Pairing: GinxIchigo

Summary: Hell was the place where you faced your demons, day after day for the rest of eternity. Looks like his favourite hobby was going to turn into his worst nightmare.

Warnings: Yaoi, AU, sexual situations, like always.

A Demon's Work Is Never Done

Chapter One

After a lifetime of being told to 'Go to Hell', he smirked as he was being escorted through the mighty gates themselves.

So, yeah, it kind of sucked that he was dead and everything. But, you go when you go. There was nothing he could do about it. And if he was still alive, he would have lost that 10,000 he bet Ulquiorra that it was all a load of bull. Hell and all that shit.

Ulquiorra, to the plain eye, looked like a little emo freak who worship Satan and all that fun. But in actual fact he was a strict Christian. It came as a huge shock to Grimmjow, who found him coming out of a church on a Sunday afternoon. Grimmjow shook his head with the irony, it was like Ulquiorra had been condemning him to this fate the whole time he had known the slight man.

Ulquiorra had always told him when he came back from his little 'adventures', that he was going straight to Hell, and that he wouldn't realise why until he was put on trial in the Great Court of Lucifer.

Seriously, words straight from the guy's mouth.

Grimmjow had never been much of a believer in the afterlife. He was more of a here and now person, focusing on the fun he could have today not the questionable life he would have after he closed his eyes for the last time. It had been too soon in his opinion, but whatever. Die young, stay beautiful, right?

Not to brag, but Grimmjow knew he was hot. Nothing short of God's gift to women, a title he had lived up to the whole of his 26 years. 6'2'' of sheer magnificence that never failed to turn the heads of the most beautiful women he set his sights on.

But one thing he would vehemently deny, was the accusation that he was shallow. Looks weren't something that he focused on when he was out looking for his next prey. It was much more complex than that. Grimmjow only looked for the taken women of the world. Got a boyfriend? Good. Married? Fucking fantastic!

He had some decency, he tried to avoid the ones with little kids, but teenagers? They'd get over it. They would probably agree with him most of the time.

The only sin Grimmjow ever saw in the world was a woman with an ungrateful fucker who didn't deserve her. It was his mission to liberate these women from the mindset that the scumbag was the best they could get. Enter Grimmjow, aka God's Gift to Women, and fuck some sense into them. And hey, they either took charge and set down some ground rules that would whip their men into shape, or they left the bastard. If the latter was their course of action, cue swift exit from Grimmjow.

If Ulquiorra could hear him now, he'd start up the sermon about how Grimmjow's justification for how he seduced married women into leaving their husbands on the pretence that Grimmjow was the 'best' that they could get and watch their lives fall apart as Grimmjow just disappeared as soon as he heard the words 'So now what?'.

In plain speak, he liked to screw married women and then leave as soon as the woman fell asleep. Just because he could. May be he was starting to get why he was in Hell … nah, must be something else.

While he could admit that he had never believed in the afterlife, Grimmjow was impressed with Lucifer's choice of decoration. The man had style. All the way to the Courtroom, Ulqui had been right about something at least, the corridors were lined with various groups of scantily dressed women. All turned their heads as he walked by with his guard, licking their lips and fluttering their lashes his way. It would be far too much to expect any of these temptresses to have a ring on their finger so he merely smirked at them as he passed.

Old habits die hard.

Once through yet another set of giant black doors brought him and his guard out in front of a grand courtroom with three judges and a single throne on a raised balcony overseeing the entire room. The throne was empty and in darkness. A loud banging brought Grimmjow's attention to the three judges.

One was how you would usually picture a judge, old with white hair and a lot of strong opinions of the acts of the younger generation. He sat in the centre and had been the one to call order. To his right was a brunette man with sleepy grey eyes and a kept goatee. His head was resting on the palm of his right hand and looked like he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right then and there. Grimmjow couldn't blame him.

The third was so pretty, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or woman. Lush lips were set in a scowl that matched the hard look he was receiving from beautiful brown eyes. Outstanding orange hair settled around the otherwise angelic complexion, falling into the intense eyes that were pinning him to the spot. The gorgeous creature was looking at him with such distaste, Grimmjow was almost repenting for whatever sin he had ever committed. As if doing so might stop this heavenly being from regarding as the scum of the earth.

'Court is in order! This is how this is going to work Mr Jaegerjaques, you have been sent to straight to Hell, so your guilt is undeniable. The court will state your crimes and then give you a single task to complete that will reverse the 'Guilty' judgement. Starrk … Starrk, wake up!'

The lethargic brunette opened his eyes slightly and yawned behind his other gloved hand. 'You are being charged with manslaughter, adultery, assisted and otherwise and heresy. For all these things you are hereby found guilty and will have a mission that coincides with your most frequently committed sin.' The brunette nodded at the third judge and promptly fell back asleep.

The orange-haired beauty regarded him coldly for a moment longer before saying, 'I don't know what you want me to say. I hate people like him.'

'Lord Kurosaki, you are supposed to give him his task. May I again say that we are grateful for you stepping in for Miss Harribel.' The old judge bowed his head in curtsey. The angelic judge, identified as Kurosaki, rolled his eyes lightly and held out a hand. A smaller demon appeared at his side, knelt with bowed head, and handed Kurosaki a scroll. The demon swiftly made his exit without acknowledgement from the judges.

Kurosaki enrolled the scroll slightly and looked over the task. His eyes darkened as he sent an accusatory glare towards the old judge.

'What is the meaning of this? Is it absolute?' Kurosaki didn't show the words written on the scroll, nor did his lessen his glare.

'Yes, Lord Kurosaki. The tasks are set by his High Lordship, we have no control over it.'

'Fine, but I'm not reading it aloud.' The image of the angelic judge wavered slightly before suddenly reappearing a few feet before Grimmjow's spot on the black marble ground. There was a billowing of sheer black material as Kurosaki's lithe form dropped before him. There was a distinct twinkling of gold throughout the air as Kurosaki rose, his garment floating to the ground around him.

His clothes were not unlike the women who were positioned along the corridors, though of a much higher standard and far more tasteful. Grimmjow couldn't help but be reminded of the Middle East, with the long flowing black harem trousers, low on a slight waist and slim hips. A tight-fitting, high-collared waistcoat of black silk, embroidered with patterns of spun gold hid a lean torso from his eyes. Kurosaki's delicate looking wrists and ankles were bound with manacles of gold and black diamonds.

Lord Kurosaki held out the hand with the scroll tightly enclosed. Grimmjow followed the line the arm made up to Kurosaki's celestial face. The beautiful brown eyes were heavily outlined with thick kohl, making them stand out against his soft skin that held a faint shimmer of gold to it. He was too perfect. Too perfect to belong in this place surrounded by the spawn of evil, which now, he thought, included himself.

Grimmjow slowly raised his hand to receive the scroll, only to be pushed to his knees by several large guards.

'How dare you stand before Lord Kurosaki like an equal!' To male a point his head was pushed down further to an awkward angle, Kurosaki's bare feet where all he could see. 'Forgive us, my Lord. We should have been more vigilant.'

'Stand down. Raise your hands, not your head.' The tone was bored tinged with annoyance, 'By order of His High Lordship, this is the task you must complete in order to get a retrial.' Grimmjow was surprised when the scroll was placed gently into his palms. He had thought he had taken in everything of Ichigo's appearance, but within the warm softness of Ichigo's hands he felt a rough scraping along his right palm, it was almost as if …

'My, my, my … What is this, Lord Kurosaki?' The warm feeling of Kurosaki's hands suddenly left his, leaving a coldness settle over his entire being.

'My Lordship, how wonderful it is that you grace us with your presence.' Kurosaki's smooth baritone replied to what only could be described as the Boss man himself. Satan, Lucifer, whatever you called him. He was here and Grimmjow was glad that his head was still being held down, even as the guards around him knelt as well. Ichigo remained standing.

'I have a task for you, my dear Lord Kurosaki. Could you ensure that you finish up here quickly? It is a very urgent matter.'

'Certainly, my Lordship. As you command.'

'Oh, make sure you do. We have urgent business to attend to.'

Kurosaki's warm aura moved further from him, til he could almost no longer feel him. The booming voice of the old judge rang out.

'Ah, Miss Harribel has returned. Thank you for your services Lord Kurosaki.'

'It was no problem His High Lordship's decisions are absolute. Now if you will excuse me.'

The pressure on the back of his head was lifted just in time to see Kurosaki's billowing clothes disappear through another set of black marble doors. He did not even glance back at Grimmjow. For some reason that deeply irked Grimmjow.

'You are dismissed, Mr Jaegerjaques.'

And he was driven through a different set of doors just as promptly, scroll clutched in a cold hand.

Just a slight edit of the first chapter!

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