Edited: 7/1/11
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its affiliates.
Grimmjaw was pacing in his rooms that he shared with the newly turned Ichigo Kurosaki. The very same person who now occupied his mind.
Ichigo, damn. I thought that he was hot before, but now. He's fucking sexy. Drooling sexy. I need a cold shower. Training, Food, training, beat someone's ass, training, fantasize over Espada 00, Prince. Daily schedule. Must follow.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of an alarm designed to pick up foreign reiatsu was heard throughout the complex. Grimmjaw growled at the interruption to his very important thoughts.
Damn. Fucking alarm! Fucking intruders. Fuck it!
In a different part of the building a certain Prince was training with an Espada who looked to favor that freaky, pedophilic, purple dinosaur…or an emo kid… or both… or… what was I saying?
'What the hell, Intruders,' the once orange haired Espada thought, losing focus on the man being held up by only his right ankle.
Oh well, time to report to Aizen. Missions, missions; how troublesome. Ichigo thought and dropped his opponent on his head, whistling as he reported to the meeting chamber.
After meeting:
Well, damn. Friends trying to save me. Sounds exciting. Imma go and fuck with their minds!
"Oh, GRIMMJAW" Ichigo yelled in a sing-song voice that made those who heard it in passing shiver and look for a place to hide.
===GRIMMICHI===
Okay, Ichigo has this crazy scheme he wants me to help him with in order to fuck with his used to be friends. Of course I agreed. You don't say no to Prince. Even though I have no fucking clue what happened to make his that angry at them.
…Was that pity? Oh, fuck.
===GRIMMICHI===
YAY! Grimmjaw agreed! Time for some fun!
