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The Fairy Prince	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 3: LOST IN TRANSLATION
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Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Baby, can't you see, I'm callin'
A guy like you, should wear a warnin'
It's dangerous, I'm fallin'
-Brittany Spears-
If this gorgeous, blue-haired man didn't stop hovering over him, Ichigo was going to humiliate himself by spreading out before the delicious-looking male, naked as the day he was born. Bet Blue would understand that.
The tall, breath-taking, sculpted...god...had been sending Ichigo these scorching hot looks that had his toes curling, and his dick twitching angrily, as if to say "stop fuckin' teasin' me!". That wasn't all though. On top of the molten glances, Blue had been following Ichigo around the apartment none too subtly, and it had the poor red head on edge. What was Blue trying to do here? Give him a stroke?
And Shinji. God, he was going to kill the little blond fucker. Constantly laughing and teasing him mercilessly, until Ichigo felt like his face would never be the same ever again. Between Blue and Shinji, Ichigo was surely going to be sent into cardiac arrest. Hell, Blue was already on the verge of giving him a constant fucking nosebleed.
The tall, skinny guy-whom Shinji referred to as "Stick"-would give Ichigo amused smirks, before bursting into laughter and that crazy fucking language; he and Blue going back and forth, as if sharing an inside joke. The green-haired girl would just smile sympathetically, and for some reason, Ichigo felt like a piece of fucking meat being thrown before a lion.
He was currently standing at the stove, minding his business-or rather, trying to-and fixing breakfast, the three strangers seated at the table, watching him avidly. Ichigo assumed they'd never seen a kitchen before, because three sets of eyes were glued to his every movement.
He fixed scrambled eggs, sausage, waffles with strawberry topping and whipped cream, then he set a gallon of orange juice on the table. Luckily, Ichigo always bought in bulk, because Shinji ran through orange juice like water through a napkin.
He filled their glasses, and piled their plates high with food, before seating himself at the table with his own plate. They stared at him as if he was an alien with two fucking heads, but damn all that, Ichigo was ravenous, so he picked up his fork, and dug in. Blue was the first to follow suit, holding the fork gingerly between thumb and forefinger, then stabbing a bit of egg, before bringing it up to his nose, sniffing delicately. Oh, for the love of all things holy!
"It won't bite you," Ichigo snapped, but then remembered they didn't understand him anyway, and rolled his eyes, as he shrugged, continuing to eat. He wasn't going to let them deter him from his meal.
Suddenly, there was a loud clatter, drawing Ichigo's attention. His eyes focused in on Blue's expression, and he had to bite back a bark of laughter. Blue had dropped his fork, a look of pure wonder gracing his features, as he stared reverently at Ichigo.
"Stick" furrowed his brow, picking up his fork, and shoveled in a mouthful of eggs. His one visible, deep violet eye widened, before he attacked the food with animalistic vigor. Ichigo noticed that Blue had retrieved his fork, and was eating in much the same fashion as "Stick". The green-haired girl, tentatively joined the festivities, and was soon eating just as fast and as hungrily as the other two. It was truly a sight to see. Ever see that American movie Major Payne? Yeah, it was like that.
Shinji shuffled into the kitchen wearing a pair of fuschia-colored skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a rainbow across it and the words "It's a movement" written underneath said rainbow. He completed the look with white and fuschia high-top Punk Rose sneakers. Ichigo shook his head. Damn, Shin. Advertise much?
Ichigo was gay, but he wasn't a girly gay. Shinji was gay, and flaming. It was embarrassing sometimes, but he and Shinji had been best friends since elementary school, so he wasn't going to disown him, no matter how much he wanted to at times. In middle school, Shinji had moved in with Kisuke Urahara, because, well, let's just say Shinji's mom wasn't a very nice lady.
Ichigo remembered the frightening tale of Shinji's mom molesting him since the age of seven. Sad, right? She would perform oral sex on him, then force him to do the same to her. It was disgusting, and Ichigo had been pissed beyond reason, insisting that something be done.
So, Isshin had gone to the authorities, making them arrest the little blond boy's mother, and instead of forcing Shinji into the foster system, goat face had persuaded his friend, Urahara, to take him in. Shinji had been grateful, but Ichigo felt his experience had probably influenced his sexual orientation. Hell, Ichigo didn't blame him one bit.
Kisuke Urahara was, not only Shinji's adoptive father, but also their landlord. When Ichigo had refused to be stuck in a matchbox of a dorm room, Shinji had gone to Urahara, begging quite efficiently, for the man to trust him and Ichigo enough to let them rent an apartment in the small building he owned.
After much deliberation, Urahara had finally relented, and here they were, sharing an apartment, and, very recently, three houseguests.
"Well, they seem to like your food, Ichi," Shinji stated over a mouthful of food, making Ichigo curl his lip in disgust.
"Shin, I wish you wouldn't try to talk while you've got food in your mouth. It's gross," he grumbled, as Shinji just rolled his eyes, smacking loudly on his food.
"So, Saint Ichigo, what are we gonna do with your little friends, here? I've gotta work today, so I can't babysit." Shinji placed his empty plate in the sink, and turned back to Ichigo, hands on his narrow hips.
The three strangers watched them curiously, food completely wiped clean from their plates. Ichigo caught Blue leaning back in his seat, rubbing his stomach, and wearing a devastating grin. Before he could look away, their eyes met, and Ichigo felt a forest fire start in his stomach, spreading outwards throughout the rest of his body, as Blue gave him a slick smirk. What the fuck! How could this man that Ichigo couldn't even understand, have such an alarming effect on him?
Ichigo averted his gaze with a blush, welcoming laughter from both Shinji and "Stick". God, he hated both of them. It wasn't his fault Blue was sickeningly hot, and kept molesting him with his eyes...such lovely eyes. Fuck.
A loud knocking at the door startled everyone, but drawing more dramatic reactions from Blue and "Stick", as they shot to their feet, pulling swords and pointing them in the direction of the offending noise. Ichigo chortled shortly, before realizing that the three strangers staring warily at the door were extremely inconspicuous.
Shinji trotted over to the door, and peeked through the peep hole. His entire back stiffened, before he whirled around, eyes filled to the brim with panic, and pressed his back against the wooden portal, arms splayed across it, as if that would keep the visitor from bursting through.
"Ichi! It's Urahara!" he squeaked. Ichigo felt the blood drain from his face, as he stared back at Shinji. Aww, damn, what the hell! This was terrible! Urahara would take one look at these people, and kick him and Shinji the fuck out.
"What do we do?" Ichigo stage-whispered.
Shinji stormed across the floor, until he was standing right before Ichigo, and poking mercilessly at his chest with a long, thin finger.
"This is all. Your. Fucking. Fault! You just had to play the saint, and now Urahara is gonna chew my ass up like fuckin' bubblegum!"
"Shin, I'm sorry, but what were we really gonna do?" Ichigo reasoned.
More persistent knocking.
Shinji took a deep breath, looking for all the world like someone about to be executed, as he strode to the door, and threw it open.
Urahara let his all-knowing gaze rake Shinji's thin frame, before stepping into the apartment. His eyes landed on Ichigo, and his head imperceptibly nodded. Then his dark eyes stopped on the three strangers, and he cocked his head to the side considering them, before dipping into a low bow, and speaking something in their language.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Ichigo and Shinji bellowed simultaneously.
Urahara gave them a mysterious grin, and shut the door slowly. Ichigo was ready to explode. All this time, he and Shinji thought Urahara was going to put them out for possibly harboring fugitives, when the man waltzes in speaking that strange fucking language! Not to mention, Urahara needed to explain how and why he knew that language, and more importantly, what the fuck was going on!
"Ura-" Shinji started, clearly just as flabbergasted as Ichigo.
"Calm down, you two. I'll explain everything, but first, have a seat. I need something to drink," Urahara stated cheerfully, as if he hadn't just pitched the two friends into the fucking Twilight Zone.
Ichigo watched as the man ambled to the fridge nonchalantly, poured himself a glass of orange juice, and stopping beside himself and the three strangers, he gestured towards the couch and love seat. Ichigo followed on incredibly stiff legs, taking a seat beside Shinji on the love seat.
The other three plopped onto the couch, and Urahara sat indian-styled on the floor, behind the coffee table, pulling out his paper fan. He snapped it open and waved it back and forth past his face, and Ichigo had to smother his impatience with an imaginary blanket.
Urahara turned to the three seated on the couch, and said something that made them all break out arguing. Urahara just grinned, and turned back to Ichigo and Shinji, watching them carefully.
"Uraharaaaa," Shinji whined.
"Yes, yes, well, the thing is-how do I say this? You see...I'm not human..."
Ichigo exchanged glances with Shinji, and they both burst into laughter. What the hell was Urahara talking about? Not human, psshht! Ichigo's sides hurt, and tears streamed from his eyes. This was priceless.
Before he or Shinji could comment though, Urahara was smiling and nodding slowly, the paper fan pausing momentarily.
"Yes, I thought you might react that way. Tell me, do humans normally have ears like this?" he asked calmly, and raised his right hand, snapping his fingers.
Where normal ears once rested, now lay pointy ears, peeking through Urahara's blond hair. Ichigo felt his head become unbelievably light, but he held his composure. Shinji, on the other hand, fainted dead away, falling back against the cushions of the love seat.
"Oh, dear," Urahara commented, still smiling, as he waved his fan.
XOXOXOXO
Sosuke Aizen thrashed and kicked his legs uncontrollably, as he lay in a large bed, trying to take his mind off of the dreadful pain wreaking all sorts of havoc on his arms. The black liquid rendered them immobile, and the pain...
He would kill Gin Ichimaru. That fucking filthy little fairy from Eloria had made a complete mockery of him with his black magic. Eloria. He hated that place. It claimed to be the birthplace of all fairies, but Aizen didn't believe it. There was no way his clan had come from such a vulgar and selfish place.
It felt like only days had passed, when in reality, it was more like twenty years since the fall of his people. The King of Eloria had declared the clan of fairies that called themselves Roande, to be traitors, claiming they were preparing an uprising against him, and the rest of the fairies of Eloria. Like mindless sheep, they had believed him, and allowed him to dispatch the royal army, with orders to destroy any fairy belonging to Roande. Man, woman, boy or girl.
There were none that survived aside from himself.
Aizen was a Roande fairy, as were his parents and little sister. He had managed to escape the massacre, but his family had not, and from that day forward, he had vowed to gain vengeance for them, as well as his people.
For the next few years, he'd grown stronger and stronger, gathering loyal human followers from neighboring villages, and creating an army, the likes of which, Eloria had never seen. Then, he'd run across the infamous sorcerer, Touran Ichimaru, his wife and their young son, Gin. Touran, a disgusting fairy from Eloria, had seen fit to confront Aizen about his plans to decimate the entire fairy race of Eloria, thus wiping them completely from existence.
Aizen had killed the sorcerer and his wife, taking a teenage Gin as his slave. The boy had thoroughly fooled Aizen, making him believe he had no magical power, when in all actuality, he did, and was, quite frankly, much stronger than his sire, from the looks of this horrible spell.
His ultimate goal had been achieved mostly, though. There were only a handful of Elorian fairies left alive, and he had plans to rectify that very soon. He and the beautiful, blue-haired fairy prince would be the last living fairies, if he had anything to do with it. He would make certain of it.
XOXOXOXO
Gin paced the cave that doubled as his laboratory and home, very impatiently. He had been waiting for word from his only uncle for over two hours now. He hoped nothing had gone wrong.
He had slipped the piece of paper bearing his uncle's name into the prince's best friend's pocket, only as a safeguard. It was backup in case La Garganta screwed up the location that his father had marked as an emergency escape route.
His father. Touran Ichimaru had left all of his belongings to Gin upon his death. When Gin was taken as a slave by the very man that had taken the life of his beloved parents, he had promised himself that he would become a stronger, more powerful sorcerer than his father. He would need to be, in order to defeat Aizen.
It had taken Gin years of using body copying spells, in order to sneak away to a cave he'd found, and was using as a hiding place for all of his father's magic scrolls, and as a laboratory for his experiments. After much practice, and intense hard work over the years, the silver-haired youth felt he was ready, and all he had needed to do was wait.
It had paid off, because he had been able to help the fairy prince and princess of Eloria escape Aizen's clutches. He'd had no choice but to send them to his uncle Kisuke Urahara, his mother's only sibling, who had left Eloria many years ago to do research, and had never returned. Now, his presence in the other world would help immensely.
The night that he'd sent the three fairies through La Garganta, he had made contact with his uncle, informing him of the situation. Kisuke had laughed, and promised to take care of things. He'd also promised to contact Gin the moment he found them, which was why Gin was currently pacing his cave. What was the man doing?
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow stared, wide-eyed, at the older blond male that was able to speak his language. Bizarre. And here Grimmjow thought all people of this world spoke differently. He certainly hadn't thought there would be fairies other than himself, Neliel and Nnoitra.
"Your Highness, I was made aware of the situation at Eloria, and am here to explain things. I am Kisuke Urahara," the blond man stated.
All he was able to do was nod.
"We are the last of our race. It's continuance depends on us, as well as you and your sister," the blond continued.
Grimmjow felt like ice was sliding down his back, as he misunderstood the man's statement. Obviously, Neliel had misunderstood as well, for she stared incredulously at him, her gray eyes extremely wide.
"That's disgusting," Grimmjow growled.
"He's my brother!" Neliel yelped.
"Don't worry Princess, I'll help ya repopulate the fairy race," Nnoitra added lecherously.
Grimmjow growled, but Nnoitra threw his hands up in surrender, slim shoulders shaking with mirth. Neliel sniffed haughtily, and turned her nose upwards.
"I was just jokin'. Ya know I can't stand yer sister," Nnoitra placated.
"Good!" Neliel screeched, "I wouldn't want you anyway, not even if you were the last fairy of Eloria!"
Grimmjow tuned out the bickering, as the blond man had turned to the orange-haired boy, and began speaking.
Nnoitra had fallen over with laughter when the young blond had passed out, after seeing the older blond's ears. Grimmjow had to admit, it had been rather hilarious, but his focus was on the orange-haired male that answered to the young blond's calls of "Ichi". He wondered if that was his name.
He rolled it around in his mind a bit, and decided that he liked it. Grimmjow watched the boy's face go ashen at the sight of the older blond's ears, before he glanced timidly at him. Or better yet, his ears. He immediately turned away, blushing cutely, making Grimmjow grin. Had "Ichi" seen his ears? Was that why he looked at him that way?
Grimmjow had already taken note of the subtle differences between himself and "Ichi", as well as the young blond. Their ears were the main differences really, as far as appearances went, from what he'd derived.
Suddenly, the older blond was speaking to "Ichi", and it must have been alarming, because the red head's eyebrows disappeared beneath his bangs, and he turned wide brown eyes in Grimmjow's direction.
Grimmjow lifted a brow quizzically, but reclined on the soft seat, making himself comfortable, as he listened to the older blond talking to "Ichi", not understanding one word.
XOXOXOXO
Urahara was fucking crazy.
Point. Blank. Period.
Apparently, he and the three strangers were FAIRIES. Are you laughing yet? Because Ichigo had been roaring at that point. Fairies, his ass. He might be young, but he certainly wasn't fucking stupid.
"So, you're sayin' you're all fairies from another world called Eloria? The girl is the fairy princess? And Blue is the fairy prince? Aha, Urahara...are you high?" Ichigo asked, wiping excess tears away. Urahara chuckled, but shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, Kurosaki-kun. Whether you choose to believe me or not, is entirely up to you, but what I've told you is the truth. Have I ever lied to you before?" Ichigo gave Urahara a blank stare. "When it mattered?" Urahara corrected, wearing a small grin.
He was right. Urahara had never lied to Ichigo when things were meant to be taken serious. Little white lies didn't count in this playing field. The more he tried to stomach the information, though, the more it made him feel sick. How big was the world, really? And what other beings existed, since fairies did? But then...
"So, what happens now?" he questioned.
"I need them to stay here. My nephew has informed me that a man named Sosuke Aizen, has destroyed the majority of the fairy race of Eloria. These three, as well as myself and my nephew, Gin, are the sole survivors. They can't be allowed to return to our homeland until Aizen is gone."
Ichigo stared, one statement ringing in his head like a church bell. "I need them to stay here." Stay where, exactly?
"Urahara, you don't mean they've gotta stay...with us...do you?" he asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.
"Well, there's no room in my apartment."
"Hell no! We can't even fuckin' understand them!" Shinji shouted, suddenly returning to the land of the living. Urahara shot Shinji a brief, but very scary look that made him cringe. "I mean, we can't even understand them."
"Don't worry about that! I'll have them speaking Japanese in no time," Urahara chirped.
Ichigo really had no clue what to say after that. He vaguely heard Shinji arguing with Urahara about the living arrangements, but Ichigo's gaze had been drawn to Blue. He was talking quietly with "Stick", but, as if he could feel Ichigo's stare, his piercing blue eyes met his brown, and he gulped audibly.
The man turned him to pudding with just looks, and Urahara wanted to teach him...Japanese? From what Ichigo heard, his voice was the thing wet dreams were made of, even if he couldn't understand what was being said. It still sounded sexy, er, nice.
Damn. How the fuck was this going to work?
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