Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Comparisons ❯ Close to Me ( Chapter 5 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

Warning: Indecent words, thoughts and deeds ahead.

 

Close to Me

 

“What the frig are they doing, putting me in a cupboard with a freaking Shinigami. How did they know I was there? I thought I'd hidden my reiatsu really well. Does that mean Ichimaru knew I was following him all the time? Why didn't he do or say anything? Did he plan to put me in the wardrobe?” Even as he thought this, Grimmjow noticed that while he could not move he seemed to be moving, falling in fact, falling onto the female Shinigami in the wardrobe. He could see she noticed and was frantically trying to move away, but the kido held strong and Grimmjow found he was firmly pressed against her.

 

“Get off me,” she said through lips stiffened by the binding spell. “Stop touching me.”

 

“I don't want to freaking touch you,” Grimmjow replied through his petrified lips.

 

“But you are touching me. I don't want you to touch me,” the female was insistent.

 

“Tough. I can't move so you'll have to fucking put up with it, unless you can move,” Grimmjow wondered why he was pointing about the bleeding obvious to this Shinigami.

 

She was silent for a moment. “I don't approve of bad language and I can't move. You fell deliberately didn't you? You want to get close to me like all men do. Don't deny it,”

 

Grimmjow wished he could deny it, or push her away. Being pressed close to her had led to a tangible reaction. If he was bound tightly by the spell, why didn't it freeze all his parts? He didn't really want her; it was just a response to being in close proximity to another person. Being close to Shinigami's made him want to feed off their spiritual essence, but bound as he was he couldn't. It was frustrating and infuriating. Even if he hadn't fallen on her, there wasn't much room inside the cupboard to get away from her.

 

“Shut up, idiot. I want to hear what's going on in the room. Why are you here anyway? Why did you follow the woman?” Grimmjow was torn. He wanted to know what was going on, but he wanted to know who this person was.

 

“I followed Ran here because I want to see Captain Aizen. I thought that woman would be meeting someone who could take me to him. I don't want to be in the Seireitei without him. I was his lieutenant and I don't want to serve under anyone else,” the female explained.

 

Grimmjow wondered what it would be like to have her serve under him. His body was betraying him in more ways than one. No matter how much he rejected the idea he could feel the reiatsu outside spiking which excited him and the woman was soft and felt yielding underneath him.

 

“I know your Aizen. I know him very well,” Grimmjow muttered. If he cajoled her she might become more accommodating and he wanted her to oblige him. Dimly he remembered Ichimaru mentioning something to Aizen once about his former assistant captain, something about how compliant she was with the man, how he could make her do anything he wished. This must be the person he was talking about.

 

“You know my Captain? Is he well? Does he miss me? Will you take me to him? ” the Shinigami became very excited by this admission and seemed to ignore everything else, waiting for him to answer. Her resistance against him seemed to ease and he found that his stimulation was increasing.

 

“Aizen is fine. Being indulged, I mean served, by all the Arrancar and Espada. I can't take you to him while that jerk Ichimaru has got me bound like this. It's not possible; but if you do a favour for me, I might return the favour.” If she was as gullible as Ichimaru suggested, maybe he could have some fun.

 

“What's an Arrancar or an Espada? I've never heard of them. Are they Hollows?” The voice asking the question did not seem very interested. “And why do you only have one arm? Were you born deformed?”

 

Hissing through his teeth at the insult, Grimmjow resisted the desire to bit her ear in punishment. “I am former Espada 6, Grimmjow Jaggerjack but now I suppose I'm an Arrancar. My arm was removed on the orders of your Captain for some crappy reason. Are you always this bloody rude?”

 

“So what is an Espada? You still haven't answered my question. If your arm was removed because Captain Aizen ordered it to be so, I'm sure he had a good reason. He's always right, but I wish he hadn't left me behind,” she sounded pathetic.

 

In a few curt words Grimmjow explained about the Espada and Arrancar. He didn't provide much detail because he believed the ditz who was in the wardrobe with him wouldn't be able to understand. “What's your name, anyway?” He thought he was being very courteous in asking.

 

“I'm Assistant Captain Momo Hinamori,” she said proudly.

 

“Okay Momo, about that favour you want from me. As I said I'll do you a favour if you do me a favour.”

 

Suspicion flared in her eyes. “You should call me Assistant Captain, not Momo. That's too familiar. Favour, what sort of favour? I don't do favours for people unless Captain Aizen asks me.”

 

Grimmjow chuckled, delighted at the stupidity of the person trapped with him. How anyone could revere that guy the way this ninny did was beyond funny. “I'm sure your Aizen wouldn't mind. He'd probably be happy that you helped me escape from this wardrobe. I mean he had the stones to get away from the Shinigami, he'd probably want you to help me.”

 

He could feel her breath on his cheek. They were so close now he couldn't see her face as his body was tight against hers and his face was looking over her shoulder. The kido was still holding, but he thought it was loosening a little.

 

“You're being disrespectful about my Captain,” she whined.

 

Feeling a surge of anger mixing with lust, Grimmjow thought before he spoke. “I was saying I admired the guy. Listen, I thought there were ways to cancel kido.”

 

The female was silent. Why had she suddenly gone quiet?

 

“You want me, don't you?” There was a combination of disgust, pride and another emotion in the voice.

 

“Don't flatter yourself. It's only because of what's happening outside and because you're pushed against me. Normally, I wouldn't look at you twice. Who would?” He wondered why it had taken her so long to notice.

 

“My Captain!” was the furious reply. “My Captain and I are close.”

 

“Yeah, so close he left you behind. Would it make you feel better if I said I'm interested? Would you let me do anything about it?” Why muck around? He may as well ask. If he could free himself he wouldn't need to ask, he'd just take, but he still preferred the woman with Gin. She was far tastier, but he knew his chances with her would be limited. He may as well secure what he might get.

 

His wardrobe companion was silent. Grimmjow tested the strength of the binding again. It was definitely getting weaker, but it still held. Closing his eyes he flexed his muscles hard, feeling the bonds give a little further.

 

“Will you promise to take me to Captain Aizen if… if I let you do it? You won't tell him, or anyone else, will you?” The small voice and reluctance were cute and if Grimmjow cared, he might have been touched. “I know he sent me to sleep with Captain Ichimaru, but he said he didn't want me, and then my Captain sent me to a few other Captains and Assistant Captains, but that meant nothing. They only used my body, the ones who accepted for what they wanted. It never took long. He didn't send me to all of them, just the ones he thought might be susceptible. Captain Ichimaru wasn't nor was Captain Zaraki. Both of them just laughed at me and sent me away. I want to be with my Captain. I can't stand it when I don't feel his reiatsu. I love him so much and he's the only one who understands me. They,” she said trying to jerk her head toward the door, “have to let us go. They can't keep us in this wardrobe forever.”

 

Grimmjow felt a sudden reserve coming over him. “How many Shinigami had you?” He'd originally thought that only Aizen had used the girl.

 

She hesitated before answering. “Aside from Captain Aizen, four men, Captains and Assistant Captains. I only had to let them have me once and I didn't enjoy it, but I pretended I did. I sort of like it when Captain Aizen takes me to bed.”

 

Grimmjow choked slightly. “What do you mean sort of? Don't you enjoy it?”

 

“Not really. He told me that I would if I tried different people and that it takes time, but I mainly like being close to him,” the voice sounded sad, but Grimmjow ignored that his mind working furiously. Aizen took pleasure in humiliating and controlling him and if could make this girl enjoy sex, that would be one up on Aizen who couldn't, or wouldn't.

 

What was happening outside the room became less important to his new objective. He'd have the girl here and then capture Gin and have to woman while making Gin watch. That would hurt Gin and that's what he wanted, to hurt and destroy all the Shinigami who had invaded his world and turned it into something else.

 

Testing the strength of the binding spell he noticed it had weakened considerably. “Probably Ichimaru is too busy with the woman to keep the spell up. Probably wants to keep something else up,” he thought as he bent to press his mouth against the girls'. She flinched back from the contact.

 

“Look Mono. Just relax. We're doing each other favours and I'll try to make you like it. It's not like you've never done this before.” Grimmjow felt a little piqued by her reaction.

 

“My name is Momo, not Mono and I don't want to kiss whatever you are. Just do it and get it over with.” She said her eyes squeezed tight and her whole body tense against him, rejecting him while her mouth urged him on.

 

This was not what he wanted. He wasn't surprised the other people, aside from Aizen had only wanted her once. Taking his time, he began to try some of those things he'd used before on Halibel. Momo tensed even more, becoming almost rigid as he grudgingly tried to get some reaction that wasn't negative. Giving up his hands grazed the insides of her arms and suddenly she relaxed slightly.

 

“This girl is weird,” he thought as he dragged his nails slowly down her arms again, noticing her response.

 

“That's nice,” Momo said diffidently. She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously.

 

“Is it?” said Grimmjow. He began to try other unusual places to touch her and soon she was sighing and pressing her body against his. He wondered how long he would have to keep playing with her before she kissed him.

 

“No wonder no one got a reaction from her,” he thought. “If I could get out of here I wouldn't have taken the time to try this.”

 

Momo moved her mouth up to his and began to kiss him. Very soon both their hakama were on the floor of the wardrobe and they were enthusiastically `trading favours'; too enthusiastically. The door of the wardrobe was not built for that kind of stress.

 

Her eyes shut and her breath quickening, Momo was responding the way Grimmjow had hoped, her mild whimpers of pleasure encouraging him, when the door burst open and they fell on the floor of the hotel room. Grimmjow froze, not willing to get up and be subject to any taunts from the former Captain.

 

“What the hell is going on?” Ichimaru said starting from the bed. Opening his eyes Grimmjow saw the reason for the insult which had started this chain of events. Suddenly he didn't wonder why Ichimaru had been complacent about the woman not wanting anyone else and instinctively he covered Momo's eyes so she couldn't see and compare.

 

Gin grabbed a towel and slung it around his waist, while the woman covered herself with a sheet.

 

“Gin, maybe we should get them a room. I think they're a little too occupied to worry about us at the moment,” she laughed.

 

“Ran, you're too kind hearted. Just because they're busy at the moment doesn't mean anything. You don't know this Arrancar and I don't trust Aizen's lapdog,” The smile was on Gin's face as normal, but the words were harsh.

 

“Please Captain Ichimaru. I promise not to say anything if you don't tell my Captain,” Momo murmured gently.

 

“And I want to finish what I started,” Grimmjow demanded.

 

“So do I,” said Ran quietly. “It was getting to the interesting part.” The look she directed to Ichimaru was full of unsated desire.

 

He caught the glance and gave her a genuine smile. “Yeah, it was.” He looked around the room and then said, “If you don't mind a little bit of the illegal, we can coax the lock to the interconnecting room to open and you can have that.” He levelled a glance at Grimmjow who was still lying on the floor on top of Momo. “You can't blackmail me about this, nor I you. He won't be happy to hear you've been playing with his little doll without permission. Oh, get up. It feels inappropriate to talk to you like this. If you're embarrassed we'll occupy ourselves so you can cover your modesty, but remember I've seen all of it before, Grimmjow.”

 

“But you haven't seen me,” said Momo.

 

“Through choice,” Gin shot back turning around as he had spoke. He went and sat down next to Ran, kissing her, obviously not caring what the Arrancar and Shinigami saw.

 

Grimmjow and Momo parted and quickly scrambled back into their clothes.

 

“Truce, Ichimaru. We've both got too much to lose,” Grimmjow offered once he was covered.

 

“Fine. We'll talk later,” was the response. He uttered a kido spell and the door to the room next door sprang open.

 

“But you're betraying Captain Aizen,” Momo complained, her face twisted into a mask of concern.

 

Three pairs of eyes looked at her. “Captain Aizen? Are you kidding me, Momo? You were just rolling around the floor with an Arrancar, obviously willing and now you're worried about Aizen?” Ran was smiling in amusement at the girl's cupidity.

 

Grimmjow was not happy. The girl was forgetting about him and that was insulting. Moving close behind her he ran his nails down the inside of her arms once more and she relaxed against him. “Maybe it's not so important,” she sighed. “I'll think about it later.”

 

Taking her by the hand, Grimmjow led her to the next room. Soon they were enthusiastically `trading favours once more and Momo seemed to forget about Aizen for moments at a time.

 

 

“I don't know, Gin. I think I'll have to wipe her memory. It seems a pity because I think she might be enjoying herself for the first time, but I can't trust her. We've got to maintain the secrecy.” Ran was lying on her back as Gin rested his head on her chest. He was idly rubbing his fingers over her skin, still feeling the effect of their recent lovemaking.

 

“Do what you think best with the girl. We've got to meet more often. Maybe I could abduct you and….”

 

“Bad idea. I need to stay as your conduit to the Seireitei. I have heard some talk of a mission being sent to the world to help Ichigo. If I joined that and you can sort out a way of visiting more often that would work,” Ran said as her hands stroked his face.

 

Once again she was making plans that would please both of them. “Do you think I can trust the Arrancar?” He was uncertain.

 

“I get the feeling he trusts Aizen less than you. He might even end up as a sort of ally if he wants Aizen out. You've both now got a hold over each other and you were right about his size. He isn't really large,” Ran chuckled as she made the observation.

 

“You were looking at him while I was kissing you?” Gin felt outraged. She was supposed to be concentrating on him.

 

“You told me about him. I was curious. Don't worry, he's no competition to you,” her hands were demonstrating how little he had to worry about the Arrancar.

 

“Yeah, I suppose you're right,” he agreed.

 

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Epilogue:

 

Ran wiped Momo's memory. When Momo finally became conscious, while the Hitsugaya mission was in the human world, she was very confused and all the events were jumbled in her mind.

 

Ran and Gin continued to meet until the Hitsugaya mission was forced to return to the Seireitei after the abduction of Orihime Inoue. She attempted to gain inclusion into the mission that was sent to Hueco Mundo but was denied permission by the Captain General.

 

Grimmjow and Gin formed an uneasy alliance. Neither of them was liked by most of the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo. They made plans how they could weaken Aizen's hold on power and made subtle efforts to assist the invaders.

 

Grimmjow occasionally thinks of Momo.

 

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Author's Note:

 

The title for this chapter comes from the song Close to Me by The Cure. The video for this song takes place inside a wardrobe and it seemed appropriate.

 

This story is now complete. It was a strange experiment, and my ideas for this one have now been explored. I never expected to feel sympathy for Momo. Normally I just find her irritating, but my muse interfered, again. I had to finish this by an epilogue because I wanted it to end. Five chapters for one silly idea is enough.

 

MS