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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"She did WHAT!" Isshin yelled as he mentally recieved a message. He had known that Ichigo was contemplating gettting involved with the Soul Reaper tribe, but he hadn't known a damn thing about him being taken by Espada, let alone the King of Hueco Mundo. And what shocked him the most was that Masaki had been the one to instigate it.
He had known that her spirit had resided in the red stone Ichigo had made into an earring. Of course he had hoped that she would move on, but Isshin couldn't blame a mother for wanting to look after her son. Yet she'd bonded their little boy to a soul eating monster. As a child, Isshin was raised to see and understand that Hueco Mundo and its creatures had their purpose. He understood that and even respected it. That didn't mean that he liked Espada or wanted them fucking his son.
He sat alone in his darkened bedroom, half-heartedly fighting the urge to pick up the sword he'd put down so long ago. He just couldn't believe that his wife, his beautiful and kind wife, had done that to their baby boy. Why would she put him in harms way? Did she know something he didn't? Was there a purpose behind her actions? He shook his head. No matter, he couldn't let it stand. He would fight to get his son back and then he would make sure that Masaki truly passed on.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello." He answered quietly.
"Did you receive the message from the Soul King?"
There was no mistaking the old man's voice. Yamamoto.
"Yes." He replied with steel in his voice. "I spoke with my father."

Ichigo had a nightmare. The kind that pulled him into a sleep so deep that he appeared to be dead even as he screamed and flailed in the dark corners of his mind. The white-skinned boy didn't haunt them this time. No, it was something much darker. A man with long black hair wavering behind him like a battle flag in an unfelt wind. Ropey scars over tan skin stretched over thick muscle. A pure white sleeveless haori trailed atleast three feet behind him as he stood in a black sky. Black hakama almost identical to Ichigo's were tied around slim hips. Ichigo couldn't see the mans face, but that's not what caused Ichigo's horror. No, what terrified him was that the man standing in the non-existent wind was non-chalantly holding Grimmjow's severed head by his blood soaked hair.
The berry woke abruptly, entire body shaking at once. Gasping for breath, he glanced around to take his bearings. He was lying beneath dark blue and silver sheets. A large, obsidian gothic six lay on the wall above the door across from him. Sometime as he slept, Grimmjow must have moved him to his bedroom. The orange-head sighed and stretched his naked body beneath the cool sheets.
Who could that have been in his dream? And why now? Why did he have to have a horrible nightmare just when things were going his way? Ichigo sat up as the bedroom door slammed open. Grimmjow stalked in, holding a white paper bag in his left hand, and slammed the door closed behind himself. Their gazes met and settled for awhile. Brown wondering what the other was thinking and blue just wanting back inside his bitch. Grinning, Grimmjow walked over to stand beside the bed, holding out the white bag. Hesitantly, Ichigo took it from him, smiling at what was inside when he looked. He glanced back up at his mate with wide eyes.
"I sent one of the lower level hollows to go steal you some food." Grimmjow explained. "It didn't escape without the loss of a few limbs though." He growled. "The little shit faded out as soon as it got here. Those fucking Reapers are crawling all over your town." The King of Hueco Mundo glared at the wall across from him so intently there seemed to be a glaze of blue fire across his eyes. "They're always fucking with my plans. Why can't they just leave us the hell alone!"
Ichigo's heart broke a little. Looking at the strong hands, clenched so tightly in fury. Seeing those tiny glimpses of sorrow hiding behind those angry blue eyes. It was hard to believe that Grimmjow wanted what any other person wanted: to live their life undisturbed. No one deserved to be constantly hounded for what came natural to them. Yet, Grimmjow was a killer and Ichigo couldn't let himself forget that. He glanced at the white bag held loosely in his hands. Grimmjow didn't eat like he did, no, Grimmjow ate Human souls. He killed Humans without remorse or mercy, the blue haired creature found it exhilerating. He would have eaten even Ichigo, if his mother hadn't put a stop to it. Unfortunately, Grimmjow returned his firey gaze back to Ichigo's just in time to see all of the doubts and fear in them.
Grimmjow's entire face tightened, hands clenched tight enough to cause blood to drip from his fingers. How dare that little bitch look at him like that. Like Grimmjow was some kind of disgusting monster. He couldn't stand that face, couldn't stand that look in those brown eyes. His fist moved too fast for normal eyes to track as it slammed into the side of Ichigo's face.
"DON'T YOU FUCKIN' LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" Grimmjow hissed in fury. "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, ISN'T IT? YOU FELL IN LOVE THE FIRST TIME I FUCKED YOU AND THEN YOU CAME BEGGING FOR IT!" He slammed his fists into Ichigo's face and body, knowing he should stop but part of him didn't want to. Part of him wanted to just end Ichigo, just to end all of it. "EVEN YOUR FUCKING MOTHER JUST HANDED YOU OVER TO ME! WHAT KIND OF BITCH DOES THAT, HUH? I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU!"
Grimmjow's entire body became a blur as he continued to slam his entire body weight into each hit he landed on Ichigo's unresisting body. The boy didn't even fight back, maybe he couldn't, maybe he felt like he deserved it. And he did deserve it. Grimmjow didn't ask for any of the shit that was happening to him, that was being forced on him. Sure the berry was a great fuck and he may have even grown to like him, but he couldn't take that look. The stupid bitch came to him, wouldn't let up even when Grimmjow said no. And then he turns around and looks at Grimmjow like he was a monster, like he was a disgusting thing that needed to be put down, like the bitch was better than him. The berry wasn't going to push him away like that, Grimmjow was King and he would take what he wanted when he wanted it.
He stopped bruising and breaking the berry, but only so he could untie his hakama instead. Grimmjow pulled out his long, dripping erection and flipped Ichigo over onto his stomach. Surprisingly, that's when the struggling finally started. Grimmjow wasn't having that. He grabbed orange locks tightly in one hand, lifted the berry's head, and slammed it back down hard enough to break his nose and maybe the entire front of his face. The struggling stopped for good after that. Entire body shaking uncontrollably and heart pounding erratically in his chest, Grimmjow lined his cock up with Ichigo's opening right before slamming in.
There was heat, slick blood, involuntary contractions and pain. Grimmjow's breathing was so ragged it sounded like he was taking his last dying breaths. And maybe he was, just maybe he was dying inside with each shaky thrust, with each drop of blood, with each bruise and broken bone. Ichigo had to learn. Hueco Mundo was no place for a Soul Reaper. Hueco Mundo was no place for sunlight. Just as he came inside his broken mate, the bedroom door was knocked inward off of its hinges, brown eyes and black and yellow eyes staring in shock and horror at what was in front of them.
"GRIMMJOW! NO!" Nelliel screamed as she ran forward and grabbed his shoulders to pull him away. He could hear the tears in her voice, could even see them on her face if he cared to look. He couldn't look though, couldn't meet her eyes. He damn sure couldn't look Arai in the face. Not after that. He could see the pale hand clenched around the white hilt of his sword though. Grimmjow knew that Arai wanted to hit him, maybe even kill him. He made sure to meet his eyes with a glare as he stood, Nelliel moving to check over Ichigo. He and Arai's gazes locked. There was no telling what Arai saw, but he didn't step forward. Good, Grimmjow wouldn't have been able to handle Arai touching him.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Nelliel screamed as she held Ichigo's body gently in her arms. "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU TURNED INTO, GRIMMJOW?"
He was Grimmjow Fucking Jaegerjacques, King of Hueco Mundo, and now no one would ever forget it.

A/N: This story is turning dark and I will warn you ahead of time that I am contemplating a character death. thesleepless showed me this story from their point of view and I was intrigued, so that also has an impact on this chapter. Sorry if it's too short, I have the rest of it planned now so the rest should come out quicker. Thank You thesleepless for sharing your opinion with me, helping me understand it, and for listening to mine :)
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