A/N: Just a short fic about Grimmjow's and Ichigo's 'relationship', from Grimmjow's point of view. Any sort of comments are welcomed and appreciated. Do enjoy!
Rivalry
Wild.. Fierce.. Cunning.. Grimmjow was everything a predator should be. He was untameable, king of the desert, royalty amongst Hollows. He was invincible, unbeatable and would one day rule the world. He was sure of it..!
But, there was one problem.. a berry particular problem. Ichigo Kurosaki. The damned Shinigami that never ceased to threaten his standing as king. After every hit, no matter how hard, the bastard kept crawling back – leeching off his status as Espada. He had become so much more than just a problem over their many battles, so much that Grimmjow's every second thought was about the bastard, followed by a flush of pure, untainted rage. Raw blood-lust, the sheer instinct to kill.. it was all there..
Yet it was not that simple - over time, something had happened. Sometime unique, something the Espada had not encountered before – it was special. Between them had forged a precious thing; rivalry.. it was an almost understanding, their lust, their want for power - dominance. It was a constant power struggle between extreme forces.
So it made sense that their last, inevitable encounter was drawing close. He could feel it, practically taste it in the air.. the nature of fate was letting on to him..
And then it came. The day finally came, that fateful day when both enemies struck blades once again.. but Grimmjow was left wondering. Wondering about it – that special thing of Kurosaki's and his own; their rivalry. He was left wondering, wondering how could such an intense bond be so fragile, so weak to influence? His perfection had fallen apart so easily at the male's touch.. he was broken, shattered..
How.. how then had it come to this – his defeat? How had the king fallen so easily from his throne?! But it had not been with ease. He had fallen beneath the hand of none other than Kurosaki, and he had despised every last minute of it.. but still remembered it clearly. The blankness of the bastard's face as he had lowered him to the ground - as if in a final, arrogant bid to the king's memory. Those eyes, so conceited, pierced right through him.. they brought nothing but fury to the Espada. But why should it matter, now that it over...?
No, it couldn't be over.. it wasn't over.. it would never be over!
He refused to believe it, he refused to let it go, and that was why he would rise again. He would rise again to defeat Ichigo once more. It was not the end; it was never the end, not between them, not ever.. because their rivalry was just that; never-ending.
Forever!
Grimmjow would make sure Ichigo was his prey – forever..
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite has my utmost respect for creating the wonderful fandom of Bleach, and with this disclaimer I would like to acknowledge the fact I own not one thing about it (except this fic).