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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: Okay, first and foremost, everyone needs to read to the story Irana wrote for me because it is too hot for words and she is bloody brilliant! http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600098388 Go, read, tell Irana how wickedly wonderful she is.

Phael, I did post an angst warning. Ichigo will be okay though - okay, I am lying. He will be a mess, but he has people to pick up the pieces. And he and Kisuke need time.

AJS, we shall be seeing just who was involved in what happened and how much. Also, the guard will be fine - there is a reason Jyuushiro and Shunsui are glued to Grimm-chan.

Fake Memory, I will be getting to Rukia and Byakuya but there is a lot going on in this one evening.

Welcome back, Amcarche!

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Grimmjow stared at the door, annoyance stiffening his body and making him want to bite something. The kitten - his kitten - was locked behind that door and he couldn't go to him. The kidou barrier had come down, but the door was still locked, barred against entry and he was not inclined to test the kitten. The predator he had seen lurking in the kitten had been roused to fury this morning and it was everything Grimmjow had though it would be. It didn't make him any happier though.

"Relax, Grimm-chan," urged Shunsui, making him growl darkly at the two men flanking him. He didn't want to relax. He wanted his fucking kitten.

He pounded on the door, his growl growing deeper. "Open the fuckin' door, ya miserable brat!" he snarled, his voice drawing the eyes of every Shinigami in the corridor and even causing a few to peak out of their rooms to see what the noise was about. The bastards behind him just chuckled and shared a look behind his back, Grimmjow didn't see it, but he still knew they had done it.

That was another reason he wanted to talk to the kitten, maybe the human would be able to explain what the two Shinigami wanted from him, because frankly he had no idea and it was starting to annoy him. It almost seemed like Jyuushiro and Shunsui wanted to fuck him. They kissed him and petted him, but the touches went no further - and while Grimmjow liked to pretend otherwise, he knew that either one of them could have easily overcome him. Together they wouldn't have even had to struggle to take what they wanted from him.

The growl rose an octave in pitch, going almost from a rumble to a whine, as he remembered earlier and the bath. A soft, pale hand grazed his forearm in a soothing caress that did little to soothe and nothing to alleviate his confusion.

Where the fuck was the kitten? He was supposed to understand these lunatics. The door remained stubbornly closed however and Grimmjow felt his patience snap as another hand brushed his shoulder. He roared wordless rage and knocked the door in with a solid blow that nearly tore it from it's hinges. There was no human waiting to scold him on the other side and even his sharp ears couldn't detect any sounds from further in. He stormed into the bedroom to be sure and froze for a moment before erupting in fury.

His kitten was gone! Again.

Reiatsu exploded out of him in a mad rush and he flexed his fingers, wanting to rend, to tear, to utterly destroy whoever had dared to take what was his. He would kill whoever had taken his kitten and present the tattered hollow he had made of their soul to the kitten as a play toy.

Strong arms slide around him and reiatsu with the sun warmed scent of flower caressed his back, blunting his power. A seemingly frail body pressed against his front at the same time and cool reiatsu laced with the scent of salt and water and ozone slid against him. "Calm down, Grimm-chan," came Jyuushiro's soft voice through the haze of rage and fury.

"You need to calm down, Kitty. You can't help him like this,� murmured Shunsui, making him snarl in annoyance. He didn�t want to be calm, he wanted to kill. Reiatsu pulsed hot and sharp, the kitten�s twined with Kurosaki�s! Grimmjow shook loose his Shinigami keepers and was off like a flash following the source of the power.

He emerged into the cool night air of Karakura and looked around eagerly for Kisuke. The pale blonde hair was nowhere to be seen. The only thing he saw was Kurosaki curled in upon himself, black misery pouring off him. Grimmjow frowned and sniffed the air, a low growl rumbling in his chest as the scent of sex, Kurosaki and his kitten all mingled in his nose. �What the fuck did you do?� he demanded of the redhead angrily. The captain of the Fifth ignored him, too consumed with his despair to respond. Grimmjow growled and lifted the other man from where he was sitting. Tears streamed over the redhead�s cheeks in a slow steady stream and his brown eyes were sightless, focused on some tragedy that only he could see. �Where the hell is my kitten?�

�Gone.� The word was whisper soft and filled with anguish.

�WHAT?!?� roared Grimmjow, shaking the listless man.

�Grimm-chan,� warned Jyuushiro�s soft voice, but the Arrancar ignored him.

�WHERE IS MY KITTEN?!?� he erupted, slamming Kurosaki against the side of the building. His fist smashed into Ichigo�s face. �WHERE?� Another hit. Then another. And another.

A strong hand seized his wrist as he drew back to hit Kurosaki again and Grimmjow whirled on the captain of the Eighth, landing a punch to his chest that sent the other man stumbling back and set him free. The captain of the Thirteenth was at his lover�s side instantly and Grimmjow viciously kicked Kurosaki. There was a flash of something other than despair in the prone captain�s reiatsu but Grimmjow ignored it, focused wholly on finding out what the miserable son of a bitch had done to his kitten.

He closed on Ichigo and the other man looked up, gold and black eyes meeting his own icy blue. �The king ain�t here anymore. I am. And the next one costs you, ya sonofabitch,� hissed a malevolent voice. �Letting fucking Jeagerjaques beat us up, never gonna let him live this down. Goddamn lame ass.�

Grimmjow snarled as the other Hollow got to his feet and hissed angrily at him. They lunged at each other, blades crashing together almost faster than the eye could see. They broke apart, meet again, and broke once more. Wicked claws raked Kurosaki�s hip as a blade nicked Grimmjow�s chest. He growled at the other man, earning a sneering snarl in return.

�Grimmjow! Ichigo! That�s enough!� snapped a voice from the shouten. The Quincy. Neither Hollow even bother to look his way, their eyes stayed focus solely on each other as they both looked for a moment to strike.

Kurosaki moved first, darting left, and Grimmjow met him, hating the other man in a way he hadn�t in years. He had allowed Kurosaki to court the kitten because he was supposed to be able to make him happy and protect him - if he couldn�t do that right he didn�t deserve the blonde. And he certainly didn�t deserve to be part of Grimmjow�s pride.

Blades clashed and hands reached for both of them. Grimmjow hissed and snapped at the intruding appendages while the other Hollow swatted them away with a blast of reiatsu. He sneered at the other Hollow and parried, catching his shoulder and screaming in outrage as the other man�s blade sliced into his side.

�Get Ichigo! Shunsui and I will handle Grimmjow!� Jyuushiro�s voice. An instant later he and Kurosaki were ripped apart. Grimmjow roared first at the loss of his prey and then in outrage as two nearly overwhelming reiatsu washed over him. His knees gave way under the onslaught and the air grew too heavy to breathe. He sank to the ground, struggling helplessly against the other power, hating it, hating the bitter, impotent anger that rose up in him.

A few feet away Kurosaki was in the same position, only it was not reiatsu that held him down but Abarai Renji�s physical bulk and Ishida Uryuu standing over him with a Quincy arrow only centimeters from his skull.

Shunsui settled across his hips, drawing his hands behind his back and locking them into a hold, but the crushing pressure of the reiatsu eased and Grimmjow could breathe again. He growled softly and let his body relax, waiting for the moment when he could strike. �No one is going to hurt you, Grimm-chan, but no more fighting. Killing Ichigo will not bring Kisuke back,� scolded Jyuushiro kneeling beside him and gently touching his face, his hair, his back, anything that his fingers could reach. The Arrancar tensed under the touches, not quite understand what was going on. He had been forced down and was being held, but he was not being hurt.

As the soft touches turned into scratches and caresses Grimmjow felt himself relaxing almost against his will. His released form fell away and twin sighs of relieved pleasure came from above him. His eyes meet brown from across the yard, where a similar carefully controlled gentling was occurring with Kurosaki.

�If we let you both up, can you behave?� demanded Jyuushiro, sounding for all the world like a parent addressing a pair of naughty toddlers. Blue eyes met brown and they both made soft grumblings of affirmation. Grimmjow blinked as the hold on his hands was released and suddenly two pairs of hands were helping him to his feet and fussing over his injuries.

�Would someone like to explain the cause of this insanity? Because I don�t relish having to explain it to Hitsugaya,� snapped the Quincy from across the courtyard, all prim and proper and reminding Grimmjow of Ulquiorra. He still didn�t understand why the other Arrancar would want to spend so much time with a cold fish like the captain of the Sixth, but Ulquiorra was a priss anyway.

�He did something to the kitten!� snarled Grimmjow as Ichigo sagged against Renji, looking miserable and defeated.

�That is enough, Grimmjow!� scolded Shunsui, his voice brokering no argument. Grimmjow growled softly but wasn�t inclined to try and challenge the older Shinigami.

�We will handle Ichigo,� announced Ishida. �I suggest you deal with Jeagerjaques.�

�And Kisuke?� asked Jyuushiro.

�I�ll notify teams to start looking for him.�

�No,� whispered Ichigo, his voice whisper soft. �Give him a little time to calm down. I�I messed up with him.�

Grimmjow watched as Abarai drew the other man into a comforting hug, patting his back and murmuring soft words to him. He startled as warm arms slid around his waist, bringing a hard body against his back, and Kyouraku Shunsui hooked his chin over the Arrancar�s shoulder. The embrace was firm and comforting, unlike anything he had ever received before and he couldn�t help been lean back into it a little.

�Shhh�We�ll find your kitten, Grimm-chan,� murmured the Shinigami captain, giving him a gentle squeeze that almost made him believe the human.
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