Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anime I write about. I do however own the story idea. If I did own Bleach then Aizen would have remained as a little glasses wearing geek and Hichigo would have been the one to take over, reigning over reapers, hollows, and humans, long live the King!
Warning for Boy x Boy, YAOI, if you don't like it then please don't read and bash my story.
Chapter 2: A Bored Tyrant
The King sat upon his throne, bored and annoyed. Grimmjow had quickly grown tired of his last sacrifice and after only a few nights with her, he killed her. Life in the castle was dull and uneventful, everyone feared him so no one dared start a war and his 'toys' provided him with little amusement. His new sacrifice was taking too long to get to him for his liking. Honestly how long did it take to drag a person from their village and throw them at his feet?
A growl rumbled through his chest, a small indication of his impatience. Ulquiorra, his highly trusted second in command came striding gracefully and silently into the room, his blank deep green gaze falling onto his king. To any other the look was hollow and emotionless but Ulquiorra had been by Grimmjow's side from the beginning of his rule, hundreds of years before. He recognized that look, it said have patience or you won't like the consequences.
Grimmjow sighed, his white armored tail flicking slightly. "The sacrifice this time is different." He raised a sky blue eyebrow at Ulquiorra's cryptic words. "Oh? How is this whore any different than the others?"
The side of Ulquiorra's mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile or smirk. Either was rare but they did make appearances on the arrancar, especially when it was at the King's expense. "This one has bright orange hair like the rising and setting sun and… the sacrifice is a man."
He watched as the King blinked his startling blue eyes, trying to absorb and understand his monotone words. A vein in Grimmjow's temple began to throb, evidence of when he finally understood and did not, by any means, like what he heard. "Those idiots brought me a man as a sacrifice?!" His sharp teeth peeked out from behind his lips as he snarled. His voice was contained and low, barely veiling the anger and annoyance held in his words.
It amused Ulquiorra to see his King like this; it was a rare treat to see Grimmjow's fur ruffled. "Yes, but I sense that there is something different about him. While I watched the guards escort him onto the threshold he walked tall, not the walk of a slave or sacrifice, not even that of one who is about to die. He reminded me of a god of death, calm, collected and proud."
Grimmjow had calmed down considerably but was still fuming on the inside. Males weren't his type and usually were by far less fun. They didn't have big bouncy breasts or blush cutely when embarrassed or aroused and most definitely did not moan softly when touched, their moans did not satisfy him. Men didn't interest him. Sighing, yet again, he stretched his lithe and toned body across his throne.
His ears perked up as he heard the doors to the throne room open. Cerulean eyes widened as he gazed upon the sacrifice given to him this year from the Karakura village. It was male like Ulquiorra had said and his hair was indeed orange but his description left out far too many other factors.
The boy's body was lean and muscled, skinny, but radiated power. His eyes were the color of black tea and he believed they would have seemed warm and inviting, like chocolate, any other time but now they were hard and cold, bitter. They were defiant and proud, not the eyes of a walking dead man. He did not look nor act like a sacrifice and there was something about him that Grimmjow couldn't place but it intrigued him.
Grimmjow slowly moved his body so he sat straight in his throne, his eyes never leaving the sacrifice before him, leaning slightly forward so he could get a better look at the male. Ulquiorra had a smirk on his face, seeing his King so enthralled by this male even when he had been complaining and growling about getting a male sacrifice this year was truly satisfying.
Ulquiorra's eyes shifted from his King to the male sacrifice. He did have an aura around him that was unlike any other human he had seen before. "State your name, human."
As Ulquiorra spoke the male's eyes shifted to look upon him with defiance and fire in the depths of his brown eyes. The sacrifice scowled at the arrancar that had spoken. "I am Ichigo Kurosaki of the Karakura Village."