Slashed, a bleach fanfic

I love Bleach. I just do. It may not be to the extent my Kingdom Haerts obsession is, but hey.

The latest chaper made me squeal with happy. I shan't post spoilers here though!

I like this one very much. It's almost-impossible speculation, but whatever. One can hope.

R&R is always good. Enjoy "Slashed".

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It was deep.

Yumichika winced in pain as salt water flowed into the open shoulder wound, making it sting. He glared up at the Espada standing in the sky, and watched as fragments of feathers fell down around him. The Espada's blade had grazed his face as well. He cursed as the swell of the ocean flicked up and made his face sting, too. Who's idea was it to fight OVER the ocean anyway?

Aforementioned Espada was roaring with laughter as Yumichika struggled to regain his composure with water flowing through the slash on his shoulder. He threw his blue head back, the jaw attached to his mouth clicking as he howled. And suddenly, much, much earlier that anticipated, the formerly downed fifth seat was in Grimmjow's face, his features contorted with rage.

"I'm going to make you suffer for that, bastard." Yumichika hissed, his zanpaku-tou up against Grimmjow's throat, drawing a thin line of blood. It was scary to witness the normally calm and condescending 5th seat so worked up.

Grimmjow shifted away, but Yumichika swiped his hanging, wet sleeve against Grimmjow's throat before he could escape. The salt made the blue-headed Espada growl, his eyes narrowing as he saw the fifth seat smirking.

"Scared of a slight cut like that? My, I thought you might be stronger," Yumichika taunted, bringing Fujikujaku to a rest aside him and flicking his hair.

Grimmjow shuddered and raised his sword. "You wanna fight dirty like that? Fine. GRIND, PAN-- Aaah?"

Grimmjow felt a flare in his opponent's reiatsu, and realised too late that Fujikujaku's shikai was draining his reryuku away.

As Fujikujaku returned to it's four-blade spread, Yumichika threw a condescending glance in Grimmjow's direction. "No resurrección for you, I think, Jaegerjaques-san. Even you need more reryuku than that." And slashing four deep wounds in Grimmjow's shoulder which knocked him into the ocean, Yumichika giggled.

Grimmjow spluttered, the water making the four slashes sear with pain. And again, Yumichika was there, Fujikujaku it's original single sickle-like shikai.

"This is, unfortunately, my form of payback. You... may wake up soon. And this will hurt." He raised an eyebrow at Grimmjow's almost disbeleiving expression. "Those are facts." And he hooked Fujikujaku into Grimmjow's hollow hole, and ripped upward.

The resulting cry of utter agony was enough to tear Ikkaku and Ulquiorra's gaze from their own fight to see the water stained red and a familiar black-clothed figure hovering above the swell.

Ulquiorra's eyes widened.

Ikkaku grinned. "Nice."

I do have a shounenai fic that I may upload, but for now, mindless violence! Yay!