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Betrayed	By : Shiro-The-Espada Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor its characters, this fanfiction is not made for money or personal profit, it is for entertainment purposes alone

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Chapter Three:

A week later, Ichigo was allowed to leave the infirmary, Grimmjow had barely left his side for seven days and nights, a silent companion, providing company perhaps just to keep him sane. Ichigo both appreciated and loathed the presence of the Espada.

As they were walking down one of a thousand brilliantly white corridors, the strawberry haired male looked over at the blue haired one and let out a sigh, "Do I finally get to see how different I look then?" he asked.

"It's your choice, if you want to look in a bloody mirror you look in one." he shrugged, "I don't think you look that different really, just a bit pale and... Muscular."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the description he was given and looked at him sceptically, "Seriously? That's the best you can do?" he shook his head and looked ahead again, "Pale and muscular."

"Oh shut up. I think I preferred the silent treatment."

Ichigo chuckled gently, though it lacked any true feeling of humour, and continued walking, following Grimmjow as he was led towards his new room, which would become his home. He had been trying not to think about what had happened, it was simply too painful, and thinking about what was going to become of him in the future was also too painful. He had nothing left to fight for now, the only reason he had ever taken Rukia's powers, and unleashed his own was to protect his family. And now they were...

Grimmjow looked around sharply as he felt Ichigo's Reiatsu quiver and flare, instantly staggering under the immense weight, "H-Hey... Calm down..." he said, reaching out and resting a hand on the other's shoulder, "Come on, you don't want to level the building, Aizen will be pissed off..."

"Get off me!" he barked, slapping the hand away from him, "You do not touch me! I don't care how pissed off anyone gets."

The blue haired Espada fell silent and simply stared, seeing those chestnut brown irises turn gold against his snow white skin, he felt a slight stirring in his stomach, inwardly deciding that the newest addition to their dysfunctional family was quite the looker.

Moments later, his eyes returned to normal, Ichigo slumped against the wall panting, "Sorry... I'm sorry..." he murmured, covering his face with a hand as he trembled slightly, "Fuck this is going to take some getting used to..."

"You were always strong, without much control over your power... Surely it isn't so different?" Grimmjow asked curiously.

Ichigo shot him a look, "It is very different. I never had to juggle that power with the instincts of wanting to kill everything that moves... Shiro dealt with that side of things..."

A smile tickled the Espada's lips, "Heh, just like a cute little kitten huh? Wanting to chase everything and kill it? Cute..."

"I am not cute."

"You are."

"Not." he growled.

"Suit yourself~" Grimmjow let out a low chuckle of amusement and gestured to the snow white door marked with a single black and red flame emblem, "This is your room."

Ichigo decided to let go of the 'cute' topic as he appraised the door, he was hesitant to enter but finally reached out and turned the gold door knob, pushing the door open and taking some small steps inside.

It was not what he had expected. He had pictured more white walls and insanely pure furniture to match. The white was all a bit much for him to be honest, it made him think of the outfit Rukia had worn for her execution. Just another event Yamamoto had been too happy to take part in.

However, room was warm with tones of dark autumn orange and red wallpaper; a coffee brown couch seated in front of a large plasma screen television mounted on the wall; a mocha brown carpet separated from the couch by a circular orange rug. There were pictures on the wall, pictures that were of his family, of Yuzu; Karin; his mother and father; it both warmed and chilled his heart. There was a dark wood bookshelf, stacked neatly with some of his favourite novels, a coffee table with a small vase of red lilies in the centre.

It was a peaceful, warm, welcoming room which put him at ease and made him feel somewhat more comfortable in his surroundings.

"This is incredible..." he breathed, taking a few more steps into the room.

"I'm glad you like it." Grimmjow commented, coming to stand beside him, "I was able to rescue the photographs from your home when got you... There are some more in your bedroom. I hope you don't mind."

Ichigo looked at the Espada in surprise, "Did you do this?" he asked.

"No. Of course not." he scoffed, "I got my Fraccion to do it." he added gruffly.

"I..." he swallowed, "Thanks."

Grimmjow shrugged off the praise but a small smile was barely visible on his features, "Would you like to explore the rest alone?" he asked.

"A little time to myself would be... Nice... Not that I'm not grateful..."

"I understand. My room is two doors down, blue cat on the door. Hard to miss." he waved a hand and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Ichigo let out a long breath as he was left alone. The instant silence was deafening. He clapped his hands together restlessly and slowly roamed through the apartment, finding the rest of the rooms, his bedroom was coloured darkly with rich red and cream shades with furnishings of the same colours; the kitchen was big enough for about three people to work in, it was fresh and clean decorated with pale yellow tones.

He found the bathroom lastly, and was shocked when he came face to face with his own reflection in the full body mirror against the wall. His mouth fell ajar and he swallowed hard, his eyes welling up slightly.

The newly born Hollow, had waist length orange hair, his fringe just hanging towards his eyes while the rest flared like a lion's mane; his eyes were more almond shaped, the chestnut brown irises were brighter and had a glow to them that had not been present before; his face was more angular, more defined, like he had been stripped of his teenage appearance and thrust into the body of a fully grow man, his skin was pearly white, like alabaster or snow, this shocked him most of all, as he had been so used to his tan skin tone as a human. He was taller, his muscles more defined, but not overpowering, they were still subtle; his eyes travelled down and he saw that his body seemed slightly more curved, his hips and waist were a little wider, giving a gentle feminine appearance to him. He saw a band of bone like structure above his right eye and felt it gently, it was as hard as rock and seemed fused to his body; he realised with a jolt this was the remnants of his Hollow Mask, like Grimmjow had the teeth and jaw on his face.

He licked his lips lightly, "Shiro what the hell did you do to me?" he muttered, looking down at his hands and sighing, he ran a hand through the tufty lengths of hair atop of his head, and then began to unbutton his shirt, he wanted a bath. He needed to try and wash away the grime of death and loss that clung to him.

His fingers slipped as he reached the centre button, his collar falling to the side to reveal a thick black mark on his chest, over his heart, in a flash a slightly crazed grin stretched his lips and a dark chuckle escaped him, "Well someone has a sense of fucking humour." he growled.

Grimmjow folded his arms as he stood on the balcony of his apartment, looking out over the sands as the midday sun hung in the artificial sky of the palace; he let out a sigh as he recalled the night he had saved Ichigo. Though he considered the term lightly, he may have saved the soul but the mind was another matter entirely. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Grimmjow kicked the door in and came face to face with two Shinigami, one was short and lithe, the other was tall and had the curves of a more developed woman. He crouched slightly and growled like the animal he was, watching as they both flinched in shock; he snarled as the scent of fresh blood reached his heightened nostrils, the lack of sound and movement in the house disturbed him and made him think the worst.

He lunged, drawing his zanpakutō at the same time and swiping it around in a powerful arc flourishing blue and white light at the two assassins, taking the opportunity while they were distracted he flew up the stairs and came to a stop as his mouth fell open and his eyes widened, seeing the two bodies in the hallway before his eyes were drawn upwards to the cocoon dangling from the ceiling.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, looking around and swearing as he sensed the Shinigami fleeing the scene, he also sensed a large group of humans heading their way. He knew that while he would be invisible to them he needed to get the cocoon out of the house in case the being within it woke and caused devastation.

He took a breath and glanced around as he smelled young innocent blood, his expression turning sorrowful as he saw the Kurosaki's two youngest members in the other room, it was no longer a surprise to him that Ichigo had gone through such a painful process. He couldn't begin to imagine the emotional trauma.

Grimmjow scaled the wall easily and began hacking at the topmost of the cocoon to let it drop to the floor, it took several long minutes and a large proportion of his Reiatsu before the sack finally came loose; he jumped down and caught it, watching as the cocoon slowly unravelled and revealed the creature within.

His eyes grew wide and his breath was taken away at the sight of him, alabaster skin and long rippling hair, angular features and smooth complexion. He was an angel in hell, "Let's get you out of here, to somewhere safer." he whispered, trying to sooth the tremulous Reiatsu surging within the other man, "It will be okay."

On the way out, the Espada grabbed as many of Ichigo's personal belongings as he could without drawing attention and flew through a Garganta, surprised when he was met inside by Aizen and Szayel.

"What happened Grimmjow?" the brunet male asked as they began their journey back through to Las Noches, Szayel was already fussing over the unconscious male in his usual medical way, "I thought you were protecting them."

"A Shinigami attacked me, I was distracted by the fight... By the time I reached the house it was too late. I am sorry Aizen-sama... The rest of the household had been butchered, the Shinigami tore apart his human body as well, his soul has no way back... He is trapped." he answered, speaking swiftly to deliver his report, "I am sorry for my failure."

"It it not me you will need to apologise to."

Grimmjow caught the look of mild sadness in his master's eyes and then lowered his head, looking down at the man in his arms, "He is really something right? Making the transformation on his own like that..."

"Indeed, in most cases the subject would have destroyed their own soul by leaping from plus soul to Arrancar." Szayel chuckled softly, "But what more can be expected on Aizen-sama's greatest treasure?"

"Do no refer to him in that manner Szayel. The last thing we need now is for him to awaken and feel like a spare part. He must be integrated into the family now, among the other Arrancar... Among the Espada."

"The Espada?" Grimmjow asked, instantly worrying for his number.

"I have long been displeased with the way Yammy portrays himself... I think it is time to separate him from the position of the Cero Espada..." he stroked his chin in thought, "Do you think he would take it badly?"

"Are you kidding? He'll be murderous!" Szayel exclaimed, "Please! Not near my laboratory Aizen! The last time he went on a rampage he destroyed everything!"

Grimmjow raised his eyebrows and chuckled weakly, "I would agree with Pinkie, he would likely be murderous."

"Pinkie?!"

Aizen sighed, "I see, well I have no choice, when we return I will be lessening his power, he will remain the tenth Espada, but the position of Cero will fall to our new family member..." he glanced down at Ichigo, his expression was somewhere between caring and malice.

Grimmjow let out a breath as he snapped out of his memories, he had stayed with them while Aizen used to Hogyuku to boost Ichigo's Reiatsu that little bit higher, and while he was marked as the Cero. The tattoo, or mark, was on his breast above his heart, a fitting place in Grimmjow's eyes, as this was a man who fought with his heart, now he would have all the power in the world to fight for what he loved, and no one to stop him.

He rubbed his forehead and closed the balcony doors as he retreated into his room, stuffing his hands into his pockets, he glanced towards the mirror opposite him and frowned faintly, "Committing such sins against innocent children... Even as a Hollow I can't forgive that." he murmured under his breath.
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