♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Two

~Recap~


Ichigo just learned that Nami has been missing for a week and we got to see how Nami was taken away. And we’re gonna start at Nami’s POV.


~Story Start~


I breathed heavily as stopped pulling against the chains that held me to the wall. I’d been sitting up against that wall for nearly a week now, according to my zanpakuto. They hadn’t taken her away from me since Zilo told them I didn’t have an offensive zanpakuto. Finally, as I felt the burning on my wrists and ankles stop for the moment and I yanked on them again, rubbing the metal against my already raw skin. When I gave up again, I collapsed onto the floor, holding back tears of frustration as I had for ever time I had tried like this.


“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!” I screamed, hardly wincing as my voice echoed off the wall. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!”


“Shut the hell up already,” I heard someone growl outside the door that I so often tried to reach out to. “You’re giving me a fuckin’ headache.”


“Well if you would let me go, that wouldn’t be a problem would it?” I asked harshly, hating every word that I threw at the man on the other side of the door. I was beginning to sound more and more like Ichigo every minute, what with her awful language and manors and… well… just everything really. I was trying to make progress with her behavior but it was a slow process… really slow.


“You’re funny,” A familiar accent hit me like knives as the door opened, spreading too bright light across the floor and onto me. Now that I could see, I noticed that I wasn’t wearing the clothes I had been when I was out with Zilo; I was wearing a pair of shorts with a black line through them and a shirt (just like Lillinette’s).


“What do you want Gin?” I spat, the words slicing my tongue at their vile taste. “Have you finally come to kill me, or are you going to make me suffer some more?”


“Hm…” For once, the smiling face of Gin Ichimaru was frowning and his eyes were open just a slit, although it was too dark for me to see any color. “You’re not as polite as you used to be Ms. Ukitake, what happened to those manners that you used to have?”


“Let’s just say that little Strawberry grew on me.” I hissed, yanking on the chains again as I tried to pull away from the wall.


“Oh, so Ichigo Ryu has taken over? That’s amazing, I expected you to be more in control.” Gin chuckled, his fox smile returning to his face, eyes shut again. “Oh well, Grimmjow, you know what to do. It’s time for her to see Lord Aizen.”


“Right,” Grimmjow muttered, getting up and trudging into the room, arms crossed over his chest, his hollow hole hidden as he leaned down in my face and glared at me with blue eyes (which were the same color as his hair) which sent death spikes at me.


“Drop dead, scum bag,” I glared back, sure that my own eyes were doing the same towards him.


“I’d rather do that then carry you around with me all damn day. But guess what? I can’t can I, so shut your air hole and deal with it.” Grimmjow backed up enough so that he could grab the chain around my wrists and crush them with his grip. Afterwards, he leaned down and crushed the chains around my ankles, too. He didn’t have time to grab me before I was out the door, racing down the hallways, lost and confused.


Why is everything white? Why does it have to look the same as every other stupid hallway? I wanted to scream that, loud and clear for everyone to hear. When I heard footsteps coming, I took off again, my zanpakuto slapping against my leg harshly, clanging and jingling as the two charms of wings smacked each other.


“Finally, found you,” Grimmjow muttered as I looked back and slammed into something, just as I had yesterday. “Ya know, Lord Aizen is going to be pissed when we’re late.”


The blue haired man already had my hands tied, along with my legs, again like last time but this time, he didn’t sling me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he looped his arm around my waist and hung me there at his side.


“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” I’d forced myself to say it and it killed me to say that. It killed me, I tell you. Not literally of course, otherwise, I would not be here telling you my story would I? Of course not, now… on with it then.


“Of course not,” Grimmjow sighed but he just went on walking, “But, it’ll be my head if—“


“Oh that would be fantastic! Then I wouldn’t have to listen to your sarcastic, whiny ass.” I wanted to slap myself. As I said though, I heard my zanpakuto giggle at me, making it even worse. “Or, here’s a better idea, go ahead and cut it off now and I’ll make a run for it.”


“No way in hell,” I thought I heard Grimmjow smile as he spoke but I must have imagined it, for when I looked up, he looked as angry as ever.


I sighed roughly, giving up and hanging my head, letting my pink hair brush his arm and leg as I closed my eyes, falling asleep as he held me, never jostling me. It felt like forever before I awoke again, lying on a couch in an unfamiliar room.


“Oh finally,” Grimmjow’s voice came from my left as I sat up, causing me to look over at him with dangerous green eyes. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that, it was a good thing that you fell asleep and you didn’t have to witness any of Aizen’s anger. When Gin took you away from me, I half expected him to take you to either his room or back to that hell hole you were in. But no, I come back here and find you in MY bed.”


“You moved me?” I asked, smiling a little as he ranted.


“Of course I fucking moved you, you were in my bed. Jeez, like I would let you sleep with me. You’re a damn soul reaper, I wouldn’t let that happen in a million years.” He exclaimed, anger glowing on his face.


“Yeah, right…” I sighed, my smile disappearing to show the depressed face I got every time I STOPPED smiling or glaring or anything like that.


“What’s wrong?” Grimmjow asked, now too close for me to handle, nearly right in my face. When I jerked away from him, I felt the couch stop me from getting any farther. He frowned, but then asked, “Answer me, woman.”


“Why should you care?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound sharp but only getting a dull, sad sound out of it. “It’s not like my problems matter to you.”


“You’re right, they don’t matter to me.” Grimmjow muttered. “But it would help me kill some time.”


“And I should help you because…?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, my eyes dull along with my voice.


“I don’t know!! Just tell me damnit.”


I flinched as his voice grew angrier and angrier, the sound of his pissiness filling my ears with a sharp metallic sound. “Would you please stop being so angry, or at least try not to SOUND angry? Please? You’re hurting me.”


“Hurting you?” Grimmjow gave me a puzzled look. “How the hell am I doing that?”


I tapped my zanpakuto and shrugged, “Once I woke her up, she fucked with my hearing. I can HEAR emotions, much like feeling them but it hurts a lot more.” I shook my head as I realized that the word fucked had come so naturally this time.


“Huh… so… what IS your zanpakuto?” He sounded interested, but I bet he was only acting to pass the time.


Pushing him back, gently, a little, I unsheathed my blade and murmured, “Sing, Angel.” In my hands sat a harp, gleaming in the light of Grimmjow’s room. “Her spirit is the Angel of Darkness, I just call her Angel or My Dark Angel. She has two shikai, unlike most soul reapers. This one, and another which I will not be revealing to you.”


“That’s… wow that’s actually kind of cool.” Grimmjow murmured, standing up and looking over at a random clock that was set up. “Well, looks like it’s time to get you to Lord Aizen.” He held out his hand for both of mine but I shook my head, holding up my zanpakuto.


“I think I can walk without running this time,” I sighed. “I’ve pretty much accepted that I’m not going to get anywhere with running. So, I’ll walk.”


“Right,” Grimmjow scoffed, pulling me up off the couch and dragging me out the door and down many hallways towards a set of doors that looked just like every other stupid door in the place. “Only speak when spoken to. And call him—“


I cut him off, one of my hands on his mouth, “I’ll call him by the name I’ve always called him.”


“Your funeral,” He muttered and we walked into the room. The chair that I saw Sosuke Aizen sitting upon looked very much like a throne. Oh, well… how predictable.”


“Ah, Grimmjow, Ms. Ukitake, how lovely of you two to join us,” Aizen smiled, a little seductively actually. “Please, Ms. Ukitake, take a seat next to me.”


“No, thanks, princess, I think I’ll stand.” I yawned. I didn’t really call him that, it was Ichigo’s nickname for him.


“So, she has rubbed off on you,” Aizen chuckled as Grimmjow looked at me with a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look. “I’m glad Ichigo has given you such a wonderful attitude.”


“Whatever,” I muttered, feeling Grimmjow’s nudge me, his movement full of warning. “What’d you want me for, princess?”


“Ah, right,” Aizen blinked, never losing that stupid seductive smile. “You remember when I left the Soul Society correct? When Ms. Ryu said that I was only trying to play God?” When I’d nodded slightly, he continued, “Well, she was right. But of course, that’s only the half of it. I’m also trying to take over the Soul Society and to do that, I need a lot of souls.”


I gasped and eyes widened as backed away from him, Gin, and Kaname Tosen (I think that’s his name). When I felt Grimmjow grab onto my waist to keep from running away again, I made my voice work again, “You’re going to destroy Karakura town then? Is that it? So you can get your ridiculous souls?”


“Naturally,” Aizen laughed, a very sexy deep and evil laugh, but a laugh.


“And what do I have to do with this, exactly?” I demanded, trying to sound strong but failing as my voice cracked.


“What other use for you? You’re going to help me take over the Soul Society.” He raised his eyebrows as if it were obvious what his intentions were.


“But I don’t have an offensive zanpakuto,” I exclaimed, my voice shaking. “How am I to destroy anything?”


Aizen just smiled, Tosen’s face as emotionless as ever, and Gin’s eyes open just a little bit. After a while of this, I just felt like collapsing on the floor. But I couldn’t, seeing as how Grimmjow was holding me up. Finally, I couldn’t take it. “Answer me, please!”


Aizen’s eyes widened, “So, you’re still in there. Glad to know.”


“Please… first you make me stay in that room for a week, me losing my sanity every second I was there… in the dark.” I shuddered, remembering the cold, empty darkness that surrounded me. “And now, when I’m so close to losing it, you won’t even tell me why I am losing it.”


“Basically, we’re going to make your zanpakuto into an offensive one,” Aizen murmured. “You will lose every sense that you have when you go into shikai and you will learn bankai, a bankai that can kill in a split second.”


I squeezed my eyes shut, letting tears cascade down my cheeks as I felt myself break down. I didn’t want to be a weapon, not when I was already more then capable of destroying anything just by removing the gloves on my hands and ring on my finger and the patch on my shoulder.


“Grimmjow, take her to your room.” Aizen sighed as Grimmjow picked me up bridal style and carried me out and back to his room. He set me down on his bed and lay on the couch, watching and listening, waiting for me to move. But I didn’t, I was sure to sit there for hours, days, weeks, months maybe.


~Ichigo’s POV~


I raced through the barracks of every division all day long, asking each and every Captain and Lieutenant if they’d found Nami yet. I knew it was a pointless question to ask, but I really was worried.


I burst into the Eleventh Division’s Lieutenants Room, earning a giant hug from Yachiru. “Ichi!! You’ve made it!!”


“Hey Chi, have you found Nami yet?”


“Nope, Kenny sent two of our best trackers out and they still can’t find anything.”


“Who’d he send?”


“Baldy and that dressy guy that looks like a bird,” She replied childishly, grinning up at me, making me groan. Yumichika and Ikkaku, great… just fucking great.


“What’s wrong? Kenny said they were the best, after me of course.” Yachiru’s eyes grew wide and worried as my face flickered through emotions. “Are they not good enough? Should I have gone instead?”


“No, Yachiru, that wouldn’t have been necessary,” I sighed, patting her head. “Ikkaku and Yumichika are fine.” I knew she wouldn’t see past my lie and I chuckled as she grinned, letting out a loud, ‘Yay!’


After I left, I headed straight for Division 12, ignoring the curious looks I was receiving from the other soul reapers as I headed towards Nemu and her father, Mayuri. I reached my hand out and grabbed Mayuri’s shoulder, my grasp full of urgency and meaning.


“Ah, what do you need, Captain Ryu?” He asked, always having some sort of soft spot for me… which was really fucking creepy.


“Who have you sent out looking for Nami?” I asked, eyes wide and terrified.


Mayuri glanced at Nemu, nodding at her. She turned her face towards me and she smiled emotionlessly, “We’ve sent out two of our best. You wouldn’t know them though, they’re closer to Nami.”


“You brought them back?” I asked, eyes wide with terror now.


“Only to bring her back, otherwise they’re not useful.” Mayuri chuckled coldly. “Now, go check with her father.”


“Hai,” was all I could say before shunpoing straight towards the barracks of Division 13. When I reached it, Kiyone was already heading out; the young third seat grimacing as she walked towards the exit of the barracks. I called out to her gently, “Kiyone!”


“Yes?” She asked as I landed behind her, crouched like a cat as I replied, “Who has been sent out for Nami?”


“Me,” She sighed. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her, Ichigo, and she’ll be back here safe and sound soon.”


“Thank you,” I murmured before returning to my own barracks.


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Okie! Thanks a lot for reading this guys, it means a lot. I hope you enjoyed it and I will be writing to you tomorrow as well, I hope, if my sister doesn’t drag me with her on walk. –grins- Be back soon!!