"First thing is sunglasses, aviators I think, they'd look simply gorgeous on you." The gushing and very camp sounding voice pushed its way into Ichigo's mind. Ichigo heard the appreciative humming around him as a pair of glasses was popped on his nose. "These are just simple little classics. D&G with black rims and a nice dark lenses. Feel okay?" Ichigo reached up to the frames to jiggle them on his nose a little and nodded a response. "Good cos you don't just look gorgeous, you look totally scrummy. I want to eat you!" Ichigo chuckled and blushed all the more for Aizen's soft squeeze on his hand. Their personal shopper 'Andre' continued on. "Now seeing as we're in this section, let's do shoes! Oh I just adore shoes, not to mention bags and belts and oh darling this is so much fun!" Ichigo had enough of a mental image of Andre to not need to see his drain pipe trousers, vans, black shirt and floppy hair. The guy was a walking advert for gay men and totally in his element assisting likewise customers who had more than a few pennies to spend. Rich sugar daddies always made his day. They marched on at an enthusiastic pace behind Andre, cane no use in this environment, but two guiding hands from Stark and of course Sosuke kept him in toe.

A bag was thrown over his shoulder, the belt adjusted right so it sat against his hip and across his body snugly. "Now this, is just to die for honey. Hugo Boss. Black softest leather, have a FEEL darling, have a feel of that leather!" Ichigo didn't only feel it, the smell of the leather was drifting up his nose. "Now today's man just has to have a bag. Just think, you'll know where everything is you want, you'll have your hands free with your sticky thing and all your goodies are safe in here." The bag was given a ceremonious tug. "How's that?"

"Good."

"Marvellous, that must make it shoe time!" The man giggled leading Ichigo away with his arm firmly looping around Ichigo's. "Oh but on the way there, I have to show you this!" This, turned out to be several things, a mini MP3 speaker with duel leads so it could be plugged into any device and play the sounds aloud, and of the various colours Ichigo was told he'd been thrust a bright orange one. Like everything thrust enthusiastically into his hand, it was all handed back to Stark and another more meek little shopping assistant called Hanataro who trailed along behind them soundlessly. That included the waterproof talking watch that kept time by radio controlled accuracy; it spoke the hours when each came around or the exact time when Ichigo pushed the winder in a voice that wouldn't shout out 'Hello! Disabled person next to you!' way, which Ichigo was relieved about.

They continued on, tugging him left and right, stopping and starting until the trolley behind them was filled to the brim with Armani, Tommy Hilfiger, Mulberry, Fred Perry and more so much so Ichigo's head was swimming. He had all manner of new clothes he felt he didn't need nor deserve, accessories to start his own shop and gadgets that would take a life time to get to know how to use. They were just rounding the corner of another set of changing rooms, when Ichigo's foot caught the edge of a display table. His footing faltered and the whole entourage both gasped at once and all made out to steady him. The fastest was Stark who in truth had been prepared for this, watching his charge closely for the last lord alone knows how many minutes. He'd even mentioned to Aizen under his breathe that he personally was getting tired, so Ichigo must be exhausted; but his concerns were brushed off.

Aizen Sosuke wanted to give Ichigo all the trappings of a high level lifestyle and in a selfish way had to push on with the only time he personally had available. He too had noticed Ichigo was tired, he was talking less, walking slower, his excitement had waned.

Aizen didn't much like the way Stark held Ichigo around the waist and arm, at least not when he wasn't handing him back. "Can I…Just sit for a drink…please?" Ichigo uttered quietly.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Stark drawled eager for a rest anywhere nice and soft and dozeable.

Aizen took Ichigo's arm and placed a guiding hand around his back tucking the red head into his side. "Come. There's an agreeable restaurant upstairs if you can manage it?" It was agreeable, but that was all. The powerful man would much rather have continued with his plans to dine at his favourite table in Guido's Italian restaurant a mile away, where they had a table awaiting their arrival, but this would have to suffice as a stop gap.

"You don't mind?" Ichigo's feet were carried on with his masters.

…

Maybe it was the way the skin around the neck bunched under the pressure of his hands, or the gargling sound of a dying person desperate for air? Was it the clawing fingernails in his hands and feeble tug on his wrists? The flushed skin and bulging eyes or the fact that the life was so clearing dimming in them. Veins popped on the forehead and a small trickle of blood dripped from an already busted lip. Bright red. Red. Red. RED.

Whatever the cause, the power rush, the thrill of the fight, the control and the domination was everything. Everything.

Grimmjow hated Aizen, he hated him.

It wasn't a poor shit in his hands who just happened to have brown hair with one stupid strand that flopped between his eyes. It was Aizen.

The gurgling slowed, the blue hue to the lips increased and the struggling hands went limp. Grim held on a bit longer for good measure, even letting the body slump to the trash strewn alley floor before his hands left the body.

Angry red hand shapes stayed on the flesh. Cyan eyes couldn't look away from the sight. His panting breathe began to slow and his orgasmic high chilled somewhat. He rubbed the back of his hand over his sweating brow with a smirk growing on his face. Aizen fucking Sosuke. Yeah that fucker was next.

His memory flashed with the sight of an angry face and the blur of an arm moving too fast for the eye to see before a stinging pain on his cheek. He'd been a kid, stupid kid who should never have got involved with the arrogant bastard in the first place. Every step he had taken had been wrong, never pleasing that fucker. His youth had been ripped from him so that the shit head could sit in his white gleaming office pretending he was lord and virtue. Grim had sweated blood for that man, just to be kicked out without so much as a thank you.

He knew his face didn't fit, never had done. But he'd had a roof over his head and yen in his pocket at least. Now what did he have? Shit of nothing was nothing.

The nameless dead man at his feet had nothing much in his wallet bar a few greens and a credit card that the sad forgetful shit had written his pin code down on a slip of paper. Well he deserved to get robbed then didn't he.

Grim pocketed the card, paper and money and headed to the first hole in the wall he could find. He pushed in the card and using the personal pin number withdrew every penny he could from the dead man's bank account. This should see him right for a while until he worked out how to get back at the bastard who ruined his life.

…

Ichigo sipped the refreshing cup of tea, his hands cupped around the mug as if it was the holy grail of rest. His face eased from a frown to an eased relieved smile.

"I'm pushing you I know." Aizen's hand moved to Ichigo's knee hidden beneath the booths table. "But I only have today."

"You know I don't really need most of this stuff." Ichigo looked thoughtful.

"I need to give it to you." Aizen squeezed his thumbs into the ripe thigh. "It gives me pleasure to bestow you with gifts. I thought you would appreciate them."

"Oh God that makes me sound ungrateful!" Ichigo realised and looked up a little startled. "Really Sosuke I'm not, thank you for the stuff, but…"

"Ichigo, this is a new life for you. All these things will make it easier for you to be as independent as you want to be."

Ichigo couldn't deny that, he had heard rumours of a lap top with a touch screen and voice activated software that would also read the information for him out loud. He'd been quite turned on by how he could resume his previous role at work which was after all his ultimate goal.

"…besides, this is not all." Ichigo frowned at that. "Stark and I have organised some events for you, therapy if you will."

"Therapy?"

"There are several fields I hear that are good for people such as yourself."

"Blind?"

Aizen took a bite from the limp looking sandwich. "Visually impaired I believe is the correct term these days. Art classes, clay work, music and dance classes. Possibly even some martial arts are suitable too. My research indicates that with the right assistance, in this case Stark, you will actually be able to partake in many new activities that will aid your confidence and physical skills." During this he'd moved Ichigo's hands to the similar looking sandwich before the orange head and placed the food in his grasp.

"I…" Ichigo was a little lost for words.

"Eat."

Ichigo found himself doing just that. Obeying. There was something a little off about this man today and Ichigo didn't know whether it was the change of scenery or he was actually trying to help him – all whist sounding a little too much like he was controlling him. That was just stupid, of course he was controlling him, Ichigo had given the man permission to do so. So what if he had never once dreamed of dancing before, he might actually enjoy it. It wasn't as if he didn't have time to give it a go these days. He sighed and nodded before bringing the food to his mouth, noticing the smell of foul processed meat before the taste hit his buds. Was he getting too used to the high life after all?

…

Coffee sounded good and smelled good as Grim pulled the beany hat down over his bright blue hair. He stood in line like a regular shopper eyeing the range of hot foods he could now afford. Choice made, he looked around the restaurant for a seat and almost choked on his own spittle at the sight of Aizen pawing some kids hands.

…

Diners came and went from neighbouring tables, Aizen paid them no mind.

…

Grim sat at the table directly behind his ex-boss intrigued by the closeness he'd just seen. He thought that Aizen didn't let anyone within 10 paces and here he was all touchy feely with a guy. His ears prickled with interest.

…

"How is your meal?"

"Fine."

"Fine? I guess you are more used to this standard."

"Sosuke, what else do you expect me to do?"

"Do?"

"You know. All this therapy and buying me fancy stuff. You say this princess stuff all the time and I…just what am I meant to be doing?"

"Nothing." Aizen moved his hand up and down Ichigo's thigh going close enough to have the younger man gasp with arousal as his groin was lightly brushed. "I want to come home and find you there waiting for me…"

"Pining for you like some love sick puppy?" Ichigo scoffed.

"That has its appeal."

"Having drawn you a bath I'm ready to wash your back…"

"And sate my needs." Aizen said in a low husky voice, his finger tips just giving enough of a stir over Ichigo's crotch and feeling them rise slightly. "Your body ready to be plucked and played to my tune."

"Sos…" Ichigo inhaled deeply through his nose. "People might see."

"See what? That I am assisting a blind person with their meal?"

"Your…touching me."

"Is it good."

"Erm.." Ichigo nodded losing his voice as his need grew.

"Your future is to be what I want you to be isn't it?" Aizen asked. Ichigo nodded not trusting that his voice wouldn't waver. "Then just be my princess and I will be your protector. See to my needs and I will leave you wanting for nothing."

…

Grim had some thoughts on a plan and he felt damn pleased with his lucky day.

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I hope that the new twist will make up for the time between updates! I've had a few brainstorms about this story so expect a little more of my usual angst come drama come loving!