Here comes the next chapter. It took me forever, but it's here. :D Oh, before I get to the story. A reviewer asked about the whole claiming thing, because in the last chapter Ichigo "penetrated" himself onto Grimmjow. Claiming doesn't happen unless both parties reach climax and the "seme" cums inside, creating the bond. Incubi can have sex without being claimed, but you can figure out how. Hope that clears that up.
Warning: A little AiIchi, nothing too descriptive
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Chapter 06: The Devil and his Betrayer – Part 02
A small circular mark was left. It was purple in color and had a small Chrysanthemum right in the middle. He pulled his lips away from the smaller male's and gazed into the gold surrounded by black orbs. "You are mine now."
3 weeks before Coming of Age Ceremony
The night sky was clear and dark. The crescent moon was high and illuminated the dunes of grainy sand. It shined into Aizen's massive room and across the bed of fine red silk and violet fabrics. A figure shifted slightly and long flowing tangerine hair came into view. The moon's rays made the silky locks shine and glisten.
A moan escaped the orange haired demon as he woke from a long night's sleep. He fluttered his burnt orange lashes and slowly opened his eyes. Butter brown orbs gazed around the extravagant bedroom before lowering them to the sheets he laid upon. It had been two days since he had been taken to that castle and no matter how much he thought it was for the best, he still missed Grimmjow.
He was hurt by the fact that the blunet hadn't told him about being a prince, as well as being a hybrid and it only made him think it was a lot less heartbreaking to be there lying in Aizen's bed. He scrunched his hands up in the sheets, crinkling them between his fingers and balled himself into the fetal position. He wanted Grimmjow back, even if the man had betrayed him.
"Grimmjow," he whispered into the quiet and deserted room. He wanted no one else, but that blue haired man.
Grimmjow sat in class, his face sporting a large and noticeable black eye. He tapped his pen against the desk, feeling completely and utterly aggravated. He couldn't believe that stupid black haired demon took his Ichigo away from him. He couldn't believe that Shirosaki blamed him for it. He didn't do anything wrong. He had been paralyzed and no matter how hard he tried to move or say anything, he couldn't.
Grimmjow stared at the front of the classroom, looking at nothing particularly. He couldn't get what that demon had said to him out of his head. Him? A prince? What the hell was that even about?
He was a normal person with normal parents that looked nothing like him. Okay, maybe that was a little strange, but being a prince was just as far-fetched. He never even dreamed of being a prince, maybe being a rock-star, but that was a little more realistic. Nobody wants to be a prince in this day and age. Grimmjow sighed. His mind was going a mile a minute and he couldn't focus on one thing. He had yet to tell Shiro what that short demon had said to him, but he would eventually. Maybe he would have some answers for the confused blunet.
He squinted his eyes and hissed at the pain in his left eye as he tried to read the writing on the board. His eyes were tired and in a lot of pain. Even though two days had passed, he still couldn't get Ichigo's screams for help out of his mind. They were keeping him awake and every time he heard them, it made his heart clench. He had wanted to help Ichigo so badly and the feeling of not being able to, made him frustrated. He was now in the hands of that Aizen guy and there was no telling what the man was doing to Ichigo.
He buried his face in his hands, ignoring the throbbing pain in his eye. He needed to find Ichigo. He needed answers. He needed it so much right now that his brain felt like it would burst. He sighed and rose from his desk, ignoring the confused look from the sensei. He started to pack his books and notepads, making sure not to leave anything behind.
"Grimmjow-san, it's the middle of class. Where do you think you are going?"
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I need to leave. Sorry, sensei." He made his way down the stairs and out the door. Walking, he ignored the eyes that were penetrating his eye like it was some kind of monster. It was a black eye, for Christ's sake. They acted as if they had never seen one before and it was just annoying him to no end. He stepped out of the building and pulled his jacket tight around him. It wasn't too cold yet, but fall was around the corner and the breeze was started to lower in temperature. His phone rang and he sighed, pulling it out of his pocket and putting it to his ear.
"Hel-"
"Human! Where the hell are you?" Grimmjow frowned at the angry voice on the other end of the line.
"I do have a name, Shirosaki, and if you must know, I'm leaving class."
"Good, get your ass here, we need to talk."
"What the fuck bit you in the butt?"
"Don't fuck with me right now, Jeagerjaques. You are on my shit filled shit list."
"…Who the fuck is Jeagerjaques?"
"Just get here." The line went dead and Grimmjow looked down at his cell phone in confusion. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Shiro. He knew he was a little peeved about Ichigo being gone, but he was a little more upset than he should be. Ichigo was a grown man and he could take care of himself for a while. …At least, that's what Grimmjow hoped.
"Ichigo-sama." The orange haired demon looked over his shoulder when a quiet voice penetrated the quiet bedroom. After waking up, he found a set of white clothing sitting on the edge of the bed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move from the silky sheets around him, but he knew Aizen would be looking for him soon. He rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom the brown haired demon had showed him. The bathroom seemed larger then the bedroom and the bathtub took up more than half of the room.
He would never understand why royals had to have so much when it was only one person. A normal shower and bathtub would be fine for him. He washed himself and headed back to the bedroom. He glared down at the white clothing, already hating how plain they looked. He slid the pants over and sighed when he saw a sash that was deep red in color, happy that there was a little difference to the outfit.
He searched under the clothing and frowned when there wasn't any underwear. He waved it off and slipped into the low cut white trouser pants. He grabbed the sash and tied it at the top of the pants, letting the extra fall to the side of his hips. He grabbed the top and slipped it on over his head. The top was long sleeved, making sure to cover most of his hands. It sat right above his belly button and the opposite side of the top was open, showing off a large amount of his back. He wondered why he had to wear a top and everyone else was shirtless…except for Gin, who wore a long flowing coat.
Ichigo made his way over to the vanity and stared at himself in the mirror. He guessed the white looked okay, but he would have preferred black. He turned and noticed something in the mirror. He cocked his head to the side to get a better look and noticed the violet mark in between his shoulder blades.
"Where did that-" Ichigo stared at it for a minute before his eyes widened in realization. He remembered seeing the symbol on the carpet and in the inlay of the bathtub floor. Aizen's brand was smack-dab in the middle of his back as if he was officially owned by the man. Even after he had been propositioned to be Aizen's queen, it still hadn't sunk in that he would really be with Aizen. It was starting to sink in fast now. The fact that he was going to be mated to a man who, even though he was very handsome and charming, seemed to have a major God complex. It seemed like the world was his chessboard and everyone were the pawns. He watched and waited and when the time was right, he made his move.
Aizen was a smart man and he seemed to know what he wanted. Ichigo didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn't do anything by himself. He was a child demon surrounded by very strong and adult incubi. He didn't have the power level or the skills to take on even one, so he had to wait and hopefully someone would get to him in enough time.
"Ichigo-sama?" The orange haired demon was still staring at the servant demon, lost in his own thoughts.
"Uh, uhm yes?" He wasn't sure why the demon was calling him that. He didn't want to be someone that other people bowed down to.
"Aizen-sama requests your presence in the throne room."
"Oh…okay." He turned his body towards the servant and made his way towards to him. He followed the demon out of the large bedroom and down the hallway, watching as other incubi slightly bowed to him as he passed by. It made him frown and he looked down at his hands, so that he couldn't see anyone else bowing towards him. He listened as the anklet on him jingled as he moved and the way his trousers swished.
All his senses seemed to be heightened and he knew it was because of his heating period coming closer and closer. He hated having to deal with being painfully horny for a whole entire month. He even hated how he had to deal with other incubi during that time. Most of the time, all he wanted to do was climb into his bed and sleep the month away. He wondered what would happen now that he was with Aizen. Was he really going to be claimed by that person? Was Grimmjow going to get to him in enough time? He didn't want to think about what happened if Grimmjow or even his brother didn't show up. He just wanted to go home and enjoy spending his time with the blunet.
"We have arrived, Ichigo-sama."
"Can you please not call me that anymore?"
"But…Aizen-sama said it is required of us. You are going to be our queen." Ichigo pressed his lips together in irritation. He guessed that was why, but it still felt awkward.
"Well, it isn't necessary to call me that. Ichigo is just fine."
"Yes, Ichigo…sama." The orange haired demon sighed and rolled his eyes as he made his way into the throne room, the doors closing behind him. He looked around and noticed the place was dimly lit and empty. He furrowed his brows in frustration, wondering where Aizen was. He continued to walk until he caught sight of the stairs that led to the throne at the very top.
He started to ascend them at a slow place, looking around as he climbed to the top. He stared at the white marble throne when he got to the top and wondered if anyone could even hear him from all the way up there.
"Hello!" he yelled into the almost dark room. "…Is there anyone here?" Ichigo shivered at the way his voice echoed throughout the massive room. Where is everyone? "This is so fucking stupid! WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE!"
"Ichigo…"
"GAHHHH!" Ichigo fell over and into the seat of the throne when Aizen materialized out of the shadows. He stared wide eyed up at the expressionless brown haired man. "DON'T DO THAT!" Aizen just chuckled as he made his way closer to Ichigo and passed him by. He stood on the side of the throne, looking down at the rest of the room.
"You are such a fiery child. What are you doing up here anyway?"
"I was looking for you. This place is so dark and I thought I would be able to see you from up here. Why the hell is there a throne all the way up here anyway?"
"It's where I sit so that I can look upon my children." Ichigo sighed. This was so ridiculous.
"You wanted to see me?" Aizen turned his attention to Ichigo, gazing into the large brown eyes.
"Yes…How did you sleep?"
"I slept fine. Why do you ask?"
"You were moaning in your sleep." Ichigo frowned, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about the night before. "It sounded very…erotic. Were you dreaming about your beloved?" Ichigo stared into Aizen's eyes, seeing the anger blazing in them.
"N-no."
"Don't lie to me, Ichigo. I can find out if you were."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"I'm giving you a chance to explain why you were dreaming about someone else in my bed. You are mine or did you forget that already? Maybe I should remind you of that in a more…hands on approach."
"I-I don't remember what I dreamed about last night. It was a dream for Christ's sake!" Aizen continued to gaze at Ichigo before smiling slightly. He slowly made his way over to Ichigo and leaned over the throne, placing his hands on the armrests. Ichigo could feel the menacing aura surrounding him and he started panting when he felt the demon's spiritual pressure begin to beat down on him.
"Ichigo…you obviously don't realize what I can do to you if you even think about Grimmjow again. I wouldn't want to…accidentally make him disappear. That would be a shame." Ichigo's eyes went wide with horror and his body started to tremble. He lowered his sepia eyes and bit his lip. "Now that you are here, you are mine. Your body, your mind and your soul is mine. I hope I don't have to tell you again."
Ichigo didn't speak a word. He wanted to attack the demon in front of him, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good and he didn't want anything to happen to Grimmjow. He wished he was so much stronger than he was. That he could fight his own battles, like his brother, but he was a mere adolescent demon and there wasn't a thing he could do.
"Do I?"
"N-no, you don't have to."
"You don't have to, what?" Ichigo looked up into the silver eyes that showed fury and the body language spoke of authority.
"Um…" Ichigo tried to think of what he was suppose to say, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he was scared to say the wrong thing. "Aizen?" Ichigo gasped when he felt the spiritual pressure grow heavier and it felt like his lungs would collapse. "I DON'T KNOW!"
"What an insolent child." He pulled away from Ichigo and lowered his spiritual energy, letting Ichigo relax from it. He turned on his heel and started to descend the long, white staircase. "You shall refer to me as Sosuke-sama, since I am your king and soon to be husband." He stopped on the last step to look over his shoulder and up at Ichigo sitting on the throne, still trying to catch his breath. "Do I make myself clear, Ichigo?"
"Ye-yes…Sosuke-sama." Aizen softly smiled at Ichigo before he turned his head back around and continued to walk towards the large double doors.
"That a boy." He slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him with a large thud and leaving Ichigo alone in the darkness. He sat there with his eyes shut. His body had not stopped shaking and he felt like he could pass out at any minute. He didn't like that demon. He took back everything he said about it being better for everyone if he just mated with Aizen. He was a monster and needed to be stopped before something worse happened.
Ichigo lowered his face into his hands as he sat with his legs pulled to his chest. He wanted to go back home and be with his brother and friends. He didn't want this. He wanted to lay with his blue haired prince. He wanted to run his fingers through that silky soft hair and kiss those amazing thin lips. He wanted his lover back.
"Grimmjow…"
Grimmjow sat on the opposite side of Shiro's desk staring the man in his gold orbs. He had just arrived not too long ago and it seemed nothing else was going to happen. Shiro tapped his pen against the desk in aggravation and that was the only sound being heard throughout the small office.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Grimmjow could feel his eye twitching at the annoying sound, but made no move to slip his eyes away from Shiro's.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound was driving the blunet utterly crazy, while it didn't seem to bother the white haired demon at all. He was about to launch himself over the damn desk and punch Shiro right in his ivory colored face.
Shiro was in some kind of trance, keeping his focus on the man that let some Arrancar incubi take his little brother away. How he wanted to run his hand through his stomach and enjoy the feel of blood slipping down his forearm. He wanted to hear the man gurgle on his own blood while he smiled in satisfaction. But then he thought about how Ichigo would smile around this asshole. How his whole being had changed in front of his human…no, this …prince. This Espada hybrid prince sitting in front of him.
He had received an anonymous letter about Grimmjow's real origin and had become furious that the blue haired man was hiding this from Ichigo. He couldn't understand why the hell this man had yet to claim his brother and continued to fake being human. He had let Ichigo get away from him and now his little brother was in the hands of a perverted demon monster with a serious God complex. The man seriously thought everything revolved around his smart condescending ass and now that he had Ichigo, he only needed to take over the incubi world and become king.
That wasn't the best part though. The blue haired hybrid sitting in front of him was actually supposed to take his rightful place as king of the incubi and he was sitting here acting like he was some stupid, idiotic human. Shiro wanted to laugh his face off at how things had worked out so far. He had wanted his younger brother to be mated to a high level Espada only to find out he had fallen in love with a human who in fact was an Espada Prince and half incubi to top it off. Shiro could feel a headache coming along from all the information swimming around in his brain.
He guessed he should tell this sorry asshole in front of him that it was time to stop playing games and tell him what was really going on.
"SHIROSAKI, STOP TAPPING THAT FUCKIN' PEN!" Shiro stopped his pen mid-tap and glared at the man in front of him. Blue eyes ablaze with frustration and annoyance, made the white haired demon smirk in satisfaction. He enjoyed riling up the man in front of him. It was quite entertaining. He dropped his pen and cleared his throat. Slipping his fingers between each other, he set them down on the maple wood desk. "Now what the fuck did you want? I'm already tired of your ass."
"Testy, testy. You should control that temper of yours. It might get you killed one day." Grimmjow sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was complete and utter bullshit. He could have been doing better things, like worrying about his Ichigo in some other man's arms.
"What the hell do you want, Shirosaki? I don't have time for your playful attitude right now. If you haven't realized, your brother is sitting somewhere with a man he doesn't want to be with and you are sitting here playing." Shiro sneered at the blue haired man.
"Don't make this out to be my fault." He pointed his black nailed finger at Grimmjow. "You should have helped him."
"How the fuck could I? I was fuckin' paralyzed! How many times I gotta' fuckin' tell you that?" Grimmjow's voice cracked and it made Shiro flinch and frown at the sound. He watched as the man in front of him had an inner battle with himself and realized that maybe it wasn't entirely Grimmow's fault. "Look, if I could have helped him, I would have. Shit, if I can help him now, I would be doing it, but I can't.
"You…actually can."
"What are you babbling about? First you call me…what was it? Jeagerjaques? Then you sit here and say I can help him get away from a powerful demon. And why the hell did that black haired fucker call me a prince? Shit's getting weird." Shiro looked at Grimmjow with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that one of Aizen's followers had recognized Grimmjow. That meant that Aizen knew who Grimmjow was and still pursued Ichigo anyway. The brown haired demon had to know that Ichigo was seeing the blunet before getting into contact with him. Shiro looked down at his hands. Something didn't feel right about this whole situation.
"Shiro, tell me what the hell is going on?" Said man tilted his head up to look into Grimmjow's confused eyes. He was shocked the man had called him by his nickname instead of his full name. He sighed before reaching for the letter that had been sent to him.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, son of Nicholas Jeagerjaques and Amorina Jeagerjaques. Your father was an Espada human and your mother was a succubus. Nicholas was also King of the Espada, but since he has passed away that now makes you the King of the Espada. Your mother was the daughter of the Incubi King, but she wasn't allowed to claim the crown, so you were supposed to take her place and become King. You are to rule over both Espada and incubi."
Grimmjow stared at Shiro with in astonishment. What he was saying couldn't possibly be true. He was human. He didn't know who those people were. His parents live in a cream-colored western styled house surrounded by a dark red fence on the other side of town. They had normal jobs and lived normal lives. On the occasion they would come visit him and bring delicious food that he devoured in a millisecond, because he didn't know how to cook and if Ichigo didn't cook for him, he would probably starve to death or get fat from eating too much fast food. He was normal with normal parents. He shook his head in denial.
"That's not true. My parents live here, in Japan. They are normal humans, not royal demons or whatever."
"That's not true. I'm not sure how all this happened, but you are to be King. The incubi don't have a king at the moment and Aizen thinks he will take that job. All he needs to do is be mated with Ichigo."
"What does Ichigo have to do with any of this? Isn't he a regular hybrid just like you?"
"Ichigo is…different." Shiro slowly closed his eyes, trying to think how to explain Ichigo's situation to Grimmjow. He didn't want to ever have to tell anyone else about what happened when they were children, but if it was going to save Ichigo, he might as well.
"Shiro?"
"When Ichigo and I were little, we lived in a village populated by mostly humans. We lived with our mother and sometimes our father would visit. The people in the village knew that our mother was a succubus, but since she was kind and gentle, they were friendly with us." Shiro smiled to himself when he remembered. "We were allowed to play with other children in the town and everything was fine. Until one night." The white haired demon's face turned into that of anguish and pain. "I don't know what happened, but the people accused my mother of killing most of the men in the village. It just came out of nowhere. They had said she drained them and stole their souls. My mother would have never done such a thing. Ever."
Grimmjow watched Shiro's body shake and he could feel the pressure rise and temperature in the room drop. "What happened?"
"We were…sitting at the table about to eat dinner. Ichigo was asking me something when there was a loud banging sound at the door. The noise started getting louder and louder and we all started to hear shouting. I remember Ichigo screaming in fear and our mother coming over to huddle over us. We all watched as the front door to our home was broken into and a group of angry looking women came rushing in. They had dragged her away from us and out of our home." Shiro didn't know if he could tell the rest. He didn't like reliving those memories repeatedly.
"If you don't feel comfortab-"
"It's okay; I need to tell you this. Um, we rushed after them and stood on the porch and watched as our mother was beat to death by a group of women. They kept calling her a whore and a monster. I told Ichigo to cover his eyes, but I don't think he really listened. The more I watched, the more I realized how foul humans really were. Just because my mother was of the same species that killed innocent people she was prosecuted for a crime she didn't commit. After they finally made sure she was…dead, the men in the town took their anger out on me, raping me. I remember hearing Ichigo scream my name multiple times, but there wasn't much I could do and I was in so much pain."
Shiro ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before he continued speaking. "Something happened next that I will never forget. It all happened so fast, but I was sure of what I saw. I watched my brother the whole time through what was happening to me. I could see a dark aura coming off of him. I don't think he was aware of it, but it might be because he was a child. He was having some kind of out of body experience. I watched that black aura swirl into red before it transformed into some demon I have never seen before. It was all white with horns protruding from its head. It almost looked like a skull. There were red lines going down the face from the very top. The eyes were like mine or like when Ichigo changes. The chest had a hole in the middle with red jagged lines flowing out and wrapping around the rest of the chest. The bottom half was just dust, as if the body was fading away."
Grimmjow sat unmoving as he heard Shiro speak his and Ichigo's past. He hadn't known they had been through so much. He could see why the white haired demon hated humans. He would hate them too, if that had happened to him.
"Anyway, the demon advanced towards me with a loud scream and killed every man that was surrounding me and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Ichigo is more powerful than he knows, but I think it only shows when he's seriously in pain or afraid. He always blames himself for not being able to help, but he was the one that saved my life that night. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to freak out about it."
"So that's what makes him special?"
Shiro nodded. "No incubi could be that powerful when they are in their infant stages. Even if he is half vampire that still doesn't explain anything. I wasn't even that powerful when I was his age. I always thought he would become something more powerful, but he can't grow and advance unless he's mated with a powerful demon. The elders know there is something very special about Ichigo, but can't be for sure until he has become an adult. Now that I know what you are, I'm not surprised that you were able to withstand everything he threw at you, even if it wasn't full-blown sexual intercourse. If Aizen mates with Ichigo, their minds, souls and hearts will be bound to each other. He will be able to use Ichigo's power for his own benefit."
Grimmjow's head was throbbing with so much information. He leaned his head back and groaned at the pain in his temples. So he was a hybrid demon prince who was supposed to mate with an unknowingly powerful incubus who would become his queen and he would take his rightful place as king. Well that was peachy. Oh let's not forget, kill the evil antagonist demon lord with a God complex, save his mate and then live happily ever after in a castle of some sort.
"I feel like I'm in some kind of supernatural novel. I wonder who's writing this amazing crap."
"This is serious, Grimmjow."
"Oh, you used my name, for the first time in weeks." Shiro glared at the blunet before sighing. He could understand where Grimmjow was coming from. It was a lot of information to take in. "Whatever. Okay, tell me, how the hell am I supposed to do all this when I can't even change into a incubus or whatever."
"…Not sure."
2 weeks, four days before Coming of Age Ceremony
The massive bedroom was filled with cries of pleasure. The unwanted need of release and the feel of shame washed over the orange haired demon. He was enjoying being touched by someone who wasn't Grimmjow. Loving the way the long cold fingers ran over his legs and the thin lips pressed themselves against his skin. Hands scrunched themselves into silken red sheets and toes curled into the dark fabrics. His skin was enflamed with heat, producing sweat that made his body glisten.
He called out a name that shouldn't be spoken in the throes of passion. He felt like he was betraying himself and the man he had come to love. His body shook as he tried hard to find his release, but it seemed impossible with the tight fit around the base of his shaft.
[Ichigo…open your eyes.]
He didn't want to. He didn't want to be reminded by who was above him. He wanted to deny the fact that Aizen was the one sending jolts up his spine and making his back arch painfully. He wanted to imagine it was his blue haired prince and that he wasn't in this castle.
[Do you want to be punished, Ichigo?]
Ichigo whined at the thought of being punished. He didn't know if it was a whine of excitement or out of fear. He slowly opened his eyelids. Tears streamed down his face as he caught sight of Aizen's silver eyes. He turned his face away, trying to ignore the piercing orbs.
"Look at me." Ichigo lowered his eyes to his hands, refusing to gaze at the man above him. He felt more pressure around his trapped cock and moaned, quickly turning his head to look up at Aizen. "There you are. See, that wasn't so hard." Ichigo just nodded, wanting this to be over soon, so he could curl into himself and blend into the bed sheets. "Lift your legs."
Ichigo did what he was told, lifting his legs and spreading them. He felt a well-oiled finger slip between his cheeks. It circled his hole before slipping in, making him whimper at the intrusion. His legs were trembling and he waited for the order to put them down. "Keep them steady now." He could feel the finger penetrating him before another slipped inside.
Aizen loved every sound coming from the tangerine's mouth. He loved the way the smaller man's body trembled at his touch, the sweet aroma wafting off of the young demon. He couldn't wait for the time to come to officially claim him as his own. Mating with Ichigo was something he was willing to wait for. When Ichigo went into his heating period he would be ripe and ready and Aizen would enjoy plucking the sweet fruit.
Incubi World
2 weeks, 2 days before Coming of Age Ceremony
Shiro had done so much research on trying to retrieve ones memories of the past. There were certain demons that could perform the ritual, but he wasn't sure if it was the safest thing to do. Now that he knew Grimmjow was a king, he had to take precautionary methods (no matter how much he didn't want to) to make sure no harm was done to Grimmjow. He had found a demon that lived in the incubi world that was able to reject certain acts throughout the person's life. It had taken him half a day to convince Grimmjow to come with him to the Incubi World and a day in and a half to find what village the demon lived in.
"Tell me again. Why do I have to wear this thing over my head?"
"You have to wear it because if somebody sees that bright ass blue hair of yours, they are going to instantly think you are the prince." Grimmjow was mostly covered in a dark brown hooded wrap, shielding his hair and eyes.
"…But I am the prince."
"Do you want a bunch of sexual demons advancing on you, just to be able to have sex with the royal prince of incubi?"
"…Good point." Shiro sighed as he looked around the village they were in. It was a small one, consisting of four or five homes. It was out in the middle of nowhere, close to where the Coming of Age ceremony was going to be taken place. Shiro thought it would be a good idea to take Ichigo back at the ceremony, since he found out that Ichigo wouldn't be in heat until the week following. For some reason all the intimacy Ichigo had been having with Grimmjow messed up his hormonal clock. It was a good advantage for Shiro and Grimmjow and they both hoped Aizen would stick to his plan of taking Ichigo during that time.
"So…do you know who this demon is?" Grimmjow asked after a while. They had been walking for a good while and the blunet wondered if Shiro knew where he was going.
"I don't know her personally, but a few demons know of her being able to reject events and injuries."
"So you think she can retrieve my memories?"
"Yeah, hopefully. If not, then I'm not sure how this is going to work." Shiro stopped in front of a small light brown hut. "This is the place." He knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
"Yes! Hello!" A busty, young, orange haired demon opened the door with a cheery greeting. Shiro and Grimmjow stood with wide eyes as they gazed at the demon, thinking it would be some old scary witch with warts and scraggly hair.
"Uhhh, are you Inoue Orihime?" Shiro asked as he eyed the demon.
"Yes, that's me. Who are you?" The white haired demon glanced at Grimmjow who was glancing back at him, before shrugging his shoulders.
"Uhh, I'm Shirosaki. I need a little help in retrieving some memories."
"Oh, yes! Please come in." She made her way inside and Shiro and Grimmjow followed after her. The blunet closed the door behind him and looked around at the quaint surroundings. "Would you like some strawberry steak cheese rolls?" Grimmjow turned his head around to look over at the woman demon who was holding a plate of weird looking rolls. He watched as Shiro gagged and kindly said no. "Oh, okay, maybe later. Now who needs their memories retrieved?"
"This big monkey over here." Shiro jabbed his thumb over his shoulder and pointed to Grimmjow who was staring out of the window. The woman demon made her way over to him and stepped in front of him. He looked down at her, watching as she lifted her hands to pull the hood off of his face. She gasped at the feel of familiarity before bowing her head.
"Prince Grimmjow! I am sorry. I didn't know it was you."
"It's okay…I think." He looked down at her long flowing orange hair and frowned. Ichigo…I'm coming for you. He needed to hurry and get him back. "So can you help me or not?"
"Of course! Come, come this way." She made her way deeper into the house, Grimmjow and Shiro following her. They entered a dark room and watched as it was illuminated. It was a simple bedroom with large bookshelves flanking one side. A crystal ball sat on a round table in the corner and various bags of magic sat on the dresser. "Your highness, I'm going to need you to lay down on the bed for me."
Shiro watched on from the doorway while Grimmjow quietly made his way over to the bed and lay down. He could tell the blunet was nervous, but he didn't blame him. This was a dangerous situation and needed to be done with the utmost care.
"Ok, I'm going to need you to close your eyes. You are going to feel a tingly feeling, but it won't hurt…at least I don't think it will, but I haven't done this in a while. I mean. there aren't many people who are trying to retrieve memories any more and I don't know how long your memories have been suppressed so-"
"Woman! Hush and get to work," Shiro interjected in a growling tone. She flinched at the tone, but nodded. She raised her hands and mumbled a phrase.
"Sōten Kisshun, I reject." There was a flash of light before Grimmjow was engulfed in an orange-yellow light. At first nothing seemed to be going on and Shiro thought that this was going to be a load of bullshit. He listened for any sounds coming from Grimmjow, but it was silent as the dead. After a while he started hearing mumbling and he made his way closer to the bed and leaned over Grimmjow. He watched the man's lips moving, but couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Is that suppose to be happening?" he asked, looking up at the orange haired woman. She furrowed her brows, but shook her head. She had never seen anyone speaking while they were under the trance of her Sōten Kisshun."
"Maybe he's having a memory." They both continued to watch on, when Shiro started to feel spiritual pressure coming from Grimmjow. It was gradually growing and growing in pressure before it almost made the woman demon collapse. Her hands were shaking, but she kept to it. Shiro watched with large eyes at what was happening before him.
Grimmjow's face was pulled into a painful frown and his brows were creased. He watched as pure white horns slowly showed themselves from under his blue hair, which was growing longer and lay itself over Grimmjow's shoulder. The blunet's back arched and he let out a yell of pain, his nails digging into the bed.
"I thought you said he wouldn't be in pain!"
"I-I didn't know this was going to happen. I ju-just thought he was going to regain his memories." They both watched on as Grimmjow continued to yell and whimper at the pain that he felt shooting through his body. "D-do you want me to stop?"
Shiro watched Grimmjow's face. He was in pain, but it seemed like whatever was happening was working. "No, keep going until you are sure all his memories have been restored." She nodded and continued. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Twenty and then thirty. The light surrounding the blunet started to die away and Orihime dropped her hands down to her sides. She backed away and collapsed into a chair that was behind her. She was completely exhausted and needed to take a rest.
Grimmjow lay on the bed panting, his eyes shut tightly and his lips trembling. Shiro wasn't sure if he should say anything, but he needed to know if it worked. "Grimmjow," he murmured. "Grimmjow, did it work?" The blunet's eyelids snapped open and Shiro stared into deep blue eyes with swirls of light blue in them. His eyes seemed stronger, more piercing and deeper in color. "Tell me what you saw?"
"Aizen…," Grimmjow growled. "I'm going to kill that brown haired bastard."
Wooo! You go Grimmjow, get those memories back! Thank you to my Beta, Racey. Review please & thank you for reading.