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Betrayed	By : Shiro-The-Espada Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two:

Eyes slowly began to open.

Heart slowly began to ache.

Head slowly began to throb.

Who was he?

What was his name?

When had he gone to sleep?

Why did he hurt so much?

Slowly sitting up, he looked around sluggishly, seeing white all around him. The walls, the door, the floor, the ceiling, the bedsheets, his skin. His skin?

It was a lethargic motion, but he began rubbing firmly at his skin, trying to wipe away the clinical colour of his skin. It was unfamiliar. It was new. He hated it. His eyes moved to the needle embedded in his arm, feeding him fluids of some kind, he was attached to a large drip hung beside the bed.

"Who am I?" he breathed, his voice soft, yet had an undercurrent of pain.

The door opposite him opened abruptly and he just looked around, apathetic and without interest, that was until he saw who he was looking at and his memories detonated in his head like an atomic bomb.

Blue. He saw blue. Flashes of blue wherever he looked, yet he'd never put two and two together.

He flew out of bed, the needle ripping from his arm as he grabbed the unsuspecting man around the throat and wrestled him to the floor, "IT WAS YOU! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! YOU DID THIS TO THEM! YOU MURDERER! THAT WAS MY FAMILY YOU SICK FUCK! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!" he was screaming, his eyes coiled with hatred and untold levels of violence.

Someone grabbed him from behind and lifted him away, they were calmly telling him to calm down, to calm himself so things could be explained. But he couldn't he wanted to butcher the man who'd murdered his sisters. His sweet, innocent sisters.

A gasp left his lips suddenly and he stopped fighting, his eyes fixed on the orb being held in front of him, it was glowing, swirling with power, it was beautiful yet terrifying, calming yet tempestuous. He felt his anger and desire for murder ebb away and he suddenly slumped, panted softly as he watched long locks of orange hair fall down around his face.

"That's better... Grimmjow get up and get those cuts seen to before you bleed everywhere." the person holding Ichigo up spoke authoritatively and waited until the slightly stunned blue haired man had left before he guided the other back to the bed and lifted him up into it.

Ichigo's eyes lifted as he was put into bed and he looked surprised to see he was looking up into the face of Aizen Sousuke, he licked his lips and searched his face, looking for information before he spoke.

"I am truly sorry, Ichigo, the answer to your question is that yes... Everything that happened in your house was true." the brunette spoke softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, "But my people and I had nothing to do with it. Grimmjow, though a violent brute at times, did not murder them."

The small amount of hope he had left vanished at his words, he could taste the truth in the air and he let his head fall back onto the soft pillows, his mouth suddenly dry, "W... Who was it then?" he asked weakly.

Aizen hesitated for half a minute before letting out a breath, "Soul Society." he said in a single breath.

Ichigo's eyes widened and a sick feeling settled in his stomach, "N-No... No they wouldn't... They... They wouldn't..."

"Please try to stay calm Ichigo, I understand your distress but you are still in an unstable way. Take some breaths... I will try to explain as best I can." he murmured, patting one pale hand gently.

The strawberry laid back and did as he was told, inhaling and exhaling in a rhythm as he tried to maintain control, he wanted to freak out, to rip the room apart, to tear someone apart like his sisters had been... He closed his eyes as tears pricked them, no, he didn't want to tear anyone apart. No one deserved that.

"You have been growing in strength, at an almost uncontrollable rate. At first I have no doubt Soul Society saw this as a good thing, you would be an effective tool to use against me. But you have displayed such will power, such strength against authority that... They began to fear your power. If you ever found reason to turn on them you would be capable of completely destroying every last Shinigami..." Aizen sighed softly, "So, from my sources, a decision was made by Central 46, by Yamamoto to kill you before you became a threat."

Ichigo looked up at him slowly, "Then they should have killed me... But not... Not my family... They hadn't done anything wrong... They were innocent... My sisters... My... My sisters hadn't done anything..." he swallowed hard and fought to hold back his tears.

"Your entire family had Spiritual Energy. That made each and every one of them a threat."

He sucked in a breath at his words and shook his head, biting down on his lip hard, "No... No! They were not threats!" he exclaimed, "They were children! They were just... Just children... I... I never... I never even said goodnight to them... I just... Went to bed..." he looked at his hands and seemed to stare, "... Who was it? Who did they send to kill me? To kill... Us..."

Aizen watched him carefully and reached out, petting down some of the more unruly locks of hair, "Soi-Fon... And Unohana."

"Unohana!?" he gasped, suddenly looking at him, "I expected Soi-Fon... She's a cruel little bitch but... But... Unohana..." he shook his head, "I..."

"She is not what she appears to be, that woman has a history darker than even mine. I have no doubt she enjoyed what happened just as much as Soi-Fon." he said a little bitterly.

Ichigo closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands, his grief was great and his loss even greater, he had never felt so alone in his life, this was worse than the death of his mother, at least he had still had his dad and sisters, now he had no one.

"Where am I?" he asked after a moment.

"Hueco Mundo, I had Grimmjow bring you here to Las Noches, my home." Aizen reached out and made Ichigo look at him, "This is your home too now. If you wish to leave you may do so... But I must warn you that you can never become a human again, and you are no longer a Shinigami either."

"So basically if I leave I'm fucked?!" he exclaimed, slapping the other's hand away, "What did you do to me?! Did you plan to trap me here?!"

Aizen closed his eyes and let out a breath, he hated being sworn at, "I did not." he said firmly, "What has been done to you, had already begun before Grimmjow arrived."

"And what exactly has been done to me?! What am I?!" he yelled, sitting up in bed as his anger flared, "Why was Grimmjow there anyway?! He had been following me hadn't he! I kept seeing flashes of blue! It was him! Wasn't it?!"

The door opened suddenly and the man in question walked in, the scratched Ichigo had given him were already little more than red lines on his face, he looked remarkably calm, "Yeah, kid, I was following you. And before you get your little panties in a twist, it wasn't to do evil and perverse things to you either! I was there because we knew the attack was coming, and I was there to try and protect you."

"Well you did a SHIT job didn't you!"

"You think I don't already know that?!" he barked, silencing Ichigo, "I might have failed at a lot of things in my life, but I will never be able to forgive myself for not saving your kid sisters. Believe it or not I have morals! And hurting kids is never okay! I would have protected them! But another Shinigami had been following me and tackled me as I tried to move in on your house, I managed to knock him out and then when I reached you... They were already dead. The only thing I could do was get you out of there..."

The strawberry looked down and curled some of his hair around his fingers, "I don't remember you getting there..." he commented.

"Yeah well... You were doing weird shit when I found you." he muttered, cracking his neck muscles.

Aizen interrupted when he saw Ichigo about to retort, "What Grimmjow means is that your inner world fractured because of the mental and emotional trauma you experienced. That means that you and your inner world were no longer separated, so your Hollow began to merge with you."

"So... Shiro started trying to take control at that moment? I knew he was a bastard but that's low..."

He was momentarily taken aback that Ichigo had named his inner Hollow but shook it off, "Not at all. He didn't have any say in the matter. When the wall between your Hollow and yourself breaks down there is an instant bond that neither party can control. For example when you pour milk into a cup of tea, the two blend instantly yes?"

Ichigo nodded slowly, finally beginning to understand somewhat, "I get it."

"When I found you, you were suspended from the ceiling in a cocoon of hardened Reiatsu, it was protecting you and anaesthetising you as you made the transformation from human, to Shinigami, to Hollow." Grimmjow picked up where he had left off, "You were basically like a butterfly. So I cut you down and carried you here. None of us have ever seen anything like it before."

"So I'm a Hollow now?"

"Yes." Aizen murmured, "You are an Arrancar. Humanoid in appearance, the same as Grimmjow, and the other Espada you have met before."

"That's why I can't hear Shiro anymore?" he asked.

"Exactly, the two of you are now one. You may still, at times, get a sense of what he would do rather than what you would do, like when you change your mind over things, but it will appear more natural now." the brunette told him.

He nodded and laid back slowly, looking at his snow white skin and long hair, he felt sick. And he felt lonely. Heck he would have even been glad to have a cuddle with Kon at that moment in time.

Aizen cleared his throat and stood up, "I'm afraid I must attend to a few things now, Ichigo, but Grimmjow will stay with you for a while, if you have any further questions, or need anything, just ask him." he rested a hand on the other's shoulder for a moment before he left the room, the door swinging shut with a meaningful click.

Grimmjow shuffled and finally sat down in the chair beside the bed, he looked at Ichigo and smiled weakly, "I'm pretty sure you want to batter me still for lettin' you down... And that's fine. But I've got your back now, so you can get some more sleep if you want, I won't let anyone near you now. Its gonna to be all right."

Ichigo looked at him a little sceptically, "Like I'd trust anyone of you." he muttered and turned his back on him.

He snorted, "And to think I called you an idiot." he scoffed.
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