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Chapter 9 - Punishment
Grimmjow stared at Ulquiorra with his mouth agape. The bastard appeared out of nowhere and took him and the Shinigami away. He didn't know if he should be pissed off or if he should be grateful for being able to get away from all those annoying Shinigamis he held no interest in. The annoying part was how by doing so he lost the Mod Soul or better said, the Shinigami's human body. He decided he was annoyed after all.
"Dammit, what the fuck is this, asshole? Why did you come here?" asked Grimmjow, an angry expression on his face.
Ulquiorra didn't answer, continuing to act as though Grimmjow didn't even exist.
"What the fuck is your problem? And give me back my bitch," said Grimmjow and moved to grab Ichigo.
Instead of allowing Grimmjow to take the Shinigami he gracefully kicked him in the stomach before the 6th even had a chance to touch him. Grimmjow was furious, wanting nothing more than to Cero the bastard into oblivion but said bastard was stronger and as such there weren't many chances of him doing so and surviving. Instead he tried to stop his body from mindlessly attacking, even though he really wanted to do just that.
"You know you can be a real bastard sometimes, don't you?" said Grimmjow and noticed they were already in Hueco Mundo.
"Aizen-sama is waiting for you," finally spoke Ulquiorra and sonido-ed away.
Grimmjow was tempted to go after Ulquiorra and do everything in his power to take the Shinigami away from him. He really hated people touching his stuff, but he couldn't do so when the asshole Aizen-fucking-sama was waiting for him. A tiny amount of fear managed to creep its way into his soul, but he didn't want to think how Aizen was going to punish him. He decided to walk there, at least getting some satisfaction at making Aizen wait for him a while longer.
The way Aizen sat on his high throne really pissed off Grimmjow since it always made him feel inferior and he absolutely hated the way the man was looking down on him. And to make things worse, Tousen was there as well.
"Welcome back Grimmjow", said Aizen with an ever present smile on his face.
Like hell was he going to answer to his stupid greeting. He also absolutely hated straining his neck to look up at Aizen, so instead he decided it was best to just stare ahead, which was also a good way of not seeing the fucker's annoying smile any longer. Then Tousen decided to interfere, like always. The man really needed a hobby, though Grimmjow.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Not really," answered Grimmjow with as much indifference as he could possibly muster.
"How dare you?" exclaimed what was obviously an enraged Tousen,
"It's all right Kaname, I'm not upset. I believe that Grimmjow's actions were an attempt to please me but he ended up getting carried away and as such he lost his focus. Is that correct, Grimmjow?"
The 6th was surprised, Aizen was defending him . He'd be a fool to not seize the opportunity.
"That's right," confirmed Grimmjow but as soon as he did so Tousen seemed to snap since he grabbed him by the jacket and requested Aizen for permission to execute him.
"You wish!" said Grimmjow smirking and removed Tousen's hand from his person. He had Aizen on his side, so why should he care what the other Shinigami said? "You just can't stand me, can you? Is it okay for a commanding officer to be acting this way?"
"I believe that those who disturb the peace should not be forgiven," said Tousen and put his hand on the zanpakuto.
Grimmjow knew he was going to attack. He tensed, trying hard to focus on his enemy and catch the moment he moved an inch. His hand sneaked on his zanpakutou as well, but before he even managed to unsheathe it Tousen was in front of him ready to strike.
"Stop, both of you," Aizen's voice resonated inside the room making both of them freeze. "I believe it is my responsibility to punish Grimmjow for his actions, not yours Kaname."
"I apologize Aizen-sama", said Tousen, moved away from Grimmjow and sheathed his zanpakuto.
"You may leave now."
"Yes Aizen-sama."
Tousen was upset he didn't get a chance to personally punish Grimmjow but he knew Aizen wasn't going to let him off that easy either, so he quietly left the room.
"Now Grimmjow," continued Aizen, "I believe you need some time alone since it seems all your blood has moved to the middle section of your body. The vastness of Hueco Mundo might be a good place for you to work out all the extra energy you seem to possess. I'll see you again in three days, and make sure you report to me as soon as you're back instead of wandering around."
"I understand, Aizen... - sama", said Grimmjow and left.
Aizen didn't miss the hesitation of the 6th when adding the honorific to his name. Grimmjow was a very amusing creature, so wild and vicious... but he was going to make sure he regretted ever disobeying his orders. Aizen left the room as well, but didn't fail to notice Gin's presence who appeared to be waiting for him somewhere down the stairs.
"How mean of you to tease your subordinated like that," said Gin.
"So you were watching us."
"We lost five Arrancars because of Grimmjow."
"It's not a problem, they were the lowest amongst Gillians. It doesn't affect our plans at all."
"How about Grimmjow's other actions? Won't they affect the plans with the Kurosaki Ichigo boy?"
"Not in the slightest," answered Aizen and moved to the window to stare at the barren vastness that was Hueco Mundo.
Ulquiorra was quietly sitting on a chair waiting for a few female Arrancars to finish examining and treating the human boy. He wasn't happy about being forced to take him away before the female Shinigami Captain was done treating him but he didn't trust Grimmjow to not get himself killed. The 6th had a way of attracting trouble everywhere he went and that was the main reason why Ulquiorra didn't like him.
By the time Aizen decided to send him on the mission of retrieving both Grimmjow and Kurosaki Ichigo, the Shinigamis were already there, two of them engaging the 6th into battle. If the boy was dead by the time he arrived and there was no one to stop him from freely moving around, he was supposed to take him to Inoue Orihime and make her bring him back to life then take him away to Hueco Mundo along with Grimmjow. That wasn't the case though. There was no guarantee other Shinigamis were not on their way so in the end he decided to take the boy in whatever state he was in and get his injuries treated once they were all back to Las Noches.
After what seemed like an eternity to Ulquiorra, one of the female Arrancars appeared before him and bowed.
"Ulquiorra-sama, we have succeeded in treating some of the injuries he had but I am afraid he will not be able to make a full recovery as the damage he suffered was too extensive. Whoever began his treatment before us did a very good job, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to save him."
"It does not matter as long as he survives. I'll be back later to take him away."
"Understood," said the smaller Arrancar and went back to finish bandaging the Shinigami.
Ulquiorra left.
Pain. So much pain. It was like nothing existed besides excruciating pain. He couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't even think anymore. He couldn't even remember who or what he was, because the only thing in his mind besides pain was how the little sense of self consciousness he still possessed was going to be lost forever, which in consequence meant he'd lose his mind, never again being able to recover it.
He could almost see himself, like in a mirror, the image quickly cracking before his very eyes. He wanted to reach out and stop it from getting destroyed but he couldn't, but just as all the fragments were about to scatter, something white flashed in front of the mirror and entered it. The color slowly began to fade away until there was nothing left besides a bleached version of himself. And then there was less pain, and the almost broken mirror seemed to have seized its destruction. He stared at it, not being able to comprehend what was happening.
The being inside raised its hand and began tracing some signs onto the mirror, but wherever the finger touched nothing appeared and he couldn't understand what his other self was doing. Once he was done he formed a fist with his hand and pulled it back, looking as though he was about to break the mirror. He panicked, believing the thing was going to break it and then he'd lose himself forever. He desperately tried to scream at the white being and ask it to stop but he couldn't utter a single word because his throat hurt too much. Just as his desperation reached monumental heights, the being suddenly appeared in front of him after disappearing from inside the mirror and punched him in the face so hard that everything turned black.
He woke up in a sweat in a very white but at the same time dark room and it took him a few moments to remember who he was. Once all the things that happened came back to him he broke down into sobbing. Why was he still alive? The last thing he remembered was not being able to breath anymore because it felt as though he was drowning, bright blue eyes being the last thing he saw before his eyes closed and he resigned himself to dying. He wasn't even sure if he was happy he was still alive or disappointed that he wasn't dead.
He tried to move but he was still in too much pain. His chest hurt each time he took a breath, like a knife was being plunged into it. He couldn't move his left hand's fingers and his wrist was swollen and throbbing painfully, the bone most likely still shattered. His right arm appeared to be broken as well. His ass wasn't doing any better because as soon as he did manage to leave the bed he kept wincing in pain at every step he took. He tried to stop himself from crying but he couldn't no matter how much he wanted.
With tear filled eyes he looked around the room, wanting to know where he was. Why was everything so white? Was it a hospital? He leaned on the wall for support and slowly made his way towards the door. He looked around for a way to open it but there was none. How was it a door if it couldn't be opened? He slowly dropped to the floor, not having the strength to stay on his own two feet any longer. Somehow his neck was itching and he raised his left arm to try and scratch it. And then he froze in fear. There was a collar around his neck, why was a collar around his neck? Until then he didn't even realize he couldn't sense his reiatsu at all. He was beginning to panic, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. What had Grimmjow done?
During the three days he was forced to stay away from Las Noches the 6th didn't do much besides killing Hollows, Menos and Gillians. Considering what he had done he couldn't believe his punishment was only a three days exile. Since most of the strong Arrancars were already living in Las Noches he didn't have much luck into finding at least one to put up a good fight against him. He was bored, and he couldn't wait to get back to the castle.
When the three days were over he rushed back to Las Noches. He didn't like to live in the wilderness anymore because strangely enough he was used to having his own room and a very comfortable bed which was waiting for him at that very moment. That wasn't all though, as he also wanted to know what happened to the orange haired Shinigami. To hell with Aizen, he was going to report to him later. Besides, he looked like shit, wouldn't it be disrespectful to appear before the high and mighty Aizen covered in lowly Hollow blood? Grimmjow smirked, if Aizen bitched about it he was going to use that for an excuse.
He entered Las Noches and headed straight for his room. The hallways had never seemed so long until then. He stopped in front of the door and pushed it, but it didn't easily open.
"What the hell...?"
He pushed the door again, harder this time and apparently also something else along with it which seemed to have been blocking it until then. He heard a grunt of pain and he stepped inside wanting to know what the fuck was going on and who to kill for daring to enter his room while he was away.
He closed the door and then stopped in his tracks when his eyes met terrified brown ones. He couldn't believe it. Did Aizen let him keep the Shinigami? That had to be it because otherwise the Shinigami wouldn't be in his room. His previously angry look turned into one of pure bliss. After so much boredom he was going to have a lot of fun. The Shinigami who until then seemed to be frozen on the spot got up with a lot of difficulty and slowly began to back away from him.
The Shinigami was beautiful. He was wearing a white hakama and his chest along with his left wrist and the other arm's elbow were covered in bandages. He soniedo-ed until he was in front of him, wanting to touch his soft skin. He raised his hand to touch him and the Shinigami took a step backwards, continuing to retreat until he ended up trapped in a corner of the room with no way out.
Grimmjow raised his hand again to cup his cheek and the Shinigami tightly shut his eyes, trembling like a twig. Instead of trying to push him away he was holding his arms around his own body, like he was trying to block out everything around him.
The Espada first ran his thumb against the soft rosy lips which looked so tempting. The injuries his teeth inflicted on them were still not fully healed. His hand went lower, caressing the Shinigami's neck then slowly moved downwards to get his arms away from his bandage covered chest.
The Shinigami whimpered pitifully at the action and managed to choke out a strangled "Don't..." before he collapsed onto the floor and made himself as small as possible by putting his arms around his knees which were held tightly to his chest and his head as low as he could possible keep it.
Grimmjow stayed silent for a while, observing the teen before him. Apparently he had managed to break him more than he ever imagined since the Shingami was too afraid to even fight back anymore. Well... too bad for him.
He yanked the Shinigami from the corner by grabbing his arm and dragged him to the bed where he stopped. By the time Grimmjow was done moving him, Ichigo was sobbing and weakly trying to pry away from the Espada's grip.
"I'm not in the mood for this shit!" snapped Grimmjow and backhanded him across the face so hard he ended up completely falling to the floor and even hitting his head. The impact must've been powerful because when Grimmjow grabbed his hair and pulled him back up, he saw blood running down the left side of his face. The grip in his hair tightened and the Shinigami screamed in pain.
"Suck it," said Grimmjow after forcing the Shinigami on his knees in front of him.
Ichigo's eyes widened so much it looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"I guess you're gonna need some help," said Grimmjow when he saw the Shinigami turned as white as marble and wasn't moving at all.
He pushed his hakama down with his left hand and freed his erection.
Ichigo was frozen on the spot, his mind refusing to work properly any longer. All he could think of was how big and disgusting the thing before him was. It was one think to know Grimmjow's cock had been inside of him, twice, but actually seeing it made the blood in his veins instantly freeze. And... suck it? Until that moment he never imagined Grimmjow could find a way to humiliate him more than he already had, but the bastard did find a way, and Ichigo was repulsed by the very idea of sucking Grimmjow's dick, or any dick in general for that matter.
When he woke up the previous day and realized he was a prisoner and that he had a collar around his neck he desperately tried to escape from the room but failed. There was only one window in the room and it was too high for him to reach. There was also the door but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried, and he did try, for hours on end until he was so exhausted he ended up passing out on the floor in front of it. Until then he was almost sure that Grimmjow was the one who brought him there and that he was his prisoner but there was also a tiny amount of hope that he was wrong and that he'd never again see Grimmjow, but when he was woken up his biggest fear became reality.
With his hope shattered all he could do was put some distance between himself and the Espada. He was scared, so scared that he couldn't stop trembling to save his life. Grimmjow scared him so much that even the will to fight back was mostly gone when being in his presence. Why fight, thought Ichigo, when no matter how hard he tried he could never win? He didn't even have his zanpakuto anymore and with a collar which suppressed reiatsu around his neck, compared to an Espada, or even a Hollow for that matter, he was as weak as a newborn.
Then, when he felt the Espada's hand on his skin, he collapsed. He knew what the bastard wanted and it scared him to death. He couldn't keep his mind intact if he went through another rape. Actually, he couldn't believe he hadn't completely lost it the second time it happened, and almost as if to prove how little he cared about the Shinigami's sanity, Ichigo found himself being dragged across the room by Grimmjow, then being ordered to suck his cock.
He wanted to fight back but his body wasn't listening. He almost felt like a rag doll only being kept on his knees because Grimmjow had a tight grip on his hair.
The Espada moved closer, his cock almost touching the Shinigami's lips, almost, and Ichigo felt nausea taking over his senses.
"You know, the more you wet it the less it will hurt when I fuck you. Who knows, you might even enjoy it, so come on, do it before I accidentally end up breaking your jaw while trying to force it in," said Grimmjow amused.
Ichigo clenched his mouth shut. He wasn't Grimmjow's personal whore to willingly suck his cock. Was Grimmjow so stupid as to not know he did not care if it hurt or not? Actually if he was going to get raped again he wanted to hurt instead of enjoying it, cause if he did enjoy it then he'd never be able to live with himself. Just because he didn't believe he could win against him anymore it didn't mean he was going to just give in willingly to whatever the bastard wanted. Ichigo almost remembered for a bit how it was to not be so terrified. He raised defiant eyes at Grimmjow, almost as if telling him that if he wanted something then the only way to get it was by force.
The Espada's eyes flashed with rage. He grabbed the Shinigami's jaw with his other hand intending to force his mouth open.
"Grimmjow, you were ordered to report to Aizen-sama as soon as you got back," said Ulquiorra who once again seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Grimmjow almost screamed in frustration, wanting to grab Ulquiorra by the throat and smash his head into the nearest wall.
"Can't you see I'm fucking busy?" growled the 6th.
"Aizen-sama's orders are law. Either you go by yourself or I make you go," said Ulquiorra and began advancing towards him.
"I'm covered in blood. I'll clean up first then go see your precious Aizen-sama."
"Now Grimmjow," added Ulquiorra, this time his voice having a dangerous tone to it.
"FUCK! I'm going! Fucking bastard..." yelled Grimmjow and let out an exasperated sigh. He removed his hands from Ichigo's hair and face, pulled up his hakama and left the room.
As soon as the Espada let go of his hair, Ichigo dropped to the floor like a rock, big brown eyes fixed on the smaller Espada which he remembered seeing in the Human World before. At that moment he couldn't have been more grateful to Ulquiorra, even if the Espada hadn't meant to save him from ending up with a cock down his throat. The diziness he felt until then was getting worse with each passing second and soon enough he lost consciousness.
Ulquiorra turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Grimmjow entered the throne room, hoping that Aizen wasn't going to have his hide for not going straight to him when he got back.
"Welcome back, Grimmjow."
This time he answered to the greeting, since in a way he was grateful the bastard gave him back the Shinigami.
"It's good to be back, Aizen-sama," said the 6th, disgusted with himself for being so respectful.
"Why didn't you report to me the moment you got back?"
"I didn't believe it was appropriate to appear before you looking so filthy. I apologize," continued Grimmjow, deciding it was better to play nice and get away with minimum punishment so he could go back to the Shinigami he left in his room as soon as possible.
"I see. Did you like my present, Grimmjow?"
"I do, Aizen-sama, thank you."
"I'm glad you like it, but I'm going to have to ask you to not kill or physically maim Kurosaki Ichigo more than you already have. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes, I can," answered Grimmjow, knowing that being able to fuck the Shinigami to his heart's content was enough at that moment in time.
"Good," said Aizen and silence fell over the room.
Assuming the man was done with him, he turned around and headed straight for the door, trying hard not to sonido away, but just as he was about to get out Aizen called his name.
"Grimmjow, I forgot one thing," said the former Shinigami and smiled.
"What is it, Aizen-sama?" asked Grimmjow, trying hard not to sound annoyed at being forced to turn back.
"You're also not allowed to sexually abuse him."
Grimmjow's mouth fell open, not being able to believe what Aizen told him. What was the fucking point in giving him the Shinigami if he couldn't have his way with him? He was so furious he was at a hair's length away from unsheathing his zanpakuto and attacking Aizen. Hate filled eyes looked up at the Shinigami who was still smiling at him.
"Is there something wrong, Grimmjow?"
This time the Espada snapped out of his temporary insanity once he heard the Shinigami's cold voice. Suddenly Aizen didn't look amused anymore but menacing instead.
"No," answered Grimmjow through gritted teeth.
"Good, now leave."
Grimmjow stormed out of the room this time, not caring about the fucker who only moments before gave him one of the harshest punishments he could've ever imagined. No, actually, not even in his wildest dreams, or better said nightmares, did he ever imagine such punishment. He was afraid to go back to his own room because he could end up accidentally killing the Shinigami or fuck him and then he'd get killed for disobeying orders a fourth time.
He thought the three days away from Las Noches was the punishment, but no, Aizen had to be a fucking bastard and give him one that would put him through hell every single day.
How he hated his life at that moment...
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