So, I was NOT planning on writing a sequel to The First Encounter because I had no idea what to write a sequel about. But, a lovely lady, Trumpet-Geek, reviewed and gave me an idea for a sequel which blossomed into a story.
So, this is set in the very first fight between Ichigo and Grimmjaw, which in my little world is their second encounter. It has a slightly different ending than in the manga though, and just to warn yall, that ending contains YAOI! So don't read if ya don't like. And, if you don't know what yaoi is, it is hot, homosexual, male action just some FYI. ;D
I hope yall like it. :
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, which makes me very sad.
Also italics are either thinking or Grimmjaw's memories.
Now, let's get on with it! ;D
Grimmjaw didn't remember much from the time before he became a hollow, but when he laid eyes on that shinigami for the first time, it made his mind itch, as it often did when a fragment of memory was lying just below the surface of his consciousness. Perhaps it was that startlingly orange hair or those chocolate brown eyes that were jerking at his memory.
He just smirked and brushed the strange feeling of déjà vu he was getting away.
He began walking down towards the two shinigami. One was female and one, the strangely familiar one, was male. Their faces were shocked, "Probably from my reiatsu," he thought, as his smirk turned even more feral.
"Which one of you two is the stronger one?!" He asked, challenging one of them to claim that they were the strongest
He was already plotting how to rip them to shreds when that stupid woman had to say the name that would shake his resolve.
"Ichigo!! Get out of here!!"
Grimmjaw froze. What was probably only a millisecond felt like years as his mind processed that name. Suddenly, as if a wall in his mind had crumbled to allow memories to flood his whole being. He remembered it all. The feel of a cool breeze rustling through his hair, soft grass beneath him, and a small boy with spiky orange hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Before he could think his arm shot into the woman's stomach. He wrenched it out before her blood could seep into the white of his uniform.
He turned towards the boy who he was now positive was the one from his past and grinned. "This will be interesting."
Ichigo came running towards him, sword poised to attack. He dropped his grin and narrowed his eyes to observe the current object of his interest.
He blocked Ichigo's sword swing with his arm, never letting his eyes leave his opponent.
He frowned slightly. He wanted to see how much this boy had grown, wanted to see his true strength, wanted to see his bankai.
"Oi, you takin' me lightly shinigami?" He called out. "Give it all you've got and show me your bankai, or I'll rip a hole in you too!"
Grimmjaw didn't actually plan on seriously injuring Ichigo on purpose, but he wanted to make the boy give it his all. If he had to use threats and jeers to get what he wanted, so be it.
And, hey, it worked.
The boy's bankai wasn't anything great in the visual sense, but Grimmjaw could feel the power. And that power was fantastic.
Ichigo had gotten more powerful in the past few years. Then again, even as a kid Ichigo had possessed more reiatsu than the average human. He had been able to see spirits after all.
Ichigo leaped up and then swung his sword downwards towards Grimmjaw. Grimmjaw dodged the attack as the ground where he had been standing only milliseconds before hand exploded, sending up dust and ruble, from the blow. For some reason he felt rather proud of the young shinigami. He had grown so much from when Grimmjaw had first met him. He had become strong, powerful, and yet still had innocence clinging to the air around him.
Grimmjaw found the mixture very appealing.
Grabbing Ichigo's zanpakto, Grimmjaw threw him backwards and into a wall. Before Ichigo could get up, Grimmjaw rocketed towards him and pinned him against the wall.
He leaned forward to where his nose was inches away from Ichigo's.
"Do ya remember me yet Ichigo?" He asked the boy. He was panting and his voice was husky from the fight.
Ichigo's scowl deepened as he opened his mouth to ask what the hell Grimmjaw was talking about, when his eyes widened with shock and comprehension as it suddenly dawned on him.
"That day," he whispered slowly, "That teal haired man by the river… was you?" Ichigo could feel his cheeks begin to heat up as a light blush came to his cheeks.
Grimmjaw smirked. "Of course it was. How many people are there with teal hair running around?" He leaned even closer towards the orange haired teen, so close that their lips almost brushed against each other as Grimmjaw spoke. "You've grown so much since then, Ichigo."
Neither one of them really knew whether it was Grimmjaw or Ichigo that leaned forward to close the gap in between their mouths.
The kiss was chaste and tentative at first but slowly became more heated and passionate. Grimmjaw nibbled and ran his tongue over Ichigo's lower lip, making the orange haired teen gasp softly. Grimmjaw used this opportunity to slip his tongue into Ichigo's mouth and explore the untouched surfaces within.
Grimmjaw wrapped his arms around Ichigo, one hand on the back of his neck and the other on the small of his back, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Ichigo pressed his hands against Grimmjaw's chest, leaning upwards into the kiss as Grimmjaw pressed down.
They finally had to break apart for air, a thin, silvery strand of saliva dangling between their lips. Ichigo had turned a deep scarlet that clashed violently with his hair. Grimmjaw smirked down at the panting teen. He leaned forward to nibble on Ichigo's ear lobe as he breathed the short sentence "See ya around Ichigo." With that Grimmjaw leaped upward and disappeared through a closing portal to Hueco Mundo, his smirk still plastered to his face.
As Ichigo stared upwards at the spot where Grimmjaw had just disappeared, he scowled as only one thought filled his mind.
"That bastard just stole my first kiss."
Done! I think this is the longest fic I have ever written!
Please, please, please, please, PLEASE review and tell me what ya think!!!
Yours truly,
Topaz