I promised more updates instead of bigger chapter length, and here is the second instalment of Moonlit Kingdom. I was pretty sad that I had a few story alerts with the first chapter but no reviews at all. Having no reviews makes me nervous. I'm making this story to give back to the GrimmIchi writers community, so I need to know what you think and what you want. Fan-service is the key word. I won't post faster or slower in accordance to reviews, but they do also make me happy.
In this chapter they meet. Enjoy.
Grimm-p.o.v.
Forget sensing, he could fucking taste Kurosaki's reiatsu as he sonidoed through the dunes at top speed. This was beyond nice, good or fantastic. This, was… completely perfect. It was like the world he ruled had answered his requests. Kurosaki Ichigo. All his to fight with. In a world that had lost so much energy with the winter war, he broadcasted his power like a radio tower to all hollow in a thousand mile radios, not that they'd dare come close with fear of getting either eaten or killed. How he longed to cross swords with him again.
The second Nel told him something other than a hollow had opened a garganta into the vicinity of Las Noches he was out and looking for it. And when he crossed Kurosaki's reiatsu he felt downfuck retarded for not thinking of going to him before. She was somewhere on his tail, he knew, but he wasn't about to slow down for her, he wanted to see him NOW. Since she had regained her adult shape that she was weak like a menos, but no one would touch her, they were too scared of the king.
He came to a screeching halt as he approached the source of familiar reiatsu. Out sat on a dune, was a black clothed figure, splash of orange hair a stark contrast to the monochrome of the desert.
Ichi-p.o.v.
Ichigo had been convinced he would be unperturbed out here, but he was about to discover how wrong he was.
The heavy blanket of an outstretching reiatsu wave did not come with immediate recognition. How could it? You tend to forget the reiatsu signatures of those you think dead. It was not until he whipped his head around to glare in the general direction of the power source that a blur of teal, faded in the pale white of the moon, pang his heart with memory. He was mortified. In his mind it was back to a year ago, when he felt weak and helpless, like a rag doll in the sexta's hands. And then he took a deep breath, and jumped foreword to their last battle. He was superior, he could handle him. And so, barely avoiding a panic attack, he stood to face his unexpected opponent.
As soon as he was on his feet, Jaggerjaques was standing a couple of meters from him. A satisfied insane smile on his face. He seamed extremely pleasured to see him. "Kurosaki Ichigo, to what do I owe the insanity of your visit?"
Ichigo's constant frown was broken to allow a elegant eyebrow to rise above the other. "I hear hard words. Maybe you are not who I though you were." In a flash the blunette was in his face.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Kurosaki?" Ichigo smirked.
"That's more like the Grimmjow I know, right there." Said man snarled back in response, his lips stretching into an invigorated shit-eating grin. He moved to his fingers to Pantera's hilt.
"Yes, I'm still your dear Grimmjow, with all the right parts." He howled in laughter, drawing his zampakuto.
Before he could pounce, Ichigo felt the need to fill the former Espada on a few facts. "I don't think of attacking me to be too wise. I don't suppose you know how the war ended."
Grimmjow didn't seem phased. "What? Did you slay Aizen the bitch? So what? I'm so bored these days I'd radder die quick to your hands than not fighting you at all."
Ichigo's brows drew impossibly tighter. After a few seconds of tension, he asked the question that was dripping acid on his insides. "How did you survive, Grimmjow?"
The arrancar did not answer. But instead let his sword start the talking. Zanguetsu and Pantera were meeting, sparks flying on a halo around them. "I see you remain as impulsive as before." Blades met a few times more without much movement from their part. Like a game with sticks.
"Why talk, when we can fight? Didn't you miss me, Kurosaki?" Grimmjow sonidoed behind him to strike down. Ichigo kept up without needing shunpu, just turned around in a blur and countered, without breaking a sweat.
"This won't end too well for you." They stood there, swords pushing against each other and probing for differences on what they remembered about their foes strength. Grimmjow could easily feel just how sturdy the boy had become, like a wall where once was a fence, and visibly resisted the urge to swear. They were just measuring each other up, and so far it was so much fun.
They didn't notice the green haired woman until she called out to them. "Itsugo! Grimmjow!" She came running at them on her own legs through the dunes.
Ichigo forgot for a moment that he was fighting a wit battle with a deadly opponent and and stared wide eyed at her. "Nel?" He inquired, ignoring the hollow he still had a sword crossed with. She didn't answer him though.
"Grimmjow, is that any way to treat guests? And he was nice enough to come all the way out here!"
Ichigo continued in his wave length, refusing to register the nonsense spewing out of her mouth. "You're alive and well, and you're here? And and..." He took in her appearance in a white arrancar uniform.
Grimmjow sheathed Pantera with a growl directed clearly at the female arrancar. "He ain't a guest. This is my world, my kingdom, I say who we treat as guests!" He crossed his arms and pouted like a kid who wasn't having his way. But did not move to continue on his Nel-disapproved path.
Ichigo's confusion escalated when Nel hugged him to her massive chest. "Itsugo! I'm so happy you're here! Please come stay with us for a while, please! I'll even cook!" Grimmjow grimaced. Ichigo could have guessed it was from the overall weirdness, but it also could be dread for Nelliel's cooking. And only then did he catch up. Either Inoe's ordeal had made him slow, or the world was just moving to fast for him.
"Why is it Grimmjow's Kingdom?" He asked up, like a confused kiddy to his mommy.
Nel accordingly pet his head while she answered him. "Because he's the Hollow King now, Itsugo, he's the one in charge." And when he though about it. It made sense. All of the other Espadas were dead as far as he knew.
He stared at the blunette as if seeing someone else. "So now you're in charge, huh? Sounds like you're moving up in life like you wanted, ne?" Grimmjow's face split up in his trademark insanity grin.
"Hell yeah! You bet I am!"
A/N: I'm doing this as fast as I can. I have very few ideas as to what to make of this, but I won't have them being initially attracted to each other. I want to make this as IC as possible.