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Tear It All Down	By : monochrome Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dual Destruction
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A/N: Okay, I swear I didn't mean for this first chapter to happen how it did ^^; I really don't have anything against Orihime, but I guess she was just a convenient target for setting up the plot. This is an AU centering around demons and shit like that. I'm sort of developing this as I go, but basically Grimmjow's a demon who has a thing for tearing his mates apart during sex. Sadly, there aren't very many who can come back from that, demon OR human, so poor Grimmy's stuck with just one night stands. That is, until he discovers Ichigo-- a regular teenager who just so happens to have this nice little ability of accelerated healing... Well, you can see where that's leading. Expect a heavy dollop of Stockholm syndrome in the near future.
Of course, getting Ichi-berry to the point of accepting Grimmy willingly is going to be a bumpy ride. Ichi-chan's gonna prolly end up pretty unstable after Grimmy's through with him, so angst galore, even possible suicide attempts are foreseeable until we manage to hammer it into Grimmy's head that NO, you can NOT go around mutilating your lovers and still expect them to hang around.
But don't worry! Grimmy's going to learn some valuable lessons by the end of this... but I wouldn't expect sunshine and rainbows from him anytime soon. Well, maybe rainbows, but they'd have to be bloodstained, demonic rainbows of DOOM.
Oh, and don't worry-- the icky hetero stuff is only in this chapter. The rest of this story'll be pure yaoi goodness, I promise.
Reviews feed my soul. Just a hint.
Chapter 1: Dual Destruction
It wasn't enough.
That was the only thought to cross Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's mind as he thrust one last time and released into the body laid prone beneath him. The girl had passed out from pain and blood loss long before he had reached his release, and the blue-haired demon hadn't seen a need to hold back once the annoying bitch had stopped screaming.
One would think a whore like her, running around in skirts so short her lacy panties showed and blouses so tight her overly large breasts was straining at the seams, would be used to such treatment, but apparently not. From all of the wounds Grimmjow had inflicted upon her throughout their fuck, it wasn't likely she'd survive. The slut got what she deserved, especially since she'd been stupid enough to go for someone like Grimmjow. For something like Grimmjow.
It still wasn't enough. It never was.
Pulling out of the limp body, Grimmjow grimaced and wiped himself off, throwing his clothes back on and hastily washing the blood from his hands. He'd carved designs into her skin with claws and teeth as he fucked her-- at least his bloodlust was, if only in part, sated. He disinterestedly picked up the girl's wallet and flipped through it, sneering when he glanced at her ID.
“Orihime, huh? Well, then maybe you'll be able to sew* yourself back together.” A slightly maniacal grin overtook the handsome features, but it quickly vanished again as he noticed something. “Shit. Only 17... no wonder you were such a bad lay!” Grimmjow spat on the dirty carpet and tossed the wallet to the side, stomping out the door and letting it slam behind him.
He'd had enough with not having enough. It was time to find someone who could actually take everything he threw at them without turning into a bleeding, whimpering mess which might or might not live to tell the tale of sleeping with a demon. He paused in the lobby to slap down enough money to prevent questions and left before the sleazy hotel manager could even raise an eyebrow, disappearing into the darkness of a moonless night.
In the grimy hotel room, breath labored in punctured lungs, rattled, and went silent.

“Mommy?”
The boy sat alone under the beam of a lamplight, sniffling as the tears kept coming. He wiped at his face with small hands, leaving streaks of dirt on pale cheeks. Large brandy-colored eyes peered out into the surrounding gloom, but all he could see was shadows. Moving, morphing shadows which formed scary shapes, sending a shiver up the child's back.
“Mommy, where are you? I-it's cold... I'm scared...”
Behind him he heard rustling, but fear held him paralyzed in place. All he could move was his head, which he slowly turned to look over his shoulder. Something was there, just beyond the circle of light. A woman's voice, muffled as if it came from beneath thick blankets, drifted to his ears.
“Ichigo, is that you?”
“Mommy!” The paralysis was gone. He ran towards the edge of the light but hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to step out into that inky darkness. “M-mommy... are you there?”
A taloned hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder. The boy screamed as it dragged him into the shadows.
“Ichigo!”
Ichigo Kurosaki awoke to the loud slap of a hand landing on the desk beside his face. Opening golden brown, bloodshot eyes, he blearily looked up at the disapproving face of one of his friends. With a groan, he buried his face back against his crossed arms. “Damn it, Rukia... leave me alone.”
A vein throbbed in the girl's forehead, and the hand descended again-- this time on Ichigo's head. He yelped and grabbed at the assaulted spot, glaring at his attacker as she planted her fists on her hips and began to speak.
“First off, it's your own fault that your head hurts. I told you not to go to that party last night! You always drink too much, especially when you're with Orihime and her crowd. Seriously, Ichigo... we're seniors now! You have to start taking things seriously!” The look on the orange-haired teen's face said he was starting to zone out. Rukia let out a disgruntled noise and flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow! Okay, okay! I'm listening.”
“Good. Secondly, speaking of Orihime... any idea where she is? It's weird of her to not show up, even after a night of partying...”
Ichigo closed his eyes and shrugged. He vaguely remembered trying to find her before he'd left the party, to make sure she had a ride home... but to no success. Assuming she'd catch a ride with one of her many admirers, he'd snagged a spot in Renji's car and gotten out of there. “I'd check with Tasuki or one of the others who stayed later. I got my booze and left before the harpies could descend.”
Rukia snorted. She never could understand why there were so many girls chasing after Ichigo, who so obviously wasn't interested. Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt... But whatever it was, their dreams of orange-haired babies were never going to come true.
Ichigo had something of an aversion towards women, probably stemming from the fact that his mother had died when he was very young, and under suspicious circumstances at that. He expected women to hurt him, to leave him... so he just never let them get close to him in the first place. The only exceptions to that rule were his little sisters and a select few classmates. Like Rukia and Orihime.
With a sigh, Rukia wandered back to her seat to gather her things. She glanced back at Ichigo, smirking a little to see he'd already fallen back asleep. She couldn't help it-- she grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at her friend. Calculator met orange-hair-covered head with a crack, quickly followed by a yelp.
“What the hell, Rukia?!”
“Third thing.”
The teen grumbled, gingerly rubbing at the sore spot. “Tch... What is it?”
“School's over. You've been sleeping since lunch.”
“Ah, shit."

*According to a Google search I did, Orihime's name means "seamstress". Thus, Grimmy's crack about her sewwing herself back together. Just figured I'd share that with y'all.
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