Author Notes: Uh... hello? I'm back? And with an update? Is anyone still reading this story? XD I am so, very sorry for my very long absence. Real life was just fucking cruel to me it killed my plot bunnies and my inspiration. I'm sorry for the very long wait. Anyway, here's an update and frankly speaking, I'm quite nervous with this one 'coz I'm just not sure how people would take the random idea I've injected in this chapter. If you hated it, feel free to slap me, kill me, whatever. Seriously, you'll do me a huge favor by doing that 'coz I'm hating my life so much right now. LOL. Just kidding, but yeah. If you liked it, you already know what to do.^^

And an important announcement, this story and the sequel to 'My Inspiration' will be the last fics I'll be working on. After that, I'll be stopping or retiring from writing fanfiction in all of the fandoms I'm involved with. I didn't want to stop, believe me. But unfortunately, there are some important things in my life that I need to do next year, which means I won't have any time to focus on writing and updating my fics. I plan to finish all my stories and do all the requests friends have asked of me before the year ends or until late January or early February. I don't know if this will make people sad or something, but I do feel bad in stopping something that I really like to do. I could just go and leave everything behind, but I don't want to let this story go without finishing it or let down the people who want to read a sequel of My Inspiration.

So, now that announcement is finally out of my chest, I'll let you guys read it now. I'll try my best to update this as quick and as often as possible since I only have a few months left. I hope you like it and please, please, please tell me what you think. Give my plot bunnies some love? LOL. XD

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Chapter Five:

Of Shitty Beliefs and Fucked-up Traditions

With a sigh, Ichigo looked outside the window again, the silence in the car grating on his nerves, the current scenery composed of tall trees and luscious clouds of green bushes further bothering him as he contemplated where Grimmjow would be taking him. The royal had stopped talking to him ever since they got in the car, his composed and reserved mode turned back on as he instructed the driver to go to their supposed destination.

He was somehow surprised that there were no bodyguards with them and that even Ichimaru Gin, the king's secretary, was also absent. The thought that he would probably be spending the entire day alone with the arrogant prince worried him to no end. He didn't want to be with the royal, especially after knowing what Grimmjow really felt towards him and after that unwanted kiss. He was sure that the blue-haired beast would take every opportunity to bully and tease him. He just hoped he would have enough patience and guts to keep dealing with him.

His line of thoughts were suddenly disturbed when the car abruptly stopped. He quickly straightened up in his seat and looked around, seeing nothing but tall trees and wondering why the driver had suddenly stepped on the breaks. He almost jumped out of his skin when the sound of the car door being opened fluttered in his ears and then he saw Grimmjow climbing out of the car.

"Get out." The royal ordered as he closed the door with a loud bang.

He scowled at the foreigner through the mirror, slightly wondering as to why the damn bastard would want them to step out of the car in the middle of wilderness. With a low growl of irritation, he quickly stepped out of the vehicle and was shell-shocked at the vision that greeted him when he decided to face the prince with the intention of throwing him a dirty glare. Behind the gorgeous royal was a crystal clear lake that sparkled as the golden rays of the sun hit its calm waters and beside it was a beautiful, huge, wooden cabin. As to how such a wonderful view magically appeared in front of them, he didn't know, but he couldn't help but appreciate the sight before him. "Wow." He whispered to himself as he tried to take in every detail of the picturesque vision before him. What were they doing here? Would they be staying in this place? Such questions quickly played in his head as he continued to watch his surroundings with slightly parted lips and with adoration gleaming in his auburn orbs.

Grimmjow was in the same state as Ichigo himself, except that he wasn't fascinated by the wonderful lake or the magnificent house behind him, but at the sight of his fiancee. Ichigo looked immensely gorgeous sporting such a cute expression on his face; it was difficult to believe that this person was capable of acting like a wild animal. He bit back a smirk and turned around instead, hiding the grin that slowly crept on his lips, excitement traveling up his spine as he wondered how the young Japanese would react once he found out their purpose for coming here. "Follow me." He instructed in a cold voice as he made his way towards the house.

Ichigo blinked at the other man's voice, effectively snapping himself out of the spell casted upon him by this beautiful environment and stupidly followed Grimmjow into the house, giving the car one last hesitant look as he stepped inside. He slowly closed the door behind him and was once again treated to a sight of perfection. The interior of the house looked just as elegant as the prince's mansion, but it looked cozier and more comfortable. The walls were made of wood and painted with hues of beige and white. There were framed pictures of lakes and mountains and white curtains hung over the windows that perfectly framed the beautiful lake outside. There was a fireplace in the living room area, a small bar with a shelf full of different kinds of alcohol in a corner and a kitchen with a small table where they could eat. He then looked to the side and found a wooden staircase that led to what seemed to be the second floor of the house. He wondered what the second level of the cabin contained, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that the bedrooms were probably there. He had the urge to go up just to see if he was right but stopped when a flash of blue passed by his line of vision. He quickly composed himself, wiped the idiotic expression on his face and met a pair of intense, cerulean saucers. Grimmjow was looking at him with an arrogant smirk on his perfect lips and he felt discomfort rack through his body once again. "W-why are we here?" He asked, anxiousness lacing his low voice.

Grimmjow crossed his arms over his chest, a twisted glint sparkling in one cerulean eye as his lips twitched upwards to a full-blown grin. "You know, we have this stupid tradition in Weiss Himmel about couples who have just gotten engaged."

The orange-haired man raised a skeptical eyebrow. Tradition? What fucked up tradition was it going to be this time? From the single day he had been with the prince and his cronies, he had already learned that the country where they came from had some seriously twisted traditions. What would it fucking be this time? His heart raced at the hundreds of crazy possible answers that rushed through his head and he hoped that none of them would be correct. "What kind of tradition?"

The blue-haired royal flashed his signature smirk before answering. "They should spend one day and one night alone in a secluded place after they get engaged." He casually replied.

Ichigo's mouth dropped open and his eyes immediately went wide in surprise and horror. One whole day and night with Grimmjow? "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" He screamed. He just couldn't believe that above all the hundred answers he had formulated in his head, his first guess was indeed the actual answer. He dreaded the fact that, sometimes, his gut feeling seemed to be true most of the fucking time. This was not fair and totally unacceptable. He refused to spend one whole day and night alone with an asshole like Grimmjow. "No. No fucking way! I don't want to! NO!" He continued to yell as his head shook in disagreement and as he stomped his foot like a kid. "I am so going to get out of here!" He declared with defiance and finality as he spun on his heels and marched towards the door. He didn't care if Grimmjow would get mad, or if this was an important tradition in Weiss Himmel. No one was going to force him to stay here alone with the prince!

He gripped the knob tight as he reached the door and swung it open, hoping to see the car that had taken them there, but it was gone. It had vanished, disappeared like smoke and he couldn't see it anywhere. "What the- Where's the fucking car?" It was just there a few minutes ago. Did he hear it leave? Why? How the hell did that even happen? Oh yeah. He must've failed to notice the sound of the car engine running because he was too busy appreciating the beauty of this god forsaken house! He was about to step outside to look for it, hoping that it had probably parked somewhere, but was stopped by a strong hand that had painfully curled around his arm. In the next second, he was yanked back to the house and the loud slap of the door in its frame harshly echoed in his eardrums, causing him to close his eyes shut in a snap. When he opened them again, he was met by the prince's cold yet beautiful deep sapphire saucers.

"You're not going anywhere." The royal hissed, amusement evident in his deep voice, which sent a cold chill down Ichigo's spine. There was no denying it. Grimmjow really had every intention of torturing him in this damn place. "You can't leave. You're being paid to do this, remember?" The prince asked as his hand wound tighter around the Japanese's arm.

Ichigo hissed in pain and tried to yank himself away. "Fuck you! I didn't sign up for this!"

Grimmjow laughed bitterly, unsure if he should feel amused or angry at his fiancé's reaction. Ichigo agreed to get married to him for money and yet he outright displayed his dislike towards him? Was he really that disgusting? Without saying anything, he dragged the other man to the living room and threw him on the couch, earning a sharp gasp from the orange-haired male. "Don't you fucking dare go anywhere." He bellowed threateningly as he threw a piercing glare towards his fuming fiancé. "You're going to stay here with me, whether you like it or not."

The orange-haired man just glared at the royal, torn between knocking his teeth out or killing him. He was angry, so freaking angry that he really had to stay there with him, and what's worse was that he had no choice but to comply with that. As much as he wanted to escape, he knew that would be futile and reckless. Without a car, he knew he would probably need to walk for a good thirty miles just to get to the nearest town here and that would definitely take him hours, or even days! That was definitely not a good action to take. He took a deep breath to calm himself and did his best to avert his eyes from the handsome being before him. If he had to survive one day with Grimmjow, he should at least try not to make the royal get mad or avoid him as much as possible, though that seemed to be quite impossible. He leaned back on the couch and tried to even out his breathing, thinking that if he couldn't survive a day with Grimmjow, what more would happen when they got married? "Seriously, your country has the craziest traditions I had ever heard! A royal marrying a person of the same sex, the king choosing the crown prince's fiancé and newly-engaged couples having their honeymoon before the wedding? What the fuck is up with that?" He complained as he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at the floor.

"And yet, you've agreed to marry me." Grimmjow shot back with a smirk as he walked towards the loveseat and flopped himself in it.

Ichigo was about to reply but stopped himself. Why should he try explaining himself to this man? Grimmjow wouldn't believe him, anyway. He closed his mouth again and chose to ignore the prince's remark. He didn't want to start another argument.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, just continued to look at his fiancé, anticipation further welling up inside him. At first, he was initially disgusted at the idea of spending one day alone with Ichigo, but he realized that this was his chance to get away from his responsibilities as a prince, drop his annoying facade as a royal and show who he really was. Ichigo Kurosaki should consider himself lucky that he had gotten a rare chance to experience firsthand who Grimmjow Jeagerjaques really was.

"How are they doing?"

"They're surprisingly... quiet."

Two pair of eyes, one silver and the other that of dark brown focused closely on one panel in the huge monitor screen in front of them, silently waiting for any action their subjects might do next. They weren't spies or anything. They also weren't bad people, but their duties to their country had pushed them to resort to secretly surveilling the two guests currently occupying the lavish cabin that the royal family of Weiss Himmel owned in some remote area two hours away from the mansion.

If someone would ask Gin, he actually liked what he was doing right now, no matter how risky and terrible it might be. "Do you think something bad will happen, your majesty?" The secretary asked with interest.

A small grin appeared on the Japanese royal's lips. Aizen was fully aware that what they were doing, secretly spying on his nephew and his fiancé, was downright dirty and wrong, but they had to ensure Grimmjow and Ichigo's safety. They had no choice but to install hidden cameras around the cottage just to make sure that both of them wouldn't try to kill each other. "I'm sure they'll be fine." He replied. "Grimmjow won't do anything to hurt Ichigo. His fiancé is way too essential to him right now.""

A knowing grin appeared on the fox's lips. The king's son definitely had a point. Grimmjow wouldn't do anything to Ichigo. The Japanese teen was an important key for him to become king and finally succeed the throne. Surely, the prince wouldn't be stupid enough to let his hatred for the man get the better of him. "Nonetheless, I'm sure we're bound to witness some interesting events while watching them. Would you like me to ask the royal chef to prepare some popcorn for us?" He suggested as if they weren't doing something illegal and they were only watching an ordinary home movie.

This caused the brown-haired prince to chuckle. He cocked his head to the side to throw an amused look the secretary's way. "How about we have pizza instead?"

The sun was already high up in the sky when Ichigo went out of the cabin. His destination, the small deck near the lake where Grimmjow was currently laying to supposedly go sunbathing. After the royal had decided to go upstairs to get changed from his suit to a more comfortable and casual outfit, he had instructed the orange-haired male to make some snacks for him. Of course, Ichigo complied with a heavy heart and with the strong urge to hurl one of his shoes towards the cruel prince, but as always, he tried his best to contain the monstrous hatred he harbored for the royal and proceeded to make a sandwich and a glass of orange juice for him.

Indeed, the current weather was perfect to go bask in the afternoon sun and go swimming in the lake. He was sure that the water would feel nice, but he had long gone eliminated the possibility that he would enjoy himself in this little piece of paradise, not when Grimmjow was there with him. It didn't take long for him to see the prince. The blue-haired adonis was at the end of the deck, lying on the wooden floor with his arms beneath his head serving as a makeshift pillow. As Ichigo got closer to him, he noticed that the royal's eyes were closed, probably taking a light nap, and that the buttoned-shirt he had donned a while ago was now open, revealing a great expanse of the man's body, which made his throat suddenly dry.

Now, why in the mother of hell would he react like that? He wasn't sure, but he knew it was utterly strange. No, scratch that. It was downright creepy and wrong. Despite the disturbing thoughts that tormented his brain, he continued to approach Grimmjow, putting on a calm and brave facade. He wasn't afraid of Grimmjow or anything, but he was indeed intimidating and the things the man could possibly do to him were just... just... disturbing. He couldn't simply see him as an ordinary man after he found out that he was supposed to marry him... and after that kiss.

Much to his relief, the prince seemed as if he had heard his arrival and slightly opened his eyes to acknowledge his presence. He sat up and looked up at him, his expression blank, though his face was still very handsome. "Put the tray down and sit next to me." He commanded, which made Ichigo's heart skip a beat.

What did the prince want with him this time? He really couldn't grasp how this bastard's mind worked.

With a silent groan, he placed the tray in front of Grimmjow, sat beside him and scowled at the beautiful lake in front of them. If this was an ordinary day, he would've gazed at this beautiful scenery with a smile of adoration on his face.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at how his fiancé treated him, his lips quirked up in a smirk. Surely, he hated the fact that Ichigo didn't want to be near him, but forcing the other like this brought great joy to his pride. He would really have a grand time teasing the hell out of his fiancé. "You've become surprisingly obedient, right now." He commented with venom apparent in his voice.

Ichigo snapped his head to cast his deadly scowl towards the royal next to him. "Since I don't have any choice but to be stuck here with you, I've decided that I'll try to put up with you and your bullshit." He shot back with the same venom the prince had hurled at him.

The blue-haired man just replied with a wide smirk before relaying another command. "Take your shirt off, slave."

The scowl on the young Japanese's face deepened. "What? Why? Are you fucking shitting me?" He yelled as he tried to hide his nervousness and surprise from the other man's request.

"You heard me, right? Just do it, slave."

Ichigo swore he felt a vein about to pop somewhere in his brain at the prince's persistence. Clenching his jaw, he harshly took his shirt off and tossed the piece of clothing on the deck. He had no idea what game the bastard was playing but the moment the royal laid a finger on him, he was going to kill him. He swore he was going to kill him! He met those intense pools of blue once again, feeling his entire body tense up as he saw that the prince's eyes weren't focused on his face, but on his body. "What the hell are you staring at?"

Grimmjow looked at his fiancé's face once again a malicious smirk present on his perfect lips. "Just admiring the view."

Ichigo couldn't fight the blush that crept on his cheeks at those words and at how the blue-haired prick had delivered them. How the hell could he say that with a straight face? He was a man like himself! Was it possible that Grimmjow was actually gay? Or maybe a bisexual for that matter? Seriously, what kind of a country was Weiss Himmel? Their stupid traditions and beliefs definitely fucked this gorgeous being up. He quickly looked away and avoided the other man's gaze. "Shut up and just eat your fucking snack!" He muttered angrily. He wasn't going to lose his cool. He was going to stay here and show the prince that he could handle whatever shit he pulled on him.

"Changed my mind. I'll eat it later." Grimmjow answered and jumped on his feet. "I think I'll go for a swim first." He casually stated before sliding his shirt off his body and proceeded to take his shorts off, definitely catching the Japanese's attention.

Chocolate brown eyes quickly went wide in utter shock as he was treated to the sight of the prince's... the prince's... Seriously, why the fuck was he even watching him? He quickly looked away and focused his attention on the deck instead. He refused to look at Grimmjow and make a fool out of himself. He would never, ever steal a glance and appreciate how toned the royal's legs might be and how firm his ass... What the fuck was he thinking? He mentally kicked himself and tried to think of other things instead, which was proving to be a difficult task at the moment, given how a perfect creature was currently taking his damn clothes off in front of him, how his heart was palpitating like a freaking jackhammer inside his chest and how his entire body was hot... hot for reasons he couldn't and didn't even want to comprehend.

On the other hand, Grimmjow watched in slight amusement as Ichigo attempted to hide the deep blush which currently adorned his face, extremely delighted at the fact that he made the other man this uncomfortable. His entire body hummed in exhilaration as a wicked idea suddenly popped inside his head. As he kicked off his shorts, he then continued to push the remaining article covering his lower body and leisurely slid it down his hips. He wasn't sure if Ichigo was aware of what he was currently doing, but he had never been shy to flaunt his body or his assets to anyone. He just didn't have the opportunity to be allowed to go naked in public. Well, technically, they were outside, but surely there was no one else around in this goddamn place and he didn't need any other audience aside from his fiancé.

Seeing that the orange-haired male was still focused on the lifeless piece of wood underneath them, the prince had decided to get his attention. "Let's go skinny-dipping."

Ichigo's face quickly fired up in embarrassment at the suggestion. Without even thinking, he looked up to throw a dirty glare at the prince but caught sight of the royal's perfect body instead. Rippling muscles underneath smooth skin, a well-defined chest and a perfect set of six-pack abs and what the... was he really? Oh fuck! He was currently staring at Grimmjow's-

"GAAAAHHHH!"

"No, he didn't." Gin said with pure enjoyment in his face and voice as he continued to watch the scene that was currently unfolding on the screen.

Aizen was also in the same state. Actually, he had this strong urge to roll on the floor while laughing. He just stopped himself for that would be very unlike of him. " Yes, he did."

"My, my... I wonder what Ichigo-chan will do now."

"Alert our men, just in case Kurosaki-kun snaps and decide that he really wants to kill the prince, after all."

As much as Ichigo wanted to think that he was currently in a dream, no scratch that. He was in a nightmare. Yes, he was definitely stuck in a horrible, horrible nightmare. He couldn't ignore the fact that he was truly seeing Grimmjow naked and that his face and his entire body, along with millions of his brain cells, were currently being mercilessly fried up in utter shame. What was the prince thinking? Why the fuck would he do such a thing? This manner... this action was incredibly stupid and very un-royal like!

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR UNDERWEAR OFF? ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU PIECE OF FUCK! PUT THEM BACK ON NOW!" He screamed in terror as he covered his face with his hands to protect himself from the wonderful, no, wait! That wasn't a wonderful sight! It was horrendous! Ugly! Terrifying! Scary! Mentally scarring! Sexy! Alluring! Wait, what? No! He was definitely not excited or aroused at Grimmjow's naked body! He was not! He wanted to run back to the house and hide in a closet or in the kitchen cabinet but he couldn't move, too embarrassed to even lift himself up and escape.

Grimmjow couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his throat at the young Japanese's reaction. Sure he was expecting him to react violently, but not like this. Ichigo actually looked so cute as he watched him scream in horror and as his entire body turned a deep crimson red from humiliation. He would've loved to know what thoughts were currently being entertained in the orange-haired man's head. Too bad he wasn't a mind reader. "Come on, Ichi! It's not like you haven't seen another guy's cock before!" He teased as he continued to cackle like a madman.

"FUCK YOU! OF COURSE I'VE ALREADY SEEN THAT! A COUPLE OF TIMES! BUT THAT WAS WAY BACK WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL. AND WE'RE OUTDOORS YOU SICK BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING STOMACH DOING THIS HERE? YOU'RE FUCKING SICK IN THE NUTS! AND TO THINK YOU'RE A PRINCE! PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

To Ichigo's curses and display of fury, fear and shame, Grimmjow kept on laughing and decided to somehow ease the man of his misery by jumping into the lake to swim.

When nighttime fell, Ichigo was still trying his best to ignore Grimmjow. He would never forgive the prince for pulling that dirty stunt on him and for embarrassing him. He knew he shouldn't take the royal's way of joking seriously, but he didn't care. He was mad and there was no way he'd allow the pompous asshole near him.

Staying silent, he placed the two bowls of rice he had just prepared on the table where the prince was waiting for him. The cruel lord was still grinning like an idiot and gazed at him as if his very existence was a huge practical joke worthy of a thousand laughs from people. Still, he continued to pay no attention to the other human being on the other side of the table and silently sat on his chair. He took his chopsticks with his right hand and began eating the food he had prepared for the both of them. He would never talk nor even speak to this despicable human being ever again no matter how many stupid things the royal said to him.

Meanwhile, Grimmjow continued to leer at his fiancé, thoroughly enjoying the other man's reaction and treatment towards him. He knew the orange-haired man would get mad at him, but he didn't care. Seeing him looking all humiliated and blushing like a virgin was worth it. He wondered if Ichigo was prepared for the next stunt he was about to do. Once again, an excited chill ran up his spine as he imagined how Ichigo would react once he gave him his gift. Picking up his chopsticks from the table, he bared his teeth in a wide smile and spoke. "Come on, Ichi! I was just trying to have fun this afternoon. Don't be a fucking spoilsport."

Ichigo quickly treated the blue-haired royal to a deadly glare. He didn't say anything and just looked at Grimmjow and after a good five seconds, he focused on his food once again, earning a bitter chuckle from the haughty male in front of him. He didn't give a damn if Grimmjow would get mad at him for that; he just wanted this evening to be over so they could finally go back to the mansion and so he could have some time for himself away from this heartless prick.

"So, you're really not going to talk to me?" Grimmjow prodded, the grin on his face slowly vanishing. One of the things he hated was being ignored, especially by a person who wasn't even the same status as him. Of course, he appreciated Ichigo for not treating him like most people would just because he was a prince, but this was really getting on his nerves. He took a deep breath and stared at the orange-haired man with danger gleaming in his azure eyes. "Keep on ignoring me and I swear you won't like what I'll be doing to ya next."

The young Japanese hissed and finally gazed back at Grimmjow, his dark brown orbs devoid of any emotion but anger. "What do you want me to fucking do? Congratulate you and announce to the whole fucking world that you went skinny-dipping in some lake located in the middle of nowhere? Kiss the ground you walk on 'coz you've decided to give me the opportunity to see you buck naked?" Ichigo replied acidly. "That was your idea of a practical joke, I get it, your majesty. But don't pull that kind of shit on me 'coz I'm not into that."

That definitely hit a nerve, Grimmjow thought. His jaw tightened as his hands curled up into fists, threatening to snap the chopsticks he was holding into four. How dare did this commoner treat him like this? He had no right to talk to him that way. He was paid to marry him, to be his slave. Who gave him the right to converse to him like that? He was planning to give his fiancé's present in a nice way, but now that the other had burned what patience he had left, he didn't care if Ichigo would get angrier at what he was about to do.

His lips curved up into a cruel smirk, a grin so sinister and evil it made Ichigo's courage falter for a second. He didn't like how Grimmjow looked at him, as if he was about to do something evil to him and he definitely didn't like how those deep, ocean blue eyes glinted with ruthlessness. His heart suddenly raced, nervousness and slight fear slowly creeping into his gut as he continuously watched how the royal's blue eyes took on a darker shade. He swallowed hard, mentally preparing himself for whatever deed the prince might do to him.

"Oi, slave. Do you really want to know why newly engaged couples are supposed to spend a day alone together?" Grimmjow asked, his voice filled with a sadistic tone that made the orange-haired man swallow once more. ""Because the groom has to give the bride an engagement ring." He let go of the chopsticks he was holding, the red sticks falling onto the table with a distinct clank, and shoved his hand inside his pants' pocket, retrieving something from it. Then, he placed a black velvet box on the table.

Ichigo took a peek at the box and immediately noticed something strange about it. It was a little bigger than the usual box used to contain or keep rings. Was it possible that the engagement ring Grimmjow was planning to give him had a huge stone or diamond on it? As much as he loathed the fact that Weiss Himmel's tradition said that the prince should give him an engagement ring, he thought he could never, ever accept such a gift. For sure, it was expensive and he didn't want to take the risk of losing the damn jewelry and further putting himself into more debt. When he focused his eyes on Grimmjow again, the unkind sneer was still present on the other man's handsome features and he couldn't help but think that there was more to this certain engagement ring than the prince was slowly planning to tell him.

Grimmjow then took the box from the table again and opened it at a pace that was meant to further pique Ichigo's interest. He then looked at the interesting piece of jewelry inside the box and released a deep chuckle. "But in our case, it's different. Since we're both men, our engagement ring won't be just an ordinary white gold band with a huge diamond, it would be this one." He explained and finally allowed the other man to see what was inside the box.

As much as Ichigo didn't want to look, he had no choice but to give into his urge and laid his eyes upon the piece of jewelry, his eyes widening in confusion at its very strange appearance. The ring was surely a ring, but it was big, or rather huge and he thought none of his fingers, even two of his thumbs combined, wouldn't fit into it. It was made of metal and that instead of a stone or diamond, a hook that was protruding upwards was decorating it. Now, where the hell would he put that on any of his fingers? "What the fuck is that?" He absentmindedly inquired as he continued to look at the jewelry with deep confusion and wonder.

Grimmjow fought the urge to laugh as he saw how clueless his fiancé really was as to what type of jewelry it really was. "Do you think you can really wear this on any of your fingers, slave?"

The orange-haired man quickly looked at him, fear slightly evident in his mesmerizing, russet eyes. "W-where the hell should I wear it then?" Ichigo asked fearfully, a sick, twisted idea suddenly forming in his head. No. Fuck, no. Surely, that wasn't what it was for, right? He slowly took a deep breath and patiently waited for the other man's answer as apprehension quickly filled his palpitating heart.

The royal released a smirk and with a malevolent smile, he replied. "You wear it on your cock, Ichigo."

Author Notes: Do you want to kill me now? Do you? DO YOU? LOL. Ah, seriously, I can't count how many times I've re-written this chapter. A crazy idea pops into my head and I'm satisfied with it, LOL. I did tell you that Grimmjow's country is one crazyass nation, right? As for Ichigo's special engagement ring, it was inspired by this beautiful piece right here:

www . sexcusemoi Velv'Or-JCobra-Precious-Metal-Gentlemans-Ring

And this is some sort of a filler. We all know how things are so fast in the manga. I could've used the same pace but I just feel that some things will be left out or something, so yeah. And if you're wondering if Grimmjow will be really putting that special ring on Ichigo, let's see in the next chapter, ne? XD

To my beloved twin, Ringo-01, I bet you were surprised with the huge change in this chapter since this was different from what I showed you when we talked on gmail, but my mind is a fucking mess and it makes decision on its own, so yeah. I just hope you still like this one. ._.

To Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo, thank you for reminding me that I really need to go back into this fandom and loving this pairing. ^^

And to all the people who's still keeping up with my stories and updates, thank you so much and please tell me your thoughts about this installment. Hopefully, I'll be back next week with another update. I'll try my best. :)