-Grimmjow-

Grimmjow huffed again as he looked over all the papers on his desk. Being the manager of a Record Company was not easy at all. He would have never thought in a million years that he would be here in this point of his life. Actually finishing high school as well as college was a great achievement for him. It's been seven years since then, such a long time ago he thought as he scratched his name on another paper. Sighing he leaned back into his chair, pinching the bridges of his nose; his chest was starting to hurt again making him feel even more depressed than he already was. The scar on his there felt like it was burning; he lifted one of his hands to rub at it, not wanting to remember that night all those years ago.

Pushing the thought away he got up and started to get his things together, it was finally Friday and he didn't have to work till Tuesday. As soon as he put on his messenger bag someone came barging inside his office.

"Yo Grim about to head out?" Grimmjow scowled at the blonde before walking towards the door, "What do you want Kira?" he asked impatiently. Kira smiled brightly as he followed Grimmjow into the elevator.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to come out and have drinks," he said.

"Who are we?" Grimmjow asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, me Shuuhei, Yumi, and Ikkaku," Kira answered. Grimmjow leaned against the wall; he remembered the last time they all went out together…

"No," was his straight answer. Kira smile dropped from his face, "Oh come on, don't be a party pooper," Kira complained. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing the lobby. Grimmjow scrunched up his face as he walked out, "One I don't feel like going, two I hate being around you guys when your drunk and three don't you have to work in the morning," he stated. Kira laughed.

"That what's being young for," he said brightly. Grimmjow scoffed as he walked out the glass doors and to his car, right before he was going to unlock the door Kira put a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder.

"Grimmjow your twenty-five years old, you're the youngest manger to run a company like this, you're making money like it's nothing, ya need to live a little," Kira said.

Grimmjow was now sitting in his car looking out the windshield, a lost look in his eyes. "None of that matters me," Grimmjow said quietly. Kira looked confused for a minute, "So if none of that matters to you, then what does?" Kira questioned. Grimmjow felt his chest burning again, his hand moving up to rub at the familiar spot.

"You wouldn't understand," he said finally before shutting the car door, putting the key in and driving off home.

Not even an hour later did Grimmjow pulled up into the parking garage, parking in the spot he always parks in. Getting out he walked over to the elevator and pressed the L button for the lobby. He wasn't going to lie to himself; yes he has a lot of money and he didn't want it to go to waste so the condo that he lived in on the top floor was something to look at. Hearing the familiar ding of the elevator he stepped out and headed to the other elevator that would take him to his room.

As he walked he heard the familiar whiny voice at the reception booth, he said hi like he always does even though the orange haired girl annoyed the fuck out of him. Sighing once again he was in the elevator he let the tiredness of the day show on his face. Everything was so repetitive, he would've never thought that his life would be so….periodic. It's like a cycle he goes through every single day and it was starting to wear him down. Once he was on his floor his trudged to the end where his condo lay, opening the door he was greeted (as always) by his white cat king.

A smile twitching at his lips when he saw the happy look on the cats face, scratching behind his white ears. He set all of his stuff down by the door and headed to kitchen where he started to make something to eat. Not in the mood to cook like he usually does when he gets home from work, he just made a simple sandwich. Heading out to the living and towards the huge window that had a perfect view outside, he was a little put off when he first saw the window; I mean it took up half the living room wall but once putting a curtain up it looked pretty nice. Actually the entire condo is really nice, plenty of room to go by; the colors (blue, white, and little bits of green) were nice also. He nearly jumped out of his skin when King jumped on his shoulders, meowing real loud.

"Sneaky little shit," Grimmjow muttered with a smile as he walked over to the kitchen again to fill King's bowl.

After doing that he went down the hall to go take his shower, then putting on some comfortable sweatpants. He went inside his room leaving the door slightly open, knowing that King would be trotting inside sometime in the middle of the night. Laying down he fell into a familiar restless slumber like he did every single day.

The water that dripping from the ceiling was so very irritating it was seriously driving him insane. He tried to concentrate on anything but that noise. Ulquiorra was sitting on an old mattress in the corner of Aizen's basement, you would think he would get some nice room but no, he was just a pet. He hated it but it was true, he was Aizen's pet, his little whore, slut, bitch whatever you want to call it and he hated it. He wishes he could go back in time to when he first met Aizen; His father had a debt to pay back to the brunette and that day he had to take Ulquiorra along. When their eyes met Ulquiorra instantly knew he didn't like this guy and that he was trouble. He would never forget the fear that was in his father's eyes when he said that he didn't have the money yet. He remembered everything that Aizen said that night, the threats he said, the promises that were going to happen if they didn't get the money back. His father said he'll get it back within a couple of days, which seemed to put Aizen off. However Ulquiorra knew what kind of person Aizen was, he meant all the things he said and the look on his father's face told that he was going to need a couple more days to get the money back. So he did what he thought would be best for his family.

He bought them time.

The day after that he went back to that house and wasn't surprised that Aizen answered the door with that damn smirk on his face. He could remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

Years Before (When his family was alive)

"I knew you would be back," Aizen said as he held the door open.

Ulquiorra stood there not moving an inch, "I came here for my father's sake," he stated.

Aizen's brows raised, "Oh how sweet you care about your dear father," he mocked.

Ulquiorra resisted kicking Aizen in the balls, his foot tapping impatiently. "I'd do anything to help him," he said softly.

"Hmm anything you say," Aizen questioned a smile growing on his face. "Well come on in," he said.

However in the end it only resulted in his family getting slaughtered. Ulquiorra felt ashamed of himself, he thought he was helping out but in reality he was just whoring himself out to Aizen. Tears pricked at his eyes as he curled up on the old mattress, the thin blanket that he's been using for so long forgotten on the floor. Nothing in his life never turns out right, his family gone, his education gone, his friends gone, his lover…that was definitely gone. Aizen took everything away from him on that day; New years to be exact was the worst day of his life. That day good people got hurt, some killed.

Suddenly the door swung open and somebody was towering over him, turning he saw one of Aizen assistants glaring down at him.

"Get up Aizen wants you immediately," the low voice said. Fear went through Ulquiorra's body instantly; he was dreading when Aizen would call him back to the room, he knew he was going to get the punishment beyond any punishments for what he did last week. Getting up slowly he walked towards the door and up the stairs, down the familiar hallway until he saw the two wooden door. Taking a deep breath he opened the door to be greeted with Aizen…..and that damn smirk.

Grimmjow woke up to a loud beeping sound coming from his right. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes he looked over to see that his alarm clock was blaring at seven. Cursing himself he slammed the off button, he totally forgot to turn it off last night. How wonderful he thought as he flopped down on his bed, on his day off and he already up too early in the damn morning. King chose to climb up onto his chest, his white ears flat against his head, Grimmjow sighed before getting up causing the cat to jump off onto the floor.

He walked into the kitchen to fill up King's bowl and after doing that he walked in the living room and lay on the couch. He turned the T.V on and the first thing he sees are the twins, it was no surprise those two were always on T.V seeing hot they were the hottest actors out there right now. He rubbed his eyes again before letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. He watched the fan spin slowly; around and around it went lulling him back to sleep. However it was short lived when he phone started to ring, grumbling under his breath he got up and walked back to his room to get his phone.

"What," he answered not too politely.

"Aww now is that any way to talk to an ol' friend," Nnoitra said. Grimmjow held the phone away from his ear for a second, he looked at it incredulously.

"How the….what –"Listen I'll explain later meet me at that little café by your old house," he said into the phone before hanging up. Grimmjow's jaw dropped at this, what the hell was going he hadn't seen Nnoitra since…..that day when he woke up in the hospital they told him that he was dead. Why would he…."What the fuck," Grimmjow yelled as walked out the room and to the bathroom. The faster he got ready to go meet him the faster he could get some damn answers.

"Ahaa im sorry," Ulquiorra screamed.

"Really because I don't think you are," Aizen said as he brought down the whip on Ulquiorra's back again.

Half of Ulquiorra's stomach was on the bed while the rest was in the air, where Aizen was brutally thrusting into him while whipping his back harshly. In his head he really didn't think what he did last week was that bad, I mean if you were getting pretty much raped every day and you had all that pent up anger of course you're gonna something brash right. Well kicking Aizen in the face, and then turning around and kicking him in his balls was what he did and honestly he thought that the brunette deserved it.

However lying on this bed getting fucked and whipped at the same time, he was regretting what he did. Begging and crying and telling Aizen that he was sorry was the only way to make the other stop, he cried out again as Aizen whipped him; this was tortured he thought complete and utter torture.

"Now you will be more obedient….right," Aizen whispered in Ulquiorra's ear.

Ulquiorra tried to not shy away from the man, but gave a slight nod. His head was suddenly yanked back a hand weaved tightly in his hair.

"Answer me!" Aizen growled.

Ulquiorra held back a whimper before saying, "Yes—"Yes what," Aizen said.

"Yes sir," he said softly.

Aizen smirked before pulling out and cleaning himself up, he left Ulquiorra there on the bed a mess.

Yah he seriously regretted kicking Aizen…..

Hey you guys yes if havent noticed this is the sequel to Ironic Love... i knew it took forever but yeah it's up. Oh and another thing is started a story on FictionPress it's called Bodyguard, and my user is Love U Te so check that out if ya want.

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