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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yesterday left Ichigo confused and a bit disoriented. Meeting all of those strange people. A few of them looked down on him, like the stoic Byakuya and cold Toshiro. He had really connected with the small and crazy Rukia, but he didn't know if that was enough reason for him to trust the Soul Reaper tribe. The leader, Yamamoto, was clearly the type to expect complete obedience and subservience; there would probably be severe punishment if any of them even glanced off the path he had laid out for them. And they all seemed to accept it, even crave it.
Watching the sun rise and smoke drift from behind his lips, Ichigo knew that he just couldn't be a part of their tribe. He didn't have a subservient bone in his body and had no urges to develop any. No matter how much power someone had or how esteemed they were, it did not mean that they were better than him or deserving of his respect. Anyone could do wrong and make mistakes. Ichigo had his own mind and he took full advantage of that fact.
No. He would not join the Soul Reapers, even though that meant that he wouldn't have the power to kill the monsters called Hollows. He sighed softly, chocolate eyes lowering from the sunrise to his bare legs with tears glimmering on the surface. He quickly closed his eyes to keep the tears from falling, but a few were caught in his lashes, shining like jewels in the light of the sun.
After his shower, Ichigo dressed in a black beater, black skinny jeans, and black low-heeled ankle boots. His red diamond earring glittered in his ear; he never took it out, not even to sleep. He then put on a simple leather choker with a D-ring. Connected to the D-ring was a silver charm in the shape of a grinning skull with red eyes. He grabbed a light black jacket, put the hood up, and walked downstairs.
Yuzu was already making breakfast, but Ichigo didn't have much of an appetite. He walked past her to the refrigerator, mumbling a hello to her sunny greeting, and grabbed himself a small can of orange juice. Snapping it open, he began to drink it as he walked out of the back door. The scowling orange-head had no real plans, so he decided to just head to the park and maybe call Renji to tell him his decision.
The morning's had been unusually quiet for a while now. Ichigo hadn't been seeing as many monsters as he used to lately. Renji had said that the Hollows were going to gather and attack, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel nervous and anxious. Not even the wind was stirring. He threw his empty orange juice can into a trash bin he walked past and grabbed his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket. Lighting it up, he inhaled deeply, calmed by the feel of routine.
Walking into the park area, Ichigo let himself think that maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
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Grimmjow's facial expression was as stern and serious as it could ever get. His Espada were back, each with their section of Hollows screaming and howling behind them. The sight filled his body with a warm tingle of pride. And he was proud to see the Hollows all gathered. He was proud the way one would be if they were looking at a particularly intelligent favored pet. The King of Hueco Mundo could put one or millions down without a problem, but he'd still be able to rub the bone masks of the ones he hadn't killed.
Even so, the sight of his Espada is what ripped through him. Nell, Starrk, Nnoitra, Ulquiorra, and Szayel were well worn out and barely keeping their feet. The only thing keeping them standing was sheer willpower and their sense of dignity; they would not show weakness before their King. And Grimmjow was proud of them too, immensely proud, not that he would ever tell them so. He couldn't hate Aizen enough for what he did and the consequences they had to suffer. Aizen, Kaname, and Gin. He knew for a fact that the first two were dead, but the fate of Gin was unknown. He'd turned on Aizen in the end though, so Grimmjow didn't waste too much time looking for him and things would continue as they were as long as Gin made no moves that Grimmjow didn't like.
Ulquiorra, pale skin paler than usual and vivid dark green eyes tired and glassy, stepped forward. Gleaming blue eyes fixed on him with an intense stare. Ulquiorra then kneeled, shocking Grimmjow to his core because Ulquiorra never kneeled, he thought he was better than every one else, definitely not the kneeling type. Yet the gesture did as he had intended, for he now had his King's undivided attention.
"Grimmjow, will we go now? We need nourishment before we completely expire."
Grimmjow watched his shivering body and nodded. He would have to make the first kills for his Espada and feed them until they were strong enough to kill on their own like they were his children. The thought of children made him think of Arai once again, wondering where he was and if he would show up. He started to open the Gargantua, but ceased the effort before it could begin to form. He locked his eyes with Nelliel's and she nodded.
"Rest." He told them. "Get your bearings."
His Espada slumped to the sand immediately, falling into a light doze. Grimmjow sat down next to his little sister and wrapped his arms around her. She gave him a small, exhausted smile. It hurt his body to see her that way; no doubt her body was hurting much worse though and with all his power, there was nothing he could do. There was no wand or magic to make her hurt and exhaustion disappear; that kind of skill was more down Gin's line of expertise.
"I'll feed you, Nell." He told her softly. "Don't worry, I'll feed all of you."
Szayel's golden eyes, now dull with exhaustion, flickered at that. No matter how tired he was, he never stopped being nosy and inquisitive.
"Of course you will." He said wryly. "Who else would you lord it over if you didn't? The Hollows aren't much in the way of conversation."
Grimmjow's softened expression turned hard and he glared at the pink haired scientist Espada.
"I can leave you for last, Szayel. Don't fuckin' push me."
The pink haired Espada smirked, but closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut. Grimmjow settled his face against Nell's dark green hair, loving the scent of one of his chosen kin; he almost purred. Nelliel soon dozed off as well as the other Espada and some of the Hollows. By the time blue-eyed king slipped into a light doze himself, he felt the approach of a familiar spiritual pressure. A spiritual pressure that lit up his eyes and caused him to grin wildly. A relatively tall figure, about 5'11, was walking towards him. Blown sand kept them from clear view, but that figure was unmistakable. Grimmjow gently laid Nelliel on the soft sand and stood to meet the approaching figure half way. The closer they got to each other, the clearer he could see the other. He took in the sandaled feet, the billowing white hakama tied with a black obi, the white long-sleeved coat lined with black hugging the upper body and flowing over the hakama, leaving a V of bare white skin at the top and a triangular peek of black bandage wrapping at the bottom. Grimmjow himself had changed into his own silver hakama with blue sash, the silver half-jacket leaving his torso bare. A white hand with short black fingernails gripped the hilt of a long and slim black katana with a short bit of black chain hanging from the edge of the hilt. White lips were stretched into an almost identical crazy grin, showing the black inside of the mouth. And those eyes. Eyes Grimmjow hadn't seen in forever, eyes that had always held his attention and that he'd missed.
Glowing yellow against black where white should be. Wild, crazy, gleaming eyes. Hungry, angry eyes.
"Oi, Grimm. What are ya up to now? Killin' involved?"
He'd missed that watery and wavery voice. He'd missed Arai. Grimmjow stepped forward and grabbed Arai in a hug despite their manly dignity. The spiky styled white haired boy started squirming in his arms.
"Let go, baka." He grumbled. If it were anyone else embarrassing him, he'd of killed them. As it was, Grimm was his chichi at one point, so he was allowed one unpunished hug. After that, he could punch his face in anytime.
Grimmjow let go and smacked him on the back of his head.
"What do you mean, what am I up to? Where the fuck have you been?"
Arai rubbed the back of his head and frowned.
"Ya know where I've been, Grimm."
Grimmjow frowned back.
"Still trying to get stronger?"
The white-skinned boy broke into wild, cackling laughter.
"I finished wit tha' a long time ago. I've been makin' plans."
Grimmjow rubbed his hand across his muscled bare stomach and was going to ask Arai about his plans, but the look in his yellow eyes said that he wasn't going to tell him.
"Where's Auntie Nell?"
"Resting. All the Espada are resting. They've just come back from gathering Hollows for the Kampeishiki."
Grimmjow turned and led the way back to where he'd left his subjects; Arai walked next to him.
"Kampeishiki?" Arai asked in surprise. "Are things tha' bad, Grimm." Arai's hand clenched tighter on his sword. "I shoulda been here."
Grimmjow looked at him sideways.
"Nobody needs your white ass around here, Rai. My Espada can take care of themselves. I don't rule a bunch of pansy asses."
They walked the last bit of distance in silence, Arai taking the reassurance as what is was.
"So when are ya leavin'?" He asked.
Grimmjow met his gaze. "Now. I was waitin' for you."
Arai looked down at his Auntie Nell and felt bad. She was hurt and so exhausted that she couldn't even sense his presence and he stood right above her. He wanted to be sure it would be safe and easy for her in the Human World. She was like the mother he'd lost. He looked back at Grimmjow.
"Ya scout ahead, make sure its safe. I'll open the Gargantua for all of us when ya get back."
He and Grimmjow shared a knowing look. The King of Hueco Mundo gazed at his sleeping sister one last time, then opened the Gargantua to the Human World Karakura Town and stepped through.
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Ichigo sat at the base of a tree, another cigarette in his lips. The sun had set a few minutes ago and the night air was surprisingly balmy. Balmy enough that he'd taken off his jacket. He exhaled smoke from his nose and sighed. He'd texted Renji about his decision, not wanting to call because he would have had to listen to the red-head try to persuade him to do otherwise. Even so, the perverted bastard still texted his phone. Ichigo hadn't known that someone could whine in a text message…he sighed. Something new everyday.
He heard a few dogs barking and whining in the distance and thought nothing of it, but it began to bother him when those barks and whines were cut off abruptly like someone had killed them…or something.
No. He was just letting the Halloween atmosphere get to him. There was a such thing as monsters, but not physical ones. He chuckled softly to himself, but couldn't pull his gaze away from the Karakura Forest. The forest sat just at the edge of the park, the two blending flawlessly together. The trees were tightly packed and it was pitch black from what he could see.
A loud crackling and rustling sound made his heart stutter in his chest. Ichigo rose slowly and rubbed out his cigarette against the trunk of the tree behind him. He held his breath, trying to hear the noise again. His chest was burning when it finally repeated itself, except a few trees were shaken this time, swaying roughly against each other.
What could have that kind of strength? To make a tree shake like it was a wild flower swaying in the wind. Ichigo sucked in a gust of air and walked just a bit closer to the edge of the forest. The tree shaking became more violent and the a deep growl came from within the space of tightly packed trees. A growl that made the ground tremble slightly, but enough that Ichigo could feel it in his boots.
He thought maybe it was some kids playing a joke. Some rich kids bought a bear and trying to scare people…bought a bear? Really? The orange-haired boy shook his head at his own idiocy and stepped forward for a closer look, only to be come eye to eye with two red glaring eyes bigger than his head.
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Grimmjow used his sonido technique to get a good look around the town quickly. Szayel hadn't been wrong when he'd told Nell that the souls here were strong. He wondered if it was a coincidence that all of these people ended up living in the same town. This would be the perfect place for feeding and they'd be able to get those Soul Reapers too.
Yes, he could feel them, even from such a distance. Yet they wouldn't be able to detect him, not unless he wished them to. A lick of power pulled him out of his thoughts. Grimmjow froze, standing on air solidified by his power, and touched that lick of power of his own. He groaned. This was the tastiest spiritual power in the entire town; he wanted it now. The king looked around, tracking the tasty spiritual pressure to it's source. He used his sonido technique until he stood over a partial clearing on the edge of a forest. A boy stood there, frozen and staring into the trees in front of him. He was emitting fear so thick, Grimmjow could taste it on his tongue. The boy was maybe 5'9, lithe, spiky orange hair, soft looking amber skin, and a absolutely perfect ass. Grimmjow grinned. So he'd get to fuck and eat. Perfect.
He was so caught up in thinking about what he was going to do to that sweet sweet ass, he almost didn't sense the other presence below him. A dark creature, emitting blood lust and hunger for hot flesh and mutilation; it wasn't a Hollow or any creature of Hueco Mundo. Something massive burst out of the thickly knit treetops and spread large black feathered wings with red tips. Grimmjow didn't know if it was natural coloring or blood. The creature had four legs and black fur like a dog…a giant dog. It's paws were three times bigger than his head with sharp 12 inch curving claws coated with blood and grime. Black curving horns grew out of the top of it's massive head. And an uncountable amount of large needle sharp teeth glinted in mouth so large he could fall into it. Red eyes glared at him with hatred and the need to kill. All Grimmjow could do was grin in pure delight and happiness.
He glanced down long enough to see that his prey had ran to hide by a tree, and then he grabbed his sword. The great beast growled, Grimmjow roared, and they rushed each other. The fight was disappointingly short. Instead of using his sword, Grimmjow had decided last minute to use his cero instead. The damn beast was blown to chunks and bits, and Grimmjow was left over excited and unsatisfied. His eyes were drawn to the boy and Grimmjow used the sonido technique so that he stood on the ground in front of his tasty prey. His gaze raked over that perfect body and then he stared intensely into big, liquidy brown eyes.
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Ichigo stared at the man with wide eyes. Long, impossibly dark blue hair braided down a strong muscular back. Rippling muscle under tan perfect skin. Six feet of absolutely alpha male. And those lips, so pink, and stretched into a mocking smirk. Those eyes. The orange-head thought it a sin to even try to describe them as blue. The man's eyes were the sky, the ocean, the moon, the darkness, the feel of cold air on wet skin, and of fire beneath the flesh. The color and the feeling of those eyes on you never stayed the same, but most of all, at the moment, he look starved. Ichigo blushed.
"I-I-. Just-." Ichigo stuttered, feeling like a complete idiot. Where did this inner girl come from all of a sudden? "Thanks for saving me. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Who are you?"
The man shrugged nonchalantly, still smirking and eyes gleaming. Ichigo's body was burning with a heat he'd never experienced before. The orange-head grew hard as soon as the man began to speak.
"Tch. Couldn't let it have you, now could I? Can't fuck you if you're dead." He stepped forward, backing Ichigo into the trunk of a tree. "And I'm gonna fuck you, little berry." He moved so close that their noses were almost touching. "Look at those lips." He growled in that velvet thunder voice. "So pretty."
He then proceeded to kiss, nip, and lick at Ichigo's lips until they were a nice dark red. Ichigo moaned in regret as he pulled away.
"As for my name, little berry, it's Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. I wanna hear it when I fuck you."
Ichigo couldn't speak, hell, he could hardly breath. He'd never been so silent or submissive in his entire life and he wasn't so sure he liked it. This man's presence turned him into somebody that he wasn't. How could he just stand there and let a complete stranger molest him against a tree at night in an empty park? He could be some sort of weird sexual predator…maybe that didn't sound so bad in a certain context. At the moment, Ichigo was being an idiot, and Grimmjow the Blue Haired was staring at him heatedly.
"Take off your clothes or I can rip 'em off. I prefer ripping. Your choice."
Ichigo just stared. Air gasping from in and out of his mouth, skin flushed a pretty red beneath his soft tanned skin, and brown eyes darkened to almost black. His hands were already reaching for the hem of his beater when he stopped himself. He was not going to be this man's little bitch and his whore. He swung his fist at his face instead. The fist of anger made impact, but not with it's intended target. The blue haired bastard had caught it and was now grinning widely, eyes even more excited.
"I knew you were the one…"
Then they proceeded to fight. Ichigo landed some hits in due to his speed and agility, but every hit Grimmjow gave him was hard and they began to take their toll. All throughout the fight, Grimmjow was undressing him. Tearing away his black beater, his jacket long gone, jerking off his skinny jeans along with his ankle boots. Grimmjow didn't stop until every bit of flush amber-colored skin was revealed to his greedy, searching, wanting, eyes. He slammed Ichigo face down into the dirt, his mouth clamping tightly to the bit of skin between his neck and shoulder. He sucked the skin hard into his mouth and Ichigo cried out at the pain of blood rushing quickly to the flesh. Large, tan hands slid all over that soft and smooth amber skin, loving the heat and the slick of mild perspiration. He sucked down the moaning bitches spine, all the way down to that nice round and tight ass. He slapped those blushing pink cheeks and they bounced a little. His blue eyes darkened and he slapped them again and again until they were dark red.
Ichigo couldn't keep still or catch a breath. His body tingled all over and he loved it when Grimmjow smacked his ass hard; it wasn't something he would have thought he'd like, but he didn't have the time or inclination to be surprised. He panted and moaned, making little needy sounds that were driving Grimmjow crazy. Grimmjow kneeled in between his new bitch's legs, long and beautiful legs, and pulled that ass up to his face. Ichigo had to support his own weight on his hands when Grimmjow lifted his ass into the air. His arms were shaking and felt weak. A slightly rough tongue like a cat's slid across his crack. It was warm and wet and rough; he wanted more. Grimmjow paid special attention to little pink puckered hole, getting it nice and wet before he pushed his tongue inside.
"Please, please, please." Ichigo whined.
Grimmjow smacked his ass some more as he tongue fucked him. His tongue swirled and twirled. Flattened and thrusted. Fast, slow, a combination of the two. Until his bitch was nice and wet. He lowered Ichigo to the ground and flipped him over. He looked at that flushed face, those parted red and pouty lips, and glazed big dark brown eyes. Two little light honey brown nipples, a flat belly with a long and wide pink puckered scar that Grimmjow wanted to lick, and a hard and dripping six inch dick. The shaft was a dark pink and the head was cut, a light pink and flushing a little red. Nice and wet with pre-cum.
"What a pretty little berry, I bet ya taste sweet." Grimmjow said in a deep, hoarse voice.
He bent down and licked the pink head, watching it twitch with the sensation. After he licked up all the pre-cum, he slid the whole thing into his mouth and down his throat. He was very, very, hungry. And the little bitch was sweet enough to eat; physically and spiritually. Grimmjow put three fingers of his right hand in between those pouty lips and Ichigo sucked on them immediately with apparent relish. Once they were nice and slick, he pulled them out, leaving a trail of saliva on Ichigo's bottom lip and chin. He pushed in the first finger as continued to suck the little berry off, and by the way he was shaking and tensing, it wouldn't be long before he came. So, Grimmjow hurried the preparations a little.
By the time he slid in the third finger, Ichigo came in his mouth with a loud moan and Grimmjow swallowed quickly. He sat back and pulled his hot, throbbing, dripping, thick and hard nine inch dick out of his hakama. He rubbed it a little, but the gesture only tortured him more. He cursed and wrapped those long, amber legs around his hips, lined up, and slammed all the way in. Ichigo screamed loudly and Grimmjow tensed as his ass squeezed almost painfully around his dick.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Ichigo yelled.
Grimmjow was in his own personal heaven. The little berry's ass was tight, hot, and slick just like he loved them. He pulled back till he was almost out, then slammed back in. On the first strike, he found the bitch's sweet spot. Ichigo was moaning now, and begging for more. Grimmjow pulled almost all the way out again, but pushed in slowly and tortuously. Ichigo moaned and tried to push against him, but Grimmjow slapped his hip and held him down.
"Ya want more, little berry bitch?" He asked as he slid slowly in and out. Ichigo clenched around him and Grimmjow moaned. "If ya want more, you're gonna have to beg better than that. Tell me you want it."
Ichigo blushed even more in embarrassment. He'd never had sex, let alone talked dirty with anyone. Yet here he was at night, alone in the park, getting fucked by a stranger. He supposed dirty talk wouldn't make this any worse.
"I want it." He moaned. "I want it so bad. Please fuck me."
Grimmjow moaned and squeezed his hips so hard, he knew he would leave bruises on that amber skin.
"You want me to fuck you? You want me to slam my cock into so hard you'll taste it in the back of your throat for a month? That's how bad I wanna fuck you, berry, that's how hard."
"Yes, " Ichigo screamed. "Yes, Grimmjow. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Grimmjow growled deep in his throat, pulled out, flipped Ichigo over, and sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck as he slid back in. He grunted and slammed into the little berry repeatedly with all of his strength and lust in each thrust. Hitting that sweet spot with the head of his cock rubbing and sliding over it. The little bitch was moaning and screaming so much his voice was cracking. He slammed in harder and harder, pounding into that hot, tight, and perfect ass. He squeezed it and pinched it until his stomach clenched and his thigh muscles tensed and he came balls deep in his new bitch.
Grimmjow ground and caught his breath as he pulled out of Ichigo. He slid his teeth out of the boys flesh and licked away the resulting blood. Once he'd calmed a bit, he slid down and bit the little berry's ass cheek until it bled, the little bitch screeching and slapping at his head. Grimmjow smacked the bite mark and then stood. He slid himself back into his hakama, then picked up the dozing, incoherent boy and sliding his pants back on him. He shifted the weight in his arms as he picked up the boots he'd thrown in the heat of passion and looked around with a sigh. He had no idea where the kid lived.
Tracking the little berry's spiritual pressure to where it was mostly gathered, other than his person, Grimmjow found the Kurosaki Clinic and the boy's medium sized room upstairs. He jumped through the open window and laid his burden on the bed beneath it. He watched the boy sleep, dropped the boots on the floor, and grudgingly decided to take the boy's pants back off. He licked his bite wound one last time, and left with the taste of the little berry in his mouth.
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