Forbidden Love

Chapter 13 - Finally Awake?

Regular POV

Shiro awoke, golden orbs opening with a groan. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dimly-lit room he had been placed in. Golden eyes took in everything; the sheer size of the huge room, the white columns evenly placed against each of the walls, and even the intricate design etched inside of them. The walls were black, and he could see the barely noticeable movement of shadows against the walls. He moved his body into a more defensive position almost instantaneously, eyes narrowed into slits as he looked around for an exit. White hair flowed in the air like spilt milk as his head swiveled around, searching for a door, window, something, so he could at least feel reassured of his safety. Not that he should, considering he was just taken down by two powerful hollow, dragged through an unknown rip in space, and placed inside of a room in, what he thinks is an unknown dimension. Something just felt off about this place.

Speaking of the two powerful hollow; he could feel their presence inside of the room, along with multiple others. Golden eyes shut as he tried to make it out. At least 6 others that he could make out, but he had a feeling there was more. Gold on black eyes slid open as he slid his foot beneath him to lift himself off the ground, body still in a defensive position. Like Hell he was gonna do down without fight.

"It looks like you are finally awake, Ogichi Kurosaki." Shiro snorted, undisturbed by the sudden voice. He sensed that it had been meant to startle him into a frozen state, leaving him vunerable. He wasn't going to let that happen.

"I pref'r Shiro." He cocked his hip, placing a black-nailed hand on it as he turned to face the voice. A tall, brown-haired man with slicked back hair and a white and black robe sat upon a throne. Throne. Of course. Shiro would expect nothing less from such a ridiculously cocky man. The man's arm was bent at the elbow and placed on the armrest, chin firmly placed in the palm of his hand.

"Oh? Then I apologize, Shiro-san." The man's lips curled into a smirk, nodding towards someone behind the pale teen. Shiro felt a surge of power as someone flew towards him and he dragged his foot across the ground to slide away from his body and fell into a crouching position. Shiro felt the rush of air as the thing flew by him and his lips curved into a smirk as he twisted his body hard in a back flip when a hand aimed towards his stomach. He landed hard, his highly trained body trembling in excitement. His senses were expanded and he could feel everything around him. A flash of color as something moved towards him and he turned his defensive stance into one of offensive as he lashed out with his arm to block it with the side of his arm. A hard push against his arm signaled a war between the two beings but the pressure disappeared... Only for it to reappear as it came flying towards his unprotected back. Shiro ducked his head, arms flying forward to hold up his body as he curved in a circle to land a hit on a shoulder with his right leg. The being stopped, surprised at the sudden attack before flashing away warily.

"Hn... I'm glad I chose you, Shiro-san." The leader spoke up again with a chuckle.

"Tch..." Shiro scowled. "Where's Inoue?" The brunette smirked.

"In good hands. Don't fret over such trivial matters." The brunette man really pissed Shiro off. He spoke as if to an insolent child and acted as if he were a mere child's toy - breakable and easily replaced - and not like the person he actually was.

"Where's Inoue?" The previous answer displeased him, and wasn't good enough for the cocky albino's tastes. The brunette merely smirked again, tilting his head in a way that pissed Shiro off even more than he already was. It made the teen want to do something to make sure he had a 'good' impression firmly implanted in the bastard's annoying skull. Without warning, he flew forward, hand cupped in a 'C' shape. He stopped just before the cocky bastard's neck, whom still hadn't moved. Shiro didn't even blink as he noticed several unsheathed swords pointed at him, two pressed firmly to the skin on his neck, neither breaking skin but still placed in a threatening way.

"Where. Is. Inoue?" The man waved away his men, whom didn't even hesitate before sheathing their swords and disappearing. The brunette stood, figure standing condescendingly over Shiro's own lithe one.

"Shiro-san, shouldn't you be worrying about yourself?" A large hand pressed to his throat, wiping two tanned fingers across his Adam's apple. Shiro unblinkingly watched in silence as two blood-covered fingers disappeared into the mouth of whom Shiro now officially dubbed as the most annoying man on planet Earth. If this was still Earth, anyway. Shiro scoffed, flipping his hair to the side flirtatiously before stepping forward to stand beside the taller man. He looked up with lidded eyes, hip cocked to the side.

"'M not much of a worrier, Stranger-san. 'M mostly just askin' fer the shits and giggles, ya know? It wouldn' be very nice if I didn' worry 'bout my brother's friends, ne?" Shiro purred sensually, watching in utter pleasure as he saw the brunette man's dark eyes widen a mere fraction. Good enough for Shiro. This meant he could get more, especially since he hadn't actually thought that out, it just came out. If he had more chances to plan it out, he could seriously break the bastard. Or at least piss him off. Yeah, that would be good enough for him.

Speaking of the man, he slipped back into his cocky attitude mode and was currently moving to re-seat himself. His arm was once again propped up on the armrest, hand clenched tighly in a fist, chin resting on top of it.

"Hmm... Grimmjow. Please escort Shiro-san to his room. Szayal, prepare for the transformation. The rest of you are dismissed." Shiro cocked an elegant brow as he felt several presences leave the room, save for one. Shiro, curious as to whom Grimmjow could be, twirled around on his heel to face the now nearly-empty room. Standing alone with one foot propped up against the wall and arms crossed, stood a bright blue-haired man with matching azure eyes. They rose slowly, catching with his and Shiro smirked. This could be fun.

Gliding down the stairs, he practically strut over to the guy, stopping directly in front of him. Looking him up and down, he wasn't surprised to see a shocked look on Grimmjow's face.

"Eh, pussycat, gonna follow yer owner's orders?" Shiro could practically see the pulsing red tic mark appear. He decided it wouldn't hurt to push it some more. "Or are ya just gonna go get chased around by a little Chi. Hua. Hua?" Grimmjow opened his mouth, prepared to answer with an insult but a sultry voice interrupted him.

"Come on, Mr. Pussycat, I'll git ya some milk~" Grimmjow's face lit up like a cherry and Shiro could barely hide a smirk. He was having so much fun. Grimmjow scoffed before stepping away from the wall and leading the snickering albino down the large, black-and-white hallways. After traversing down the hallways, encountering very few hollows whom bowed before the blue-haired idiot in front of him, they finally appeared before a large door. Grimmjow plowed a hand through his hair, ruffled it a bit, and opened the door. The blunette stepped inside, stepped aside to allow the albino in, and shut the door.

The room was fairly large, and followed the same black-and-white scheme as the rest of the area. A large canopy bed was situated in the center of the wall opposite of the door they entered through. On either side of it were two nightstands, each with a lamp covered in intricate designs containing swirls that, on a second look, matched the black bedspread. Four pillows were propped up against the steel headboard, two black and two white. On his left, with his back facing the double doors they came through, was a large walk-in closet that was more of a room within a room, as the closet was actually inside of the bedroom. In the far-right corner was a large sofa, pushed diagonally in the corner. On each side was a chair, each containing a pillow matching the intricate design of the bedspread. On his left was a dresser, it's side pressed against the wall containing the door to the room. Hanging above it was a steel mirror. On the far left was a wardrobe, it's black doors tightly shut. In between the dresser and the wardrobe was a door that Shiro figured was a bathroom. (1)

"Well? What now?" Grimmjow was silent for a moment, looking at the albino curiously. Shiro rose a brow before grinning. "Oh, 'm sorry. I promised ya some milk, ne?" Shiro sauntered forward, standing before the taller man. Grimmjow swallowed as Shiro slid a hand up his bare, muscular chest. The two were silent as Shiro's hand drew dangerously close to Grimmjow's clothed penis. Grimmjow repressed a growl as it stopped, the pale hand gliding back up to the collar of his jacket to grip it tightly. The other hand followed it, each pulling the collar in separate directions as Shiro stood on his tip-toes. Shiro smirked and purred, face dangerously near the blunette's. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pussycat, but I gotta pretty little kitty at home waitin' fer me 'n I wouldn' want ta disappoint it, now, would I?" Shiro stepped away suddenly, leaving the blunette high and dry. Grimmjow scowled, eye twitching furiously.

"Just get yer ass dressed. Outfits are in the closet. Put yer dirty clothes on the bed. Fracción will pick 'em later." Shiro snorted, catching onto the obviously pissed blunette's attitude. The albino slid open the door to the closet, jaw falling. He whistled.

"Wouldn' mind sleepin' in th' closet at home if it looked like this." Shiro mumbled, earning himself a strange glance from the pissed-off kitty leaning against the door. The albino snatched up the nearest outfit, carelessly stripping down before Grimmjow.

"'Ey! What're ya doin'?" Shiro snickered.

"'M gettin' dressed, like ya told me to. Why, did ya not want me to?" He stepped closer, gliding a finger over a tense, hard stomach. Subconsciously, he admired the amazing muscles the older man had. "Or did ya want to undress me yerself?" Grimmjow suppressed a blush, and a slight urge to put the albino in his place, before snorting.

"You wish, albino bitch." Shiro cocked a white brow.

"Aww, is the kwitty gwettin' a bwit of a twemper?" Grimmjow ignored him, so he pulled on his outfit silently. When he was done, he twirled in a circle, admiring the way the white robes rubbed against his skin softly. "Alright, 'm done." Grimmjow nodded.

"You stay here. Someone will be here later to take you to Szayel." Grimmjow spun around on his heel, gliding out of the room. Just before the door closed, he turned to look at him with a sexy smirk. "Good luck."

Shiro frowned. What the Hell was that supposed to mean?

Ichigo frowned, staring vehemently at the off-white wall in his living room. For hours on end, he had listened to Rukia, Renji, Chad, and Ishida talk strategies about how to get Orihime and his nii-sama back. Ichigo didn't want to talk strategies. What he wanted was his nii-sama. Here. In this room. Screwing him against the wall as hard as he could as he apologized for scaring Ichigo like that and then promising to never do it again as he fucked him even harder. So hard until Ichigo couldn't walk and they stayed home for the rest of the week. All alone. Nothing but fucking, eating, and sleeping...

Ichigo squirmed, feeling blood rush to his groin. Now is not the time to think about that, Ichigo. Now is the time to think about how to get Shiro-nii-sama back. If only he knew how to do it. Ichigo had resisted just slamming his hands down on the small coffee table in Urahara's and screaming at them to just break into stupid Las Noches and kick Aizen's ass so he could have his nii-sama back. Ichigo looked down, eyes blurring with unfallen tears. Ichigo just wanted his nii-sama.

"Nii-san. Where are you?"

A/N: (1) I have a picture of how the room looks. It's on my profile!

Well I seem to be updating a lot recently. O.o First off, it's almost my birthday! It's on April 8th, which brings me to my NEXT news. On that date, a movie called 'Hanna' is coming. Which, if you don't know, my name is Hannah...

Yes. That's right. A movie. Coming out. On MY birthday. Called HANNA. So cool, right?

Shiro seemed kinda whorish in this chapter. Ichigo was a bit angsty. But I did it on purpose~ (I made Shiro seem like a a cheating seme while his little uke brother is crying for him at home? SEVVY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? *legasp*)

Edited: May 7th, 2011

Word Count: 2,378