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Title:
Hands of Fate - Closing
In
Author:
Shadow Arashi
Fandom:
Bleach
Pairing:
Ichigo x Grimmjow
Rating:
NC-17
Word
Count:
3746
Summary:
A
chance meeting turns the life of an Espada and a shinigami upside
down. Kurosaki will stop at nothing to get what he wants, but will
his prey give in?
Warnings:
AU, shinigami!Grimmjow and arrancar!Ichigo. Dub-con in the beginning,
smut, angst, breaking of a character and stockholm syndrome. Grimmjow
may seems a bit OOC but I tried to explain why to the best of my
abilities in the fic.
Disclaimer:
Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is
written for entertainment only and I don’t make any profit of
it.

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He should have known the man was bad
news the moment he first laid his eyes on him.

He really
should have know better, but as they said hindsight is twenty
twenty.

------

The first time they met was during
one of his patrol in the human world.

He was minding his own
business, cursing his taicho for sending him to this god forsaken
town, when a sudden surge of reiatsu nearly caused him to trip over
his feet and fall down flat on his face.

Grimmjow almost
gasped under the pressure and reflexively tightened his grip on his
zanpakuto. He didn't have to wait long before the source of the
disturbance made itself known.

The very air seemed to vibrate
as the young shinigami felt more than heard something tear somewhere
above him. He raised his head just in time to see a huge black rip,
right there in the middle of the sky, slowly closing down against the
midnight earth's atmosphere.

And there, slowly floating down
without a care in the world, was an arrancar. There was no mistaking
the white clothes and hollow mask. The arrancar wore a cocky little
grin as his feet touched the ground, the earth splitting open under
his spiritual pressure, and Grimmjow found himself responding with a
matching grin of his own.

"Hello shinigami," the
arrancar said, his grin fading into an almost innocent smile "I'm
Kurosaki Ichigo, the Sexta Espada, and I'm feeling pretty bored right
now. Wanna play with me?"

"A scrawny li' thing like
you is the Sexta?" Grimmjow almost laughed, taking in the
slender figure, the gothic six tattooed on the pale neck and the
short orange hair, the style of which could rival his own "Damn,
Aizen must be getting desperate then." He taunted.

He
was quickly forced to drop the attitude though as he dodged a blow
from a now frowning Espada.

"We'll see who is desperate,
shinigami!"

And that's when things went very
wrong.

Grimmjow blocked the first few hits but soon found
himself overwhelmed as the arrancar sent him flying through the air
and into the concrete street bellow. Everything blurred into a haze
of pain after that, the Espada clearly outclassing him and dominating
the fight, playing with him like a cat with a mouse and driving him
mad with frustration.

He tried to keep up, the arrancar's
incredible speed and strength like nothing he had ever seen before,
until he was kicked in the chest and he hit the ground again.
Grimmjow spat bright red blood as he struggled onto his feet. He was
sure he had broke at least one rib but he refused to back down.

The
blue haired male swallowed the bitter taste of his own blood as the
Espada laughed, looking for all the world like he was truly enjoying
himself and was not beating him within an inch of his life. The
slender hollow used that weird shunpo of his to materialise just in
front of Grimmjow and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform,
hitting him again and again relentlessly. He was merely toying with
him now and Grimmjow's anger flared even as he was unable to defend
himself, his zanpakuto lying uselessly a few meters away.

For
the first time of his life, Grimmjow realized he may very well lose a
fight.

Then the desire to win and to shut the fuckin'
bastard up took over . He kicked the orange haired Espada right in
the guts, knowing it wouldn't do any real damages but the instant it
took for the arrancar to get over it was all he needed to dart away
and grab his zanpakuto. He released his bankai in a burst of reiatsu
and a cloud of dust, striking immediately and grinning in pure
satisfaction when his next attack draw blood.

When the dust
settled the Espada's white uniform was dirty and blood stained,
though not as much as his own. The hollow looked at him with a new
light in his eyes, no longer watching him as he would a small child
but finally acknowledging him, a taunting smile slowly tugging
at the corner of the bastard's lips as he licked the blood from his
new wound.

"Not so cocky now are you, arrancar?"
Grimmjow jabbed at the other, ignoring the trail of blood running
down his own face.

The Espada's eyes narrowed. He looked
ready to jump at him again when the man froze suddenly. He looked
annoyed for a split second before the arrancar actually had the nerve
to sheath his zanpakuto and turn his back on him.

"I
guess you weren't as weak as I thought but I'm afraid my work here is
done. Try to stay alive until our next fight, shinigami."

The
goddamn freak waved at him
just before turning away and ripping another garganta into the sky.

Grimmjow stood there, mouth opened and shaking with rage but
at this point he didn't even have the strength to yell. The scream
building in the back of his throat died into a choked cry and he
collapsed into welcomed darkness.

The last thing he saw was
the Sexta Espada looking down at him, a glint in his golden eyes that
caused Grimmjow's stomach to clench even as he fell into
unconsciousness with 'Kurosaki' on the tip of his tongue.

------

He
really should have stayed away then.

------

Ichigo
knew he should have been more irritated. His battle had been cut
short but as he walked down the hallways of Las Noches he just
couldn't bring himself to care. His thoughts were centered on the
shinigami he had just fought and he instinctively licked his lips at
the memories.

The shinigami had been fun to fight, a welcomed
surprise to his otherwise dull mission in the real world. His last
move had surprised him (his zanpakuto was deceptively lovely, almost
delicate in its bankai form, a slender blade of pure blue
energy that shone like a miniature sun), the very fact that he had
been able to wound him at all was nothing short of a miracle. Ichigo
was, comparatively to others Espada such as Nnoitra, not very blood
thirsty, but for the first time of his hollow existence he found
himself truly enjoying fighting his opponent.

Pushing the
thought away the Sexta stepped into the throne room. He walked
proudly, coming to stand before his master with his back straight and
head high.

"You called me Aizen-sama?"

He
asked, keeping his eyes focused on the other man. Aizen nodded,
before the shinigami took in the state of his uniform.

"Indeed.
Your presence in the real world was no longer needed. Though it seems
as if you met with some resistance, am I wrong?"

The
orange haired Espada surprised his master by grinning widely, rather
than getting mad at having one of his mistakes pointed out to
him.

"I found a great opponent in Karakura, a shinigami
who was actually pretty decent. I want to fight him again."

The
Sexta licked his lips absentmindedly as the image of the blue haired
shinigami's bleeding face flashed before his eyes. Those electric
orbs had held so much fire...

"I see." Aizen smiled.
"So my dear Espada has found a new toy to play with..." He
commented out loud.

His Espada seemed quite taken by this
shinigami, not that he minded.

"Just try to bring him
back in one piece if you go after him again. I would hate for my
Espada to be depraved of their toys due to carelessness."

The
Lord of Las Noches decided to humor his faithful servant, watching
with amusement as Ichigo's eyes widened a bit in understanding. The
arrancar's face split into his more familiar smirk, his reiatsu
nearly leaking with his excitement.

"Thank you
Aizen-sama." The Espada breathed his thanks, eyes wide and
bright.

Ichigo quickly turned on his heels and hurried on his
way out. He was reaching the door when Aizen's voice stopped
him.

"Wait until we are ready to attack Soul Society
before trying to fetch your new pet. You will have the opportunity to
fight this shinigami to your heart content then."

The
Sexta gave a sharp toss of his head, showing he had heard, and
left.

That night he dreamed of fiery blue eyes and blood
streaked skin.

------

Their second meeting took place
during the First Winter War.

Grimmjow had been training like a
crazed man - the taste of his defeat still bitter in the back of his
throat - when everyone was called to the front. In a matter of hours
about half of the forces of the Seireitei were stationed in the real
world and ready to strike.

It went way too fast for his
taste. His senses were screaming at him that something fishy was
going on but, being a vice-captain, Grimmjow also knew enough to
guess exactly how their forces had figured out the right
moment to attack.

So he just went along for the ride. Spy work
was the last of his concerns at the moment after all. Memories of an
insolent smirk and playful golden eyes still plagued his thoughts and
Grimmjow tightened his grip on his zanpakuto. His captain was
standing next to him, the man grinning crazily as usual as he scanned
the area. Finally their waiting paid off as the sky was suddenly torn
to shreds right before their eyes.

Aizen and his army had
arrived.

Grimmjow immediately felt the tension in the air rise
to a stifling level but paid no mind to it. He was too busy looking
for Kurosaki.

Surprisingly enough the Sexta seemed to want to
be found, as the Espada was flaring his reiatsu in a way that had
Grimmjow nearly growl out loud. The shinigami's senses automatically
tried to hunt down the source of the dark reiatsu, a shiver running
down his back at the feel of it (though he couldn't explain why, 'cos
he sure as hell wasn't scared). His eyes flashed as he finally
located his opponent standing somewhere near the back, a few meters
behind Aizen and a small, pale skinned arrancar he had never seen
before. The fuckin' bastard was waving at him again.

"You got a fan right there Grimm," Kenpachi's
barking like laugh filled the air "is that the arrancar who
wiped the floor with your ass?" his captain asked, eyebrows
rising in interrogation.

"Yeah," his grip on his
sword was so hard he had to force himself to relax, lest he cut
himself "the bastard is mine! Nobody gets to fight him but me!"
he growled.

Kenpachi let out another barking laugh.

"He
is all yours as soon as the old man give us the green light. I know
you'll make the eleven proud."

Grimmjow nodded sharply,
his electric blue eyes never straying from his prey as he grinned
back at Kurosaki. This time he would show him exactly who was
the weaker one.

He crouched down in a manner that Ikkaku said
was reminiscent of a panther, ready to leap and to tear all his
enemies to piece as he waited for the signal that would start the
Winter War, his whole body trembling with barely restrained
energy.

Somebody moved, and he pounced just as the battlefield
came alive in a shower of sparkles.

What should have been an
organized battle quickly turned into complete and utter chaos but
Grimmjow never saw any of it.

All his attention was on the
arrancar before him and trying to stay alive. A flash on his right
told him that one of the Espada had just fired a cero but he had no
time to worry about it. He traded blows after blows with Kurosaki,
sparkles flying around them as their swords collide.

"So,
have you actually got any better, shinigami? Maybe this time you'll
give me a name to go with that lovely zanpakuto of yours." The
arrancar taunted.

Grimmjow grind his teeth before darting
forward to slash at Kurosaki's chest. He used the momentum to spin
his body around and send the Espada flying backward with a kick in
the chest, adding more damage to the wound he had just gave the
cheeky bastard.

"It won't change your fate but have it
your way! I'm Grimmjow Jeaggerjaquez, and I'm the one who's going to
kill you!" He howled his challenge, the adrenaline high from the
fight making him feel deliciously giddy.

His sharp ears caught
Kurosaki's muffled curse as the arrancar struggled to stop his fall,
just before the Sexta's right hand started glowing with the familiar
red light of a cero. The orange haired hollow extended his hand in
front of him as he right himself mid-fall and released a large ball
of destructive energy. Grimmjow barely managed to dodge in time.

And
that's when things once again took a turn for the worst.

Ichigo
used his distraction to quickly analyze the situation, and saw his
chance. The Espada used his sonidō to disappear from Grimmjow's
sight, only to reappear behind him. He immediately caught the
shinigami into a strangle hold and twisted his arms behind his
back.

Grimmjow bit back a wince when his arms threatened to be
pulled out of their sockets. He snarled and began to struggle in the
arrancar's grip, growing enraged when he saw that the bastard was
grinning from ear to ear. He was already chanting a kido spell when
the arrancar did something that froze him completely.

Kurosaki
pressed his body flat against his back and buried his face into the
strands of blue hair at the base of his neck, humming contently in
the back of his throat like a big cat.

Grimmjow's mind went
blank. His eyes widened, and a shiver ran through him at the
unexpected contact. Then white hot pain exploded behind his eyes and
he saw nothing but black, growing slack into the arrancar's hold as a
sharp blow to the back of his head sent him into
unconsciousness.

------

He had finally got the prize he
wanted so badly. His shinigami (Grimmjow his mind
whispered) was out cold in his arms, and he could barely restrain
his satisfaction at having won this new prey.

To be totally
honest, his last move hadn't really been planned. He had merely been
running on instincts at this point. The soft blue hair had brushed
against his cheek as he tried to subdue the shinigami, and just like
that he had felt the sudden urge to lean forward and bury his face
into that softness. The color was so unusual, like the sky of the
human world... It fascinated him. And being a creature of instincts
Ichigo had given in to the impulse.

The shiver he got for his
trouble made his stomach tighten, though he couldn't figure out why.
All he knew was that the shinigami was at his mercy, trembling in his
arms and he liked it.

A yell of rage startled him out
of his thoughts and he abruptly pulled away from his captive.

The
tall captain with the crazy hair and eye-patch was glaring at him
from the other side of the battlefield, his single eye dark with fury
and promising death. The man was hacking away wildly at the arrancars
surrounding him, never letting the Sexta - or rather the body he was
carrying - out of his sight.

Ichigo tightened his hold as he
cuddled the passed out form close to his chest, his every instincts
screaming 'mine'.

Glaring back just as heatedly, Ichigo
balanced the unconscious Grimmjow into a more comfortable position
and prepared himself to fire a cero. He allowed himself a smirk when
he saw understanding flashing in the captain's eye, but by then it
was too late.

He released the cero and opened a garganta, not
waiting to see if his attack had worked. He acknowledged his master's
order in the back of his mind and while he was a little surprised
that Aizen would demand a retreat now, orders were orders.

Ichigo
looked back at the battlefield and drunk into the vision of pure
chaos with no small amount of delight. Most of the shinigami were
sporting wounds with various degree of severity, many of the lower
shinigami were apparently dead or dying and he could hear the screams
of the wounded echoing all over the place.

Turning away, he
stepped into the garganta just in time to see the wild captain
staggering forward, covered in blood but still trying to reach
him.

He waved mockingly, grinning as the garganta closed
behind him.

------

Aizen and his arrancars left as
quickly as they came, leaving the forces of Soul Society in chaos.
Nobody knew back then what had motivated the former captain to
retreat.

Now they knew.

------

Once back
into the safety of the darkness of Hueco Mundo, the first thing
Ichigo did was to go directly to the throne room to show off his
prize to Aizen.

He kept a close eye on his captive the whole
time, making sure the shinigami wouldn't wake up before he could
secure him into a cell. Ichigo took the time to really observe the
other man closely, gazing at the sleeping form with curiosity and,
though he didn't recognized it yet, fascination.

The lightly
colored lips were slightly opened and he had to beat down the urge to
touch them with his fingertips, to see if they were as soft as they
looked. Most arrancars and hollows had a harsh edge and a cold, hard
body, but this shinigami was soft and warm in his arms.

Something
in his chest clench at the thought and Ichigo frowned.

"So
this is the shinigami who managed to catch the attention of my Sexta
Espada."

Aizen's voice abruptly brought him back to the
present. Ichigo tore his eyes away from the unconscious shinigami's
face and nodded in answer, before he asked the permission to keep the
captive for himself.

He was more than pleased when he was
granted his wish, and profusely thanked his master. He then took his
leave, eager to go back to his quarters and test his spoil of
war.

He never noticed Aizen watching him with a knowing
smile.

------

When Grimmjow woke up he found himself
tied up, blindfolded and obviously dressed in something far lighter
than his shinigami uniform. Judging by the feel of it, it was
probably some sort of yukata, though he couldn't be sure. But he knew
right away then that he was in deep, deep trouble.

His head
hurt but thankfully his mind was clear, allowing him to quickly
assess his situation. His face flushed lightly as he recalled the
last moments of his fight with the Sexta, his cheeks growing warm as
he remembered the way the hollow had pressed himself against him so
intimately.

Grimmjow swore under his breath, bristling as he
realized the bastard had played him. And he had fell straight for it.
He would never be able to look his captain in the eye again after
this. If he ever got himself out of this mess that is...

If
he was honest with himself there was no reason for Kuro- that
arrancar to keep him alive. He wasn't a captain (yet, he
grumbled) and wasn't particularly privy to the old man's plans
concerning Aizen... In short he had nothing of value that could make
him a valuable prisoner, unless they were planning on using him as a
practice target.

With a growl of rage Grimmjow started to yank
at whatever was keeping him bound, caution be damned. He had been
trashing wildly like a mad animal for about 5 minutes when he
distinctly heard a door slamming open. His head immediately snapped
toward the sound, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Hello
shinigami, are you comfortable?"

He recognized the owner
of the voice right away and his teeth bared in defiance reflexively,
a growl escaping him when the bastard had the nerve to fuckin' laugh
at him.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He
spat.

There was some shifting, indicating that the arrancar
was moving again, and suddenly a cold hand was grabbing a fist full
of his hair and bending his head backward, exposing his throat. Sharp
teeth pressed to his now vulnerable throat and nibbled on the soft
skin, cutting off the yell that was threatening to slip past his
lips.

Grimmjow's eyes opened wide under his blindfold as the
unexpected touch. His body responded against his will and he shivered
- just like that time on the battlefield -, cursing inwardly.

"So soft..." The arrancar mumbled into his skin,
and Grimmjow's eyes widened even more.

"Stop that!"
He tried and failed to keep his usual bite, disturbed by the dreamy
tone of the hollow.

He tried to pull away, instinctively wary
and not liking how vulnerable he was in this position. The teeth at
his throat were removed but the hand in his hair tightened its grip
warningly.

"You are in no position to make any demand,
shinigami." The son of a bitch whispered in his ear, causing yet
another unwanted shiver to travel down his spine "You are mine.
My prey, my captive. Aizen-sama gave you to me,
therefore I'm free to do whatever I want with you. So you better play
nice if you want to stay in one piece. Now don't move, I don't wanna
mess this up."

Grimmjow opened his mouth to yell at
Kurosaki, even if he couldn't
see him (just to know he had pissed him off), only to shout out in
agony as pain exploded from his lower back.

It was so sudden
that he couldn't contain his scream as his whole world seemed to
narrow down to that burning pain in his back. It seemed to last a
life time and when it stopped at last, he fell back against the
arrancar panting and shaking, his cheeks wet. He heard soft sobs and
dimly realized that they were his. He was in shock, he thought
distantly.

"There," Kurosaki cooed into his ear,
petting his hair as he would a kitten "now everybody in Las
Noches will know that you are mine."

"Wha- what did
you-" His voice cracked, his mind going frighteningly
numb.

"You wear my number now."

Grimmjow's
body finally gave up on him and this time he didn't fight back as he
plunged into darkness.
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