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Chapter 2: Why?

Grimmjow’s POV

Hueco Mundo was quieter than usual. I was walking down the narrow hallway on my way to the throne room. With Ichigo thrown over my shoulder. I forgot to take him out of his human form into his shinigami form, but I was in a hurry. I got rushed by those two shinigami. I sighed. I turned to face the doorway to the throne room. I entered, and sitting there was Aizen.

“Grimmjow… You finished?” Aizen was giving a devious look. He was cross legged, elbow on the arm of the chair, face in it.

“Ah! I got my new pet!” I smirked, but also not caring that he was here.

“So… Kurosaki Ichigo was your new pet you’ve anxiously been trying to get?” He grinned, his head left his hand. His hand went fully down on his chair. He leaned back.

“Un… I actually mainly came in here for some rope… or chains.” I looked away, sort of searching the room. He smirked.

“Hmmm… now.” He paused, “where did I keep them at?” His hand was wrapped around the side his face, thinking. “That’s right, Gin!” Gin appeared immediately. With his grinning face, shut eyes, purple hair glimmering in the light.

“Hai! Aizen-sama?” He slightly tilted his head, effecting with his question.

“Can you escort Grimmjow, here, where the that room is.” Aizen smirked.

“Yes, sir! Com’ we be goin’.” He passed me to the doorway turning left. I followed with Ichigo still over my shoulder, sleeping.

We walked down the cold hallway. The aura was the same as always, grim and disturbing . The third door on the left is where we stopped. Gin slowly opened it.

“Here you are!” His grinning did not change. He slowly passed by, “hav’ fun!” He snickered.

I ignored that last comment and went into the room. It was amazing! It had every torture weapon you could want and more! Rope, cuffs, chains, whip, etc. (Use your imagination.) I looked around in astonishment. Passing many tempting torture toys. I picked up chains, cloth(for mouth), cuffs, and the whip. I smirked at the thought of what I was going to do. (Insert dirty thoughts. XD) I soon push them in the waiting room of my mind. I walked to the door, closed it.

“Interesting…” I looked over to the voice. Ulquiorra was standing there. His pale looking face, with those green marks crying down his face was just enough to make me think he was a clown. ‘Damn, emo boy…’ I thought while staring.

“What you want?” I snarled at him.

“Just walking by…” His emotionless face was staring at me. I made a tch noise.

“Well, emo boy, I’m going so don’t slow me down with your bull shit!!” I passed him.

“Wasn’t planning on it… but keep your eyes on your little pet…” I twirled to punch him, but he disappeared.

“What the hell?” I stood there for a second before walking back to my room.

My room wasn’t to far from that room. I stopped at my door, the six was indication that it was mine. I opened it. My room was plain, as always. White couch, white loveseat, a table in-between the two. The carpet under the table, couch, and loveseat was also white. ‘This room gets duller by the moment.’ I walked in, setting Ichigo on my couch. I walked to the door, going off the side of my room. Leading into the bathroom, with the toys.

Ichigo’s POV

My throbbing head woke me. I slowly lifted myself up, gripping my head. I winced a bit from the pain in my head. I released my head from my hand and looked up.

“Where am I?” I whispered, but still panicking.

The plain ordinary room was new to my eyes. I looked at the table, while noticing my clothes. ‘I-I’m still in human form?’ I gripped my clothes lifting them away. I sat up right, head down fingers gliding through my hair. I heard a rush of water from near by. I looked up over at the white door on the side of the room. I got. I slowly walked up to it. Knowing I shouldn’t, but I was too curious. I went up to it, at least three feet away and it opened. I stood there face to face with a tall, teal-haired man with a jaw mask. I stood staring into his blue eyes, lost.

“Your awake?” I shuddered and took one step back before turning and running. But, when I did I was faced with him again. “Where you going?” he walked up to me. I backed away.

I was backed against a wall. I was pushing the wall hoping it would move or it wasn’t really there. My eyes were full of fear. I couldn’t really defeated him, to per say. I have to admit, I’m scared senseless. This man scares me by my wildest dreams. Even though, there is somewhere deep down that wants me to be held by him. There was a warm breath against my neck. I came back out of my thoughts.

“Spacing out? About what? Me?” Grimmjow questioned me. He slightly blew a breath into my ear. I flinched and tried to escape. He grabbed my wrist. “Where you think your going?” I looked out to the side.

“What do you want with me?!” I snapped at him. He looked at me before answering you.

“You…” I looked at him, tilting my head slightly.

“What? I don’t understand! You try to kill me and now you are wanting me? Are you going to kill me in your own room to remember who you fought? Do you do this to ever--” He covered my mouth with his hand. I tried to pry it away.

“You ask too many damn questions! Just shut up and listen.” I stopped struggling. “I. Want. You. Simple.” He let go of my mouth. We stared at each other for a moment.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“For god’s sake!” He grabbed my face and caught my lips with his.

Once again I was swept into this feeling. I try to get away, but he only grabbed my wrists putting them above my head. I soon gave in and relaxed a little. Leaning into the kiss. His wet tongue licked the bottom of my lip. I denied access. The side of me, that doesn’t trust him, arose from deep under. I struggled once more. He did not give up. Instead he released me. My hands dropped to my side. He turned to walk towards the couch. He sat. Hands behind his head, leg crossed. I stood there speechless. Then something took over, this time it was loneliness. ‘What is wrong with me? Do… Do I love him? That’s impossible! He-He tried to kill me! But he didn’t…’ My head swarmed. My head started to throb again. ‘That pill… what was it?’

“So, the drug hasn’t worn off yet?” I looked up.

He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking straight forward. I was starting to breath deep. Panting. My body felt weak.

“Come sit, before you pass out.” I obeyed, sort of. I walked over to the loveseat. Sitting across from him. I plopped myself onto the white, comfortable area. He stared at me for quite some time. I stared back of course. He gave me a look. Mean, but kind. I felt guilt rise up. I don’t know why.

“Come over here…” I whispered. He smirked, got up and came over to where I was. He lifted my head, sat, then put it back into his lap. I did not reject to this action. I laid there, not thinking.

“You should sleep.” I sort of tensed, but relaxed. I nodded. He ran his fingers through my hair. I slowly closed my eyes shut.

Grimmjow’s POV

‘Why can’t I torture him?’ I continued to twirl his hair. ‘I have these toys, and I can’t even use them! What is wrong with me? Have I gone soft? Why is it that I have become calm around him? … I don’t understand any of this…’ I stared aimlessly at him. ‘Why?’

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GrimmIchi
Chapter 2: Why?

Grimmjow’s POV

Hueco Mundo was quieter than usual. I was walking down the narrow hallway on my way to the throne room. With Ichigo thrown over my shoulder. I forgot to take him out of his human form into his shinigami form, but I was in a hurry. I got rushed by those two shinigami. I sighed. I turned to face the doorway to the throne room. I entered, and sitting there was Aizen.

“Grimmjow… You finished?” Aizen was giving a devious look. He was cross legged, elbow on the arm of the chair, face in it.

“Ah! I got my new pet!” I smirked, but also not caring that he was here.

“So… Kurosaki Ichigo was your new pet you’ve anxiously been trying to get?” He grinned, his head left his hand. His hand went fully down on his chair. He leaned back.

“Un… I actually mainly came in here for some rope… or chains.” I looked away, sort of searching the room. He smirked.

“Hmmm… now.” He paused, “where did I keep them at?” His hand was wrapped around the side his face, thinking. “That’s right, Gin!” Gin appeared immediately. With his grinning face, shut eyes, purple hair glimmering in the light.

“Hai! Aizen-sama?” He slightly tilted his head, effecting with his question.

“Can you escort Grimmjow, here, where the that room is.” Aizen smirked.

“Yes, sir! Com’ we be goin’.” He passed me to the doorway turning left. I followed with Ichigo still over my shoulder, sleeping.

We walked down the cold hallway. The aura was the same as always, grim and disturbing . The third door on the left is where we stopped. Gin slowly opened it.

“Here you are!” His grinning did not change. He slowly passed by, “hav’ fun!” He snickered.

I ignored that last comment and went into the room. It was amazing! It had every torture weapon you could want and more! Rope, cuffs, chains, whip, etc. (Use your imagination.) I looked around in astonishment. Passing many tempting torture toys. I picked up chains, cloth(for mouth), cuffs, and the whip. I smirked at the thought of what I was going to do. (Insert dirty thoughts. XD) I soon push them in the waiting room of my mind. I walked to the door, closed it.

“Interesting…” I looked over to the voice. Ulquiorra was standing there. His pale looking face, with those green marks crying down his face was just enough to make me think he was a clown. ‘Damn, emo boy…’ I thought while staring.

“What you want?” I snarled at him.

“Just walking by…” His emotionless face was staring at me. I made a tch noise.

“Well, emo boy, I’m going so don’t slow me down with your bull shit!!” I passed him.

“Wasn’t planning on it… but keep your eyes on your little pet…” I twirled to punch him, but he disappeared.

“What the hell?” I stood there for a second before walking back to my room.

My room wasn’t to far from that room. I stopped at my door, the six was indication that it was mine. I opened it. My room was plain, as always. White couch, white loveseat, a table in-between the two. The carpet under the table, couch, and loveseat was also white. ‘This room gets duller by the moment.’ I walked in, setting Ichigo on my couch. I walked to the door, going off the side of my room. Leading into the bathroom, with the toys.

Ichigo’s POV

My throbbing head woke me. I slowly lifted myself up, gripping my head. I winced a bit from the pain in my head. I released my head from my hand and looked up.

“Where am I?” I whispered, but still panicking.

The plain ordinary room was new to my eyes. I looked at the table, while noticing my clothes. ‘I-I’m still in human form?’ I gripped my clothes lifting them away. I sat up right, head down fingers gliding through my hair. I heard a rush of water from near by. I looked up over at the white door on the side of the room. I got. I slowly walked up to it. Knowing I shouldn’t, but I was too curious. I went up to it, at least three feet away and it opened. I stood there face to face with a tall, teal-haired man with a jaw mask. I stood staring into his blue eyes, lost.

“Your awake?” I shuddered and took one step back before turning and running. But, when I did I was faced with him again. “Where you going?” he walked up to me. I backed away.

I was backed against a wall. I was pushing the wall hoping it would move or it wasn’t really there. My eyes were full of fear. I couldn’t really defeated him, to per say. I have to admit, I’m scared senseless. This man scares me by my wildest dreams. Even though, there is somewhere deep down that wants me to be held by him. There was a warm breath against my neck. I came back out of my thoughts.

“Spacing out? About what? Me?” Grimmjow questioned me. He slightly blew a breath into my ear. I flinched and tried to escape. He grabbed my wrist. “Where you think your going?” I looked out to the side.

“What do you want with me?!” I snapped at him. He looked at me before answering you.

“You…” I looked at him, tilting my head slightly.

“What? I don’t understand! You try to kill me and now you are wanting me? Are you going to kill me in your own room to remember who you fought? Do you do this to ever--” He covered my mouth with his hand. I tried to pry it away.

“You ask too many damn questions! Just shut up and listen.” I stopped struggling. “I. Want. You. Simple.” He let go of my mouth. We stared at each other for a moment.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“For god’s sake!” He grabbed my face and caught my lips with his.

Once again I was swept into this feeling. I try to get away, but he only grabbed my wrists putting them above my head. I soon gave in and relaxed a little. Leaning into the kiss. His wet tongue licked the bottom of my lip. I denied access. The side of me, that doesn’t trust him, arose from deep under. I struggled once more. He did not give up. Instead he released me. My hands dropped to my side. He turned to walk towards the couch. He sat. Hands behind his head, leg crossed. I stood there speechless. Then something took over, this time it was loneliness. ‘What is wrong with me? Do… Do I love him? That’s impossible! He-He tried to kill me! But he didn’t…’ My head swarmed. My head started to throb again. ‘That pill… what was it?’

“So, the drug hasn’t worn off yet?” I looked up.

He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking straight forward. I was starting to breath deep. Panting. My body felt weak.

“Come sit, before you pass out.” I obeyed, sort of. I walked over to the loveseat. Sitting across from him. I plopped myself onto the white, comfortable area. He stared at me for quite some time. I stared back of course. He gave me a look. Mean, but kind. I felt guilt rise up. I don’t know why.

“Come over here…” I whispered. He smirked, got up and came over to where I was. He lifted my head, sat, then put it back into his lap. I did not reject to this action. I laid there, not thinking.

“You should sleep.” I sort of tensed, but relaxed. I nodded. He ran his fingers through my hair. I slowly closed my eyes shut.

Grimmjow’s POV

‘Why can’t I torture him?’ I continued to twirl his hair. ‘I have these toys, and I can’t even use them! What is wrong with me? Have I gone soft? Why is it that I have become calm around him? … I don’t understand any of this…’ I stared aimlessly at him. ‘Why?’