For those of you wondering: Yes, this is a Grimmjow x Ukitake fic. Yes, i am crazy. And yes, this story i complex as hell.
notes: 'italics' = thinking
"normal" = talking
"italics" = telepathy
"bold" = talking at the same time
Warning: contains spoilers from bleach 350 onward
Dislaimer: i don't own bleach, if i did GrimmUki and UkiUlqui would be canon. How aren't you happy i don't own bleach.
Grimmjow could only look on in shock, as a dark aura began to engulf Kurosaki Ichigo, his reiatsu getting stronger with every passing second. Growling under his breath Grimmjow make his way shakily out of the garganta and scouted the remains of the fake town.
It appeared all the Espada were indeed dead, meaning he was the only one left, 'and yet, I don't feel the slightest bit happy about that.' Looking around, Grimmjow noted that only one person seemed uninjured, "Aizen." He hissed, spitting the word out like it was poison. 'Huh? Where are Ichimaru and Tousen? I can't sense their reiatsu anywhere.' Looking down from Aizen's current position, on the ground were two rather bloody messes and another two a few meters north and west of those. Grimmjow squinted at each one, upon recognizing the broken katana next to each, his eyes shot wide open. 'Impossible, Starrk and Harribel killed I can sort of comprehend, but Ichimaru and Tousen too? Damn it Aizen, are you sending everyone to their deaths!?'
Suddenly Ichigo's reiatsu spiked, the sheer amount of it caused Grimmjow's battered body to fall several feet before he caught himself. Drawing his eyes back to Kurosaki, it appeared the reiatsu had stopped surging, and had imploded on itself creating a dust cloud.
"Thankyou, Grimmjow" Grimmjow whipped around, seeing Aizen already halfway into the garganta he hadn't closed. "I'll let you finish things up here." And with that, the ever sadistic bastard was gone, the garganta closing quickly behind him. Eyes wide with horror, Grimmjow wheeled round again.
The smoke around Ichigo had begun to fade, and what was replacing it was something monstrous.
The reiatsu coming from it was clearly hollow, more so than what that brat felt like when he wore that damned mask, but the amount… it could send Starrk in his resurreccion to his knees. The thing looked up, orange hair fluttering softly in the breeze the reiatsu had created. Less than an instant later, the thing was in front of him, the masked being roared, rearing it's horned head.
Grimmjow found himself frozen in place as well as suffocating on the reiatsu. The beast drew it's arm up, bankai in hand, and brought it down on Grimmjow's head.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Grimmjow panicked, praying it would work he cried, "GRIND PANTERA!"
"…Bankai."
The blade came down, missing the sexta by mere millimeters, before Grimmjow sonido-ed away in a blur of teal.
'How the hell'd I dodge that? And what happened to my injuries? Not to mention my reiatsu.'
Grimmjow was right, not a single injury caused by his and Ichigo's fight remained, including the scar from the fight in the human world, as for his reiatsu, it was growing exponentially by the second.
"Hey" came a soft voice. Grimmjow would have looked for the voice if something wasn't holding him still, "Relax, I'm on your side," the voice said.
'Damn, where the hell is it coming from, and why can't I move!'
"Your head and I'm holding you still, if you calm down and let me help you, I'll let go and neither of us is going to be killed." Was the voices reply.
"OHHHHHHH!" The beast roared again, sending a shockwave toward Grimmjow.
'Shit' Grimmjow said raising his hands (amazed that he could) to block. The shockwave didn't even force him back, but completely destroyed the building behind him. 'Huh? I didn't even feel that against my Hierro. I don't suppose you have a name, random-voice-in-my-head doesn't really have much of a ring to it.'
A light-hearted laugh sounded in his head followed by, "It's Ukitake, Ukitake Jyuushiro."
'Alright, wanna tell me who or what you are, what happened, and why you're in my head?'
"Sure why not?" Jyuushiro chuckeled, "You already know my name, I'm a shinigami, captain of squad 13. As for the last two, I used my bankai to merge with you, so now my reiatsu is yours too, and so your 'hierro' -was it?- Is increased."
'Eh? But we're enemies, why are you helping me?'
"You looked like you needed help, besides, it was Aizen who disposed of Harribel, Gin and Kaname."
'W-What? But why?'
"Beats me, but if we want to live long enough to find out we need to stop Ichigo."
'Wait, so that thing really is Kurosaki?'
As if on cue, Ichigo sonido-ed swinging Tensa Zangetsu in an arc at Grimmjow and Ukitake.
"Block it, our Hierro can withstand it." Ukitake ordered. Risking it, Grimmjow did as he was bid. Tensa Zangetsu stopped a good inch from Grimmjow's arm.
"The hell?"
"Heh. Told ya."
Grimmjow threw the sword off and delt Ichigo a gut-punch, sending the hollow-fied being flying back.
"Oh, defiantly liking this." Grimmjow said with a smirk. A hand rested on Grimmjow's shoulder. "Eh?" Turning his head in search of the owner, Grimmjow saw that it belonged to a semi-transparent, pale looking man with long, alabaster hair. Upon hearing Grimmjow's voice, the man turned his head and smiled.
"You've started to trust me, so now you can see me as well as hear me." He answered by way of explanation. "Get ready Grimmjow, here he comes again."
"Not if I get him first." Grimmjow said slipping into sonido.
The two rivals clashed, their combined reiatsu causing what few buildings were still standing to crumble. Ukitake's grip tightened, "We need to remove the mask."
Grimmjow made to block Tensa Zangetsu, but before he could, Ichigo had moved back, leaned his horned head forward, and begun charging a cero. "Shit!" Grimmjow cursed as he sonido-ed away just in time. 'Alright Ukitake, got any ideas on how'ta get rid of the mask?'
"Break it." Jyuushiro replied simply, keeping his eyes on Ichigo.
'What are you crazy!? We haven't even bruised him, how do you suppose be can break the mask!?' Grimmjow cried turning to Ukitake, who continued looking at Ichigo.
"We'll have to work together in complete sync. Attack with everything we have, and then go for the mask."
Ichigo screeched, summoning all the reiatsu the mask had given him.
"Looks like Kurosaki has the same idea ne?" Grimmjow and Ukitake said, as they too summoned all their reiatsu.
"Getsuga" Ichigo's warped voice growled, swinging Tensa Zangetsu behind him, "Ten-"
Grimmjow charged towards Ichigo, his Desgarron forming on the claws of his right hand, "HAAA!"
"-Sho!"
The blasts collided in a blur of teal and black, with reiatsu flooding out in all directions, each fighting for dominance.
"This time Kurosaki, I WON'T LOSE!" As Grimmjow and Ukitake forced yet more reiatsu into Grimmjow's Desgarron, Ichigo pored even more into his Getsuga Tensho.
'The masked bastard's pulling reiatsu outta nowhere!' Grimmjow cried above the howling reiatsu.
"Then it's now or never, it's our last chance Grimmjow… Either we get him or we're dead!"
"GHAAAAAAA!" Grimmjow's body began to glow as his reiatsu shot up once more, forcing his claws forward, he slashed, cutting off one of the horns on Ichigo's mask, causing Ichigo's reiatsu to slip out of control, leaving him open to another attack.
The reiatsu imploded as Grimmjow whirled around, kicking out and smacking Ichigo's hollow mask, cracking it down the centre. The crack branched out, causing a spiderweb of cracks across the mask's surface. The mask then shattered, and Ichigo fell back, glassy eyed, and hit the ground.
"Urg," Ukitake moaned, rolling over. He had just left Grimmjow's body and couldn't physically recall be so tired in his life. About 2 feet to his right, Grimmjow lay face-down, looking about as bad as Ukitake felt. "Arg… hey Grimmjow, you ok?"
The Arrancar turned his head, "Yeah, for the most part. You?" Grimmjow asked, noticing the blood oozing slowly from Ukitake's chest. 'He musta got hurt before I got here…'
Ukitake smiled back, "I'm fine, just a little cold." Grimmjow tutted before forcing himself to his feet, "Hey what're you doing?!" Ukitake exclaimed as Grimjow dumped himself beside Ukitake.
"Keeping you warm," Grimmjow said simply as he pulled his jacket off, before laying down and putting it over both of them, "Now shut up."
Ukitake was shocked to say the least, but smiled gently and rolled onto his side so the jacket could cover them both easier. Grimmjow unconsciously wrapped his arm around Ukitake, pulling him slightly closer. "Careful, I'm gonna bleed all over you." Ukitake said trying (and failing) to pull away.
"Didn't I tell you ta shut up? Besides, it's only blood, and I'm covered in the stuff anyways." Ukitake couldn't argue with that logic, even if some of the wounds coveing Grimmjow's body looked pretty serious. Sighing, Ukitake made himself comfortable snuggling into the crook of Grimmjow's neck, unconsciousness quickly overcoming him.
"Dumbass, how can you fall asleep in the arms of the enemy? Still…" Grimmjow said, finding Ukitake's hair to be a good, make-shift pillow. Grimmjow took a deep breath through his nose, feeling sleep coming to take him too, 'Huh? What'da ya know, looks like we use the same Herbal Essences shampoo…' And with that he also fell into the bliss of unconsciousness.
Ukitake awoke in a hospital ward. 'Huh? Wait, that means I'm in fourth.' His brain contributed groggily. Turning his head to the left, Ukitake was supprised to see Ichigo's unconscious form on the bed, 'Well, at least he looks alright.' Cranking his neck slightly, Ukitake found Rukia Kuchiki asleep between his and Ichigo's beds. "How long has she been here." He said aloud, not realizing the room's only other awake occupant.
"About a week I think." Ukitake turned his head to the right to see Grimmjow, covered in bandages and donning reiatsu-restraining handcuffs.
"How long have you been here?" Ukitake asked, slowly sitting up, a slight pull on his chest told him someone had seen to his wound and bandaged it up.
"I woke up 3 days ago with these," He indicated the cuffs, "on, but from what I can gather we've been here a week."
"Oh,"
"I'm scheduled to be executed tomorrow," Grimmjow said, his voice giving away nothing of what he felt.
"What?! W-Why?"
"I'm an arrancar, what more reason do they need." Grimmjow spat, anger and sorrow filling his blue eyes.
Ukitake got up and moved to sit on Grimmjow's cot, "I don't want you to be." He said quietly, knowing that him denying it won't help Grimmjow, and will probably only make the feline-like arrancar mad.
Grimmjow glared at Ukitake for a moment before his eyes softened and he pulled the older towards him, "I don't wanna be either, but it's not like either of us can stop it." He whispered as he hugged Ukitake close.
Ukitake looked up, his hazel eyes sad and hopeless, closing his eyes, Ukitake placed his lips gently on the sexta's. Grimmjow starred for a moment, then, he moved one hand, intertwining it in some of Ukitake's hair, and forcing the shinigami's head back, deepening the kiss.
Outside the room, Shunsui stared in silent horror at the make-out session he had nearly walked in on.
"Damn it Jyuu, Yama-jii's not gonna like this one bit."
Heh, i don't know if that made sense to anyone, but this is officially 's first GrimmUki fic ^^
Review's are welcome and apreciated, flames are also welcome and will be used to create a better, more Aizen-proof Espada.
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