Note: My Spanish is between 80 to 90% accurate. I know the grammer but I don't know every single word in the language. Still, I had an A+ on the subject. Anyway, back to the story.
La Pantera Azul by Boogermeister
Chapter 2- La Zanahoria y La Leche (Carrot and Milk)
"Ichigo . . . ." Chad muttered as he poked at the bright orange hair. "Time to get up." Ichigo moaned disgruntedly as he opened his eyes tiredly, scratching his head as he sat up.
"Man . . . . that was a crazy dream," he mumbled tiredly.
"Ichigo, what happened to your face?" asked Chad. Ichigo simply stared at him, trying to comprehend his friend's question. But it wasn't long until his eyes widened in realization; he remembered what happened last night, when a blue-haired man named Grimmjow turned into some kind of cat monster killed the thugs who stole his wallet. Ichigo touched lightly at the now dark brown scar on his cheek and stared at Chad.
"Some guys . . . . tried to steal my wallet," he replied quietly. "And I . . . . fought them off, and came back here." Chad simply stood there before nodded slightly.
"Sorry . . . . should've warned you about that," he muttered. "Stuff like that often happens to tourists, they probably think you were an easy target because of your hair." Ichigo huffed under his breath, again with his hair. "Anyway, it's a bit safer during daytime. Do you want to go outside?"
"Yeah . . . ." sighed Ichigo as he stood up.
"I know your scent now, so if you go to the police . . . . you're dead meat . . . ."
Ichigo slightly shuddered, although Chad didn't notice it since his back was turned as he pulled the window curtain open. He wasn't sure if that man will try to go after him now, especially since he would stand out more than the orange-haired teen because of his baby blue hair. But after considering it, he doubt it.
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Ichigo stared blankly at the overhead menu of a refreshment stand, fifteen minutes under the hot sun and already he was thirsty as hell. All the items on the menu are, not surprisingly, in Spanish. Ichigo scrunched his eyebrows in annoyance, the only language he knows besides his native Japanese was English but the menu didn't have the translated version for that. "Damn, Chad, how do you learn this language?" he asked.
"My Abuelo taught me whenever I come visit him," replied Chad. That's the one word Ichigo knows, abuelo means 'granfather'.
"Okay, so which one means 'strawberry smoothie'?" he asked.
"Un zumo de fresa con yogurt, por favor," said Chad to the young woman at the counter. "Y una limonada."
"Un momento," smiled the woman. Ichigo sighed heavily, maybe he should have bought that Spanish dictionary/grammar book from the shady shopkeeper/family friend Urahara.
"It's purely mint-conditioned and I'll give it to you for a good price!" Urahara had said cheerfully, waving his fan.
"The cover's ripping off, and about twenty pages are missing, you ass-tard!" Ichigo had yelled, throwing the book square at his eyes.
"Aqui ustedes va," said the woman as she handed them the drinks.
"Uh . . . . gracias?" said Ichigo.
"De nada," smiled the woman.
"Man, I only got one word right," smiled the teen as they walked through the busy marketplace.
"It's better to learn the basic sentences and phrases just to get by," replied Chad. "I think you should learn how to say 'where's the bathroom?', just in case." Ichigo let out a mock laugh before sipping his smoothie.
"How do you say 'eat shit' in Spanish?" he questioned. Chad quietly laughed and Ichigo joined in. The day went by smoothly; the two teens only did one thing and that was buying small souveniers for back home. Then they passed by a group of old men cheering over two roosters fighting each other nearby a worn-down shed.
"Cockfight," Chad stated. "Very brutal."
Ichigo glanced at the fight again, the brown-colored rooster was shredding the black-speckled one into bloody ribbons. His eyebrows tensed in agitation at the violent resemblance from last night . . . . "Goddamn it . . . ." he muttered under his breath.
"Something wrong?" asked Chad.
"No, just a little headache," muttered Ichigo. "I think I had enough for the day, Chad."
"Yeah . . . . let's go back to the hotel."
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The orange-haired teen decided to take Orihime's advice and took a dip in the swimming pool, which was discreetly behind the hotel surrounded by tropical plants. He went underwater for several seconds before coming back for the surface for a breather. He then floated around as he gazed at the early evening sky. "That man . . . . was truly scary . . . ." he muttered as he closed his eyes.
"My name's Grimmjow, and I'm a werepanther . . . . You're not gonna tell anyone what you just saw, right . . . .?"
Ichigo sighed heavily as he continued floating, his eyes was still closed. Hasta luego . . . . he knew what that meant; that man, Grimmjow, may try to find him when he at least expected.
"Buenas noches!" Ichigo snapped his eyes opened and sat up, only to realize he was still in the pool, as he flopped around in the water before he managed to get his footing. He whipped around to scan his surrounding, but saw nothing.
"I thought I heard something," he panted, running his fingers through his wet hair.
"You did, I said buenas noches!" a familiar voice shouted. Ichigo turned around and his chocolate brown eyes immediately widened as he stared at the baby blue-haired man, who was perched on the thin fence with a grin on his face. "Thought you wouldn't see me again, huh?" Gimmjow sneered as he got off the fence.
"S-stay away!" Ichigo shouted, though his tone was anything but brave. Grimmjow simply chuckled as he took a step forward.
"But I'm curious to see how my little orange mouse was doing," he grinned. Ichigo scowled at the insult as he moved back while Grimmjow stepped closer. "Ah, you look so cute with your trunks, and it matches your hair." This time, Ichigo blushed furiously at the last comment.
"What are you saying?" he questioned.
"What's wrong, don't like to be called cute, zanahoria?" sneered Grimmjow. "I did say that I'll see you again, making sure you didn't go to any authority."
"No . . . . no, I didn't," muttered Ichigo, shaking his head a little.
"Well . . . . that's good," smirked Grimmjow. Suddenly, the blue-haired man stopped at the edge of the pool and his grin quickly turned into a pissed-off frown. Ichigo noticed it and it hit him, Grimmjow is a cat monster and cats do not like water.
"What's the matter? Can't get me?" he sneered back, he was feeling his confidence coming back to him. Grimmjow glared at him with his turquiose eyes as he growled lowly.
"Like you can get me, you carrot-head piece of--" his words was cut off when Ichigo splashed water at his feet and Grimmjow leapt back in reaction. "Asshole, you tried to drown me!" growled Grimmjow.
"You have to be in the water in order to drown, you dumb-ass!" retorted Ichigo, splashing the water at him again. The blue-haired man glared at him as he stepped back and paced back and forth, almost cat-like, before stopping and his notorious grin came back.
"I'll come back," he said in an almost threatened tone. "And you won't be lucky next time. Vaya a joder con muerte, prick!" He then leapt through the plants and ran off, leaving Ichigo with a ice-cold chill in his insides. Grimmjow ran through the busy streets with ease, making his destination towards a run-down apartment by the slums. He stopped at the already broken door and slammed opened it with little care and walked inside.
"Where did you go, Grimmjow?" Grimmjow glared up at the dark silohuette sitting at the window.
"Nowhere, Ulquiorra," he grumbled as he walked up the stairs. Ulquiorra simply stared at him at his motionless emerald eyes.
"You went to see that human from the night before, right?" he questioned calmly. Grimmjow stopped at his tracks and glared back at the pale man.
"No matter, I'm gonna kill him anyway."
"You better," muttered Ulquiorra, as large, black, bat-like wing appeared on his back and he flew towards him. "We cannot afford any setbacks during our fulfillment." Grimmjow simply scoffed as he proceeded upstairs.
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Ichigo tapped his finger on his knee anxiously in the dark hotel room, he was sitting in a chair by the window for a while. He couldn't sleep, not since earlier when Grimmjow came and threatened to kill him whenever he sees him again. I can't stay here, he thought, staring at the midnight sky. I have to tell Chad that I have to leave this city-- no, the country because of this . . . . ignorant sense of culture shock. Yeah, that's it! I'll tell him that, and he'll have to believe me.
Ichigo glanced at his friend sleeping in his bed and sighed heavily before glancing back at the night sky.
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Grimmjow stared at ink-black sky as he laid on the rooftop with hishands behind his head. His turquiose eyes narrowed at the encounter he had earlier with the orange-haired teen, he didn't really know his name. "Hmm . . . . I should've looked through his wallet that time," he grumbled. "But that prick pissed me off anyway. And yet . . . . he seems very intringuing to me . . . ." The bright orange hair was first to catch his interest, but it was the teen's face and well-toned physique that caused an insatiable stirring in his loins.
"Fucking damn it," growled Grimmjow as he sat up, he noticed his partial erection poking underneath his pants. "I need to deal with this bullshit soon, or this boner ain't going away." He stood up and leapt off the building, landing onto the ground lightly. He walked casually through the near deserted streets, ignoring the annoying stares from those who walked past him. He already knew the location where the teen was, even without the scent.
He won't kill him yet, but he will get that carrot-head for his own sexual gratification. "Feels like I'm in intense heat right fucking now," he grinned sadistically as he trailed towards the hotel.
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Ay, no! Now I hafta think of good ideas for the next chapter. I like to learn new languages, because I get to learn different form of swear words. I find it ironic, though, that I had an A+ in Spanish yet a C- in English. It don't make no sense, especially since I'm an American-born citizen and between 1/4 and 1/5 Hispanic.
BTW, if you want to know what 'eat shit' in Spanish is, it's 'come mierta'! Also, Grimmjow's last statement in Spanish meant 'go fuck with death!'. I like swear words in another language, it's fun!! Nobody would know that you're cussing at them!
Also, about Ulquiorra and his bat wings, he's not some vampire but I'm gonna explain it later on in the story. Not sure when exactly . . . . Of course if you read the manga ahead online, you know what I mean.
Read, review, and no flames.
I'll update ASAP!!