Pairing: Grimmjow and Rukia
Genre: Oh-so-many
Rating: M for Grimmjow's potty mouth and for safety
Setting: Before Grimmjow's first appearance (therefore his encounter with Rukia will be a first)
Summary: After the order of Rukia's capture, Grimmjow does just that. But when motives are questioned, the trip home may take longer than initially intended.
Vindication
Levels of Self-Hate
Love. What a bull shit concept. Love? Come on, there is no such thing. Sure, he loved something. He loved a good fight, that was for damn sure. But love as in more than just wanting to bang someone...Impossible. The very thought made his brain hurt. Though, he didn't think much on the subject, because really, it didn't matter. All he knew was that love was some fairytale shit some weakling thought of and spread the word--Literally.
Love. What a waste of her time. There was no room for love when you were a shinigami. She had loved once, and look what happened. That love was stripped from her, and she was forced to have guilt tugging at her conscience every time his name was even mentioned. This was why love was something she read in her graphic novels, never meant to escape the ink. No, she did not love Ichigo. No, she did not love Renji. No, she did not love. How could she? It would only screw up something that was already decently screwed up as is.
Feet planted on the ground, brilliant blue eyes scanned the empty streets. He was given an order, but it wasn't very specific, so maybe he'd run into someone who wouldn't die on the first blow before he carried out his duty. He had been given the name of a boy who might pose a bit of a road block, and now he was on the prowl to find Kurosaki Ichigo. He was in a decent mood, and knew it'd worsen when he started his mission, so he figured maybe a good fight would satisfy him. He hoped for the boy's sake that he was as good as he expected him to be.
He stepped steadily forward, walking so slowly it was intimidating and frustratingly frightening. What luck he had, because right now, there were two shinigami just around the corner. He didn't need to sense them, their bickering was enough. His grinned widened when he heard their stupid argument end with the realization of his power.
Rukia's eyes went wide at the sudden overwhelming pressure, and she stared forward, awaiting whatever was around the corner to show itself. Ichigo had done the same, though his composure was more out-of-place than Rukia's. As he saw the man with part of a mask appear, he was at a loss. What should he think? Who was this...Guy?
"Which one of you," Grimmjow spoke sternly. "I wonder, which one of you is the strongest."
Rukia's body froze and she quickly jerked her head to her partner. "Run, Ichigo!" She yelled, in all attempts to protect him, but failed as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down and saw an arm going straight through her with ease, and her mind went blank.
"I knew it wasn't you," commented the 6th Espada. He knew it wasn't, she just looked so fragile and weak like any other bitch, but he had seen in many cases where looks deceived reality. This was not one of those cases as he flung her body from his arm. He heard an annoying yelp from the other soul reaper.
"Rukia!" Ichigo yelled as he watched his partner get tossed aside like a rag doll. "You bastard!" He continued to yell and quickly reached behind him, his hand gripping Zangetsu's hilt.
This kid was Ichigo Kurosaki? Man, if this was his biggest threat, he'd have no fun at all. But, like previously stated, looks can deceive. Maybe the kid really was good. He jumped up and stood on air, leaving down his defenses completely as he allowed the substitute shinigami to have the first hit.
Ichigo wasted no time with the opportunity and pushed against the ground, jumping into the air and slashing Zangetsu down with full force as he attempted in vein to injure his new opponent.
"Is that really all ya got?" Grimmjow asked with unmasked disappointment in his voice. Ah well, it was inevitable. He gave a swift kick to Ichigo's ribs, sending the orange-haired boy flying backwards and crashing into the side of a building. Grimmjow landed on the ground and walked toward him menacingly, his arms swinging at his sides as his fists were clenched tightly. When he reached the temporarily unconscious boy, he stopped and waited.
Ichigo slowly opened his eyes, only to be met by relentless punches to the face. They just kept coming and coming, and he couldn't find a break between any of them. This guy was fast. His mind flashed back to the ones he cared for deeply, and how he failed them. Orihime, being struck and rolling across the ground. Rukia, an arm piercing her body while Ichigo could only watch. He failed them both.
"This is boring me," Grimmjow spoke and drew back an elbow, landing one final punch. Ichigo's body was sent further into the building, knocking him unconscious yet again. He thought back to what he had heard earlier.
"Rukia!"
Oh shit, he was supposed to bring her back alive. Ah well, if she died, she died, and Aizen would have to deal with what he got. He walked back over to her unmoving body and stared down. She was still alive, granted barely, but alive nonetheless. Grimmjow bent down and gripped the back of her uniform, flinging her up and over his shoulder. As long as she didn't wake up, the trip home would be a peaceful one. But he just had a feeling that his ear would be aching if she woke up, because like most girls, she probably talked a lot.
Rukia's eyes fluttered open. What happened? Where's--Ichigo! She struggled to find her voice, and her senses slowly flooded back to her. She felt her body moving up and down slightly, the worst pain she had ever felt in her stomach, and she could see the back of someone's legs and feet moving. Where was she? Letting out a small wince of pain, realization set in.
The 6th Espada paid her no attention and simply kept walking. He knew--knew-- she'd start asking an ass load of questions, so he relished in the quiet she was permitting him at the moment.
"Who are you?"
And there it came. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He didn't make a habit of introducing himself, but on one hand, this would be a long trip home and he doubted there'd be any opponents to fight on the way.
"Where's Ichigo?" Her eyes narrowed, and she was irritated she couldn't look him directly in the eye to question him.
"Ahh, that lil' mother fucker is all the way back in that human town," he replied and smiled widely at her reaction.
"What did you do to him?!"
"Relax bitch, I didn't kill him." Why hadn't he killed him? Maybe it's because he wanted the boy to get stronger until he came back. So maybe then, the fight would last longer than a minute.
"Are you taking me to Aizen?" Rukia grimaced slightly. Aizen was an intimidating man, but what made her face turn pale was the thought of Gin Ichimaru. She didn't know why, but like on her way to her execution, he could break her resolve with a simple question.
"Mhm," Grimmjow replied in a gruff voice. "Now shut the fuck up and go back to sleep or something."
Coughs started erupting from Rukia's mouth, sputtering blood along with them. There was still a gaping hole in her abdomen and it hurt like a bitch.
Awe damn, why did she have to be so friggin' weak? Sighing, the Arrancar stopped his walk and set down the petite shinigami. He stared down at her, as if sizing up her wound and calculating how much damage he had done. He didn't have anything to wrap her in, and she'd already lost a considerable amount of blood. "Fuck! We're going to have to stay here for a few god damn days because you can't stop bleeding. Why does your kind have to be so weak," he mumbled under his breath and started walking off.
Was he leaving? That could be bad...Or it could be really good. She felt herself starting to black out as she clung to that thin string of consciousness. Damn, she couldn't stay awake even if her life depended on it.
Grimmjow turned on his heel once he was a few feet away, pacing slightly between that spot and Rukia. He stopped and looked down at the lithe figure helplessly laying on the ground. Thankful she had fallen asleep again, he started walking in the opposite direction. The thought never crossed his mind that something might take advantage of her current state, therefore putting him at risk of failing a fairly simple mission. And he didn't need to be on Aizen's bad side. Eyes scanning the ground, he looked for something--anything. Where the Hell could he find some cloth or gauze bandages? "Fucking perfect, all I had to do was bring her back alive. Bitch won't last 'till the end of the day," he muttered in frustration.
After about an hour of cooling off and finally deciding there was no medical help anywhere near where he was, he started making his way back. Once at the spot he had set Rukia down at, his eyes widened slightly. Where the fuck did she go? His infamous grin appeared on his face as he adverted his gaze to a trail of blood on the ground. If she wanted to play, he would play. Hands in his pockets, he followed the crimson trail. He had underestimated her a little. A little. He still knew she was weak, couldn't fend for herself in her current position, and he'd soon be led to her by the trail she left. Sighing, he was a bit disappointed she hadn't of been smarter and hid the blood.
His feet stopped and he looked down to the ground, his eyes revealing a bloodied sleeve. His grin was quick to return and he snickered mentally. She had tricked him, and now she had a good hour's head start on him, which in reality was only a few minutes with her slow speed compared to his. "I'll find you, shinigami."
AN- So this is my first GrimmRuki fic, and they're pretty much my all-time fave Bleach pairing at the moment. If anyone has or knows of more GR fics, please let me know, because there isn't nearly enough GR love to go around.
So I suck at first chapters, forgive me. Also, I know the trip to Heuco Mundo isn't really a literal trip, but for the sake of the story's progresion, it is. It would make my day if you review, but you don't have to if you are too lazy (like me sometimes ;/) because I'll update regardless. -Ami
