Summary: Grimmjow is a fighters for a group called Las Noches, not by choice though he was forced into it. He is punished frequently for disobeying Aizen the leader for the group. Grimmjow hates his life but is to prideful to take it so he puts up with it but what happens when the reason he is in this terrible group becomes his next opponent.

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Grimmjow: Fine. This story contains violence and sexual themes. it is also a yaoi Fanfic so if you don't like don't read and you should be looking up "Character A/B Grimmjow, Character A/B Ichigo in the romance rated "M" category. Oh and there's physical abuse too. And if you are a complete idiot GrimmjowXDJaggerjack does not own Bleach!

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It felt like my back was on fire and every time I thought the pain would stop another lash from the cruel whip brought it right back again. My wrists were fastened to the cold brick wall and my abdomen was forced against the hard surface each time the whip connected with my back causing me the flinch away from it. One would think that I would have become used to this form of treatment considering how often I am tied to this wall and punished for my actions but the pain only seems to get worse as time passes.

I hate this place I really do but there's no way out, I am stuck here forever and I know it but that's does mean I'm going to give in to these bastards. They can do whatever they want to me but they will still never tame me.

A bucket full of freezing salt water slapped against my bloody back and I bit my lip to stop the scream but it didn't work. I screamed in agony as the salt seeped into the fresh wounds cleaning them. Cleaning or not this was torture and they knew it. When the burning dulled to a light stinging the iron around my wrists was removed and I collapsed to my knees with a thud.

"You really should just do as you're told Grimmjow. If you did then you wouldn't have to be punished" The smooth creepy voice of Gin Ichimaru purred from behind me. I said nothing he was just trying to goad me into saying something he could punish me for. I heard his footsteps reseed as he exited this torture chamber.

Normal point of view

The office was dead silent it's owner stood facing the large floor to ceiling window looking out at the city below. His smooth, cold voice echoed through the large space as he called forth his right hand man Gin Ichimaru from the shadows. The silver haired man stepped out from the shadow of one of the dark corners. "Six has a fight in ten minutes make sure he knows he most win" his cool tone seemed to chill the air as he spoke. Gin bowed and left the room with a curt 'right away my lord'

The halls of Las Noches were freezing but the silver haired man didn't seem to notice as he twisted the nob on the punishment room that had seemed to have become number six's almost permanent residence. The blue haired man just wouldn't listen to anything other than fight and win the fight. Gin was astounded that Azien had kept him around for so long but then again despite his disobedience he was the best fighter Las Noches had.

The door to the punishment cell swung open banging against the wall with a metallic thud. The sound echoed over the walls and the figure propped up against the far wall shifted, azure eyes squinting at the sudden light flooding in from the hallway. The silver haired fox as he was called by most of the people in Las Noches glided slowly over the cold cement floor. Angry azure eyes glared up at the fox as he stopped in front of the beaten number six. Grinning down at the seemingly broken figure, Gin's usually closed eyes open to show the icy blue eyes beneath. "Aizen-sama has asked ma' ta' tell ya' tha' ya' got a figh' in ten minutes an' ya' mos' win"

When number six made no move to get up Gin's eyes slid closed and he shook his head. "Come on Grimmjow ga' up"

Grimmjow grunted and shift onto his knees before using the wall to balance himself as he stood. "Good na' da' ya' think ya' can figh'?" A stiff nod was all he got as a reply. "Okay I brought ya' yer' vest" Gin handed Grimmjow a white vest with a gothic number six stitched onto the back.

Carefully Grimmjow slipped the vest over his shoulders and stuffed his arms through the sleeves before rolling them up to just above his elbows. "Ight' Na' come on ya got five minutes na' ta' geh ta' tha' ring" Gin stepped towards the door but stopped and gestures for Grimmjow to go first.

The ring also known as the fighting area is is not far from the punishment cell but the dead silence in the hall way made the walk to the ring seem excruciatingly long. In two minutes they stood before the steel door that lead to the ring.

"Ya' ser' ya' can Figh' Grimm? Tha' beat ya' pre' bad" The Blue haired fighter nodded before pushing the metal door open and stepping into the path way between two sets of theater style seats. The crowd erupted into cheers as he walked further towards the ring where a tall red headed man stood shirtless in a pair of black Hakama held up by a white Obi.

"Soul society" Grimmjow hissed under his breathe. Soul society was Las Noches rival in this fights but that's not why Grimmjow loathed having to fight them. It was because unlike all the other groups of fighters they just didn't seem to understand that the Fighters for Las Noches were forced to do the things they did. And on the off chance that the fighters from Las Noches got the chance to go outside they would be ganged up on and beat up which also caused the fighters from Las Noches to be punished for not being able to defend themselves. That's way they were on Grimmjow's disapproval list.

The red head shifted his gaze from the crowd to the approaching fighter. "They pulling out the big guns this time eh?" A smirk formed on the red heads face as Grimmjow growled low in his throat.

"Yeah, but you ain't fucking worth it" Grimmjow growled stepping into the ring that was a flat piece of lightly padded dark blue mat. The horn went off and the red head shifted into a fighting stance while his opponent stuffed his hands in the pockets of his white Hakama. The red head narrowed his eyes and growled angrily through his teeth. "Well. What are you waiting for? Come at me" Grimmjow grinned showing off his longer than normal canines and leaning forward in his seemingly relaxed stance.

The red head growled again before letting his hands fall slightly as he charged. Grimmjow frown as he recognized that kind of mistake.

The orange heard boy dropped his hands slightly as he charged forward toward the slightly larger boy who shook his head. Before the smaller boy could complete his charge he stepped forward into his path and shot his fist out into the smaller boy's stomach making him cough dryly. The smaller boy staggered back a few steps clutching his abused abdomen. "He shouldn't do that Ichigo" The larger boy said with another shake of his head.

"Why? It gives me more balance"

"Yes but it leaves you wide open. Work on your balance so you don't have to do that and practice charges with your hands up to guard or you'll just get hit again"

Grimmjow stepped in before the red head could move to attack and shot his fist out into the red heads gut. Following up with grabbing the back of his head when I curled in on himself and then forced the red head's head down and brought his knee up. Smashing the red head's skull into it with extra force then followed by pulling his head up again and slamming his knee into the gut of his firey haired opponent. As the crimson haired man curled over once again Grimmjow shifted his foot and brought his leg up then down smashing it into the back of his opponents head rendering him unconscious. "Tch, moron" Grimmjow hissed stuffing his hands back in his pockets and spitting to the side, glaring down at the beaten man.

"Renji!" A short raven haired girl cried as she run to the red heads side. "If he's paralyzed I will kill you" She growled, glaring up at Grimmjow.

"He won't be" Grimmjow replied looking from the fallen man to the midget girl.

"You lie" The girl hissed.

"He isn't Rukia calm down" A soft baritone sounded from Grimmjow's left. A man shorter then Grimmjow but not overly short stepped onto the mat and stopped next to the now shocked woman.

"But-"

"What were you're orders?" The man asked. Grimmjow took a moment to look the man over. The man had bright orange hair and chocolate brown eyes. 'It can't be him' Grimmjow thought.

"Orders? His a fighter Ichigo they don't get orders" The girl informed the orange haired man looking at him like he was crazy. 'Ichigo? No it can't be the same one'

"No we don't get orders and neither do other fighters from other groups but the Las Noches fighters do. They don't choose to do those terrible things they're forced to. If they are given the order to break their opponents ribs they do. If they are ordered to kill their opponent they do because if they don't it's them who end up suffering" Ichigo explained to the now completely shocked woman. "Well?"

Grimmjow assumed that he was asking him to answer his question now that had been explained. "To win, nothing else and by the way I choose what orders a follow but if I think the guy deserves to have his ribs broken I'll do it but if the person's a good guy I'll ignore the order. Might as well get hurt instead of hurting someone who you don't think should be hurt eh?" Grimmjow explained.

"Makes sense" Ichigo agreed.

"What Ichigo how can you-"

"Would you take a whipping or an electrocution for someone you thought didn't deserve to have their ribs spared?" Ichigo growled and Rukia shook her head in shame. 'Is it you Ichigo? You remind me of him but are you really the Ichigo I knew?'

"Grimm, la's go" Gin called from the edge of the ring and Grimmjow turned leaving the orange heard man who might very well be the person that he ended up in here so that he could protect him, behind.