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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Cuffs 1/
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Requested by: Yoshitaka
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AN: Ooh! Look! Another one is done. I hope you guys enjoy the mini story about to come your way! Remember, reviews are answered (in some way). :3
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Staring at the arrancar, Ichigo idly played with the cuffs around his wrists. He had been caught by Aizen when he and his friends had come to save Orihime, which had been a rather interesting twist of fate. He knew his friends had gotten free, but had also gone to some of their previously chosen hiding spots, hiding from not only Aizen but also the Shinigmai. Ichigo had figured they would have to do so eventually, but hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
“So, why the paranoia, even here? You know we're not gonna kill you, Aizen trusts you for some odd reason,” Grimmjow drawled as Ichigo shifted, curling one leg under the other as a smile danced on his lips.
“My grandfather was a smart man, and taught me and my sisters how to see the truth, no matter what the smoke and mirrors that are used,” Ichigo hummed, caressing the smooth metal of the cuffs. Playing with the single link, brown eyes gazed at the other man with a smile as he lent against the head board of his bed. “I'm not loyal to Soul Society, rather I'm loyal to my friends and family and only to my friends and family. Though, with family, that's a rather loose term considering who my father's father is.”
“I thought you said your grandfather taught you things. It sounds as if you dislike, if not outright hate 'em,” Grimmjow said, eyes watching Ichigo closely.
“I do have a mother you know. My mothers father was the one who taught us. He was a well known politician and had been raised learning how to see things for how they were instead of how they seemed,” Ichigo chirped, raising a teasing eyebrow at his current guard. “I know how Soul Society sees me. I'm a vizard and my father is one of several Shinigami that have left them, hiding in the real world. I'm one of two children that have Shinigami abilities, the rest have basic powers for something else.”
“You also seem to be able to inspire loyalty in just about anyone you want to,” the blue haired arrancar drawled, trying to under the just turned man man before him.
“A good friendship will always inspire loyalty because you must be loyal to them in return.Otherwise, it does not work well,” Ichigo said, eyes once more returning to the cuffs. Grimmjows eyes were drawn to them, watching long fingers carress and play with them, telling him just how much the younger man enjoyed wearing them despite what they supposedly represented. “Even if I'm here, Soul Society does nothing to help me. They either think I'm dead, being swayed over to Aizens side or that I will get free by myself. Of course, none of this will happen. I may end up working by Aizen to fix thigns, but I doubt that I will ever be a follower of his for the simple fact that I don't follow most of the time.”
“So you lead? I can see that seeing as you didn't really listen to them when you were told to leave Orihime here,” Grimmjow said, raising an eyebrow when Ichigo shook his head.
“No, I don't lead, nor do I follow. I teach and learn and investigate, but never do I lead,” Ichigo hummed, a smile dancing on his lips as his eyes sparkled brightly at Grimmjow. The espada shifted and crossed his legs, more then a little surprised by how the look made his limbido react. “Leading takes a lot of energy, leaving next to none to do the little things that need to be taken care of. I'm the sort of person that does all those little things.”
“So, you're the driving force in a way?” Grimmjow asked as Ichigo nodded and laid down instead of sitting up in bed.
“In a way,” the lithe man humme,d eyes half lidded as he gazed at the other man. Grimmjow settled back against the couch as he thought of what he knew about the red headed substitute. When he had first arrived in Soul Society, Aizen had brushed him off as an annoyance and continued on with his plan to gather the sphere from the Kuikichi brat. What he hadn't expected was for Ichigo and his group of friends to systematically make their way through the Shinigami that stood in their way.
No one had expected Ichigo to be so damn strong and resourceful. After Aizen had gotten away and started to send his Arrancar to start canvasing Karakura town, most of them escaping the Shinigami attention, Ichigo had been there, watching but not attacking. He just watched, a curious look on his face, playing with what most of the Arrancar agreed was a bracelet. Even when he went up against one of them, he watched and learned about his opponent. Not that they noticed at the time.
But looking back, Grimmjow could indeed see it, suprising him just a bit, but not as much as it would normally.
“So, you watch. What have you learned?” the blue haired arrancar asked, Ichigo opening his eyes and gazing at the other man with a curious look in them.
“What do you mean?” Ichigo hummed, lifint hi shead from the pillow.
“I mean, that ever since you were caught and the cuffs there were place don you, all you've done beyond having tea with Aizen and reading a book or two, is watch everyone,” Grimmjow hummed, blue eyes watching as Ichigo sat up once more, brushing a hand through soft locks.
“If you really want to know...Szayelapparo has a thing for Ishida, and I'm not saying just as an experiment. He wants Ishida as his. His lover, his mate, his bitch, however you want to say it. He just doesn't realize it,” Ichigo said, his voice soft and musing as he played with the coat that he had borrowed from aizen, his own shirt stained and the others not completely done with at the moment. “I also know that as much as you fight with Ulquiorra, you do care about the other. He does care about you to, no matter how emotionaless he seems. The same goes along with your third, Starrk. I find it cute how you three balance each other out.”
Shaking his head, Grimmjow smiled and rubbed at his head, far from surprised that Ichigo had seen the three of them at one point or another. “So, what about Aizen?” he asked, eyes dancing in amusement as Ichigo laughed lowly.
“I don't have to watch him to know things with him. He always tells his lover what's on his mind anyways,” Ichigo cooed, getting a bark of laughter from Grimmjow.
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