What the Daylight Holds
Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. Zoom Text makes everything difficult, so my recommendation is to never be a blindo, and I do not own Bleach.
AN: This is the sequel to What the Darkness Brings. Yet another multi-chapter. Enjoy!
Dedicated to slyswn28. Thanks for being there Sly-sama.
What are the perks of being a Shinigami or an Espada? The main one, the one that Rukia and Grimmjow were using to sneak into the principal's office, was speed. Invisibility, or the fact that it took humans with Spiritual Pressure to see them, was also something to appreciate.
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Rukia and Grimmjow were standing in the middle of the school hallway. They had just gotten back from exterminating a troublesome Hollow, and were now facing the principal, who was raiding a locker and holding a bag. A student standing before him, stuttering excuses for how said bag ended up in his locker.
"What the fuck are you babbling about, Shinigami?" Grimmjow raised a thin blue brow questioningly at the short, raven haired Soul Reaper before him.
"We should take that." Rukia stated, pointing at the small bag the man was holding.
"You heard me, Espada," Rukia's silver blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Yeah, I heard you, but I don't think you're thinking clearly."
"I'm thinking quite sanely, actually. Now do you wanna do it or not?"
A slow smile spread across the Sixth Espada's lips. "Why the hell not? It might be fun."
With that conversation, Rukia and Grimmjow had abandoned their Gigai and sped toward the principal's office at top Shunpo and Sonido.
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Grimmjow stood watch while Rukia dashed into the room. Whether it was empty or not didn't matter, since she was in her Soul Reaper form. The only reason the Espada had to play lookout was on the off chance someone with Spirit Energy walked by.
Three minutes after she entered the room, she ran out, holding the sought after bag in her hands. "Got it~!" She practically sang.
"Tch, took ya long enough. I could've done it in half the time." Grimmjow mumbled, usual smirk replaced with a scowl. He was usually the one doing delinquent acts, and he didn't like letting the goody-goody Shinigami one-up him.
Rukia smirked, silver blues sparkling. "Don't sulk, Grimmjow. Just think about how you're gonna get Ichigo to go along with our plans."
Grimmjow's trademark smirk appeared once more. "Oh, I've got some ideas about that-" He began. He was cut short by a flare of enormous Spiritual Pressure. "Oh, fuck," he growled.
"This is bad," Rukia said, discarding her joking manner because this Spiritual Pressure called for nothing but seriousness.
"Heh, hangin' with the enemy now, are ya Grimmjow? Aizen-sama won' be pleased."
Grimmjow's electric blue orbs narrowed in disgust as he turned to face the silver haired ex-shinigami. "What are you doing here, Ichimaru?" The blue haired male growled.
"Isn't it obvious? I've come ta take ya home." Gin's ever-present smile widened. "Aizen-sama wishes to speak with ya."
"Tch, it's not like I'm disobeying him. He said I could come here."
"But I don' recall him sayin' ya could fraternize with the likes of them." Gin spat, pointing to Rukia. "You only had permission to play with the substitute." Crimson eyes opened with menace. "Let's go find out what your punishment is, shall we?"
"Tell the brat I'll be back soon," Grimmjow said with a wave to Rukia.
"Will do," the girl promised with a nod of her head.
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Melding into her Gigai, Rukia pocketed the bag she had been holding and returned to class. She had missed about half the day, and her temperamental teacher was nothing short of furious.
"My apologies," Rukia said with a slight bow. "I suddenly came down with something, so I went to the nurse." The smile that spread across her face after this blatant lie was uttered seemed so genuine that the teacher had no further questions.
Rukia slid into her seat next to Orihime, grabbing the girl's hand and bringing it to her lips for a chaste kiss.
"Psst, Rukia!" The girl turned at the hiss, blue orbs meeting chocolate brown ones.
"Yes, Ichigo?" She asked sweetly.
"Knock off the sugar queen act, bunny freak. Where's Grimmjow?"
"Oh," her eyes filled with nervousness for a second before she forced it away with feigned happiness. "He said to tell you that he'd be back soon. He took a little trip home to visit with Aizen."
At the mention of the uber overlord's name, Ichigo leapt from his chair yelling, "What the fuck? How could you just fucking let him go?"
"Kurosaki!" At the sharp tone of voice from the front of the classroom, Ichigo turned to face the angry teacher. "Such language will not be tolerated in my classroom. You'll have plenty of time to clean up your mouth in detention. See you after school."
With a sigh and a growl of anger, Ichigo sat back down, pretending to concentrate on the lecture. He was positive that Grimmjow would be fine. Aizen may be a bastard, but there's no way he would kill such a talented member of his army.
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Once again, Grimmjow found himself sitting in a chair in the throne room of Las Noches. However, this time he wasn't dragged there by that albino freak Ulquiorra. Fingers drummed impatiently on a chair arm, a leg bounced in irritation, and fingers twirled a lock of hair. His face portrayed the epitome of boredom.
Finally, the pompous and over glorified ex-shinigami made his appearance. He strode arrogantly past Grimmjow, taking his seat in the ridiculously huge throne that stood in the center of the dark gray room. Cupping his chin in his hand, he flipped several tendrils of brown hair and locked rich chocolate eyes onto the Sixth Espada.
"What have you been doing, Grimmjow?" Aizen asked, smooth baritone echoing throughout the empty room.
"What you permitted me to, Aizen-sama," Grimmjow said, voice laced with faux respect.
"Oh? I don't remember permitting you to prance around the World of the Living in a Gigai with Soul Reapers. I only remember allowing you to stake a claim on the Ryoka boy."
"Ichigo is more than just some Ryoka," Grimmjow spat without thinking.
Aizen's reitsu flared. "Talking out of turn is disrespectful, Grimmjow."
"Tch, can you just tell me what my punishment is? I've got things to do."
'Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you," Aizen's voice dripped with reassurance. "But since you plan on traipsing around with these vermin Soul Reapers, I'm going to send someone along with you. Just to make sure you don't do something stupid like defect."
Electric blues widened a bit in surprise. "Who?" He demanded, mind immediately running over the list of idiotic Espada that Aizen favored.
With a snap of his fingers, he said "Gin, send him in."
"As you wish, Aizen-sama." Gin said, opening the heavy gray doors of the throne room.
"Oh, fuck. Anyone but him," Grimmjow said under his breath.
"What was that, Grimmjow?" Aizen asked.
"Nothing, Aizen-sama." Grimmjow mumbled. Blue pools narrowed, locking onto the hooded figure striding toward him.
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Ichigo's head was placed on his arms, slumping over his desk. He was fighting sleep. Detention was so boring, and it seemed he got it every time he decided to grace Karakura High with his presence.
Just as he was about to slip into the warm embrace of sleep, a familiar purr reached his ears. "Whatcha doin', Ichi-brat?"
Ichigo bolted upright. "Grimmjow!" He cried, smiling and throwing his arms around the Espada. This man was the only one who could bring out such uncharacteristic reactions. "What happened? What did Aizen say? What did he do?"
Grimmjow silenced the continuous flow of questions with a quick press of his lips against the orange haired teen's. "Calm down, Ichi. Everything is fine. He just made me bring along a babysitter."
"What are you talking about?" Orange brows furrowed in confusion.
"Hey, Ichi-pet. It's been awhile."
Ichigo's brown orbs widened and he turned to face the open window where an abnormally tall, dark haired, eye patch wearing, gray eyed Espada with an astonishingly white smile stood. "N-Noitora. What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I came on orders from Aizen," Nnoitora said. "I'm glad, too." A perverted grin stretched across the man's lips.
"Back off, Nnoitora. He's mine." Grimmjow hissed, launching into a fighting stance.
Ichigo placed a calming hand on the angered Espada's shoulder. "It's fine, Grimm. He won't do anything."
"Pet's right. I'll behave. Until I get permission." Nnoitora said, visible gray eye roaming the teen's body.
"So, can we go?" Grimmjow asked, anger dissipating, replaced with pure boredom.
"Yeah," Ichigo said, the urge to sleep disappearing with the return of his blue haired lover.
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Ichigo, Grimmjow and Nnoitora arrived at the Kurosaki home, Ichigo receiving a welcome home kick from Isshin while Nnoitora and Grimmjow slipped into the Gigais that Ichigo had insisted they pick up from Urahara's shop. Once Ichigo deflected several kicks and punches from his idiotic father, the three males headed to his bedroom.
Ichigo had every intention of cuddling up to Grimmjow and taking a nap. He didn't give two fucks what Nnoitora did during his naptime. His plans were crushed when he opened his door and discovered Rukia, Toshiro and Karin sitting in a circle on his floor.
"What's going on?" Ichigo asked, raising a brow as chocolate brown eyes surveyed the scene.
Rukia smirked. Karin motioned for the trio to join the circle.
"What is he doing here?" Toshiro asked, turquoise eyes narrowing at the black haired Espada.
"He's my babysitter." Grimmjow explained. "Aizen thinks I'll defect, so this is his way of preventing that."
"I don't give a fuck what you do, Jaegerjaquez," Nnoitora said.
"Whatever," Toshiro dismissed. "As long as I don't have to kill him. I'm really not in the mood."
The trio sat. Ichigo sat next to Rukia, pulling Grimmjow next to him. Nnoitora was placed between Rukia and Karin.
"So, what's this all about?" Ichigo asked.
Grimmjow and Rukia shared a knowing look as Rukia pulled a bag from her pocket. "Let's blaze up!" She said in a sing song voice.
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To Be Continued.
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