Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ THE CAPTIVE ❯ Chapter 7

Life as a human, even in gigai was quite mundane. More than once, Rangiku had found herself wondering just how Urahara had stood it for so long. It had been barely a month, but the hoo-hum life was getting to her. Urahara still maintained his abilities as a shinigami. The large scar across her back had permanently severed her saketsu chain and hakusui soul sleep. She was no more powerful than the recently dead spirits which she saw on occasion.

Even that was fading the longer she stayed. She knew it had to do with the gigai she'd been given. She was no fool. Every day was a struggle to see more, to do more than what was beyond human ability. It bothered her. There was no one in Karakura to socialize with. The kids were still in Hueco Mundo fighting for Orihime. She was left to her own devices and means. Though Kisuke was a nice distraction, he also served as a painful reminder of what she had willingly sacrificed.

Her only consolation was that she hadn't been executed, simply exiled.

Tired and weary she pushed open the door of her apartment with her shoulder, her hands busy with the evening's groceries and a few odds and ends she needed. She paused once inside and closed the door behind her. There was something different and familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint what.

The different and familiar thing was sitting in her living room in a cushy armchair, his waraji wearing feet propped up on her coffee table and left arm draped across his thigh. Cool aqua eyes watched the woman as she busied herself with putting away things, not even yet hitting the light switch to illuminate the room and reveal her uninvited guest.

So it was true... He should have known, when Aizen told him so and gave him permission to go to the living world on a certain errand. Aizen would never send him on a fool's errand, a wild goose chase. He'd known it as soon as he set foot in this apartment. It reeked of her. It wasn't properly furnished, but the sake bottle on the counter... he'd recognize that style anywhere.

And that taste.

It was her preferred sake. How she got it from Seireitei, he'd never know. Maybe that crazy merchant Yammy had told him about, with the green and white hat. It didn't matter in the end. All that mattered was her. The one he'd been sent for. The one he wanted to see.

"They made ya human."

The jar of cherries slipped from her hands and crashed to the floor shattering on her foot. Rangiku spun at the sound of the very familiar voice. Her eyes widened into saucers as she flicked on the light and saw for a fact he was there in her home. Her shabby, lonely, pathetic little home.

Her first instinct was to flash step as it was much faster than actually walking, but all she managed to do was step on the mess of cherries and glass in front of her. She cursed softly, but ignored the bleeding and the glass in her foot. Then she replayed his words in her head and stiffened defensively. "It's not all bad, being a human..."

Had it been any other shinigami, shamed and their powers missing, sent down to the living world to live out their lives, attempting to shyunpo and forgetting, and instead just cutting their foot, he would have laughed. Long and loud. But instead his eyes just burned with anger, and he stayed seated where he was. "It doesn't suit ya."

"It was either this or death. At the time it felt the lesser of two evils." She tried another step, but it was useless it hurt too damn much. Instead she hopped up on the island counter and attempted to get the glass out of her foot.

Planting his hands on the arms of the chair, Grimmjow raised himself up to stand and made his way to the kitchen in two steps of sonido. Her human eyes probably could barely follow the movement, making him appear by the chair one second and the next he was at her sink, opening the cabinet underneath it to pull out a small first aid kit. Grabbing up gauze, he went to stand in front of her and shoved her hands away from her injured foot.

"Bein' here though, you're as good as dead," he said, using the edge of his nail to get the glass out. "You said it yourself.... Ya know about the Ouken. Ya know the method to creating it."

"I know. Slow torture seemed the best way to go though." She watched him tend to her foot, noting how he handled her with two hands and not just one. She eyed the first aid kit and then him. Just how much of her crappy place had he seen? A soft laugh escaped her lips. "So which did you like more. The baby blue thong or the black lace cheekies?"

He shrugged softly, getting the glass out and dropping it on a piece of gauze. Holding her foot in one hand, he wrapped it with the other. He held no embarrassment about being caught in his familiarity with her cabinets and drawers. He'd been waiting here awhile, he'd gotten bored. "Black lace. I always liked fuckin' ya in black." He looked up at her, scowling. "That ain't the point though. There ain't no other place you'll go live? You're dead center in what'll be ground zero. An' we're a lot closer to that day than ya--" No, that wasn't right. This close to her, he could tell that her powers weren't just sealed away. They were gone. She wasn't one of them anymore. She was, as he'd said, human. "Than they realize."

So he could tell what they'd done to her. She shrugged as he tied the last of bandage about her foot. "Not like I have the means to go anywhere else. This is the spiritual center. First port of call for anyone exiting Soul Society. Not like I have a lot of job skills either. Let's see I'm really good at napping, giving head and oh I can ink forty characters a minute without smudging the scroll." She smiled. "I'm not good for anything really. I just sweep floors at the hospital."

Tossing the gauze aside, he closed the first aid kit and put it back where he'd found it before returning to flomp in the chair. He didn't even remove his zanpakuto from his hip as he settled back in the chair, he just angled the sheath up. Dropping his elbow on the chair, he perched his chin on his hand and eyed her. Her powers being gone didn't pose a problem... Aizen had said that.

"Jus' as well... Ya movin' wasn't really an option." He shrugged his shoulders. If that had been what she wanted, he would have found a way to arrange it, whether it pissed Aizen off or not. His repayment to her for letting him escape. "Ya got some options then, Rangiku."

Carefully she made her way over to him and sat on the small coffee table across from his chair. "Options? Are you here to whisk me away to some other town where I can live happily ever after? I think much more of living like this and I'll go crazy."

Once she was closer, he hooked his toes under the curved under edge of the coffee table and dragged it and her closer to the chair and then dropped his free arm against the hilt of his zanpakuto. The length of it shifted, pressing against her inner knee. "One option... I can kill ya. End this. Dun really know if ya'd go straight back to Rukongai, Hueco Mundo, or reborn out here as a full out human."

"I'm still not quite ready for that option. Got any others?"

"Ya go to Hueco Mundo. With me."

"As a prisoner or concubine?"

"I can't tell ya details... Ya jus' gotta decide." He leaned forward in the chair, dropping his hand, the hand he'd not had in existence when last with her, on her knee and slid it up her leg slowly. The hem of her skirt not posing much barrier as he hitched it up with his touch. "Ya got a day... Then I go back. Wit' or without ya."

His touch seemed to burn her. It had been far too long since the last time. She felt the familiar stirring of desire and moaned. She smiled and moved closer just a bit, letting her knees part just a little. "A day huh? Am I gonna sit here alone for that day or are you stickin' around to plead your case?"

"I'm supposed to be keepin' a low profile..." His hand lingered at her inner thigh, not moving up any further until her legs parted more for his touch. "So there ain't much more I can do than hang here wit' ya. If ya gotta go to work tomorra', that's okay. I only got through half'a your drawers in your bathroom. Got some weird stuff in there."

She laughed. "I'm free tomorrow actually. And what exactly did you find snooping through my bathroom drawers." Slowly her hand moved to her blouse and began slipping the buttons open, revealing the sexy lacy bra beneath. "More of this?" she said indicating the teal undergarment she wore.

"Nah those are in your bedroom," he said with a quirked grin and tilted his head. So that's what those things looked like on her. They'd looked sexy enough just in the drawer, and in his hands held out and looked at. But on her... It made him smirk, reminding him of a conversation they'd had about binding her breasts down. "Random weird things... Twisted little metal thing. And that cylindrical thing. With the cord. Why's your dildo got a cord?"

"My curling iron and eye-lash curler?" She giggled. "The former is for curling my hair, the latter my eyelashes. Though admittedly I never use either. I just have them."

"Dun believe ya. Ya wouldn't bother having them if that were the case." He finally shifted his hand higher on her thigh, fingers brushing at the soft lacy fabric of her panties. Now that too was a new thing. She'd never once worn those when back in Seireitei. He wasn't sure how he felt about that little barrier between his fingers and her sex. "So ya gonna tell me? How they knew. Or did they know, an' exile was your punishment for gettin' 'overpowered'?"

"I have 'em cuz I thought I needed them. Turns out they're rather annoying to use, so I don't." It was very nice to have him touch her again. So much so that she had to run his question in her mind a half dozen times before it made any sense. "Your zanpakuto. It was in Hitsugaya's office."

"...ch'," he muttered in annoyance. Stupid shinigami. So damned smart. So all of that random darting around he'd done to make it look like he was looking for the gate had been for naught. Still muttering to himself about how he should have asked where had been kept and run by there as well while he was leading the shinigami on a chase, he distracted himself by tugging the panties aside to slide his fingers over her.

Lifting herself slightly from the tabletop she swayed temptingly, hoping he'd pull the darned thing off and touch her properly. "I'm the only one with the ability and gall to steal from my own captain."

When she swayed in closer, she didn't quite get what she wanted. Instead she got his face pressed against her neck, nuzzling and nibbling at the soft flesh as his fingers dipped lower to rub over her. Getting closer to her sex, and tugging her panties lower, but still just running his fingers through the trimmed golden hairs. "I never really got a chance to thank ya properly... Wasn't time. But I sure as hell wouldn't'a left without it."

Her head fell back with a whispered sigh and with it her body fell back on the coffee table pulling him with her. Rangiku arched closer to him, giving into his touch. She'd missed him and now there was nothing keeping her from showing him she had. "No you got the next...day... no make that week... month.. year... how ever long you'll have me to make it up to me..."

He stood as she fell back, one hand planting on the surface of the coffee table beside her and leaned over her as she sat. His zanpakuto swung back into place as he stood upright but he ignored it and finally hooked his fingers into the front panel of her panties to yank them down her legs. It was weird, having his hand down between her thighs, her heat unaccompanied by any of her usual reiatsu. That was fine though. The heat was the same. He'd make Seireitei see their mistake in ripping her powers from her. Their loss, only. Not his. And in the end, certainly not hers.

"You're makin' your decision then? To come wit' me?" he asked against her ear. Like he was giving her much of a fair choice. As he voiced the words, his hand returned under her skirt and rubbed his finger along the slick folds before pushing into her.

"Yes, yes..." She arched and welcomed his touch, needing it desperately. Lusty fire burned in her eyes but also acceptance of him and what he offered. She had betrayed her friends when she first took her enemy as a lover, and they in turn had cast her off and sentenced her to an unsure death. Now she was being given a chance to live life and live it with the man she'd given up everything for.

No she would not be letting this one get away as she had the last one. She was staying at his side no matter what capacity that entailed.

Thank the gods... It was the answer he'd been hoping he'd hear from her. Killing her, he'd realized, wouldn't have made him happy. But if that was the decision she'd made, he wouldn't have forced her to the other option. Aizen had made it clear he only wanted her in Hueco Mundo if that was the choice she would come willingly.

Suffice to say, he was quite pleased with her answer and showed it by pushing his fingers deeper into her. His head hovered close to hers as he leaned over her, pressing her body back to recline back on the coffee table as his leg shifted to press between her legs and widen their part. "Should I take ya back now, then? Since ya don't need the whole day to consider..."

She smirked at him, matching the thrusts of his fingers. "You wanna stop now so you can go home?" Her hand reached out, tugging the front of his hakama down, exposing his cock. She purred with delight as her feet hooked on the edge of the coffee table, invitingly spreading her legs for him. "You don't wanna finish? I mean we have a day."

She was now completely human, but she was exactly the same. That smile was at least. That deliciously wicked smile, curving her full lips and matching the lusty twinkle in her pale blue eyes. It was a look that had haunted him while he'd been kept captive, made him long for her next visit like some damn puppy waiting for its master to come home so it could go for a walk.

She wasn't the bored human, suffering from a little bit of depression and a lot of boredom. She was his right now... his sexy, confident, traitorous shinigami.

He grinned almost teasingly at her, slowing the thrusts of his fingers until they only stayed embedded in her, completely still, and his thumb circled over her clit. "Ya 'ready went and made your decision."

Her breath was short and raspy. The look she gave him was demanding, confident. She wasn't a woman to be denied. Her hand moved to one breast and pulled the lace back, exposing one breast and then the other. It was time to pull out the big guns. She knew he was weak against them and she was going to exploit.

His gaze drifted down as she exposed her breasts to him, groin tightening as heat coiled at the apex of his body. He hadn't thought her flesh could ever look softer than it already did, but now it did. Each of those soft, perfect round breasts, cream and pink, spilling out of the teal lace. Nothing else was like them. He knew that for damn certain. His hand lifted from the table to palm one of her breasts, missing the tingle of her reiatsu across his skin, but he didn't care. He teased the nipple as his other hand teased at her clit. "Guess it's jus' a day... Can make Aizen-sama wait a bit longer for us to return. He wasn't even that mad after I was gone for two weeks."

Her hand wrapped around his dick pumping him slowly as she grinned in triumph. Tossing her head back she enjoyed the touch of each hand on her body. It was new and invigorating and so delicious. He'd been phenomenal with one hand but now with two he was devastating.

A soft groan was pulled from his lips as her hand pumped at him and he let his head fall to claim her lips, the kiss hot and hungry, his tongue quick to ravish her mouth and war with hers and let her know exactly what was soon to come. Breaking the kiss, he grinned and twisted his fingers in her before sinking down to his knees before the low coffee table and pulled his fingers from her to touch on her hip, pulling her forward to the edge of it. He saw her looking at his hand, the one that was new to her, and smirked. "Welcome home present."

"I'll have to thank Orihime when I get home..." She released his cock and skimmed her hand up his chest until she reached his cheek and resumed their kiss.

She was already calling it home. That single word made Grimmjow grin against the kiss and he kept his hold on her hip, tugging her forward. He rewarded her for that fact by pulling her off of the coffee table and onto him, impaling her. She was easy enough to support, with the coffee table at her back, and with both of his arms locked around her.

"Unngh, yeah baby... there we go..." She nipped at his lips, grinning, her body bucking and clenching around him. It felt so good to have him inside her once again, moving with her, his cock pulsing with heat and that erotic throb of his reiatsu.

Grimmjow gave a low hiss as he jerked his hips to bury all the way into her and then just held still, his fingers clenching on her shoulder as he had to keep himself from coming right then and there. She might be missing the electricity of her reiatsu clashing was his, adding heat to their sex, but the warmth of her sex around him was exactly the same. Opening his eyes, he nipped at her mouth and started an almost painfully slow rhythm in and out of her. As he did, he carefully let down the locks he had on his reiatsu to be here without being detected, letting it surge against her as he was connected to her.

The arrancar's reiatsu felt strange as it suffused her body. It was uncomfortable at first like having something forcibly shoved through her body. She moaned but grew used to it and quickly found herself craving more of it, clinging to him not for the forcible way he fucked her but for that energy which she soaked up like a sponge. She begged in his ear for both.

She was a woman used to having power, having pride in that power. Power that had been cruelly ripped from her. Having suffered his own power loss with the lack of his arm, he could relate to what she was currently suffering. It was no wonder she soaked it up, greedy for both his cock and the pulse of his reiatsu intimately against her. He gave her both, clasping her face in his hand to kiss her deeply and suck at her mouth as he pumped into her. He hated the lock he had to keep on his reiatsu, he so wanted to just flare it to full strength, but it was just as well he couldn't. She wasn't the vice captain shinigami anymore, she was just a plus soul. She wouldn't be able to handle such an outlash of power. He had no desire to find himself fucking a fresh, base level hollow.

It was too much. She couldn't take it anymore. She arched, surrendering her orgasm with a loud cry against his lips. She shook and trembled against him, feeling entirely different than she had before she walked through that door.

His hips grinded hard into her as she climaxed around him, the arrancar groaning softly and locking his reiatsu down again lest he lose control as his own release chased at his heels. Grimmjow tightened his hand on her shoulder and drew her back from the tight clasp of her body against his, letting his head fall to feast on her perfect breasts as he found his end.

She sat with him on the coffee table panting and spent and far from ready to give up this first quiet free moment they'd ever shared. Rolling her head back, she gazed up at him, caressing his cheek. "Do we need to go yet? There was one thing I always wanted to do to you that I never could do to you while you were my prisoner."

Bringing his head up after a quick lick and nibble to her breast, the arrancar quirked a brow at her. "We got time still."

"I always wanted to bathe with you..."

He of course didn't even have to ask where the bathroom was. And he wasn't the type to play coy and cute. Teasing her that he was about to stop mid-foreplay and skip the fuck to go back to Hueco Mundo was as coy as he got. Pulling out of her, he stilled her when she moved to unwrap her legs from him and just hoisted her up as he stood, easily carrying the woman. He swore half her weight was her breasts. "I did kinda get used to havin' company while I bathed..."

"You have no idea how many times I nearly climbed in that damn tub with you." Ravenous. She was utterly ravenous for him. Now that she was free to have him whenever, wherever and however she wanted him, she wasn't about to hide her desires and wishes from him.

He grinned softly and set her on the counter once in the bathroom and lifted his hand to rub across her lips. "Ya shoulda. Was a small tub, but ya woulda fit. Ya were already fuckin' me wit' your eyes any time I bathed anyway."

"I was. You look so good all wet."

"So get the taps runnin' and ya can see me all wet again, wench," he said, giving a smack to her ass before stepping away from the counter to fully undress.

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A trip through the garganta was an experience for anyone, especially someone previously accustomed only to the dangai and currently with no spiritual power. Grimmjow allowed the woman a moment to collect herself before leading her down the wide hallway to the main chamber. When the doors opened for him and his retrieved guest, he wasn't surprised to see the other Espada and Aizen's lieutenants gathered in the chamber, murmuring when they entered but falling silent as he and Rangiku came further in.

The doors closed with a loud echo and Grimmjow stopped halfway into the room, not liking to crane his head up too much to look at Aizen on his dais. Glancing over his shoulder, he reached to grasp Rangiku by the elbow. She'd so far been one step behind him the entire walk through Las Noches, but he pulled her up even with him.

"Aizen-sama," he said, giving the faintest, slightest inclination of his head as a bow.

So this was Hueco Mundo and this was Aizen's chamber. This would be her home. These people would be her family. It was strange to think that a month ago she was waging a war against these people and now she was in the center of their ranks awaiting the results of her decisions.

Rangiku gave no thought as to who might be around and looking. Instead she dropped to kneel, however she quirked her head up with a playful tilt and an impish smirk. "Aizen... I am yours to command."

The woman's casual address of the ruler of this plane caused a faint murmur to ripple through the chamber, but fell silent quickly enough with a simple raise of the former captain's hand.

One of the murmurs caught Grimmjow's attention and he flicked his gaze over, catching sight of Ichimaru standing off in the shadows. A faint smirk curved his lips but he left his full attention where it belonged. "The process has been started. It's as ya said. She took well t' it."

"Of course. I knew she would. She is an incredibly strong woman." Aizen rose slowly and motioned for her to rise. When she did, the man came down the dais, and clasped the woman by the chin. He looked at her and then at Grimmjow. "I thank you for allowing him to come home. Are you ready to start? It won't be a pleasant process for you." Without looking, he grinned. "Gin, bring Orihime to the birthing chamber. We shall see what becomes of you, though..." He glanced at Grimmjow. "I think you will be pleased. Let it never be said that I am not a generous man."

Grimmjow just smirked faintly and gave a faint nod. He knew that. He'd said that very same thing to Rangiku once. Any time he had his issues with Aizen, he need only lift his left hand as reminder of the man's generosity and reward for those who served him well. Even those that were captured, but never betrayed him.

Letting the man get a ways down the hallway leading to the birthing chamber, he finally glanced over to Rangiku. He saw the question in her eyes, that had been there since he'd mentioned 'process'. She'd been wise not to voice it. "I toldja. I couldn't give ya details. Aizen-sama made that damn clear. Ya had to decide to come here, not knowin' what waited for ya. Bein' a prisoner, bein' my concubine, or bein' one of us. Ya made the right decision."