Grimmjow woke up the next morning groggy and lightheaded. The soft mattress of the luxury king bed urging him to stay curled up under the down duvet and fuzzy blankets. The scent of lavender, pine and blood, lulling him back into a peaceful slumber.

His foggy mind vaguely registered the feeling of something moving between his legs but he couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. He mumbled something and rolled over, clutching one of the furred pillows to his chest. Something warm brushed his hair from his eyes and something else pressed against his back. It was warm and solid. It pulled him close and nuzzled in between his shoulder blades. He was too comfy and content to bother opening his eyes to figure out what it was. So whatever it was got to snuggle him for as long as it liked.

Sometime later the smell of various cooked meats wafted into the bedroom, rousing the sleeping feline. Licking drool from his lips, Grimmjow tried to roll over, but he couldn't.

"What the..." He grumbled sleepily blinking the fog from his vision. White boney nubs poked between his shoulders and smirking gold eyes glanced up at him playfully.

"Well would you look who's finally awake," Ogichi purred. He ran his hand over Grimmjow's jawline, the feline too stunned to move it seemed.

Cerulean pools followed the flow of long white hair, now brushed clean and free of tangles, down a lithe body littered with purple bruises. They lingered on a particularly dark one on the demon's throat.

Grimmjow sniffed the air, ignoring the venturing hands that roamed his neck and shoulders. He sensed no threat from the demon and he was far more interested in what the strange scent lingering in the room was. The smell of cooked meat masked most of whatever it was but still, it smelt familiar.

"What's that smell?" Grimmjow asked, sitting up.

Ogichi clung to his shoulders, shifting as the feline straightened his back so he sat behind him. Caressing Grimmjow's broad chest and leaning forward to rest his chin in the crook of a muscular neck Ogichi replied, "Bacon, chicken, sausage, steak and eggs."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of a wondering hand when it tried to pinch his still healing nipple. "Not that smell. The other one." He said, voice deep and rumbling.

"Ohhhh, you mean the sleep spell," Ogichi said his free hand trailing down between Grimmjow's legs. He cupped the cage there. "Was the easiest way to get this lovely back on you."

Grimmjow's eyes widened for a moment before a rage-filled growl ripped from his throat. He moved to leap off the bed to go strangle the human that dared use such magic on him and force this devil's device upon him. But Ogichi's strength held him back with two arms wrapped around his middle.

Grimmjow growled and hissed, clawing at the arms around him. "Fucking let go!" He demanded, his claws cutting into the albino's skin. The fucker moaned lewdly and chuckled into his ear.

"Oh feels nice," Ogichi purred. He ran his tongue up the side of Grimmjow's neck. "No, Master asked me to keep ya from bothering him while he cooks for us. So stay and cuddle with me."

Grimmjow shivered at the sensual tone despite himself and his struggle ceased for the time being. "No, let go. And why are you so strong?" He hated to admit it but the demon was stronger than him. He tried one more time with all his strength to get the demon's arms to so much as budge even a little bit and it did nothing. Instead, the bastard just grinned and snuggled closer, his breath hot on Grimmjow's neck.

"I'm a very high ranking demon, kitten."

"And yet you still got caugh-"

Ogichi's hold turned crushing as a warning growl rumbled in his chest. "You're no different so keep your mouth shut."

Grimmjow swallowed thickly as murderous intent washed over him from the albino holding him captive. His instincts screamed for him to submit but he ignored them. "At least I'm not having fun playing house," he spat, his voice harsh as he ribs ached under the pressure the demon was putting on them.

"I have fun doing lots of things," Ogichi said, his nails extending into claws and horns lengthening. They flickered red with violent magic. "You should try to enjoy your time here. It could be quite pleasurable. If you let it," Ogichi drawled. He switched to holding Grimmjow around the waist with one arm while the other roamed a sensitive fur-covered thigh. He felt the muscle twitch under his touch and grinned.

"I'm not some plaything..." Grimmjow insisted. His dick throbbed and he hated it. Why did his body have to respond this way? This isn't what he wanted to feel...But it was hard to argue that it didn't feel good. And it had been ages since he'd indulged in the pleasures of his own body. Running from the humans slowly taking over all of the land didn't give him much time for leisurely activities.

"So don't be a plaything," Ogichi offered, gently stroking up and down Grimmjow's leg. He couldn't believe how soft Grimmjow's fur was. He'd love to have a blanket made out of it.

"Tch, do you not understand what a pet is?"

"I do." Ogichi suckled on the juncture between Grimmjow's neck and shoulder. He kissed up the expanse of taut muscle to the little tuffs of fur where Grimmjow's ear connected with his head. "And your no pet...and you're not free either. But," Ogichi slinked around to sit in Grimmjow's lap, his arms looped lazily around the feline's neck. "You could take everything this kindhearted human has to offer."

Grimmjow snorted. "Kind-hearted my ass."

Ogichi chuckled. "He is a rare find, that's for sure. But there's no question he's a kind person. Why else would he decide for your sake that two hours was enough of the cage each day after initially saying that we'd have to wear it anytime we were conscious? Why else would he be spending an hour cutting up, preparing and cooking us breakfast? And all very tasty foods I might add. Why else would he give lowly pets a bed fit for a King? A luxurious bathtub big enough for seven. And a collar that is his only defence against beings as strong as you and I. That only knocks us out instead of causing us pain."

"So what if he has?" Grimmjow scoffed, glaring down his nose at the piercing gold-eyes oozing lust.

"So, why not play nice? Enjoy all of the luxuries and then when the opportunity inevitably arises we leave? Hum?" Ogichi tempted.

Grimmjow thought for a moment. A long moment. Long enough that Ogichi thought he wasn't going to reply and added, "It's not like he's going to make you do anything other than wearing the cage for a few hours a day, stomach going to events with a bunch of evil Nobles and not attack anyone while doing what he tells you to do and wear the cage for the duration of said events." Another long moment of silence. Ogichi's grin faded. "Give it a chance. Give him a chance or I'll kill you in your sleep." If temptation wasn't going to work then maybe threats would.

Grimmjow shuddered. He didn't doubt that Ogichi would do it. The demon was fucking crazy and annoyingly had a point. If all Ichigo was going to do was what the demon listed then maybe playing nice in exchange for luxury wouldn't be so bad. And that definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he really liked this bed...

Claws dug impatiently into the back of his neck Ogichi's expression growing ever less tolerant. "Fuck I'm thinking! Give me a minute!" Grimmjow hissed, reaching for the hands behind his neck.

Ogichi pouted but retracted his claws and waited in begrudged silence until Grimmjow replied. "Fine but he pushes me and all bets are off."

Ogichi grinned. "Good kitty," he chirped patting Grimmjow's dirty, matted hair. "You need a good brushing," Ogichi commented.

"Breakfast," Ichigo announced as he came into the bedroom with two trays of food balanced on either hand. Loose sweats hung around his hips and bandages were wrapped around his torso, lightly stained red. He paused for a moment, surprised by how his pets were sitting. "Why are you bleeding, Shiro?" He asked in concern as his eyes landed on the scratches running up the albino's arms.

"Just having some fun, nothing to worry about," Ogichi replied, the wounds healing swiftly. "See all better!" He chirped and slipped out of Grimmjow's lap to grab one of the trays from his Master. He was starving!

"Wish I could heal like that." Ichigo rubbed at the bandages on his side. "Your nails are sharp. Uryuu was very displeased when he had to treat my injuries last night."

"I may have gotten a little carried away," Ogichi admitted, his voice going up several octaves over the word little as he held up two fingers in a pinching motion without them touching.

Ichigo chuckled. "It's okay, Uryuu is always mad about something. And I heal fast anyway." He placed Grimmjow's tray on the end of the bed. "You hungry Grimmjow?"

Grimmjow glared at him but nodded. He bent forward, his chest flat against his knees and grabbed the distant tray with one hand. Sitting back up he was greeted with a bewildered human and grinning demon. "What?" He spat not caring for the attention.

"Do you even have ribs?" Ichigo joked, a soft chuckle in his voice.

"Yes," Grimmjow stated blandly and picked up a strange wiggly piece of meat. It smelt kind of like pork and there was something else in the sent that made his mouth water. "What is this?" he asked.

Living outside of human society, all of his food had been hunted and not cooked. He'd seen humans cooking their food in various ways and seen the devices that they used but he wasn't all that familiar with their technologies and food.

"You've never had bacon before?" Ichigo asked a half-smile that wasn't quite demeaning, on his face. It was the kind of smile you'd give to a kid who was learning.

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at him. "No. Pork is pork."

"Gasssp, how dare you! Bacon is not just any pork!" Ogichi exasperated dramatically with a piece of bacon hanging from his mouth. How dare this uncultured feline insult the glory that was this delicious, greasy, fat-filled delicacy.

Ichigo snorted a laugh before cupping his mouth in a futile attempt to stop any further giggles from escaping. A moment later the giggles evolved into a massive wave of uncontrollable laughter.

Ogichi's tail wagged furiously back and forth, a smile working its way across his face. That was the most pleasant sound he had ever heard in his five hundred years of living. Even the screams of his previous victims and sexual partners couldn't hold a candle to the sweet serenade of Ichigo's laughter.

Grimmjow quirked a brow at the demon. What was he so happy about? He wondered before shrugging and tossing the piece of bacon into the air. He caught it between his teeth and instantly understood why Ogichi was so offended. He moaned despite himself as the rich flavour permeated throughout his tongue. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted!

"That good huh?" Ichigo asked brows at his hairline.

"You were right demon. This is great!" He exclaimed as he chewed and finished the first peace before tossing another one up and catching it in his mouth. His tails flicked back and forth in content, a dull purr reverberating in his chest the more of the delicious meat he ate.

"Damn right! I'm right!" Ogichi cheered and joined the exuberantly eating feline in his feasting.

Ichigo chuckled, smiling as his two pets devoured his cooking. There truly was no better compliment to a chef then to eat their food as aggressively as possible. He was very flattered.

"So what's with cooking for us? Didn't seem like being kind to us non-humans was a thing Nobles did?" Grimmjow inquired in genuine curiosity.

Over the last few months he'd met a lot of humans: Nobles, commoners, elite pet hunters, and every single one of them was a cruel fuck. Whether it was electric sticks, iron-tipped whips, or fire it didn't matter. If it hurt they'd hit him with it. And then there were the drugs. The ones that hurt, the ones that burned and worst of all the ones that made him feel good. So good he'd beg for things he didn't really want. And for what? Some fucked up training to become some cruel bastards plaything?

Some would call him a monster for slaughtering those 40 men that tried to drag him into this hell. Well, he would call them the monsters. Because even he wouldn't do the things they did to him.

"I try to be kind where I can. You guys have it hard enough already without a Prince being a fucking cruel cunt as well."

Grimmjow and Ogichi froze, minds constantly repeating the one keyword they just heard. "A what?" they said in unison, with matching expressions of bewilderment.

"A prince," Ichigo repeated confused for a moment by their reaction and then added, "Oh, I guess you wouldn't know huh?" A hand came up to scratch the back of his head. "I'm Prince Ichigo Kurosaki of the Karakura Kingdom and heir to the throne."

"I could kidnap you and they'd have to let me go wherever I want!" Grimmjow exclaimed, eyes wild with his new brilliant idea.

"I get to fuck a Prince!" Ogichi cheered jumping up into a victory pose.

"What?" Grimmjow blurted, brows pulling together and all excitement vanishing from his face. So much for that idea.

"What?" Ogichi asked innocently, looking down at the feline while still holding his victory pose.

"Well, that's shallow..." Ichigo mumbled.

"And the Prince is hot!" Ogichi yelled, re-striking his victory pose.

Ichigo laughed and Ogichi's tail started wagging wildly. "You're a strange one, Shiro." He said, shaking his head. "Well, I've gotta get going before Uryuu has a hissy fit because I'm late for my meeting. You guys have fun. Put your dishes in the sink when you're done and there's extra food in the fridge. I also left a box with the keys to your cages in it on the table. It will unlock in 2 hours. See ya." Ichigo informed them in a rush as he started to jog on the spot and then sprinted towards the door.

"He's cute when he blushes," Ogichi commented after the door beeped shut on the other end of the house.

"Is he really a Prince?" Grimmjow questioned.

"Sure has a Prince penis at least."

"Can you be non-sexual for like 10 minutes?" Grimmjow exasperated his eyes and head rolling back.

"No."

"What about dropping that ridiculous pose?"

Ogichi looked down his body. Huh? He was still in his victory pose. Go figure. He plopped down onto the bed, scattering their trays of dirty dishes and sending them flying. They never crashed though. Two black tails, ringed with flaming blue, held several plates each and Grimmjow's hands held whatever they couldn't.

Ogichi gasped and in a fraction of a second all the dishes were in the sink and he was back sitting in front of Grimmjow on his hands and knees like a puppy, his tail going wild. "You can control your tails like a monkey's?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes..." Grimmjow looked at Ogichi suspiciously. He curled his tails around him, sensing the demon was going to try something.

Ogichi grinned. "Are they sensitive?"

"I'm not telling you a damn thing about my tails other then I could kill you with them."

Ogichi's grin widened. "Sounds fun," he drawled, crawling closer.

Grimmjow leaned away, the covers over his legs, pinning him in place under Ogichi's weight. As the demon stalked over him, in all his naked glory, he couldn't help but appreciate how well-muscled the demon was. And rather attractive too. He swallowed leaning back until his back touched the sheets and Ogichi forced their lips together.

Blue eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that. A tongue probed for entrance, running over his lips and pushing through them to his clenched teeth. Pale hands traced patterns on the skin of his chest and thighs, making him shudder. Until eventually, he opened his mouth to the demon, letting the blue tongue explore his mouth freely.

Ogichi pulled away, licking his lips. "See is that so bad? Feels good right?"

Grimmjow's jaw clenched and unclenched several times. "I hate you..." He blurted. Fuck this demon, his godly hands and his sex appeal!

"That's fine, hate sex is great and I love a good pounding."

"To bad our dicks aren't usable right now..." Fucking the demon didn't sound so bad. And he wouldn't have to worry about breaking him.

Ogichi pouted and flopped down onto Grimmjow's chest, his cheek squishing against it. "Yeah, it's a real shame."

- Four hours later -

"That's it! Harder kitty! Harder!" Ogichi mewled his head thrown back in bliss, his back pushed against the wall in the kitchen as Grimmjow rammed into him. The felines tails jerked the demon off between them, their rings glowing with a warm blue light.

"I was trying not to break the wall!" Grimmjow grunted. His arms looped under Ogichi's ass, spreading his cheeks and pulling them from the wall. He thrust, the force almost lifting him into the air.

Ogichi screamed his delight, a chorus of vulgar words and sounds. His claws dug into Grimmjow's back. The feline growling and thrusting harder in response.

"I'm gonna- Fuck yes I'm gonna! Yessssssssssss-ahhhhh!" Ogichi's body spasmed, pleasure ripping through him. He moaned long and low as Grimmjow's teeth sunk into his neck, drawing blood and giving him even greater pleasure.

Grimmjow groaned as fresh blood hit his tongue and Ogichi's ass pulsed around his length. His body shook, exhausted from the exertion of going at it for 2 hours. He flicked his tails, splattering cum against the far wall.

"Well great, now I need to shower again," Ichigo's soft baritone sounded behind them startling them both.

The Prince leaned leisurely against the wall, his cheek and suit-clad chest splattered with cum. A scowl marred his face but it didn't reach his eyes. The caramel pools shone with amusement.

"Oh, hi Master! When did you get back?" Ogichi chirped pushing himself halfway over Grimmjow's shoulder. The felines flaccid penis slipping out of him followed by far more fluid than he'd expected. "Oh boy, you came a lot kitty. Did you enjoy that?" He teased, tail wagging.

"Fuck you," Grimmjow stated and unceremoniously dropped the demon on his ass in the middle of the kitchen.

Ogichi hit the tile with a thump and pouted up at the glaring feline. "So touchy," he said and stuck out his tongue.

Ichigo waited patiently for the two to finish whatever it was they were doing and then replied to Ogichi's question. "I got back a few minutes ago but you both looked like you were enjoying yourselves. I didn't want to interrupt. Are you hungry for lunch? I was gonna make burgers."

"Yes, and I demand pants," Grimmjow stated crossing his arms over his chest and fixing Ichigo with a hard look.

"Awww, what do you need pants for?" Ogichi whined nuzzling against a furred calve.

"Putting something between a sex-crazed demon and my dick."

Ichigo snorted a laugh. "Sure," he replied, pushing off the wall. "Just let me change and wash my face at leas-"

Ogichi appeared in front of his Master and ran his tongue over part of the splatter on his face. "Umm, I taste good on you," he purred lapping up the rest of the cum. His tail wagged happily as he continued down Ichigo's chest, cleaning the suit jacket and tie.

"I'm still gonna change and wash my face. But thanks," Ichigo chuckled. He pushed the demon away and headed into the pet house's second bedroom.

"Hey!" Grimmjow called stopping Ichigo in his tracks. "How do I clean up? This is gonna be a pain to get out of my tail and I ain't licking it clean."

Ichigo pierced his lips. Grimmjow was not going to like the joke he was about to say. "Let Shiro lick it clean then," he snickered.

Grimmjow snatched his tail away from Ogichi's mouth as the albino appeared behind him and tried to lick his cum covered tail. "Just tell me where I can wash off. I don't understand half the shit in this place." Grimmjow growled, his other tail whipping Ogichi across the face when he reached for his tail again.

Ichigo nodded down the hall. "Come with me, I'll show you how to use the shower and bath."

"Hold up, you didn't know half of what I was saying earlier?" Ogichi interjected, genuinely surprised.

"Nope, I understood bed and pieced together bathtub as a tub that you bath in and I assume it's the huge white thing in the room with the other white things that hold water. Which this morning I pieced together the tallest white thing is a sink because that," Grimmjow pointed to the metal sink where Ogichi had placed the dishes earlier. "Ichigo called a sink and it looks basically the same." He finished with relative certainty.

Ogichi burst out laughing. "Oh my god! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Ichigo chuckled for a moment and then asked in concern. "Wait, so where have you been going to the bathroom?"

"The what? I can't go anywhere I'm stuck in this-"

"Bathroom is the room in which you bath, piss and shit," Ichigo interrupted.

"Oh, I pissed in the plant in the living room and I have been trying to figure out where a good place to shit would be."

Ichigo brought a hand to his forehead and sighed. He worried his lip and ran his tongue through his teeth. He wasn't pleased about the piss in the living room tree's pot but he couldn't really blame Grimmjow. If anything that was the 'best' place he could have pissed. "Okay, I'll clean that up after lunch I guess. Let me show you how to use the toilet so you don't piss on the plant anymore," Ichigo said and gestured with a finger for Grimmjow to follow him, leaving the demon to his boisterous laughter on the kitchen floor.

"You make it sound like pissing on a plant is a bad thing," Grimmjow grumbled.

Ichigo sighed. "I can't blame you for it. I didn't realize you had no experience with human buildings at all. So it's kinda my fault. But that plant is a house plant, it's for decoration and unlike in the forest. Rain isn't going to remove your piss. It's just going to stink up the living room."

"Would have gone outside or dug a hole but even your floor is iron so-"

"Wait, how did you find that out?" Ichigo asked, spinning to face the feline just outside the bathroom door.

"I pulled up a corner of fuzzy shit on the floor in the bedroom..." Grimmjow blinked at him. Ichigo's face looked mortified.

"How much carpet did you pull up?"

Grimmjow held up two fingers close together. "About this much why?"

Ichigo sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Did you damage anything else?" He asked shifting his weight onto one foot and crossing his arms. Why wasn't this shit in Grimmjow's paperwork?! All it had said was that he was a Pantera, spoke common, was untamed and violent. Along with some other DNA stuff.

"No..."

"Next time ask if you don't know something. I'd rather you not damage the house I had built for you," Ichigo sighed and opened the door to the bathroom.

Grimmjow peered into the large room. Its walls were painted a light green, with a leafy floral pattern in a darker shade of green. The floor, like the kitchen, was covered in pristine white tiles. Furthest from the door was the giant seven-person bathtub. Beside it was a glass rain shower, toilet and then closest to the door was the waist height white sink and mirror.

"And I'd rather not be trapped in a glorified cage," Grimmjow snarked.

Ichigo sighed. There was no winning that argument. Well not without being exactly what Grimmjow thought all nobles were. "So this is the bathroom," he said, gesturing with his hand through the door. He stepped inside, Grimmjow following after him. "Sink, Toilet, aka the thing you should piss and shit in. Bathtub." Ichigo pointed to each item as he led the feline around the room. He stopped in front of the toilet and flushed it while explaining, "When you're done doing your business, you flush the toilet like this."

Grimmjow marvelled at the spinning water as it drained away. That was fucking convenient.

Stepping over to the tub, Ichigo took a seat on the rim and explained how to use the drain, which nob was hot water and which was cold. He held back a smile when Grimmjow leaned over him to watch what he was doing. The feline looked like his mind was being blown.

After his explanation was complete, Ichigo quickly washed his face and left Grimmjow to his business. He hurried to the bedroom, changing into his sweats from earlier, forgoing a shirt and grabbing the loosest pants he had. He dropped the pants off on the floor outside the bathroom door and announced, "Your pants are on the floor outside. I hope they fit."

Grimmjow listened as Ichigo walked away, his footsteps muffled almost completely by the soft carpet. He couldn't wrap his head around this human. The man was for lack of a better word very kind and seemed to genuinely care about the two creatures he was holding captive. And yet still completely unwilling to free them to where they would be happier. Or rather where Grimmjow would be happier.

As he finished his business and changed into the snug but not too tight sweat pants Ichigo had given him, Grimmjow decided that Ichigo must have an understanding of something he didn't. What Grimmjow did know was that Ichigo didn't seem to have any qualms with answering their questions. So he decided he was just going to ask him for the information he thought he was missing.

With aggressive determination, Grimmjow marched back to the kitchen. As he came around the corner intent on demanding answers he froze. Ogichi had Ichigo pinned against the wall his teeth sunk deep in the human's neck. Blood dribbled from the demon's lips down a tanned shoulder as a clawed hand reached between the Prince's legs.

"Can you not!" Grimmjow growled, barring his fangs. Blue eyes glared daggers at the demon as Grimmjow's magic flared and he appeared behind the albino. He grabbed Ogichi by the back of the neck and as the demon's mouth opened to chuckle a snide remark he threw the annoying fuck backwards into the hallway.

"I thought you were making food not becoming it!" Grimmjow hissed, fierce blue eyes focussed on the startled hazel before him. His fur stood on end his hands twitching as he held them by his sides.

"I was, Shiro is very distracting though," Ichigo replied, his voice confident enough to piss Grimmjow off further.

"Whatever. Tell me why you are the only seemingly decent human I have ever met while simultaneously still being a cunt! How can you treat us like this and still not just let us go? It doesn't even seem like you actually like keeping us here, other than that fuck." Grimmjow nodded towards Ogichi who sat casually leaning against the hallway wall, seemingly patiently waiting for Grimmjow to finish whatever he was doing.

"I don't like the current system for pet laws. And I don't have to follow them when it's only us."

"You're a fucking Prince!"

"Oddly enough that doesn't put me above the law..."

Grimmjow's brows pulled together. Why did he sound like a kicked puppy when he said that? "What do you mean?"

Ichigo sighed and turned to focused his attention on the burger patties he had been unwrapping before Shiro sidetracked him. He could feel Grimmjow's anger radiating off of the feline but he needed a moment to collect himself before he touched on this particular topic. "Look..." He paused, slowly removing the butcher's paper from around one of the patties. "My mother tried to make changes to the pet laws when I was ten. My father fully supported her and so did a few other nobles. But the majority of them were strongly against the changes and as a result, she was assassinated not too long after..." Ichigo took a steadying breath. "After that, the topic was dropped and the laws left as they were. My father isn't willing to risk any more of his family's lives to try to change them. And I can't blame him." He paused giving Grimmjow a minute to absorb all that as he plopped three patties into the now heated pan.

Grimmjow stood watching Ichigo unwrap more patties but not actually paying attention to the Prince's actions. That was a lot to take in. He hated humans. They brought nothing but pain and destruction where ever they went. They'd slaughtered and captured his people... his family. But they also did that to each other... He'd never thought that was a possibility. He felt sick. Humans were the real monsters but Ichigo wasn't one of them. Or he was a damn good liar...

A hand reached for him. "Are you okay? You look pale. You're not getting sick are you?" Ichigo asked his face marred with concern. His brows pulled together and his caramel pools swam with genuine worry. His palm touched Grimmjow's forehead and the feline jumped back.

"Have you tried leading by example?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes focused on Ichigo's still outstretched hand.

Ichigo let his hand fall back to his side. "I've never had a pet of my own... But my mother always treated her pets with great care in private and in public. She didn't make them wear cages or serve her as the other nobles do with theirs. She always advocated for better treatment for pets. It was never well-received." Ichigo's eyes fell to the floor his shoulder sagging.

"Gasp the Prince's pets aren't wearing cages." Ogichi mocked in a high pitched voice. He stood and joined the two in the kitchen. "A royal pet is not so poorly trained as to require such things." He said in a deep voice. "The Prince's pets don't were collars." He said in the high pitched voice. "A truly well-trained pet would follow their Master anywhere. I have no need for such hideous looking things. Gold and gems suit a Royal pet far better than some bulky metal thing." He said in a deep voice.

Ichigo blinked, confused at first by what Ogichi was talking about. "Are you saying I should start by acting like their training is pathetic and inferior to mine? By acting all pompous about it?"

Ogichi shrugged. "Pretty much. Trick the fools into thinking you have some amazing training method for your pets. You've got one stoic looking badass and a masochistic demon. What human would think having a Pantera as a bodyguard for events is weird? It's logical any human with half a brain could piece that together. And for the more sexual stuff. I'd be more than happy to put on a sadistic show for them. Hurt me as much as you like. I'll love every second off it and you'll appear like a Prince with total control over their pets. While the kitty can look as threatening as he likes. Since he'd be your guard at the events." He paused for a second, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "And then you can slowly figure out who shares your ideas and who doesn't then systematically kill the cruel bastards off."

Grimmjow agreed that sounded like a solid plan but neither of them had been to an event. Would all that really work?

The scent of something burning snapped Ichigo's attention to the pan and he quickly flipped the patties over. "That was close." He breathed in relief. "It might work. But if it doesn't..."

"I'll make you a deal, Ichigo." Ogichi eyes glowed a haunting gold. "Change this godforsaken world into what you want it to be and I promise, not a single person you love with ever come to harm again..." His horns flickered red with magic flames, black marking slithered over his shoulders, arms and legs in jagged lines. Air whipped about in a circle at his feet as the nails on his fingers and toes lengthed into black claws. "What do you say?" he grinned showing his fangs like a hungry predator.

Grimmjow shivered. Ogichi's magic weighed down on them making his legs feel weak. But to his surprise, Ichigo seemed fine under its pressure. In fact, the Prince's magic had raised to meet it. Human magic didn't do that. Not normally anyway. They needed spells and materials to invoke their magic.

"You have a deal, White," Ichigo said with conviction. He knew those markings. There was only one demon that looked like Ogichi did now. White the bringer of death. Sometimes he was even called the God of Death. His mother had told him stories about such a demon. A demon whose power was halved without an active contract.

"So you did know who I was," Ogichi drawled, grin growing wider.

"No, but those markings. I know them... I'll try your plan and you better be as strong as the stories I heard about you make you sound."

Ogichi swiped a claw over Ichigo's chest, drawing blood and lapping it off a thin black claw. "Then the deal is made."