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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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Ichigo gasped and stepped back, entire body shaking and heart jumping erratically. It couldn't be, the monster had to be lying, but one can't deny truth when it stands in front of them. It was likely, he couldn't believe he'd ever thought he'd escaped that attack almost completely unscathed. That scar was there for a reason and his father probably hadn't told him the whole story because he didn't want to scare him. No wonder he always felt so empty and lethargic like nothing had any meaning. He had thought it was because of his mothers death, but it had been because of his own.
"You grew up in the Human World." The monster continued. "While I grew up in Hueco Mundo. I might have been eaten if it wasn't for Grimm. I'm not gonna sit here and let you attack him. I'm gonna kill you instead."

Arai leaped down towards Ichigo, sword held out to the side and ready to swing when he got close enough. Ichigo brought his identical sword up to parry the blow, but the impact left a crater in the road beneath his feet and knocked him backwards.. Arai gave him no mercy and spared no seconds. One hit followed another, and another, and another. Bones broke, muscles twisted, and Arai kept the hits coming. All the while Grimmjow stood above, watching with two parts curiosity and one part anger; he was determined to ignore the one part that was anger. Arai's grin was stretched wider than he'd ever seen it before, but the look in his eyes were different. That glare was gone. Instead of the sad face and the angry eyes, he now wore an angry face and sad eyes, as if part of him did not truly wish to hurt his other half.
Grimmjow had to wonder if he hadn't kind of slept with his own kid. You know? Since he kind of is the orange headed kid…no, that would be too weird. They're nothing alike. Only in looks, and in barely in that respect. He watched Arai stomp his berry into the ground, hands in the hair and a high pitched cackle. The berry was done. Arai rose his sword above his head and brought it down, only to hit the palm of Grimmjow's hand.
"Enough, Arai. He's mine to kill."
Arai hissed, like a snake with its coils bunched and ready to strike.
"I have prior claim, Grimm. Ya can' have 'em."
Grimmjow gripped the blade of Arai's sword and used it to push him back. The look in those blue eyes was as serious as they ever got.
"He's mine. Step down, or we'll play, and it won't be a children's game."
The blue haired king could literally see the emotion fighting for dominance over Arai's face. Anger. Relief. Sorrow. Pride. Resignation. Finally he lowered his sword to his side.
"Fine." He sighed. His watery voice making it sound like a gurgle. "Take 'em."
Grimmjow gazed at Ichigo's crumpled body. Blood was leaking everywhere around him, a perfect puddle of crimson forming beneath his body. Grimmjow lowered himself to the ground to hover above his meal. His rough tongue slid out from behind pink lips to lick the thick trail of blood off of Ichigo's right cheek. His blue eyes took on a dark glow and his body shuddered in anticipation. Without hesitation, Grimmjow bared his sharp canines and sank them into the flesh of Ichigo's jugular vein. He began sucking out the berry's soul and spiritual pressure. The feeling was beyond euphoric, beyond the sweet withheld relief of sex. Imagine biting into your favorite fruit, but you're not just tasting the fruit. You're tasting everything that fruit means, everything its advertised to be. It's not just the tang of an orange, it's the orange grove. The soil the tree grew in, the sunshine, the rain, the wind. It's the hope that they would grow, the expectation that it would be the best, that it would be perfect. And even then, it doesn't come close to what Grimmjow was feeling as he sucked Ichigo dry. That is, until he was blinded by a dark red light and a burning heat in his blood like poison.

Ichigo could see a golden light. When he stepped into it, all the pain he'd felt before was gone.
"Ichigo…Ichigo…" A voice called out to him, from within the golden light. He knew that voice. "Did you know…the sun used to shine in the land of the dead. In the land of the wicked. In Hueco Mundo."
He knew that voice. It was the voice of his mother. Masaki Kurosaki.
"I believe you." he said. "You wouldn't lie to me."
"That boy…is closer than any brother you could have had…closer than any friend. He is not evil, only angry and confused…"
"And what about Grimmjow? How could there be no evil in him?"
"Hueco Mundo knew the son, as did he. The king desires sunlight, you shine brightly to him…he desires you."
Ichigo didn't know if he could blush in this strange place of golden light, but he definitely felt his face heat with embarrassment.
"I got that much."
A ghostly chuckle.
"He only tries to eat you…he only eats you now…because he wishes to be as close to you as he can get…even if it means your death. There is good in him…he does not know any other way…does not wish to learn…so you must make him learn…"
"What do you mean? I can't make him do anything!"
"You can! The diamond in your ear, it is the core of my soul, I have used it to bind the two of you together…if one dies, so does the other…your soul, your spirit will be like poison if he takes it into his body, so as he is killing you, he is killing himself…"

"AAAAHHHHH!" Grimmjow screamed towards the sky, eyes completely blue with crimson tears running down the golden skin of his cheeks. Arai stared in obvious awe as he recognized the soul that was now contaminating Grimmjow's body, creating an unbreakable bind. Choked, tearless sobs escaped Grimmjow's throat until he passed out next to the unconscious berry in exhaustion.
The King's Espada quickly came to his aide, as did the Soul Reapers for Ichigo and the comatose Renji. Yet just before the Soul Reapers could quite reach them, Nelliel grabbed Grimmjow, and incidentally, Ichigo and used the Sonido technique to Hueco Mundo. All of the Espada quickly followed, planning to open a portal later for the stronger of the Hollows. Because there was no doubt that the Soul Reapers would be trying to kill them all.

Something warm and soft tickled his nose, making him wrinkle it like a rabbit. A soft and steady, inhale and exhale of breath kept his own breathing steady and smooth. Warm weight leaned against his chest and sunlight reddened his eyelids. Wait. Sunlight?
Grimmjow opened his eyes very slowly, not really wanting to see what he thought was happening in his home, his realm. Pure, real, sunlight beamed down on him. He hated it so much, the light seemed to have an actual tangible weight with sharpened ends piercing into his skin everywhere it touched.
"You're just not used to it." A voice mumbled from in front of him. Grimmjow looked down to see orange hair and the whole healed body of his berry. The one who had caused this mess. How could he lay there so calm like nothing had happened? Like he hadn't ruined everything Grimmjow stood for, everything he was.
"Ichigo?" he growled lowly.
"Yes?" he answered calmly and carelessly.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Mah, Mah, Kitten." said the voice Grimmjow would never forget. "You can' do tha'. Kill 'em and ya die too."
"GIIIINNNNN!" Grimmjow roared while sitting up so he could strangle said fox face. "What are you doing here? I want a good answer, nothing else will do."
Arai stepped into his line of sight with a sheepish look on his white face. His white hair looking even more silver in the new risen sunlight.
" 'M da one who asked 'em here, Grimm…I sorta…we…"
Gin appeared once again, wide close lipped smile and closed eyes ever present on his face.
"We're in luv." he said cheerfully. Grimmjow instantly went into stern father mode.
"Is he or is he not the enemy?"
"Ya."
"Does he or does he not live by my sufferance?"
"Ya."
"Have you fucked?"
"…Ya?"
"Damnit, Arai! If I knew you were acting like a fuckin' idiot out there in the desert, I would have kept you at the palace and within my sight." He glared at Gin. "The two of you are not together. I won't have it. He's not just a soul reaper, but a traitor to his own kind."
Gin's smile became wider still, will a slit of blue appeared between his eyelids.
"He's not exactly a hollow now is he?"
Grimmjow stood stiff with fury, anger getting him on his own two feet and automatically pulling Ichigo with him.
"Come here and say that, you little shit!"
Arai instantly put on his pouty face, one he hadn't used since he was little so Grimmjow was still susceptible to it. At the sight of those wide watery yellow eyes, the pouting lips, the slow blinking of the eyes…Grimmjow couldn't help but sigh in temporary defeat.
"Later." he said. "There's always later. Why is he here anyway? Why is the berry here? Why is the sun here?"
"Well," Gin said. "It seems that Arai and Ichigo's mother used the core of 'er soul to bind the two of ya together. Ya can't kill him, if ya do, ya will die too. I know the how, not the why."
Ichigo moved so that he stood facing Grimmjow and looking into his eyes.
"She told me that Hueco Mundo wasn't always so dark and that you weren't either. This isn't the first time this desert has seen the sun, it's just been awhile." He pressed his hand against the blue haired mans chest and Grimmjow didn't really have the urge to move it, though his brain was telling him to smack it away hard enough to break fingers. "You obviously have some issues to deal with that you either aren't aware of or are just ignoring."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Does the word 'mate' mean anything to you?"
Grimmjow's entire body stiffened in a kind of stress he didn't know he could feel. His eyes glared into Arai's.
"Where's Nell?"

Grimmjow sighed deeply and heavily as he lay on his little sisters bed. Nell's scent was everywhere, but it wasn't enough, so he buried his face in her long green hair. She calmed him, her scent calmed him, her very existence soothed him beyond thought or pain.
"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked glumly.
"Grimm, from my understanding, you should be asking that very question but with the opposite tone of voice."
Grimmjow scowled.
"Oh, of course. Because he's my 'mate' or some -blank-. It's all I ever hear from you Espada. Can't you be on my side on this, Nell? I don't want a mate."
Nelliel shifted so she could lean over her big brother and look him straight in the eyes.
"Just give him a chance, Grimm. For me?"
Grimmjow rolled his world blue eyes and gave one more sigh.
"How many pouty faces am I going to see today?"
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