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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7 - A Bad Way To Go
The more Grimmjow tried to avoid thinking about the Shinigami the more his thoughts were filled with images of the orange haired beauty that was his enemy. And that was because he was beautiful, mused Grimmjow, more so than any other man he had seen before, and many women for that matter. Or maybe it was merely his perception as he felt a physical attraction towards him. At least he was much prettier than that loser Szayel and that bitch Halibel who humiliated him when he tried hitting on her. The bitch considered herself superior because of the fucking number she had on her huge tits which actually looked so amazing and delicious that Grimmjow had always wanted to squeeze them, but that was until she acted like an absolute bitch and treated him like he was garbage. That time he swore to one day kill her with his own two hands.
What he wanted the most though was to get stronger than everyone else so that he would become King instead of that son of a bitch Aizen. There was no one in Hueco Mundo and probably the Human Realm combined with Soul Society that he hated more than he hated Aizen. And he was angry at himself for submitting to Aizen and also for his lack of strength which forced him to become Aizen's servant. That's what they all were to Aizen, servants, no, less than that, they were slaves, his toys, toys which he could easily break and not bat an eyelash while doing so. He truly loathed the man.
Still, said man knew he went to the Human Realm and said nothing. He either didn't care or he was testing Grimmjow, which, Grimmjow knew, was even worse because each time he was told something or someone expected a certain thing from him he was tempted to do the opposite, in this particular case go back to the Human Real, have more fun with the Shinigami and then see how Aizen would react to such blatant repeat of disregard towards his orders. He often got a twisted pleasure in pushing his enemies to their limits, Aizen being one of said enemies.
Speaking of limits, he had managed to push the Shinigami to his limit unexpectedly easy. He was a lot more fragile than he looked, but then again, from what he had heard, the boy was not a real Shinigami but actually a human, and a very young one at that. He also heard he acquired his powers not too long before their fight, that being one of the reasons he decided to go and test his powers before killing him. He was disappointed at how weak he seemed to be but on the other hand he had absolutely enjoyed fucking him, so his escapade, as Szayel called it, hadn't been a complete waste of time. There was also a small chance the kid might become stronger in time, strong enough to put up a better fight, if he was still alive that is.
The thing Grimmjow lacked the most was patience though, so he decided it was time to find out the answer to his question. Aizen could go fuck himself for all he cared.
He quickly opened a Garganta right into his own chamber and stepped inside. The best place to start searching for the Shinigami was the park in which he left him, so that's where he went.
As expected, once he got there he saw many traces of blood on the ground, but the guy was definitely not there, so he decided to focus and see if he could trace him. He wasn't in the mood for running into another Shinigami as his mind was solely on one with brown eyes and orange hair, so he kept his reiatsu to minimum. Finding him as fast as the last time was not possible though. It was as though he could feel a small amount of the Shinigami's reiatsu but it was so weak he couldn't pinpoint the exact location. At least he knew he was still alive. Last time he was badly injured, so he couldn't have gotten very far. He was about to get back into the air to begin his search when a terrified but trying to look brave Shinigami appeared in front of him. It was laughable really.
"If you leave now I'm gonna let you live," said Grimmjow trying hard not to laugh.
"I... I... can't! I am the Shinigami in charge of protecting this city and I will do everything in my power to stop you from going any further even if it means losing my life in the process!" finished the Shinigami in a surprisingly confident tone.
"I see... then before I kill you I want you to tell me where the Shinigami with orange hair is, as you must've been the one to save his worthless life."
"I don't know any Shinigami like that," answered the man.
He really didn't know. Now that he thought about it, there was a slight disturbance two days before and he could've sworn he felt this Hollow's reiatsu that particular night but since it quickly disappeared he stopped his pursuit and went back to his usual business. This time though he was patrolling near the park so he ended up finding the Hollow quite easily. He got into a battle stance ready to attack but Grimmjow, who was so much faster, was behind him in an instant. He felt a powerful hit to his back and before he knew it he was flying into a tree. When his chest hit it, he lost consciousness.
Now that was one weak ass Shinigami, thought Grimmjow, not even worth killing. Compared to this guy, his fuck toy was worlds apart when it came to strength and speed. He didn't lose consciousness no matter how much Grimmjow smashed him into the ground and he even managed to injure him. The wound on his chest was turning into a scar and it still hurt a little. Trash or not, his toy was better than most Shinigamis. Somehow the thought brought a twisted smile to his face.
The further he got from the park the closer he was to finding the Shinigami, and it didn't take him long to find him as it appeared he was in a building near the park. Since he was so close he could feel exactly the place where the reiatsu was coming from, a room at the second floor. He stopped in front of the opened window and looked inside. Since he didn't move an inch with Grimmjow so close to him, it appeared the Shinigami was sleeping. He picked up a chair from the room and sat next to the bed, intent on staring at his sleeping form until he woke up by myself. The question was how long would it take for him to open his eyes. Grimmjow was a little annoyed at the Shinigami for not sensing him and also for being able to sleep so peacefully after he went to all the trouble, well, not really trouble since he enjoyed it, but since he put him through so much in order to instill fear into his very soul. Maybe he still didn't fear him enough and the 6th Espada decided to fix that once and for all, or perhaps kill him. He wasn't really sure of anything besides wanting to fuck him. Maybe fuck him to death? That sounded really nice at that moment.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the Shinigami suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him. Perhaps he wasn't that much of an idiot as he thought he was and was still able to sense the impending pain he was going to suffer.
They both stared at each other, Grimmjow's wide grin almost splitting his face in two and Ichigo so scared he almost forgot he was supposed to breath. There was no way the Espada was right in front of him, was there? He was dreaming, yes, that had to be it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but then he heard Grimmjow laugh and at that second he knew he wasn't dreaming. That disgusting laugh which made his skin crawl was Grimmjow's, the real Grimmjow, and not some nightmare. He was too afraid to even open his eyes again. Why was the bastard there? Actually he knew why, it was one of two possibilities and he didn't like either of them. And where was Ishida?
He suddenly opened his eyes to look around the room, he was horrified at the thought of Ishida lying dead on the room's floor, but luckily he wasn't anywhere in sight. It was then when Ichigo remembered Ishida saying something about going back home for a bit. At that moment he didn't know if he hated Ishida for leaving him alone or if he was grateful he left. If he hadn't then he'd be dead for sure, probably ripped to pieces by the beast staring intently at him.
He hated Grimmjow, truly and absolutely hated him, and his fear was so great he couldn't even move. He was frozen on the spot, unable to get up and at least try to recover his zanpakuto which was still stuck into the wall. Maybe it was because Grimmjow looked like a predator ready to pounce on its prey the moment it, or more specifically, him, made a move. Ichigo could even see him flexing his fingers like he was ready to attack at any second. It was extremely scary. He sounded brave earlier when he was talking to Ishida but all the courage he had felt earlier that day while crying in Ishida's arms was utterly gone.
He turned his head slowly towards his zanpakuto, and so did Grimmjow, wanting to see where the Shinigami was looking. There was no way he was going to even let him go as far as touching that overgrown zanpakuto. Those beautiful brown eyes switched back to him, full of fear, hate and was that a pleading look too? The Shinigami was the first to open his mouth and speak.
"I..." he swallowed the lump in his throat and continued in a shaky voice "want... at least... a chance to fight back."
"If you're not strong enough to get past me and reach your zanpakuto then you don't deserve a chance at anything," said Grimmjow, that face-splitting grin still present.
Ichigo mentally cursed. The asshole had no intention of fighting him fairly and unfortunately for him he knew he didn't stand a chance in getting past Grimmjow. At least it didn't look like he had any intention of using the collar. He had no choice but to try and fight though. His eyes turned towards his zanpakuto again, longing to hold it in his hands. It always made him feel stronger and at that moment he swore to himself that if he survived the encounter he would never again let go of Zangetsu like he had done before during a fight. It appeared as though Grimmjow wasn't going to make a move before him. He hated to play the bastard's game but he was stuck in a corner with no way out. His injured body hurt and those broken ribs poking at his lungs were definitely a serious issue, but he had to ignore the pain if he wanted to at least get out of there alive. His ass' future looked grim though and it almost made him sick enough to throw up.
In a fraction of a second he moved the blanket and threw it towards Grimmjow, hoping to slow him down but it wasn't enough as said man grabbed his wrist so hard the bone broke to pieces under the strain and then he was swung around and thrown face first into the opposite wall. There was a sick noise of bones cracking and at that moment Ichigo knew that at least another rib broke at the contact and that the already broken ones surely punctured his lungs. His head was also bleeding which meant there was a cut there, or worse since he was feeling dizzy and his head ached so badly he thought he was going to faint. He was also starting to find it very hard to breath, much harder than a few moments before.
Grimmjow was on him before he even had a chance to collapse. Those merciless hands grabbed him and turned him around, then pushed him hard into the wall. Ichigo couldn't contain a scream as the Espada pushed an arm into his rib cage. He coughed blood, some of it hitting Grimmjow's face, especially his lips. To Ichigo's horror, instead of being disgusted by it, Grimmjow licked the blood, eyes almost turning in his head at tasting it.
It made Grimmjow crave for more, much more, and the means to get it were right in front of his very eyes. His lips were on Ichigo's before he even knew what he was doing and when the Shinigami tried to get away from the kiss he grabbed his jaw and continued to brutally assault his mouth, his sharp teeth causing even more blood to be spilt each time they grazed the Shinigami's lips.
Ichigo was so disgusted and horrified that he didn't even have the strength to fight back anymore. If only Grimmjow would push harder into his chest then maybe he'd die. Dying was starting to sound sweeter which each passing second as his mouth was being plundered by the Espada. Perhaps he might even end up dying from lack of oxygen as the accursed Espada didn't even let him breath. It didn't happen though because not too long after those thoughts crossed Ichigo's mind, Grimmjow broke the kiss. He couldn't really do much to escape with his still working arm trapped above his head, his enemy's elbow pinning him to the wall and an absolutely shattered left wrist. He figured his left shoulder wasn't doing too great either since he couldn't move it which meant it was probably dislocated.
The hand on his jaw forced him to look into blue eyes which were filled with malice and the desire to hurt him, to damage him beyond repair. Should he even bother attempting to escape a second time? If he was to die at that very second he'd welcome it but after seeing how worried Ishida had been he wasn't sure he could do that to the people who loved him and cared about him. Even if he managed to find peace in death, all of his friends and especially his family would suffer greatly. He could almost imagine Yuzu and Karin crying their hearts out in front of his grave and it brought tears to his eyes.
He wished someone would come and save him from Grimmjow because he felt powerless, useless and it was entirely his fault the Espada got another opportunity at beating the shit out of him and most likely at raping him again. If only he had listened to Ishida and asked for his friends' help... the blame was all on him, and he was going to pay for his monumental stupidity.
Grimmjow absolutely enjoyed seeing the Shinigami's eyes filled with unshed tears, trying hard to stop them from falling. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine kissing the Shinigami but after he tasted the blood he simply could not help himself. From what he could tell his victim didn't get any of his injuries healed so no wonder he was so weak. If he was going to be honest with himself he was surprised the guy was not dead yet. He liked to see him injured though, because he looked like a broken toy and he wanted to continue breaking it into tiny pieces until there was nothing left of the once overly confident and proud Shinigami. He was going to teach him that he, Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez was never going to be defeated by the likes of him.
He moved closer to his neck, wanting to sink his fangs into the soft skin but as he inhaled the Shinigami's scent he froze. He smelled so much like another and Grimmjow couldn't help but wonder who dared to touch him so much that he left his scent behind. Anger started boiling inside of him, he wanted to find that person and kill it, or more specifically him, because it was definitely a guy. Kill him in the slowest and most painful of ways. He drew back and looked into the eyes of the one who finally ended up crying. He licked one of the salty tears falling from his eyes and Ichigo shuddered against him. The Espada was absolutely furious.
"How dare you let someone else touch you, you damn bitch?! I can smell him all over you so don't try to deny it! You're MY fuck toy, mine alone, and your ass belongs to me! Tell me who the fuck he is, NOW!" roared Grimmjow and smashed the hand he was using to keep Ichigo's head in place not more than a second before, right into the wall.
The fist flew so close to his head that Ichigo was sure it was going to hit him instead of the wall.
"I asked you a question!" yelled the Espada and grabbed Ichigo's jaw again, making sure to cause the Shinigami as much pain as possible by pressing his elbow into what appeared to be broken ribs.
Ichigo coughed more blood. The guy was fucking insane! Just because he liked fucking guys it didn't mean everyone else did. More than that, before he raped him he was a virgin for crying out loud. He couldn't help but think there no chance of fighting back. He was too injured... and begging was pointless, so what else was there? And then it dawned on Ichigo... what if... he tried running away? What if he ran as fast as he could in any random direction and as far away from Grimmjow as possible? Run until he couldn't run anymore. Then again, he couldn't even get to his zanpakuto, so how could he ever manage to make more than a few steps before Grimmjow caught up to him? He decided to risk it. Even if his attempt to escape failed and he'd somehow manage to stay alive, he'd comfort himself by repeating in his mind over and over again that he did everything he could've possible done to escape. However, first he had to answer Grimmjow's incredibly stupid question before the fist returned and aimed for his head instead of the wall.
"It's not like that! He... he... comforted me. You raped me you fucking bastard! I was depressed and close to losing it and he was there for me. He's my good friend so don't you dare touch him! EVER! Just because you enjoyed fucking me it doesn't mean I enjoyed it! I don't like men and I don't like you! I'm not like you! I've... never done this before... and you... how could you do this to me? I hate you! I fucking hate you! I hate you so much I want to torture you slowly until you beg for mercy, and then torture you some more!" spat Ichigo at the Espada but yelling was very hard as getting air into his lungs was proving to be more difficult with each passing second.
Grimmjow was taken aback by the Shinigami's words, mostly because he was right. He was being irrational in his thinking as he himself only felt attraction towards the orange haired Shinigami.
His distraction was the perfect opportunity for Ichigo to try and escape though, as Grimmjow wasn't holding him so tightly against the wall. He gathered all the strength his poor injured body could muster, wretched himself from Grimmjow's arms and shunpo-ed towards the window as fast as he could, probably even faster than when he was at full strength. Fear had such a funny way of making someone stronger... he didn't even care he was running away like a coward. He simply did not care about anything as his mind was filled with only the powerful desire to escape.
He was close to the window, so close, he even managed to step onto the window's frame, the step was soon followed by another step towards outside but just then he felt a hand grabbing his ankle and yanking him back so fast he didn't even have time to protect himself in any way before his chest hit the window's frame. The air was knocked out of him at the impact and no matter how much he struggled he couldn't breath at all until Grimmjow grabbed him by his neck and raised his body off the window's frame.
Even then it was close to impossible to breath and at that moment he knew he was going to die and he felt horrible. The Espada was going to fuck him while he was drowning in his own blood and then Ishida and probably some more of his friends would find him lying on the floor, or on the window's frame, as nothing more than a beaten and raped corpse.
Grimmjow pulled the Shinigami's back towards him, his arm across the injured chest trying to feel how bad was the damage to the ribs. It didn't take him long to figure out the Shinigami wasn't going to survive the night. He rubbed his cheek in the orange hair which was covered in blood. Still... so... soft, thought Grimmjow, he really loved his enemy's soft orange hair.
He was going to miss his toy, a lot, but he also wanted the Shinigami dead and it seemed his second wish was going to be granted very soon. But first...
He yanked his toy's still functional arm behind his back in order to make sure said toy wouldn't struggle too much and die before he was finished with him, then he bent him back over the window's frame and spread his legs. Judging by the amount of blood running down his thighs it was obvious the Shinigami was still bleeding from the wounds he inflicted during their last encounter. He actually liked it because it would make entering him much easier than the first time.
The Shinigami was whimpering, probably beginning to understand what was about to happen, but Grimmjow didn't care though. He immediately pulled his hakama down enough to free his erection and pressed his body to the Shinigami's, wanting to make him feel how hard he was. It was almost painful and he couldn't wait to sink into the Shinigami's tight hole, but just as he was about to plunge his dick into the tempting ass the Shinigami spoke.
"Wait... please," said Ichigo with a strained voice when he remembered what Ishida had said, stopping to cough some more blood, "I'm sorry."
Grimmjow was surprised, to say the least.
"What are you sorry for?"
"For thinking I was stronger!" yelled Ichigo all at once then continued with his coughing until he could speak again. "I am weak, you are strong... I get it now, so please, PLEASE don't humiliate me any further. At that point Ichigo stopped again as the sharp pieces of bone which perforated his lungs went deeper inside due to him straining to speak. "You... don't have to do this, please..." and that was all Ichigo could say because the next moment he broke into a fit of coughing. He was chocking, drowning and each movement he involuntarily made further caused more damage and in consequence more pain.
Grimmjow stared for a second at the body beneath him which kept arching ever so often in pain.
"At least you were able to figure out the error you made in assuming you could ever beat me," said Grimmjow and in one swift move plunged his dick into the Shinigami's ass.
Ichigo gasped at the all too familiar sharp pain. His eyes filled with tears once more as Grimmjow started pounding into him as the first time he had raped him, a fast, hard, and merciless pace. A part of him wanted to die while another wanted to live, but what he wanted the most besides escaping, which was not possible, was to at least faint or, like in the past, when he was close to dying, escape into his inner world, even if that meant appearing so pathetic before the old man Zangetsu.
How was it he managed to do it anyway? He wished he knew because he really wanted to escape in order to not feel the horrible things being done to his body. He couldn't even open his eyes anymore as he was in too much pain. And then, in that darkness, for what seemed to be less than a fraction of a second, he saw something white getting past him. It was as if time had stopped, everything around him froze and all of his senses were lost.
It was his Hollow, but he didn't know that.
Since the collar was removed from Ichigo's neck the Hollow had been trying to get back the power he once had over Ichigo but it proved to be a lot more difficult than he ever imagined. The collar pushed him so far inside Ichigo's soul that even after he managed to get past Ichigo and was on his way towards taking over he knew it wasn't going to be for more that a few seconds. The only reason he even managed to do it was because Ichigo was sinking further and further into himself, abandoning all defenses he had around his very soul. The second he saw Ichigo in the distance he started feeling sick. It was true he hated Ichigo but Ichigo was the reason he existed in the first place, and if there was someone who was going to make him suffer, that someone should've been him. It wasn't just about Ichigo being so close to death anymore, it was about his soul being destroyed and in consequence, him being destroyed as he was a part of said soul.
Unfortunately for the Hollow he never expected to find himself into the situation of being fucked by someone after finally being able to get out. Because his control over Ichigo was extremely weak he felt every injury the body suffered and it made him dizzy. The indignation he felt at being treated like a whore made him gain some strength, enough to almost push Grimmjow off. The horrible situation finally dawned on him when Grimmjow, who was annoyed at the Shinigami's renewed struggles twisted his arm so much it broke with a loud noise, making even the Hollow scream in pain.
He was so weak he couldn't even stop what the Espada was doing to Ichigo's body. He felt relief when he finally lost the little control he had and fell fast into what seemed to be an abyss into Ichigo's soul. At that moment he swore to make Ichigo's body his and to take revenge on the other Hollow for the humiliation he was forced to endure.
The memory of feeling that other Hollow plunging into him made him release an animalistic scream which was so loud it even brought Ichigo back to his senses, something the poor Shinigami didn't want.
All Ichigo could do was to wait for either death to take him or for Grimmjow to finish what he was doing, whichever came first. He was really starting to miss the days when him and Chad were nothing more than two ordinary guys, as ordinary as one with orange hair and a giant could be, when they were fighting other normal people and not these twisted and incredibly strong beings. He even remembered the day when him and Chad promised to have each other's backs, it was a great day, one he would always remember with fondness, but at that time neither of them knew the horrors of the world, or better said worlds, around them.
Ichigo was so far gone he only realized Grimmjow was done abusing him when he was picked up and carried to the bed. He wanted to jump, to escape, to scratch, bite, anything as long as he'd get away from the Espada but he couldn't even move a finger anymore. All he could do was direct his hateful gaze towards Grimmjow, who sat on the bed with Ichigo in his arms. Even the little defiance he wanted to show was difficult to achieve as keeping his eyes opened was an extremely hard to accomplish task. Grimmjow's behavior confused Ichigo to no end. He wanted to know why was the Espada acting that way? Why was he holding him so gently in his arms? It only made him feel even more sick than he already was.
"Why?", managed to ask Ichigo after a while and with a lot of effort.
"I want to enjoy seeing you fade away", answered Grimmjow as easily as if he was talking about the weather.
After hearing the Espada's answer Ichigo felt even more bitter for being fated to such a disgusting death. Like most people, he wanted to die of old age, and if that wasn't possible, to at least die in battle, because that way he'd keep his honor, but dying in the arms of his enemy who was enjoying seeing his last moments after stripping him away of any pride he ever had? It was an ugly way to die.
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