Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MrAZ 
Ulquiorra was the one who seemed most interested in her. But this one...this new one. Quite interesting indeed.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 994 | Status: Completed
Ulquiorra was the one who seemed most interested in her. But this one...this new one. Quite interesting indeed.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 994 | Status: Completed
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That made two big breasted females that were now within the walls of Las Noches as prisoner. The younger chick didn't interest Grimmjow all that much... She'd done a decent job on restoring his arm, and his seis and for that he was grateful. As grateful as Grimmjow ever was. The look on her face when he'd killed Luppi with his restored arm had been delicious but other than that? No interest.
Ulquiorra was the one who seemed most interested in her, escorting her to and from Aizen's chambers when she was called. Grimmjow really hadn't seen her since her welcome in the main chamber.
But this one... this new one. Quite interesting indeed.
Grimmjow didn't know much about her, other than some details of her capture, but he knew that Tousen was beside himself to have her here and still alive. And well, frankly, Grimmjow thought with a grin, anything that bugged Tousen was interesting to him.
Standing before the door leading to her chamber, he pressed his hand against the pad set into the stone wall. "Grimmjow Jaggerjack," he said, initiating the lock mechanism sealing the door. An ingenious invention, not that Grimmjow cared about such things. But the woman, and the chick, making it so whatever prisoners they had would only stand a chance of even getting out of their room if they had recognizable hollow reiatsu.
The key registering, the door slid open and Grimmjow stepped into Rangiku's cell. "Cell" being a loose term as it was as comfortable as the human girl's.
There was no reason to say, Rangiku wasn't as prideful in confinement as she was when free to roam. Pushing herself from reclining on the overly large bed, she glanced at her visitor.
Cocky, confident and with a swagger that proved he was just as full of himself as the rest of her jailers. The bony jaw was unsettling as was the horrendous power of his tainted reiatsu emanating from the creature. Powerful in every conceivable fashion. Her eyes took him in from the top of his aqua-hued hair to the toes of his black tabi leaving nothing unexamined save his back. Her gaze returned to the large hole in his abdomen before returning to his cruel blue eyes.
Rangiku's own eyes narrowed and rolled haughtily before she gave him her back once more. Dropping back onto the bed, she stared at the wall hoping that her visitor would just go away.
Grimmjow reached back to press his hand against the door, reactivating the seal in the same way, before he stepped further into the room. He wasn't about to piss Aizen off and risk losing his arm and rank again by letting her escape. Not that she could get by him. Grimmjow didn't even have his zanpakuto at his side, not feeling he needed it.
"No attempts at escape? That's good. Ya just may be smarter than ya look, shinigami. Ya may live to the dawn if you keep this up." Stopping in the middle of the room, he took in her reiatsu and cocked his head to the side, eyeing her. "You're familiar."
A soft short laugh came from the bed, but the blonde didn't move nor did she turn to acknowledge the arrancar further. "You have a funny way of respecting your dead comrades, creature. I at least take the time to remember the name of any man or hollow who has taken my friends from me." She rolled onto her back, smiling with that same haughty air. "I killed Nakeim."
"Nakeim was a weak fool. Just a step above Di Roy," Grimmjow said with a nasty grin and a roll of his shoulder. "No I know where I know you from. You were the chick Luppi and Trepadora took such a liking to. And the name's Grimmjow Jaggerjack. Or Sexta Espada if yer one of those shinigami who doesn't wanna acknowledge an arrancar with a name."
At the mention of the name, Rangiku shuddered though not with fear but with repulsion. The difference showed as much in her face. "I can't wait to kill him too, the pig."
Oh so she didn't like Luppi did she? That was all right by him. Of course he knew all the shinigami hated all arrancar, but she'd chosen a good one to especially hate. "Sorry ta disappoint. He's already dead."
"Pity." Rolling once more onto her side, she did her best to ignore the man in the room, hoping he would just go away.
For being so interesting in theory she was being awfully boring. Grimmjow didn't do well when bored, it made him want to go bloody things up. But Aizen hadn't authorized bloodying up of the prisoner, ch'. If he'd wanted that, he would have had the Exequias retrieve her and escort her to her cell. "So what was yer grand plan in comin' here anyway, shinigami."
"It seems as if I didn't have a choice in the matter, creature." She rolled over to face him. "Seems like one of your bosses is bored of his play things so wanted an old one back." Rangiku smirked. "I should be honored right?"
"What'd I tell ya 'bout that creature shit, woman? I'm not a fluffy bunny or some unrecognizable deep-sea creature. Arrancar. A-rran-car."
"Should it matter?"
"Just think ya should recognize the threat to yer kind as what it is."
She laughed, the back of her hand covering her mouth a bit as she did. "Threat. Please. You can't even handle yourself against a boy of fifteen who is not even a true shinigami."
"Yer one to talk, woman," Grimmjow said, taking a threatening step closer to the bed she lounged on. "I wasn't the one to get wrapped up and nearly raped by someone who wasn't even real Espada. An' I can handle myself just fine against him. People just keep interrupting when the fun's getting started."
Her eyes narrowed at the taunt as she sat up in the bed. "I could have handled myself just fine," she mocked back at him using a petulant tone.
"Couldja? I heard about that day. Luppi kept ya and three others busy while Yammy and Wonderwyce just sat idly by. Chasin' butterflies. That's the threat ya pose to the Espada."
Reaching behind her, Rangiku grabbed the pillow and threw it at the man. "Shut the hell up, you bastard!"
Now she was less boring. She was all pissy, fiery, riled up. He almost envied Luppi for getting to fight this woman, while he was off chasing the kid. There was little Grimmjow liked more than getting under someone's skin. It was just in his personality. Getting under this woman's skin was more fun because there were no holds barred since she was a shinigami, not another arrancar.
Catching the pillow, he tossed it on one of the oversized chairs with a grin. "So which of these 'bosses' were ya talkin' about? I know not Tousen."
"No not him." She calmed herself but still her eyes blazed with a dangerous fire.
"Not Aizen-sama. He left his favorite shinigami play thing in a pool of blood." He quirked a grin. "Ichimaru then, huh?"
Again Rangiku found herself wishing for some sort of weapon to stab that grin off his face. Rather than answer him she turned her head away and refused to look at him.
"So where is he? He hasn't made a single comment 'bout ya bein' here."
"Get out." She said calmly at first and then quiet suddenly she repeated herself in a scream, "Get out!!!"
He just grinned and instead of leaving, dropped himself into one of the large chairs. Why Aizen had such a liking to oversized furniture, he had no idea. "Nah."
She grabbed one pillow and chucked it, which was followed by several more until the bed was devoid of them. Spent of her energy, she fell face first into the bed and screamed.
Each pillow was caught and tossed lazily on the floor, the arrancar laughing idly as he did it. The most comfortable pillow he kept, tucking behind his head. "Ya done yet? Hit a sore point did I?"
"Why are you here?" Taking a deep steadying breath she shifted to lie on her back and stared up at the stark white ceiling. "Why won't you leave me alone?"
"I'm bored. And wanna know why Aizen is lettin' ya be here alive. The chick I get. He has plans fer her." Grimmjow rolled his shoulder. Why he was curious he wasn't sure. It passed the time. He could only spend so much training, and watching Ulquiorra deadpan at Noitra while Noitra came onto him. Or whatever Noitra did when he loomed over the diminutive arrancar. Grimmjow cared not to think about it.
She sighed and tipped her head back to stare at the arrancar. "I told you. I was captured for whatever use Gin has of me. Probably because the pussy around here ain't to his liking so he'd rather have one he's used to."
"Ain't that charmin'. Should I go an' tell him his pussy's waitin' fer him?"
"He probably already knows." She shrugged.
Standing up from the chair with a lazy stretch of his limbs, Grimmjow took another look around the cell. "Ya know you and the chick should prolly switch cells. Hers looks more like the harem. If that's really what ye'r here fer."
That made her laugh. "Really? Not that it matters. I probably won't get 'called' for months."
A flicker of something went across Grimmjow's face, breaking his amused grin, but it faded quickly enough. Eh. What did he care what Ichimaru did or didn't do with the prisoner? Aizen allowed it. It wasn't as if they were keeping the orange haired kid here, locked in a room not to be harmed or contacted. That would drive Grimmjow crazy. "Have fun passin' tha time then. The chick watches the moon phases... tha's really all there is fer ya ta do. Be glad Ichimaru wants ya and Aizen-sama permits it. Or ya'd be dead now."
"I think I'd prefer that to this, honestly." Sitting up she looked down at herself. She still wore her shihakushou. It felt strangely out of place in this room of pristine white. It felt rather bulky and heavy in this tepid and dry climate as well. "Don't suppose, Orihime-chan got a change of clothes did she? Or should I just stay here naked with my legs spread and await the inevitable?"
"Beats me, I dunno how thin's are between ya an' Ichimaru." Heading toward the door and giving the woman his back without fear, he glanced over his shoulder at her question. A thin brow quirking up. "Ya want a change'a clothes like the chick got? Yea... I can arrange fer someone to send one down."
She smirked. "Please. I suppose wearing something rather than nothing would at least make my status here less apparent."
"An' give Tousen less of a show. He watches a lot'a the monitors around Las Noches when the whim hits him." A sneer crossed Grimmjow's lips at the mention of Tousen, even if he was the one to bring up the man.
"He's blind. As if he'd care," retorted the blonde.
"They're special monitors that somehow distort the reiatsu to give him a clear image, as if he had his vision." Why was he telling the prisoner this? Not like it mattered if the enemy side knew they had security.
She shrugged and slid off the edge of the bed, giving her back to the man, and keeping the bed between them. "Fascinating really. So there's a chance he's watching right now?" Rangiku laughed and untied the sash of her robes and began peeling the garment away.
"There is that chance, ya. Since I'm in here with'cha, likely. Tryin' to see if I put a toe outta line to snitch on me." Grimmjow said and turned to face the woman, leaning against the wall. His eyebrow quirked again as she started to undress. "So ya goin' the lay naked, legs spread route?"
Laughing she glanced at Grimmjow from over her shoulder. "Hardly. I'm assuming there are amenities tucked away somewhere in this room? I was hoping for a bath."
"A bath ya only decided ya wanted after I toldja Tousen could be watchin' ya. Ye'r weird, shinigami," he said but did give a nod over what appeared to be a blank wall near the chair.
"I simply felt I need a bath. I don't care if he's watching or not." She smirked after the hakama fell. Quietly she walked over to the wall, wearing only the top and touched it. It rippled briefly before disappearing entirely revealing a small intimate bathroom. "Nice. Didn't expect this place to be so accommodating."
Again the arrancar's shoulders rose and fell in a mild shrug. His blue eyes following her. "All'a Las Noches looks like this. What'dja expect, a slab of wood to sleep on and chains on yer wrist?"
"Honestly? Tents and shacks, but yes on the chains." She laughed and ducked inside the room not bothering to figure out how to close the door, and frankly she didn't think it could be from this side of the opening.
"Tents and shacks?" Grimmjow gave a derisive snort and crossed his arms over his chest. Even though he hadn't been one of the builders, he had to admit he had a bit of pride in Las Noches. The entire structure a show of Aizen's power and plans. The thought of Aizen holed up in some shanty in Hueco Mundo...
Tossing the last bit of clothing at the arrancar, she called out. "If you're just going to stand there and gawk, at least be of use and wash my back."
He let the remainder of her clothing drop to the floor but didn't take his eyes off of her. Shinigami or not, he had to acknowledge that she was one of the few people who could rival the bust of a certain member to the Espada. He snorted softly. "Ya forget yer place. I ain't yer servant. Ye'r the one who stripped while I was still in the room anyway."
"Figured you had some manners."
"Ya shoulda wished for Ulquiorra or Zeal ta come visit ya then. I could go see if Noitra wants ta see ya. He'd wash yer back. Fer a price."
So there were more of them? Interesting. She had only heard the names of a few. These others he mentioned were new to her. Rangiku supposed she'd meet them eventually though so in the end it hardly mattered. "So there are more of than what you brought with you your two trips down to Karakura?"
Ah. He liked the way she phrased that, yup he did. 'That you brought with you'. He especially liked that phrasing more for the second raid of Karakura, more so than the truth of the matter as many others might see it. That Aizen had allowed him to go on Ulquiorra's mission. "Ya really don't know? Nah, I'm not about ta tell ya just how many of us there are. But yea. There's more."
"I see." Rangiku splashed quietly in the tub, allowing herself a soak even if the circumstances surrounding it were strange. It was strangely luxuriant. The last time she had been allowed a bath like this had been at Orihime's. She frowned softly as the allowed herself to think of the girl. "How's... Orihime?"
The chick? He raised a brow. Oh... Right, she'd been in the human world, that Orihime was a human girl. He supposed they knew one another. "Doing fine enough, I guess. Dun see her all that much. Ulquiorra or Aizen-sama would be better to ask. Ulquiorra would give a long-winded but rather dull answer though. She ain't dead if that's what ya mean."
"Well, of course that's what I mean you half wit! Geesh! And would you come here?" A small sponge-like thing came flying out of the door. "It's weird talking to you through an open door and only hearing your voice."
"I toldja I ain't your servant!" He moved away from the door though and toward the wall, picking up the sponge as he went. He grinned widely as he came into the bathroom and pitched the sponge back at her to plop in the water. "If ya want me ta watch ya bathe, just say so. Make it interestin', at least."
She smiled sweetly fluttering her eyelashes with practiced feminine flair. "You did what I asked anyway, didn't you Grimmy."
He wished he had another sponge to hurl at her. Instead he toed his foot into the water to splash some in her face. "What kinda ridiculous nickname is that?"
Flinching away from the spray, she splashed him back after it settled. "One appropriate for your childish antics."
He sneered at her and kicked some water at her again and took his foot out. "Like ye'r one ta talk. Didn't'cha earlier pitch a tantrum on yer bed?"
Rangiku reached for his ankle and attempted to pull him in the water with her. "You were talking about stupid crap that I'm sick of talking about."
What the hell?! The Espada member gave a short undignified grunt and pressed his hand against the wall to brace himself and tried to wrench his foot free. "Leggo! I'm not bathin' with you!"
"Hey you're the one who wanted an interesting bath!" She scrunched her face and gave the captured foot another tug.
"I ain't bathin' with ya, ya freak!" He finally wrenched his foot free and reached down to rub his ankle dry. What the hell kind of shinigami was she? She wasn't scared of him or intimidated by him or anything! Instead she acted like they were best buddies. Weirdo. Crouched down, he glanced at the settling surface of the water and just grinned. "And it's interestin' enough as is."
A brow arched as she sprawled beneath the water. No one had looked at her with such hot hunger in quite a long time. It made her squirm uncomfortably. The desire to cover herself warred with the need to display herself further. Gin used to look at her like that, and she had thrived off it. It had turned her into the woman she was. Now with this arrancar looking at her in the same manner...
In the end vanity won out. Rangiku's hands moved over her body lightly, her breath coming in shaky sighs as she found long neglected spots of her body. Her eyes never left his and her sultry little smile never fell away from her lips. "And now, Grimmy?"
Staying crouched down, Grimmjow cocked a brow and gazed down into the bathtub. The water rippled gently with her movements, but it hardly barred his view of her. What the fuck was he doing, watching a shinigami do this to herself? What the fuck was a shinigami doing, doing this to herself with him watching? Inviting him to watch?
Weird chick...
Even still though, the shihakushou was off. With that off, warm creamy flesh was warm creamy flesh, soft and supple. She was a prisoner right? He could do whatever the hell he wanted, short of killing her. If she happened to like it, then she must be demented. "What'd I tell ya 'bout that nickname... Call me that again and I'm leavin' before ye'r done."
And the moment was over. Her hand stilled as she turned away from him to stare at the wall. "Then go, Grimmy. At least now I know how to get rid of you."
The tone. It must be her shinigami tone. It was an order. This woman was used to giving orders and having them followed. Grimmjow didn't do well with authority. Not from anyone, especially not someone not named Aizen Sousuke. Even with him he struggled.
So fuck no. This woman needed to know who called the shots here. And it sure as hell wasn't her.
He jerked forward but stayed crouched by the tub, his hand lifting to go around her neck. His finger traced up and down the chord of her throat, the touch lighter than most were sure to think Grimmjow could ever deliver. His nail traced along with the touch, reminding the woman of the strength in just his hands and the touch could be anything but gentle if angered. His head leaned in close to her face, the jagged edge of his mask grazing against her cheek and his breath hot on her ear. "Changed my mind... Ye'r gonna continue fer me..."
Her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments but yet no fear touched them. Instead arousal so deep crept within to darken them to the most vibrant shade of blue.
Rangiku trembled with desire as his hand closed about her throat. While one hand moved slowly over her breast, the other moved up her thigh under the surface of the water. One slender leg rose to rest along the far edge of the tub. Her hips angled upward slightly, showing the arrancar her pink sex. She bit her lower lip, holding back a moan, but it escaped anyway, with a husky taunt, "Whatever Grimmjow wants, Grimmjow gets..."
The woman continuing as demanded, Grimmjow grinned and let his hand wander down from its hold on her neck. His fingers pressed a bit harder, skimming the tops of her breasts, before going back to her neck. She hadn't seemed to mind the threatening hold on the vulnerable flesh of her neck, not in the least. Horny minx.
Shifting from his crouch to a kneel, he pressed one knee against the floor near the sunken tub and pressed his face against her cheek. His tongue darted out in a lick, trailing back to let his mouth nip at her ear. "Tha's more like it, girl."
Her breathing was hard and heavy as if she enjoyed the imminent threat to her life if she did not comply. However she did. It was almost normal for her.
Rangiku jerked away from his lips though, enjoying the cold bone of his hollow mask against her skin. It seemed to burn and sear it self into her flesh. She gasped when the hold on her neck tightened at the same moment her fingers dove inside her body.
Rangiku chastised her weak desire and her easy acceptance of his authority. In the end it came down to need, and she needed this even if it was her enemy giving it to her.
The lusty grin made itself wider on his lips, his pale blue eyes dropping to watch her fingers thrust in and out between her legs, thumb rubbing a bit faster as the edge of his mask grated along her flesh. So she liked that, huh? This girl was weird, but finally boredom and leaving the room were the last things on his mind.
Sliding his hand up to grip her jaw, he slid one finger along her lips as she gasped and panted, the long digit pushing into her mouth. As he held her head steady, he nipped again at her earlobe, teeth closing over the tender skin this time.
Whether it had been too long or she was far too aroused, it wasn't long before she found herself gasping and moaning. Her body arching with the intensity of her orgasm and the ones which followed as she continued to finger herself. It had been far too long since she felt that electrifying tingle across her body and had someone appreciate it.
She scoffed mentally at the notion of Grimmjow appreciating her masturbatory antics. He likely enjoyed watching the mental anguish play across her face while desire warred with her.
Whatever. They'd used each other, and though Rangiku felt a bit guilty about it, in the end, with her current situation, she didn't care.
Lifting her hand from the water she smacked Grimmjow's arm away and glared at him angrily, arousal still swimming in her gaze. "Have fun?"
Chuckling softly, he squeezed her chin hard with his fingers, still damp from being in her mouth, caressed with her tongue and bit at when she came, and stood up. As he stood he didn't even try to hide the prominent erection his white hakama outlined, removing any doubts the woman might have as to just how humanoid arrancar were. To her glare he just grinned, the heat of her lingering arousal melting any ice in that stare. "I toldja to make it an interestin' bath and ya did. I got what I wanted. Ya know ye'r a weird chick, shinigami."
She shrugged, rising from the water not caring if he continued to stare at her. What was the point in hiding demurely. He'd already watched her fuck herself. "If you must know, Gin was a weird fuck, got me into a lot of weird shit." She shrugged and reached out for a towel to dry herself with. "I'm fucked up, not weird. Get me going again like you did just now and I might even consider riding that prick ya got rising in your pants."
Might even consider? Again this shinigami forgot her place. Quick as anything, his hand reached out to snatch her wrist and he yanked her against his form. One hand stayed holding her wrist, the other grabbed her hip to keep her pinned to him. "And what if I don't wanna give ya a choice huh?" Using his hold on her naked body, he pulled her closer to grind against her heat, the fabric of his hakama never feeling so thick and thin at the same time.
Rangiku felt fear for a moment, eyes widening, and her face growing pale. Her survival instinct kicked in as she felt the heat from the monstrous cock against her still hungry sex. She could feel the strength of his hand around her wrist. The bones strained beneath painfully. She tried to wrestle free of him and shove him off, but that grin only seemed to grow. She was reminded of the Cheshire in Alice in Wonderland. This was no trickster cat though, this was a man eating cat she had provoked.
The fear she exuded, finally, was delicious. The way she squirmed and tried to escape without success... Did she have any idea how erotic that was, how that just squished her body tighter against his and gyrated her hips to his? She was only increasing his ardor. She would have done better to fight him off if she'd just stood there dead still. And been boring. But nah, not this woman. It probably went against all her pride as a shinigami to let the enemy do what he will to her. And all that shit.
Well little did she know it was beneath his pride as an arrancar, as one of Aizen's Espada, to fuck a shinigami. Toy with, no. But have actual full out intimate relations? Nah. Let Ichimaru do whatever he wanted with her.
He wasn't quite ready to let his fun end just yet.
"So I can look but not touch? That ain't no fun. Who ya think is gonna stop me?" he asked in a smooth tone and a grin, wedging his leg between hers to grind harder against her swollen sex.
Though her fear was still prevalent, it fueled her anger. Uncaring now of any injury he might impart upon her, she did everything she could to fight him off. She clawed at him, tried to bash her head into his face. She wasn't going to let him do this to her. The bath had been one thing, this was something else entirely. No one else had ever touched her like this and this man wasn't about to be the first.
As she struggled and fought with him, Grimmjow just laughed. Her forehead did manage to bash against his chin but he just laced a hand into her hair to grip it tightly to keep that from happening again. Feisty bitch. He managed to maneuver their fight away from the tub, not wanting his fun to end with them both pitching forward into the cooling water. He ended by locking her against the wall, one arm bracing and keeping her pinned, the other still holding her hair. Staring her down, he just grinned and licked at the blood on his lip where her forehead had split it. "Ye'r almost cute, ya know. Hate to break it to ya, but I got no intentions of fuckin' ya."
She screamed at him and glared as best as she could manage from her angled head. The fear of him actually raping her was gone and her anger boiled over to compensate. "You demented fuck. Let go of me."
"Ya almost sound disappointed." He just grinned sadistically at her and leaned in closer to her. "Don't'cha worry, ya can always think'a me whenever Ichimaru does come fer ya." Before she could say anything in response to that, he leaned in to press a hot, demanding kiss to her lips, his tongue invading her mouth as he'd earlier made her believe he was going to do to her body. Ending the blood tainted kiss as quick as it started, he released the hold on her head and stepped away from her. Moving across the bathroom, he hurled the towel she'd earlier been reaching for at her. "Guess ya fit in nicely here, huh? Ya said it yerself, ye'r fucked up. I'll send ya clothes down. Since ya kept me entertained."
As soon as she was released a pale blood red spot appeared on the floor by Grimmjow's feet. Rangiku wiped her mouth and spat again to get the taste of him out. She glared icy heat at the man and threw the towel back at him. "Get the fuck outta here, creature..."
Aqua eyes narrowed at the spit, but more so at the reversion back to calling him creature. He caught the towel she hurled at him and then as he turned on his heel and snatched up her shihakushou as he left the room. "Forget tha clothes. Ya can be naked."
She watched him go with hatred and anger burning in her eyes. When the door slid shut, Rangiku went to the bed and pulled the thin sheet and tore it in two. The sheet was still large enough to fashion into a sarong. Pleased that she had thwarted him in his efforts to keep her below him, she stuck her tongue out at the door and flung herself into the bed.
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Ulquiorra was the one who seemed most interested in her, escorting her to and from Aizen's chambers when she was called. Grimmjow really hadn't seen her since her welcome in the main chamber.
But this one... this new one. Quite interesting indeed.
Grimmjow didn't know much about her, other than some details of her capture, but he knew that Tousen was beside himself to have her here and still alive. And well, frankly, Grimmjow thought with a grin, anything that bugged Tousen was interesting to him.
Standing before the door leading to her chamber, he pressed his hand against the pad set into the stone wall. "Grimmjow Jaggerjack," he said, initiating the lock mechanism sealing the door. An ingenious invention, not that Grimmjow cared about such things. But the woman, and the chick, making it so whatever prisoners they had would only stand a chance of even getting out of their room if they had recognizable hollow reiatsu.
The key registering, the door slid open and Grimmjow stepped into Rangiku's cell. "Cell" being a loose term as it was as comfortable as the human girl's.
There was no reason to say, Rangiku wasn't as prideful in confinement as she was when free to roam. Pushing herself from reclining on the overly large bed, she glanced at her visitor.
Cocky, confident and with a swagger that proved he was just as full of himself as the rest of her jailers. The bony jaw was unsettling as was the horrendous power of his tainted reiatsu emanating from the creature. Powerful in every conceivable fashion. Her eyes took him in from the top of his aqua-hued hair to the toes of his black tabi leaving nothing unexamined save his back. Her gaze returned to the large hole in his abdomen before returning to his cruel blue eyes.
Rangiku's own eyes narrowed and rolled haughtily before she gave him her back once more. Dropping back onto the bed, she stared at the wall hoping that her visitor would just go away.
Grimmjow reached back to press his hand against the door, reactivating the seal in the same way, before he stepped further into the room. He wasn't about to piss Aizen off and risk losing his arm and rank again by letting her escape. Not that she could get by him. Grimmjow didn't even have his zanpakuto at his side, not feeling he needed it.
"No attempts at escape? That's good. Ya just may be smarter than ya look, shinigami. Ya may live to the dawn if you keep this up." Stopping in the middle of the room, he took in her reiatsu and cocked his head to the side, eyeing her. "You're familiar."
A soft short laugh came from the bed, but the blonde didn't move nor did she turn to acknowledge the arrancar further. "You have a funny way of respecting your dead comrades, creature. I at least take the time to remember the name of any man or hollow who has taken my friends from me." She rolled onto her back, smiling with that same haughty air. "I killed Nakeim."
"Nakeim was a weak fool. Just a step above Di Roy," Grimmjow said with a nasty grin and a roll of his shoulder. "No I know where I know you from. You were the chick Luppi and Trepadora took such a liking to. And the name's Grimmjow Jaggerjack. Or Sexta Espada if yer one of those shinigami who doesn't wanna acknowledge an arrancar with a name."
At the mention of the name, Rangiku shuddered though not with fear but with repulsion. The difference showed as much in her face. "I can't wait to kill him too, the pig."
Oh so she didn't like Luppi did she? That was all right by him. Of course he knew all the shinigami hated all arrancar, but she'd chosen a good one to especially hate. "Sorry ta disappoint. He's already dead."
"Pity." Rolling once more onto her side, she did her best to ignore the man in the room, hoping he would just go away.
For being so interesting in theory she was being awfully boring. Grimmjow didn't do well when bored, it made him want to go bloody things up. But Aizen hadn't authorized bloodying up of the prisoner, ch'. If he'd wanted that, he would have had the Exequias retrieve her and escort her to her cell. "So what was yer grand plan in comin' here anyway, shinigami."
"It seems as if I didn't have a choice in the matter, creature." She rolled over to face him. "Seems like one of your bosses is bored of his play things so wanted an old one back." Rangiku smirked. "I should be honored right?"
"What'd I tell ya 'bout that creature shit, woman? I'm not a fluffy bunny or some unrecognizable deep-sea creature. Arrancar. A-rran-car."
"Should it matter?"
"Just think ya should recognize the threat to yer kind as what it is."
She laughed, the back of her hand covering her mouth a bit as she did. "Threat. Please. You can't even handle yourself against a boy of fifteen who is not even a true shinigami."
"Yer one to talk, woman," Grimmjow said, taking a threatening step closer to the bed she lounged on. "I wasn't the one to get wrapped up and nearly raped by someone who wasn't even real Espada. An' I can handle myself just fine against him. People just keep interrupting when the fun's getting started."
Her eyes narrowed at the taunt as she sat up in the bed. "I could have handled myself just fine," she mocked back at him using a petulant tone.
"Couldja? I heard about that day. Luppi kept ya and three others busy while Yammy and Wonderwyce just sat idly by. Chasin' butterflies. That's the threat ya pose to the Espada."
Reaching behind her, Rangiku grabbed the pillow and threw it at the man. "Shut the hell up, you bastard!"
Now she was less boring. She was all pissy, fiery, riled up. He almost envied Luppi for getting to fight this woman, while he was off chasing the kid. There was little Grimmjow liked more than getting under someone's skin. It was just in his personality. Getting under this woman's skin was more fun because there were no holds barred since she was a shinigami, not another arrancar.
Catching the pillow, he tossed it on one of the oversized chairs with a grin. "So which of these 'bosses' were ya talkin' about? I know not Tousen."
"No not him." She calmed herself but still her eyes blazed with a dangerous fire.
"Not Aizen-sama. He left his favorite shinigami play thing in a pool of blood." He quirked a grin. "Ichimaru then, huh?"
Again Rangiku found herself wishing for some sort of weapon to stab that grin off his face. Rather than answer him she turned her head away and refused to look at him.
"So where is he? He hasn't made a single comment 'bout ya bein' here."
"Get out." She said calmly at first and then quiet suddenly she repeated herself in a scream, "Get out!!!"
He just grinned and instead of leaving, dropped himself into one of the large chairs. Why Aizen had such a liking to oversized furniture, he had no idea. "Nah."
She grabbed one pillow and chucked it, which was followed by several more until the bed was devoid of them. Spent of her energy, she fell face first into the bed and screamed.
Each pillow was caught and tossed lazily on the floor, the arrancar laughing idly as he did it. The most comfortable pillow he kept, tucking behind his head. "Ya done yet? Hit a sore point did I?"
"Why are you here?" Taking a deep steadying breath she shifted to lie on her back and stared up at the stark white ceiling. "Why won't you leave me alone?"
"I'm bored. And wanna know why Aizen is lettin' ya be here alive. The chick I get. He has plans fer her." Grimmjow rolled his shoulder. Why he was curious he wasn't sure. It passed the time. He could only spend so much training, and watching Ulquiorra deadpan at Noitra while Noitra came onto him. Or whatever Noitra did when he loomed over the diminutive arrancar. Grimmjow cared not to think about it.
She sighed and tipped her head back to stare at the arrancar. "I told you. I was captured for whatever use Gin has of me. Probably because the pussy around here ain't to his liking so he'd rather have one he's used to."
"Ain't that charmin'. Should I go an' tell him his pussy's waitin' fer him?"
"He probably already knows." She shrugged.
Standing up from the chair with a lazy stretch of his limbs, Grimmjow took another look around the cell. "Ya know you and the chick should prolly switch cells. Hers looks more like the harem. If that's really what ye'r here fer."
That made her laugh. "Really? Not that it matters. I probably won't get 'called' for months."
A flicker of something went across Grimmjow's face, breaking his amused grin, but it faded quickly enough. Eh. What did he care what Ichimaru did or didn't do with the prisoner? Aizen allowed it. It wasn't as if they were keeping the orange haired kid here, locked in a room not to be harmed or contacted. That would drive Grimmjow crazy. "Have fun passin' tha time then. The chick watches the moon phases... tha's really all there is fer ya ta do. Be glad Ichimaru wants ya and Aizen-sama permits it. Or ya'd be dead now."
"I think I'd prefer that to this, honestly." Sitting up she looked down at herself. She still wore her shihakushou. It felt strangely out of place in this room of pristine white. It felt rather bulky and heavy in this tepid and dry climate as well. "Don't suppose, Orihime-chan got a change of clothes did she? Or should I just stay here naked with my legs spread and await the inevitable?"
"Beats me, I dunno how thin's are between ya an' Ichimaru." Heading toward the door and giving the woman his back without fear, he glanced over his shoulder at her question. A thin brow quirking up. "Ya want a change'a clothes like the chick got? Yea... I can arrange fer someone to send one down."
She smirked. "Please. I suppose wearing something rather than nothing would at least make my status here less apparent."
"An' give Tousen less of a show. He watches a lot'a the monitors around Las Noches when the whim hits him." A sneer crossed Grimmjow's lips at the mention of Tousen, even if he was the one to bring up the man.
"He's blind. As if he'd care," retorted the blonde.
"They're special monitors that somehow distort the reiatsu to give him a clear image, as if he had his vision." Why was he telling the prisoner this? Not like it mattered if the enemy side knew they had security.
She shrugged and slid off the edge of the bed, giving her back to the man, and keeping the bed between them. "Fascinating really. So there's a chance he's watching right now?" Rangiku laughed and untied the sash of her robes and began peeling the garment away.
"There is that chance, ya. Since I'm in here with'cha, likely. Tryin' to see if I put a toe outta line to snitch on me." Grimmjow said and turned to face the woman, leaning against the wall. His eyebrow quirked again as she started to undress. "So ya goin' the lay naked, legs spread route?"
Laughing she glanced at Grimmjow from over her shoulder. "Hardly. I'm assuming there are amenities tucked away somewhere in this room? I was hoping for a bath."
"A bath ya only decided ya wanted after I toldja Tousen could be watchin' ya. Ye'r weird, shinigami," he said but did give a nod over what appeared to be a blank wall near the chair.
"I simply felt I need a bath. I don't care if he's watching or not." She smirked after the hakama fell. Quietly she walked over to the wall, wearing only the top and touched it. It rippled briefly before disappearing entirely revealing a small intimate bathroom. "Nice. Didn't expect this place to be so accommodating."
Again the arrancar's shoulders rose and fell in a mild shrug. His blue eyes following her. "All'a Las Noches looks like this. What'dja expect, a slab of wood to sleep on and chains on yer wrist?"
"Honestly? Tents and shacks, but yes on the chains." She laughed and ducked inside the room not bothering to figure out how to close the door, and frankly she didn't think it could be from this side of the opening.
"Tents and shacks?" Grimmjow gave a derisive snort and crossed his arms over his chest. Even though he hadn't been one of the builders, he had to admit he had a bit of pride in Las Noches. The entire structure a show of Aizen's power and plans. The thought of Aizen holed up in some shanty in Hueco Mundo...
Tossing the last bit of clothing at the arrancar, she called out. "If you're just going to stand there and gawk, at least be of use and wash my back."
He let the remainder of her clothing drop to the floor but didn't take his eyes off of her. Shinigami or not, he had to acknowledge that she was one of the few people who could rival the bust of a certain member to the Espada. He snorted softly. "Ya forget yer place. I ain't yer servant. Ye'r the one who stripped while I was still in the room anyway."
"Figured you had some manners."
"Ya shoulda wished for Ulquiorra or Zeal ta come visit ya then. I could go see if Noitra wants ta see ya. He'd wash yer back. Fer a price."
So there were more of them? Interesting. She had only heard the names of a few. These others he mentioned were new to her. Rangiku supposed she'd meet them eventually though so in the end it hardly mattered. "So there are more of than what you brought with you your two trips down to Karakura?"
Ah. He liked the way she phrased that, yup he did. 'That you brought with you'. He especially liked that phrasing more for the second raid of Karakura, more so than the truth of the matter as many others might see it. That Aizen had allowed him to go on Ulquiorra's mission. "Ya really don't know? Nah, I'm not about ta tell ya just how many of us there are. But yea. There's more."
"I see." Rangiku splashed quietly in the tub, allowing herself a soak even if the circumstances surrounding it were strange. It was strangely luxuriant. The last time she had been allowed a bath like this had been at Orihime's. She frowned softly as the allowed herself to think of the girl. "How's... Orihime?"
The chick? He raised a brow. Oh... Right, she'd been in the human world, that Orihime was a human girl. He supposed they knew one another. "Doing fine enough, I guess. Dun see her all that much. Ulquiorra or Aizen-sama would be better to ask. Ulquiorra would give a long-winded but rather dull answer though. She ain't dead if that's what ya mean."
"Well, of course that's what I mean you half wit! Geesh! And would you come here?" A small sponge-like thing came flying out of the door. "It's weird talking to you through an open door and only hearing your voice."
"I toldja I ain't your servant!" He moved away from the door though and toward the wall, picking up the sponge as he went. He grinned widely as he came into the bathroom and pitched the sponge back at her to plop in the water. "If ya want me ta watch ya bathe, just say so. Make it interestin', at least."
She smiled sweetly fluttering her eyelashes with practiced feminine flair. "You did what I asked anyway, didn't you Grimmy."
He wished he had another sponge to hurl at her. Instead he toed his foot into the water to splash some in her face. "What kinda ridiculous nickname is that?"
Flinching away from the spray, she splashed him back after it settled. "One appropriate for your childish antics."
He sneered at her and kicked some water at her again and took his foot out. "Like ye'r one ta talk. Didn't'cha earlier pitch a tantrum on yer bed?"
Rangiku reached for his ankle and attempted to pull him in the water with her. "You were talking about stupid crap that I'm sick of talking about."
What the hell?! The Espada member gave a short undignified grunt and pressed his hand against the wall to brace himself and tried to wrench his foot free. "Leggo! I'm not bathin' with you!"
"Hey you're the one who wanted an interesting bath!" She scrunched her face and gave the captured foot another tug.
"I ain't bathin' with ya, ya freak!" He finally wrenched his foot free and reached down to rub his ankle dry. What the hell kind of shinigami was she? She wasn't scared of him or intimidated by him or anything! Instead she acted like they were best buddies. Weirdo. Crouched down, he glanced at the settling surface of the water and just grinned. "And it's interestin' enough as is."
A brow arched as she sprawled beneath the water. No one had looked at her with such hot hunger in quite a long time. It made her squirm uncomfortably. The desire to cover herself warred with the need to display herself further. Gin used to look at her like that, and she had thrived off it. It had turned her into the woman she was. Now with this arrancar looking at her in the same manner...
In the end vanity won out. Rangiku's hands moved over her body lightly, her breath coming in shaky sighs as she found long neglected spots of her body. Her eyes never left his and her sultry little smile never fell away from her lips. "And now, Grimmy?"
Staying crouched down, Grimmjow cocked a brow and gazed down into the bathtub. The water rippled gently with her movements, but it hardly barred his view of her. What the fuck was he doing, watching a shinigami do this to herself? What the fuck was a shinigami doing, doing this to herself with him watching? Inviting him to watch?
Weird chick...
Even still though, the shihakushou was off. With that off, warm creamy flesh was warm creamy flesh, soft and supple. She was a prisoner right? He could do whatever the hell he wanted, short of killing her. If she happened to like it, then she must be demented. "What'd I tell ya 'bout that nickname... Call me that again and I'm leavin' before ye'r done."
And the moment was over. Her hand stilled as she turned away from him to stare at the wall. "Then go, Grimmy. At least now I know how to get rid of you."
The tone. It must be her shinigami tone. It was an order. This woman was used to giving orders and having them followed. Grimmjow didn't do well with authority. Not from anyone, especially not someone not named Aizen Sousuke. Even with him he struggled.
So fuck no. This woman needed to know who called the shots here. And it sure as hell wasn't her.
He jerked forward but stayed crouched by the tub, his hand lifting to go around her neck. His finger traced up and down the chord of her throat, the touch lighter than most were sure to think Grimmjow could ever deliver. His nail traced along with the touch, reminding the woman of the strength in just his hands and the touch could be anything but gentle if angered. His head leaned in close to her face, the jagged edge of his mask grazing against her cheek and his breath hot on her ear. "Changed my mind... Ye'r gonna continue fer me..."
Her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments but yet no fear touched them. Instead arousal so deep crept within to darken them to the most vibrant shade of blue.
Rangiku trembled with desire as his hand closed about her throat. While one hand moved slowly over her breast, the other moved up her thigh under the surface of the water. One slender leg rose to rest along the far edge of the tub. Her hips angled upward slightly, showing the arrancar her pink sex. She bit her lower lip, holding back a moan, but it escaped anyway, with a husky taunt, "Whatever Grimmjow wants, Grimmjow gets..."
The woman continuing as demanded, Grimmjow grinned and let his hand wander down from its hold on her neck. His fingers pressed a bit harder, skimming the tops of her breasts, before going back to her neck. She hadn't seemed to mind the threatening hold on the vulnerable flesh of her neck, not in the least. Horny minx.
Shifting from his crouch to a kneel, he pressed one knee against the floor near the sunken tub and pressed his face against her cheek. His tongue darted out in a lick, trailing back to let his mouth nip at her ear. "Tha's more like it, girl."
Her breathing was hard and heavy as if she enjoyed the imminent threat to her life if she did not comply. However she did. It was almost normal for her.
Rangiku jerked away from his lips though, enjoying the cold bone of his hollow mask against her skin. It seemed to burn and sear it self into her flesh. She gasped when the hold on her neck tightened at the same moment her fingers dove inside her body.
Rangiku chastised her weak desire and her easy acceptance of his authority. In the end it came down to need, and she needed this even if it was her enemy giving it to her.
The lusty grin made itself wider on his lips, his pale blue eyes dropping to watch her fingers thrust in and out between her legs, thumb rubbing a bit faster as the edge of his mask grated along her flesh. So she liked that, huh? This girl was weird, but finally boredom and leaving the room were the last things on his mind.
Sliding his hand up to grip her jaw, he slid one finger along her lips as she gasped and panted, the long digit pushing into her mouth. As he held her head steady, he nipped again at her earlobe, teeth closing over the tender skin this time.
Whether it had been too long or she was far too aroused, it wasn't long before she found herself gasping and moaning. Her body arching with the intensity of her orgasm and the ones which followed as she continued to finger herself. It had been far too long since she felt that electrifying tingle across her body and had someone appreciate it.
She scoffed mentally at the notion of Grimmjow appreciating her masturbatory antics. He likely enjoyed watching the mental anguish play across her face while desire warred with her.
Whatever. They'd used each other, and though Rangiku felt a bit guilty about it, in the end, with her current situation, she didn't care.
Lifting her hand from the water she smacked Grimmjow's arm away and glared at him angrily, arousal still swimming in her gaze. "Have fun?"
Chuckling softly, he squeezed her chin hard with his fingers, still damp from being in her mouth, caressed with her tongue and bit at when she came, and stood up. As he stood he didn't even try to hide the prominent erection his white hakama outlined, removing any doubts the woman might have as to just how humanoid arrancar were. To her glare he just grinned, the heat of her lingering arousal melting any ice in that stare. "I toldja to make it an interestin' bath and ya did. I got what I wanted. Ya know ye'r a weird chick, shinigami."
She shrugged, rising from the water not caring if he continued to stare at her. What was the point in hiding demurely. He'd already watched her fuck herself. "If you must know, Gin was a weird fuck, got me into a lot of weird shit." She shrugged and reached out for a towel to dry herself with. "I'm fucked up, not weird. Get me going again like you did just now and I might even consider riding that prick ya got rising in your pants."
Might even consider? Again this shinigami forgot her place. Quick as anything, his hand reached out to snatch her wrist and he yanked her against his form. One hand stayed holding her wrist, the other grabbed her hip to keep her pinned to him. "And what if I don't wanna give ya a choice huh?" Using his hold on her naked body, he pulled her closer to grind against her heat, the fabric of his hakama never feeling so thick and thin at the same time.
Rangiku felt fear for a moment, eyes widening, and her face growing pale. Her survival instinct kicked in as she felt the heat from the monstrous cock against her still hungry sex. She could feel the strength of his hand around her wrist. The bones strained beneath painfully. She tried to wrestle free of him and shove him off, but that grin only seemed to grow. She was reminded of the Cheshire in Alice in Wonderland. This was no trickster cat though, this was a man eating cat she had provoked.
The fear she exuded, finally, was delicious. The way she squirmed and tried to escape without success... Did she have any idea how erotic that was, how that just squished her body tighter against his and gyrated her hips to his? She was only increasing his ardor. She would have done better to fight him off if she'd just stood there dead still. And been boring. But nah, not this woman. It probably went against all her pride as a shinigami to let the enemy do what he will to her. And all that shit.
Well little did she know it was beneath his pride as an arrancar, as one of Aizen's Espada, to fuck a shinigami. Toy with, no. But have actual full out intimate relations? Nah. Let Ichimaru do whatever he wanted with her.
He wasn't quite ready to let his fun end just yet.
"So I can look but not touch? That ain't no fun. Who ya think is gonna stop me?" he asked in a smooth tone and a grin, wedging his leg between hers to grind harder against her swollen sex.
Though her fear was still prevalent, it fueled her anger. Uncaring now of any injury he might impart upon her, she did everything she could to fight him off. She clawed at him, tried to bash her head into his face. She wasn't going to let him do this to her. The bath had been one thing, this was something else entirely. No one else had ever touched her like this and this man wasn't about to be the first.
As she struggled and fought with him, Grimmjow just laughed. Her forehead did manage to bash against his chin but he just laced a hand into her hair to grip it tightly to keep that from happening again. Feisty bitch. He managed to maneuver their fight away from the tub, not wanting his fun to end with them both pitching forward into the cooling water. He ended by locking her against the wall, one arm bracing and keeping her pinned, the other still holding her hair. Staring her down, he just grinned and licked at the blood on his lip where her forehead had split it. "Ye'r almost cute, ya know. Hate to break it to ya, but I got no intentions of fuckin' ya."
She screamed at him and glared as best as she could manage from her angled head. The fear of him actually raping her was gone and her anger boiled over to compensate. "You demented fuck. Let go of me."
"Ya almost sound disappointed." He just grinned sadistically at her and leaned in closer to her. "Don't'cha worry, ya can always think'a me whenever Ichimaru does come fer ya." Before she could say anything in response to that, he leaned in to press a hot, demanding kiss to her lips, his tongue invading her mouth as he'd earlier made her believe he was going to do to her body. Ending the blood tainted kiss as quick as it started, he released the hold on her head and stepped away from her. Moving across the bathroom, he hurled the towel she'd earlier been reaching for at her. "Guess ya fit in nicely here, huh? Ya said it yerself, ye'r fucked up. I'll send ya clothes down. Since ya kept me entertained."
As soon as she was released a pale blood red spot appeared on the floor by Grimmjow's feet. Rangiku wiped her mouth and spat again to get the taste of him out. She glared icy heat at the man and threw the towel back at him. "Get the fuck outta here, creature..."
Aqua eyes narrowed at the spit, but more so at the reversion back to calling him creature. He caught the towel she hurled at him and then as he turned on his heel and snatched up her shihakushou as he left the room. "Forget tha clothes. Ya can be naked."
She watched him go with hatred and anger burning in her eyes. When the door slid shut, Rangiku went to the bed and pulled the thin sheet and tore it in two. The sheet was still large enough to fashion into a sarong. Pleased that she had thwarted him in his efforts to keep her below him, she stuck her tongue out at the door and flung herself into the bed.
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