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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ichigo washed himself quickly from the bin of warm water, and then gratefully sank into the black tub of steaming hot water. Some part of him couldn't really believe that any of this was real. His long lost and forgotten other half, a visit from his mother, and an unbreakable binding to whom he'd recently come to consider as a monster. Yet, he had complete faith in his mother's words. Grimmjow had been eating him. It hurt to think of it, even when he took into account what Grimmjow was. Ichigo had liked him, been amazed and enthralled by him. The orange head had thought that maybe the blue monster had felt slightly the same.
But no, all that idiot had felt was joy that his meal was also attractive and willing to fuck him. Too bad there were no cigarettes here. Ichigo sighed and leaned back in the tub, staring blankly at the silver walls and ceiling. His assigned rooms were decorated in night colors, the outside halls shimmered and glimmered like silvery smoke. Nothing in this place gave the idea that Grimmjow was craving any sunlight or warmth. Unless it was the warmth of a quivering body underneath him. Ichigo scowled all the deeper at that thought. How was he supposed to teach him about the sun? How could he teach him anything?
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In the throne room, Grimmjow brooded. He wasn't sitting on his throne, but lying on an elevated cot hanging by four thick chains from the ceiling. He loathed the newest fuck over his life had thrown him. Grimmjow fuckin' Jaegerjaques didn't do shit he didn't want to do, and it pissed him off that the soul of some measly human had forced him into a binding. Sure, he could like the kid enough, if he hadn't gone and become a fucking Soul Reaper. Grimmjow wasn't beyond letting someone live, and he would've done it, but now that he was stuck with the berry, he didn't feel inclined to. Except he couldn't fuckin' kill him unless he wanted to die himself.
This shit was causing him to have to think deeply, and the only thing he enjoyed thinking deeply about was fighting and fucking; which got him into his current situation. So, he couldn't kill the kid, that didn't mean he had to live with him or even see him again. But those damn Soul Reapers, they'd probably kill the boy just to get to him and his Espada. They weren't above sacrificing someone for what they thought was the greater good. He sighed and tugged at the end of his braid. How long would this damn binding last? Forever? No, he wouldn't be able to stand looking at those eyes for eternity. The boy had the upper hand now and probably wouldn't lay down for him again. The thought almost made him angry. And now, to top it off, Arai and fucking Gin were going to be staying in Los Noches. Arai wouldn't stay unless the fox could stay, and Grimmjow wanted Arai to stay. So he'd fucked his own self with that one.
And then he smelled it.
Melting dark chocolate, intense heat, blood, and crushed berries. Grimmjow leaned his head over the edge of his cot to look down. Ichigo stood there wearing a hakama like Grimmjow's but black with an orange obi, and the hakama was attached to a tight black sleeveless shirt. A hole was positioned over each smooth and defined hip, a medium sized one was over the center of his body, and a small hole was above and below the middle hole, giving tantalizing glimpses of amber skin. That cursed jewel was still pulsing red in his ear. Pouty lips were scowling and chocolate eyes glared.
"We might as well get this over with, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow sat up, but didn't jump down.
"So, it's Grimmjow now? Not monster?"
Ichigo's hands clenched. He didn't want to argue, just sit down and talk this over.
"Get down here." he said tightly. "So we can talk."
The blue haired king certainly wasn't going to get down now, but Nell had asked him to make an effort. Submissives liked cuddly things, maybe the boy would like his kittens.
"You like animals, berry?" he asked while letting himself fall to the floor, landing on his feet, as always.
Ichigo seemed startled and took half a step back.
"What do animals have to do with anything?"
Grimmjow smirked and stepped closer to the boy.
"Wanna see my kittens?"
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Grimmjow's kittens were tall enough on all four paws to nearly reach his shoulder. There were four of them and six cubs, and Ichigo was glad that they were behind a gate, no matter how flimsy that gate looked.
"Wanna go inside?"
Ichigo glared at the blue haired idiot in answer. Grimmjow shrugged and smirked in return. One of the cats caught sight of them and ran towards Grimmjow, nearly causing Ichigo to have a heart attack. It's red eyes glowed bright as Grimmjow rubbed the top of it's head made of bone with the palm of his hand. A loud purr shook the sand and Grimmjow grinned.
"I used to be one of them." He said. "A long time ago, that's how I started out."
"Did you have parents?" Ichigo gathered the courage to reach out and touch the cats nose. It growled a bit, but didn't bite.
"I keep them well fed, berry, no worries." He then shook his head. "I don't remember any parents, just blood and sand." He slapped the cat affectionately on the head. "Hollow's in a form like this are called Adjuchas. I keep them as a reminder."
Ichigo glanced at Grimmjow, still rubbing the Adjuchas' nose. Those blue eyes held a far away, almost solemn look.
"A reminder of what?"
Grimmjow turned to look at him, and Ichigo knew he wasn't going to get an answer.
"Tell me about the binding, berry."
Ichigo stopped rubbing the cat and both hands gripped the gate.
"You've been here a long time, in fact you said that you're this places soul. Did the sun ever shine here?"
Grimmjow thought a moment, an almost non existent wind ruffling his blue locks and sifting up little sand clouds. He was thinking about cutting it soon.
"I remember…but it's more like only a few grains of sand remember the heat of the sun and they're scattered over the entire length of Hueco Mundo. I'd have to delve deeper into memory for how long it was here or when it left." He glared at the now present and annoying sun. "Why?"
"My mother said that you longed for the sun again, but from your reaction earlier, it seems that you don't like it."
"It doesn't fit me." Grimmjow replied. "It's too bright and happy, I'm neither of those things. Nell and Arai have a bit of the sun in them, I think."
Ichigo couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the blue haired Espada's unintentional confession that the two people closest to him reminded him a bit of the sun.
"You must have been once. You're Hueco Mundo's soul, you hold it together. I think it is affected by your moods."
Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, really looked at him. Beyond the humanity and submission, then he quickly looked away.
"What's so damn great about the sun anyway? I was fine with the way things were. I wish I'd never fucked you at all. I should have just run you through with Pantera and been done with it." He glared at Ichigo. "I don't need a mate and I don't want one."
Each word was a bullet in Ichigo's chest. His throat clogged up, his eyes watered and face heated. Grimmjow had been his first and he couldn't help but feel an attachment to him. He wasn't going to cry though, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Tell me you hate me and mean it." He whispered. "Tell me and make it true, then I'll leave and most likely the sun and everything bright in this place will go with me."
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Grimmjow was shaking. Small little tremors rolling through his body. Why did he feel this much, this strongly at the thought of cutting all ties with the boy permanently? All of this shit was moving too fast, blurring around the edges of his vision, like he was running with his eyes half way closed. He'd truly looked in the boy's eyes and he hated it. Hated that he could feel even the slightest bit of respect for him. The berry's life had been fucked just as royally as Grimmjow's, yet there he stood, ready to work through it without hesitation. He was determined to find a solution and all Grimmjow could do was think about how much he hated him, loathed him. Wanted him.
Part of him just kept thinking that maybe it wouldn't hurt to have something of his own, something that belonged completely and utterly to him alone. He even kind of liked the idea, but at what cost? What would he have to sacrifice for that? He'd had to kill his own followers and his own kind to get where he was now, what would keeping the berry take away from him? He couldn't take the risk, because everything he had, he wasn't willing to fucking lose. That's why he kept his unique pets. To remind him of that.
'The Adjuchas growled when Ichigo touched him, but he allowed it in the end. He even enjoyed it.' Whispered a woman's voice in his head that reminded him of honey and flowers. 'Look at him. Is he not still Alpha of his group?'
Grimmjow looked, and there he was. The biggest and strongest sitting stoically in the middle of the sand, tail wagging slightly as cubs and cats played around him, all of them obeying if he growled when one of them strayed too far.
'Why must everything be a sacrifice?'
He knew who she was now. Who she had to be. He tasted the traces of her soul in his blood and knew the truth of her death.
'And didn't you sacrifice yourself, woman?'
'That wasn't so much a sacrifice as a decision. A sacrifice is when you give up something that you don't really want to, or else it means nothing. I had no compunctions about giving my life for my son. What do you think you'll have to give up?'
'My throne.'
'Do you love it so much.' A gentle laugh. 'You loathe to sit in it. It is true that cat's love high places.'
Grimmjow growled deep in his chest so that Ichigo wouldn't hear.
'Of course I hate it, but I need it to protect and strengthen my Espada and Arai. I need it to look after the Hollows.'
'Would you let your sister die? Your son?'
'Fuck you.' Grimmjow growled in his head. 'You know I wouldn't.'
'So what makes you think that you'll let Ichigo die? It's not your throne you're afraid of losing, it's Ichigo.'
'No. Shut the fuck up.'
'If you kept Ichigo as yours, he'd be the only thing that you could lose because of it. He wouldn't always be under your watchful eye and soul reapers will want him, dead or alive.'
Grimmjow said and thought nothing, fists clenching while Ichigo wondered how long Grimmjow was going to stare into space. Did he really need to think that hard?
'You only push him away,' Masaki continued. 'Because you are afraid for his safety and you think his chances will be worse if he's connected to you. You marked him, held him gently as he slept, you can't deny these things no matter how hard you try.'
Grimmjow took a deep and tortured breath, eyes wide and slightly terrified. He couldn't run or hide from it anymore.
'You have a decision to make, Grimmjow.' Masaki said sternly as Grimmjow met Ichigo's burning brown gaze. 'Will you be a coward or a King?'
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