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A Slave to Your Love
Chapter 2
By: Lizzy-Gold
(Grimmjow POV)
I sat in the throne room, thoroughly happy. Finally, after five LONG years, Ichigo had been located. I had just received the message from one of my men that they had found him. Apparently, he had been locked away in a virtual world. Anyway, when he entered the throne room, I smirked. He was even cuter than I remember. The way his orange hair was spiked, the way his chocolate colored eyes glistened in the light, and how small he was. It all made him look absolutely ADORABLE~! Ichigo, however, seemed to be uncomfortable.
"Hey, don't be scared. I won't hurt you." I say simply. This simple statement causes the boy to snap.
"Hurt me? HURT ME? You've already hurt me! You've taken my entire world from me! And you claim to not be hurting me?" I knew in that moment that his memories of us were gone.
"Ichigo, that wasn't your world. The world you were in was nothing more than a computer program." I explain. Ichigo's mouth drops like a stone. I wave the men out of the room, and walk over to my strawberry. "Ichigo, I know you don't remember me, but, I remember you. You were my love, my one and only, and I still love you. You were everything to me. We grew up together, my late father found you as a baby during the war. He raised you as his own, and after fifteen years, we fell in love. Then, about five years ago, you were taken from me by a group of rebels called Soul Society. They kidnapped you in the night, and locked you in a computer program. I've been looking for you ever since…" Ichigo was staring at me like I was insane. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth."
"I'm not sure that I believe you. For all I know, this could all be a dream."
Instead of answering, I simply stood, walked over to him, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. He responded instinctually, opening his mouth for me. I explored the warm, moist chamber that had been taken from me five years ago. It was even better than I remember. When I pulled away for air, I noticed that he was flushed redder than I ever thought possible.
"It seems that your body remembers me; I just wish that your mind did as well…" Ichigo looked up at me with big, innocent eyes, and it took all my self-control not to take him right then and there. I knew that I had to take this slow, so I didn't scare him. He had to remember at his own pace. I would wait for an eternity for him, if it meant that I got my Ichigo back. I smiled down at the boy, and took his hand in mine.
"What about my friends, Renji and Shinji? Are they fake too?" Ichigo suddenly asked.
"Renji Abarai? He's a Lieutenant in Soul Society. He must have been placed there to watch over you…"
"What about Shinji?"
"The name seems familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it."
"Oh…"
"I'm sorry I can't be of much help. Follow me, I'll show you to your room…" I led Ichigo out a door in the side of the room, down a hall and up a set of stairs that led to the personal living quarters of the Imperial Family, of which I am the only living member.
"This is where you will be staying." I opened a door leading to his old room. It was the same color as everything else, a pale white. In one corner, a twin bed sat with the sheets made up, just like they had been all those years ago. A desk with a white laptop on it was at the foot of the bed. On the opposite wall was a door leading to the closet. And on the far wall, a pair of twin glass doors led out to a small balcony overlooking the city below.
"What's with all the white? It's kinda boring." Ichigo stated bluntly. I burst out laughing. "What?"
"Nothing… You really haven't changed a bit." I laughed, trying to get a grip on myself, and failing miserably.
"Ass…" I heard him mumble.
"Well, to be completely honest, the white was my dad's idea. He simply loved this color, while I too find it boring. I've been meaning to change it for a while now, but I've never gotten around to it."
"Maybe I can help with that…" I send him a strange look, at which he elaborates. "I've been studying Interior Design in school; this would be a great chance to test out what I learned."
"Okay. You can be the designer. I'll get you a sketch book or something tomorrow. In the meantime, are you hungry?"
"A little..."
"How about some sashimi? If I remember correctly, it was one of your favorite foods."
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