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The Fairy Prince	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 8: THE TRUTH
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Onwards...
XOXOXO
Aizen was seated comfortably on his over-sized, white throne, his right elbow lounging on the arm of it and his hand cupping his face as he stared down at his dark-haired general. Ulquiorra was lowered to one knee with his right arm brought across his chest, the hand closed into a fist and his left arm pulled behind his back. The true picture of servitude.
"Aizen, sir, you called for me," he stated, voice a monotone drawl.
Aizen smirked and nodded slightly, "I did. I require your presence when I leave for the other dimension to search for the Elorian prince. You and Tousen will accompany me, as well as the sorcerer creating La Garganta for me. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Aizen, sir."
"Good. You may go," he stated with a careless wave of his left hand.
Ulquiorra abruptly rose and with one last bow, swept from the throne room of Las Noches. Aizen sighed as he observed several of his servants moving about the large, stark-white room. He was bored and quickly growing restless and impatient, eager to begin his search for the blue-haired fairy prince. The sooner he began, the sooner he would have him by his side.
Leaning back in his throne, he steepled his fingers before his face, a small smile creasing the bottom half of his features. Grimmjow would make a fine addition to his collection of those that served him, as far as pleasure went. The thought led him to one of his former pets, making his brow twitch in annoyance. He would get his hands on the silver-haired fairy, Gin, and tear him apart with his bare hands for that spell he had so graciously bestowed upon his arms.
Unable to sit still a moment longer, Aizen rose from his throne and strode down the stairs, his sudden movement making his servants scurry away in fear. He grinned. As they should. He knew he was now the most powerful being in existence and the feeling was more intoxicating than any wine. He threw his shoulders back and marched to the huge, double doors that swung open as he neared them, they too recognizing his power and bowing before it.
A short walk through the pristine white corridors of his palace and he'd reached the room he'd assigned the pink-haired sorcerer. He pushed it open without knocking or announcing himself and stepped inside, his upper lip threatening to curl back in distaste as he took in his surroundings. Large, clear jars were littered about the room, containing bits and pieces of different specimens and the smell emanating from who-knew-where was foul enough to singe the hairs in his nose.
He paused at the door, silently observing the sorcerer, who hadn't made a move to acknowledge his presence and was currently stooped over a wide, iron cauldron, inspecting its contents. Aizen cleared his throat and shifted his weight to his left foot. He didn't like the aura coming from this room, but he was curious as to what the sorcerer was doing. Finally, the pink-haired man glanced over in his direction and grinned saucily.
"Aizen, sir. How may I be of service?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
He had a mind to kill the annoying man, but he still needed La Garganta, so he reined in his urge, "How soon can I expect La Garganta to be completed?"
Szayel (he'd only just remembered the man's name) straightened to his full height and stroked his chin, his honey-colored eyes turning up towards the high ceiling, "I would say five more days, but there is a way to speed the process along," he stated coyly, those calculating eyes lowering to meet his own once more.
He felt a surge of anger before he distinguished it and forced himself to be calm, "Why was I not informed of this sooner?"
"I apologize, Aizen, sir," Szayel answered with a low bow. He didn't seem remorseful in the slightest.
"What is this process you speak of?" Aizen asked, inwardly counting the days before the pink-haired sorcerer's usefulness was through.
"If I can study the location of the last La Garganta, I may be able to use leftover traces of reiatsu to track where they emerged in the other dimension," Szayel responded, bending at the waist again to study the inside of his cauldron, now making a disgusting gloppy sound.
Aizen nodded, then held up a hand, "If you're able to do this, to which degree does the time frame shorten?"
"I would have La Garganta done within two days."
Aizen smiled for the first time since entering the sorcerer's room, "That is indeed wonderful news, Szayel. I will have Tousen direct you to the location you desire," he stated with finality.
Szayel bowed, "Yes, Aizen, sir."
He turned and quickly left the smelly room, trying not to let his displeasure show on his face. Once he was again traveling through the corridors of his palace, a cold grin graced his features.
Two more days, dear blue-haired prince...
XOXOXO
Grimmjow rolled onto his side and grinned, when upon opening his eyes, he was face-to-face with a still slumbering Ichigo. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the shorter man's nose, making it wrinkle before the red head sighed and smirked in his sleep. Grimmjow felt like he was filled to the brim with cotton balls and clouds as he studied Ichigo.
He was glad that Ichigo had finally stopped denying that he was attracted to him. He was even more glad that Ichigo had taught him how to kiss. What had first turned out to be a mortifying situation, quickly morphed into a smoldering predicament. He had never been that aroused in his life and just thinking of the way Ichigo felt, smelled, tasted, the way the younger man's tongue had twirled with and caressed his own was enough to have him stupid and excited all over again.
If only he'd known what to do after kissing Ichigo, he would have done it. He was pretty sure that that kind of kissing led to sex and if not, it should be a crime. There was no way something so completely erotic and thoroughly arousing didn't lead to intercourse. Grimmjow sighed in frustration. He hated being a virgin so much. Then again, if Ichigo was willing to show him the ropes, then being a virgin wasn't such a horrendous thing.
Grinning, he extricated himself from Ichigo's arms and headed for the bathroom.
He really had to pee.
He left the bedroom and was stopped in his tracks, upon seeing the silver-haired fairy that had assisted himself, Nnoitra and Neliel in the escape from their world. He glanced around the room, noting the presence of Kisuke, Neliel, Nnoitra, and the blond human, Shinji.
What the hell was going on? And why was the silver-haired fairy there?
"Your Highness," the silver-haired fairy stated before dipping into a low bow.
Grimmjow scowled slightly, but nodded his acknowledgment. "Ah, Grimmjow, you're here after all. This is my nephew, Gin Ichimaru. He's told me that he-"
"Helped us escape Eloria," Grimmjow interrupted Kisuke. "Yes, I remember him. What's he doing here?" Deciding to address Gin himself, he turned back to the silver-haired fairy, "Why are you here?"
Gin's slanted eyes slitted open a bit, revealing scarlet-hued irises, "Aizen and his second in command were getting too close to finding me, so I had to come here. I also have much to discuss with my uncle," he finished with a stern glance in Kisuke's direction.
Kisuke smiled benignly, but Grimmjow had come to recognize that smile as the older fairy's calm before the storm expression. Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair and edged towards the couch where Neliel and Nnoitra were seated. He supposed now was a good time to get some answers out of Kisuke and his nephew, Gin.
"Why were my people attacked? And who is this Aizen person?" he asked, disgruntled and annoyed.
Kisuke beat Gin to the punch in answering his question, "Sosuke Aizen is a Roande fairy who believes that he is the last of his clan. He was young during the time of The Great Betrayal and truly believed that your father, Roderic Jaegerjaques, had his entire clan wiped out because of some absurd rumor. He was on a mission to avenge his clan."
"H-how do you know that?" Gin asked, his demeanor extremely uncomfortable and surprised.
Kisuke glanced at him and freed his paper fan from the left sleeve of his olive green tunic. He snapped it open and waved it in front of his face a few times before answering, "There are many things that I know," he stated mysteriously and Grimmjow felt a growl rumble past his lips before he had a chance to stifle it. With Kisuke being so close-mouthed, there was no way he would find out what the hell was going on in his homeland.
"So, you knew of Aizen before I told you about him?" Gin continued to question. It was a good question. One that Grimmjow would like to hear the answer to, as well.
Kisuke nodded and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as he turned his dark gaze in Grimmjow's direction, "I'm sure you're wondering why I, a fairy, am living in this dimension, yes?" he started and Grimmjow nodded. "I was sent by my brother-in-law, your father, Gin. Touran gave me a certain task to uphold and that is why I have been here. Not to do research, although this dimension holds many wonders that our world has yet to discover."
"What was your task?" Grimmjow and Gin asked simultaneously.
Kisuke gave a small grin, "I have been in communication with our world, ever since my arrival in this one. I have also been keeping up with the royal family of Eieren, of course," he answered as if it were obvious.
Grimmjow, on the other hand, nearly fell off the couch in shock. What did Kisuke mean? The clan of Eieren had been destroyed years ago; it was impossible for the royal family to still be in existence. The last he'd heard, there had been NO survivors. The same with Roande, but now, supposedly, this Aizen was a Roande fairy. Too much information had been dished out and he was having a hard time digesting it all. Nnoitra and Neliel both jumped to their feet in absolute astonishment, staring at Kisuke with mouths wide open and eyes comically wide. They were too stunned to form words, but Gin had no problems in that area.
"You mean, you know who the Eieren royal family is? And who have you been communicating with?" he breathed, gaze fixated on his uncle's face.
"You already know the answer to that. Jyuushiro Ukitake was and still is my contact in our world. And of course, I know the Eieren royal family. I accompanied them here and assisted them with life on this side. We've had to keep their identities a secret, for the sake of blending in, but they are alive and well," Kisuke responded, but then his face fell and his voice lowered with remorse. "Sadly, that excludes the queen. She passed on in an accident, but the king and their three children still live," he continued in their native tongue.
Grimmjow frowned at that. Why had the blond reverted to their language, when it was obvious that everyone knew this Japanese language? Kisuke's dark eyes went to Shinji and alarms shrieked in Grimmjow's mind, but before he could question anything, Ichigo emerged from his bedroom and paused in the doorway, his eyes traveling over the occupants of the sitting room.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
Grimmjow squirmed and fought to hide a blush as he observed Ichigo. His bright orange hair was mussed, sticking up all over his head and his face held sleep lines as if he'd been pressed against something hard that had imprinted itself into his skin. His velvety brown eyes were half-lidded and all he wore was a pair of dark-blue boxers that were hanging enticingly low on his slim hips. Grimmjow bit his bottom lip and looked away from the all too appealing sight as his mind was flung towards their earlier kiss.
Ichigo had really soft lips and he tasted better than any food or drink Grimmjow had ever had in his life. He also realized he was behaving like a love-sick little girl and it made him inwardly cringe. He felt eyes on him and noticed Nnoitra eyeing him with amusement as he glanced back and forth between Ichigo and himself, lowering his tall frame back to the couch. Even Kisuke and Gin were watching him with arched brows.
Shit.
Grimmjow chanced a peek at Ichigo and unconsciously held his breath when his eyes locked with the red head's. Ichigo grinned softly and rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his stance as he lowered his gaze, his cheeks turning pink. Oh, great. They were so obvious, standing (or rather sitting in his case) around like teenagers with a crush.
"Well," Gin started, a faint smirk widening the crease in his face that was his mouth, "How surprising."
Grimmjow gave him a dark glare before turning to Kisuke, who was also grinning like the cat that ate the canary, "So, who's this royal family? Do we know them?" he asked, embarrassed that he'd been caught staring and blushing.
That wiped the smile from Kisuke's face as he shook his head, "I don't think it's safe to answer that question just yet, Prince."
This confused him and made him wrinkle his nose. Kisuke was still speaking in their native tongue and Grimmjow knew there was something residing under the surface that he should have been grasping, but was unable to at the moment, his mind still irrevocably glued to the red head still standing in his bedroom doorway half naked.
Shinji stood and glared at Kisuke, hands on his narrow hips, "What the hell is goin' on that ya gotta talk that fairy language?" he snapped, his dark eyes lit with an inner fire.
Kisuke stared him down as if willing the younger blond to back away from his proposed question, but Shinji was more stubborn than he'd expected, Grimmjow supposed. Shinji shifted his stance and cocked his head to the side, eyes still glued to his adopted father. Kisuke sighed and averted his gaze, "I cannot speak on it at the moment, Shinji. It's too sensitive a subject," he finally answered, his own dark eyes full of regret.
Shinji narrowed his eyes and quirked his lips before nodding and retaking his seat, "Fine, but ya've got some explainin' ta do later."
Grimmjow frowned, brought back to the situation at hand by Shinji's outburst, "Well, when can I have the answer to my question? It would be nice to know the royal family of Eieren," he rumbled, rubbing his chin in thought. After years of thinking his clan was the last surviving clan of fae, his beliefs had been altered, yet the whole truth had yet to be revealed.
"I will have to gather the others and discuss it first. The king will have to give his permission considering it involves himself and his children, of course," Kisuke's voice was also thoughtful as he passed his paper fan before his face, "And then, there are the guardians of the royal family. Arara, there's so much to do," he sighed, exaggerating.
"I'll accompany you, Uncle, if you don't mind," Gin stated, his face rather serious.
Kisuke nodded at the same time that Grimmjow felt a nudge in his ribs. He scowled and glanced over at Nnoitra, who was staring at him, his slanted, violet eye wide, "I think I know who the royal family is," he mouthed, trying not to gain the attention of the older, blond fairy.
Grimmjow's eyebrows flew skyward and his mouth parted slightly, "Really?" he mouthed back.
Nnoitra nodded and turned his gaze back to Kisuke, leaving Grimmjow to contemplate what his best friend was trying to tell him. Would Nnoitra's assumptions be correct, or just that: assumptions? The sound of a door closing, drew his attention to the bathroom and he realized that Ichigo had left his spot in his bedroom doorway. He wished he could follow the red head into the smaller room and have him kiss him again.
Maybe Ichigo would be willing to teach him how to do more than just kiss.
XOXOXO
Gin glanced around his uncle's home and sighed. It was messy and cluttered. There were scrolls and books on top of books littering the entire space, making Gin wonder how the man maneuvered in such a tiny area. He set his large bag in a corner and delicately stepped over several books that lay splayed across the beige carpeted floor. He made his way towards a long, cushioned seat and plopped onto it after shoving more books to the side.
"Uncle, how can you live like this? There's barely room to walk around," he uttered, eyes roaming the messy room.
Kisuke grinned and stepped over a few books to reach the far side of the room, where he picked up a white device and began tapping, making it emit soft beeping sounds, "I call it organized chaos. It may look cluttered and filthy, but everything has its place," he answered distractedly as he held the device up to his ear. After a brief moment of waiting, he began speaking, making Gin frown in confusion. The same thing had happened with Shinji earlier and he still didn't understand the meaning of it. "Yes, Your Highness – I mean, ara! Old habits die hard, Isshin. Yes, we need to call a meeting of the royal court. Yes. My place will be fine. Yes. Eight o'clock it is and Isshin? There are certain people that need answers. Are you willing to give them? Right. Ok, see you then."
His uncle lowered the device after tapping another button, his eyes unfocused as his mind obviously wandered. Gin was just excited to be a part of something so historical and deep. He couldn't believe he would be seeing the actual king of the supposedly extinct Eieren clan. "So, does this mean he will arrive this evening?" he asked, unsure of what eight o'clock meant.
"Yes, he and the rest of the royal court will be here at eight o'clock tonight."
Gin pursed his lips, unwilling to sound like a fool in front of his uncle, but also curious, "I don't know what this eight o'clock means," he stated shamefully.
Kisuke grinned, "No, I suppose you wouldn't. It's what the humans here refer to as time. They distinguish the hour of the day by numbers. I'll explain it to you further some other time. Right now, will you help me prepare for the king's arrival?"
"Yes, of course."
XxxxxxxxxX
After much cleaning and book-stacking, Gin and his uncle were ready to entertain the presence of the king. Gin was fidgety and excited, his heart racing madly as he wondered what the Eieren king was like. Was he charming and regal like the image in the mural he'd seen, or was he strict and chilly? Kisuke emerged from his small kitchen holding a large, silver platter of some type of strange-looking food that he set down onto a low, wooden table, situated in front of the long, cushioned seat Gin was currently perched on.
The food smelled interesting, yet tasty and he was curious as to what it was. Before he could question his uncle, though, there was a loud rapping at the door to the "apartment", making him jump and reach inside his robes for a disarming spell. His uncle chuckled at his reaction and floated towards the door, his paper fan out and waving back and forth.
"Just the door, Gin," he sang.
Gin frowned a bit before relaxing his muscles and removing his hand from his robes. He watched Kisuke wrap a hand around the knob and slowly, dramatically pull the door open, revealing a tall man with long, jet-black hair. His face was slack and expressionless, but his deep, violet eyes hinted at the danger lurking underneath that unconcerned facade. He wore a white, short-sleeved, collared shirt, strange blue pants and a pair of white sandals of some sort. Gin wasn't sure of the clothing of this world.
The man behind him made Gin hold his breath as his eyes slitted open, icy blue locking with glinting onyx. It was undeniably the man from the mural, only his black hair was much shorter and standing up on his head. He was tall and broad, obviously muscular. He was dressed in a short-sleeved, collared shirt as well, but his was covered in brightly-colored, strange-looking flowers of some sort. He also wore a pair of the weird blue pants and weird sandals. The two men trooped into the apartment followed by another, shorter...man?
He was pale as the moon and his eyes...they were very peculiar. Black sclera and golden irises. His short, spiky hair was almost as pale as his skin and he seemed to be the only one wearing any type of facial expression. His face was split into a wide, carefree, yet devilish smirk. His clothes were identical to what the man with the long, dark hair wore and Gin noticed that both men carried large, black, rectangular cases on their backs.
Once the men had filed into the apartment and Kisuke had shut the door, the king stood before Gin, studying him, with his head cocked to the side and a strange grin tilting the corners of his wide mouth. Suddenly, the larger man lurched forward and dragged him into a back-breaking hug, lifting Gin's slighter form from his seat.
"UWAAAHHH! YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!" the king shouted, tears sliding down his cheeks and under his scruffy jaws.
Gin was stunned into speechlessness. Was this the way a king was supposed to behave before his subjects? He turned puzzled eyes to his uncle, the king's enthusiastic grip crushing his ribs. The older man's strength was unquestionable, that was for certain.
"Uncle! What is the meaning of this?" His voice came out a strangled gasp.
Kisuke chuckled and sauntered over to the king, tapping him on one broad shoulder with his paper fan, "Isshin, I believe you're killing my nephew," he stated with a wide grin.
The king pulled back and peered into Gin's face, his dark eyes still glistening, "Oh! I'm sorry, young Ichimaru." With that, Gin was dropped to the floor, wheezing and rubbing his sides.
The king was insane.
The albino man came to stand beside the king, his large, chilling grin still firmly in place, "Yer lucky he likes ya," he told Gin.
"Uhn," he grunted, still trying to catch his breath as he warily eyed the Eieren king.
He wondered how quickly he would be struck down if he decided to cast a spell on the man.
The stoic, raven-haired man edged closer as well and stared down at him, "That would be rather unwise," he droned, hand on the strap of the large case on his back.
"Well, Sir, if thas all, I'll be goin' up ta visit King. We gotta project due tamorrow," the albino commented, doubling back towards the door.
The king smiled widely and whirled, giving him a salute, "I'll be up in a bit!"
"Alrighty," the albino muttered and left the apartment, leaving Gin to stare in fascination at the Eieren king.
Kisuke cleared his throat and snapped his fan shut, "Isshin, there is much to be discussed," he said somberly, making the taller, dark-haired male turn to him, his face equally solemn.
"Of course. What about?" King Isshin asked as he moved to the long, cushioned seat and plopped down onto it.
The long-haired man went to the wall near the door and folded his arms across his chest, his face blank, but eyes curious and alert. Kisuke perched himself on the arm of the seat King Isshin rested on and blew out a breath as he glanced at Gin, "Aizen has made his move."
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