Chapter Four is heeeeeere! It's not very long but again it is important to the progression of the characters.
WARNING: Insinuations of Yaoi at the start
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Chapter Four: Another Power
Grimmjow placed a bite like kiss on the shoulder of the pink haired scientist and pulled away, pulling up his hakama and tying it shut again; he tugged on his jacket and smirked down at the exhausted eighth Espada. He brushed a hand down his naked spine and smirked again as the other stirred with a whine.
With a chuckled he stalked out of the scientist's office and out of the laboratory, he stretched as he walked before dropping his arms either side of him as he trudged up the staircase and up the smaller spiral staircase into one of the towers.
Walking along a bridge to a secluded building he glanced out at the fake sky Aizen had had installed. He rolled his eyes at the sentimentality of it all and looked back at his goal.
He half shoved the door open and glanced around the room until his eyes fell on the orange haired shinigami. A grin stretched over his face as he observed the male, "Yo… Shinigami."
Ichigo spun around quickly and scowled at Grimmjow, "What do you want Grimmjow?" he asked sourly.
"Ouch… no warm greeting? Or do ya save them for Aizen-sama alone?" he smirked as he saw a nerve twitch in the berry head's eye, "How was it?"
"How was what?" he asked in confusion.
Grimmjow smirked wider, "Come of it… I know what happened when I left you with Aizen."
He turned away from him suddenly and folded his arms, his jaw clenching at the memory of the previous evening.
"Come on Shinigami… Talk to me… How was it?"
"None of your damned business!" he yelled, balling his fists angrily.
"First time?" he asked, tilting his head curiously as he heard the orange haired shinigami's breath hitch.
"So what if it was?" he snapped.
"Nasty…" he murmured, "Were ya saving it for someone special?"
Ichigo turned around to face him, "How the hell is that any of your business?" he retorted harshly.
Grimmjow smirked and used sonido to suddenly grip his throat and slam him into the wall, "Aww… Does the little shinigami have hurt feelings?" he teased.
"Grimmjow. Put him down."
Over the blue haired Espada's shoulder he saw Ulquiorra in the doorway and sighed in relief. Grimmjow's hand loosened reluctantly before he let go of him, he stepped back and looked around at him.
"You can leave, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra added blankly.
Grimmjow ground his teeth together and growled under his breath, glancing at Ichigo before he plodded out of the room and retreated back to the main building.
Ichigo peeled himself from the wall and sat back down on the white sofa, pulling his legs up and winding his arms around them as Ulquiorra had someone wheel in a trolley of food. The trolley came to a stop beside the small round table in the corner and the food was placed on the top, without a word passing between the three people in the room the trolley was wheeled back out and Ulquiorra stepped out of the room.
He looked around at the substitute shinigami and stared at him plainly, "Remaining alive is one of your duties, Kurosaki Ichigo. So until Aizen-sama decides, you shall do just that. Eat. If you do not, I will be forced to drive the food down your throat."
"Don't worry… Ulquiorra. I'll eat it." He replied sharply and slammed the door shut in the pale skinned Espada's face.
He turned away from the door and looked at the food on the table before he swallowed and looked down at his feet; he ran a hand through his hair as he considered Grimmjow's words and flinched inwardly as he recalled the events that occurred in Aizen's room the previous day. He bit his lip and moved over to the table, sitting down and nibbling a bread roll. He propped his head up on his hand and stared without really seeing at the window.
'Why… why would he do THAT to me? Why would he drug me… and… do that…' he thought as he tugged the bread with his teeth, 'What was it all about? Am I… Gay? Or was it just the drug talking… Acting…' He swallowed heavily and finished the bread roll, moving on to the plate of sushi in front of him; eyes not leaving the window, he'd always suspected his inner hollow was gay but he'd never really thought about it himself. He was always too concerned with fighting hollows and protecting his friends to think about his own life.
Upon finishing the food he'd been provided, Ichigo got to his feet and paced the room; he nibbled his bottom lip thoughtfully as he mulled things over, his mind again drifting to his friends, his Zanpakto; his inner hollow and his family.
"What if I can't get home?" he asked aloud, grinding to a halt beside the window, he reached up and took two of the bars in his hands, tightening his fingers around them as he hauled himself level with them and looked outside properly, he sighed and rested his forehead against the bars.
He sighed heavily again and turned away, slowly padding into the bathroom and undressing, turning on the shower and stepping inside. He tipped his head back as the water cascaded over him and let out a soothed breath, his eyes opened as he looked down and gently touched the dark purple finger and hand shaped bruises around his knees, thighs and upper hips. He gulped gently and closed his eyes as they welled up, "Shit… Please come and find me… Zangetsu… Shiro… Please…" he breathed.