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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14 - Fleeting hope
"What you wish for isn't my concern", said Ulquiorra, his merciless words cutting painfully through Ichigo's heart.
"I can't go back there. I just can't, I don't want to, I'd rather get tortured to death, but then again if I die he will kill my family and I can't allow that to happen. I still don't want to go to him though, but I don't have any other choice. Does that make any sense?" said Ichigo, almost forgetting to breath while talking, but most importantly forgetting who he was talking to.
Ulquiorra wasn't the best at figuring out emotions but he was at least able to tell by himself that the Shinigami was quickly losing his mind. He held no pity for the being before him though, he felt nothing. What happened to anyone else wasn't his concern as he only existed to serve Aizen.
Still, it was somewhat intriguing to see how what appeared to be a brave and proud Shinigami could turn into a broken shadow of his former self in only a matter of days. What surprised the Espada the most though was how the human asked something of him, hoping that he would actually comply to his request. He couldn't remember doing something to give him the impression that he cared about him in any way, but then again he did stop Grimmjow on more than one occasion just as he was about to abuse him. Perhaps in his confused mind he was under the impression that Ulquiorra had saved him. He only followed orders though, so it wasn't his fault that the human before him misinterpreted his actions. Silly human emotions, they were so confusing and pointless.
Ulquiorra knew that the human tuned Shinigami wasn't going to move from there by his own accord, so he raised his reiatsu a bit and soon enough two Arrancars appeared in the room.
"Take this trash back to Grimmjow's room," said Ulquiorra and watched how the other two approached Ichigo who was still crying and muttering about not wanting to go back.
Ichigo didn't seem to notice the arrival of the two Arrancars until they grabbed him right from the chair and started dragging him out of the room and it was then when all hell broke loose.
He tried to pry away from them but the more he struggled the more his arms hurt, his pained cries making them want to cover their ears. He didn't stop struggling though, not even when the bandages on his elbow and wrist started to turn red and stain his clothes. Ulquiorra was considering knocking him out, but somehow, while he was weighing his options, still facing the table, one of the Arrancars ended up punching the Shinigami into the chest, making him fall limp in their hands, but that only lasted for a few seconds before Ichigo started coughing blood, turning even paler than before.
Ulquiorra sonido-ed in front of them. If he was Grimmjow he would've blown to bits the Arrancar who seemed to have injured the Shinigami, but he wasn't, so instead he merely observed the look of absolute terror on the other's face at realizing he had made a mistake. Besides, he wasn't an almost mindless beast like the 6th was, he could easily tell it wasn't the Arrancar's fault since he didn't know about the Shinigami's health problems and also because he himself hadn't told them not to hurt him in the process of taking him back to Grimmjow's room.
As Ulquiorra was about to say something he was interrupted by an unexpected guest.
"Oh no, what have you done to the poor boy? Shoo, get out of here, and take these goons with you as well," said Gin, making the two Arrancars release their hold on Ichigo.
"I must first take him to Grimmjow's room," said Ulquiorra, not even bothering to look at the former Shinigami.
Gin sighed.
"Captain Aizen is waiting for you right now, so go, I'll take care of this," continued Gin.
"In that case I will take my leave," said Ulquiorra and left, the other two Arrancars also disappearing from Gin's sight.
Ichigo was still on the floor, struggling to stop coughing. He remembered seeing the man before, Ichimaru Gin, the former Captain of the Third Squad was it? He wasn't sure though, he just knew that the guy was a traitor. What did he want?
Ichigo looked at him wearily. He felt like a wounded and beaten dog at that moment, wondering what else was fate going to mock him with.
He coughed one last time and wiped the blood from his mouth with his right sleeve, while the other man just stared at him, the same old disgusting sweet smile ever so present he remembered seeing before.
"Do you need any help?" asked Gin and offered his hand to help Ichigo get up.
"I think I kind of like it here, but thanks for the offer," answered Ichigo and wiped his tears with the other sleeve.
He didn't know what had possessed him to ask Ulquiorra for help, but the punch to his chest was like a wake-up call for which he was grateful, even though it hurt like hell.
"The floor is rather cold," added Gin.
"I think I’ll take my chances, besides, anything is better than Grimmjow's room..."
"Who said anything about Grimmjow's room?" said Gin, his smile widening even more, his long bony fingers still stretched and waiting for Ichigo to take them.
A look of confusion passed Ichigo's face at hearing Gin's words. If not Grimmjow's room then where was he offering to take him?
Upon sensing the boy's confusion, Gin continued.
"Do you want me to save you?"
"W-what...?"
Ichigo felt like his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Was this man offering to save him from Aizen, from Hueco Mundo, better yet, from Grimmjow? He desperately wanted to believe him, the last bit of sanity still left within him wanting to cling to his words. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's face, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. What reason would Ichimaru Gin have to save him?
As much as he was afraid to believe him, he still found himself getting up with Gin's help. Ichigo almost shivered when Gin touched him, the man's skin feeling extremely cold. Somehow it reminded him of a snake. The man kept smiling, his eyes closed as always, making Ichigo wonder how could he even see what he was doing.
"You know, I can save you, all you have to do is ask," said Gin, further increasing the level of Ichigo's inner turmoil.
Until that moment Ichigo didn't even dare hope of being saved, he simply thought of it as something impossible, or maybe he couldn't bring himself to hope because if his hopes got crushed then he'd be completely broken, although he himself knew that he was very close to being completely broken even as he was standing in the hallway, staring at Gin and wishing from the bottom of his heart that the man was not lying to him, that he was sincere and that he was going to save him.
To his own horror, he ignored the voice in his head screaming at him that Ichimaru Gin was lying and instead he opened his mouth to speak, to ask him, no, to beg him to save him.
Gin carefully observed his face to try and read what the Shinigami was thinking and feeling at that moment. The boy's eyes held mostly hope, but there was also fear, probably fear of being lied to. After a few moments of silence he knew he had made his decision, and saw him getting ready to talk, surely to ask him to save him.
"Just playin'!'" said Gin before Ichigo even got a chance to speak.
He expected the boy to react in a certain way and Ichigo didn't disappoint him. The light that was starting to shine in his eyes instantly dulled, and his face contorted in pain, disappointment, anger, betrayal, a myriad of emotions being displayed in only a few moments. He released a broken cry and dropped to his knees, shivering, crying.
"Ya know, I told Kuchiki Rukia the same thing when she was waitin’ for her execution back in Soul Society. Her reaction was identical to yours, very interesting how someone could go as far as to believe an enemy when the situation gets desperate. People never give up hope, they simply can't," said Gin, further twisting the invisible knife inside Ichigo's bleeding heart.
What Gin did to him and Rukia was inhumane, Ichigo being able for the first time to experience the full extent of the man's malice. He couldn't stop the rage that was growing exponentially inside of him, nor did he want to.
He attacked, like in the past, when anger took over his senses. He couldn't do much with his injured body, but at that moment he didn't care. His foot almost connected with Gin's face, but just before it did the man shunpo-ed out of the way. It kept going like that for a while, Ichigo trying to hit him and Gin evading his attacks. Ichigo was cursing and screaming in frustration at seeing the other move but not being able to attack fast enough because of the collar around his neck.
His eyes were burning with hate, and that was the look that a sleepy Starrk received when he went to see who was making so much noise and why. He saw someone attacking Ichimaru Gin and even though he didn't care about the man himself it looked like the kid was not doing so well, so he restrained him. He covered his mouth, not wanting his already sensitive ears being further subjected to the loud noise that the boy's voice was producing.
Ichigo continued to struggle against him for a while, his muffled screams soon turning into pathetic whimpers. Starrk almost felt sorry for the kid.
"Starrk, how nice of you to save me. Ya think you can take the kid back to Grimmjow's room? Captain Aizen is waiting for me right now and I don't want to make him wait," asked Gin, but Starrk knew it was an order.
"Consider it done," said Starrk, turned around and headed straight to Grimmjow's room carrying Ichigo with him.
The kid was shivering badly, even Starrk could tell how terrified he was. He had no idea what was going on and somehow he was sure that he didn't want to know either. He remembered him though, it was the orange haired Shinigami that Aizen wanted to know more about. He couldn't help but notice the contrast between how he appeared to be a mere few days before and how broken he looked at that moment.
He finally arrived in front of Grimmjow's room and knocked. The boy shuddered violently. He wondered what Grimmjow had done to him.
The 6th Espada opened the door and looked at the Shinigami with a sadistic look that promised unimaginable pain. Starrk rectified his past opinion about the boy's situation, he didn't almost feel sorry, he actually felt sorry for him.
"Get your dirty paws off my property," growled Grimmjow and grabbed Ichigo by the neck, pulling him into the room.
Starrk couldn't do anything about the whole situation and simply let go. Grimmjow slammed the door shut behind him.
"You're awfully dirty, I don't think I want your blood soiling my bed too much right now so I'll try not to damage you further, especially after I had the room cleaned," said Grimmjow and with a quick move he ripped the upper part of Ichigo's clothes, leaving him in his hakama only. "You look so much better this way, although I prefer you naked. Come," said Grimmjow and dragged a frightened and shivering Ichigo to the bed.
At the last moment Ichigo tried to escape but Grimmjow just pushed him down. The Shinigami looked delicious, all sweaty and shivering on his bed, lips slightly parted and wide teary eyes. When he tried the crawl away Grimmjow grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. He found the whole situation amusing, and extremely arousing. He felt like he was on fire, his predatory instincts awakened by the one currently struggling on his bed like some caught up prey.
Knowing that he had the Shinigami in his grasp but that he couldn't have him was torture. He had always hated Aizen but at that moment he felt his hate taking astronomical proportions. Why couldn't he have that which was his? He had claimed the Shinigami so he should be his to use as he pleased.
Although he lacked patience in general he decided to wait until Aizen gave him permission to do what he wanted. He wasn't in the mood to die just yet, so he had no other choice. That wasn't going to stop him from scaring the Shinigami though. Aizen never ordered him to reveal what he had prohibited him not to do, so the prey didn't actually know it was safe from its predator, and Grimmjow had no intention of saying anything. He couldn't have him physically but that shouldn't stop him inflicting as much mental damage as possible.
He pounced on his prey and Ichigo yelped, then started to struggle under him.
Grimmjow cursed, all the movement making him harder than he already was.
He pushed a knee between his prey's legs but suddenly stopped. What exactly was considered sexually abuse? If he fucked him then yes, it could be called that, but what about touching him? How much and for how long could he touch him before it was considered sexual abuse? He could almost feel the start of a headache and he frowned. Then again, no one would know, but... could he be sure of that?
Each time Ulquiorra appeared he was about to fuck the Shinigami, one way or another, or at least close to it. On the balcony he didn't exactly plan to do it since he knew he couldn't, but someone observing him could've argued otherwise. Was he being watched? His mild headache was starting to turn into a full-blown migraine. He rolled to the right side and pulled the Shinigami's back to his chest, his chin resting on disheveled and bloodied orange hair while his left hand was securely holding onto his wrists. He could feel the Shinigami's breath on his right arm and he shivered in delight, while his left leg was restraining the lower part of the other's body with its weight. It didn't look like the Shinigami had any strength left to fight him and Grimmjow was glad. Somehow, at that moment, besides fucking, which he couldn't do, all he wanted to do was to take a nap.
Ichigo on the other hand was shocked, what was the Espada doing, cuddling? He wanted to kick him, to get out of his hold but he lacked the energy. He felt so tired, like he had just been in a fight where he used his entire reiatsu, which was strange since the food should've given him energy. Or maybe they did put something in his food after all. Grimmjow made a sound that reminded him a lot of a cat purring.
"Let go!"
"Shhh, sleep," said Grimmjow, his tone almost caring.
Sleep? He wanted sleep? The hard dick poking at his ass was telling him otherwise. Then again, Grimmjow wasn't doing anything, yet, so maybe if he stopped struggling then he wouldn't do anything, but what if he was just playing with him, like Gin had done, telling him to sleep, waiting for him to relax and then brutally rape him just to have a good laugh? He tensed at that moment, the entire scenario running through his mind. He had a feeling he would end up begging again.
Grimmjow sensed the Shinigami's distress and smirked. He wasn't doing it cause he liked cuddling, far from it, although at that moment he was enjoying himself, at least a bit, the true reason of why he did it was to confuse and mentally torture the Shinigami further. With a suppressing reiatsu collar around his neck he was as weak as a newborn so no matter how much he tried to escape he couldn't do it.
While he was going to enjoy a nice sleep, the Shinigami was going to spend every second frozen in fear, waiting for him to finally take him or for him to fall asleep and then hoping that he wouldn't wake up ever again. Grimmjow could only hope his erection would go down by the time he was awake.
"We've been waiting for you, Gin," said Aizen when his former Vice Captain entered the throne room.
"Did you now?"
"Yes. Now, tell me your opinion Ulquiorra."
"He won't last much longer at this rate. He even asked me to not take him back to Grimmjow. I believe he is starting to lose his sanity."
"And yet, when I offered to help him escape, he was ready to beg me to save him from this place and even attacked me afterwards when I crushed his hopes. Grimmjow hasn't completely broken him yet and it appears to me that the more he stays away from Grimmjow the more courage he gains," said Gin as if he was correcting Ulquiorra's observation.
"I see, then continue with the plan as we have discussed, Ulquiorra," said Aizen and got up, Gin following after him. "You really are a cruel one, Gin."
"And so are you Captain Aizen."
TBC
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