title: smile
author: torpidserpents
pairing: implied kaname tousen/kenpachi zaraki
rating: pg-13
summary: with a slice, tousen severs more than grimmjows arm
his arm.
intense pain traveled down his spine as his gaze fell on the area where an arm should have been; the pain was almost displaced by anger and something he purposely didn't name. the pain return full force, his body automatically began to heal the damage — less blood seeped through the area of exposed flesh. although his body is quick in action, he was still struggling to grasp the situation. Delirious, hate-filled eyes fell on the dark haired ex-shinigami who stoically stood a few feet away, sword drawn. blood, his blood, fell from the unsheathed sword; instinct took over and his own sword was unsheathed and trembling, as if in a bloodlust.
the bastard. both of them; right now, he didn't know which of the two he hated more, nor, did it matter. he had ever right beat the man until that pretty face of his became unrecognizable, and yet, he can't — couldn't. the force of Aizen's reiastu made his knees buckle, luckily, he was able to catch himself. the pain of his severed arm began to dull, his anger did not. Teeth angrily grinding together, with much difficulty, his sword was sheathed; but the intent was strong, changing from the dark-skinned shinigami to the irritating calm man sitting on his throne; a throne built on illusions, he thought quickly.
I won't for give you…
grimmjow always wondered how Tousen's kind could get mixed up with the likes of Aizen; always preaching about ideals and yet, follows a monster. sneering, he wants to tell the bastard that their not so different. his gaze flickers to the blind shinigami, who's attention is solely focused on Aizen; that look…
forget it, he didn't want to know and regrets ever wanting to. admitting even the slightest interest in the blind man pissed him off more than the dull reminder of his severed arm
cut by a blind man's hand.
as his back turns, it feels like more than his arm has been sliced, severed.