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Shackles	By : Arisu-Ami-Chan Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach nor its characters, yadda yadda. Only using them for my enjoyment. Don't write for profit or money, only because I can.

Chapter List
- 1-Shackles
- 2-Broken
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Summary: A month was all he had been in Hueco Mundo for. A month away from Karakura, his family, his friends. A month wondering if search parties were still looking for him, trying to find him, trying to save him. A month and he was beaten, broken, ruined, and ready for death to greet him.
Mood: Not pleasant, I'll tell ya that. And listening to Disney songs kills the mood of the piece, I'll say that. And I'm... Uncomfortable with this, just a tiny bit. Oh god, I'm nuts....
Alternate Timeline: Yep. Ichi ain't a Prisoner of War during the Rescue Orihime arc, so I figured "Why the hell not make it so he is one?" Or this can be during the Thousand-Year Blood War arc, whatever makes you happy.
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Random healers and servants living in Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Pairings: There's no GrimmIchi if that's what most of you wanna know. Ichi's a POW, after all. And... Well, usually if you wanna break something, you throw it to the ground to abuse.
Theme: Broken. Sometimes... Well, I have no idea what to say other than to read Chapter One before this part!

Ichigo gasped and panted for breath, wounds running along his body from his battle with Grimmjow. He hissed in pain as he was forced onto his knees by the aforementioned male, who then yanked him up by his hair.
"Get the fuck up, Kurosaki! Get the fuck up and keep fighting me!" Ichigo gave him a defiant look.
"Go screw yourself, you asshole. I ain't doin' this anymore. I can't keep going any longer..."
Grimmjow snarled and forced Ichigo to the floor, straddling his person to keep him from wiggling away. "Don't you dare give me those eyes! Don't even think about saying you're too weak. BRING OUT YOUR BANKAI AND BATTLE ME!"
Ichigo ignored his order, forcing Grimmjow off of him and slowly stood, using Zangetsu as a cane. "You stabbed me in the stomach once, in my leg twice and I think a few of my ribs are broken, you idiot. I lost too much blood and I'm lightheaded. Why do you think I'm telling you to stop...?"
Ichigo gave Grimmjow such a pathetic gaze and the six foot one inch male got up from his spot and snarled again. "FINE! Leave, you weakling!"
Ichigo waved off his insult like it was nothing, limping out of the simulated blue sky room they had fought in before.
Grimmjow howled in rage, breaking anything within his sword's reach, angry at the unfinished battle.
Ichigo, on the other hand, was tired. Worn out, sick of having to be Grimmjow's toy. He just wanted to go home to his family, to live a normal life. Or as normal as he could get away with considering he was a Soul Reaper.
He hissed as a nurse wrapped his torso up in some bandages to help keep the stab wound from getting any worse than it already was and to allow time for his ribs to heal. "Please be careful for the next few days."
He nodded and hopped off the examination table, allowing another servant to help him to his bed chambers, Grimmjow having caved to Nel's whining after she had heard Ichigo was locked in shackles in the dark, dank dungeon. Seriously, why the hell did Aizen have a dungeon?
He didn't want to know, nor did he want to ask, so he kept silent about it. Ichigo flopped down on the bed, groaning as he felt his body twinge in pain from the action. Grimmjow was brutal. Or at least worst than when he battled him during his rescue of Orihime. Talk about anger issues...
Grimmjow on the other hand, roamed the halls of Las Noches with a scowl on his face. Fucking Kurosaki... Fucking weakling... Fucking fucktard didn't know how to stay and fucking battle him!!
Grimmjow snarled in rage, punching the wall next to him and ignoring the huge dent he created. Then that fucking green haired brat had to force him to accommodate Kurosaki instead of keep him in the dungeon.
He stormed past the teenager's room before an evil idea came to mind. Oh, he would get that stupid little punk to listen to him all right. And he'd do it just the way he wanted. He opened the door before him silently with a simple shot of reiatsu and studying the sleeping Ichigo.
Ichigo was dreaming of home. Yuzu's delicious meals, Karin's attitude, and their father's craziness. God, he missed them all so, so much!
Oddly enough, it felt like his father had thrown him out of bed in an attempt to wake him in his dream and reality, out of character for his usual morning wake up call. "Dad... Lemme sleep in. 's the weekend..."
"Guess again, Kurosaki!" Brown eyes opened at the sound of Grimmjow's voice leaving his father's mouth in his dream, Ichigo struggling to scramble away from the crazed male. "Fuck off, Grimmjow! Seriously, lemme sleep!"
"No. You'll be allowed to fucking sleep when you start to obey me!" The blue haired male snarled, slamming a hand into Ichigo throat and banging his skull into the floor. "When you obey, you get rewarded. You don't and I punish you."
Ichigo clawed at Grimmjow's hand, struggling to free himself and breathe. "Le-let! Go!"
"SHUT! UP!" Grimmjow squeezed his hand tighter, watching as Ichigo's eyes slowly started to grow wide with fear. "You'll do well to start listening to your master."
Ichigo choked softly, weakly clawing at the hand around his throat now, trying to get the angered male to release him. "Le-let..." Ichigo gasped out, wasting more of the air he had left in his lungs, watching as his vision slowly started to fade until Grimmjow had wound his fingers into Ichigo's tattered kosode and slammed him into the wall.
"Gri-mm! Jo-ow!" Ichigo gasped out, pain racking through his spine. At this rate, Grimmjow would kill him before he could live to see the next day.
"Don't fucking look at me with those goddamn eyes of yours! I wanna rip your eyes out and stick 'em by my bed with a knife in them! I can stab them all I want, pretend I'm stabbing you!"
At this point, Ichigo was frightened. Sacred. Shit... How in the hell was he going to get out of this? He didn't have the strength to kick Grimmjow away nor could he cut himself free with Zangetsu, who was still by the bed against the wall.
The only thing Ichigo really could do was struggle and wiggle to get free. "Lemme go!"
Ichigo winced as Grimmjow forced his skull against the wall, nearly whining at the sharp pain that sang from the base again. "At this rate, you'll give me a concussion before you can fight me!!"
"Who said anything about fighting?" Grimmjow muttered, throwing Ichigo onto his hands and knees, and kneeled behind him as he undid his obi.
"Wait, what? Grimmjow, what are you doing?!" Ichigo started to crawl across the floor, trying to get away from Grimmjow, who had a grip on his hakama. There was the sound of fabric being ripped and Ichigo was dragged by his ankle towards Grimmjow again.
"You'll do well to fucking listen to me, Kurosaki. You may think we're equal, but we're not! I am the fucking king! I will be obeyed! I will have order, I will have you, and anyone else who dares look down upon me will be under my thumb!"
Ichigo was shaking in fear. 'What am I going to do?! I can't escape!' He was scared, truly afraid.
Grimmjow was a beast. A wolf in sheep's clothing, a dangerous creature...
Grimmjow was hard. By the time he got his hakama undone, he was dripping and ready to screw that ass before him. This should hopefully teach Kurosaki how to behave...

Before he started, Grimmjow grabbed the ripped back side of Ichigo's uniform and tore it into a few strips, wrapping them over the teen's mouth as a make shift gag.

Ichigo whimpered in fear, the gag over his mouth muffling the sound a bit. 'Please! No, stop!' He thought, eyes frantic and wild with fear and shock as he watched over should as Grimmjow got settled behind him.

"You should know... Fear's a turn on for me." Grimmjow whispered in his ear, tying Ichigo's hands behind his back to keep him from crawling away.

And then, Ichigo screamed.

Grimmjow hissed behind him as he slowly pushed into the teen, growling deep in his throat.

Ichigo wiggled and screamed behind the gag, trying to get away from Grimmjow but not getting very far.

"QUIET!" Grimmjow roared behind him, anger making his eyes flash dangerously. Ichigo fell silent, crying and shaking under the taller male. It hurts! How in the hell could he not be quiet?!
"Good boy... Maybe I'll fuck you more often. You're so... Expressive." Grimmjow murmured, already pulling out and ramming his prick back into Ichigo's ass.
After the first few thrusts, Ichigo went numb. He was still crying, but he had fallen silent as Grimmjow continued to rape him.
Grimmjow, when he was close to cumming, bit Ichigo's shoulder once he yanked the stupid top off his torso. He bit down and made Ichigo let out a screaming sob, tears flowing faster as he marked his pet for what he was.
Then Grimmjow came. He cummed enough that as he rode out his orgasm, his sperm leaking from the teenager's bleeding and raw ass.
Ichigo didn't move, even as Grimmjow pulled out and thrusted two fingers inside his bleeding anus to try and remove his seed.
"You understand what I can do to you, now?" Grimmjow growled, noticing how limp the orange haired male's shaft still was. Ichigo frantically nodded, totally and completely scared out of his mind.
"Good." With a soft snap, the fabric around Ichigo's wrists broke, his arms falling limp at his sides as he was ungaged. "Clean this shit up and fucking shower. You're eating with me tonight."
Ichigo obeyed, having never done anything for anyone other than Yuzu. He limped into the bathroom, unaware of Grimmjow setting out a black collar and an Espada uniform for him to wear.
He was broken. Beaten, defeated. Ruined... Ready to die, ready to listen to Grimmjow's orders, if and when they came. This was only the start to Ichigo's obedience and complaniant attitude towards Grimmjow.
He scrubbed his skin until it was red from too hot water angry heat and washing, wrapping up in a towel to keep warm as he started to dress, slipping the collar around his neck and leaving the room, a slave to Grimmjow's desire and commands.
If only his nakama could see him now...
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