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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 15 - Obsession
Uryu felt disturbed about what happened. Chad probably spoke more in the few minutes they spent arguing than the entire time they had known each other. He felt bad for Chad since he knew that him and Ichigo were good friends. At least he knew for sure they were a lot closer than he was with Ichigo, but he couldn't tell him no matter what, of that he was certain.
His classmate was going to do his best to save Ichigo, and so would he, and that was the reason why he ended up in front of the same door as the night when it all happened. This time though, he wasn't nervous, he was decided to make his father tell him how to get back his Quincy powers no matter what.
He knocked on the door and entered, not even waiting to be allowed in.
"Uryu, have you no manners at all? I thought I raised my son better than this," said his father slightly amused.
"I'm not in the mood for this Ryuken, you know why I'm here."
“To bring back the car that you stole from me by any chance?"
Uryu almost cringed, somehow he had completely forgotten about the car. He wasn't surprised his father knew it was him who took it though, but the fact was that between blaming himself and worrying about Ichigo there wasn't much time to think of unimportant things such as the car.
"It's still in Kieboru... probably," finally answered Uryu.
"You don't even know for sure?" asked a now annoyed Ryuuken who was slightly worried since the car had been quite expensive.
"I had other things on my mind, important things," continued Uryu.
Ryuken narrowed his eyes. Maybe the car had been expensive but at that moment he was more curious to know what could've been so important as to make his son forget about the car he had stolen.
Uryu stayed silent for a few moments, pondering if he should tell his father some of the things that happened. As much as he couldn't stand the man perhaps he knew of a way to get to Hueco Mundo, but then again, if Urahara Kisuke didn't know a way to get there faster, how could Ryuken ever know? Urahara was the best at those things and that was something he would never deny.
"And what might those important things be if I may ask?"
"To find a way to save Kurosaki, obviously. He's been taken to Hueco Mundo."
Ryuken didn't like the sound of that. His son was asking him to help him get his powers back so that afterwards he could go into enemy territory to save a Shinigami.
"Believe it or not I don't want my son to get killed so I have no intention of telling you anything," said Ryuken.
"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. I am going there whether I have my Quincy powers or not."
"That's insane, even for you. You've never been so reckless before. What has changed?" asked Ryuken, slightly alarmed.
"We all have something we wish to protect."
"Then you understand why I don't want you going there."
"Don't make me laugh, you almost make it sound like you care," said Uryu and sat on a chair with his arms crossed, decided to wait until his father would agree.
"Now you're insulting me," said Ryuken and Uryu could tell the man was somewhat offended by what he had just said.
Perhaps his father did care, if only a little. Either way, it did not matter, all he cared about was getting his powers back before the portal to Hueco Mundo got opened.
Father and son looked at each other in silence for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to back down. If it was anyone else Ryuken would've called it a bluff and elegantly tell the idiot to get lost, but it wasn't just anyone, it was Uryu, and he knew his son would never give up once he set his mind on something. In the end it was Ryuken who lost the battle of wills. The worst thing was that no matter which decision he took his son would be in serious danger of losing his life.
Kon sat on Ichigo's bed in silence. After helping Yuzu find himself, or, like she liked to call him, Bostov, he went back to his room and slumped on the bed. He was exhausted and he couldn't help but think at the weird looks the new guy Shinji was giving him. What was his damn problem? The worst part though was seeing Ishida coming to school as well. He kept hoping the guy wouldn't show up so soon but the damn Quincy just couldn't stay away for at least one more day.
The others couldn't understand, they weren't there, well, except for Renji, but anyway, they couldn't know how hard it had been to see Ichigo in such a bad state and especially seeing the Espada who did that to him. Each time his eyes wandered to Ishida he couldn't stop himself from remembering everything that went down that day. The truth was that he couldn't even look Ishida in the eyes, and the other probably felt the same way because they kept avoiding each other as much as they could.
At home was even worse. He couldn't stop thinking even for a second about how he was playing a role, that he was nothing more than a Modified Soul filling in for the real owner of the body and to make things worse when he went to check if Rukia, the one who at least knew the real him, was still with Ichigo's father he saw that both of them had left sometimes while he was with Yuzu since no one else appeared to be at home besides him, Yuzu and Karin.
"Ichi-nii, the food is ready, let's eat!" said Yuzu after knocking on the door.
"I'm not hungry," said Kon but he felt sorry for saying it since he could almost picture the girl pouting behind the door.
“Ok... then I'll make something for you later."
Shit, he was really starting to feel bad at that moment.
"Wait Yuzu, on second thought, I'll be there in a second."
He almost felt like punching himself in the face, going down there would surely make him feel even worse but somehow he couldn't stand knowing the little girl would be sad because of him. Since when did he stop being a coward who would quickly run away from any kind of trouble? He sighed, quickly changed and went downstairs.
Karin was already at the table, eating, and Yuzu was about to sit down as well. The food smelt delicious. He didn't even realize how hungry he was until then and yet after the first bite he had a nagging feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach that just wouldn't let him enjoy the food. He frowned.
"Ichi-nii, is there something wrong with the food? If you don't like it then I can make something else for you," said Yuzu, and to Kon it almost looked like she was about to cry.
"No no, sorry, I'm just tired. I have a lot of homework to do and I should also start studying for the upcoming test," said Kon and tried to smile.
He didn't want to make Yuzu cry, especially since her worries were not founded. The food was absolutely delicious, he could tell at least that much, but the food wasn't actually made for him and it made him feel like shit.
"The food is great Yuzu," added Karin, not wanting to see her sister sad.
"Ok then! I'll bring you some desert later so you can eat it while you study Ichi-nii," said Yuzu and suddenly brightened up.
"That's a good idea, thanks Yuzu," said Kon and ended up eating everything that Yuzu prepared for Ichigo that day.
Yammy was going back to his room after being checked to see if his arm was properly reattaching. It was still far from being completely healed but at least he managed to get it back. He still couldn't believe how the Shinigami brat managed to cut so easily through his hierro and he couldn't wait until he met him again to pummel him into the ground until there would be nothing left.
"Yammy! I don't want to see this disgusting thing anywhere near my lab again!" yelled a furious Szayel.
"It's just a dog, stop yelling so much, you're giving me a headache."
"Just a dog?! The damn thing broke at least a dozen test-tubes filled with rare chemical substances! If I ever again catch your pet breaking something of mine I'm gonna Cero it into oblivion!" raged the 8th Espada and threw the small Hollow dog at Yammy who easily caught it with his uninjured arm.
He put the dog down and left the insane Espada knowing there was no way to calm him down once he was throwing a fit, not that he cared whether Szayel was calm or not. Everyone knew the guy was crazy so most of the times they just avoided him altogether.
He didn't manage to get far enough from Szayel before he ended up crossing paths with Nnoitra, who, like always, was with his ever present Fraccion Tesla. The guy was like a pet, always following Nnoitra's every single step. He didn't like Nnoitra, or any of the other Espadas for that matter, well, except for Ulquiorra, at least he could tolerate him, so he was in no mood for getting mocked by one such as Nnoitra.
"I still can't believe you got your arm chopped off so easily by a mere shitty Shinigami brat," said Nnoitra as he passed.
"Shut up Nnoitra, it only happened because he took me by surprise. Next time I'm gonna squash him like the bug that he is," said Yammy irritated.
"Actually, the Shinigami is in Grimmjow's room right now," said Nnoitra and continued walking away.
Yammy was gone the next second.
"Why did you tell him such a thing Nnoitra-sama?"
"Because it's the truth, and besides, if I'm lucky enough they will kill each other and then there will be less weaklings around to piss me off."
Every second Ichigo spent in Grimmjow's arms felt like an eternity and at the same time it felt like nothing. Never before had he wanted so much to fight back and at the same time to not fight back at all. Being so close to Grimmjow made him feel sick but at least he wasn't doing anything to him. The sound of his own racing heart was enough to drive him mad with its loud noise. He wished he would calm down but he couldn't no matter how much he tried.
He was so tired... he wanted to have a peaceful sleep, one where he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares but he knew it was impossible. Before he woke up in Grimmjow's bed though, he had a strange dream, unlike any other before. At that time he didn't think much of it since he was hurting badly and he didn't know where he was but after giving it some thought he reached the conclusion that the white version of himself he saw in the mirror was probably his Hollow trying to tell him something. Unfortunately he couldn't remember what, there was no way he'd remember the signs the other traced with his fingers.
It didn't matter though, not as long as he had the collar, but he didn't have any time to cry over his sealed reiatsu because he heard the door being slammed into the wall and a second later his hands were being squashed and pulled with great brute force from Grimmjow's hold.
"GRIMMJOW!!!" screamed Ichigo when he realized the Espada wasn't waking up at all and that he was a step closer from losing his hands if one of two Espadas didn't let go.
The sleeping Espada growled and increased the pressure on Ichigo's wrists making him scream his name even louder.
Then Grimmjow suddenly woke up and the temporary confusion he was suffering from caused by him wondering why was the Shinigami desperately calling his name made him weaken his grip enough for Yammy to pull Ichigo from his arms and toss him across the room. By the time he figured what was happening Yammy was about to smash Ichigo's head with his huge fist directly into a wall and kill him. For a moment Grimmjow was struck with horror at seeing how HIS Shinigami was being treated by another and it made him go berserk.
Since his speed was superior and he was stronger than Yammy he managed to stop him in time by kicking him away from the Shinigami. The other Espada didn't go down though and in turn he attacked Grimmjow who was one step closer from unsheathing his zanpakuto and cutting Yammy into a million pieces for what he had done.
"How dare you attack something that belongs to me?" roared Grimmjow.
"I saw this trash first! He's the one who cut my arm, you think I'm gonna let him live?"
"Well, he might be trash but at least he is something, unlike you who are NOTHING!"
"You don't want to see me angry Grimmjow, and you know it!" said Yammy, his tone threatening.
"And you don't wanna lose that arm again, do you?"
"Yammy, calm down," said Ulquiorra who appeared at the door just as both Espadas were about to clash their zanpakutos, making them stop in their tracks. "What happened?"
"What happened?! This shithead came into my room while I was asleep and attacked my property! I'm going to fucking kill him!" said Grimmjow and raised his zanpakuto to attack Yammy once more only to stop when Ulquiorra sonido-ed between the two of them.
"I suggest you go see how Kurosaki Ichigo is doing," said Ulquiorra.
Grimmjow turned his head and saw Ichigo on the ground, his face contorted in pain. There was blood coming out of his mouth and Yammy's dog was licking his injured and bleeding hands. He wanted to step on the dog and turn it into a puddle of blood but somehow he didn't want to see how Yammy would react despite the enormous satisfaction he'd get by doing so while Ulquorra was still present. Instead, he just kicked it away.
Seeing his pet getting kicked like that almost made Yammy lose his control and he would've done so if it wasn't for Ulquiorra who somehow always managed to calm him down.
Grimmjow wasn't paying attention to their conversation since his focus was on the injured form lying on his room's floor.
Why was it that it pained him a little to see him like that? Before he was woken up so rudely he was sure he had a dream about the Shinigami since he could remember soft orange hair, really firm muscles against his body but most of all the sweet lips he had the pleasure of tasting on several occasions before. There was no struggle though, and that was what puzzled him the most. He didn't care if the Shinigami enjoyed it, why would he? They were enemies and everything he did to him the Shinigami deserved, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling the dream had left him with, a feeling of someone messing with a force of nature, unstoppable and wild, cold, but at the same time hot.
What disturbed him the most though was how he didn't wake up before Yammy even had a chance to step into the room. He could've been killed in his sleep.
It had to be because of the Shinigami. Ever since that night they first met he couldn't stop himself from seeking him out. He was just another enemy, so why couldn't he stop himself from wanting to possess him?
For the first time since he fought and fucked the Shinigami, Grimmjow realized he had somehow developed an unhealthy obsession towards Kurosaki Ichigo.
TBC
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