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House Arrest	By : Morales89 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4783 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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.
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
Chapter 4
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When I made it to school that morning, I couldn't stop my mind from worrying about how my charge was doing. It's not that I thought Urahara would hurt him or anything like that…I was more afraid that the Hollow would attack the annoying shopkeeper. Urahara has one of the most grating personalities of all the people I know…so to putting him with a hot-headed, easily irritated man like Jaegerjaques for an extended period of time was probably not the best idea. Unfortunately, I had no other choice.
"Ishida-kun! Good morning!" A bright, sweet voice called from the seat beside me. I turned to see Inoue, smiling and waving at me happily. I smiled back at her.
"Good morning, Inoue-san. Did you sleep well?" I asked. She nodded.
"Hai! I did! I slept all night long!" She chirped happily.
'Lucky…'
"I see. How are things going with Halibel-san?" I asked. Inoue just smiled more brightly, if that's even possible.
"Things are great! Halibel-san is so nice, Ishida-kun! She made me breakfast, and even woke me up for school this morning!" The girl explained.
I tilted my head in confusion. Halibel cooked breakfast? I was under the impression that the arracnar didn't know anything about the human world. Jaegerjaques didn't even recognize human food, let alone know how to make it. Orihime seemed to sense my confusion and began an explanation.
"Halibel-san was the only other person than Ulquiorra who took care of me in Hueco Mundo. She said she used to watch the cooks prepare my food before she came to my room," the girl said.
"I see," I said softly. So, apparently some arracnar were more knowledgeable than others when it came to the Living World.
"What about you, Ishida-kun? How are things with Grimmjaw-san?" Orihime asked, big grey eyes staring at me questioningly. I felt myself flush a little at his name. If only she knew how uncomfortable a night we'd had.
"It's alright. He's not as bad as I thought he'd be," I answered quietly. Suddenly a large, warm hand landed on my shoulder with a slap.
"Pssh….he just doesn't wanna piss you off. He'll slip up once he's gotten comfy. Hey, why're you blushin'?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked with a confused glint in his eyes. I glared at him.
"I'm not blushing, Kurosaki, you need to get your eyes checked. Now unhand me and go away," I replied acidly. He scowled back at me angrily.
"Woah! Good morning to you too, asshole!" He growled, releasing my shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You two are back to normal I see," Yasutora Sado said in that low rumble of a voice. I turned to smile at the other boy. I liked Sado-kun….he was nice, intelligent, and most importantly, quiet.
"Good morning, Sado-kun," I said pleasantly. Kurosaki's scowl deepened.
"Why're you so nice to him?" He asked. I was about to answer when Arisawa Tatsuki showed up.
"Cus' he's not obnoxious, Ichigo. Don't feel too down though…Ishida's nicer to you than he is to Keigo," she inserted. Kurosaki did not find it amusing. He growled and stomped over to his desk to brood until class started. The others did the same, save the brooding and stomping. I turned back to Inoue.
"I actually wanted to ask you something, Inoue-san," I said quietly. She quirked one of her perfectly groomed orange brows in question.
"Who's watching Halibel-san while you're away?" I asked. She smiled.
"Oh! That's easy. Kira-kun's apartment is actually set in the same complex as mine is! So, I just left her with him," she said happily. Well, that made sense. But, even if Kira-fukutaicho was capable of handling two ex-Espada for a few hours…it would be unfair to make him take on another.
"What did you do with Grimmjaw-san?" She asked. I sighed.
"I called Urahara-san over to watch him. But, they don't really seem to get along. I don't want to burden Kira-san with another.."
"What about Renji-kun!" she interrupted. I blinked…oh right…Renji was in the human world too. I could trust him with watching my charge for a few hours while I went to school. Besides, there were only a few weeks left till vacation.
"You're right. I think I'll go talk to him after school. Is he in the same area as you too?" I asked. She shook her head.
"No, he's closer to Urahara-san's shop," she said.
"Ah, thank you. I guess I could skip Handicrafts Club today. This is a little more important," I murmured.
"Why don't you just do it after?" Inoue asked. I turned my eyes on her. I could do that, go to my club and come home a little later than I'd originally said.
'No, I'm sure he's having a hard enough time trying not to get into any trouble. Leaving him with Urahara-san for any longer than necessary would just be cruel. It would be slacking in my duties as a probation officer if I let Jaegerjaques get into any trouble,' I thought with a sigh.
"I promised Jaegerjaques-san I'd be home by three-thirty," I answered. The orange haired girl just smiled at me.
"Aw! That's really sweet, Ishida-kun! It's good to keep your promises," she said. I blushed again… 'I'm not being sweet, I'm just being punctual,' I thought to myself. Thank goodness the teacher walked in to distract me from embarrassing thoughts involving sweetness and Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques.
"Alright class! Everyone shut up and get out your notebooks!" The teacher ordered.
**Ulquiorra's POV**
Abarai and I headed out of the apartment around 10:00am into town. The Living World was so much different than both Hueco Mundo and Soul Society. I'd been there a few times before, but never really had a chance to see it. The streets were paved with a black, hard substance that Abarai had explained to me was a mixture of cement with tar slicked on top. The world bustled with life, people hurrying from one place to another. People shopped, worked, and laughed together. The buildings were like nothing I'd ever imagined. They were tall and solid, with hundreds of shining glass windows. I was a little overwhelmed by it all.
"Come on, Schiffer! We're goin' in here first," Abarai said, his rough fingers grasping my wrist and tugging me into a shop.
His hand seemed so warm against the gigai's sensitive skin. I even failed to tense up as I usually would, as distracting as his touch was. Besides, Abarai had been very welcoming so far…I decided that maybe I could trust him just a little bit. My body seemed to welcome the warmth of his hand. I almost wondered what it would be like to be embraced by the fiery man, though at the time I knew was in no way ready for that kind of close contact. I ignored my wandering thoughts in order to glance around the place he'd dragged me into. It was a clothing shop, by the looks of it. Racks of different human clothing filled the spacious interior of the store by the dozens.
"Good afternoon, Gentleman. Welcome to Karakura's Closet!" A young human female greeted brightly. Renji smiled at the girl, who blushed and smiled back shyly.
"Can I help you with anything, sir?" She asked, barely able to hold eye contact. I felt my stomach churn. Were all human women as fluttery and annoying? Trash…
"Yea, ya can actually. My friend here is new…I wanted to get'im some new clothes and stuff. Could ya point me in the right direction?" He asked. Her face got even redder when she turned her eyes on me. Brown orbs flickered down to where Abarai had my wrist clamped in his grip then widened.
"Oh, yes of course! Just go straight down and to the left sirs," she said. Abarai thanked her and tugged me in that direction. I distinctly heard the young woman squeal out "so cute!" before we were out of range.
"Tch…girls…" I heard the redhead towing me grumble. Ah, so he was just as irritated by her antics as I was. Interesting…
"Awright…let's see if we can find some stuff that'll look good on ya," he said, turning towards the rack of clothing. I blinked, unsure of what I should do.
"Hmmm…" he hummed quietly in thought.
With the hand still attached to my wrist he tugged me closer to him. I felt my breath catch at our proximity. He was so close I could smell the gentle apple-cinnamon scent coming from his hair. I could feel the warmth of his body radiate in the scant space between us. His free hand pulled at the belt loops of my pants, turning me around so that my back was facing him. I stiffened nervously as I felt his fingers fish the tag out of my pants, brushing gently against the skin of my back as he did.
"Aha! Looks like yer a small!" he said, tucking the tag back in and turning to the rack with all the pants on it. I was still frozen in shock at his manhandling, a strange heat collecting in my cheeks as I felt embarrassment for the first time.
**Renji's POV**
Ulquiorra had gone eerily still behind me, and only then did I realize my mistake. I'd forgotten, like the idiot I am sometimes, that he's not used to bein' touched. I'd forgotten that this wasn't one of my friends, as nice as Schiffer had been to me throughout the day. I couldn't just grab him and handle him like one of the guys. He was an ex-Espada. He was emotionally and socially stunted, completely unused to havin' people touch him in any way other than with harmful intentions. I sighed and turned towards his frozen figure.
"Ah…I'm sorry….I forgot yer not comfortable with the whole touchin' thing jus' yet. It's jus'…I usually go shoppin' in the human world with friends who're comin' here for the first time…and I forgot that yer not one of them. I know that sounds stupid…but sometimes things jus' slip my mind," I explained awkwardly. He blinked at me with those big, green eyes of his before clearin' his throat.
"It's fine. I was just taken by surprise is all," he said.
"Okay…and next time…jus' tell me. I don' wanna do stuff that makes ya uncomfortable…I'm supposed ta be helpin' ya adjust," I said. He just nodded.
I directed him to the shirt rack, explainin' that he was a size small in this brand, briefly explainin' that sometimes different brands of clothing would fit him differently. I told him to pick out anythin' that stood out to him, so that we could go back to the dressin' rooms and try it all on. I turned back to the pants rack as soon as he'd started siftin' through some t-shirts. He'd look good in black. I knew he would, and black pants would match with any color top, so they'd be ideal. I picked out a few pairs then turned to grab his pile of shirts so we could make our way to the fittin' rooms.
**Grimm's POV**
Gods, I'd never wanted to kill another person as much as I wanted to off this Urahara Kisuke guy. I don't think I even wanted to kill Kurosaki as much as I wanted to gut the perverted blond. Not only was he irritatin', but he found the most awkward, embarrassin', and retarded conversations to strike up. Like now, for instance, he was sittin' on Ishida's couch, blabberin' about how cute he thought it was that I liked the kid. I kept tryin' to shout it into his thick, blond, skull that I didn't like Ishida …I just didn't really hate him either. It also didn't hurt that he was nice to look at.
"Oh, Kitty-kun….denial is an ugly thing. You should accept the fact that you are attracted to our dear Ishida-kun, and do something about it," the man in the green hat said. I glowered at him.
"What do'ya mean…do somethin' about it? He's just a kid, don't be such a pervert!" I scowled. My mind, however, was racin' with ways I could "Do somethin'" about my attraction to my sexy jailor.
"Though Ishida-kun is quite young, I've never seen a more mature sixteen year old. After all he has been through; I don't think it's really fair to call him a kid. He'd probably maim you for that," Urahara said. I snorted.
"Right…"
"Don't underestimate him, Kitty-kun…he's a strong boy. Even with your reiatsu unrestrained, you wouldn't want to make little Uryuu angry," the shopkeeper warned. I glared at him.
"Don't go callin' him by his firs' name jus' cus' he's not here to bitch ya out for it," I growled. He just raised that fuckin' fan up to hide his irritatin', "I'm god and I know everything smile".
"Yes, you're right! Ishida-chan would have a cow if I called him by his given name," he said. I jus' fuckin' know he added the '-chan' to piss me off. It worked.
"But…" His eyes narrowed slyly at me from under the brim of that ridiculous hat.
"Maybe you should try it….I bet he'd turn the loveliest shade of baby pink hearing you call him, Uryuu," the blond fruitcake said, in a nauseatingly dramatic tone.
"Shut up ya fruitcake! I'm done with this conversation. I'm goin' ta take a nap. Touch me, and I don't care who ya are…I'll saw yer balls off with the dullest, rustiest knife I can find in this place," I warned as I made my way towards Ishida's bedroom. I walked over to the window, sittin' myself down on the sill and starin' out at the street. I decided to watch for him, because as soon as I saw him walk down the sidewalk in that ridiculously adorable school uniform, I was gonna shove that irritatin' fuck out of the house.
**Ulquiorra's POV**
We managed to acquire me a decent wardrobe for my stay in the human world. Abarai really made it a point to find things that looked good on me and ask me what I liked. He was very patient with my complete ignorance of human fashion. We went from store to store trying on different clothing/shoes and choosing whichever ones looked the best. After about two hours of shopping, I finally got an idea of what kind of clothes I liked wearing. It was a good feeling, to be able to decide what I wanted to put on my body, and not have to wear a standard issue uniform anymore.
When we'd finally gotten all the clothes I could possibly need, Abarai, who seemed eternally latched to my wrist for the day, towed me off to some other stores. It's not that I disliked the feel of his strong hand holding on to my thin wrist. I just wasn't used to the idea of casual touches like that. Every single time I was ever touched in Hueco Mundo had some kind of purpose behind it that was beneficial to Aizen-sama. Whether it'd been a sparring match between the Espada to strengthen our ranks or a punishment to ensure I would never falter in my duties. Every single physical encounter had a purpose.
In this case…with Abarai…it just seemed like he enjoyed the contact. It was gentle and almost soothing. It felt nice, to be touched in such a friendly manner. It felt nice to feel the skin of another person sitting against mine in a non-threatening manner. Suddenly, I felt that large hand slip down around my own and squeeze gently at my fingers. I jumped a little, breaking out of my thoughts to take in Abarai's slightly concerned expression.
"Ya been daydreamin' fer the past ten minutes, Schiffer. I know I'm sexy and all, but ya don't gotta stare like that," he said with a light chuckle. I felt that weird hotness settle around my cheeks and glared at him.
"I assure you, Shinigami, that my wandering thoughts have nothing to do with you," I said coolly. His smirk only seemed to widen. Of course, my thoughts had pretty much all been about him…but not in the way he was insinuating.
"Yea, whateva'. Let's get goin'. We gotta get some groceries before we go back ta the apartment," Abarai said, tugging on my hand. I frowned at him, pulling my hand from his grasp and crossing my arms.
"I can walk just fine, Shinigami. I don't need you to drag me everywhere," I said. I tried to ignore how cold my hand suddenly felt. He just laughed at me, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his garnet colored eyes in my direction.
"Never said'ya couldn't. Yer the one who's been lettin' me drag ya around all day. Ya weren't complainin' then," the redhead said. The heat on my cheeks intensified, my glare following shortly in its path.
"Please halt your inane ramblings, Trash. The idiocy is giving me a headache," I glowered, frowning unhappily at the other man. He just laughed, coming forward and squeezing my shoulder. I tensed up at the touch, wondering why the Shinigami thought it was okay to touch me when I was so obviously angry with him.
"Woah…okay Schiffer. I was jus' teasin'ya. Didn't mean nothin' by it, so calm down, kay?" The redheaded man said in a soothing tone. I glared at him skeptically.
"Look, my job is ta socialize ya. Friends, which I hope ya someday have, tease each other sometimes. It's all in good fun. I didn't mean ta get'ya all worked up like that…well I did, but only cus' yer so fun when yer all haughty like that," the Shinigami explained with a laugh.
I struggled to understand the concept of this "teasing." Insulting your friends in order to gain an angry response for one's own amusement, it sounded like something Grimmjaw would do. It sounded like something Grimmjaw has done…on numerous occasions. I would hardly consider the Sexta a friend, but this "teasing" idea sounded an awful lot like the way Grimmjaw used to harass me in Hueco Mundo. Why would Renj…Abarai want to irritate me? Did he get some type of perverse enjoyment out of seeing me upset like Grimmjaw did? I was abruptly broken out of my thoughts by the sound of the Shinigami's gruff voice.
"Look…ya can even do me. Go ahead…do yer worst," Abarai's voice offered. I just looked at him, not quite sure what to say. He wanted me to…make fun of him?
"I-I'm not sure I underst-"
My words were cut off when my sensitive ears picked up a sound unlike I'd ever heard in my life. It was coming from a nearby building, and was barely audible…but I heard it. Abarai looked at me funny, but I ignored him in favor of moving toward the sound. The Shinigami followed, seeming confused, as I led us to a strange building. I listened harder. God it was beautiful. It was a melody, somber and bittersweet, backed by the sound of dozens of others playing a gentle harmony behind it. I wanted to go in to hear it better. I turned to Abarai, questions in my eyes. He looked slightly bewildered.
"This is the Karakura Cultural Arts theatre. Looks like the orchestra's practicin' today," he offered. I looked back at the building, somehow hearing the sweet sound of that lovely instrument, whichever it was, crying a sorrowful tune into the warm afternoon air.
"Ya wanna' go in?" My Shinigami guardian asked. I looked at him, eyes wide.
"Could we?" I asked.
I was eager to get in, to hear that beautiful music more clearly. Music was rare and poorly selected in Hueco Mundo. The only music I really came into contact with was the boring sounds of Tousen-sama's meditation tracks. Ichimaru-sama, as far as I know, didn't listen to any music. As for Aizen-sama, he was always too busy during the day to listen to anything…and I was never invited to his personal quarters. The little bits of it I'd managed to hear in my brief visits to the Human World had intrigued me, but I was far too busy at the time to explore them thoroughly.
"Yea…we can go in. I remember Ichigo tellin' me that the rehearsals are open ta the public," Abarai said.
I felt excitement swell in my body. It felt strange and bubbly…completely unusual to my senses. The Shinigami must have seen it in my eyes, because he just laughed and gestured for me to follow him inside. I was angry at myself for letting my mask slip, but it didn't last long. As soon as we entered the rather nice concert hall, I felt that anger melt away. I vaguely noticed Abarai's hand leading me towards the seating area as I stared at the large group of musicians playing that gorgeous music. On stage, about a hundred or so instrumentalists sat, most of them playing quite, gentle chords behind the one soloist standing proud in front of the rest.
He held his instrument high, his right arm flowing in long, graceful sweeps as his left moved articulately over the black fingerboard of the wooden beauty. The music swept through me, making me feel like I'd never felt in my life… Making me feel, period. It was like I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move…I could do nothing but listen to the beauty that filled the hall with its lovely melody. I closed my eyes and let it take me where it would, feeling as if I were on a completely separate plane of existence all together. I marveled at the fact that these humans, who I'd originally deemed as trash, could create something so breathtaking.
As the piece swelled into the most amazingly emotive explosion of sadness and love, it seemed as if my own body had filled with just as much emotion. I felt so lightheaded, maybe a little giddy. I didn't know how to express how, I don't know, happy I felt in that moment, as the music took me away. I felt my hand squeeze onto whatever it was holding. When it was squeezed back, I lazily opened my eyes to look in the direction of my probation officer. He was looking at me with soft eyes, a really tender smile on his face like he was enjoying the obvious joy I was receiving from the performance. His fingers were so warm on mine, his expression so gentle…I barely noticed when the orchestra stopped playing.
**Renji's POV**
Ulquiorra seemed so spellbound by the violinist on stage. I couldn't possibly contain the smile that stretched across my face at the sight of him. His eyes had fluttered closed, thick black lashes restin' placidly against pale, peach cheeks as he listened to the soloist shine. Though I'm not a classical music kind of guy myself, it's pretty difficult to pretend that the piece wasn't absolutely and mind-numbingly beautiful. For me though…it was more the softening of Ulquiorra's usually cold, blank features that had me mesmerized.
Then, just as the piece reached its ultimate heights, the dark haired man next to me sucked in a deep breath, and his fingers squeezed mine firmly against the armrest. I managed not to jump…he hadn't willingly touched me before. I was a little surprised. I squeezed back, my face meltin' into this really soft look, I could feel it. The fact that he was so affected by the music was amazin' to me. Then again, music tends to have that effect on people. I'd seen with my own eyes that even the most stoic of men could be moved by the sound of a full orchestra.
*Cough**Kuchiki-tacicho**cough*
His big, green eyes opened slowly to lock with mine. My breath caught in my throat at how much emotion was behind them…I'm sure he didn't even notice how far his mask had fallen. My heart thumped hard as if it wanted to leap out of my chest and settle right into his pale, warm little hand. Well, at least I'd found out one thing he liked. He liked classical music, and I was sure he'd probably enjoy some literature as well. I made a note to ask someone what was good readin' around Karakura Town.
The piece ended, and he didn't seem to notice. Confusion clouded over his clear, emerald gaze. We didn't speak for a while. We both seemed to be tryin' to read what the other was thinkin'. I didn't know what to think. He wasn't pullin' his hand away from mine, and I was suddenly very aware of how beautiful he actually was. His softened features did things to my body that I was sure were pretty taboo between a probation officer and his charge. I coughed; slidin' my hand from his and turnin' my gaze back out towards the orchestra.
"They're called string instruments. There's a few different kinds. Those big ones in the back are called basses, and the smaller ones on the right there, the ones they have between their legs…those are cellos. The section right next to them are violas…and that one ya seemed to like so much…that's called a violin," I rambled.
He was quiet for a few minutes. We both were. We jus' watched the musicians pack up their things and leave. We must have jus' caught the end of the rehearsal. Ulquiorra and I rose without a word and exited the hall. He followed beside me in silence for a while as we towed are large shoppin' bags back towards are apartment. I wasn't really sure why things were so awkward at the time, but I didn't care. We'd made a bond, me and him. That day, in that concert hall…we made progress towards a friendship, I think. I was happy knowin' I was able to see him completely unwound, if only just that one time.
"We didn't have music like that in Las Noches," his soft monotone sounded from next to me. We were already at the apartment door when he finally spoke.
"No music? Why not?" I asked, fishin' through my pockets for the key.
"It was unnecessary. As much as Aizen-sama pretended to work in our benefit, we were only ever provided with the bare essentials," he explained.
I didn't speak as I pushed the door open and made my way towards our shared room to deposit the shoppin' bags. I didn't want to disrupt whatever magical comfort had relaxed Ulquiorra enough to open up to me about his past. It seemed a little soon for this, havin' only been together for a day so far, but he seemed to want to tell it to someone. He must have been through so much in Hueco Mundo. I can't even imagine what it must have been like servin' under that megalomaniacal, bastard of a traitor. Or maybe…he was tryin' to explain his behavior to me. Maybe he was ashamed of his visible reaction to the orchestra's performance, and felt a need to justify the slippin' of his mask. Whichever it was (Probably the second one.), I remained silent. If he needed an ear to listen, I was more than willin' to comply.
"We were provided with shelter, clothing, and enough spirit particles to keep our hunger quenched. That was all," the small man next to me finished. I looked over at him with a smile.
"I see why ya guys wanted to get out," I told him. His green eyes fixed me with a measurin' stare.
"That is barely a skimp off the tip of the mountain of reasons behind my wanting to defect, Shinigami. Perhaps I will tell you more someday, but for today…I believe I've said enough," he answered, moving next to me to help put his new clothes away in the side of the dresser I'd left empty for him.
"Whateva' ya say, Schiffer," I sighed, foldin' a pair of his tiny jeans and layin' them in the drawer. He started on his shirts.
**Ulquiorra's POV**
"Ah crap! I forgot the groceries!" Abarai exclaimed suddenly. I turned to see his face darkened with a frown. He's so expressive, it's almost amusing sometimes.
"Man…I was gonna cook somethin' real good for dinner too," he said, all but pouting in anger. Well, actually he was pouting…like a child. I felt my lips twitch strangely. He reminded me a lot of Grimmjaw; except I was sure I'd grow to like Abarai much more than the irritating panther hollow.
"Guess we'll have to go back out…or we cou-" He was abruptly cut off by a noise, like music, but more violent, coming from his pocket. He shoved his hand into his jeans and pulled out a small device, flipping it open quickly. He would later explain to me that it was a communication device known as a cellular phone.
"Renji here, what's up?" He said. I heard a voice answer him on the other end.
"Uryuu? Oh, hey what's up Kiddo!" He exclaimed brightly, a big smile settling on his face as the person on the other line yelled at him. I distinctly picked up the words "…permission to call me by my given name?"
"Ahhh, come on Kid! After what we been through together in Hueco Mundo! I think holdin' back yer hair while ya puke up stomach fluids for three weeks earns a droppin' of formalities," the redhead said.
I frowned, trying not to think about the events in Hueco Mundo. Memories of how mindlessly I followed a monster that continuously hurt me made me feel like utter trash. Like worthless garbage that needed to be thrown away…destroyed. If only I had been stronger. If only I could have fought him and his minions…I would have led my fellow Espada against him. But I was so scared back then…I was so scared of not being useful to Aizen-sama that I threw away any personality I may have acquired to become his loyal soldier. After that…I was stuck…there was no going back. I didn't want to be subjected to the kind of torture I knew from experience would be my punishment should I ever let myself slip.
"Come off it, Uryuu! I'm not changin' what I call ya…deal with it! What did'ya want, by the way?" Abarai asked the boy on the other line loudly. His voice immediately brought my eyes over to him.
Abarai….he was my complete opposite. Free-spirited and rambunctious, he cheerily chatted with the young Ishida on his phone. I envied him then. I envied the way he could so carelessly let that warm, joyous smile light up his striking features. I envied how easily he showed his emotions, at least the few I'd seen him show so far. He was so open to getting to know new people. He'd welcomed me into this apartment like I wasn't his former enemy, like I hadn't tried to kill his friends time and time again. I wished I could one day learn to be at least a little bit like him. I could do without the loudness and the over-exuberance. Those were two things I don't think I could ever be, considering how quiet I am.
However, Abarai has a certain magnetism to him…something warm that draws you in and makes you want to be near him. Even then, when I'd only known him for a few hours, I'd seen it. I could only imagine what kind of qualities I would find in the coming time of my probation. I wondered what kind of life he'd lived. What was his childhood like? For the first time in my life I found myself curious about someone, truly curious about their different traits and passed events in their lives. Curious about something more than how high their reiatsu levels were, or whether they were a threat to Aizen-sama. It confused me as much as it intrigued me, that curiosity.
"Oi! Schiffer!" I heard the redhead's gruff voice call to me. I snapped out of my thoughts to a large, tan hand waving in my face. I scowled.
"Eh? Don't look at me like that, Schiffer! I called ya like five times. Ya were off in yer own little world," he said, pouting slightly at me. I just sighed and averted my eyes.
"Well, we're goin' ta Uyruu's for dinner tonight. I know ya don't like that Grimmjaw guy, but Uryuu's my friend, and he makes really good food. Besides, ya two are a lot alike, now that I got ta know ya a little. I think ya'll like him," Abarai said. I blinked, not sure what to say. He smiled at me.
"We can ask him what days the orchestra plays on. I'm sure he'd know. Uryuu's the classy type, like ya," the Shinigami said, hand coming up to squeeze my shoulder lightly.
"Ah….yes, I would like that," I replied. That brilliant smile lit his face again, before he turned towards the doorway of our room.
"Anyway, I'm gonna write up the report for today. Ya can just chill out in here, take a nap, take a shower. Do whateva ya want," the Shinigami said.
I nodded to him before he left the room, laying out on my neatly made futon when he was gone. I'd only been with the redhead for a few hours, but I felt, at that time, that I could really come to like living with him. Abarai had proven to be as thoughtful as he was loud, and as welcoming as he was slightly irritating. So far, things were going well. But…I reminded myself once again, that it had only been a few hours. People can change so much in just a few hours. I'd experienced it first hand…with Aizen-sama. He'd been so kind and welcoming when I was first born…but just one mistake, and I was, within seconds, writhing on the floor in pain.
'I really hope that Abarai will not change so suddenly. I will try not to make any trouble, but being in Grimmjaw's presence tonight will certainly test that ability,' I thought.
**Uryuu's POV**
I finished my conversation with Abarai…ugch…Renji. God forbid he ever finds out I called him Abarai again. Ever since Hueco Mundo, the Shinigami had insisted upon our calling each other by our given names. I mean, I didn't really mind so much, but it's just strange for me. I call just about everyone by their surname. Renji would usually be no exception, but he really did have my back against the Octava Espada.
Anyway…back to my original point.
I finished my conversation with Renji just as I was making my way down the hall towards my apartment. I walked swiftly, because I really was worried for Urahara-san's safety. He's an annoying man, and Jaegerjaques is hardly patient. I fumbled for my keys, my concern growing as I sensed the mirth in the shopkeeper's reiatsu. Oh god, I couldn't even imagine how angry my charge was going to be. I pushed the door open, confused at what I saw. Urahara-san was just sitting at my kitchen table, smiling mischievously, and batting his fan slowly. Upon noticing my arrival, the ex-Captain's grey eyes widened, his smile following quickly after.
"Ah, Ishida-kun! You're back!" He chirped happily. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why do you look so pleased with yourself?" I asked him suspiciously. He pulled this expression that looked entirely too innocent to ever cross his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ishida-kun," he said in an equally baffled and innocent tone. It only made me more suspicious of him.
"Where's Jaegerjaques-san?" I asked. Urahara smiled, and anxiety blossomed in my stomach in response.
'That can't be good,' I thought.
"Kitty-kun was feeling a little worn out earlier," the man with the hat began.
'Probably because of you,' I added in my mind.
"So, he decided to go take a little cat-nap in your room. He's in there now, completely fine, if you want to go check," he finished. I narrowed my eyes at him warily. I didn't believe for a second that the Arracnar was fine. At the very least, he had to be pissed off after spending the day with Urahara.
"Come on, Ishida-kun! We can go together!" The scientist chirped, grasping my wrist and towing me towards my room. I yanked my arm away and glared at him.
"I can walk on my own, Urahara-san!" I snapped.
He just giggled and continued towards my room. When we got there, the door was locked. I sighed. Poor thing, he probably had to deal with the crazy Shinigami bugging him all day. I wondered if he'd even be up for clothes shopping like we'd originally planned. I don't think I would, if I had to spend an afternoon with Urahara. He's a nice guy, but he's just way too annoying. He also has a knack for knowing things he shouldn't.
Reaching forward with the key, I slipped it into the lock and opened it. As quietly as I was able, I pushed the door open and peered inside. Both futons were empty, perfectly made like I'd left them in the morning. The room was generally un-mussed, which meant thankfully…Jaegerjaques left Urahara's company before the blond man could really piss him off. I say that because, he really is the type to break things when he's angry. Like Kurosaki's face for example.
"You can go now, Urahara-san," I said, moving farther into my room. He didn't say anything, but he did obey. That was surprising.
I closed the door behind me, glancing around the room until I spotted the bulk of Jaegerjaques's body by the window. I moved closer to see that he actually was asleep. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading over my face at the sight of him. Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques was sprawled in my windowsill, mouth open, pouring out tiny snores with his hand scrunched up at his nose. He looked so much like a lazy cat taking a nap that I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. I guess the sound of it woke him, because his face scrunched up a little before his lashes fluttered open. Lids rose halfway for tired, light blue eyes to peer out of curiously. His mouth widened in a long yawn, pointed canines, like fangs, shining slightly in the light from the window.
"Hey, Kid," his sleep husked, raspy voice greeted. I fought a shiver at the grated rumble of his tone.
"Hi," I said lamely.
"That fruitcake gone yet?" He asked, standing up and stretching languidly.
His arms stretched almost to my ceiling, his biceps tensing along with the rest of the muscles. His back arched, black shirt rising from the waistband of his pants and giving me a glimpse of the deep groove of his pelvis. It was decidedly feline, the way he stretched. In fact, a lot of things he did were very feline-type actions. I remember Kurosaki telling me something about his release form being a cat. I wondered suddenly what it looked like.
"Oi, Ishida!" Jaegerjaques's gruff voice called. I blinked rapidly in confusion.
"Ah, what?" I said, jumping a little. He placed a large hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
"Calm down Kid. It's fine, I don't sense him anymore. Ya don't needa tell me," he said.
'Oh right. He was waiting for an answer when I was….distracted,' I thought.
"Well, let's get goin'. Ya were gonna take me shoppin' today, right?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I was. Let me just change out of my school uniform, and we'll go," I said. He just grunted and walked out of the room to give me privacy.
**Grimm's POV**
The kid changed pretty quickly into a pair of fitted blue jeans and a white, tight t-shirt with a lil' blue cross at the bottom right hem. He really likes those crosses. I wondered silently why. But, ya guys should know me at least a little by now, so ya know I didn't stay quiet for long. As we were walkin' inta the huge clothing store, I asked him.
"Why's all yer clothes got those lil' crosses on'em?" I asked. He blinked those ocean blue eyes up at me curiously.
"Oh, they're the symbol of my Clan," he said.
"Yer Clan?" I wondered out loud. He sighed.
"The Quincy Clan," he said. I tilted my head to the side.
"I can't believe they didn't tell you who you were staying with. Then again, I didn't expect much from the Shinigami to begin with," he said. I laughed. He's cute when he's haughty.
"Ya don't like the Shinigami, do ya?" I asked. He just snorted.
"Well, let's just say they've done some things that have led me to despise most of their kind," he answered.
"Only most?" I teased. He blushed a little and looked away.
"Well, there are some of them I can tolerate. Kurosaki, Kuchiki-san, the Captains that came to our aide in Hueco Mundo, and Renji," he said, the blush getting darker as he did. I grinned.
"Ya like Red?" I asked.
"Well, yes, I suppose. Renji and I became quite close after fighting Aporro Grantz together," the kid answered, pushin' his glasses up nervously.
"Oh? How close are ya?" I asked slyly, and he just glared at me.
"Not that it's any of your business, Hollow, but we're just friends," he ground out. I just laughed at him and clapped him on the back.
"I'm jus' fuckin' with'ya kid! Calm down!" I said. He was still slightly ruffled, but I guess he decided not to waste time.
"Hi, my name is Miki, can I help you guys with anything today?" A cheery voice said from behind me. I turned to see a small girl, a little older than my probation officer, smilin' sweetly at us.
"Oh, yes please. Could you point us in the direction of the changing rooms?" He asked, an arm full of clothes.
'Where'd that come from? That was pretty quick,' I thought.
"They're over there," she said, staring up at me in a daze. I scowled at her and she blushed.
"Come on, Jaegerjaques! We've got company for dinner, and I want to get some things from the grocery store after this," Ishida said, grasping my wrist and dragging me towards the back of the store. The girl turned to her friend with a huge smile and I swear I heard "two in the same day!" as they giggled to each other annoyingly.
"Here's some stuff I picked out for you. Just try one of them on and see if I guessed your measurements correctly," Ishida ordered from next to me. I scowled at him too. Orderin' me around like that…who'd he think he was?
"Could ya come in with me at least?" I asked. He blushed and started shakin' his head.
"W-why do you need me in there?" He stuttered cutely. I grinned at him lewdly.
"Ya know what I need'ya for, I-shi-da-kun," I husked. I quite happily enjoyed the adorable widenin' of his eyes and gape of his small, pink mouth.
'Fuck he's such a lil' cutie, how are all the guys in his school not all over him?'
"Don't be a pervert!" He scolded, slappin' me hard on the arm. I just laughed.
"Nah, really Kid! I'll prolly' need help gettin' this shit on, ya know?" I said.
He adjusted his glasses again. I was kind of startin' ta like that habit of his. He's a hard kid to read, but he had all different ways of adjustin' those glasses of his. Angry adjustin', irritated adjustin', nervous and embarrassed. This time it was a mixture of nervous, embarrassed, and irritated. I had thoroughly done my job roughlin' him up that day. He really is a lot of fun, that kid.
"Just get in the dressing room!" Ishida snapped, pushin' me behind the curtain.
He dropped himself down on the bench inside the lil' cubicle and crossed his legs. He averted his eyes to the wall as I started undressin'. Prude…he knows he wants it. Ya'd have ta be pretty crazy not ta want some'a Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques. Anyways….at the end of the day, we got a lot of shoppin' done. We even got ta go ta the grocery store like he wanted.
He put the groceries away while I put away my new clothes. It felt nice, havin' clothes that I picked out for myself. I mean, the kid helped me out a lot, but he always asked me if I liked what he was choosin'. It was great, havin' choices, doin' things because I wanted to. The kid told me while we were at the supermarket that his job as my probation officer was to socialize me. Feh, socialize…me…I didn't think it was possible. I told him as much, but he just frowned at me and said,
"You will be socialized, Jaegerjaques-san. I am your probation officer, and I will show the Shinigami that I am just as capable of doing this as any of their kind."
He had a real hate towards the Shinigami that I didn't understand. One day I would ask, but I knew then that it was too soon to be askin' those type of questions. I mean, we'd only known each other for a few hours. There's no way an uptight kid like him would start barin' his soul ta me so soon. A noise from behind me shocked me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see the kid starin' at me from the doorway. I grinned at him.
"What is it, Kid?" I asked.
"Our company is here," he said. I blinked, suddenly sensin' the two presences that'd joined ours in the apartment. Why hadn't I sensed them earlier?
"Oi, Uryuu! What's for dinner?" Red's voice called from the hall. Ishida didn't look happy 'bout the use of his given name, but he didn't say anythin'. Abarai popped his scarlet head inta the room and beamed at me.
"Yo!" He greeted. I smirked back at him and lifted a hand in a greetin'.
"Yo, Red!" I said.
"Name's Renji, but, ya can call me Red if ya want," he replied with a wink. Ishida just rolled his eyes at us.
"Both of you shut up and get in the dining room. Dinner's ready," he snapped, pushin' up his glasses and turnin' on a heal out the door. I stood, laughin' as I walked ta the door.
"So, how's life with Ulquiorra treatin' ya?" I asked the Shinigami next to me. He smiled at me. Red's a good lookin' guy. Kinda exotic-like, and I really like the tattoos.
"Ya know…it's not as bad as I thought. I was worried, that we wouldn't get along, but we kinda do," he said, like it was a wonder.
"I was worried 'bout Uryuu too," Red added, lookin' up at me with his reddish brown eyes. I tilted my head to the side and smirked.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah…he's a private kinda kid, ya know? Doesn't like people in his personal business," he went on. I laughed a lil'.
"I know. I was tryin' ta ask him 'bout his Clan today…wouldn't really go inta it," I told him. He sighed.
"It's a pretty fucked up story, man, ya should prolly wait for him ta be ready," he said. I looked back at him again, archin' a brow curiously.
"Awright…I won't ask again," I answered. We both walked inta the dinin' room to see Ishida and Ulquiorra chattin' quietly at the dinner table. I took in the former Cuarta, tight green shirt hugged his slender chest, and from what I could see, a pair of jeans snuggled against his legs nicely. All in all, Ulquiorra cleaned up pretty nice.
"Would'ya look at that!" I said with a wide smirk. "Ya actually look pretty good!" I finished, enjoyin' the other Arracnar's flat glare.
"Jaegerjaques-san, please don't start any fights in my apartment," Ishida's voice said softly. I looked to him, his big blue eyes slightly pleadin'. How could I possibly say no to that? Fuckin' cutie…sometimes I think he knows it too.
"Tch! Don't worry 'bout it Kid, he's not worth me tearin' up yer house and getting' sent ta the gallows," I assured him. He just nodded at me, gesturin' ta the seat next ta him.
"Take a seat, Jaegerjaques-san. Dinner's served," he said, and I did. Whatever he cooked smelled delicious. I was really startin' ta like human food. We had somethin' called "hamburgers and fries" at the lil' shoppin' center we'd gone to for my clothes. That shit's the best! Don't think I'll ever get sick of that stuff!
Okay, so, I sat down.
"Stop callin' me Jaegerjaques-san all the time! Call me Grimmjaw," I growled at him. He blinked at me with those big blue eyes of his. He was silent, seemed like he was thinkin' it over.
"Come on, Uryuu. If it'll make him feel more comfortable, why not? I mean, we're supposed to help'em adjust. It ain't gonna happen if he ain't comfortable with the guy who's livin with him," Red said helpfully. Ishida looked back to me, bitin' his lip like it was a hard decision ta make or somethin'.
"Would it make you more comfortable?" he asked. I grinned at him.
"I'd love it if ya called my name," I said, purposefully lettin' it hang ambiguously in the air. He flushed instantly, to both mine and Red's amusement, and adjusted those glasses of his again.
**Uryuu's POV**
"Don't say stuff like that in front of company!" I snapped at him, blushing heavily.
I didn't understand why Jaegerjaques hit on me so much, but he seemed to get some sort of perverse enjoyment out of my reaction. In fact, Renji was smiling pretty widely as well. Bastards…I considered his question though. I know it doesn't seem like such a big deal to start calling someone by their first name, but…it's different for me. Calling someone by their first name suggests some form of closeness with that person. With the exception of Kurosaki and Inoue, because with Ichigo it's more that he hates it when I call him by his surname. Thus, I call him by his surname. With Inoue, it's just a force of habit. I really didn't want to become friends with the Arracnar. I mean, hadn't I already sullied the Quincy name by being friends with so many Soul Reapers? Why did I need to add a Hollow to the list?
Then again, after speaking with Ulquiorra for a little while, after he apologized for his sins against me and I forgave him, we had a lot in common. He was intelligent. He found both Jaegerjaques and Renji annoying. Though, I could tell he kind of liked Renji, just like I kind of liked Jaegerja- Um, what I guess I was thinking was, that after Ulquiorra and I got talking, I could really see us having a friendship. He's a lot like me. He's quite, private, loves music. He even asked me about my sewing hobby after I told him I made my own clothing. If my gut was telling me that we could have a friendship, why should I ignore it? I didn't want to shame the Quincy name, or my sensei, but these Arracnar…even Jaegerjaques, were kind of likeable without Aizen or the war.
'What should I do, sensei?' I thought.
"Oi! Ya sure space out a lot, kid! And always when I'm talkin' to ya! Quit it!" Jaegerjaques's voice growled in irritation. Snapping out of my thoughts I glared at him.
"Well, one of us has to think around here! Or else nothing would get done, Grimmjaw-san!" I sniped, stressing the usage of his name caustically. He just smirked at me infuriatingly (sexily).
"I like the way ya say my name," he purred in a teasing tone. I nearly shuddered. It's unfair for someone that looks like him to have such a sexy voice.
"Shut up! And if I'm going to be calling you Grimmjaw, you're going to be cal-"
"Yer gonna let me call ya' Uryuu?" He asked stressing my given name slyly. I blushed and shoved my glasses back over my nose. I didn't completely object to the idea, because a part of me really liked the sound of my name on his tongue.
'Stop thinking like that!' I exclaimed in my head.
"You're infuriating. Just shut up and eat!" I snapped, ignoring his smug smirk. He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but Renji beat him to it.
"Man, I was worried 'bout nothin'! Ya two get along jus' fine! See, that's what I meant by teasin', Schiffer! Did ya see how they were talkin' ta eachother…well at least how Blue-boy was talkin' ta Uryuu," he said.
"His name is Grimmjaw, Abarai-san," was Ulquiorra's polite response.
"I know, but he calls me Red. I figured, why not?" Renji said.
"Just eat, Abarai-san. I'm sure two hours is a long time for you to go without food," the Arracnar sighed. I glanced up at Renji, who was grinning at his smaller charge. One large hand came down to clap Ulquiorra on the shoulder as the Shinigami smiled.
"Ya do understand! I knew it!" he laughed. I suppose he was referring to the teasing thing.
"He damn well should. I been doin' it ever since that uptight, asshole was born," Grimmjaw said from next to me. Green eyes glared at him, but Ulquiorra didn't say anything back to him. Instead, he lifted his utensils and started his meal.
"Damn Uryuu, I forgot how good a cook ya were!" Renji said from across the table. It was slightly muffled, seeing as he rarely swallows his food before speaking. Barbarian…but I blushed anyway. I still liked Renji, a little. My hormones hadn't completely given up on the idea of him…
"Thank you," I murmured. Grimmjaw, who I suddenly realized I was referring to by first name in my mind, just grinned next to me smugly.
"I knew ya liked him," he rumbled into my ear softly. The heat of his breath tickled the soft lobe teasingly. I promptly stabbed him with my fork.
"Ow, fuckin' bitch!" He cried out indignantly. I just smirked.
"Shut up and eat your dinner," I snapped. Renji laughed and Ulquiorra just smirked at his fellow Arracnar. My charge simply grumbled and began his meal. All in all, it'd been a pretty interesting day. Though I was still unsure about whether or not I should allow myself to get close to Ulquiorra or Grimmjaw, I decided to worry about it later. For the time being, I just enjoyed the dinner.
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