Sorry for the wait and then giving you such a short chapter :O I'm a bad, bad person. I'm sorry if there was disappointment in the last chapter. For this chapter, it's not the same as in the manga, I got a few ideas from it though.
Disclaimer: I don not own bleach or Bleach.
"It's been awhile king." Hichigo grinned.
Ichigo didn't reply. He glanced around…Zangetsu was no where to be found. Damn you hollow! Ichigo seethed. He knew he only had one shot in this, kill or be killed.
Hichigo grinned wider as he felt his king's anxiety. "Are you scared my king?" He teased, infuriating the red-head. "Zangetsu can't always guard your back. That's why it concerns me so much that you're making your stupid decisions while I have no control. Time to change that eh?"
"Fuck you," Ichigo kept telling himself he wasn't afraid. He'd faced the bastard before, he can beat him. He couldn't stop worrying though: If he didn't win, he'd die…
His discomfort didn't go unnoticed by his albino partner. "Getting tense there king? That's how it should be; you have every reason to be scared." "I'm not afraid of you." Ichigo said even as he backed away, his hand reached for his sword. The albino smirked at his king. The skies above changed rapidly, cloudy and thunderous to reflect the tension.
Lightning from the background made Ichigo glance back momentarily. Hichigo made his move then when Ichigo was distracted.
Not bothering to draw his sword, he flashed forward. Ichigo saw the hand coming but he was too slow to avoid it. Hichigo's hand closed around the other's head, slamming it into a window of the building. Ichigo's foot kicked up, trying to dislodge the grip from the hand that was digging into his face tightly. An unseen force snapped on his leg, making an echoing crack across the empty buildings. Ichigo's back arched from sheer pain. If his mouth wasn't so crudely covered, he would've screamed. He thrashed wildly against the cruel hold, trying not to move his left leg too much.
"Done already?" Hichigo sighed in mock hand jerked up, pulling Ichigo's head to his eye level. "How boring," Hichigo was no longer smiling. His face was now contorted with disgust and anger. Ichigo's eyes widened in fear at the sudden expression. "Let's have some fun before I see you for the last time." With barely a grunt, Hichigo brought his arm back and flung Ichigo forward as if he were throwing a baseball.
Ichigo landed in heap, under his broken leg. Wasting no time he got up, wincing as he did so. "Bankai!"
Hichigo yelled the same thing.
The clouds of energy barely settled before Hichigo made his move. Ichigo was pressed back as their swords clang together. "Getsuga—!"
"Too slow," The hollow sneered. The hand that wasn't gripping his sword wrenched Ichigo's zangetsu from his grasp. He threw it down onto a lower building. "No!" Ichigo started for his soul-cleaver, but a rough hand seized his collar.
"Let me show you a proper Getsuga!" Hichigo yanked Ichigo close. He pressed his blade diagonally from Ichigo shoulder, the hilt of the sword at Ichigo's hip. "Getsuga Tensho!"
A heated blast blew up most of the buildings within 50 feet range. Ichigo was knocked back a good 10 yards.
Ichigo body was flung back into the air before bouncing off the edge of a tall building, falling forward like a ragged doll onto the ground. Hichigo was no where to be seen. Ichigo leaned heavily against a tall building, hoping to buy some time to recover. "Shit…" He spat out a glob of blood. His lungs were burning.
He winced and sat down, making sure not to damage his leg further. His femur was broken. Part of it was sticking out. Just looking at it made Ichigo clench his eyes shut, feeling sick.
He tore off the remains of his gi, inspecting the damage that was done. A deep red line scarred him from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip. Crimson liquid was dripping onto the ground. The blood loss was already making him dizzy. Ichigo looked around. He pushed himself upright, but before he could regain his balance, a hand clawed at his eye.
Ichigo automatically recoiled, the moment he did, he knew it was a bad move. The hand that gripped the wall let go. The human instinct was so strong that even though Ichigo knew letting go would cause him to fall backwards, his hands still zoomed protectively over his eye. Hichigo's hand barely scratched him.
Ichigo fell hard; the breath from his lungs whooshed out, leaving him dazed. "Che, how pathetic," Hichigo jeered. "You couldn't even take that small blow. It's a wonder you survived this long. Now things are going to change." Ichigo scooted backwards, away from the hollow.
"Hmph,"
A harsh heel came down to grind into Ichigo's stomach. Ichigo yelled in pain and curled around the injury. Hichigo merely looked bored. "If that's all you can show me…"
Ichigo glared the best he could while trying not to let out any sound of pain. A hand snagged his hair, painfully wrenching him up. "..Bastard..!" Ichigo hissed, his hands scratched at the other man's.
"Fuck this, I'm bored…" Hichigo muttered. "Wanna hear all the mistakes you've made before I kill you?" Ichigo's nails dug deep into the albino's hand but he didn't seem to notice. "Saying all your mistakes will take too long, how bout' just the top few?" "Fuck you!" Ichigo yelled. His struggles increased. "Making me mad, that deserves the death penalty." "What did I ever do to you!?" Hichigo ignored him. "Your stupidity, lack of animal instinct…Oh yeah," Hichigo's head lolled back and gave Ichigo a lopsided grin. "You really need to control your emotions." Ichigo snarled. Lightning was still striking down from the sky.
"I think one of the most vital mistake's your feelings for Grimmjow." "I have every reason to hate him!" Ichigo yelped as the hollow's free hand dug into the long wound that was still dripping blood.
"I think we both know it's not only hate." Ichigo froze. "You have feelings for him," Hichigo continued on cheerfully, savoring the look on the other man's face. "I do not!" Ichigo said hoarsely, his struggles ceased for a moment, and then vigorously increased. "I know you want him to feel you, touch you,"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS FROM YOU!" Ichigo screamed.
"Someone's in denial." Hichigo continued to taunt him. Ichigo opened his mouth to yell at the insanely annoying hollow only to groan in pain as a hand scraped his chest wound. The albino continued to dig his nails into the gash, enjoying the pained reaction. "You want him to like you back." Hichigo leaned forward, whispering the last few sentences into Ichigo's ear.
"You didn't even want to use your full power against him,"
"That's because I was worried about destroyin—"
"Doesn't matter what excuses you use. You can't lie to me, I know everything you're thinking."
Ichigo shut him out, desperately trying to escape this horror. He didn't like Grimmjow, didn't, didn't, DIDN'T!
The skies above changed slightly as he thought about Grimmjow. He hated Grimmjow; there was no reason to like someone who tried to repeatedly take his life. Ichigo kept repeating that over and over.
"Bored now." Hichigo stated. The red-head was now completely ignoring him. "Time for the horse to take control, or should I say the proper king to take control?"With that, Hichigo leveled the white zangetsu with Ichigo's throat.
(A/N: --Saying white doesn't make me racist does it?)
"Fuck you!"
Hichigo grinned at the fight still left in his 'king'. "You said that already, or are you practicing for when you want to fuck Grimmjow in hell? Anyways, I'm not submissive or an idiot like you. That's what makes you such a bad king."
Hichigo drew his sword back, preparing for a clean lunge through the trachea.
"Long live the king…in hell."
With those words of awful finality, he pushed his blade forward.
Blood splattered all over the windows.
A/N: Sorry it's so short. I apologise if this chapter doesn't seem satisfactory. Now Grimmjow's not the only one in denial! (I'm twisted, I know)
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