Kickin' It!
by Tigerballz
Beta: CrazyNinjaPenguin

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, yo.
Warnings:
Very coarse language, guns, mild violence.


Rukia breathed in deep, the scent of grass and dirt tickling her nose. The soccer field had been recently cut and the soft crunching her cleats made against the ground comforted her. Rukia looked over the vast field in front of her and closed her eyes. At the end of the week a game against her school's rival, the Hueco Mundo academy's Arrancars, would be held right on that field. This event both excited and frightened Rukia. Her team hadn't won a game against the Arrancars for the past five seasons. The pressure of her team's desire to win made Rukia nervous. If she didn't win...

Rukia decided not to think about it. Instead, she turned her attention to the soccer ball in front of her. She had a bit of time to practice till game day arrived, so she didn't want to miss out on any chances to perfect her skills.

With a soft punt she began to kick the ball down the field. She envisioned other players trying to get in her way, running by her sides looking for an opening to steal the ball. With a little fancy footwork, Rukia kicked the ball away from her imaginary opponents. The soccer ball landed about six feet away from the goal. Running towards the goal at full speed, Rukia rammed the side of her foot into the ball, watching as the sphere flew through the air.

"Hah," she said to herself, a bit of exhaustion showing through her tone. She smiled a bit, not realizing her own strength.

Her smile dissipated in moments though, after realizing that she kicked the object right into someone's face.


Grimmjoww was running down a street alley, his face knotted with frustration. Beads of sweat were running down the sides on his face. Behind him a large man by the name of Yammy was chasing him.

"Get back here, Grimmjow!" Yammy roared, charging at him with the speed that resembled that of an overweight, clumsy cheetah. Grimjoww tried to run a bit faster.

"Dammit!" he cursed under his breath, inwardly abusing himself. If he hadn't been such a cocky bastard about an hour before, he wouldn't be going through this crap. Turning a sharp corner, Grimmjoww knocked over a few trashcans. It was an old trick but Yammy fell for it, literally. Grimmjow laughed as the huge man ineptly tripped over the cans and landed right on his face.

Still laughing, he didn't notice until the last moment that Ulquiorra was standing at the end of the alleyway. Grimmjow stopped short and almost fell. He turned to run back, but Yammy was already up and walking his way. Ulquiorra was closing in on him as well.

"Ahhhh, fuck!" Grimmjow hissed. He looked around him frantically, trying to find a getaway. He spotted the fire escape on the side of the building and grinned wickedly. Running forward, Grimmjow pounced on a dumpster and jumped from that to the hanging ladder by the side of the building. He climbed up the ladder like a hysterical monkey and jumped down behind Yammy. Grimmjow then immediately sprang forward and ran.

"Don't let him escape," Ulquiorra ordered in a deadpan voice. "Mr. Aizen won't appreciate that."

Yammy's eyes filled with fear. He nodded and continued to chase after Grimmjow. The cell phone in Ulquiorra's pocket began to vibrate so he fished it out and opened it.

"Hello Mr. Aizen," Ulquiorra said. "Yes. We are in full pursuit now...no, sir. I'll make sure he dies."

Shutting the cell phone, Ulquiorra took out a gun from his jacket pocket and made sure that he had enough bullets.

Down the street Grimmjow had stopped in front of the Kurakara academy to catch his breath. He turned to look at the school which evoked memories of his high school days. He smirked.

"Those were the days," he murmured. From where he was he could see a short girl playing soccer on the field. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world.

Grimmjow scowled with jealousy. He remembered the days when he answered to no one and did whatever he wanted. His nostalgic thoughts were interrupted as Yammy's body slammed into Grimmjow, effectively whacking the teal haired man to the ground and knocking out all the air from his lungs.

"Didn't think you'd actually be able to escape the Espada, did ya?" Yammy laughed loudly. Grimmjow coughed as he tried to catch his breath. People nearby watched in shock as the teal haired man tried to get away from the larger one. They began to clear the street, not wanting to get into the same position as Grimmjow.

From his location on the ground Grimmjow could see Ulquiorra approaching them. Grimmjow felt his insides start to crumble. He faced the sky and sighed.

"You really made Mr. Aizen angry," Ulquiorra stated, taking the gun out. Grimmjow tried to get up but Yammy kicked him in the gut. Grimmjow groaned. Ulquiorra's fingers played with the trigger of the gun.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to get rid of you."

"You're really gonna kill me? Here of all places?" Grimmjow managed to say, his voice strained. "There's people here, dumbass…"

"I don't think they mind," Ulquiorra stated before he shifted his gaze to some nearby civilians. They immediately looked away in fear and shuffled away from the perimeter.

Ulquiorra turned back to Grimmjow and aimed his weapon. Grimmjow was already praying to God to let him into heaven and alternately cursing Him at the same time. He thought he saw the last few years of his life play out in his mind. He frowned when he looked up at Yammy, disappointed that the last thing he'd see before he died was Yammy's ugly mug.

Suddenly, like a missile from the angels, a soccer ball slammed right into Ulquiorra's face. It knocked him down and sent the gun flying in another direction. Yammy's mouth dropped and Grimmjow's eyes widened. All he saw was an opportunity to escape.

Springing up from the ground, Grimmjow punched Yammy in the balls with all the power he could muster. Yammy's face twisted in agony and he fell over, wheezing and whining for his mother. Grimmjow smiled and was about to run off until the black haired girl he saw on the field got in his way.

"Is everyone alright!" she asked in a panic, looking at Grimmjow to Yammy to Ulquiorra. Her eyes were wide with shock.

"D-did I do all this?"

"Get the fuck outta here!" he yelled at her. And out of my way…!

He was about to make a run for it but behind him he heard the click of a gun. Turning around he saw that Ulquiorra was aiming his weapon at him once again. Looking beside him Grimmjow saw the girl was frozen in place.

"You won't get away," Ulquiorra said. "I won't let you get away this time, you pile of trash."

Grimmjow scowled, not at Ulquiorra, but at his surroundings. They were in the middle of a damn street. How the hell was he going to find a way out this time?

"You've been disregarding the rules of the Espada and the boss since day one, but he hasn't done anything till now because he thinks you're 'valuable'," the black haired man jeered through his teeth. "I've always thought that you were a worthless bastard but I haven't killed you yet because the boss wouldn't be pleased about that. But now..."

The light of the sun gleamed over the gun's metal. The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, but no one moved. Grimmjow stared at Ulquiorra head on but the girl beside him was shivering.

"Alright, Ulquiorra…if it'll make you happy go ahead and kill me," Grimmjow said, gesturing at the girl next to him. "But let this chick go, she's not involved."

"Yes, she is involved," Ulquiorra objected. "She kicked a fucking soccer ball in my face."

Laughter threatened to break Grimmjow's cool facade, but he fought it back.

"Okay then...," Grimmjow said through a smile. "I guess I'll have to-"

In a split second Grimmjow picked up the girl. She screamed in protest as the blue eyed man threw her in Ulquiorra's direction. Bullets whizzed by but Grimmjow was already half way down the street.


Rukia's head was spinning. All she was doing was practicing soccer but now she was running after the man who had just thrown her into some random person; some random person with a firearm!

"Hey!" Rukia yelled at the teal haired man running in front of her, nimbly weaving through crowds of people to catch up with him. "Wait a minute!"

The man turned his head to see who was yelling at him and abruptly stopped when he saw it was Rukia. Rukia halted in front of him and wasted no time to kick the guy in the shin. He howled in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK, SHORTY!" he shouted trying to keep his balance while holding his injured leg.

"Why'd you throw me into that guy!" Rukia shouted back. "I coulda died!"

"No shit!" the teal haired man hollered. "It was either you or me, and sorry babe, I kinda like me better!"

Rukia kicked him in the other shin.

"Sonuvafuckingfuck!" the man screeched. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

Almost everyone on the street was staring at the two now, some debating whether or not the authorities should be called. Rukia crossed her arms and frowned, trying to emulate the classic "you-are-worthless" stare that her step brother, Byakuya, had down so well.

"I should be asking you that same question but I already know that anyone with a weird hair color is a fucking nut," Rukia said sharply, the thought of her friends Ichigo and Renji popping into her head.

"Ch, gimme a damn break," the teal haired man scowled while he rubbed his shins in an effort to soothe them. "Hair colors my fucking ass..."

"Whatever," Rukia replied, her arms now on her hips. "I accomplished my goal of hurting you physically for the little fiasco you put me in earlier so I'll be going."

The older man snorted. "Don't let me stop you, princess."

He began to walk off and Rukia was surprised at how nonchalant the man was.

"Hey wait!" Rukia shouted. "Wait a second!"

The teal haired stranger turned his head and raised his eyebrow. It was then that Rukia noticed the tattoo that sat below the man's jaw. The number six in a gothic type print.

"What...what's your name?" Rukia asked.

The man turned around fully then, his grimace curling into a sharp grin.

"Grimmjow," he said. "Jaegerjaquez."


A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think of this story so far. Your reviews will, of course, encourage me to write! That is all! Adiós!