Title: Admiration
Pairing(s): Grimmjow/ IlForte
Warnings: One-sided love from IlForte and a tiny bit of language, but hey! This is partially a Grimmjow fic! It wouldn't be one without language!
A/N: Love from afar! Always the best! And I love how my computer tried to change IlForte to "Life Tree". Wow. Epic Failure. I would also really appreciate if people could give me inspiration for some things to write, because I always have trouble kinda getting started on stories. Thanks!
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Slice!
IlForte could only watch as his master dominated yet another hollow in the deserts of Hueco Mundo. First, his feelings were just loyalty. Then came admiration. After being with his master for so long, he couldn't imagine having a better leader. No one was stronger, more fearless, more admirable, more…sexy.
At first, the fraccione would scold himself for these thoughts and try to push them out of his mind. In the beginning, it was easy to clear his mind from the nasty thoughts. But as he watched his master fight more and more, panting, his clothes tattered, a feral grin plastered across his face, he just couldn't help himself. Trying to keep his mind "out of the gutter" became so hard, until it became physically straining to do so.
He had to. He had to admit to himself that he was completely in love with the blue-haired maniac. Whenever Grimmjow-sama even looked at him, his face became blood red. When he talked to him, his heart thumped so hard he wondered if his master could hear it. If his master smiled at him… oh God, if his master smiled at him it would take every ounce of him willpower not to collapse, his knees buckling right on the spot.
But he couldn't. He couldn't admit to himself that he was in love. Not to himself, not to Grimmjow-sama, not to anybody. He was a disgrace to his master for falling in love with him. Disgusting. Immoral. Shameful. He knew this but still couldn't shake this feeling for his master, even when he knew that nothing could be done.