Of Knights and Demons || (Grimmjow x reader and Aizen x Reader)

Chapter 2

You couldn't help but sit there frozen in confusion as Aizen made his way closer. Aizen on the other hand just smiled brightly at you which only made you furrow your brows further. You opened your mouth to ask what was going on but you were interrupted by the sound of Renji clambering off his horse. "Explain yourself!" He demanded as he tried and failed to stumble his way towards Aizen.

Aizen gave a small chuckle and whirled around towards him, "It seems you've already figured it out, why bother with an explanation." Renji growled and lunged towards him only to be thrown to the ground by a pale man with black hair.

"I can assure you that if you try to harm Lord Aizen again I will be forced to kill you." The stranger said while still standing over Renji. The stranger had a bone mask that framed his face and came off in a horn near the top. He was also more pale than anyone you'd ever seen before. You didn't pay much attention to him though as Aizen began to make his way over to where the stranger and Renji where.

The brown haired man in front of you was clearly not the same man you once thought he was and as he made his way towards the person who had tried to save you. Panic rose in your chest, you couldn't help but fear that perhaps Aizen was just going to kill Renji and be done with it. "Wait, please!" You pleaded as you jerkily climbed off the horse and made your way towards Aizen. Between your exhaustion and panic you stumbled a bit on weak and tired legs.

Aizen whirled and quickly caught you before you could hit the ground and pulled you close to him. You put a hand on his chest trying to put some distance between himself and you but failed. He kept a firm hand on your hip and gave you a saccharine smile, "You have nothing to fear sweet girl," Aizen calmly tried to reassure you while he rubbed small circles with his thumb across your hip, causing a blush to break out on your face. No one had ever dared to touch you like that and you were at a loss of what to do. "I have no intention of hurting him, I just wanted to get a good look at the man who replaced me." Even though he said it kind enough you doubted his intentions, especially as he continued to hold you without allowing you to move. "Ulquiorra, take the lady to her room so she can wash and rest." Aizen ordered the pale stranger. Ulquiorra bowed his head to Aizen and approached the two of you, "Get washed up, get some rest and I'll send for you at supper dear. I'll see to it that your friends' wounds are seen too." Aizen said into your ear causing you to shiver as he released you.

Ulquiorra led you through the large manor in complete silence. You came to a large dark wood door that he opened for you and gestured for you to enter with a nod. You thanked him as he left, closing the door behind him leaving you alone. You let out a shaky breath as you looked around the lavish room. The bed was decorated with a number of fine red and black pillows that matched with the expensive embroidered comforter. The bed sat nicely on a high bed frame surrounded by a thick canopy, it looked like a bed fit for a king and you couldn't help but wonder if this had been high lord Yamamoto's room. There was a larger wood carved dresser with an equally large mirror on the back of it that faced the bed. There were nice end tables on either side of the bed that matched the dresser in its intricate carvings as well as a small rounded table with two chairs in the corner of the room. A large window stood taller than you that looked over the lavish and well tended gardens you walked over to it and gazed out of it for a brief minute before focusing on your own reflection.

The bottom of your dress was completely shredded and your hair was wind whipped and tangled. You were covered in dirt that stains that streaked up your ruined dress. When you looked at your face you almost didn't recognize yourself though the heavy bags and almost shell shocked look in your eyes. You stared into your own eyes for a long moment before deciding that you needed to bathe immediately.

You made your way to a smaller door that you assumed held the bathroom and pushed the door open. The tub was larger than any of the ones in your own manor, it looked as if it would hold at least five of you, not that you were complaining, seeing as how much grime you had to get off yourself. The bath had already been drawn and warm steam billowed off the surface. There were an assortment of soaps, scrubs and shampoos of all sorts of smells left out for you as well as a heavy looking fluffy towel. As you entered and closed the door behind you, you noticed a beautiful silk nightgown had been hung on the back of the door for you. You didn't dare touch the pristine white fabric until you had washed yourself.