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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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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.

A/N: So here's the next chapter! I hope you like it. For all of my ff readers, I upped the rating because there are some pretty mature themes in this one, and I don't want to get in trouble. For all of my readers, don't worry, Halibel and Stark are coming in like the 5th chapter. I decided it'd be easier to do their chapters separately.
Pairings: GrimmIshi(main), RenUlquiRen (main), SadoIchi (side), StarkKira (side)
Warning: May contain spoilers, language, m/m hints, sexual themes
Beta'd by: Charlotte a.k.a MasterAkira

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Chapter 3
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I woke up that first mornin' hard as a rock. Pictures of a naked, flushed version of my probation officer bouncin' on my cock lingered in my mind stubbornly. It was definitely the quickest, strongest attraction I'd ever had to another person, and there was nothin' I could do to stop it. Being a feline-type hollow…I'd always been somethin' of a sexual creature. I'd often participated in violent, heady rutting sessions with others of my kind. Never hesitated…not once in my life. If I wanted someone, I could usually get them without a problem. Power's what attracted and aroused me…and I could tell the kid was powerful.
But, despite the fact that I knew he was powerful and strong, I knew I couldn't just bend him over the nearest surface and fuck the ever livin' daylights out of him. I don't know what it was. Maybe because he looked so fragile…maybe because he was so innocent and young. There was just somethin' about Ishida Uryuu that made me want to be careful. Well, there was the fact that if I did that, Kurosaki and all his Shinigami friends would shove a barbed, sandpaper-wrapped pole up my ass in retaliation. Then, there was the fact that I'd probably be put to death if I did force myself on him.
Of course, there was the possibility that the boy didn't like other boys, and my balls would remain blue for the entire time I was stuck livin' with him. Now, let me get a few things squared here. I'm a mean fucker. I love to fight, and draw blood, and bruise up people's faces. Killin' my enemies makes me happy, especially when they whimper useless pleas for their lives. I'm rude, loudmouthed, and an all around asshole of a guy. But…I'm not a rapist. When I fuck someone, I prefer them to be willin' to let me fuck them. It's no fun when they're cryin' and beggin' me to stop. I wanna be begged to go faster, harder. I sighed, runnin' a hand through my hair.
Ishida was still asleep when I finally pulled myself out of my mind enough to look over at him. His dark hair had almost a midnight-blue tint to it in the early sunlight. His face was completely relaxed, lips parted and poutin'. I groaned internally as I eyed their pretty pink color and luscious fullness. Guys should not be allowed to have lips like that! Where were this kid's parents? They need to be slapped around for makin' somethin' so irresistibly fuckable. I sighed, standin' up and wrappin' the sheet around my waist before makin' my way out of the room. Last thing I needed was the kid to wake up and see the tent my dick had made of his homemade sheets.
The bathroom couldn't be that difficult to find. His apartment was pretty small. There was a kitchen, his bedroom, a linen closet, a small living area, and of course the bathroom. As nicely decorated and taken care of as the place was, I couldn't imagine the apartment was worth much. The building itself wasn't very nice and neither was the area surroundin' it. I'd go as far as to say that his apartment was the nicest thing within five miles of this dumpy neighborhood. I wondered where his parents were for the second time that mornin'. I remember 'Hime tellin' me that human parents are very protective and supportive of their young.
Why did he live in that shithole of an apartment building, in that shithole of a neighborhood if that was the case? I sighed again, decidin' not to think about it. I was gonna to be with him for a while. I figured I would eventually learn things about the kid while I was there. I walked down the narrow hallway, openin' the first door I saw a small closet with towels and shit in it. I grabbed one, and made my way to the other door, which by process of elimination had to be the bathroom.
I closed the door and locked it behind myself, turnin' the knob on the shower all the way up. I like my showers scaldin' hot…especially if I'm gonna jerk off in'em. Wrappin' my hand around my dick, I sighed and let my mind get lost in a fantasy involvin' my adorable jailor, in a less than innocent position on his knees. In the distance, I barely heard the sound of somethin' beeping rather loudly, but ignored it in favor of dealin' with my problem. Thank the gods that human showers aren't any different than the ones we had at Las Noches, or I'd have been screwed.
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**Uryuu's POV**
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I slammed my fist down on the off button of my alarm clock, groaning as sleep slowly faded from my body. I hadn't slept very well that night. My mind just wouldn't get over its fixation with Jaegerjaques's naked body. Stupid teenage hormones! I mean, I've seen other guys naked before. The school has communal showers, so it's inevitable. But, never had I seen a guy who looked like Jaegerjaques. I mean, I'd thought that Kurosaki was built, but the arracnar was just chiseled. He made Kurosaki look skinny in comparison. His bicep is probably the size of my thigh, his legs are sculpted, and his abdomen looks like someone carved it out of stone. His percentage of body fat has to be like .005 or something.
I tried to push the thoughts from my mind. It's pretty hard to be cool or indifferent towards someone you find completely and utterly fascinating in every way. I'd never been attracted to someone like that before. I mean, I've had little baby crushes. I liked Inoue-san for a while. She's pretty and smart, even if she is a bit of an airhead, but those feelings faded. I liked Kurosaki for a little while as well. His strength and determination captivated me in a way I couldn't let go of. Renji was the most recent, after what we went through together in Hueco Mundo. He's exotic looking and powerful. Physically I had desired all of them in a way (Renji still quite a bit)…but nothing like what my body apparently wanted from Jaegerjaques.
I sighed, deciding it was way too early to worry about my ridiculously fast coming, totally unfathomable desire for the blue haired Hollow who was currently residing in my apartment. It had to be hormones. It's not like I wanted anything other than physical relations with him. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes gently, grasping for my glasses on the side of my futon, and sliding them up the bridge of my nose. When I stumbled out of my room, I made my way towards the bathroom. I needed to shower and get ready for school before Urahara-san came.
The door was open, so I just walked in, not quite registering that I hadn't seen my charge in my room earlier. I began to shed my clothing, unbuttoning my night shirt and letting it slide off my shoulders to the floor as I toed off my slippers. There was a rustle, and then a slight gasp from behind me. I whirled around, body slipping into a defensive stance as I faced my intruder. There stood Jaegerjaques, a towel slung haphazardly around his narrow hips with his mouth hanging open slightly. I took in the deep definition of his hipbones, washboard abs, and impressive pectorals as his bright blue eyes traced my nude upper body. Blood shot to my face faster than I could deal with.
"Oh my god!" I said, grasping my shirt up to my body in a failed attempt to hide it.
"Shit! Sorry!" he said, turning on his heal and walking out of the bathroom. The door slammed shut, and all I could do was stare at it. After moments of mortified silence I finally got myself together enough to yell,
"Knock first you idiot!"
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**Grimm's POV**
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I sighed in relief when I finally heard the water go on. With a towel wrapped around my waist I went back into the bedroom, and sifted through the clothes I had worn the day before. They were dirty…and I hadn't really liked them to begin with. The sweat pants were too baggy, and though movement was quite easy in them…they were itchy and weren't really thick enough to shield the gigai's sensitive, human-like skin from the cold. I decided I didn't want to wear them. Maybe the kid could ask that pervert to bring some more with him when he showed up.
The kid's embarrassed face flashed in my mind.
God, this kid wasn't makin' things easy for me. I was tryin' to be good and not jump him like some kind of rapist, beast in heat. But, what am I other than a big, humanoid-animal? My release form is a panther for fuck's sake. I'm sensual and raw. All that pale, perfect skin made me want to bite, and mark it as my own. And the way he blushed from his cheeks all the way down his neck was just too delicious for words. I'd thought he was just a skinny brat, but the kid had thin, wiry muscles lining his arms, chest, and abdomen. Rosy nipples, hard from the chilled air had stood out almost seductively against his snow-white chest. Thin pajama pants hung low on narrow hips, jutting hip bones exposed to me.
Fuck, I needed to calm down. I tried to focus on somethin' other than my lustin' over my teenaged jailor. Thankfully my stomach grumbled, lettin' me know of its emptiness. Hm…I was pretty hungry actually. That could be a problem. I was hungry, but bein' a Hollow my source of nourishment came from human souls. Preferably powerful human souls, or other Hollow. But…I was on probation. I couldn't just go out and start suckin' out people's souls. That would definitely get me sent to the death chamber. So…what was I supposed to eat? I sighed…fuck my life.
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**Uryuu's POV**
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Urahara had impeccable timing. I felt his reiatsu closing in about ten minutes distance from my apartment just as I was buttoning up the last button on my school uniform shirt. I slung the tie around my neck and headed towards the kitchen to start breakfast. It was only 6:30am…I had till 7:20am to be in homeroom. When I reached my destination, I noticed my charge was sitting at my dining room table wearing only his towel. I managed to keep myself together, turning my eyes away from his exposure and clearing my throat gently. Since I was fully awake, it was easier to keep up my usual steely mask of indifference. His face turned to look straight at me, sky blue eyes staring into mine with a pitiful look in their depths.
"I'm hungry," he stated. I blinked at him slowly.
"Okay…well, I was just about to start breakfast. Is there anything that you want in particular? Anything you're used to eating?" I asked him.
He may have been on probation from Soul Society, he may have been my former enemy…but he was still my guest. It was only proper manners to ask what he wanted to eat before I made anything. His head tilted to the side in that gesture that reminded me so much of a confused animal. Confusion quickly turned to irritation, he reminded me suddenly of Kurosaki with how fast he got agitated. Perhaps that was why I was less inclined to despise him than I should have been. He reminded me of someone that, though I hate to admit it, I am rather fond of. He ran a hand through his blue hair (God, natural blue…) agitatedly…huffing a little and pouting. Who would've known that Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques was capable of making such (cute) expressions?
"Kid, I don't think you understand what I'm sayin' here. I'm hungry," he repeated. I stared at him a little longer before my mind suddenly remembered what he was.
"Oh…oooh. I'm sorry, Jaegerjaques-san! I forgot," I said, my eyes darting away sheepishly. He growled.
"Well, what're we gonna do? I can't go out to hunt; they'll kill my ass for sure! There're no Hollow nearby I could eat. Even if there were, most Hollow that're in the Human World are weak, and would do nothin' to help my appetite!" He snapped. I turned a frigid, "shut up so I can explain" look on him, to which he just scowled at me in return.
"If you were paying attention to anything Urahara-san said last night, you would know that you have nothing to worry about," I said in a cool tone. His scowl deepened, brow scrunching and blue eyes narrowing at me.
"Oh, Gimme a break! It was the fuckin' asscrack of the mornin'! Besides, why would I wanna listen ta anythin' that old Pervert has ta say anyways? I hate him. I hate his voice…and I especially hate that stupid, faggy fan he's always wavin'!" He growled at me. I sighed in exasperation, turning to flip the stove on and heat up a pan.
'He really is just like Kurosaki. Impatient and angry, with a touch of idiot,' I thought to myself. I pushed my glasses up my nose in irritation.
"Well, if you had listened, you would know that he made your gigai special. Any food you eat will be converted by your body into the energy you need to survive," I explained slowly.
"How does that work?" I heard him ask skeptically. I turned a blank look on him, a small frown pulling my lips.
"I don't know, Jaegerjaques-san, maybe you should ask Urahara-san when he comes over here to watch you," I said, cracking a couple of eggs over the pan and beating them into a scramble.
"Why can't I jus' come with you?" The ex-Espada grumbled. I could almost hear the pout in his voice, it was a little cute. I tried to ignore that thought, but it didn't work very well.
"Because I'm going to school, and you hardly look like a high school student," I answered, serving out the breakfast I'd made onto two plates.
It was just eggs, rice, and some vegetables, nothing fancy. I placed his in front of him first, like a good host, then sat down opposite of him to start eating my own meal. I didn't stop watching him though. I had to hold back a smile when he stabbed the chopsticks into the plate, raised the eggs to his nose, and sniffed at them suspiciously. I stopped eating all together and, leaning my chin against my hand, watched as Jaegerjaques's tongue flicked out to lick at the food. His eyes shot to me, as if unsure of what he was doing. I calmly demonstrated how to properly eat food from my world.
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**Grimm's POV**
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The kid shot me a look as he took his chopsticks in hand. I tried to mimic the way he held them, it wasn't so hard. Ishida used the sticks to snatch a bit of egg off his plate and brought it slowly towards his mouth. Pouty lips parted to admit it. They closed over the chopsticks delicately, a small suckin' noise accompanyin' the motion before the utensils left my jailor's mouth. I suddenly wished that I was wearin' more than a towel. Dark-blue eyes looked at me, as if expectin' me to copy his actions, and I complied.
"See, it's not so hard," the boy said.
I nodded, tryin' to think of anythin' but grabbin' him and bangin' him on the table we were currently eatin' on. Thankfully someone knocked on the door before I could watch the kid eat anythin' else. It was unfair how sexy he managed to make everythin' he did. He got up and made his way to the door silently to see who was there. I immediately recognized the person at the door as the pervert. His reiatsu's giddy hum's pretty hard to mistake. I felt my skin crawl at the idea that I would have to spend an entire day with the perverted, irritatin' man and his fuckin' homosexual fan.
Heh, that rhymes…er…so anyway…
I frowned hard, scoopin' more eggs and rice onto my chopsticks. I continued to eat as my jailor invited the pest into the apartment.
"Oh, my, Ishida-kun…I don't think I've ever seen your apartment before. It's quite nice," I heard the shopkeeper say.
"Thank you, Urahara-san," Ishida said softly. Their footsteps got closer then halted. I tensed, not sure of what to expect from the older man.
"Oh my! Would you look at him? Some of my best work concerning gigai's right there!" the man in green chirped as he walked over to me. I tensed further, lettin' out a deep growl of warnin'.
"Oh, don't worry Grimm-kun! I won't touch you. Wouldn't want my hand clawed off now would I, Kitty?" the irritatin' man continued. I clenched my fists against the table, chopsticks breakin' from the pressure of my fingers.
"Uh, Urahara-san…maybe it's best if you don't provoke him..." My jailor's voice wisely advised.
"How long are ya gonna be gone?" I asked gruffly. The Kid looked down at me with somethin' akin to guilt in his eyes.
'Good, he should feel guilty for leavin' me alone with this asshole all day,' I thought.
"Well, school ends at two o'clock, but I usually get home around three thirty," Ishida answered. Shit! I was gonna be stuck with the pervert for that long?
"Why?" I snapped. His dark eyes flashed in annoyance and a finger came up to jab his glasses back into place angrily.
"I have Handicrafts Club after school, and I'm the president. So, I can't just skip out because the Shinigami saw fit to stick me with a babysitting job," he snipped back in irritation. He's lucky he's so cute, cus' I would usually punch someone in the face for talkin' to me like that. If he was Ulquiorra usin' that superior tone with me, he'd be punched.
"Well, can I come to yer after school thing? I'm sure ya can find a reason for me bein' there," I said. I really didn't want to have to be with that annoyin' guy for too long if I could help it.
"Aw! Kitty-kun, are you going to miss Ishida-kun that much?" The fruitcake in green asked. He had this glint in his eyes that I really didn't like.
"Of course I will! I'm gonna be stuck with yer annoyin' ass all day! S'only natural I'd miss the guy who don't annoy the shit outta me!" I growled. I swear the guy giggled just like a fuckin' girl.
"That's enough, Urahara-san. It's too early in the morning for this," Ishida said, blushin' a little bit for some reason I couldn't gage. Was it because I said I'd miss him? Nah…that couldn't be it.
"Well, Kitty-kun, I noticed that you weren't wearing any clothing. Ishida-kun was kind enough to ask me to bring some over with me. So, here you go!" Urahara said, tossin' me a bundle of clothes that looked even stranger than the last ones. I nodded at him, and headed towards the bathroom to change. One look at the weird pants, and I knew I was screwed.
'Human clothes are so weird,' I thought.
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**Uryuu's POV**
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"You should probably go help him out, Ishida-kun. Sweatpants are rather easy to get into, but jeans are harder," Urahara suggested. I nodded to him.
"You're right. I made some food there if you're hungry. Just help your self," I said.
The scientist smiled at me and turned toward the kitchen to see what I'd made. I just made my way towards the bathroom. Sure enough, when I got there, I heard some grumbling and cursing coming from within. Carefully masking my smile, I knocked on the door gently. The cursing stopped, there was a slight rustle, and then the door opened. Jaegerjaques's blue eyes peered down at me; irritation was evident in his expression. I managed not to ogle his shirtless chest. No matter how broad, or nicely tanned, or muscular it was.
"Oh, what do ya want?" he asked.
"I figured that you might need some help with the clothes. You're not really used to wearing anything other than a hakama," I said. He seemed to consider it for a few seconds before pulling the door open to let me in. I silently thanked the gods that he'd managed to get the boxers on. I didn't think I could survive another view of his amazingly ripped body completely naked again. Especially now that the sun was up shining its light.
"Yea…the shirt don't look too difficult, but the pants're kinda weird," he said, bending down to grab the clothing off the toilet seat. I tried really hard not to let my gaze focus on the solid muscle of his ass, nor the way his hamstrings tensed against the back of his legs.
"Right, so just pull the shirt over your head with that little tag facing your back," I directed. He did as I instructed. I silently watched as his carved musculature disappeared beneath the black fabric. I nearly sighed in relief, because now that he was covered up, I could finally breathe.
"Like this?" He asked. I nodded.
"Alright, so with the pants you just put your legs in like you would any other pants. Make sure that metal button and the zipper there are facing front ways," I instructed. I watched as he stuck his feet through the pant legs and pulled them up. He jumped a little to wiggle them over his ass.
"They're a lil' tight, no?" he asked, lifting his legs as he tried to gage how well he could move in the jeans.
They were tight, but I knew they were definitely his size. The combination of dark-blue jeans and the black t-shirt looked really good on him…Especially because they were both tight enough to show off his whipcord body. He could be a model, as tall and perfectly proportioned as he is. His face is all angles; smooth brow, sharp jaw-line, and full, firm mouth. Then there's the body. Long limbed and toned. He has quite an amazing ass. It's full and round...and solid muscle. Back then I tried to ignore the way my eyes lingered on its perfectly molded form. I tried to ignore the way his thick, corded thighs filled out the legs of his jeans. The way his rippling abdomen pressed against the tight, black shirt. It was pretty difficult, so I closed my eyes for a few seconds and just tried to focus on helping him with the clothes.
'Damn teenaged hormones!'
"That's just how these kind of pants are. Once you wear them for a little while they'll become more comfortable," I said, moving forward to place my one hand at the zipper. With my other, I grasped his and pulled it towards the same spot.
"So, take the little tab between your fingers like this, and pull up," I said, clenching his thumb and pointer finger over the small tab of the zipper. He did as he was told, and I moved on to the button. I tried to ignore how close my hand was to his crotch.
"Buttons are a little trickier, I personally despise them. I never use buttons in my designs, but for all intents and purposes you will have to learn to fasten them," I said. I grasped the button in hand, looking up at him to make sure he was watching. Electric blue eyes were staring at my hands a little apprehensively, but I couldn't quite figure out why.
"You just have to fit the button into the hole like this," I said, demonstrating, before undoing it again.
"It looks easy, but buttons are tricky if you aren't used to them. Children often have trouble learning to fasten them," I explained. He nodded, not seeming to care about my comparing his intelligence of buttons to that of human children, nor should he really. At the end of the day, he had about as much experience with buttons as a human child.
"Am I doin' it right?" Jaegerjaques asked hesitantly. I watched him button up his jeans and nodded.
"Yes, good job. Now we'll just have to get these sneakers on you. Sit down on the toilet seat. It'd be best if I did it for you the first time. Just watch what my hands are doing," I said.
Again he did as I told him to, grumbling something about how he felt like a baby. I ignored him, unrolling the socks and pulling them up over his feet. Once I slipped the first sneaker on, I took the laces in hand and started to explain. Jaegerjaques paid intent attention to me as I laced up and tied his shoe. I made sure to ask whether it was tight enough, or too tight, before moving to the second one. After about five minutes, Jaegerjaques was fully dressed in his new human clothes. He turned towards my mirror and ruffled his hair into its usual position before walking back into the kitchen with me. Urahara was eating breakfast at the table when we returned.
"Oh look at you!" the scientist exclaimed from his seat. Jaegerjaques fidgeted next to me briefly.
"Does it look alright? Feels kinda strange," he said. I turned a very small smile on him, hoping to reassure him. It must've been hard, getting used to this world. The Human World is much different than Hueco Mundo. His light blue eyes widened at my expression.
"I think they suit you, Jaegerjaques-san," I assured him gently. (He looked hot.) He took in my face for a few more seconds before his broke out into that roguish (sexy) smirk of his.
"Thanks, Kid. Ya should smile more often…looks good on ya," he said. I felt myself blush as I averted my eyes to the ground.
"As adorable as your flirting is, I think it's time for Ishida-kun to leave for school," Urahara's voice chimed from across the room. I froze, turning a steely glare onto the shopkeeper.
'We're not flirting….perverted fool.'
"I'm leaving," I said stiffly, grabbing my schoolbag and walking towards the door.
"Bye Bye, Ishida-kun!" The scientist chirped, completely unfazed by my anger. I just scowled at him and waved goodbye to my charge before closing the door.
I would definitely have to find some kind of alternative to leaving Jaegerjaques with Urahara when I went to school. It was obvious the ex-Espada really didn't like the other man at all. I couldn't leave him with Yorouichi, because she'd be just as bad as Urahara, but in a different way. My father would kill him the second I introduced him, and I really didn't fancy the idea of speaking with that man anyway. I continued to think about it as I walked to school. After a few minutes, I decided I'd just ask Inoue what she did for her charge.
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**Ulquiorra's POV**
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When I woke up that morning, it'd taken a little while to remember where I was. Glancing around the apartment, my mind gradually started to recall all that had happened. Right, I'd been placed under 24/7 surveillance in the Real World with a lieutenant class officer acting as my guardian. As I continued to study the room, I noticed the lack of my probation officer's presence in it. Instead, there was a rumpled futon lying empty on the other side of the room. I wondered where he could be. He didn't seem the type to get up anytime before noon.
"So, yer finally awake?" A voice said from my side.
I was broken out of my mind abruptly by the sound of Abarai's voice. I turned my head towards the doorway where he leaned casually. I was a little uncomfortable that he'd been awake for an unknown amount of the time while I was asleep. From the looks of it, it was quite a while. He was dressed. His hair was damp as it hung around his shoulders. He held a small brush in his hands that he moved slowly through that thick mass of brilliant red. I could also smell food, only knowing what that smelled like because of my duty as Inoue's keeper months ago. Abarai seemed to sense my anxiousness, smiling at me warmly.
"I told ya already. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Yer safe here," he assured me, walking a little closer and falling into a sitting position beside my futon.
I tensed at his proximity, even more so when he reached his hand out towards me. Physical contact was going to be one of my biggest issues to face as far as assimilating into society went. It's not that I didn't like to be touched really…it was more that I wasn't really used to it. At least not the friendly, gentle kind of touches bestowed upon me by the few Shinigami I'd spent time with so far. I stared at Abarai's hand apprehensively, fighting the instinct to defend myself from the potential threat. It fell upon my right shoulder and just rested there. It was so big and warm…comforting. It didn't hurt at all, and I found I rather enjoyed the contact. I felt myself relaxing a little bit as Abarai's auburn eyes stared into me reassuringly.
"Part of this whole probation thing is to socialize the lot of ya. You and yer friends really don't know how to deal with people at all, and our mission as yer probation officers is to teach ya how. Yamamoto-soutaicho assigned us to the Human World, cus' it's easier to do that here. Humans are very social creatures, even more so than the Shinigami, and exposin' ya'll to their way of life would help ya understand better," he explained.
I didn't answer him, not really sure how. He was trying so hard to make me feel welcome; it was almost endearing the way he seemed to worry so much about my comfort. I decided then that I would do my best to be less frigid towards him. I didn't know how to be a friend to somebody, but perhaps Abarai was willing to be my first experiment.
"Awright, now let's get ya up and dressed. I've got breakfast goin' but ya need ta shower before we leave today," he said, offering me a hand. I allowed him to pull me to my feet, noting how large and warm his hand seemed compared to mine.
"The shower's through that door, there're towels in the closet there, and all ya gotta do ta lock the door is push this little button in," he explained. I nodded.
"Thank you, Abarai-san," I said and he smiled winningly.
"Awright! I'm gonna go finish makin' breakfast. I left some spare clothes on the toilet seat. Jus' come find me when yer done," he said before walking off. I found my eyes following the swish of his slightly damp hair against his back.
I sighed, closing the door to the bathroom and locking it behind me as I stripped off my clothing. The hot water felt good against my newly sensitive skin. I popped open a bottle that said "Body Wash" and started to rub it over myself. It smelled spicy and musky. It smelled like Abarai. It was a nice scent, warm and inviting. I wondered what we would be doing for the day. He did say something about going somewhere. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy my shower.
'No sense in thinking about it now. I'll just ask when I get out,' I thought.
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**Renji's POV**
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I listened to the sounds of the pipes groanin' as I cooked breakfast for my charge and I. Ulquiorra Schiffer was nothin' like I'd thought he'd be. When I saw him back in Hueco Mundo, he was completely in his element. He was practically royalty there, bein' so high in the Espada ranks, as well as Aizen-bastard's favorite soldier. I was a little wary of him when I first heard that he'd defected. I mean, he was Aizen's most loyal puppet at one point. It's pretty hard to believe someone like him would rebel. But, I was at the big meeting to decide the Espadas' fate. Even if Unohana-taicho's words hadn't been said, I'd have known that they were genuine…all of them…I could tell.
Anyway, when I got him to the apartment the previous night, he was much different than the confident, powerful Arracnar from Hueco Mundo. He was timid, and unsure. He was confused, and dare I say, a little frightened. It was almost cute, the way he didn't seem to know how to respond to me. I tried my best to make him comfortable, even going as far as fallin' asleep before him. Of course, Zabimaru was lyin' right next to me. I'm not so stupid as to be completely unguarded in the presence of my former enemy.
When I woke up in the mornin', I found him sleepin'. For some reason I could tell he'd only just fallen asleep a few hours prior. I also noted that he hadn't slept very soundly as I took in his disheveled appearance. His hair was all mussed, his clothing bunched and wrinkled, showin' tiny glimpses of pale skin where it rode up. The grey sweatpants that Urahara had issued to him, as well as the other three arracnar, had ridden down on his hips. I could see the definition of his lower abdomen as well as his prominent hipbones.
I felt myself blush briefly and turned my eyes away. Urahara had really done a great job capturin' all the former Espadas' features in the gigais. Ulquiorra looked just like he usually did, jus' with a little more of a peach tone to his skin than his usual pale white. His hair was pitch-black, which looked really nice in comparison to his paleness, and his eyes were still that startling, emerald green color. I'd always thought he was an attractive person, even in his Hollow form. In fact, I often used to wonder why it seemed that everyone in Aizen's army was so good lookin'. Even that freaky, butterfly-scientist was a pretty little fucker.
Now, let me explain somethin' before anyone gets all confused. I'm not gay…not really. See, in Soul Society, gender isn't really a huge factor in the findin' of a partner. We live for a really long time. Time flies pretty quickly when ya've got thousands of years ahead of ya. Relationships could easily last for fifty years. That's a lot of time to spend with one person. So, to us, findin' somebody who is compatible is a little bit more important than what sex they are. Then of course, there's the fact that I am good friends with Matsumoto Rangiku and my captain is Kuchiki Byakuya. I'd have to be pretty blind not to be attracted to either of those people. So, I suppose, in human terms, I'm a bisexual.
"Abarai-san?"
I turned around at the sound of my charge's voice. He was standin' about four feet from me starin' down at his clothing in confusion. I nearly laughed at him, because seriously it was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. But, I remembered my first experience with human clothing and kept quiet. He'd gotten the shirt on right; the white t-shirt faced the correct direction, bright green designs decoratin' the front of it. It really made his eyes look brighter in comparison, which is why I'd snatched it from Urahara's trunk of clothing the night before.
The funny part of it was that he'd put on his jeans backwards. The rear pockets sat against his hips as he reached behind himself to try and fasten the pants. I turned off the stove and placed a cover over the eggs and bacon I'd been makin' in order to walk over to help him. He tensed as soon as I got close, somethin' I was plannin' to remedy as we spent time together durin' his probation. Carefully, slowly, I reached out my hand. I let it drop to his shoulder first, because he was already familiar with my touchin' him there from the mornin'. I waited for him to relax before I spoke.
"You jus' put the pants on backwards. The zipper and button are supposed to be in the front," I explained. He nodded and I swear I saw him blush a little.
"Here, jus' hook yer arm around my neck and step outta them. Buttons are kinda hard to maneuver if ya've never encountered them before," I said. He looked uncertain for a moment.
"Awright…yer not comfortable with that…that's fine. Go back into the bathroom and turn'em around. If ya still need help gettin' them done up, jus' come back out here. I'll help ya out," I said. He did what I suggested without a word, and came back within moments with the pants fastened perfectly.
"Would ya look at that? I underestimated ya. Shoulda remembered yer the smart one," I said as I set two plates on the table for us.
He sat down silently, and picked up the chopsticks. He eyed the food suspiciously for a minute, so I sat myself across from him and nabbed some food from his plate. I smiled as I ate it, lettin' him know I hadn't poisoned it or anythin' equally as ridiculous as that. But, I didn't blame him for his paranoia. He was in a house with his former enemy, his reiatsu restrained, and completely at my mercy. I'd be paranoid too if I were in his position.
Then, of course, he came from a place where people are constantly tryin' to kill ya to get up in the ranks, and no one can be trusted. So, I understood his hesitance to accept my kindness. He'd never experienced it before. Naturally he had no idea how to respond. He almost reminded me of myself; back when I first entered the Shinigami academy. I was weary of people like Hinamori and Izuru, who showed interest in befriendin' me, simply because of my background in Rukongai.
'I'll get'im used to it. He'll learn, just like I did' I thought.
Tbc…
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