Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ THE CAPTIVE ❯ Chapter 4

It wasn't often an arrancar dreamed, but images wandered through Grimmjow's mind as he slept, causing him to turn restlessly in his sleep. Memories of the day after the raid on Karakura Town, in the high chambers, where he'd been formally dismissed from the Espada. Memories of the day, just a few after that one, when the new Sexta Espada was announced.

Grimmjow jerked awake, the skin of his back burning where once the dark lines of his rank had once been etched.

And a deep feeling of dread heavy in the pit of his stomach. Aizen wasn't coming for him. Aizen had his perfect, matured vastrode-based Espada. Yammy was the only one not formerly a vastrode and he'd more than proven his strength. Even if Ulquiorra could kick his ass.

Sitting up slowly, Grimmjow glared at the cold stone wall of his cell before he dropped his chin to rest on his knee. "Fuck," he muttered faintly, spitting a bad taste from his mouth to the floor. Of course Aizen wasn't coming for him. Aizen had matters to deal with; a human girl to twist to their side, a pit of vipers to keep under control.

Did he seriously expect the man to come to his rescue? What was he, a damn fairy tale princess in a tower? He'd get himself out of this. He'd gotten himself in, he'd get himself out.

The prison doors opened and the sound of metal scraping along the wooden floors could be heard along with the accompanying sound of water sloshing. Good on her word, Rangiku had arranged for a large metal basin to be brought in to give their prisoner a bath. Once it was set up in Grimmjow's cell, Rangiku dismissed the other shinigami and locked herself in with him.

Clad this morning in her shihakushou she looked at him. She felt strange coming to him first thing in the morning and even stranger looking the part of his enemy. Once she was sure there was no one in the area, she sat on the edge of his bed and dropped her hand on his shoulder. "Grimmjow, if I take off this chain so you can bathe, will you refrain from snapping my neck in half?"

It was a dangerous request, following on the heels of his dreams and memories as it was. Grimmjow was silent for a long moment, his chin still resting on his knee, almost like he didn't even hear the woman. Nor had he really acknowledged her presence. But his aqua gaze, shifted to look at the length of chain running from his wrist, testified to the fact that he hadn't somehow gone deaf while he slept.

Finally he turned his gaze over to her with a faint smirk. "Coulda snapped your neck so far on several occasions an' ya know it. But yea, I can behave. I know you're no good to me dead."

She gave him a nod as her hands went about his wrist. Muttering something under her breath the manacle popped open. Rangiku remained where she was, taking him at his word and not moving to get away from him. "It's good to know you at least enjoy fucking me to let me live."

Flexing his wrist, Grimmjow lifted his arm only to rub it against his leg to massage some of the kinks from his wrist. "I may prowl and pace and bite and hiss, but I ain't an animal. I do have some hint of intelligence. An' I know that," he said with a jerk of his thumb over to the cell door, "is locked with some kidou thing like what ya keep doin'. No amount of cero, bala, or physical force will open it. I gotta have the key. Killin' ya would just lock me in here with a dead body."

"I never said you were stupid, Grimmjow, nor have I ever treated you like an animal or a creature or something to be demeaned and despised." Rising to her feet she went to the window and faced it. She was giving him privacy to bathe and take care of things he needed to. By giving him her back, she was also giving him her trust. It was suicidal and foolish, but she was famous for putting her trust in the worst sort of people and getting burned for it. Behavior like that didn't just go away.

"No? I distinctly remember ya calling me a dog the first night I was here." Getting up from bed after she did, he tossed a glance over to her turned back and frowned faintly. He hadn't spelled it out for her, but she'd be far more useful to him in getting out of here as a hostage. But he got the feeling they wouldn't open that cell door for him, even if a vice captain's life was being threatened. Not with the war with Aizen on the line, and whatever they thought they could get from him.

Even with that thought in his mind, the only way to find out for certain was to give it a shot, he didn't make a move for her. He just moved across the room to where the tub had been dragged and peeled off his days old clothing. The water was hot, and felt almost as good to sink into as her.

"You also tried to kill me that first night, so I think we're even." Leaning forward, she folded her arms on the windowsill and dropped her head onto them. "On the right side of the tubs are some soaps and towels. When you're done I can purify the water so you can rinse off."

"Ya rose to my bait." Grimmjow's words paused for a moment as he sunk under the water and then came back up, running his hand through his tousled aqua strands before reaching over for the soap.

Her head turned to glance at him. "I was only trying to be nice and find out more about you."

Rubbing the soap between his hands, Grimmjow shrugged faintly. "I kicked the chair, you asked if we all acted like spoiled rotten children, toldja to come in here and say that, ya sorta did. Bait. Ya bit."

"Yup. I bit. And I sucked too. Rather well if your reaction and the mother load of come in my mouth was any indication."

The arrancar smirked faintly, his hand drifting down under the water to rub lightly at his stirring organ. "Tryin' to get clean here, woman. That talk's gonna get ya fucked again. And yea, ya did, but that was later that night. After the murder attempts, after ya called me a dog."

Turning she leaned on her elbows and smirked. "So? You want me to apologize for calling you a dog? I was angry."

"I dun expect an apology from you." He gave her a grin and dipped his hand down to soap away the remnants of last night. "Jus' was counterin' your statement you've never treated me like an animal, somethin' to be demeaned. You expected me to eat from the floor."

Her nose wrinkled. "Okay, for that I'm sorry..."

"Toldja. Not expectin' or askin' for an apology."

"Ya got one anyway. That was really atrocious of me to do." She turned to the window once more and stared at it as she thought about that first day and her horrid treatment of him. No one had ever made her that angry or upset before. Not true. Luppi had but that had been because he'd been a lecherous foul prick. "Can I ask you something weird? That thing on your back, it looks like it used to be a six, but I saw Luppi with it. Why is that little shit with it and you're not?"

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. When the fuck had she seen it? Any time he'd been naked or shirtless, he'd been facing her. Damn. Except when he slept, he slept facing the wall, he just preferred to sleep on that side. And his vest was hardly the longest garment in the world.

And of course Luppi had shown that new mark of his. Damn creature nearly pranced around Las Noches naked, showing his rank to anyone who would look.

"Cos things change."

"Still. He's a turd and hardly a tenth of your power from what I can tell. He doesn't deserve it."

It was a subject he'd not wanted to talk about, but one he found difficult to stay silent on. He couldn't speak on it in Las Noches, not with all of the Privaron Espada dying to be Espada again, and just wanting to find something to use against those currently high in Aizen's eyes. And though Grimmjow wasn't Espada anymore, he hadn't been given a three digit number. That was saying something. "I'm not complete, now. I can hardly be Espada. It's up to Aizen-sama who is marked and who is not."

At his words she turned and looked at him, silently looking him up and down. She smirked hotly. "He obviously hasn't seen what you can do one handed."

Cocking his head at her, he smirked faintly. "Ya talkin' about my attempts to kill you, or what I can do over there?" he asked, jerking his head to the bed, his smirk growing. "Being Espada ain't based on skills in the sack. If it were, I know of four that never woulda made it in."

"Both I guess. I've never seen you fight, but I've seen the results. I think he's short changing you if he doesn't think you can still maintain that level of ability with one less limb." Rangiku fell silent, disturbed by her own words. She wasn't a very good warden trying to bolster the spirits of her prisoner. She supposed she just didn't like seeing others being treated unfairly because of one circumstance or another. It was something she'd dealt with all her life with Gin and continued to deal with regarding Hitsugaya. She always felt a need to stand up for the underdog even if that dog eventually bit her fingers off for trying.

"I'll get it back. Jus' as soon as he thinks I've learned whatever lesson he's trying to teach." Grimmjow squished the soap through his fingers a bit more, cleaning his chest, before finally setting it aside. "If not it's jus' a fuckin' number. Like it was jus' an arm. Don't need either."

She simply nodded feeling it was best not to say anything else about it. Anything she said now would just be taken defensively, and she didn't want to get into any argument with him. Instead she opted to change the subject. "What's it like over there?"

She wasn't digging. He wasn't the most perceptive arrancar about very nuances about people, or little intricacies, but he knew that. She wasn't digging for information about Hueco Mundo. She was just changing the subject. Shrugging softly, he set the soap aside and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. Everything was now washed away, and he just needed to rinse, but after being with his own filth on his skin for a few days, he just wanted to soak a bit. "Not sure how to describe it really, it's the only home I've ever had. The landscape is harsh, unforgivin'. I'm sure you all know it's like a desert there."

It sounded like everything she'd heard. Quietly she moved to the edge of the tub and muttered a few words and the grimy water was replaced with fresh, steaming clean water. "I brought you a change of clothes. I'll take care of those dirty ones and bring them back." Fishing a black and gold robe she set it on the bed. "You have no idea what I had to do to get that. It used to belong to Aizen."

Quirking a brow, Grimmjow turned his head to glance over to the clothing she'd set on the bed. He'd honestly been expecting when she mentioned a change of clothes, the plain robe of a prisoner, or a shihakushou. Both of which he'd rather go naked than wear. "Kinda surprised all'a Aizen-sama's belongings ain't already been burned."

She shook her head. "They belong to the captain of the fifth division. Whoever takes the position will decide what to do. In the meantime, my division is handling the running of it. However getting things out of Aizen's quarters.. isn't easy."

The way she talked, it sounded as if the captain's quarters of the 5th division were in complete lock down. Since it sounded like there wasn't one currently, and from what he knew he doubted the vice captain was doing so well, it just might be. Soaking a bit longer, the arrancar finally pulled himself up out of the water and reached over for a towel as he got out of the tub. "Why go to such trouble."

Rangiku shrugged. "Your clothes needed washing and I didn't think you'd wear one of these or the usual prisoners' robe. Not that many men here fit your build. In fact there are only two and Aizen was one."

That still seemed like a lot of trouble to go through for a prisoner she half the time couldn't even stand, but Grimmjow didn't see a point in arguing it further. Though he'd go naked before wearing a prisoner's clothes or a damned shihakushou, he didn't really want to, not when there was a halfway decent set of clothes right there. Rubbing the towel over himself, he padded over to the bed and picked up the garment.

A strange sensation came over her. It wasn't merely a sensation, just a desire to be near him. The pants he managed well enough on his own, but she grabbed the robe before he could and helped him with it. Her hands hovered over his chest. She didn't feel like tying the robe just yet. Instead she busied herself with doing something about the empty sleeve.

His aqua brow quirked up as she helped him dress and tied the end of the sleeve, and he made no motions to tie the robe shut himself. He was just accustomed to being bare chested. Not sure what to say or how to thank her, or why she was even doing what she was doing, he nodded back to the window, more specifically the view from it of the white tower in the middle of Seireitei. "A lotta the buildings there resemble that design."

"Blinding white towers that you can see no matter where you are?" She looked out the window and let her hands drop and hover near his waist. "I remember being envious of those who lived up close to them. How clean and pure it all seemed to someone like me whose daily life was surrounded in filth. Now that I'm inside it, living it, at times I feel like a prisoner, unable to be who I really am."

She wasn't a woman who often appeared lost. Every time he'd seen her, she'd seemed perfectly in control. Even with a hand around her neck, she'd fought back with one of the few things that could overpower him, even temporarily. But right now, staring out the window at the Senzaikyou, loosely hugging about her enemy, that was the only thing she appeared. "An' who are ya that ya can't be..." he murmured softly, pulling his gaze fully over to her.

Pulling her gaze away from the window, she looked up at him, a soft bitter smile on her lips. "I honestly don't know... All I know is that I never felt like this was where I belonged. I joined because of Gin. I stayed behind him every step of the way. Now I don't know where to go and nothing feels right anymore."

"Don't'cha got friends here or somethin'?"

"I do. It's just not the same though. It's as if I've been... tainted by Gin's betrayal and desertion. Some of them don't trust me anymore. Not that I blame them. Look at where I am?" Her gaze was soft and unsure as she looked at him. Sighing she looked down and away. "I don't trust myself either half the time."

The arrancar just held her gaze for a long moment, completely silent, before he dipped his head down to cover her lips with his. The kiss was almost awkward but heated instantly, his tongue invading her mouth as he dropped the towel and wrapped his arm about her waist. Why she was here with him, was a good question. But he was glad that she was.

Was this why she was here? No, he wasn't kissing with intent to seduce her. The heat was there but not the desire to. She couldn't figure out why she was being kissed like this, but she welcomed it and clung to him as a woman clung to a man. As crazy as it was to believe, this she understood.

The intent to seduce might not have been there, but that hardly meant Grimmjow was going to whisper butterfly kisses across her lips and speak softly and sweetly little nothings into her ear. Hell no. His arm stayed loosely about her waist, hand idle, only for a bit, before creeping down to cup her backside and tug her closer against him.

She pressed herself to him with a groan. Her hands slid up the opening of the jacket, fingers curling into it, tugging him closer. Except for the occasional bumping of his mask against her cheek, it was quite an enjoyable kiss and somewhat soothing in her overly emotional state. It grounded her and made her feel real. Not at all like the princess he accused her of but the dirty little urchin who had clawed her way to the gates of the academy selling bits of her soul along the way.

Keeping his possessive grip on her body, Grimmjow took a step over and then turned to sit down on the edge of the bed. He took her along with him, his hand squeezing her backside tightly and yanking her down astride his leg. His hand groped at her ass as he leaned forward, letting the spill of her breasts out of her shihakushou rub against his chest.

The hard feel of his well-muscled leg between her legs was maddening. In fact, his entire body pressed against hers the way it was, was intoxicating. Rangiku could forget herself, forget her place easily. He was dangerous, but with each passing minute he held her in that kiss, she cared less about that danger.

Finally releasing the groping, squeezing hold on her backside, he dragged his hand up to her back along her spine to dig his fingers into her hair. Sitting on the bed, he started to lean back into it and drag her along with him but hesitated, staying seated. Though his eyes were currently closed, he knew. It was daylight outside, sunshine streaming in through that single window. It was weird, to be grinding slowly against her but not have the intent to fuck her. It was weird to want to pull her down into the hard, flat prisoner's bed and screw her rabid.

There wasn't the cover of night to hide what they were doing. During the day, with all of the shinigami out and about, it was that much more possible for some shinigami to come down here and witness this, despite what she said about no one coming here without her permission. So if he wasn't aiming to end this between her thighs, why the hell was he still kissing her?

His hold on her hair tightened before he used it to pull her head back a bit from his and leaned away as well, breaking the kiss and glancing away.

She leaned forward as if to anticipate a change in their kiss, but when all she met was air, her eyes opened. Blinking, she tilted her head, "What is it? Why'd you stop?"

He just shrugged a shoulder softly, not sure himself, not knowing how to explain it and what he could explain he wasn't about to voice. "Jus' wanted to kiss ya. And I did."

"I see..." Her fingers toyed with his robe. It really was a good color on him. It made him seem... more powerful. Part of her wondered what he'd look like in a different black outfit, but squelched that thought immediately. "Anything you just want to do?"

The look that flit over her face made the arrancar raise a brow but he didn't question what was suddenly on her mind. Something about the way she looked at him made him think he really didn't want to know. "Nothin's comin' to mind... How 'bout you?"

She wanted to stay here and just touch and stare at him until neither one of them could stand it and needed to screw, but the daylight streaming through the barred window was a very strong leash on her desires. "I can think of plenty, but..." Slowly, she pillowed her breasts against his chest and sighed, staring lustfully up at him. "I have work..."

"'m sure ya do," he said gruffly, reaching up to adjust the collar of the dark garment he wore as her fingers played across the hem. Glancing over, his eyes fell on the pile of soiled clothing. "So how will it take for all'a that to be laundered and mended?"

"Not long. Tonight?" Rangiku's shoulder rolled as her hand smoothed down his chest admiring him in the robe. A longing sigh fell from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut. "Gods you look good in this..."

"Ain't all that different from what I usually wear... Jus' the color..." When her eyes drifted shut, her lips pouting with the soft sigh, it was all the arrancar could do to keep from just tossing her down on the bed and yanking her hakama down.

"It's more than that," Her voice trembled in a soft whisper thick with desire. She couldn't quiet explain it either other than without his uniform that marked him as her enemy, Grimmjow looked every inch a man who she could surrender fully to. That terrified her and that fear made her ache for him and made her curse him. Tipping her head up, she looked at him just gazing at his face, reminding herself that he was someone she couldn't have outside of this cell.

The way she was looking at him made him damn the daylight pouring in through the window, his resistance to touching her again breaking. What was the reason for it anyway? No one had come down here since she had that shinigami help drag in the tub. If anyone was to walk in here and catch him with his pants down and dick buried in her, what was the worst they could do? Whatever. Grimmjow wasn't the best planner of the arrancar. He was a doer, preferring action to sitting and contemplating things.

Shifting his leg to help her balance on his lap, a faint smirk curled his lips and he dragged his hand down her torso and tugged at the various ties of her hakama. "I know exactly whatcha like 'bout it..."

Her eyes widened just slightly as he worked her pants open and slid his hand inside, but she didn't care. He was doing exactly what she hoped he would but the uniform kept her from asking. Rangiku dropped her forehead on his shoulder with a shaky sigh and a soft whisper of "thank god," Tilting her hips closer to him, her lips found the hot pulsing vein of his neck. "And what is it I like about it?"

She was just as hot and slick as he'd hoped she'd be, that long kiss interrupted too early obviously having effected her just as much as it had him. The smirk turned more to a grin as he ran his fingers over her flesh, working his hand down between her legs with her hakama tugged down. His palm pressed against her, his entire hand teasing her, before finally pushing his fingers into her. "Ya know why... Ya don't look at me an' automatically see an enemy when I'm dressed like this."

"You're right, I don't." She left it at that deciding it wasn't wise to expand on the rest. Instead she focused on his fingers and their greedy demands upon her body. Her hips squirmed and rocked into them. Her breath was hot in his ear with moans and little squeals of delight and even her own greedy little requests for his fingers.

He just grinned but didn't say anything more. It was obvious she every so often looked at him, and wanted for him not to be her enemy. How or why, if she wished he'd come play for her wussy side or if she wanted to come play with Aizen's demons, hardly mattered. Things were as they were. Nothing would change that. So long as she continued being as hot for him as she was, he couldn't care less about how she saw him.

And hot for him she was, frankly she didn't care either as she writhed with ease in his lap bending to the will of his fingers. She tossed her head back, moaning freely and openly enjoying his attention. It was a far cry from the quiet murmurs of the night before, but it still wasn't as loud as it could be. However she made up with it with the lurid suggestions and demands she purred into his ear or against his lips.

With the rest of the division house awake and about, Grimmjow couldn't really find fault in her volume level. The soft hisses of breath and illustrious words she whispered against his ear was more than enough for him. That and the fast beat of his heart, the pound of blood through his temples, was all that he could hear. Leaning forward as she tossed her head back, he fastened his lips tight on her jugular, sucking hard at the pulsing vein in her throat as his fingers pushed harder into her. "C'mon," he growled softly against her throat, thumbing against her clit in between thrusts into her, "come a'ready..."

With a few hard bounces onto Grimmjow's hand she exploded with a hiss and low growl. She pitched forward, biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. As it subsided, Rangiku slumped against him breathless and temporarily satisfied. "What brought that on?"

His hand slid out of her hakama and arm draped about her waist as she leaned forward against him. The weight of her breasts against his chest heavy as she heaved with breath. He smirked softly, rolling a shoulder in a shrug and traced his damp fingers over the top curve of her backside through the cloth. "I gotta have a reason for takin' advantage of the new perks of our deal?" He shrugged again and glanced over at the window. "Gotta give ya reason anyway to stay a bit when ya bring my clothes back."

"As if I wasn't gonna..." She chuckled lightly and straightened. "I quite enjoy our arrangement. I wouldn't mind making it nightly."

He unlaced his arm from her waist as she straightened from the lean against him and the almost inadvertent hug. Dropping his hand to the mattress, he brought his eyes back to her and smirked faintly. "What happened to ya sayin' that ya weren't gonna come down here every night?"

"Changed my mind. Unless of course you don't want me to."

"Nah," he said quickly, a bit quickly for his own tastes but whatever. Other than her, there really wasn't much to do in this damn place. "Nightly wouldn't be bad."

She grinned and stood up. "Good. I'll see you tonight then." Dropping to give him another kiss, she made her way over to the cell door. At that moment her demeanor changed to one of authority and power. She collected his discarded clothing and tucked them into her sleeve. When the cell door opened and two attendants carried the tub away, she closed the door behind her and realized belatedly she hadn't shackled him before leaving.

Once the woman left the cell, the arrancar flopped out on the bed and lay non responsive to anything the shinigami who entered might say or do. They said and did nothing. Fine with him. Once they were gone and the cell was locked again he stood up from the bed and walked toward the window. As he passed the chain and shackle laying unused on the floor, he quietly skidded it under the bed with his foot. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Right. Worked for him.

That taken care of, the arrancar slowly walked over to the window to stare out at the rising tower of Senzaikyou, but more important in his eyes, the broken arbor of Soukyoku. As he gazed out at the white city, he smoothed the material of the haori over his chest. Aizen's clothing, huh? So he wore this when he was here, when not in his captain's attire. When in his private quarters, plotting the things that led to Grimmjow's own rebirth.

Though the arrancar all knew that Aizen had been here, in Seireitei among the shinigami, they didn't think about it much. It seemed unreal. The one time Grimmjow had said as such, Aizen had just smiled and said it had been unreal to him as well.

Leaning against the window to see more of Seireitei, Grimmjow shifted to lean his chin on his hand and instantly all thoughts of Aizen and Seireitei vanished from his mind. Her scent was still on his fingers... That heady scent of seduction and surrender.... She might be his jailer, but in that moment, she hadn't seen him as her enemy. She'd completely surrendered to him.

A growling purr echoed in the back of his throat as he pressed his hand against his lips, eyes falling shut. She smelled good. Just the lingering scent of her on his fingers was enough to bring him back to full hardness, his arousal fading slowly as minutes ticked by and nothing was done to appease it after she left. But now it was back in full force, demanding some relief.

It wasn't relief that would wait the hours until she returned. Well he was hardly completely dependent on her. He could take care of himself, it was just so much sweeter when she saw to his needs.

Turning away from the window, he made his way back to the bed and sprawled out on it, pushing the pants down to expose his erection to the air in the room. Growling softly, he rolled to press his stomach against the bed and rolled his hips against the bed, for once its stiffness and lack of much give having a use other than putting a crick in his back when he slept. Grinding against the bed, he pressed his hand back against his mouth and sucked at his fingers, licking her taste from them and biting at them.

It was a shinigami's touch he imagined as he finally pulled his hand from his mouth and dropped it to his erection, and it was that same shinigami's name he muttered when he came.