"An' who are you?" Grimmjow asked insolently, staring at some messy-haired guy wearing an awful green stripy hat and ridiculously high sandals. The man beamed, as if he wasn't faced with a freakin' Espada.
"Great question! I'm here to fight you, Espada-san."
He held up a reproving finger as Grimmjow sneered and moved forwards. He was rummaging in his pockets for heaven knew what.
"One minute, please. Ah… ha!" The hat guy held up a small jar triumphantly. "Peanut butter?"
"Wha…? Why the hell would I want that!?" The Arrancar growled, with an uneasy feeling he was being mocked.
"It's crunchy and nutritious! Gives you energy, see?" The man licked clean a finger smothered in a horrible-looking brown sludge. "No? Oh well. Let's get to business, Espada-san."
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Five minutes later Grimmjow lay panting on the sand, a small doubt at the back of his mind as to whether he should have dismissed the man's claims so quickly. With a sudden movement he leapt to his feet, stalking towards his opponent with an ugly glower on his face.
"Oi. Give me that stuff you had." He snarled, trying to make it sound like he wasn't actually asking for something.
"Oh, this?" The man said brightly, waving the jar at him and peering inside. "All gone, Espada-san."
Narrow blue eyes met cheerful brown ones. "I'm gonna grind you up and make it myself from your mutilated body."
"That's the spirit!"
"Die!"
Yet another oneshot found in an old notebook. :3
R&R please.
~Featherz