corridor from the meeting place and Ichigo, sensing Girmmjow's mood become serious, stopped the banter as well. The two stopped at the door and Grimmjow took a deep breath. He opened one of the two large doors and stepped in. Ichigo followed him into the large room and gasped at the sight.
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Author's Note: Ah… I can't believe I'm doing this on FINALS WEEK… You guys are lucky man… Ichi & Grimm are pounding on my head! I can feel them threatening me! I must write! Lol j/k. Eh.. The voting'll go for 1 more chapter. This is the last one… unless I change the story... which happens when plot bunnies try to run away from me…Review and Vote!
(1) Okay, maybe coat is a bad name for it but what else can I call it?