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Thriller	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 2972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3
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XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow cocked his head to the side and studied the wary strawberry pinned to the wall of the small, padded room, "Good," he muttered absently.
With his free hand, he reached up and fingered a short tendril of that alarmingly bright orange hair and grinned at the expression Ichigo made.
He was so stupid, it was cute.
Made him want to do things he'd been itching to do since they locked him away in this torture chamber.
...what the hell is he thinking?...
This widened his smirk as he peered down into sultry, brown eyes, wide with an almost palpable fear, "Ya sure ya wanna know somethin' like that, Berry? Might jus' scar yer innocent lil' brain," he mumbled, electric blue eyes avidly following the motion of Ichigo licking his lips nervously.
"What are you going to do to me?" the strawberry asked, gaze darting to the open door of the white room.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and focused on the berry head's thoughts.
...is he gonna kill me? He's probably gonna try to escape...
He snorted, the soft sound turning into a quiet snicker, "Yeah, sorry I lied ta ya, but...well, ya unnerstan' right?"
Ichigo scowled, but nodded slowly. Boy, was this orange head strange. He didn't react the way any normal person would in this situation. Grimmjow expected screaming, angry accusations, venomous exclamations...something other than quiet contemplation and acceptance. It made his skin crawl with an unfamiliar sensation.
...shit. I can still taste him...
Grimmjow jolted as if he'd been shocked. Hell, in a sense he had. He certainly hadn't been expecting to hear something like that in this instance, but then again, Ichigo was different. He smirked and leaned closer to the smaller man, inhaling his intoxicating scent that reminded him distinctly of the outside.
Freedom.
And fresh laundry.
...what is he doing?...
"Calm down, Berry. I already told ya I ain't gonna kill ya, but if yer heart keeps beatin' like that and ya keep breathin' like that, I might be tempted ta."
Ichigo's breath choked to a stop as he tried his hardest not to breathe or move. Grimmjow grinned and gave the orange head a long, languid lick to the side of his soft-skinned neck. Ichigo was so fucking tempting. Grimmjow hadn't felt this excited around someone in a long time...in fact, now that he thought about it, he'd never been this excited around someone before.
The strawberry's muscles twitched and jumped, only sending the urge to subdue, skyrocketing through the roof. He wanted to squeeze the breath from the kid, watching as his fiery eyes dulled and the life left his lean, alluring body. He especially wanted to see the boy's blood. Grimmjow could practically hear it rushing through the kid's veins and...
...what the hell is this door doing open?...
Fuck.
"Well, Berry, gotta go now. Think of me sometime, yeah?" he stated and before Ichigo could even react properly, he applied pressure to a point in his neck, causing the head full of orange hair to hang listlessly to the side. Luckily, Grimmjow still held him pressed to the wall and once he made sure the kid was totally unconscious, he lowered the prone form to the floor, then turned to face the door.
Someone was coming.
A short guy with ash-white hair appeared in the doorway and Grimmjow sneered. Fucking D-Roy. He hated the little prick with a fearsome passion. The little bastard always thought he was better than everyone and had even gone as far as kicking Grimmjow while he'd been sedated.
This was gonna be so fun.
He grinned and started humming as he cracked his knuckles, savoring the look of wide-eyed astonishment on the guard's face. Dark eyes were locked with his, fear rolling off of the slighter body before him. The white uniform D-Roy wore made him nearly blend in with the wall he was currently pressed flat against. His breathing was erratic and sweat was beading across his forehead.
...what the hell is he doing out of his straitjacket?...wait...who's the guy on the floor?...is he dead?...oh shit!...
"Yeah, this ain't yer night D-buddy," Grimmjow rumbled before continuing to hum.
He always did like a good soundtrack when he killed someone.
...what the hell is he humming?...fuck...maybe I can reach my...
D-Roy's hand was edging towards his waist, making Grimmjow growl under his breath and storm up to the idiot. He wasn't even going to use his ability on someone as weak and pointless as this guy; he would use his bare hands and relish the feeling.
He stalked up to the shorter man and grabbed his throat, snarling viciously, "Ya put yer filthy lil' paws on me before. Think I fergot?"
D-Roy gasped and gripped his wrist, struggling to free himself from his iron grasp. Grimmjow sucked his teeth and gave the white-haired guard a swift shake, strong enough to cause whiplash. Saliva flew and disgusted him, making him shake the man again.
"Would ya stop that? It's fuckin' gross!"
D-Roy sputtered unintelligibly, eyes rolling up into his head as his mouth opened and closed, trying to draw nonexistent air.
...h-help me!...Please!...Somebody!...
Grimmjow snickered and shook him again just for the hell of it and because he liked the way the guy looked when his head snapped back and forth that way. This time, there was a sickening crack before D-Roy stopped moving completely.
Shit.
Grimmjow peered down into the now lifeless face of the guard and sucked his teeth in disappointment. Well, that was just no fun at all. He'd thought the guy would last longer than that.
Oh, well.
He dropped D-Roy's body to the ground, fished the man's ID from his pocket and turned back to the motionless strawberry. He grinned and made his way to the kid's side, studying the peaceful face. Ichigo was pretty beautiful and that was unnerving. He could deal with handsome, hell, even lovely, but not downright beautiful. It made him feel like a bull in a glass house, like he was on the verge of destroying something very precious.
He reached forward and grasped the blue string resting against Ichigo's neck that held his ID. He brushed his fingers over the soft skin, allowing only a moment's distraction before he lifted the ID over the strawberry's head. Running a hand through those silky, bright orange locks, he sighed.
Ichigo was an enigma, for sure.
Grimmjow fisted the ID and quickly left the small room he'd been confined to for way too long. He stepped into the hall and went to stand before padded room three, smiling as the thoughts of the man being held inside filtered into his mind.
...one mississippi...two mississippi...three mississippi...
Giving a quiet chuckle, he swiped the ID card through the security pad and waited for the heavy, white door to swing open. Once it did, he blinked into the darkness, trying to focus on one of his best friends. His eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting behind him and he watched a blond head slowly raise, dark, hooded eyes focusing on him intently.
"Well...this is a nice surprise," the man drawled, cocking his head to the side and shifting beneath the confines of his straitjacket.
"Toldja we wouldn' be here long. Ya ready ta get outta this shit hole?" he asked as he padded over to his friend and helped him to his feet.
"Been ready. Was waitin' on yer slow ass."
Grimmjow chuckled and released the man from the straitjacket, throwing the offending article to the floor in a huff, "We still gotta get Shiro and Corky out. Ya know, I was thinkin'-"
"Uh-oh," the blond muttered as he dusted off his blue scrubs and straightened his white t-shirt.
"Fuck you, Blondie! I ain't gotta listen ta that!" he snapped, immediately insulted.
The blond gave a saucy smirk, piano-key toothed grin reaching his ears before his expression suddenly went slack, "Don' call me Blondie. I gotta name, dumbass."
"Oh, mah mistake...Shinji-kun," Grimmjow mocked. "Now, like I said, I was thinkin' 'stead a'jus' lettin' out Shiro and Corky, we could let all a'these fuckers out. Really get under that pink-haired prick's skin."
He watched as Shinji left the small room before him and headed towards their other friends' cells. He was still waiting for a response when the blond paused at what used to be his cell, shaking his head condescendingly.
"They both dead er what?"
"No!" Grimmjow barked defensively. "I left the one with orange hair alive!"
Shinji turned to face him, eyes skeptical, "Why would ya do somethin' like that? Leniency ain't in yer vocabulary."
"Well, I repay mah debts. S'all I'm gonna say."
"Whatever. Ya must wanna fuck him er somethin'," Shinji muttered before continuing past the white room.
Grimmjow followed silently and sullenly, glancing one last time at the strawberry still lying on the floor unconscious. He hated the fact that Shinji was right, but he would never admit it. They traveled through the winding hall until they reached Shiro's and Ulquiorra's wing.
Shiro was pressed against the glass, ash-white hair and pale skin gleaming under the fluorescent lighting of his cell and wide grin plastered across his features as he watched Grimmjow and Shinji approach, "Bout fuckin' time, six! Almos' thought ya changed yer mind!" he shouted gleefully.
Grimmjow allowed a smirk to crease his face as he swiped Ichigo's ID through the security pad beside Shiro's door. The fucker was an idiot, but also one of his best friends. "Ya know better'n that, Saki-chan," he crooned, knowing the nickname would infuriate the albino.
Said albino stuck out a dark tongue and rolled his strange eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, call me what ya want. Just make sure ya get me the fuck outta this thing!"
Shinji sucked his teeth and put a hand on a narrow hip, "Well, aren't ya jus' the grateful one!"
"C'mon, Shin-chan, I been itchin' ta get outta this thing! C'n ya blame me?" Shiro whined, to which Grimmjow snickered.
It was nice having the old family together again.
Shiro practically bounced over to him and turned his back so Grimmjow could undo the restraints on the straitjacket. Shirosaki was like a tornado, ripping up everything in his path and causing huge amounts of destruction; wild and untamed, with no concept of boundaries, except when it came to their small group of misfits.
Once the straitjacket was taken off, Shiro skipped out of his cell and they all made their way to the next one, where Ulquiorra sat staring at them from the back of his cell. He was seated on the floor wearing a bland expression and Grimmjow frowned. He'd thought the petite, dark-haired man would at least be happy to see them.
"The fuck, Corky, ain't ya glad ta see us?" he snapped.
Emerald green eyes landed on him and twinkled, the only sign of life in an otherwise dead countenance. Grimmjow now knew the truth. Ulquiorra rarely showed emotion and when he did, it meant someone had REALLY pissed him off, or REALLY made him happy.
"Much better," he sang and moved to unlock Ulquiorra's cell.
The process was repeated and as Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were leaving the cell, they were frozen in their tracks by the sight of the pink-haired director and reason they were put into this place to begin with. Grimmjow growled deeply in his chest and fisted his hands at his sides, unaware of a sniggering Shinji. He lifted his hand and pinned the director to the stone wall of the hall and stalked up to him, ready to cut off his air supply and end his miserable life then and there.
And then, he was staring into the eyes of Shiro, "Shit, six, it's me!" he yelped. "I was just testin' out mah mojo! Hadda make sure it still worked, ya know?"
Grimmjow blinked, mind still in fight mode. What the fuck? Golden irises stared worriedly back at him and he began to realize that his idiot best friend had only used his gift, making him appear as the hated pink-haired director. He let the albino drop to the floor and snarled, "Why'd ya pick him of all people? I coulda killed yer ass!"
Shiro cackled and rubbed his chest where the invisible pressure from Grimmjow's telekinesis had forced him against the wall as he climbed to his feet, "Made it more convincin'. Looks like yer abilities're workin' jus' fine, though."
He didn't even grace the baka with a reply as he whirled on his heel and stalked away, angrily muttering under his breath.
"Yer a dumbass, Shiro," Shinji uttered as they made their way towards the main hall of Las Noches.
"Aww, c'mon, it was funny!"
"Fool," Ulquiorra dryly commented.
They trekked through the winding halls of Las Noches before finally emerging into the main corridor that housed the security booth. Thankfully, that blonde bitch, Halibel, was nowhere to be found just yet. Grimmjow turned to face Ulquiorra and pointed towards a large fuse box at the end of the hall, "Ya think ya can wipe out the power in this joint from there?"
Ulquiorra glared at him before silently moving off towards the indicated fuse box, several of the inmates calling out to him as he passed. He would take that as a "yes". If Ulquiorra could shut the power, he wouldn't need to go cell to cell freeing the inmates because everything would be temporarily disabled until the back-up generator fired up, leaving the cells unlocked.
He glanced at Shinji, who appeared to be waiting for something. "Oi, ya wanna take the rest of Hueco Mundo? That should be easy enough, but if not, take the idiot with ya. We gotta get these people outta here before that generator comes on," Grimmjow stated gruffly.
Shinji rolled his dark eyes and grinned, "What makes ya think I wanna take the dummy with me?" he retorted.
Shiro interjected hotly, "Fuck both of ya! I ain't no fuckin' idiot OR dummy! Bastards," he ended with a grunt as he pushed past Shinji to the huge, metal door and waited for the power to shut off.
Grimmjow chuckled and rubbed his hands together, "Remember, once the power goes off, there's only gonna be like five minutes before that generator comes on, so we gotta hustle. Corky an' me'll meet up with ya after we finish up here."
"Whatever," Shinji said and snatched Ichigo's ID from where Grimmjow had stashed it in his back pocket.
"OI! Give that back!" he shouted, nearly in a panic as he reached out for the tiny, white card. He'd wanted to keep it as a memento of the strawberry, but if Shinji took it, he would probably never see it again.
"Calm down, stupid! I'm just unlockin' this door so me an' Shiro c'n get a headstart," the blond snapped irritatedly as he turned and swiped the ID through the security pad. He turned back with a smirk and tossed the piece of plastic back to him, "Toldja ya wanted ta fuck him." And with that, he and Shiro disappeared behind the door.
Grimmjow sneered and imitated Shinji's last words, jumping when the lights suddenly blinked off, plunging the corridor into darkness. He grinned and started forward to help release the remaining inmates of Las Noches.
He could practically smell the outside already.
XOXOXOXO
THREE WEEKS LATER
Ichigo leaned his elbow on the counter of the raised platform where the cash register was located and sighed out of sheer boredom.
He HATED this job, but it was way better than his old job at the mental institute.
A strong shudder wracked his body as he recalled his experience on the evening the place was basically shut down and put out of business. He still couldn't believe he'd done what he had. At the time, it had seemed reasonable, not to mention, his curiosity had certainly overridden every fiber of morale he'd possessed. Now, every time he thought about that night, he wanted to face-palm and hide in a corner somewhere. It was so humiliating that he'd been used and nearly killed by a very insane man.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
Ichigo would never be able to forget that name for as long as he lived.
Or the man's face, for that matter.
Aside from the degrading spectacle with Grimmjow, Ichigo was confused. He'd awakened in his own family clinic, wondering why the hell he wasn't in jail for basically releasing an extremely dangerous and unstable man into the unsuspecting public. What was more, his boss had been there, waiting to "speak to him privately". Dr. Grantz had informed him that he and the others in charge of Hueco Mundo wished to keep the recent events confidential, meaning Ichigo couldn't say anything about what turned out to be a mass escape. Ah, that was why he wasn't locked away in prison.
Grimmjow hadn't only let himself out; he'd let everyone out.
Fuck.
Ichigo had agreed simply because the alternative was him being locked away in a cell of his very own and quite frankly, he didn't want that. He could keep his mouth shut. Although, on the other hand, the thought of all those frightening patients being loose on the streets of Karakura was enough to give him heartburn and a ton of nightmares.
Especially the thought of a free Grimmjow.
That just wasn't right at all.
What he really wanted to know, was why Dr. Grantz insisted on keeping the escape under wraps. Wouldn't it be better to inform the authorities, rather than having a large amount of mentally unstable people on the loose? He couldn't wrap his mind around it, so he chose not to dwell on it.
His old man hadn't even questioned his sudden loss of a job, which only served to make him feel even more guilty. He knew he was the reason a whole mess of crazy motherfuckers were once again living amongst the rest of the population, but on top of that, he'd had to worry about finding another job as soon as possible.
They still needed to get Karin her surgery.
Which brought him to his present predicament of being bored to tears at a local convenience store. He turned and started rearranging the gum, condom, cigarette and other miscellaneous items displays. The store was your everyday convenience store, equipped with bright, fluorescent lighting, a few aisles of random grocery supplies and a refrigerated section that held beer, wine and other sorts of alcoholic beverages.
Ichigo's spot was the raised platform at the front of the establishment. He manned the register and made sure things were in order and again managed to work the third shift.
How lucky.
He leaned against the counter again, this time placing his head in his hand, while sighing deeply.
As hard as he tried, his mind always seemed to unconsciously wander to thoughts of the dangerous, yet disgustingly beautiful blue-haired lunatic. Thoughts of how tall the man was, how soft his lips were, how utterly WARM the man's body had been, and certainly not lastly, how bone-melting his baritone voice was. Thinking of it sent shivers rocketing down his spine, while his insides shook like an arthritic joint.
Fuck.
Ichigo just couldn't shake the images that bombarded him whenever he was still for more than a nanosecond. Which was ridiculous, but absolutely true. He closed his eyes and flashes of wild, bright blue hair or unhinged, sapphire blue eyes would flood him. He couldn't for the life of him forget that sinister smirk or that deliciously muscular body. He dreamt about him for Christ's sake! They were mostly nightmares of him being tortured before slowly being killed, but then there were the times he found himself waking, covered in sweat, shaking like a leaf and hard as a jawbreaker. Those dreams confused and angered him because all he wanted to do was forget about the dangerous patient.
Shit.
He couldn't wait to get home for the morning and get some rest. He was also scared to death that one of these days, he would run into one of the former inmates of Hueco Mundo, namely one Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow stood under the safety of a large tree, nonchalantly chewing on a thick wad of watermelon flavored bubble gum. The wind was being especially cantankerous that night as it whipped through his bright blue hair and tried to penetrate the warmth of his form-fitting, black, leather jacket. He wore a black hoodie underneath, careful to extract the hood in case he wanted to use it, a form-fitting, black t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of black Timberland construction boots, loosely tied.
He had his hands shoved deeply into his pockets as he leaned against the rough trunk of an old cherry blossom tree. He blew a bright green bubble, allowing the gum to stretch as far as his nose and chin before popping it. His ocean blue eyes were riveted to the small store across the street, where he spied the young man named Ichigo, standing at the front counter wearing a bored expression.
Ever since his escape from Hueco Mundo, he'd been unable to shake the impression that that damned kid had left on him. Not to mention, that damned kiss. He had never wanted to fuck AND kill someone as badly as he wanted to with Ichigo. It was fucking aggravating, but he couldn't help himself. So, he'd ended up using Corky's resourcefulness to find Ichigo's home address and once that had been done, it had been child's play following the kid wherever he went.
Grimmjow liked watching the berry head; it made him feel giddy and excited, but at the same time, like he was hunting, which was always good, in his opinion. Shiro and Shinji laughed at him because he'd hung Ichigo's Hueco Mundo ID on his wall beside an Avril Lavigne poster.
He didn't care. Screw them anyway.
He shifted in his spot, enjoying the way the bright lights of the store illuminated Ichigo's hair. He blew another bubble and scratched behind his ear; he was getting restless. Not a good sign. He still had a full three hours before the strawberry was due to leave. He was just about to go for a short walk, when a slight motion in the alley beside the store made him narrow his eyes and halt his steps.
He watched as two men wearing face masks crept around the side of the building, sticking to the shadows. They were holding weapons and the shorter man in front was carrying a small duffel bag. Grimmjow growled as he realized what the men intended to do.
Only he was allowed to harm the berry head.
He stepped out of the shadow of the tree and started across the street, grinning and singing softly as he threw his hood over his head, "Ya got designer shades, just ta hide yer face and ya wear 'em around like yer cooler than me."
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