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House Arrest	By : Morales89 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4783 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 2
- 3
Disclaimer: Bleach is owned by Kubo Tite and Studio Pierrot, and licensed by Viz Media LLC. I make no claims to any characters or any canon plotlines that may exist within this story. I make no money from the writing of this fic. I only write for the entertainment of myself and my readers.
Summary: Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra, Stark, and Halibel defect during the battle with Aizen. Miraculously, they are given a second chance to live. As punishment for their crimes, they are forced into House Arrest in the human world with their respective probation officers. Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra are stuck with their personality opposites, but oddly...neither of them mind. This is their story. GrimmUryuu, RenUlqui, and others.
Pairings: GrimmIshi(main), RenUlquiRen (main), SadoIchi (side), StarkKira (side)

a/n: okays, so in this chapter there will be some other POVs than just Grimm's. Renji, Uryuu, and Ulquiorra will be coming into play here. Now, Ulquiorra, in this story, is a man who is trying to adjust to life outside of Las Noches. He's emotionally stunted and cold, but he's not so stupid as to be a complete asshole to the people who spared his life. Keep that in mind while you read this, because I don't want to hear anything about how OOC he is. He's not OOC. It's called character depth. I'm exploring the way he would be if he didn't have Las Noches, or Aizen…and he was just a man, spared by Soul Society, trying to learn how to live. That said, enjoy!
Warning: May contain spoilers, language, m/m hints, sexual themes
Beta'd by: Charlotte a.k.a MasterAkira

Chapter 2
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I woke up the next mornin' stiff, sore, and exhausted. The floor of my cell was uncomfortable…cold and hard as it was. There was a cot, but I'm not exactly a small guy…I didn't really fit on it. Sleepin' on the floor's better than bein' jerked awake after fallin' off the cot in the middle of the night. Anyways, White Haired-taicho came to get me. He had this lil' smile on his face that really didn't suit how ridiculously early in the mornin' it was. Seriously, the sun wasn't even up yet…it had to be like two o'clock. How could anyone be so fuckin' cheerful at this time of the day?
I felt his hand swipe across my bound ones briefly; his skin was soft and warm. It was kind of strange for his hands to be so soft…I saw a sword strapped to his waist. He had to be really good with it to be a Captain, as much as the position didn't seem to fit his gentle personality. Somethin' about him seemed so delicate, but I knew better than to be fooled by his appearance…Soul Society didn't make people Captains for no reason. I immediately felt the difference when his fingers moved away. My hands were free. He'd undone the kidou spell that bound my hands. I smiled widely as I rolled my wrists to get the blood flowin'.
"Congratulations, Sexta-san, I do hope you use your second chance wisely." White Haired-taicho said in that warm tone of his. Somethin' about the guy just made me feel really safe and accepted. I decided I liked him. Maybe we could be friends.
"Follow me then, Sexta-san," he said softly, stridin' forward with graceful movements of his legs. I did as I was told, not about to argue with the guy who'd just set me free.
"The name's Grimmjaw," I corrected him.
It was gruffer and ruder than I'd intended my tone to be, but the last thing I needed was for these people to call me by the rank that bastard Aizen had toyed with so much in Hueco Mundo. This was my new, hopefully good life…why would I want to remember the shitty, old one? He just smiled at me, brown eyes shinin' with an understandin' glint.
"Right, it makes sense you wouldn't want me to call you by your rank. Please accept my apologies, Grimmjaw-san. You may call me Ukitake-taicho if you wish, or Ukitake-san if it makes you feel more comfortable," he said with a small bow. I snorted.
"Ya don't need ta apologize. Ya didn't know any better. And jus' call me Grimmjaw," I said. Someone like him should never call someone like me "-san". It jus' isn't right. He just chuckled a little and kept walkin'.
As we made our way through Soul Society, I took in my surroundings silently. There were so many buildings and trees, and these twinkly things in the sky that Ukitake-san said were called stars. It was so nice…even as dark as it was. We didn't have those in Hueco Mundo; just bland, white deserts, and an empty grey sky to look at. I hoped that one day I would be allowed to live in Soul Society, even if I was a Hollow.
Eventually we stopped in front of these huge gates marked "First Division". Ukitake-san opened the door to the Commander's quarters and led me inside. In the middle of the room stood Stark, Halibel, and Ulquiorra, all patiently waitin' for me to get situated. When I'd taken my place in the line, the Old Man Shinigami looked up at us with his ever serious expression. Fruity-taicho was there, as well as his stern lookin' vice-captain. Blondie-fukutaicho was standin' in the farthest corner from us, lookin' skeptical and wary. I didn't blame him…we're dangerous people. I briefly wondered how the Captain-commander managed to get all these people outta bed so early in the mornin'. My thoughts were halted by the old geezer when he started to talk.
"Alright then former Espada, I would now like to tell you, one by one, who your respective probation officers will be," he said, turnin' his eyes on Stark.
"Stark-san, you will be staying with Kira-fukutaicho in an apartment we have set up for his long-term mission in the Real World. I have provided him with some money as well as a reiatsu sealing bracelet that only he will be able to take off at any given time," Yamamoto said.
Blondie-fukutaicho didn't seem overly excited about the idea, but at the same time, I could tell he was relieved. That was probably the whole idea behind him takin' care of one of us. He was so worried about our stay in the Real World, bein' one of the people to take care of one of us, the strongest one of us, would make him feel better. The Captain-commander turned his wise old eyes onto Halibel next. She didn't look very interested in anythin' at all. I held back the urge to tease her for her haggard lookin' appearance.
"Halibel-san, since it would be inappropriate to station you with a man, we have made arrangements with Inoue Orihime-san for you to live in her apartment with her for your probationary period. She too has been provided with money and a reiatsu sealing bracelet. Since she is human, we will be having Matsumoto-fukutaicho drop in every once and a while to make sure the two of you are getting on well. However, I do not see any reason for you not to. Inoue-san is very easy to get along with," the old man said with a softer look on his face.
Psshh...lucky Halibel. Her breasts had made the Old Geezer like her better than us. He even set her up with someone she kind of already knew. Back in Las Noches, Halibel used to watch the woman sometimes. When Ulquiorra wasn't around, Aizen always stationed Halibel to watch over Hime in his absence. She was the only one he would trust with that matter seein' as Stark is a lazy bastard who'd probably sleep through any attack on her person, and all the rest of us were horny guys. I remember Nnoitora had a special interest in her that was both gross and funny at the same time.
"Ulquiorra-san," I snapped my gaze to the former Fourth Espada as soon as I heard his name. Ulquiorra seemed bored, not unusual, but he also looked a little tired. So, that had to mean he was really tired, because otherwise it wouldn't show on his face.
"You will be staying with Abarai-fukutaicho in an apartment in the Real World. He has been assigned the same mission as Kira-fukutaicho, provided with both money and a bracelet."
Ulquiorra looked unfazed. I was sure he didn't know who Abarai-fukutaicho was, actually…neither did I at the time. I figured we'd find out when we left. I was beginnin' to wonder what this extended mission to the Real World was that had the Captain-commander of Soul Society sendin' out vice-captain level Shinigami. Eh, I decided I didn't care. It was my turn to find out who my jailor was gonna be. Was it wrong to be excited? I kinda hoped it was Kurosaki, but I knew better. The Shinigami weren't that stupid.
"Grimmjaw-san, you will be staying with our Quincy representative, Ishida Uryuu, for your time on probation. He has been provided with the necessities, and will be meeting you on the other side of the Gate. He is human, but I am confident he can handle watching over you without any help from us," the old man explained.
"Ishida-kun would not appreciate any help from us, Yama-jii," Fruity-taicho injected with a stupid grin on his face. The old man just nodded his agreement.
Ishida Uryuu? Who in the hell was that? I'd never heard of him, or maybe I had and was just too obsessed with killin' Kurosaki to really pay attention to who he was. Oh well, I'd be meetin' him sooner than later. Whatever, he's probably a pansy if I've never seen him before. At least that's what I'd thought at the time. I was broken out of my head when the old guy started talkin' again.
"You will be leaving immediately. Ukitake-taicho and Kyouraku-taicho will escort you to the Gate, then Kira-fukutaicho and Abarai-fukutaicho will escort you through it into the Real World. Any questions?" he asked.
There weren't, and so we were off.
When we arrived at our destination, Pineapple-fukutaicho and his ridiculously pretty Captain were waitin' for us. Blondie-fukutaicho came to a halt in front of the other two, explainin' quietly to the Pineapple's Captain what the orders were. We all moved forward as well. Blondie looked skittish as Stark came to a stop next to him. The Primera looked over the smaller man briefly before characteristically yawnin' and lookin' bored again. Ulquiorra stopped next to Pineapple-fukutaicho with complete disinterest. The redhead didn't seem to care much. He looked pretty tired actually…poor sap had to get up at the asscrack of the mornin' for this mission, huh?
"Alright now, introductions first. Abarai-kun, Kira-kun…introduce yourselves to your charges," Ukitake said from beside me. Pineappl…er..I mean, Abarai went first.
"Hello! I'm Abarai Renji, Fukutaicho of the Sixth Division. Nice to meet ya!" He said joyfully to Ulquiorra with a bow.
He wasn't shy. He was completely outgoing' and confident...I instantly liked him. He reminded me of me, except less crazy. Yes, I am aware that I am less than sane, come off it. So, anyways, Ulquiorra looked at Red with a slightly agitated glint in his eyes. Out of all of us, I knew Schiffer was gonna have the hardest time adjustin' to life outside of Hueco Mundo. In Las Noches, we hardly spoke to each other outside of threats, meetings, and the occasional sparring match. There was no reason to; nobody wanted you to talk to them. People in Soul Society and the Real World expected you to be social. They expected you to be friendly and warm. The Cuarta was never any of those things.
"Ulquiorra Schiffer," he said softly, bowin' shallowly in response.
A wolf grin broke out on Renji's face that made my lips twitch in response. Oh, I could tell the lieutenant was gonna have fun with Ulquiorra. At least someone would be around to keep that prissy asshole on his toes, even though I couldn't. Renji was just like me in that respect. It became even more apparent as we all gathered in front of the porthole to the Human World and Renji turned back to wave goodbye to his captain. The guy seemed to enjoy teasin' stoic, blank faced men. I can't blame him…it is pretty fun. Used to do it to Schiffer all the time…Tousen-fuckface too if he was too busy to retaliate.
"Goodbye Taicho! Don't miss me too much!" Abarai shouted as we started our way in. I could have sworn I heard the beautiful man say,
"I couldn't possibly," under his breath before the doors closed. Yea, me and Abarai would get along just fine.
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**Ulquiorra's POV**
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It was peculiar being back in the Human World. I was rather shocked when a confusing amount of the Shinigami Captains had decided that we Espada deserved a second chance at life. It's not like I was going to complain or anything, but without the war…or Aizen-sama, or Hueco Mundo…I didn't exactly know what to do with myself. The morning after our fates were decided, quite early that morning actually, Kyouraku-taicho came to get me from my cell. He smiled at me warmly, his large hand swiping over my bound ones, releasing the spell that had kept them trapped.
"Arigato, Kyouraku-taicho," I said softly.
His warm smile broadened and his hand came up to ruffle my hair in a gesture that both confused and pleased me. I liked Kyouraku-taicho. He was usually the one that came to check on me in my cell. Over the unknown amount of time since I'd been thrown in it, I'd grown to think of him as more of a companion than the Shinigami trash I'd originally regarded him as. It was a pretty big deal for me, considering I'd never thought of anyone as a companion before.
"You got it. Come on, Yama-jii wants to talk to you and your friends now. I know it's early, but he wants to get his plan into action as soon as possible," he said, beckoning me to follow him.
I did, raising a hand to smooth the hair he'd displaced, but not really angry that he'd done so. I'd never been touched in such a manner. No one in Hueco Mundo had ever dared to put their hands on me, and if they had we were fighting, so it was a less than pleasant experience. Aizen-sama never touched me, not even when I was "punished"/tortured for any minor failure in my early Espada days. Though he did smile at his "Dear Espada" quite often…it lacked the warmth that this Shinigami Captain seemed to have behind his gentle expression. I decided then that I might actually come to like some of these people. As strange and confusing as the idea was to me at the time, I couldn't help but think so.
As we walked I mused on how different Soul Society was from Hueco Mundo. Instead of endless, barren deserts, there was a plethora of floral and tree life surrounding the artistically designed buildings. I couldn't see the coloring very well due to the darkness of the early morning, but there was color. Not like in Las Noches, where the only color I encountered other than white was the various shades of the Espada's hair or eyes…and occasionally the vibrant red of blood splatters. The people in Soul Society were lively, friendly even. They were nothing like the fake, uncaring people I'd grown used to being around.
Halibel and Stark were waiting for me in the Captain-commader's quarters. Grimmjaw joined us not too long after. We were each told who we would be staying with in the Human World, though the Shinigami Elder neglected to tell us just how long that would be. Halibel would be with Inoue-san, Stark with the third division vice captain, and Grimmjaw with Ishida Uryuu. Despite my utter apathy towards the former Sexta, I was a little intrigued about how him and the Quincy I had fought would get along. They were polar opposites. I almost sympathized with the human boy. Grimmjaw would undoubtedly drive the poor child insane.
Anyway, that's basically the way I ended up back in the Human World, more specifically Karakura Town, with my Probation Officer, Abarai Renji. He's an over-exuberant, slightly annoying, but very amiable man with the brightest red hair I have ever seen. We met up with Inoue-san, Kurosaki, and this strange blond man. I'd later find out he was the genius who'd made it possible for me to exist as I was, Urahara Kisuke. He took us back to his shop/training facility/home, fed us, and made us tea.
The Hogyōko's creator was nothing like I thought he would be. Instead of a dark, broody scientist…he was bright and alive. He smiled about 95 percent of the time, and waved around this semi-annoying fan flamboyantly as if he hadn't a care in the world. His personality was a little bit grating, but he was so warm and welcoming…I decided that I could forgive him for that. I did want to protest a little at his doting attention on Halibel-san and Inoue-san, but they didn't seem worried about it, so I withheld.
The body he'd given me, since most humans can not see my spirit form, looked mostly like my own. It didn't have the green marks on my cheeks, and the skin wasn't quite as pale. He'd said something about no humans being nearly as pale as I was. My mask was gone and my hollow hole missing. The place in my sternum seemed to itch; sometimes I couldn't help but bring a hand up there to see if the skin was still there. I suppose all of us felt that way though, because I'd seen Grimmjaw poking at his belly button a couple of times throughout the night. The scientist had also provided me with some human clothing. The pants were baggy and kept slipping down my hips annoyingly. Unfortunately the drawstring seemed to be broken. The shirt was fine though.
When the food arrived, Abarai immediately started to eat like I've never seen anyone eat before. He wasn't sloppy, but the amount of food he shoveled into his mouth was slightly appalling. I could do nothing but watch him as he devoured his supper like a starving beast in the desert. My first impression of Abarai, when he introduced himself, was that he would be annoying and loud…quite like Grimmjaw. He had not proven me wrong, but even so…I would make a conscious attempt to get a long with him.
"Hey Schiffer." I turned my head in the direction of my guard's rough voice. He held his chopsticks towards me, a dumpling of some sort hanging from them as his red-brown eyes looked at me expectantly.
"Want some?" He asked.
"No thank you, Abarai-san," I said politely, though I know my eyes had gained a disgusted glint. The redhead frowned, eyes flitting to the floor before coming back up to lock with mine again.
"Ya can just call me Renji, ya know. I'm not really into the whole 'formality' scene, if ya haven't already noticed," he said, a smile brightening his features. He has a nice smile.
"I have noticed, Abarai-san." I said, a little colder than I'd meant.
Something in my gut clenched when I saw dejection darken his mood. Was I feeling guilty? I didn't know at the time…I'd never felt that emotion in my life. In fact, there were quite a lot of emotions I was unfamiliar with. In order to survive in Las Noches, I'd had to kill my emotions. False loyalty is easier to portray when one's hatred for the object of said dedication is hidden behind an emotionless mask. I was so used to just being closed off that I didn't understand what I was feeling. What I did know, was that I did not like the look on his face, and hated the fact that it was my fault it was present at all. It's not that I wanted to hurt his feelings, per se, I just wasn't used to someone being so friendly towards me. Luckily for me, my guard recuperated quickly.
"That's awright, Schiffer! I'll get'ya ta call me Renji one o'these days!" He chirped, smiling widely at me before he started eating again. I snorted before I could stop myself.
"You are welcome to try, Shinigami," I said. He just smirked.
"Ya might be a tough little cookie ta crack…but ya should remember who my Taicho is," Abarai said.
I tried to remember, a stoic, aristocratic face coming to my mind. Ah, Kuchiki Byakuya; a hard man to forget. A man as earthshakingly beautiful as he was powerful. I don't remember when I started noticing physical beauty in others, but I suspected that my time with the woman had something to do with it. She'd rubbed off on me more than I care to admit.
"Kuchiki-taicho calls me Renji now…and even though he'll never admit it, he loves havin' me around!" The vice-captain of the Sixth said confidently, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I sighed and turned my eyes away from the disturbing sight of him eating. I honestly don't know how he eats so much without gaining any weight. He's a Shinigami, of course. He trains quite often…but still, the amount of food consumed just seemed to be too much to burn off. I looked around the room, silently watching everyone interact with our former enemies. Halibel-san seemed to be getting along with Inoue-san quite well. It surprised me only because the Tercera had always been aloof and cool towards her fellow Espada. But, they sat over there chatting away like they'd been friends for years. Of course Inoue-san was doing most of the talking, but Halibel-san had this nearly imperceptible quirk to her mouth that was proof enough to me that she was enjoying the conversation.
To my left was Stark. He snored lightly as he slept against his extremely uncomfortable looking Probation Officer. The blond man didn't quite know what to do with the former Primera using him as his personal pillow. When I looked over at Grimmjaw, I noticed he looked bored. His guard hadn't arrived yet, and I could tell the panther-hollow was itching to meet him. Grimmjaw had always been a curious creature by nature. I wondered what his first impression of the straight-laced, somewhat uptight young man I fought would be.
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**Grimm's POV**
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Finally, we arrived in the Human World. We were met by Hime, Kurosaki, and some weird guy in a green kimono with a matchin' hat. Was he Ishida Uryuu? Somehow I didn't think so. He gave off too much of a weird feelin' to have such a nice name. His perv vibe seriously trumped Fruity-taicho's…I really hoped he wasn't my probation officer. We followed him back to his shop, and he presented us with these weird, dead versions of ourselves called gigai that we were supposed to put on.
It was pretty hard, gettin' into the body, but I kind of liked it. It looked just like me, only without the eye markings, mask, or hollow hole. For a long while I just stood, lookin' in the mirror, and pokin' at my hole-less belly. Where my hole had been, was smooth, tanned skin coverin' my amazingly-awesome eight pack. Yea, I am ripped…go ahead and be jealous. There was this little dip, sort of indent-like thing towards the bottom of my navel. It sent tingles over my skin that made me laugh a little when I poked it.
'Weird…' I thought.
I slipped into the sweat pants and t-shirt that the blond pervert had given me, and made my way back out to the livin' room. Everyone else was there as well. Stark was sleepin' against a very uncomfortable lookin' Blondie. He was even droolin' a little on the poor kid. Good luck with that one, Blondie-fukutaicho. Ulquiorra sat next to Renji watchin' in repulsion as the man ate more than his weight in food. I stifled a snicker at the scrunch of the Fourth's usually blank features when Red offered him a dumpling from his own chopsticks. Halibel was makin' quiet, seemingly friendly conversation with the Princess. Hime was completely in her element, gettin' new people to like her like that. I looked over Halibel, tryin' to figure out what was different about her before grinning widely.
"Wow, Hal, you've got a pretty nice face under that mask, eh?" I said with a diabolical smirk. All my expressions are diabolical, by the way, but my smirks especially. Halibel glared at me and rolled her pretty green eyes.
"You will address me as Halibel, and never speak to me that way again, Grimmjaw," she said coldly.
I jus' cackled lightly and let myself fall to the floor. I glanced around the room, searchin' for the pervert who was suspiciously missing. Where was my probation officer? I knew it was early in the mornin' but, geez, Hime was there on time. Suddenly, I heard voices comin' from the direction of the front entrance. They slowly got louder. I immediately recognized one of them as Kurosaki's. It's hard to mistake that one. The other one was definitely pervy-shopkeeper's. The last one was quiet and deep, somewhat melodic in tone. The owner of the voice was apologizin' for being late. Somethin' about "Final Exams" and "studying", whatever those were. I waited, wantin' to know who this new person was.
"Urahara-san! Kindly let go of me!" That same voice snapped huffily.
"But Ishida-kun, it's been such a long time. I missed you!" Pervert's voice cried out.
"Let go of him you pervert!" Kurosaki yelled, and then they were in the room with us.
Kurosaki was scowlin' angrily at a smilin' pervert as a smaller, dark-haired boy pulled himself out of the shopkeeper's grip. I took in the newcomer's appearance. He was young, probably Kurosaki's age, except he looked wayyy smarter. 'Must be the glasses.' He had silky black hair that hung in his face slightly, and a narrow, angular face. His skin all seemed to be one pale, smooth color. His slender figure was outlined in the blue pants and light blue t-shirt he wore. A scowl scrunched his perfect lookin' face in distaste of the blond pervert clingin' to his arm. He was pretty cute. I couldn't stop myself from starin'.
If you haven't guessed by now, I'm the kind of guy who doesn't discriminate between the sexes. I mean, there weren't many females worth havin' in Hueco Mundo, and Halibel was completely out of the question. Gender's not as important as strength, power, and of course, dead sexiness. I can appreciate hotness in any gender. As I looked the newcomer up and down, I easily appreciated his. He was a little skinny, but had a face that makes ya wanna see it broken and twisted in pleasure. I was knocked out of my thoughts by the shopkeeper's slightly annoyin' voice.
"Fine, fine…oh right, Ishida-kun! This is your charge!" Pervert chirped happily, gesturin' to me with his faggy fan.
Dark, sapphire eyes turned on me, assessin' me straight through my soul. At least that's what it felt like. I felt my blood heat just a little as I easily held his eyes with my own. Damn, I thought that Kuchiki dude was pretty…well this one was just as pretty, and hot-tempered to boot. He hid it well, but I could see that with the right push, I would easily get a rise out of him. I couldn't help but wonder how the fire would look flashin' across those sharp, deep-ocean colored eyes of his. I forcefully stomped those thoughts away. Livin' with him might become troublesome if I kept thinkin' things like that. After a few seconds, the kid bowed and said,
"Ishida Uryuu. It's nice to meet you."
"Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques…but ya can jus' call me Grimmjaw," I returned, grinning lightly at the kid who just kind of frowned at me.
'Heh, cute.' I sighed a little as the unstoppable thought flashed in my mind. Luckily, Strawberry's loud mouth was there to distract me.
"Phew! That's a relief! I thought they might stick ya with me!" Kurosaki said with a relieved look on his face. I scowled at the kid, and my soon-to-be jailor shot him a "you must be retarded" glare.
"The Shinigami aren't that stupid, Kurosaki! They wouldn't stick an Espada in a house with small children and an idiot who hates him," Ishida said with a flat stare. Strawberry Shinigami scowled at the smaller boy.
"I'm not an idiot, nerd!" He shouted. Pretty boy snorted.
"You, Kurosaki, are the epitome of idiocy," he said haughtily.
"Whatever…" Ichigo muttered.
"Dolt," Ishida injected. The Strawberry's expression darkened further.
I watched the two of them bicker silently. Hehe, I could tell right away this Ishida kid was gonna be fun. The way he held himself throughout the argument showed me that. Strawberry was really loud and animated while the dark haired kid was snarky and flat toned. I might have almost as much fun rufflin' Ishida's finely groomed feathers as I did with Ulquiorra back in Las Noches. Besides, anyone who can get Kurosaki that worked up without even breakin' a sweat is a friend of mine.
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**Ulquiorra's POV**
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"Let go of him you pervert!"
Kurosaki's voice knocked me out of my internal musings. I turned my head in the direction of a scowling Vizard. Accompanying him into the room was Urahara-san and the newcomer, who I recognized as Ishida Uryuu. The dark haired boy was also scowling, his dark blue eyes glaring at the man clinging to his arm. I snapped my gaze in the direction of Grimmjaw, who was staring at the kid with this wide eyed, bemused expression I had never seen him don before.
"Fine, fine…oh right, Ishida-kun! This is your charge!" Urahara-san chimed happily, waving his fan in the former Sexta's direction.
I watched Grimmjaw's expression go from bemused to measuring, a strange play of emotions flitting through his eyes. The teenager stared straight back at his charge, blue eyes assessing Grimmjaw through his glasses. They held eye contact for a few moments before the human boy bowed and introduced himself. I grew bored with Grimmjaw within seconds and turned my attention back towards my own Probation Officer.
Abarai seemed to be done stuffing himself full of food. He laid back against the wall with his arms behind his head, eyes half closed in weariness. It wasn't long after the last guard had arrived that Urahara-san gave us all our reiatsu restraints and sent us on our ways. When Abarai and I arrived at what was to be our shared apartment, I couldn't help but frown at the fact that there was only one bedroom.
"Well, I'm supposed ta watch ya twenty-four seven. I guess they decided it'd be better for us ta share a room," the redhead said. It made some sense, and my guard reassured me that Soul Society would provide us with two futons.
"I know ya don't trust anyone, but I want ya ta know that ya can trust me. I ain't gonna do nothin' to ya in the night. I want ya to get comfortable here. This is yer apartment as much as it is mine, and I want ya to feel safe here. If it helps ya out, I'll go ta sleep first. Ya can wait till I'm out before ya sleep." Abarai said as he pulled the two futons out of the closet and started setting them up.
I nodded, not quite sure what to say. No one had ever tried so hard to make me feel welcome anywhere. Abarai really wanted to make me feel comfortable. I watched as he settled sheets over our futons. He removed the shirt he was wearing, and slid the hair band from his long, fiery hair. I was disconcertingly enthralled by the tumble of those vibrant, ruby locks over the broad, tanned, tattooed shoulders. The black lines that decorated his body transfixed my gaze for a few moments. I ignored the tug in my gut, not knowing what it was and honestly not wanting to know. Abarai slid underneath the blankets until he was totally covered, then turned his head to look at me.
"G'night Schiffer," he mumbled, closing his eyes and nuzzling the pillow. All that vibrant red hair contrasted starkly to the white of the pillow case.
"Good night, Abarai-san," I murmured in response.
His lips curved into a small smile at that before he promptly started snoring. It was the quickest I'd ever seen someone fall asleep in my life, and I was a little confused that he was so willing to be so vulnerable with me in the room. Then, of course, I noticed his Zanpakuto laying not an inch away from his futon. Of course, his sword had a consciousness of its own. If I tried to harm him, it would warn its master. He wasn't as stupid as I'd originally thought. It was much later when I finally laid myself down on my own futon. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but there was definitely some light on the horizon before my eyes fell shut.
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**Grimm's POV**
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We didn't stay at the weird guy's shop too long. After about fifteen minutes the scientist latched our reiatsu restraints onto our wrists and sent us all on our merry ways. I followed the kid silently to a big building with lots of lights. He couldn't live there all by himself, right? Was he rich or somethin'? I soon found out that it was somethin' called an apartment complex, and he lived in just one unit of the huge place.
He stopped at this strange set of metal doors, pressin' the glowing button with the arrow that pointed upwards, and waitin' til' they magically slid open. With a gentle hand, he pushed me by my shoulder into the small, closet sized box. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as the doors closed behind us. The human spared me an odd glance before pressin' the button marked "Floor 5".
Holy fuck! I started, my eyes goin' wide when we suddenly jerked into motion. It felt like the floor was bein' pushed up from underneath me. Thinkin' quickly, I latched on to the rail against the wall, searchin' my jailor's face for any signs that I should be worried. There were none. He was as calm and expressionless as ever. If anything he looked tired. His dark blue eyes moved to me, cloudin' with confusion as he took in my distraught appearance. Shit! Now he's gonna think I'm some kind of baby or somethin'.
'Geez, Grimmjaw! Get a hold of yerself. The kid's completely unfazed! Why are ya so scared of this stupid metal box?' I scolded myself silently.
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**Uryuu's POV**
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I really didn't know what to make of Soul Society's bright idea of putting the former Espada on "House Arrest" in the Living World. Especially since they'd thought it'd be brilliant to stick me with the rowdiest, most violent one of the bunch. It's not that I didn't think I could handle it. Because Kami only knew that if Jaegerjaques needed handling, I was only too happy to do so. It was more that Soul Society had the worst timing in the world. It was 3am for goodness sake! This couldn't have waited until tomorrow, preferably after school?
I was broken out of my own mind when I caught the former Sexta flinch out of the corner of my eye. The elevator had just started moving, and Jaegerjaques was glancing wide eyed around the small space, hands clenched on the rail, positively petrified. His electric blue eyes found mine. I felt my breath stutter at the intensity of their color, but quickly shook it off. He looked like a frightened house cat, claws bared and completely stiff. I almost laughed at the idea of someone as ruthless and brutal as Grimmjaw being afraid of something as simple as an elevator. Then I remembered…this must be his first time ever being inside of one. Of course he was disturbed.
"It's just an elevator. It isn't going to hurt you." I said in as gentle a tone as I could.
It was almost like I was talking to a frightened animal. I stayed frozen, trying not to make any sudden movements. His eyes narrowed curiously at me. His head tilted to the side, pale blue eyes filling with confusion as some of that equally blue hair fell into his face. I felt my lips twitch. I almost smiled. He looked like a confused kitten…'God, I have to stop comparing him to cute animals! This is Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques! He is far from cute and cuddly!' I reprimanded myself in my mind.
"Ele…vator?" He questioned, sounding frustrated that he didn't understand.
This time I did smile, but quickly turned my head to hide it from him. I didn't need this guy thinking I could actually tolerate him or anything. Cool indifference is how I had already chosen I would handle the situation with Jaegerjaques. We would not become comrades…we would not become friends. He would do his time here and then get out, and I would be glad to see him go. You see, because even though I hate Shinigami….I hate Hollow even more. Jaegerjaques was just a big, mildly intelligent, belligerently hostile, roguishly attractive, Hollo….waaiit.
'No! Not attractive!' I shouted at myself internally.
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**Grimm's POV**
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The kid didn't explain. Although I was pretty sure I just saw him smile, but he turned away too fast for me to get a good enough look. I could definitely tell that he was amused by my ignorance, which kind of just pissed me off. How dare he laugh at me? It's not my fault that I'm not a stupid human and I don't know anythin' about his stupid human contraptions. He continued to stand there, eyes glazed with a far away look. Kid certainly does think a lot. Doesn't he ever get tired of it? I growled lowly in my throat.
"Well! Aren't ya gonna tell me what the hell this thing is?" I snapped.
He frowned at me, pretty blue eyes glarin' daggers. I could tell he was about to let me have it, but as soon as he opened his mouth there was a soft "Ding", and the doors to the elevator opened. He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me out. I let him, mostly because the softness of his skin had distracted me from my own anger. Boys' skin should never be that soft. What was he, some kind of pansy? Then the tips of his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. I barely held back a shiver. There were the calluses. Hm…he couldn't be a swordsman with palms so smooth and tender….what did he use to fight? I made a mental note to find out sometime soon.
We stopped in front of a black door; a metal plate marked "5-12" shining on the dark surface. The kid let go of my wrist to search his pockets, pullin' out a set of keys and openin' the door to reveal a neat, if a little small apartment. It was a little bit smaller than my suite in Las Noches, but it was nice. The kid had style. I could easily see that in the careful decoration of his apartment. He liked blue and white a lot, it seemed. Most of his pillows and curtains had that coloring, as well as his carpets. It wouldn't be a bad place to live for the unknown amount of time the Captain-commander left us in the Real World.
"Jaegerjaques-san, I'm going to sleep now. I have a spare futon and blankets in my closet that I can set up in my room for you," the kid's voice said, causin' me to stop my internal assessment of his place and look at him. I grinned.
"Yer lettin' me stay in your room?" I asked slyly, and by the gods the kid blushed the prettiest shade of red I've ever seen.
"Don't say it like that. It sounds perverted," he scolded, turnin' his face away and adjustin' his glasses nervously.
"I don't have a spare room, and my couch is hardly comfortable to sleep on. I thought you'd prefer the futon, but you are free to sleep on the floor if you wish!" He explained snippily. I just laughed at him. Oh man! He was so much fun already! I couldn't even handle the idea of what a great time it'd be teasin' the uptight teen.
"Awright kid, calm down! I'm jus' playin' with'ya! Don't be sucha tightass," I said, slappin' the kid on the back and causin' him to stumble a little bit. He huffed and turned a little redder.
He had sharp shoulder blades. His figure looked so sleek and delicate…almost breakable. I roved my eyes over him. His torso was long and slender. It came to a small dip at his waist where his hips flared out just a little bit, and curved enough to make my mouth go dry. Long, nice-lookin' legs sprouted from a perky, firm lookin' rump. Shit, I was gettin' excited. Aizen in a bikini…Tousen in a tutu…Ulquiorra suckin' off Yami…Ishida's ass in frilly black-lace underwear. Damnit! I took a few deep breaths and counted to fifty to distract myself.
And, before ya ask, yes I can too count to fifty. So, shut it!
By the time I was done, my body had calmed, and my jailor had disappeared into the room on our left. I walked in to see him pullin' the spare futon into the spot a few feet away from his own. When he'd gotten it there, he returned to the closet to pull out some sheets and a pillow. They were nice, clean and white. There were little blue patterns of crosses in a rectangle maybe four inches from the hemline all around. In the middle of the giant rectangle was a big blue cross. He disappeared from the room for a few minutes, and when he came back he was wearin' silky drawstring pants and a matchin' shirt. I looked back at my futon.
"Those sheets are pretty cool kid. Where'd ya get'em?" I asked, kneelin' next to the futon to run my fingers over the patterns.
"I made them. Now shut up and go to sleep," Ishida said, slippin' into his own futon with a little blush across his nose. Made'em, huh? Well, that's different. I grinned, pullin' off my clothes and throwin' them in a heap next to my pillow.
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**Uryuu's POV**
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I blushed like a school girl when he complimented my designs on the sheets. Nobody had ever noticed them before. Stupid arracnar and his stupid, embarrassing curiosity. I calmed myself down, telling myself I should just be flattered that my work was complimented at all, before slipping under my sheets. I asked myself again why I was doing this for the Shinigami, after all, I hated them. But, then I remembered all the Shinigami who'd had my back during the war, thus remembering my reasoning behind agreeing to this favor. I heard some rustling from the arracnar's side of the room and turned my head to see what he was up to. My face nearly exploded with the amount of blood that rose to it.
'He's a natural blue…'
"JAEGERJAQUES-SAN!" I sputtered out, covering my eyes with my hands to block the view of a very naked, very built, former Espada.
"What?" He asked, and I swear it was so innocent a tone I almost ceased being angry.
"What do you mean WHAT? Put your clothing back on this instant!" I managed to order loudly. Jaegerjaques radiated confusion in a way that made me almost think that he really didn't know what he'd done wrong.
'Don't be fooled Uryuu…he's just messing with you,' I thought.
"But I always sleep like this…" The blue haired man said.
I heard another rustle and chanced a glance out of the corner of my eye to see he'd pulled the sheet up over his hips. I sighed in relief, pulling my hand from my eyes as I readied myself to let loose a firm lecture on sleeping nude in my house. But, my hormones had a different idea….my hormones decided that my brain should halt, and fixate on the fact that Jaegerjaques's completely naked form was rubbing against my sheets. My eyes traced his musculature of their own accord, my tired, now hormone controlled mind admiring how perfectly sculpted he was. The naked groove of the arracnar's hips dipped below the sheets, concealing the most important part of anatomy from my view. A naked part…naked under the sheets I made.
'Shit! I need to stop,' I thought frantically.
I slammed my eyes shut, willing my lungs to work slower as my mind spun with the idea that I was attracted to my former enemy. The fact that he was male was the furthest thing from my mind…I'm not the type to really care about that. I couldn't care less what other people think of who I choose to spend my time with. So long as we're compatible, I'm satisfied. But, the fact that he was a Hollow…a former Espada quite high in the ranks. It bothered me greatly.
I pushed the idea away. No, I wasn't attracted to him…I was merely stunned by his nudity. It's only natural to react that way when a person with a near perfect body suddenly bares it all in front of you. I vehemently convinced myself of that idea, not noticing that Jaegerjaques was still staring at me. His gruff voice startled me from my internal reverie.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't know ya were sucha lil' prude. Gimme somethin' ta wear. Wouldn't want'ya dyin' of a heart attack or anythin'," the older man said in a slightly irritated tone.
I finally managed to open my eyes to peer at him tiredly. He looked uncomfortable and a little abashed. It's not something you see on Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques's face every day. I supposed he really didn't know what he'd done wrong. He must've been so used to sleeping by himself that he just forgot proper manners…or he lacked them completely. I wondered if maybe he just didn't think anything of being naked. As if he'd heard my inner debate, he started to explain.
"Humans are so weird. If I woulda known ya were gonna freak out like that, I wouldn'ta got naked like I did. In Hueco Mundo I was always by myself in my room, and nobody was really payin' enough attention ta me ta care whether I was naked or not," he said. I sighed and opened my mouth to say something, but he kept going.
"I didn't mean ta getchya all crazy like that. It's jus' what I'm used ta," he continued.
"Before that bastard Aizen turned me into this, I never wore clothes. I'm comfortable naked…I like bein' naked," Jaegerjaques finished. I swallowed harder than usual at his words. I couldn't quite stop the thought that I liked him being naked too. The way his electric blue eyes held mine with that silver hint of moonlight tinting their depths certainly didn't help my situation.
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**Grimm's POV**
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"I'll put somethin' on if ya give me somethin'. That pervert at the shop didn't give me night clothes, and I don't wanna sleep in the ones I was wearin'…they're not really comfortable," I offered, takin' in the kid's shaken appearance. You'd think he'd never seen another man naked before. Oh crap, he probably hadn't.
"No…it's fine," he said. I felt my eyes widen in shock. That was unexpected.
"I understand. If that's how you're comfortable, then it's fine for tonight. I don't think any of my clothes would fit you anyway," the kid said softly, his eyes not leavin' the floor.
He was right of course. His slender figure was even more visible to me in the silk shirt and drawstring pants he wore. He was much shorter than I was. I definitely wouldn't be comfortable in any of his clothing. I definitely wouldn't be comfortable in those baggy, slightly itchy sweatpants I took off either. I was beginnin' to wonder if Pervert-shopkeeper did this on purpose. If I'd known that humans slept in clothes, I would have asked for some sleepin' clothes. I just assumed everyone slept like I did…in the nude.
"Tomorrow we'll take some of the money Yamamoto-soutaicho gave me and get you some more clothing," Ishida said, finally lookin' up at me with his deep blue eyes.
I noticed, suddenly, that his glasses were gone. He was even prettier without them. Not that his glasses didn't make him totally sexy in a smart, sharp-lookin' way. His face was just so much softer lookin' without them. He looked more innocent…cuter. Fuck, I needed to stop thinkin' of him that way. An attraction to him would only cause the most painful set of blueballs for me ever. The kid totally just balked about my nudity. He wasn't the type of kid to jump into bed with his ex-enemy/probation charge.
"Awright…jus' don't wake me up too early! I haven't slept right since they threw me in that cell in Soul Society," I grumbled, pullin' the soft sheet up over my body, and layin' myself on the comfortable futon. The smoothness of the fabric felt amazing against my bare skin. I wondered if maybe I could convince the kid to make me some clothes.
"Hm…you'll have all day to sleep tomorrow. I have to go to school. Urahara-san will be coming over to watch you while I'm gone. We'll go shopping when I get home," the boy said, eyes flutterin' shut. I couldn't help but admire how long his eyelashes were, or how nicely they looked against his high cheekbones.
"I don't want that pervert coming here while I'm asleep!" I growled tiredly. I swear he chuckled a little.
"Dun blame you…" His voice was beginnin' to slur in his tired state.
"Go to sleep, kid. We'll figure it out in the mornin'. Jus' wake me up when ya get up I guess," I said watchin' him fall further and further into sleep.
"Mhmm…'morrow…" He murmured, and then his breath evened out.
I was a little shocked that he'd just fall asleep with me, his ex-enemy, not four feet away from him. It seemed a little too trustin' for the kind of person he'd shown himself to be so far. I thought about it for a while before I noticed a thin gleamin' thing….like a spider's web lit by moonlight, surroundin' him. I smirked…he really was a smart kid. All around him were strings of reishi spread out like trip-wire. If I even got within two feet of him…he would feel it. Closin' my eyes I let sleep take me over quickly. Images of dark blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and slender, pale legs flashed through my REM cycles in my unconscious state. I would wake up the next mornin' hard.
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