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CHAPTER 2
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Ichigo scowled darkly as he made his way to the dreaded Las Noches ward. His footsteps echoed loudly in the deserted hallways and he swore if anyone had been around, they would be able to hear his hammering heart. A large, metal door loomed before him and even though he didn't want to go beyond it, he was resigned to his fate.
Once he approached the door, he lifted his ID card and swiped it nervously through the security pad, the neon green light blinking cheerfully. He heaved the heavy portal open and passed over the threshold, absolute terror gripping him from the inside out.
He seriously didn't want to be there.
The hall beyond the door was gray, cold and damp, the walls themselves seeming to cry in misery from housing the dangerous patients. The metal door clanged shut, making Ichigo jump nervously, then look around wildly. An ominous dripping noise echoed throughout the dimly lit corridor, causing the facility to truly resemble a scene from a horror flick. The lamps overhead, swung morosely back and forth, flickering and stuttering, the low wattage not doing a great job of illuminating anything.
The stone floor only added to the creepy atmosphere, but that had absolutely nothing on the surrounding cells. Thick, iron bars separated the patients from the outside world, while the small cell itself held a lonely futon and a mounted toilet. There was a total of six cells, three on each side of the short hallway and at the end of said hallway was a glass booth. Ichigo assumed that was where he was supposed to be stationed for the evening.
Directly to his right was another corridor that branched off and led to even more halls and cells. A strange vibe emanated from that direction that sent chills skittering down his spine.
He definitely didn't like the feel of it.
Ichigo slowly made his way past the cells, frightening-looking patients staring at him as he walked by. One woman watched him intently, even going as far as sticking out her tongue and wiggling it at him. Her long, orange hair hung limply in her face creating a curtain that she peered through with ice-blue eyes. Her pouty lips were dry and cracked, but stretched into a coy smirk.
"Hey, cutie. Why dontcha undo this straitjacket and lemme show ya a thing or two," she crooned, her husky voice breaking from what Ichigo assumed was disuse.
He shook his head uncomfortably and marched past her, his steps quickening as he went. He tried to keep his focus forward in order not to make eye contact with anymore patients, but a whispered "psst" inevitably caught his attention. He slowly turned his head to the right and his eyes widened.
"Mah, what's yer name, new guy?"
Ichigo swallowed audibly and shivered. The aura dripping from this man screamed insane. He was tall, thin, had gleaming, silver hair and a wide cheshire cat grin - minus the teeth - and his grin was so big, it made his slanted eyes appear closed.
What in the fuck?
Ichigo ignored the man's question and continued towards the security booth.
Scratch that.
He practically ran.
He reached the booth, swiped his ID through and flung the door open, slipping inside, then happily sighing in relief. He felt like he'd just escaped a life-threatening situation. His heart was skipping behind his ribs and he'd broken into a cold sweat.
These fucking Las Noches patients were scarier than that little creep that hosted that American show, Tales From the Crypt.
Ichigo stood in the doorway of the security booth, surveying his surroundings. The room was small and only held a tall desk, with two stools behind it, a counter on the opposite side covered with papers and folders, and a panel of screens that he assumed held the feed of security cameras.
In his haste to get inside, he had overlooked the fierce-looking, blonde woman seated in one of the stools behind the tall, metal desk. She was staring at him condescendingly with sharp, clear green eyes and a nearly blank expression. Her white scrubs contrasted with her bright, blonde hair and brown skin, but definitely didn't detract from her obvious good looks.
Hell, if he actually swung that way, he would've considered asking her out.
On the other hand, she looked kind of scary.
"You're Kenpachi's replacement."
Ichigo wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement, but decided to nod anyway. She in turn, nodded as well before returning her focus to whatever book she was reading, "I'm Halibel. I already know you're Kurosaki Ichigo."
Ichigo pressed his lips together and moved to the counter on the other side of the room, studying the small screens. There were scenes from all of the corridors of Las Noches, as labeled at the bottom of each screen. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so he moved to the only empty stool and sat.
And sat.
And then, sat some more.
Two hours had passed and Ichigo was beyond bored. He was really starting to wish he'd brought a book like Halibel had, but he hadn't known he wouldn't be doing anything at all.
He'd been studiously cleaning dirt from beneath his fingernails, when Halibel shifted, drawing his attention. He glanced over and noticed she had climbed to her feet and was heading for the security booth's door. As she pulled it open, she threw him a look over her shoulder, "Stay here, I'm going on lunch. I don't expect anything to happen, so you should be fine." And with that, she left the small room.
Ichigo watched with wide eyes as Halibel marched down the hallway and disappeared behind the large, metal door that marked freedom from Las Noches.
Fuck.
His lunch wasn't for another two and a half hours.
Which meant he was alone in Las Noches with a group of dangerously unstable people.
Double fuck.
Not only that, but he seriously had to piss and he wasn't sure he could hold it until his lunch break. Ichigo didn't have to look around to know that there wasn't a bathroom anywhere near this main hallway, so that meant he would have to search the hallway he'd seen when he'd first entered Las Noches.
Triple fuck.
Ichigo didn't appreciate not knowing anything about the place, other than it was seriously scary. His knees bounced up and down as he tried to ignore the feeling of his bladder expanding nearly to the point of exploding. His dick twitched uncomfortably and he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to be able to make it.
He jumped from his seat and eased out of the security booth, then briskly jogged to the end of the corridor, ignoring the jeering calls from a few of the patients. Ichigo hesitated at the entrance to the other hallway, but when a sharp twinge signaled his urinary release, he quickly trotted down the winding hall. There were a few scattered cells, but most of them were empty.
The empty passage twisted and turned into another winding corridor, this one housing strange-looking cells. Instead of iron bars separating the patients held inside, there were thick, glass walls, completely see-through and probably shatter-proof. One of three cells was empty, the other two occupied.
A petite man with inky-black hair and emerald green eyes sat against the far wall of the cell, staring out at Ichigo with a deadpan expression. A straitjacket confined his arms and he wore the customary blue scrubs. His feet were bare, but he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he didn't seem to mind anything.
Ichigo rushed past his cell, only to stop dead in his tracks at the next.
Thank heavens for the thick glass separating him from the patients because this man was the scariest...person...he'd ever seen in his life. The man was pressed against the glass, even though he was confined in a straitjacket. His ash-white hair seemed to reflect the harsh, fluorescent lighting of the cell, as did his pale skin. He had the widest grin ever, but his eyes were the most frightening thing about him. They were inverted...somehow. The irises were a bright gold, while the sclera was crow-black.
Yet, that still, oddly, didn't top what the man was currently DOING.
The albino was pressed against the glass wall of his cell...LICKING the glass and wiggling his hips in an obscene manner. Ichigo shuddered and hurried past, unable to drown out the man's loud witch-cackling.
He rounded a corner and breathed a sigh of relief. The last corridor housed actual doors that had to lead to rooms of some sort. Once he took a closer look at the doors, his relief evaporated like a cloud. The doors were numbered one through six and he was currently standing right outside of the door labeled "6".
Was this the padded room Dr. Grantz warned him about? Where the fuck was the bathroom then? He so didn't wanna be there. What the fuck was Dr. Grantz thinking? And where the fuck was he?
Ichigo turned in a full circle, panic creeping in on him as he realized he had no idea where he was, but knew for certain he had no business there. He started to leave the area when a voice in his head halted his progress.
What was that?
He paused and perked his ears, hoping to hear the deep, gruff voice again. He craned his neck in interest, his curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he should be booking it out of there, but he wanted to find the origin of that sinful voice. For some reason, instead of scaring him, it intrigued him. Almost turned him on.
'Kurosaki, eh? Gotta first name, Kurosaki?' the voice inquired.
Ichigo jumped drastically and whirled around to look behind him. His heart was literally galloping in his chest and his palms and armpits were beginning to sweat. There was no one else in the short corridor.
What the fuck was going on?
'Aww, don't be scared. I ain't gonna hurtcha.'
Ichigo swallowed convulsively and blinked uncontrollably. His imagination was running away with him now. It was one thing when he thought the voice actually had an owner, but now that he couldn't see anyone, he was beginning to get afraid. His stomach pitched and rolled, making him totally nauseous.
"Wh-who are you?" he called out, feeling like a complete fool.
'Ya want mah name? Or what they call me in here?' the deep voice continued.
"What do you mean?"
Ichigo knew his voice was shaking and unsteady, but he needed to know what the fuck was going on. The voice chuckled and the sound was pretty damned sexy.
Wait...what?
'Yer orderly friends call me Sexta, er six, but mah name's Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. Nice ta meet ya...Ichigo.'
Ichigo jolted as if he'd been electrocuted. How the fuck did this voice know his fucking name?
'That's mah little secret.'
Again Ichigo jumped. He was quite certain he hadn't said anything. At least...not out loud.
What the fuck was going on?
'Dontcha wanna come find out, Berry? I'm kinda itchin' ta see whatcha look like anyway,' the gruff baritone persuaded.
Ichigo shook his head almost frantically. He knew better than that. This was the room Dr. Grantz had warned him about, he was sure of it. He wasn't even supposed to be near this place.
"I-I'm not supposed to do that, Grimmjow. You should know that," Ichigo responded quietly.
That sexy chuckle floated through his mind again, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, 'Ya always follow the rules, Berry?'
Ichigo scowled at the nickname and the statement. Of course he didn't always follow the rules. Hell, if that was the case, he wouldn't be there in the first place.
'Ya see? Tell ya what, Berry, I'm feelin' real generous-like. If I promise not ta try an' escape, will ya come in an' see me?' Grimmjow asked, his deep voice a low, soothing rumble.
Ichigo glanced nervously at the security pad beside the door labeled "6" and worried his bottom lip. He shifted his weight to his right foot and sighed.
This was wrong.
This was extremely wrong, but he had to admit, his curiosity was winning out against his morals.
Big time.
Besides, if Grimmjow was as sexy as his voice sounded, maybe it would be worth a look-see. Maybe.
'Heh, thanks for the compliment, Berry. Yers ain't bad either. So, whataya say?'
Ichigo blushed furiously and scowled darkly, "How the fuck are you doing that?" he shouted, a bit peeved.
Grimmjow chuckled again, this time a little louder, 'I told ya, that's a secret, but maybe I'll tell ya if ya come see me. I get real lonely in here, ya know?'
"Fuck!" Ichigo hissed in frustration. "I could lose my fucking job! I need this job!"
'Who's Karin?'
"Look, asshole! Stay outta my goddamned head!"
'Oi, calm down, Berry. Ya won't lose yer job, but ya gotta hurry. The ice bitch is only gonna be gone for an hour,' Grimmjow's silky voice caressed Ichigo's mind like a satin sheet.
Ichigo glanced around wildly, trying his hardest to come up with an answer to this madness. He had completely lost the urge to relieve himself and instead, only wanted to see what this man looked like. He wanted to understand how Grimmjow managed to get inside his head the way he did.
"Fine," he whispered in defeat, "but you can't try to escape! Fuck, what the hell am I saying? You'll just do whatever the hell you want anyway, right?"
'Nah, I'm a man a'mah word. Got nowhere ta go anyway. So, what're ya gonna do?'
Ichigo bit his bottom lip and clutched his ID card. God, he was so going to get fired, but...he had to know.
He had to see.
His hand was poised over the security pad, when a thought occurred to him, "Wh-what about the security cameras? Won't they see me?"
Grimmjow outright laughed and this time, Ichigo could hear it through the door, even though it was muffled, 'They don't put cameras in mah wing anymore. It doesn't do any good.'
What the fuck?
Ichigo gulped and before he lost his nerve, swiped his ID through the security pad. The neon green light blinked and a lock was thrown, the white, metal door swinging open silently. His breathing picked up and his heart sounded similar to the drumline of a marching band. His palms were slick with perspiration and his throat and mouth were incredibly dry.
In short, he was fucking petrified.
The door swung open, revealing a small, padded room. The small space was dark, but the light from the hallway somewhat illuminated the wall directly across from Ichigo. At first, he didn't see anything, but once his eyes adjusted, his breath was taken away and all he could do was gape at the man seated on the floor, leaning against the padded wall.
Wild, bright blue hair stuck up in untamed spikes, while a few stubborn tendrils fell across his brow. Half-lidded, electric blue eyes gleamed back at Ichigo, amusement shining in their depths and a perfect mouth was turned up into a wide, devilish smirk, abnormally sharp canines prominently displayed. The man's arms were pulled back in a white straitjacket and he also wore the customary blue scrubs, his feet bare.
Ichigo shivered violently. Should a mentally unstable person be THAT fucking gorgeous?
Grimmjow's smile faltered and his ocean-blue eyes darkened menacingly, "I ain't fuckin' mentally unstable, Berry. Watch it," he growled.
Ichigo felt his eyes widen, but he nodded all the same. For some reason, this man screamed danger. He thought about backing out of the room and hightailing it back to the main corridor, but he still needed answers. Like how the fuck Grimmjow was able to obviously hear his fucking thoughts.
Grimmjow grinned and leaned his head back against the wall, "Ya seem a bit frustrated there, Berry. Wanna talk about it?"
"Why don't you just read my mind, Professor X," Ichigo retorted.
"Wahahaha! I like ya, ya know? Those other orderlies were so fuckin' borin'. Yer much more..." at this Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, "...entertainin'."
Ichigo scowled, trying hard not to allow his disdainful frown to turn into a childish pout as he folded his arms across his chest. "You gonna tell me or what? I can leave, you know."
Grimmjow arched a slender, blue brow, pausing briefly before he pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his weight against the wall. He slowly eased up the wall and stood to his full height, which, truthfully, made Ichigo's mouth water and his knees quake.
He was fucking TALL.
Grimmjow stalked towards him and didn't stop until he was barely a foot away. Ichigo estimated the man's height to be around 6'3" and his body was extremely formidable as well. How a straitjacket-clad man managed to stay as...muscular and fit as Grimmjow did was beyond him. It was obvious from the incredibly broad shoulders and thick arms, not to mention those ridiculously long legs.
Fuck.
"Yer mind's like an open book, Berry. I can hear everything," Grimmjow murmured, leaning his upper body closer to Ichigo. "Ya smell good. Been a long time since I smelled somethin' I actually liked."
Ichigo felt a strong shudder wrack his slim frame. This man was absolutely lethal.
"Uh, um, thanks. A-are you gonna tell me h-how you're reading my thoughts, now?"
Grimmjow's grin spread, his canines giving Ichigo goosebumps, "Sure. On one condition."
"Condition? I thought me coming in here was the condition?"
"I got the answers ya want, so I make the rules, Berry. Jus' the way it goes."
Ichigo tried unsuccessfully to glare at the beautiful, blue-haired man, but what he managed was a wary stare. Grimmjow's blue brow went up again as he cocked his head to the side.
"Well?" the taller man asked.
Ichigo sucked his teeth in frustration, "What is it?" he snapped, annoyed.
"Ya gotta kiss me."
Nani?
"What? Wh-what are you talking about? I-I'm not gonna kiss you!"
Grimmjow shrugged those broad shoulders and rocked back on his heels, "Guess ya don't want yer answers."
Ichigo pursed his lips in thought. The man was testing him, he just knew it, but the man was also the most gorgeous being he'd ever seen in his life. One kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Ya keep thinkin' like that an' I might do more n'kiss ya, Berry," Grimmjow rumbled.
Fuck, his voice was insanely hot.
"Mmhm. Thanks."
Ichigo face-palmed. He had to watch what he was fucking thinking around this guy. He blew out an exasperated sigh and wrinkled his nose.
"Fine, fuck it. I'll do it," he ground through clenched teeth, brown eyes pinning Grimmjow with a fierce glare.
The blunet's sinister grin grew to epic proportions as he leaned forward again, "I want some tongue, too. I wanna see if ya taste as good as ya smell."
Ichigo knew his face was on fire from the intense burning spreading over his cheeks, down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. Blood hurried to his groin and his belly quivered excitedly.
Fuck, this was extremely bad.
He leaned forward, standing on his toes to meet Grimmjow halfway and was absolutely blown away by the soft lips that pressed against his. His body tingled and everything went up in a blaze.
He was crazy. That was the only explanation for his uncharacteristic behavior.
Ichigo settled his hands on the man's slim waist as a thick, hot tongue swept across his bottom lip. His fingers tightened on Grimmjow's scrubs and he opened his mouth, allowing the probing tongue to invade his overheated cavern.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The taller man growled softly and deepened the kiss, exploring the inside of Ichigo's mouth aggressively. Grimmjow sucked the shorter man's tongue into his mouth, then gently nipped his bottom lip upon releasing the wet appendage.
Ichigo pulled back and gasped for air. This was so wrong, but it felt so fucking amazing. Grimmjow smirked down at him and licked his lips slowly.
"Berry, lemme outta this straitjacket," he requested, his voice husky.
Ichigo shook his head, trying to free himself from his lusty stupor, "Th-that wasn't the agreement. How do I know you won't try to kill me, or escape, or something?" he asked breathlessly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Tch, I ain't goin' anywhere. I jus' wanna touch ya. Yer skin looks so soft, it's really temptin' me, ya know?"
"Who says I want you to touch me?" Ichigo returned snarkily.
Grimmjow just chortled, "He does," he stated, pointing with his chin towards Ichigo's nether regions. Ichigo glanced down and cringed.
Uwaahh! He was hard as a cinder block and hadn't even noticed!
"Shutup! That's not the point! I don't trust you!"
Grimmjow sighed exasperatedly, "Have I hurt ya yet?" Ichigo slowly shook his head. "Well, then, ya've got nothin' ta worry 'bout."
Ichigo blew out a frustrated breath and glared at Grimmjow once again, "If you kill me, I'll haunt you forever!" he snapped, knowing he sounded positively ridiculous.
The blue-haired man gave a loud bark of laughter before pinning Ichigo with a smoldering look, "Sounds promisin'."
"Urrgh, fuck you!"
"That sounds even better."
"Just shutup! Come here," Ichigo muttered as he reached for the straps and buckles holding Grimmjow's arms pressed against his abdomen.
His mind whirred frantically, while he undid the restraints and once they were all loosened, he guided the jacket off of the taller man. Grimmjow grinned widely, canines gleaming dangerously as he rubbed his arms. He wore a form-fitting, white t-shirt that just barely managed to reach his hips and Ichigo found it hard not to drool all over the place.
Christ Almighty.
"So! Tell me! No more rules and shit!" Ichigo snapped, getting extremely nervous now that the predatory man was free from his cage.
Grimmjow rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck, "Have ya wondered why they keep me in a straitjacket?" he asked softly, his voice low and frightening.
Ichigo gulped and nodded, "Y-yeah."
A strong-looking, tanned hand was lifted, index and middle fingers extended, "Lemme show ya."
Before Ichigo could even THINK about blinking, his body was flung against the west wall and pinned there by some unseeable force.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he screeched.
Grimmjow gave an evil smirk and ambled towards him, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Berry, yer too fuckin' trustin'. Now, don't worry, I ain't gonna kill ya, but ya might not wanna let yer guard down again."
"Wh-what did you...h-how the fuck are you doing this?"
"Ya see, Berry, I'm what ya'd call...special. I have a gift. I'm a telepath and I can hear other people's thoughts. C'n even manipulate 'em if I wanted. That's why ya could hear me in yer head. People don't understand mah gift, so they fear me instead. Buncha sheep, ya ask me. But anyway, they keep me locked in here with the thought that it'll keep the public "safe". They're idiots," Grimmjow calmly explained, still pinning Ichigo to the wall.
"Why are you in here?"
"Killed some people. They weren't very nice, pokin' me with needles and hookin' me up to these strange-lookin' machines. Then there were those that just altogether shunned me 'cuz a'mah looks and mah gift."
"Y-you killed people?" Ichigo asked incredulously, his voice rising an octave.
What the fuck had he done? He'd let loose a killer!
"Yeah. S'not a big deal, though, Berry. They weren't good people."
"N-not a big deal? You KILLED people! How the fuck is that not a big deal?"
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, the blue glittering like sapphires, "So, I shoulda let 'em damn near kill me instead, 'sat what ya sayin'?" he growled, the air in the small room growing heavy and tense.
Ichigo pursed his lips in thought. He knew for a fact that had he been in Grimmjow's shoes, he probably would've ended up in Las Noches as well. Slowly, he shook his head, "No."
As Ichigo watched Grimmjow's slight frown disappear and a smirk take its place, he knew for a fact that he'd just sealed his fate. There was something about the blue-haired man that scared and turned him on at the same time, and damned if he didn't want to figure out what exactly it was.
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