Friends and Siblings!

by angelesewe

Sora had rescued his sister from a life of abuse from his parents. Orihime grew to appreciate the love from her brother, what will she do when he finds out that she begins to have feelings for someone that's been his closet friend. Ichihime including RenjiXRukia, NelXGrimm and many others!

27. Sparring Match

Okay, so no confusion, this is still the 5th day, So we have one more day until the wedding that I will introduce on the 7th day. I still have something to add before we leave this beautiful island of lemons. LOL! I really hope you enjoy the fights and who I have fight each other. If for some reason, you feel uncomfortable about a girl fighting alongside a guy and getting hit (not bad) then I suggest you don't read on.

I really liked your comments about the last chapter and how you liked Yuzu's kind cursing, you have no idea how much I laughed when I thought of it and I'm glad you enjoyed it too.

*** I just updated Chapter 1 because it was just an eyesore, I'm glad the people who continued to read when i was just starting out. So I tried cleaning it up again. I'm gonna try to fix some of the older chapters too. MAYBE! lol

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11 am - One hour before Sparring Match

Orihime dressed in a floral black and white long skirt with a cute shirt that displayed a mini chibi of a cupcake shouting 'Sweet'. She watched her fiancee stretch and yawn under the covers before laying his head back onto his pillow. She crawled to the other side of the bed, lightly stroking his hair, watching a small grin spread across his face.
"Don't you want to start heading down?" she sweetly asked as she rubbed his hair.
"No," he groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at her as she smiled.
"But you agreed to be one of the fighters," she gave him a kiss as he scowled. "Well, if you're not heading down, then I will, " she began to leave when he pulled her arm, wrapping her captive with the bed covers. "Ahh, Ichigo!"
"Let's just stay here," he sighed, nibbling onto her neck as she giggled.
"Stop! I just got my voice back," she was trying to escape but his grip on her was too strong. Feeling guilty he loosened his hold on her, remembering how many cups of soothing warm water and honey, she had to drink.
"I'm sorry," he gave her a kiss on the neck, one last time before he began to raise himself from the bed."I'm gonna get ready, just wait here for me," he suggested as she agreed with a hesitant shake. Gathering his clothes, he entered the bathroom while Orihime fixed the bed sheets and sat waiting on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Ichigo walked out wearing black sweatpants, black running shoes, and a black tank that said, 'Being around others, ruins my day.' Orihime couldn't help but laugh at his shirt, knowing how his friends constantly irritated him but how it didn't prevent him from being there for them.
"I'm so excited, I mean, I've seen you playfully fight with your father but to watch you seriously fight," she hopped a little, grabbing onto his shirt as she smiled.
"But I am seriously trying to beat the shit out of my father, Orihime," he looked at her strangely as she rolled her eyes not believing him, giving him a quick kiss. Holding his hand, they made it out the door, making their way outside, in the direction of the dojo.

It was a large dojo with traditional wood flooring and rice paper sliding doors, the only thing that was modernized was the fluorescent overhead lights and water coolers. There were zabuton (Japanese cushions) seating that ran on one side of the fighting area. It seemed that the fighters and spectators were both seated together as a whole, instead of separated. Byakuya sat in the middle of the spectator area, his zabuton was much higher than the others, as his sister and her fiancee sat near him.
Orihime saw that Karin and Yuzu were currently sitting next to their boyfriends with Isshin, Shunsui, and Jushiro seated near them.
"Didn't expect you to be here old man," Ichigo told his father, who grinned at his son. "Thought you'd still be half dead and passed out from your hangover."
"I'm always able to bounce back with just some rest, I bet you weren't expecting my presence, afraid of your father laying you out in front of an audience." Isshin countered.
"Please, I can't count how many times I've left you unconscious, old man," he challenged, watching his father lifting a hand up to wave it off.
"Those times were just play fighting," he stated as Orihime pulled Ichigo's arm and stared at him as if to suggest that she had been correct.

Sora and Retsu entered, greeting everyone, specifically hugging and kissing the auburn-haired girl before they took their seats near Byakuya. Tatsuki and Ulquiorra along with Rangiku and Shuhei entered the dojo together, looking around at the Japanese art that hung on the walls and amazed at the sheer size of the dojo. Tatsuki seemed the most excited, wearing her white karate outfit. Out of everyone that Orihime had seen who was participating, besides Shunsui and Jushiro, was either wearing sweatpants or workout clothes that were comfortable enough to move. She wasn't surprised to see her best friend wearing her karate gear, she practically brought it everywhere she went.
"This is so awesome," she ran up to her auburn-haired friend, giving her a big hug before taking her seat. She knew Tatsuki lived, breathed, and ate Martial arts so this was kind of a big deal for her.
"I know what you mean, I can't contain my happiness, my cheeks are starting to hurt," Orihime held her face, trying to stop her giddiness.
"I think my face will be permanently smiling all day," Yuzu added, showing her huge smile and reddish tinge.
"You mean it's not already like that," Karin jested, receiving a snort from Jinta who found it hilarious.
"We can't all be gloomy like you Karin," Yuzu spat, sticking out her tongue as her expression fell to a more irritated look.
"I'm not gloomy, I'm just a person that's not going to coo and aww over every simple little thing like you," Karin criticized as her sister pouted.
"Just having grim bitchy features looks so much better. Is that why you have the darker hair?" Jinta joked, getting a push to his shoulder from his girlfriend's twin.
"Ohh, you bastard," as she laid a few punches on his shoulders as he laughed.
"Toshiro, get your girl off me. I'm afraid she's going to bite me and I'll contract some type of virus from this agitated pain in the ass," he tried saying while pushing her off him. With Toshiro's help, he grabbed his girlfriend's arms as she calmed herself a bit.
"Maybe you shouldn't spout things to agitate her or stop being an ass yourself," Toshiro grimly said, receiving a slight grin from the red-head.
"I'm just saying what everyone's afraid to say to her," Jinta claimed as the white-haired boy looked at him with a stern look.
"Don't presume to lump me with everyone else and I'm not afraid to tell Karin anything," he said to the red-head through gritted teeth as Karin gave a smug grin. Jinta was about to say something when he felt his head being smacked on the head.
"Oi! save it for the spare. Learn to keep your mouth shut before your cause any more trouble," Renji warned his brother after knocking some sense into him. Jinta not wanting to upset his brother further, sucked his teeth and looked away. Renji leaned down to the younger red-head, "That's a cute necklace Yuzu's wearing," he whispered into his brother's ear so only he could hear. Jinta's eyes widen, avoiding his brother as he began to blush as the older red-head playfully pushed his head aside with a laugh.

Ikumi entered the dojo with her black-haired son who towered over her, a few inches in height. He wore a vintage T-shirt from the rock band, Nine Inch Nails, with shredded jeans. While his mother wore tight-fitting jeans and a red and white tee jersey that said 'BIG dreams,' with the big emphasizing onto her chest area.
"My Ms. Unagiya, I almost didn't notice you without the kimono," Shunsui announced, giving his trademark smile as she gave a grin.
"Why thank you Shunsui, I usually get a remark that involves me without clothing," she jested as her son groaned.
"Shit, Mom! Why don't you pull out all the stops and sit on his lap? That way you can get a big fat tip," he sarcastically drawled as he rolled his eyes.

She tried giving him a big juicy kiss on his cheek as he leaned away, " Come give your mommy a kiss, you little shit and watch the way you speak to me too," she scolded, ruffling his hair."Anyways! Everyone, if you've haven't already met him, this is my handsome son," she squeezed his face as he stood there and just let her.
"Kaoru-chan, you've gotten so tall," Yuzu squealed, getting up to give him a hug, "I was much shorter when we met but you still barely reached my shoulders," she laughed, as he scratched his head and began to blush. Karin coming from behind Yuzu, lightly nudging him on the shoulder, "You still a troublemaking brat?" the dark-haired twin asked as the younger boy became apparently redder.
"N..no, I've toned down since, you still a sarcastic ass?" he mumbled as his mother poked his stomach hard.
"Hey don't be that way. What have I taught you about treating other girls?" Ikumi growled out.
"Give them the option of being on top?" he asked curiously, getting a few snickers as he rubbed the side where she jabbed him.
"No, that did not come out of my mouth," she glared at him, completely embarrassed as she reddened.
"Some girls don't like to stop and drop?" he quirked his brow.
"Stop and drop?" she questioned her son.
"It's when a girl performs a quick blowjob," they heard the voice of the blue-haired loud mouth answer Ikumi. "Well Fuck, you prude fuckers talking about fun shit without me?" Grimmjow grinned, wearing black sweats and a dark blue tank, with Nel tagging close behind wearing tight black leggings with a white tank that said 'Bulma Fucking Briefs.'

"We weren't talking about that shit, we're just getting reacquainted with a punk who can't control his mouth," Ichigo exclaimed, seeing as the recent couple walked closer to the group, eyeing the newcomer. Except Kaoru was staring at the orange-haired scowling man who looked aggravated, "Well, hello Ichigo! I would lie and say its good to see you again but we both know that's not fucking true," he spat out as his mother grabbed his arm.
"Kaoru, would you please behave yourself, we're guests here," she scolded as the boy rolled his eyes.
"If Ichigo wants to antagonize him he has a right to talk back," Renji insisted, wanting to see how this played out as he grinned.
"Antagonize him?" he looked at Renji who nodded.
"Well you did call him a name, Ichigo," Orihime softly said, holding his arm, feeling a bit guilty for pointing it out when she saw her fiancee scowl a bit more.
"Orihime?" Kaoru said nervously as the auburn-haired girl looked at the short black-haired boy.
"Yes?" she acknowledged him with a questioning stare as he began to laugh. He swallowed hard, realizing how beautiful she had gotten since the last time he'd seen her. When he was younger, he always had a crush on Yuzu and Karin, but he would freeze whenever he saw their auburn-haired friend in passing. He noticed that she was smiling at him as he looked away, feeling a bit flustered.
"Its just...t...that I remember you when you were at the Kurosakis'," he confided, as she giggled.
"I remember you too. You would always share your cookies with me," she laughed as Kaoru blushed at the memory.
"You remember that," he nervously said.
"Of course I do, it was so sweet," she said causing him to redden even more.
"You never shared your cookies with me, Kaoru," Karin jested, ruffling his hair.
"Why would I share with you when you would purposely annoying the shit out of me?" he growled out as Yuzu whined.
"What about me, you never gave me one either. Did I annoy you too?" she pouted.
"No, Yuzu you weren't annoying! I'm sorry ... I..ummm," he nervously scratched his head, trying to avoid answering.
"Aww my baby was in love," Ikumi hugged her son tightly as he tried to move away.
"Leave me alone," he complained, wanting his embarrassment to end.
"Is she the one you'd jack off to in the bathroom?" Grimmjow asked as Kaoru's eyes widen and then he looked at his mom.
"Are you fucking serious?" he yelled as she avoided his stare," Why would you tell people my business?"
"I'm sorry! I was drinking a bit, it must have slipped out," she felt bad as she tried to comfort him but he looked away.
"You don't need to feel bad, Kaoru. Grimmjow used to jack off to your mother," Renji implied, trying to make the boy feel better.
"Fuck you, Renji! Why you bringing up that shit again," Grimmjow scrutinized his friend with a glare.
"Well, since you wanted to bring up that boy's business, I felt it was only fair in bringing up yours, plus its fucking hilarious," he chuckled as Grimmjow sucked his teeth.
"Well, I'm Neliel Oderschvank but my friends call me Nel. It's nice to meet you Kaoru," Nel stuck out her hand as he hesitantly glanced at her and took her hand. He couldn't help but stare, she was gorgeous as well and his blush only intensified, with the tight clothes that fit her so well.
"Hi... Nel!" he softly said as he shook her hand.
"I'm Rangiku Matsumoto and this is Shuhei Hisagi. Your mother has been a pleasure to have and so much fun," she winked, giving the dark-haired woman a hug and Kaoru a tight hug as well. Shuhei nodded and shook the boy's hand as he sat with his sister.
"Did your mom tell us about our little sparring match?" she giggled as she watched him nervously nod.
"Sort of, I was invited by umm... I'm sorry but you never introduced yourself," he directed his comment to the white-haired man who smiled.
"You're quite right, forgive me," he got up to shake his hand as well, " It's Jushiro Ukitake."
"Thank you, Jushiro, for bringing me back home. I hope I wasn't much of a bother," Ikumi added as she shook his hand as well. The white-haired man smiled as he shook his head.
"Not really!"
"You don't have to lie, Jushiro. I told you he had to carry your heavy ass to your room," he blurted out, suddenly dodging his mother's hand who was trying to hit him.
"Kaoru!" she yelled.
"Ikumi, it was no trouble at all. You weren't heavy. You shouldn't say things like that to your mother, especially when you were the one having trouble carrying her," he smirked at the boy who scowled at his comment.
"Uncle Take, you're also strong from lugging my father's drunk ass everywhere," Nel interjected, hearing her father yell.
"Now Nel-chan! Why would you embarrass your father like that?" he pouted, trying to receive sympathy.
"You embarrass yourself most of the time father," she rolled her eyes. "I hope you're sober enough for a fight, I'm not afraid to hit a drunk man," she eyed her father who chuckled.
"I am well aware of that fact, so cruel to a poor old man," he whined with a grieved look.
"Oh, please! You're far from poor and stop pretending like you're old and frail," she said, starting to tie her hair up in a ponytail.
"I don't believe he's pretending, Nel-chan," Isshin jested, getting a look from the curly haired man.
"I don't mind showing you how frail I am," he challenged as the eldest Kurosaki smiled and patted the man on the back.
"Looking forward to it, Shunsui!"
"Isshin, I forgot he was here as well," Kaoru sighed as Isshin quirked up a bit.
"What's with that sour look not enjoying our company?" he pointed out, looking at the boy with a stern look.
"I'm enjoying the company just some more than others," he added, getting a laugh from the older man.
"Well just don't enjoy it too much that you lock yourself in the bathroom. My soon to be daughter-in-law, wouldn't like that too much," Isshin jested.
"I ... w... wouldn't," he murmured as he angrily glared at the smiling man, "You fucking prick."
"Oi Isshin, would you leave my son alone and Kaoru, settle down," she shouted out, holding her son, trying to calm him down.
"Do everyone a favor, old man. Just keep your damn mouth shut," Ichigo growled out, not liking Orihime being the center of a joke, especially regarding her being jacked off to.
"Well, let's get this thing going, so you can do just that," Isshin's grin gone as he seriously stared at his son.
"I agree that we should start things," Byakuya calmly stated as everyone began to settle down. Tatsuki introduced herself along with her boyfriend silently to little Kaoru as he sat with the group.
Two servants who had been standing there for a while began to walk at the beckon of their employer's hand gesture. They were pushing a whiteboard closer to them that had nothing written on it at the moment. Handing a bag to Byakuya as he cleared his throat only to have his sister interrupt.
"Nii-sama has gone through the trouble of beautifully writing the names of each person participating in this fight. He will pull a name out, writing it on the board and the next name, would be that person's opponent and so on," Rukia eloquently advised to her guests as Byakuya affirmed with a nod.
"Thank you, Rukia!" she bowed in respect to her brother as she sat back down, "There would be an odd man out at the first match, due to the odd number of fighters. I will reshuffle the remaining names again, picking a fighter for the odd man out, in the second round. As we decided yesterday on the rules, no hitting between the legs, specifically the private area. I will be the referee. I only ask for a clean respectable match. Each fight will last up to 10 minutes unless the other fighter is unable to continue before the time limit is up. We decided to add wooden swords if of course, your opponent agrees to them. I stress again that we keep the fight honorable and please keep it clean. I will choose the first name," he opened the bag to take out a piece of paper as he opened it to show the name to the others. The writing was indeed written beautifully as the kanji letters stood out in its black calligraphy writing.
"Shunsui Oderschvank!" he clarified by saying the name out loud, even when the name was shown to his guests. The man named smiled as he stood in the middle of the tatami mats that were placed at the designated fighting area. He began to stretch, once he removed his pink kimono to reveal a white fighting Yukata. Byakuya wasted no time revealing the other name and once he did the curly haired man smiled from ear to ear.
"Isshin Kurosaki!"
" Well let's just see how frail you are, old man?" he jested, wearing gray sweatpants with a white t-shirt.
"Want to add a little fun to our sparring and use wooden swords?" Shunsui suggested, watching the man stretching his arms from side to side as he cracked his neck.
"Sure! Was going to ask you the same thing. Haven't used them in a while, I may be a little rusty," he announced as both men grabbed the swords that were given to them.
"If you men are ready, please bow to one another," they did just that at Byakuya's request, "Begin!"
Wasting no time, both men moved forward at a fast pace, aggressively ramming their swords together. Isshin holding both his sword's grip in one hand as he rammed his fist into Shunsui's chest, causing the man to stumble a bit. The brown-haired man stood his balance, narrowly blocking a swing that was heading for his head. He had to use most of his strength to push Isshin away. Trying to distract his opponent, Shunsui used his foot to kick the other man in the shin, only to have his foot was swatted away by the end of a wooden sword. Isshin used the other end to hit him in the chest again while grabbing his sword from out his hands. Shunsui lost his balance, his bottom falling onto the mat hard. He looked up to find a smiling Isshin holding up his taken sword. "You still want this?" he baited.
"Thanks, Isshin!" he reached for the sword's end only to quickly push it forward hard into the other man's stomach, causing him to stagger back. The distraction made Shunsui flip to his feet to give a swift punch to his opponent's chin.
Feeling an adrenaline rush, Isshin chuckled, feeling the thrill of a challenge.
"You sly bastard, that's the Shunsui I heard so much about. That time I actually felt something,"
"I'll be happy to make you feel it again," Shunsui spouted out, rushing to hit the smug man in the face. Isshin slightly step aside, feeling the movement of the other man's arm pass his head as he fluidly grabbed under the man's arm to flip the man over his head. Shunsui found himself once again lying on the floor, he didn't have time to think before he had to roll to the side to avoid a knee to his head. Deciding instead to kick the man's knee but the dark-haired man was faster shoving his foot aside, using the grip of his sword to hit Shunsui in the shoulder. Both men traded blows, using their swords to block each other's attacks. Isshin suddenly using his arm to put the man into a headlock as he tightened his hold.
"Get out of there, Father!" Nel yelled, paying attention to the whole fight while holding her breath, finally having the courage to yell.
"Yes, Shunsui! Show your daughter that you're able to get out?" Isshin taunted as the man being held can feel his air supply slowly depleting. With enough struggle, he was able to headbutt Isshin and escape his grasp. Turning around to see the man holding his chin with a smile. When Shunsui made to move, he felt something poke his chest, looking down to see the wooden stick preventing him from moving forward and for Isshin to swiftly remove it and hit it hard across his head. Descending to the floor. How many times was that? He lost count as he laid on the floor.
"Time!" Byakuya yelled. That seemed to be the longest 10 minutes Shunsui thought as the ringing in his ears subsided. He looked up to find a hand, gesturing to help him up. Being a good sport, Shunsui took it and congratulator the victor.
"Are you okay father?" Nel asked, looking worried at the slight bump to his head.
"Don't worry Nel-chan a little dizzy but I felt worse from hangovers," he laughed as he sat with his friend Jushiro. Shunsui felt strained and out of breath but when he looked at Isshin, he seemed to be calm and collected as he sat back down with his family. Ikumi taking it upon herself to ask for some ice and a towel, came up to the wounded man, handing it to him.
"That's a nasty bump there," she pointed out with a grin, seeing the man laugh it off.
"Do I look that bad?" he chuckled, as she shook her head.
"No, Isshin already has Yuzu prepared with icepacks and what kind of woman would I be for not treating a wounded friend?" she theorized as he shook his head in understanding.
"I'll probably sleep it off,"
"I hope not right now, you'll get a concussion," Ikumi said looking at him strangely.
"Oh yes, Quite right" he pouted.
"You're also forgetting your daughter is going to fight also," Nel angrily told her father who smiled at her nervously as he sat back up.

It was when everything was settled that Byakuya placed his hands into the bag and pulled out a name, "Jushiro Ukitake."
"Well it's my turn, old friend," the white-haired man patted his friend, who accidentally patted the wrong shoulder as Shunsui grimaced, "Apologies."

Jushiro wearing a white simple yukata as well as he did a bit of stretching before he sat down on the mat.
"Toshiro Hitsuyaga!"
The spiky white-haired boy perked up as he nervously got up after his girlfriend kept poking him, noticing he wasn't aware of being called. Toshiro walked up to the mat, a bit hesitant but pushed forward. He was skillful in martial arts but he wasn't sure how he would fair against someone who was a skilled dojo master. This was a sparring match and he had nothing to prove, so he would honor this fight by doing the best he could.
"Its an honor fighting with you, Jushiro Ukitake. I'll do my best and will learn a great many things from you," Toshiro bowed to the kind man who smiled.
"The honor is mine Toshiro Histuyaga, nothing pleases me more than sparring, especially with the young. I find I can learn a lot from a youthful mind," he bowed, as they heard a loud groan.
"What the fuck? Are you white-haired assholes planning on fighting or trade cooking recipes and paint each other's nails?" Grimmjow growled out.
Toshiro could only eye the blue-haired man, completely despising him. He ignored him by closing his eyes and exhaling, staring at the man in front of him.
"Swords?"
Toshiro nodded in favor, as they picked up the swords on the floor.
"Begin!"

Toshiro watched as the man stood in place, watching his movements as he stepped closer. The younger man swung his blade to the man's neck only to have it blocked in a swift motion. He felt a sharp pain in the side of the gut as he looked down to see the older man's left hand jabbed in. Letting Toshiro grasp his side, Jushiro stepped away, not wanting to hit the young man while he was trying to catch his breath.
Toshiro nodded, moving some distance away to do just that. Once he felt okay, he stepped closer once more. Watching the older man's movements, while they both remained calm. Jabbing his sword forward, Jushiro dodged to the side, seeing his movements, he blocked the older man's hand that was heading towards his jaw.

Then he had to react quickly to block another jab that was trying to hit the side of his head. He blocked only to be hit by a knee to his hip. The younger man followed up to aggressively hit him with a hard right to his shoulder as the older man staggered back slightly. Toshiro noticing a slight tug under him before it was too late as the man's sword was swept under his legs. Toshiro flipped backward, blocking an incoming sword attack with his, just in time.
"You move pretty well," the older man breathed out, only receiving a nod as the younger man was too concentrated on the fight at hand. Toshiro dodged some of the blows that were heading in his direction, to feel a hard punch to this chest. He held his chest to rub the slight ache as he drove forward. Both men repeatedly swung their swords and blocked each other's attacks, until Jushiro at some point got the upper hand, hitting him in the arm or the leg, like a teacher scolding a small child. The older man noticed that Toshiro constantly learned from his mistakes as he got better with his timing and movements. He was truly a prodigy, he truly believed as the younger man got older he would excel even himself, but for now, he was gradually learning.
"Time!"
"Both men bowed, as the victor Jushiro, patted the younger man on the shoulder.
"You're very smart in fighting, always quick, and willing to learn. I may have won today, but give or take a few years. I might have to ask for a rematch to see how far you've progressed. This was exciting and keep up the good work," Jushiro patted him again on the shoulder. Toshiro nodded and felt like he learned a lot in the fight and he wouldn't mind fighting with the white-haired man again. Both returning to their respective seats, Karin giving a quick kiss and hug to her boyfriend as Nel jumped on her Uncle for a big hug.

"Shuhei Hisagi!"
Shuhei dressed in his black t-shirt with grey sweatpants as he walked up to the mat and stretched. He stood in place to shadow box, quickly jabbing through the air.
"You look sexy!" Rangiku shouted as she watched her boyfriend shake his head trying to concentrate as he jumped from side to side on the heels of his toes.
"Ulquiorra Inoue"
"Go Ulqui-nii!" Orihime yelled as she cheered for her brother, clapping her hands together happily.
"Go Ulquiorra!" Sora shouted!
"Kick his ass, Ulquiorra!" Tatsuki yelled, along with Orihime and Sora.

"At least try to pretend that you're my sister, Tats!" Shuhei said, laughing that his own sister wasn't on his side.
"You're such a damn baby!" she yelled, feeling a bit guilty for not giving her own brother a show of support. "Go Shuhei! Don't Fuck up!" she finally cheered as she watched her brother smirk a bit before he turned in the direction of her boyfriend.
Ulquiorra stood calmly in front of his girlfriend's brother who stood in a regular stance, lifting his hands up. The younger man wore dark green workout pants with a black t-shirt.
"Begin!"

Ulquiorra moved quickly to Shuhei's right, dodging the swing from the older man to give him a sharp kick to his side. Shuhei held his side, a little surprised at the sheer force from such a skinny kid. The spiky-haired man watched as his opponent stood for a moment. Suddenly running at him to break left as he jumped, elbowing him in the back. The older man felt the pain in his back as he fell on one knee. He saw the movement of the younger man's feet as he blocked the hit that was heading towards his neck. Grabbing a hold of his arm, he picked him up to forcibly slam him onto the mat.
Ulquiorra felt the wind knocked out of him for a moment, coming to, just in time to grab Shuhei's arms with both legs, dragging him down to the floor. As the older man fell on his back, Ulquiorra was able to pin his arm down with his knee, getting a few punches in. After getting punched a few times, Shuhei used his strength again to escape from the boy's pin, to hit him across the head.
Both men separated, shrugging themselves a bit before they continued with Ulquiorra running up to try to knee his opponent, expecting him to block as he tactfully jumped and used his other knee to hit him in the face. The spiky-haired man trying to get a hold of the other man as he blocked a few of his hits, deciding to swiftly kick his foot. Causing Ulquiorra to stagger back, receiving a hard kick to the chest. The younger man fell hard onto the mat but swiftly got up, holding his chest a bit. They both heard the whimpering of Orihime in the background as they heard Tatsuki tell her that it was okay and to stop crying.

Both men grinned a bit before continuing their spare. Shuhei walked forward as Ulquiorra used his leg to lift himself up to elbow him hard on the head. Then used the taller man's shoulders to flip himself over his head. Shuhei felt himself fall onto his back as he held his head.
"Fucking hell!" he shook his head to break from his daze, he blocked the kick that was heading in his direction, but with him being a bit disoriented with the blow to his head, he missed a few.
"Time!"
Ulquiorra stretched out his hand to the older man who took it as he lifted himself up with his help. He was still holding his head as Ulquiorra continued to nurse his chest.
"That was one hell of an elbow, Fuck," he rubbed his head, heading towards his girlfriend who nursed him, lying him onto her chest as she put ice onto his wound.
"At least you didn't fuck it up, Shuhei and put up a good fight!" Tatsuki giggled as her brother just lifted a finger at her direction. She looked to Ulquiorra who was nursing his chest, " Are you okay?" she checked his chest, to see a nasty black and blue bruise that was developing but nothing seemed to be broken.
"Is this sparring or beating each other to the point of not being able to move?" Rukia shook her head at the fights, as her guests were apparently enjoying themselves killing each other, aside from Toshiro and Jushiro's pleasant fight.
"Rukia it's sparring, with hardly any rules, you expect them to tap and slap each other around," Renji grumbled, as his fiancee scoffed, folding her arms in protest.
"It's stupid!" she commented.
"It's fucking fighting Rukia! Are you going to have fun and watch or are you going to continue to bitch," Grimmjow yelled, in irritation.
"I'll bitch if I want to bitch, you piece of shit," she yelled out, closing her mouth with her hand to stare at her brother in apology, for her outburst.
"Calm down Rukia! Grimmjow, just watch the fight," Renji eyed him.
"What the fuck you think I'm doing until ..." he felt lips lock onto his mouth as he stopped his rant. Nel licked his lips as she silently pleaded for him to stay shut and continuing watching the fight.

"Tatsuki Arisawa!"
"Woohooo!" Nel lifted her hands up, wiggling in her seat.
"YAY, Tatsuki! Goooo!" Orihime cheered.
"Go!," Shuhei said not as enthusiastic with him holding the ice to his head.
Tatsuki grinned as she saw her boyfriend smiling a bit as he clapped his hands together.
"Ichigo Kurosaki!"
Orihime looking surprised as she watched her boyfriend getting up as she nervously cheered, "Goooooo Ichigo! YaY!"
"Ichi-nii!" Yuzu shouted.
"Tatsuki give him a few to the head," Karin shouted as her brother gave her a look, "Yay Ichigo!" she shouted back with a smile as he rolled his eyes.
"Just sit on her till she taps out, so this fucking fight can end soon," Grimmjow growled out, upset that his name hadn't been called yet.
"Shut the fuck up Grimmjow," Shuhei shot back.
"Just continue putting the ice pack on you damn head Shuhei and let Rangiku give you a handjob to help with the blood flow and the swelling to your head," the blue-haired man mouthed off, getting a few chuckles. "Does that work?" Rangiku asked curiously as her boyfriend eyed her with a look.
"Can I trade my ice-pack for that instead?" Shunsui jested as Ikumi pushed him away as she rolled her eyes.
"Have you no shame?" Ikumi laughed.
"He actually doesn't," Nel interjected as she gave her father a brief smile.
"Nel-chan! My feelings are hurt," he pouted at his daughter's jab at him.
"Jushiro, how many babysitters did I go through?" Nel asked as Jushiro eyed his goddaughter.
"Umm since birth?" Jushiro not sure how to answer.
"How about each year?" Nel clarified.
"That's a bit rough to put together?"
"Give an estimate?"
"20!"
"That's doesn't include the maids," Nel added, causing her father to place the ice pack back on his head.
"Are you guys done? I've been waiting for this rematch," Tatsuki yelled, wanting to get this fight started. Nel nodded sheepishly as Byakuya calmly called out.
"Begin!"

Tatsuki kicked high to reach Ichigo's head as he easily dodged the attack. She seemed to aggressively be on offense as Ichigo had no issue dodging her attacks. Changing her tactics, she settled down a bit, she faked with her left foot to kick with her right as Ichigo caught her leg and nudged it away.

'Has he gotten faster?' Tatsuki mentally thought as she stayed calm, preventing herself from getting disoriented. She let herself get distracted as she felt him spin her around and kick her softly on the behind.

"Are you going to fight or daydream?" he chided as she sneered at his comment.
Instead of talking back, she slid from under him to kick his leg as he stumbled, turning to kick him in the ass. Fuming a bit as he watched her smug grin. Ichigo began to give a mischievous one of his own. She tried to give him a roundhouse kick, only for him to shove her leg away as she fell on the floor. He waited for her to get up and dust herself off as he stood staring at her. She would punch and kick but nothing seemed to get through as he blocked every blow that she was giving him.
"How are you this fast?" she growled out, punching forward as he dodged, causing her to stumble forward, getting a nudge on her ass again from his foot.
"Stop asking stupid questions and just fight?" he instructed her as she fumed in anger. She ran around him, climbing his tall stature to cling to him like a monkey, pulling some of his hair as she tried to choke him. He used the strength of his arms to shove her arms apart from his neck as he shrugged her off. Falling hard onto her bottom, he pulled her closer as he sat on top of her.
"Get your fucking heavy ass off me!" she shrieked as the man on top of her, stayed his position clearly ignoring her.
'Time!'

Ichigo got off a bit before Tatsuki aggressively kicked him down to hop onto his back and slam his face against the mat. She felt arms pull her off as she kicked and fought to try to escape. Ichigo turned around to see Ulquiorra grab Tatsuki back to her seat as she screamed and hollered.
"You're a crazy psycho you know that?" Ichigo yelled, walking back to his seat, next to Orihime.
"Your ass should have done that in the beginning, instead of playing with her," Grimmjow murmured.
"I was just having some fun. Fuck you, if you're pissed cause you haven't been called yet," Ichigo growled out as he saw the blue-haired man grit his teeth.
"Maybe it will be you and me?" Nel purred into his ear. "Give them a show," she giggled, nibbling onto his ear.
"Neliel Oderschvank!' she gave Grimmjow a quick kiss as she cartwheeled onto the mat, lifting her hands up, enjoying the attention.
"Yay Nel!" Orihime and Tatsuki yelled, one saying it with an upset expression.
"Go Nel!" Rangiku gave a kiss to the green-haired girl who winked at her.

"I'm curious. Why wear a shirt of a DragonballZ character that doesn't fight?" Jinta pondered.

"Are you kidding me! Bulma is the strongest character in Dragonball Z," she smiled watching the red-head with a perplexed expression. "Not only is she rich, sexy, beautiful, and smart. She has every damn strong character by the ball, literally." she giggled as she began to stretch, causing Kaoru to blush as he tried to look away.

"Make sure you strangle the snake in the bathroom stall and not here kid," Grimmjow said, noticing the apparent blush from the young boy.
"Is it the same stall you used to play tug of war while thinking of my mom or are we having separate stalls?" Kaoru quipped back as Grimmjow stared at him in a wide-eyed expression as Renji's laughter carried throughout the dojo.
"You little fucking shit," Grimmjow began to laugh hysterically, "That was fucking good."

Kaoru watched the blue-haired man shake his head in laughter as he turned to watch his girlfriend, while Kaoru was proud of his comeback.
"Jinta Hanakari!"
"Yay Jinta!" Yuzu clapped excitedly.
"Fuck!" Grimmjow growled out, staring at Byakuya. "You sure my name is in that fucking bag?"
Byakuya stared at the blue-haired man for a while as he indulged him in placing his hand into the bag and pulling out the paper. to reveal his name.
"You're the odd man out, just shut up and watch the fight," Renji growled out. Grimmjow complied as he watched his girlfriend pause for a bit. Jinta had taken his tank shirt off, handing it to Yuzu as he gave her a small kiss.

His tattoos reflected off his body from the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.
"That's not fair, he's trying to distract me by not wearing a shirt," she called out to Byakuya. "Am I allowed to do that too?" she suggested as Jinta's eyes widen at the thought.
"It depends. Are you wearing a bra under there?" Ikumi shouted out.
"Nel nodded pulling her sports bra strap from under her shirt.
"Then there's no point, it will be like wearing a bathing suit," Ikumi said as the girl nodded in understanding.
Jinta nervously stretched his arms as he watched the two women speak about whether or not Nel should take her shirt off.
"Fine! I was just joking, even though some of you perverts wanted to see that," she jested as she bowed to Jinta. "Now don't go easy on me cause I'm a girl. I'll have you know I'm very competitive," Nel smiled as Jinta nodded.
"Okay, so you're not going to cry on me if I hit you?" Jinta asked, eyeing her as he waited for her answer.
"Cry? Is that what you're into?" she asked him curiously, leaning her head to the side.
"What I'm into? What the fuck?" Jinta stated, looking away as he angrily blushed.
"You're too easy, this is going to be fun," she said as she posed, leg stretched out all the way with hands up. He sighed as he gave a boxing stance, readying himself.
"Begin!"
"Oh! One more thing," she perked up as he came closer.
"Yeah! What's that?" he asked, closely watching her movement. He saw her cartwheel back slowly, moving forward fast as she punched with a left as he blocked. Holding his other arm with her right hand, she used both her feet to kick him hard in the chest.
He hit the ground hard as he held his chest, "I hit pretty hard," she giggled as he got up quickly. He came at her with a left hook and then a right as she skillfully dodged. She watched him become more aggressive in his attacks as she began to smile, noting he was taking her seriously.

She felt his right hook, hit her square in the jaw as she stumbled back, only for her to balance herself. Trying to kick him in the face as he swatted her leg away. Frustrated, she split her legs down to the ground, simultaneously punching both his thighs. He groaned in pain as he tried to punch her but she was too quick, flipping sideways, narrowly dodging his fist. Lowering his head with her arms, she kneed him in the face.

He grabbed her arm, twisting it around her back as she gritted her teeth. She noted that he was putting pressure on her arm, just enough to bend and hurt a little. Using her strength to twist herself out of the hold to face him, she used his weight to pull him forward and flip him over onto his back. He didn't have time to think as she flipped onto him, straddling him as she tried to punch him in the face while he blocked her blows. Punching her on her side as she wasn't expecting the hit, he aggressively rolled her onto her back as he straddled her. He made to punch her, when she blocked, holding his fist tightly while elbowing him in the process.

Jinta fell forward on top of her as she shimmed her way around him, placing him into a chokehold. Her legs wrapping around his midsection as she tightened her hold around his neck. Jinta felt the uncomfortable feeling of the pain around his neck.
"Just tap out," she purred, tightening her hold on him as he struggled. Feeling himself become a bit faint, he used his strength to lift her and himself up as he fell backward causing her to hit her head hard on the mat. She released him, holding her head as he coughed, gasping for air. He came from behind her, trying to place her in a stranglehold as she elbowed his ribs. As she crawled away he made to reach for her leg, she felt her foot collide with his face. Her hands wrapped around his arms as her legs clamped around his neck squeezing him between her thighs. He tried using his strength once more but her hold was clamped down tight.
"Time!"
He felt her loosen her hold around his neck as he gasped for air.
"Fuck!" he choked out as he glanced in her direction.
"Was it good for you too?" she breathlessly said as she smiled at him. He answered by shoving her leg away. "Aww don't be that way Jinta-kun, I had a lot of fun."
He stretched out his arm as he looked to her and nodded while helping her up. "Yes I enjoyed our spar," he took her hand giving her a shake as she smiled. Overjoyed, she ran in the direction of her boyfriend, jumping onto his lap.
"Did you see?" she squealed, giving him kisses as he groaned into her ear.
"Keep doing that, I might have to take you somewhere private," he whispered as she smiled at him.
"So what are you waiting for, I am so horny right now," she giggled.
"I can't Neliel, I'm up next," he said as he watched her face pout. He slapped her bottom so she could slide off as he got up to make his way to the mat.
"I hate how gorgeous you are," she yelled as he gave a cheeky grin, stretching his muscled arms. "I blame you Uncle Take," she murmured, catching her uncle's attention.
"Excuse me?" he smiled at her as he questioned her.
"You're handsome, Uncle, and you passed down your genes to him and created a monster,"
"Grimmjow is your son?" Ikumi asked, glancing at the white-haired man who acknowledged her with a nod. "That's right you did mention having a son. I just didn't know he was with you or you guys probably mentioned it and it went passed me," she laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"One of the many symptoms of drinking, memory loss," Kaoru answered.
"Oh, hush you," she ruffled his hair, "I can see the resemblance now, Grimmjow's features.
Jushiro nodded as he looked towards his son, "His mouth is another story though," Isshin uttered.
"His mother!" both Jushiro and Shunsui blurted out in unison. Everyone seemed to laugh as the blue-haired man rolled his eyes.
"Ha-Ha! Can we get on with this and pick who I'm going to fight. I hope it's you Berry-boy," he pointed to Ichigo who grinned at him.
"I hope so too, make sure you're not talking for the remainder of the day," he threatened.
"Speaking of not talking. It's good to hear that sweet voice again, Orihime," he grinned, sparking a blush from the auburn-haired girl.
"I was just going to mention that but didn't want the poor girl to be all embarrassed," Ikumi giggled as Orihime covered her face.
Byakuya placed the remainder of the fighters into the bag as Ichigo waited patiently for his name. As Grimmjow hopped back and forth, glancing at Ichigo as he gave a Chesire cat-like grin.

"Ulquiorra Inoue!"
A little disappointed but not entirely, Grimmjow found the young man's moves interesting.
"Still having issues in the chest area?" Grimmjow asked, watching the young man glance over at him as he remained silent. "Just asking, don't like to take advantage of anyone's weaknesses during a fight, not much of a fucking challenge. Don't worry, I'll lay off that area," he got into a stance as the pale-faced boy glared at him a bit.
"I don't need your pity," Ulquiorra commented to the blue-haired man who shook his head.
"Whatever, call it what it is. Not messing with that area," he said as he watched the green-eyed boy bow as he did as well.
"Kick his ass, Ulquiorra!" Tatsuki shouted out.
"Don't worry, Tatsuki! I'll make sure he's able to use the major body parts, which is your favorite: the fingers, the tongue, a fist?" he cackled, that boyish maniacal laugh that drove Nel crazy.

"Begin!"
Ulquiorra started to run in, leaping to kick the man in the head as it was aggressively swatted away. He punched with his right and left, as a blur of blue dodged every hit. Receiving a right punch as Ulquiorra dodged the left to avoid being hit again. As he backed up, only to receive a right punch to his leg. Flipping backward, he faked a left kick to raise his right foot into the older man's stomach. Grimmjow staggered a little, seeing the younger man run close to his side trying to attack him on the side of the head. But before he could, he reached out, grabbing his throat to prevent him from moving. The dark-haired boy remained calm as he punched down onto his arm, breaking from his hold. He tried to sweep from under the huskier man's legs but he avoided his leg.

Grimmjow was able to get a few punches before the boy flipped upside down, hitting his knee, dead in his chin. Moving his chin to make sure it was still functional, he held the leg that was coming to hit his side as he punched the boy's leg and a quick jab to the face. Ulquiorra punched his shoulder to get him to release his leg, only aggravating him as he tried to uppercut the boy's chin. The younger man was quick enough to block his punch and use his other leg to kick the larger man's chest, causing the man to let go of his leg. Ulquiorra held his chest as the impact of the hard ground against his back, caused the pain to become intense. Grimmjow watched the man on the floor, holding his chest as he waited to see if he was able to continue.
The black haired man looked up to find the other man patiently waiting for him and not attacking, "What are you waiting for?" he asked him as he began to rise up.
"Now what would be the fun in kicking a guy, while he's down? I'm an asshole but not that big of a prick to stoop that low," he admitted as the other man just stared at him confused. Ulquiorra had clearly misjudged the person in front of him, he felt like he understood people and their intentions, but he found that he wasn't always right in his assumptions. After straightening himself, he wasted no time in attacking his opponent with quick successful strikes receiving hard ones in return. Grimmjow dodging the licks that he was receiving felt himself lose balance when the leg was kicked from under him. As the older man has his back on the ground, he saw the younger man try to lunge towards him, only to receive a hard direct hit to the face, causing Ulquiorra to fall onto his side.
"Time!"
There was silence during the fight since everyone was either watching how the fight panned out or holding their breaths until the outcome.
"WooHooo!" Nel cheered as she ran and jumped on top of her boyfriend who was still trying to get up from the mat. "Oh, baby! You were so intense and sexy," she giggled giving him kisses. They heard a light cough as the couple looked up to find Ulquiorra reaching his hand out to his opponent. Grimmjow stared at the hand for a bit, moving Nel as he sat up to take the hand.
"I enjoyed the fight!" he stated in a flat tone.
"I guess I have to take your word for it because your expression is anything but excited," he grinned releasing the man's hand as Nel got off so he could get up. When Ulquiorra made his way to sit near his girlfriend who gave him a big kiss as Orihime hugged him from the side.
"That fucker is fast," Grimmjow whispered to his girlfriend who shook her head.
"He sure is, he always adapts, that's how I learned to change tactics while fighting him," Nel admitted, Grimmjow looked at his girl, forgetting that she was his sparring partner. He held her close, knowing that she was able to contend with someone that gave him a bit of a challenge, aroused him.
"When this is over, you can attack the growing hard-on I have right now," he whispered into her ear as he sat down with her near the group.
"Not before you strike me with your ..." She couldn't finish before he aggressively kissed her mouth, biting her lip as she giggled.
"With both of them giving such an intense match, gotta wonder about the pillow talk?" Rangiku jested as Ikumi perked up.
"Possibly about the weather," Ikumi joked, as both women laughed hysterically.
"Except it's not the rain causing me to get wet," Nel murmured, hearing a low growl as he kissed her neck.
"Must have been all the strenuous moves in your fight. They call it sweat, I get soaked after a long intense run," Kaoru said sarcastically as Grimmjow looked at the young boy and shook his head.
"What do you feed that kid? Porn and jelly sandwiches?" he eyed the dark-haired mother who rolled her eyes.
"Most of the shit I learned was from public education and youtube. How about you?" he answered, staring at the blue-haired man who scrunched his mouth in thought.
"When you're raised by a strict asshole of a grandfather, you tend to find any type of shit to piss him off. Like picking up the nastiest shit in the most unlikely places," he grinned as the boy glanced at him curiously.
"What do you mean?" Kaoru questioned him a little intrigued.
"Bored rich housewives or noble respected girls, you'll find they know just about every sex trick in the book. Ain't that right Rukia?" Grimmjow hollered out.
Rukia blushing beet red, angrily standing to shout across to the man who's been pissing her off, "Fuck you, Grimmjow."
"Grimmjow are you fucking deaf? Stop mentioning my fiancee and pissing her off," he hollered, holding the petite woman's shoulders.
"Fine! I see how you didn't fucking deny it though, Renji," he chuckled as Renji turned completely red and Rukia sat back down trying to avoid her brother's stares.
"Then are you implying that Nel is one too?" Rukia shot back as Grimmjow looked at Nel who gave a sweet smile.
"Well I'm not a housewife, but I'm rich and I used to get bored. Add to the fact that having Shunsui as a perverted father, I wasn't that naive and I may have read a bit too much Harlequin books and some innocent videos," she bit her lip as she snorted with laughter.
"Innocent videos, more like porn videos," Tatsuki announced as Nel glanced at her friend.
"Whatever Tatsuki, you were right there watching it with me," Nel divulged to the group, embarrassing the spiky-haired girl as she glared at her friend.
"Wait! Where was Orihime?" Sora demanded, watching his sister look at him with a wide-eyed expression.
"Oh, don't worry, Sor. We either put it on when she fell asleep or she'd scream and run to the closet," Nel answered the older man as he still was a bit annoyed.
"She acted like something would jump out of the screen and attack her," Tatsuki joked, remembering the screaming auburn-haired girl.
"It's not funny Tatsuki-chan and Nel-chan," she pouted as she held onto Ichigo's arm.
"I guess she got over her fear of small dicks on the tv screen when she has a smaller dick attacking her now, "Grimmjow jested, watching the orange-haired man angrily grab Grimmjow's collar as the other man aggressively pushed him away. "Fuck off and take a joke," he gritted his teeth as Orihime pulled Ichigo back down.
The only joke is you, Grimmjow. Are you aching that bad for me to beat the shit out of you?" Ichigo yelled as Grimmjow grinned.
"Byakuya who's next?" Grimmjow asked, staring hard at amber eyes as he grinned.
"Isshin Kurosaki!"
Isshin pumped and ready to go walked up to the mat but glanced over at the blue-haired man. "Men who generally poke fun of others, having a smaller penis, usually the one who's overcompensating for something he lacks." he winked at the younger man who gave a Chesire cat-like grin.
"I think your analysis is bullshit, old man. Unless your trying to stick up for your son that may have inherited a birth defect," he grinned as he watched the older man chuckle.
"Nah! Don't believe I have that issue. I'd whip it out right now but I'd hate to make most of the men here jealous and the women here envious," he smugly smiled and watched a blushing Ikumi avoid his stare.
"I wouldn't mind seeing that," Rangiku said seductively as Shuhei covered his head once more with an ice bag, shaking his head.
"Jushiro Ukitake!"
The white-haired man walked up to the mat, to find a disheartened Isshin.
"Why the long face, Isshin?" Jushiro asked, stretching his arm.
"Not that I'm not looking forward to sparing with you old friend. I was just expecting Byakuya to say the name of your beloved son."
"I'm sorry to disappoint but I'll try to make it interesting," he elaborated as his opponent smiled.
"I don't doubt that, Jushiro. Let's show our son's what an interesting fight looks like. Swords?" he asked the man across from him who nodded. As both men, picked up the swords, grabbing the handle tightly as they bowed.

"Begin!"
They fought like it was a dance, as Isshin moved around the man to connect with his sword as he tried to hit his back. As Jushiro, twisted around swishing his sword under him as his opponent jumped up to dodge. Isshin stepped onto the other man's sword, flattening it to the floor as Jushiro quickly let go and flipped backward avoiding his punch. The black haired man smiled as he kicked up the sword on the floor above his foot and kicking it towards the other man. Jushiro grabbed the sword as it flung towards him. Distracted! He narrowly blocked a swing aimed at his midsection.

Isshin forcibly pushing his sword at Jushiro's, shoving him back as the white-haired man used all his strength from being forced back any further. Seeing the man exert himself under his push, decided to knee the other man in his stomach.

Jushiro felt the pain in his lower abdomen and quickly felt the hard punch to his jaw. He quickly swiped his sword as Isshin back flipped avoiding the swing.
"Jushiro, right there it almost looked like you wanted to hit me. Should I stand still?" he chuckled, causing the other man to grin but his eyes glared at him.

"Don't let him bait you Uncle Take," Nel shouted as she gave a worried look.

"Don't worry Nel-chan," Isshin declared, his smile gone as he seriously looked at the other man, "He's not that foolish."

Jushiro held his sword in both hands as he stepped closer to the opposition. Isshin smiled at the seriousness of the other man. Both swung their swords simultaneously with a loud crack, causing both swords to shatter. Isshin casting the broken sword aside, he suddenly felt a hard object hit the back of his shoulder. Grunting from the pain, he immediately blocked the blow that was aiming towards his head.
"Make sure you don't hit me with the sharp end of the stick," Isshin said blocking the blows that were coming at him.
Jushiro cast the broken sword aside as he headbutted the elder Kurosaki, " How did the other end feel?" he said referencing to the hit he gave to his shoulder.
"It felt like a little prick," he joked, kicking Jushiro's knee in as he stumbled to the ground, stopping himself from falling forward before he hit face first. He felt the hard kick of the other man at his midsection as he tumbled to his side. Isshin kicked the other man onto his back as he straddled his opponent, laying blows to his face until he felt a knee to his backside as he was flung forward. The white-haired man rolled off his back to grab the man on the floor, putting him into a choke-hold.

He felt no struggle from the other man as he held still but continued to hold his grip tighter. After a few moments, he felt his arm being aggressively pulled away with the other man's strength. He couldn't comprehend how he was able to escape, not being able to dwell on it further when he felt a hard elbow to his side as Isshin able to maneuver himself out of his hold completely.
"Fu..." he bit back his words as he held his side.
"What was that, Jushiro?" he asked, waiting for the man to rise and straighten himself into position.
He eyed the smiling man as he shook his head," It was nothing."
"Sounded to me like you were going to curse?" he raised his brow as he questioned the man, watching him glare at him. He quickly threw a fist as Jushiro dodged the punch while another connected with his right cheek. Following up with kicking the dark-haired man in the chest as Isshin stumbled back, only to receive another kick again causing him to fall. When Jushiro made to hit him while Isshin was down, Isshin flipped up in time to hit him with a right and spiral kick him in the chest sending him flying across the mat. Getting up from the kick, Jushiro sprinted, tackling the other man into the chest as they both fell to the ground. Both taking turns to give each other punches as Isshin blocked a hit to give a hard right causing the man to fall hard onto his side.
"Time!"
Jushiro held his chin as he got up to shake his head from his double vision. "I have to say Jushiro, you pack one hell of a punch," he held his face as he laughed.
"You too, Isshin," he held his side as he walked back to his seat.
"Fuck! I thought you guys were literally going to put each other in the hospital," Ikumi stressed, looking at the small bruises that were starting to form on Jushiro and Isshin.
"It'll take more than that to send his ass to the hospital," Ichigo drawled out, looking clearly irritated.
"That's right my boy, your father has the strength of ten men," he boasted, receiving an ice pack from Yuzu as he held it to his chin.
"I want to clarify that I was rooting for Jushiro, just so you know," Ichigo stated, receiving a gasp from his father.
"That breaks my heart," he pouted as Yuzu patted her father's head while he began to sob.
"I hope your next fight sends you into a coma," Ichigo growled out.
"Ichigo!"
Ichi-nii!" both Orihime and Yuzu said in unison.

Grimmjow glanced over at his father who glanced in his direction.
"I have to admit that you're not so bad for an old man," he chuckled, receiving a smile from the white-haired man.
"Why thank you, Grimmjow. Coming from you that felt like a compliment," he laughed as he watched his son shrug.
"Yeah, don't get used to it," he scoffed as his father nodded his head in acknowledgment.

"Ichigo Kurosaki!"
The orange haired boy stood to walk to the mat as he eyed the blue-haired man, patiently waiting for his name.
"Neliel Odershvanck!"
Ichigo closed his eyes as Grimmjow growled, both in frustration.
"Whoohoo Nel and Ichigo!" Orihime clapped excitedly.
"Choke him out Nel!" Tatsuki shouted out as Ichigo eyed her while she stuck out her tongue.
"I feel so special, having to fight two extremely hot men in one day," she smiled as Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Aww, you're making me feel sad like you don't want to fight me," she gave a pouted look.
"It's not that Nel, I really wanted to fuck up your boyfriend," he retorted.
"Well you have to get past me and I promise it won't be easy," she smiled as she gave him a wink.

"Begin!"
Nel wasted no time as she ran at a fast pace, punching hard to get to his stomach as he blocked her strike. She quickly jumped up to headbutt him across the head.
"Fuck! It's as hard as Orihime's," he growled out, shaking his head as she giggled. He blocked her knee as he prevented her punches from striking his chest. He turned around as he swatted the kick that was aiming towards his side. He could see her frustration as she gritted her teeth at not being able to hit him. She kicked him again as he grabbed her leg tossing her to the floor. She hit the ground as she growled in anger before she got up. She jumped his back, surprising him as she wrapped her legs around his waist gripping her thighs around tightly as he gritted in pain. He quickly grabbed her arms that were snaking their way to wrap around his neck as she squeezed her legs around him even tighter. He had no other option other than to fall onto the ground with her back hitting the ground. The impact of his weight made her gasp and release her grip. Scrambling out of her grasp, she moaned from the pain. Ichigo stretched his back trying to stretch out the kinks.

"What the fuck was that?" Ichigo yelled as she nursed her back as well.
"Back crusher, I don't mind giving you another one," she grinned slightly as she stood in a fighting stance.
"Nah! I'm fine," he told her as she shrugged her shoulders with a disappointed pout. She came at him with hard kicks and swift jabs as he blocked them with his knees and arms. She cartwheeled around him, able to kick the side of his head with her foot as he stumbled back. While he was distracted, she hopped onto his shoulders from behind, his head between her legs as he tried to escape her grip. He fell onto his knees as she held his arm that was trying to pry her off of him, bending it back as he yelled.
"Just tap out and I promise it won't hurt anymore," she giggled as he gritted his teeth. Ichigo used his strength to pry her thighs away from his neck as she tried to keep them closed.
"Ouch," she whimpered. He pushed her thighs apart and flipped her over his head as she made her fall. "Ompf!" she groaned as she fell hard onto her bottom. Before she could get up, she felt him behind her as he pulled her arms back.
"So you like to put people in submission holds, huh?" he whispered to her as she struggled to remove herself from his hold but he was too strong. He didn't tighten his grip only held her still, it only hurt if she struggled. She used her feet to push back, trying to use her head to headbutt his chin but he quickly moved away.
"That would have hurt like a bitch. Let's put you in another way so you won't do that again," he said with a grin as she struggled again to no avail. He sat down, leaning her over his lap as he pulled one of her arms back a little as she kicked her feet like a child throwing a tantrum. She heard a loud smack and felt the sting on her bottom as she yelped.
"Settle down!" he told her as she tried to struggle once more from his hold only to feel her arm hurting, "Just tap out and I promise it won't hurt anymore," she heard him chuckle as he spat back the words she told him earlier.
"Let go!" she yelled, stretching her legs to try to get a hold of one of his legs as she felt one of his hands release her wrists, to swiftly whack her again on her bottom.

"Ouch! You know you're not very cute anymore," she whined, feeling the burn on her ass, she was sure to have a red welt.
"And you must like having a red bottom," he jested as he heard her growl in frustration. Nel stood still for a moment thinking on how to get herself out of this.
"Come on, Nel! Get out of there!" Tatsuki shouted.
"Can't you see I'm fucking trying," she yelled as she frustratingly exhaled.
"Just tap out!" Ichigo said again.
She pushed her legs again trying to get up again when she felt one of his hands let go of her wrists to try to slap her ass again. She squirmed out of his grip and before he realized what she had done, he felt her fist collide between his legs.
"Fucking ... bitch!" he fell to the side, holding his most sensitive part of his body as he groaned.
"Time! Nel illegal move!"

Nel didn't seem to care as she rose up and nursed her arm. Ichigo could hear the laughter from everyone, mostly from Renji and Grimmjow's big mouth. Then he heard her voice running up to him.
"Nel-chan that was so wrong and mean! Oh, Ichigo are you okay?" Orihime said soothing him as she rubbed his arm.
"I'm fine! Ori...hime!" he groaned out, as the pain began to subside. He looked up to see a crossed Nel as she turned around to sit next to Grimmjow, only to yelp in pain. Ichigo rose up to chuckle at her as she had to sit with her knees bent because it hurt to sit down.
"I can't even sit down," she cried as she leaned her head onto Grimmjow's shoulder.
"You kicked me in the dick, you crazy ass bitch," Ichigo yelled, Orihime placed an ice pack between his legs as he jumped at the abrupt chill.
"Whatever you jerk!" she grimaced, her leg accidentally touching her bottom when she sat too far. "I hope you have a safe word, Orihime," she crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"Safe word?" Orihime scrunching her nose in confusion as she looked to Ichigo.
"How dare you Ichigo and with sweet Orihime-chan no less," Isshin sniffled, glaring at his son.
"Shut up old man. Orihime and I haven't done ... those things," he growled.
"Yet!" Rangiku quipped receiving a glare from the orange haired man.

Only three names left and Byakuya placed them into the bag once more as he took out a name.
"Ichigo Kurosaki!"
"What the fuck!" Ichigo shouted as he got up, shaking away the pain he felt between his legs as he went to the mat.
"You can't fight in that condition," Orihime called out worriedly.
"Yeah Ichigo, forfeit!" Nel smiled as Ichigo glared at her.
"Not going to happen," he grinned at her.
"Can't he have a break so he can get a little better?" Orihime asked with a pout.

"Grimmjow Jacquerjaques!"

"Yeah, Ichigo! You take a break and let Orihime make it all better. While I stay and fight," Grimmjow smiled showing his canines. He got up and smugly walked onto the mat, " So what's it going to be, Ichigo?"

"Me, kicking your ass and you, dropping to the floor," he threatened with a wide grin as he stretched and stood in a normal stance.
"There's that smug arrogance you get from your father. It's time to knock your ego down a few pegs." He got into position, ready to tear something apart.
"Unlikely! With you, I'm gonna make sure I kick every fucking peg off your ego-driven bar."

" Begin!"
Both men running up to each other as they both punched each other at the same time. Head turned from the hard punch, Ichigo quickly turned around to grab the man's arm and jump knee him hard in the face. He quickly felt his groin throb in pain, regretting his move as he grimaced in pain. Taking advantage, Grimmjow kneed him in the gut as he grabbed his head laying consecutive knee strikes to his face. Ichigo punched one of his knees, grinning at the fact that he heard his opponent growl in pain. He looked up to see the blue-haired man limping a bit as he decided to hit him hard in the chest, knocking him onto his back.

Grimmjow quickly rolled to his side, to dodge the stomp that was aimed at his body. Sensing the foot coming down on him again, he grabbed the other man's leg pushing it back hard, causing the man to stumble and fall. Grimmjow wasted no time in lunging on top of the younger man, hitting him hard in the face and the side of his body. Ichigo punched hard on one of Grimmjow's knuckles.

"Fuck!" he yelled, receiving a hard right to his chin leading him to lose his balance sliding on his side onto the mat. Ichigo got up, falling a bit when he felt the pain between his legs.
"What's wrong, Ichigo?" he heard the chuckle from the other man, who got up standing to favor the weight on one of his legs.
"I can ask you the same thing?" he grinned, referring to the other man's limp.
"This? It's nothing, not like getting punched in the nuts," he laughed, receiving a glare from the orange-haired man.
"Sounds like a recurring thing for you," Ichigo shot back as he watched the man grit his teeth.
"Are you guys going to trash talk all day? Do us a damn favor and knock each other out," Renji hollered, aggravated not being able to fight and having to sit and watch these two, bicker and bitch.
They both ignored the man as they eyed each other, waiting patiently for one of them to make a move. Grimmjow taking the initiative by faking a right to kick the side of the other man's leg. Stumbling from the hit, Ichigo still was able to block the hit that was aiming for his shoulder as he palmed Grimmjow hard into the chest.

Ichigo flipped back catching Grimmjow in the chin. Both advancing at each other while throwing punches and grabbing each other by the arms. Both glaring at each other, locked in each other's hold as Grimmjow head-butted Ichigo in the nose, only for him to growl and jump to kick both feet into the blue-haired man's chest. Ichigo didn't stop his assault as he kicked the man again while he swayed back, causing him to fall all the way. The orange-haired man hit the floored man with hard punches as Grimmjow tried to block some of the hits but was overpowered by the other man's strength. He lifted himself up grabbing the neck of Ichigo, trying to place him into a submissive hold, only for Ichigo to yell out and escape the grasp. Grimmjow using his strength to tackle the man hard into the chest, bringing Ichigo down hard onto his back. Grimmjow quickly regretting his decision as Ichigo wrapped his legs around the bigger man and holding his head along with his arm into a submissive hold. Grimmjow using his strength to pick him up and trying to slam Ichigo hard onto his back, for him to let go. But Ichigo still held tightly, never releasing his grip as his opponent struggled to break free.

"Tap out you fucking prick," Ichigo yelled, feeling himself being picked up again by Grimmjow, only to crash hard onto his back once more.
"Fuck you!" he snarled, aggravated that he picked up this man twice and he wouldn't relent his hold.
"Time!"
Ichigo released his grip as he pushed the blue-haired man off. Both men got up, giving menacing glares as they both nursed their injuries. As Grimmjow hobbled back to his seat, sitting down as he clenched his jaw in anger.
Ichigo sighed as he sat down onto the mat as Orihime looked on as she clutched her skirt.
"Like father, Like son!" Retsu said in amazement at the sheer adversity that Isshin and Ichigo displayed in their matches.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Onohana! I'm afraid I'm not sure who you're referring to with your comment.
"Fuck you, old man!" Grimmjow shot back as he received a grin from the older man.
"Jushiro, your son's a bit testy. I suggest you teach him the art of defeat like I'm going to teach my son," he grinned as Jushiro stayed calm and ignored the man.
"I've forgotten how much of an egotistical prick you were," Kaoru grumbled as he felt the man ruffle his hair as he passed by, aggravating him.
"Ikumi! Your son is quite adorable until he opens his mouth. I hope you teach him how to defend himself, he's going to learn real soon that his mouth gets him only so far. Right, Grimmjow?" Isshin walked up to the mat, jumping on the heels of his toes, ready for a fight as Grimmjow gritted his teeth.
"He's learning how to defend himself just fine. You need to learn the act of humility." Ikumi said as she shook her head at the arrogance of the man.
"I've learned that a long time ago, but I also learned at a young age, that people respect strength and confidence. We Kurosaki's have that in abundance," he winked, causing the girl to blush once more as she damned him internally for being such a handsome asshole. Ichigo stood up tiredly, stretching back his arm as he glared at his father.
"You need to learn to stop talking also, you can be so damn annoying," Ichigo stood in a stance as he exhaled through the pain
"Why don't you teach me?" Isshin grinned mischievously as he stood in a fighting posture.
"Oh Papa-san, can't you see he's hurt," Orihime murmured out loud, seeing how her fiancee tried to stand.
"Oh, don't worry, Orihime-chan! A wounded animal is quite dangerous. Isn't that right my boy?" Isshin still standing in his position, watched as his son remained quiet.

"Begin!"
"Enough with the chit-chat and fight," he murmured as he slowly moved closer to his father.
"Conserving you energy, smart thinking," Isshin theorized as Ichigo quickly punched with a left to have his father block him but was able to strike with his right, hard into his father's mouth. Isshin tried to swing back with a punch but his son moved to the side and elbowed him onto his shoulder. Ichigo kept his distance while his father nursed his wound.
"I just don't want to hear your damn mouth," he breathlessly said as he heard his father's chuckle.
"That hurt's a man's feelings," he quickly rammed his foot into his son's stomach as he elbowed his back, "it pains my heart." Ichigo held himself before he could hit the floor, frustrated that his father was able to distract him with his bullshit. He felt his father wrap his arm around his neck but Ichigo headbutted him instead before he could get a successful hold.
As Isshin stumbled back holding onto his chin, his son gave his father a spinning kick across his face and a hard right that followed close behind. When he made to give a kick again, his father surprised him in grabbing his leg and flinging him hard onto the ground.
Ichigo felt the hard surface against his back as the wind was knocked out of him. In his daze, he felt his father pick him up as arms wrapped around his waist.
"Now give your daddy a hug," Isshin jested, as he tightened his hold onto his son, causing him to groaned in pain. He gritted his teeth as he hit his father's face only to receive an even tighter hold and him accidentally hitting his hard forehead.
"Let go ... you bastard," he strained his words as he struggled to escape. He used his elbow to hit his father's shoulder, in the same area he had hit earlier, causing his opponent to loosen his grip. Once he was released, he kicked in his chest with both feet as he flipped back and landed on his feet. Not for long, feeling the strain in his muscles as he slightly shook from the stress. He heard a small whimper as he looked out into the crowd. He watched as his fiancee looked on with tears, trying to be supportive as she gave him a small smile.
"Aww, Orihime! Papa-san doesn't like seeing his future daughter-in-law reduced to tears," Isshin stated, receiving a glare from his son, as Orihime whipped her tears quickly.
"Please don't worry! I'm sorry... I just don't like seeing you guys hurting each other," she nervously giggled as she watched Isshin smile, while Ichigo looked at her with a worried look before both men stared at each other.
"You hear that Ichigo?" he said as his son continued to eye him in silence, "We shouldn't prolong this fight, my boy. I couldn't bear seeing my sweet Orihime-chan like that," he quirked his eyebrow, watching as his son stood in a ready stance, saying nothing.
Even with his son's lack of vocals, he could still see the determined look his son communicated as the older man smiled, bent in a fighting pose.

Lunging towards his son with a punch as the younger man dodged his father's attack. Isshin's strikes picking up speed as Ichigo fluidly evaded the attacks with ease. For a moment, Ichigo had been on the defense from his father's aggressive punches but right now, he maneuvered himself to be on the offensive.

"You're absolutely right in us not prolonging the fight, old man," Ichigo growled out, holding out his blocked arms protectively. Isshin didn't have to wait long for what his son's comment implied. When he brilliantly coordinated his rapid hits as his father, struggled to keep up the pace. Isshin sidestepped too late as he felt the harsh collide of his son's fist directly into his face. The onlookers could only see Isshin standing still until he descended backward, with a loud thud. Ichigo watched as his father lay motionless as Byakuya began to count.
"Tou-san?!" the blonde twin cried out.
"Papa-san?!" Orihime shouted along with Yuzu.
"3,2,1.. Victor by knockout, Ichigo Kurosaki," Byakuya announced, as Ichigo sighed and fell to the ground, completely exhausted.
"Ichigo!" he heard Orihime shout.
"Ichi-nii!" he also heard the voice of his distraught sister.
He felt the brush of a soft hand, gently stroking the side of his cheek as he began to stir, opening his eyes to see a beautiful sight.
"Oh, Ichigo!" Orihime worriedly looked at his wounds on his face and then looked down to his body wondering what type of bruises he had acquired.
"It's not that bad, Orihime!" he said, trying to get up, wincing from the pain as she tried to stop him from moving. "I'm fine, just bumps and bruises, nothing to fret about," he chuckled a little until his face began to hurt. He looked to his side to find his father nursing his face as he groggily comforted Yuzu who was asking him if he was okay.
"So do you guys usually try to kill each other on a regular basis or just once a week?" Ikumi decided to ask as she gave the girl's more ice packs to tend to the wounded men.
"Well, with this crazy bastard, it's usually on a regular basis," Ichigo confessed, wincing at the cold intrusion on his skin as Orihime apologized.
"Yet you withstood everything thrown at you, I believe a certain thanks are in order," Isshin boasted as he smugly grinned.
"For what?" Ichigo yelled out.
"With my constant training, of course! You've become even stronger than me, my boy. Makes a father proud," he began to sniffle as he watched his son roll his eyes.
"Even though he's a damn lunatic, what he's saying is not complete and utter bullshit," Jinta interjected, receiving a glare from both Kurosaki men as he swallowed.
"You gonna start stalking my father too?" Ichigo groaned as he began to rise up.
"Fuck you!" Jinta yelled out, feeling embarrassed as he looked away.
"Leave Jinta alone, he's just obsessed with the art of fighting. Learning new techniques to reach a greater fighting potential, is not considered stalking," Rukia elaborated, trying to defend the younger red-head.
"Is that right, Jinta? Well, if you're interested in Kurosaki training. I wouldn't mind teaching you, that's if you could endure it?" Isshin grinned as Jinta seriously looked at his girlfriends' father and nodded.

"Thus concludes our sparring match. Though I must confess that shouldn't be the accurate term of what I just witnessed. I end with a simple appreciative thanks for those who participated in a most barbaric way of fighting. Not that I didn't find the form of entertainment satisfying. Tomorrow marks the sixth day together and I ask that you continue to enjoy yourselves on the island, but some areas would be closed off due to preparations for the wedding on the seventh day."

"Ikumi! I know I have asked that today would be your day of rest, but seeing how our guests enjoy your company, you could return to work after the wedding. You and Kaoru can stay in one or two of the rooms we'll provide, it is entirely your decision to make. If you do choose to stay, you could head home and gather any necessary items for your nightly stay," Byakuya stated as Ikumi, feeling overwhelmed bowed in acknowledgment.
"Thank you again Mr. Kuchiki!" she smiled looking at her son who gave her a sly grin.
"What?" she questioned him as he shrugged his shoulders while looking away.
"Nothing! So since we have to get a few things, are we taking a ferry and walking to the train station?" Kaoru said a bit too loud for others to hear as Ikumi looked at her son like he had no sense.
"Are you feeling okay? Of course, we're .."
"I can take you and Kaoru to get your belongings unless you prefer taking the train," Jushiro interrupted Ikumi, who looked at Jushiro and then her son who smirked.
"I mean if you insist Jushiro, my mother is too proud to admit that she's getting up there in age. She refuses to use her cane," Kaoru inquired with a serious tone to his mother as if scolding her.
"I swear Kaoru! I will leave you home," she picked him up by the arm, to shove him ahead of her.
"I get why you would leave me home. So you can stay here and entertain the guests," he clarified, emphasizing 'entertain' in finger quotes. Ikumi was livid as she blushed, looking at everyone with a smile before she grabbed her son by the collar steering him out the doors.

Jushiro got up to follow the mother and son duo as he began to chuckle.
"Jushiro my friend," Shunsui said as he lied down with his eyes closed. The white-haired man turned to acknowledge his friend, watching as he turned to open one eye to stare at him.
"It's imperative that you remind Ikumi when packing her things that less is better and I wouldn't mind seeing a lacy number," he chuckled, watching his friend redden in embarrassment.
"I will do no such thing," he proceeded to say as he straightened himself, giving his friend an annoyed glare.
"Oho! Who would she be wearing that for?" Isshin laughed heartily with the bag of ice to his chin.
"Obviously no one because she has her son with her. Have you men have no shame?" Jushiro shook his head as he began to head out.
"If you're so worried old friend, you can watch over the boy," Shunsui smirked, watching his friend pause for a moment before he continued to walk out.
"Would you leave Uncle Take alone," Nel berated her father while shrugging his shoulders and closing his eyes once more.
Everyone started to head out as well, to soak themselves in the hot baths around the island. While others showered and rested their aches and pains away.

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Ichigo sat in the hot tub of his room, placing a towel over his head. Sighing as his pains slowly disappeared. He heard the door to his room and then the door to his bathroom as it slowly opened. Orihime poked her head in, finding her fiancee soaking in the bathtub.
"I found some tiger balm," she softly said as she sat near the bathtub. Ichigo chuckled as he moved closer to his girlfriend, who began to kneed his sore muscles.
"There's no need for it, the hot water is doing its job," he hummed, feeling her small fingers thread into his hair.
"How about where Nel hit you?" she whispered.
"Doesn't hurt anymore," he sighed as she leaned forward as her breasts hit the back of his head.
"You sure? She hit you pretty hard there and I'm still upset with her," she pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rubbed her fingers around his chest.
"You'll forgive her in the morning," he laughed when she groaned.
"You're right," she said, feeling guilty," You sure you're okay?"
"You know, now that you mention it. I do feel a slight cramp," he moaned.
"You do, where?" she asked him as she felt his hands guide hers lower, past the hot water. She blushed when she felt his slightly hardened penis. She started to stroke him in a slow perpendicular motion, causing it to become more erect. "Would this help?" she whispered into his ears as he groaned.

"Mmm, yes," he grinned as she diligently caressed his groin. She didn't stop her assault as she turned his head with her other hand to give him a passionate kiss on the side. Moaning into his mouth, she stopped her strokes to step into the hot bath with her apparel still on.
"Orihime?" he asked in a surprise as she began to giggle while her shirt billowed out before it sunk into the water. She took his manhood once more into her hand as she continued her ministrations. Fondling him as she kissed him aggressively. She had been trying to refrain from adding so much weight onto him, due to his injuries, only for him to pull her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
'Ichigo, your hurt," she breathlessly said as he grabbed her pouted lips with his teeth.
"My injuries are remedied by your healing touch... Fuck," he growled out as he swallowed her mouth. Groaned into her mouth as she rapidly stroked his length. Gasping for air when he released her mouth, he leaned his head back. "I think ... I'm going to cum," he moaned out as her fingers tightened.
"Stand up for me please, Ichigo," she pleaded as she stopped. Looking at her curiously, he stood in the bathtub, wondering why she wanted him to stand when he felt her engulf him. Taking him without notice, he slowly hit the wall with his back as he held the back of her head. She sucked his length and twirled the tip seductively, she was determined to make sure that he felt good. He was the winner and a winner deserved a prize, didn't he? She giggled to herself.
"Why are you ... giggling?" he choked out as she pushed forward, securing him fully to the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back, feeling her tongue twisting his tip as her throat accommodated his size. His hands were slowly moving down to his side when he felt the vibrations of her objections on his length. Her hands grabbed his wrist, placing his hands back onto her head as her arms wrapped around his back. She wanted him to guide her to his pleasure. He moved her head slowly back to forcibly push it back, till it reached the back of her throat. Her moans and her constant grip, showing she wanted more of him became his undoing. Freeing an intense groan, deep within his chest, he released into her mouth as she swallowed the milky contents down her throat.
He looked down to see her angelic features fluster as she smiled. Sinking down back into the water to kiss her mouth while tasting himself.
"I asked why were you laughing?" he rubbed his chin against her cheeks, brushing her locks away from her face.
"I was thinking that you deserved a prize for winning," she giggled again," pretty silly right?"
He glanced at her expressive eyes, waiting patiently for him to poke fun of her.
"It's pretty silly," he chuckled as she bit her lip nervously before he lifted her chin to face him," When technically you're the one who absorbed my strength, bringing me to this weakened state." He kissed her mouth while lifting her up to straddle his lap.
"So what do I get?" she asserted, pulling him into another kiss.
"Me!" he answered her, he watched her scrunch her mouth with an almost disappointed look.
"That's not much of a prize," she scrutinized him as he gave a scowl. "Oh, I know! How about Strawberry Pancakes?" she shouted as he covered her mouth with his own.
"I'll give you Raspberries, instead," he grinned as she looked at him oddly before he lifted her shirt, resulting in a tickling sensation on her tummy as he blew on her bare skin.
"Ok! Ok! STOP! You win! YOU WIN!" she submitted but he wouldn't relent his mini attacks on her stomach.

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Mini Renji (Jinta) meet mini Grimmjow (Kaoru). OMG! I had to have that little boy say shit that surprised people even Grimmjow.

I hope you liked Nel fighting, she was a bit aggressive (wink-wink). Some of you might not have liked Ichigo spanking herm but I got a kick out of that. I mean he's always shoving people in the back or on the ass. Renji sort of does that too. LOL!

I tried to make each fight unique and similar to how I think each character would react to the situation.

I wanted the fight between Ichigo and Grimmjow, to end with Grimmjow losing, but I really didn't want him to go out like a punk so I had him using his Strength from deep within his body (And what a body that is- cough) to struggle like an animal caught in a trap.

If you felt Isshin was sort of an arrogant dick, he is, but that's what I love about him, in a way he makes the fights more interesting. I also feel like in canon, he trains Ichigo in a weird way to prepare him, and so I took that as him trying to get his opponent to fight at their best. Did I mention how much I love Isshin! 3 3