Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anime I write about but I do own the story idea. If I did own Bleach then Ichigo would be the King and have a harem of arrancar lovers… Oh how wonderful that would be!
Warning for boy x boy, YAOI, if you don't like it then please don't read and bash my story!
Chapter 3: Slave?
Ulquiorra's passive green eyes ghosted over the male before he spoke again. "The Karakura Village was to offer up a female sacrifice of the same last name this year, yet you come to us instead. Care to shed light upon what circumstances brought this about?" His voice was still monotone and emotionless but it sounded more like a command to Ichigo than a request or question.
Grimmjow noticed how Ichigo's eyes narrowed when Ulquiorra mentioned the other Kurosaki, meaning that the two were close, he was protective of her. He smirked inwardly, saving that bit of information for later. "Her name is Orihime and she is my sister. I took her place as Karakura's sacrifice, as I would gladly do a thousand times over." The hidden power and threat behind his words had Grimmjow grinning.
Hell yeah, this male would be different than all the others. He would definitely keep the King entertained for a long while.
"Sacrifice, no. You are more like a slave since you won't die anytime soon. Slave, come here." The condescension in the arrancar's voice and the smug smirk on his face had Ichigo forcing down a growl but not before his upper lip lifted in a snarl. He approached the King, the tyrant that could end him with a flick of his claws, his village and his sister with a simple command, and stood before him.
Grimmjow's eyes roved over Ichigo's form, the smirk still in its place on his lips, his chiseled jaw resting against his closed fist. "Get on your knees and bow, slave." Ichigo clenched his teeth, knowing it would be best not to refuse but he still had his pride and bowing to an arrogant male such as the King nearly killed him.
Ulquiorra watched the interaction, knowing that Grimmjow was playing with his new 'toy' and enjoying it quite a lot at that. He couldn't blame him for wanting to have a little fun; after all, the other sacrifices were usually trembling in fear and pathetic weeping piles of trash by now. His newest sacrifice was the complete opposite.
He posed as a challenge to the King and a challenge had been what Grimmjow was craving for who knows how long. Ichigo slowly lowered his body to kneel on one knee, his raging eyes never leaving Grimmjow's. The feral grin on the tyrant's face spoke with barely hidden threats of violence and mischief, showing that Grimmjow was truly enjoying himself and was already planning what he could do with Ichigo in the future.
Grimmjow rose from his throne with all the grace of his feline demeanor, tail swaying back and forth behind him. As he stood tall before Ichigo's kneeling form he roughly grabbed Ichigo by his jaw and forced his head to tilt upwards so his face could be seen more clearly, his black claws digging into Ichigo's skin, almost enough to make him bleed but not quite.
The grin was reined in to a smirk, one that Ichigo wanted to tear off of the King's face. "You'll do, for now. Perhaps you will be able to entertain me longer than the others, and for your sake I hope you do…"
With that the King let go of his jaw, tossing his hand to the side as he did, purposely to knock Ichigo off balance. Ichigo fell to the floor, a crumpled pile but he looked up to glare at the tyrant King's back. Ulquiorra watched the exchange and how the sacrifice's eyes flashed for a brief moment from their chocolate/black to gold and black as he glared at the King's retreating form.
Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed slightly and he replayed the scene over in his mind. The sacrifice was human but those eyes that had been revealed in the flash or lack of control had been the eyes of a hollow. 'It seems that this one is more unique than we thought.'
Ulquiorra turned away from the boy to follow after his King, addressing the guards over his shoulder before leaving the room. "Show him to his room and get him cleaned up. Filth is not welcome here."
Ichigo couldn't help but bristle at the pale arrancar's words, sounding like they had been directed at him, speaking of him as nothing more than dirt, hearing the arrogance and contempt in his monotone voice. Before the guards could grab at his arms or clothes he rose with grace that surprised the guards. They masked their surprise before leading him to one of the many empty rooms within the palace.