Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Comparisons ❯ Admirers ( Chapter 4 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

Admirers

 

Grimmjow felt smug, and he liked the feeling. Rarely did he face the occasion where he had outsmarted someone who believed he was superior to Grimmjow. He'd tracked his quarry and he was sure he hadn't been noticed; otherwise Ichimaru would have challenged him or shown he was aware he was being tailed. Following him, he strutted slightly, as much as he could while skulking, to the run down area where that strange shop was located. It took little effort to keep out of sight and he wondered why the guy wanted to visit this place. The shop looked pretty seedy and the cat that wandered inside was not immediately kicked out. Musing, Grimmjow noticed it seemed odd how closely the cat followed the man, almost human in the intent. What sort of food shop would allow animals inside? Maybe there was a problem with mice or rats which made the shop even less appealing. Not that he really cared; he did not need to eat. Sometimes he would try food, just for something different, but it did not really interest him. As long as he could absorb spirit particles he was reasonable happy, but he preferred to absorb them from living beings than from the air in Hueco Mundo. Fresh from the source seemed more satisfying and the flavours varied depending on the people and the types of emotion they were experiencing. The human world had shown him that much, but he didn't want to just suck them in like Yami. The idiot had no real appreciation of the different nuances, just preferred quantity to quality. Grimmjow preferred to savour the different tastes and textures.

 

Waiting outside he noticed that a few people glanced in his direction as if sensing, but not seeing him. How did they notice him? He thought he was hiding his presence pretty well. While he waited no one else entered the shop and he wondered what was taking they guy so long. He'd been so cautious when he left that he was sure he was going to meet the woman, but why would he want to meet her here? This was not exactly a place for a love tryst but maybe his prey was here for another reason.

 

Suddenly he realised that he couldn't sense Ichimaru's reiatsu, it had been dampened down abruptly. “What the hell did the guy do? It's so much fainter, but I can still feel it. Did he hope to fool me? Does he think I'm new at this? I can't get over the arrogance of the guy,” Grimmjow did not even consider the irony of his thoughts.

 

Waiting a few minutes he began to follow the faint traces of reiatsu, trying to shield his, believing in the importance of following Ichimaru. Maybe the guy was plotting against Aizen, not that Grimmjow really cared. He didn't like the way Aizen dictated everyone's actions and exerted control over him and he was the reason Grimmjow had lost his arm. If Ichimaru took over from Aizen, would that make the situation in Las Noches better or worse, or if there was a coup would that distract those traitors long enough for the Arrancar to band together and get rid of the Shinigami? There would be no planning, no more boring meetings where they had to listen to each other talk about rubbish. He preferred the anarchy of being able to make his own decisions, not needing to consult with anyone about the actions he took.

 

At first it had been exciting to have the new form, the power, and the ability to best others so easily, but now he was bored. He liked going to the human world and stirring up trouble, he liked watching the orange haired idiot try to beat him and fail each time; that was the fun part, but the rest of it was pretty uninteresting. He wanted to fight, not stand around waiting for someone to tell him what to do and the loss of his arm had affected him more than he was ready to admit. That was one of the reasons he had followed Ichimaru, it would really annoy the guy and even if he was here with Aizen's full knowledge, he wanted to make certain that it wouldn't have a bad result for him. He'd really hoped that the man would lead him to the female Shinigami in the picture. If he did, then he might be able to listen into their conversation or even try his luck. It wasn't that he intended to blackmail Ichimaru, but if he knew something that he could use against the man, it might make life just a little more interesting. Then he could get the assurance that he wasn't undersized in any way.

 

Once, when he'd found out a dirty little secret of Ulquiorra's, life had been a little more interesting, but somehow the green eyed creep had managed to explain it away to Aizen. All the same the three days that he had the upper hand had meant he had made him do all the things requested by Aizen while he'd lounged around criticising his efforts. If Ulquiorra had the same opportunity Grimmjow was certain he would exploit it.

 

Faintly he could feel the reiatsu of his prey and followed it discreetly. The guy was on the move, he'd probably used a different door to exit, which was only to be expected.

 

 

Carrying a box of chocolates and map, he felt that everyone was looking at him. Why had he succumbed to the combined persuasion of Urahara and Yoruichi he did not know, but it was highly probably that he would not have been permitted to leave the shop unless he bought something. That a former Captain could be so mercenary was a surprise, that they actually convinced him to buy a present for the woman he loved amused him. He never gave her presents and wondered how she would react.

 

Gin could feel Grimmjow follow him. It had taken a little time before the Arrancar had noticed he had left, which reassured him that the gigai did suppress reiatsu, but not fully. Grimmjow knew he was here and was probably searching for the traces of his presence, but it would probably be enough to conceal him from Ichigo and any other would be heroes. He didn't feel in the mood for fighting, even though the confrontation with Grimmjow was inevitable, it could be delayed. As he walked quickly toward the hotel, sunglasses concealing his eyes, he felt another spiritual pressure that he recognised slightly but had not expected to find in the human world, or anywhere. Something distinctly strange was happening. He'd have to talk it over with Ran.

 

Swiftly he went to the room number they had agreed upon and knocked gently on the door. The door was opened rapidly and Ran stood there, more beautiful than he remembered. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the room, slamming the door behind him as she locked her arms around his neck and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her in return, inhaling her fragrance, feeling her soft hair caress his cheek as her warm mouth opened to him. It had been too long since he'd held her.

 

“You're late Gin. I expected you before this,” Ran said softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. He wanted to kiss her again, but holding her this close was another contact he desired. Her body moulded against his and he could feel himself stir as her soft breasts pressed against him.

 

“Urahara was acting strangely. I never know what's going on in that man's mind, and I was followed by an admirer of yours. I'll have to do something about him before we do anything.” His lips tilted in a genuine smile as he stood there, feeling a moment of joy at being with Ran once more. “Yoruichi made me buy you these,” he said and gave her the box of chocolates.

 

Ran looked stunned for a moment. “You're giving me a present? Why?”

 

“Urahara wouldn't let me leave unless I bought something. Now I owe him money. Yoruichi said you liked these,” her reaction made Gin feel slightly off balance. He watched as she examined the box and then placed it on the table.

 

A smile lit her face. “Chocolates! Gin, anyone would think you cared.” She kissed him fervently and he made a mental note that maybe the present giving was not a bad idea if it caused this reaction. His hands itched to remove her clothing.

 

Removing her mouth from his, Ran looked at him with an air of concern. “I was followed by an admirer also, but she's not an admirer of yours or mine. Aizen's little plaything followed me here and she seems very confused. I thought she was still unconscious from when he tried to kill her, but somehow she woke up and followed me here. Why she chose to follow me or even guessed I was meeting you is easily explained. It's amazing how she managed to escape from 4th Division in her weakened condition and that she managed to conceal her reiatsu and track me in her weakened state; or maybe it was my fault for not being as observant as I normally try to be. I only worked out she'd followed me when I arrived. I've shoved her in the wardrobe because she came in here babbling about how she guessed I was meeting you and that you had to take her to Aizen immediately. I contacted my Captain to let him know in case it caused an uproar and he offered to come and collect her, but I told him I'd bring her back with me. He felt guilty because he thinks he may have told Momo about this meeting while she was unconscious. He talks to her trying to get some reaction, but she just sleeps. Maybe she is hearing what he says. I also promised I wouldn't let her out of my sight. Technically she is out of my sight in the wardrobe, but I couldn't stand looking at her, particularly after she tried to seduce you. Should we let in our other uninvited guest? I can feel his reiatsu outside the door, even though he's trying to conceal it. Hold on Gin, he's pretty strong. I'll open the door, you do whatever is necessary.”

 

Gin sighed. Taking any action meant he would have to let her leave his arms but Ran was right. All he really wanted to do was spend time alone with her, preferably naked, and now they had to cope with two unwelcome idiots. He prepared the kido as Ran opened the door and he stunned Grimmjow before he could utter a word or deflect the spell. The Arrancar fell to the floor, bound by the spell with a look of mixed disbelief and rage on his face. Grunting slightly, Gin hoisted him into the wardrobe next to the still restrained Momo. “Keep quiet and don't try to struggle free. We'll deal with you later, but at the moment you're not important,” he said casually and closed the door firmly.

 

“I hope we don't have any other unexpected visitors. That wardrobe is becoming rather full and we'd have to get another room to put them. Do you want another room for these ones so we can be private?” Gin preferred this idea. Private time meant just that; no people listening or being present.

 

Ran kissed him again and ran her hands slowly through Gin's thick silver hair as his hands gripped her by the waist. The longer the kiss lasted, the less Gin felt like considering the other people in the room. Ran stopped the kiss and looked at him seriously, but with a glint in her eye. “I came here to see you, alone. We'll worry about them later because we'll have to do something with them. I'll try the Shinigami memory replacement on them and if that doesn't work we'll talk to Urahara. He would probably have some devious method to silence them.”

 

Gin cast a quick spell on the wardrobe to ensure that the pair inside would hear nothing of their conversation. It wasn't always a successful spell, but this time he was in a hurry as he started to undress the woman in front of him. Ran smiled and returned the favour, removing Gin's clothes rapidly her fingers touching his skin before she removed the next item. Once they were naked she leant against him and he embraced her wanting to feel her pressed against him.

 

“It's too far to the bed,” she murmured.

 

“Is it? Maybe you're right,” he said as he caught her in his arms and threw her on the bed which was centimetres from where they were standing. She landed and bounced slightly as he watched.

 

She laughed throatily as she landed and beckoned him to come closer. “Let's forget the report for the moment. We have other affairs to consider.”

 

Author's Note:

 

I'm back. Again my muse is causing me concern with her continual urging to try something different. This time I travelled to Jordan, Egypt and Israel, but she has denied that was what she meant. I begin to hear an element of frustration in her voice.

 

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MS