A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Jealousy
Author: gogodgene (Away From Sanity)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #26, "If Only I Could Make You Mine"
Rating: PG 13 Cursing, SAP?!, TWT-ish
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
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It had been a couple days since they had taken that orange-haired wench into their custody. Actually, the correct phrase would be 'into Aizen-sama's custody'. He had been grateful to get his arm back, but of all the other kinds of torture Aizen-bastard could've put him through, this was the worst. Assigned to watch over the bitch along with that fucking know-it-all Ulquiorra. Of all the goddamn meanial things he could've be in charge of to do... Apparently, the bastard of a God was still sore at him for trying to take over that town. Which was fucking ages ago; didn't the guy know how to let things go?
He doesn't care so much that he's incharge of watching a prisoner. No, that he could care less about. He only cares now because he has to watch this one bitch. If there was one thing Grimmjow hated almost as much as Aizen, it would have to be this orange-haired bimbo. The one who always made Ichigo smile and laugh. The one who always had his Shinigami boy toy worrying. The one who gave silent pleading looks to the orange-haired Vaizard; ones that said those three simple words of devotion. If she was so in love with the kid, then why was she so shy? Tell him, Grimmjow would think.
Tell him so he'll rip out your heart.
He has me.
He doesn't need anyone else.
That woman was always around Ichigo. His Ichigo. Like a lost dog.
It was infuriating. How could his Shinigami go for something that clingy? Ichigo needed someone just as independent as himself; Jaggerjack knew how much the kid liked his space. Yet, here he was, helping this girl, smiling with this girl, letting this girl cling to him.
What was he, some fucking prince? Grimmjow knew him a lot better than most people; he was a cocky, smart-assed, son of a bitch. Sure, he was brave, naive, and helpful, but that personality stopped after he was done saving everyone. That "Hero" everyone loved was a facade. It broke when everyone stopped bothering him.
The Sexta Espada liked it better that way.
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Grimmjow despised this situation, but not because he was against taking prisoners (no mercy was his policy). He was entirely against this woman staying here because she was linked to Ichigo. It should be understood that said Shinigami was not exactly happy with the situation. Especially when he knew Grimmjow had been on the mission to capture her.
It had not been a pleasant home coming the night he had gone to see his Vaizard.
He had slipped in his favorite window like always, trying hard not to look too excited. It had been weeks since he had seen the Shinigami, due to the loss of his arm and all. He didn't want to confront Ichigo with only one arm. Not only would it be a complete embarassment, but it would make Jaggerjack look as though he were searching for pity. The last thing he needed was to be pitied by Ichigo.
Kurosaki had been lying face down on his bed, his arms wrapped under his pillow. Grimmjow could tell the teenager was tense; he knew exactly what about, too. He had just taken one of his friends away from the Shinigami and into Hueco Mundo no less. It's not that he wanted to, anyways. Anything to get away from that girl.
The arrancar sat on the other's window sill for what seemed like quite some time. He didn't move until Ichigo had decided to speak.
"What're you doing here?"
"I thought by now ya wouldn't hafta ask that question." The Shinigami never even turned to look at the blue-haired Espada.
"Get out."
"I'm kinda not in yet."
"Then go away."
"Gotta stomach ache or somethin'?" Jaggerjack tried to play off the situation as a joke. Usually, if Ichigo was in a grouchy mood, just being persistant worked for the Sexta Espada. Kurosaki would eventually give in.
"Fuck off."
"I thought that phrase was usually 'Fuck You'?" The situation suddenly hit the proverbial shit-fan when Ichigo leapt at Grimmjow, taking him by the collar.
"Don't try that innocent shit on me. Quite frankly, it would never work for you, even if you were fucking kid-sized. Your a fucking bastard and I. fucking. hate. you."
"What the fuck did I do?" Jaggerjack asked, suddenly quite serious. He didn't expect things to turn out this shitty.
"You know what you fucking did and you know what Aizen's gonna do to Orihime. You also know that if you don't fucking help me get her back, I'll castrate you."
"I'd like to see ya try, bitch."
"Why did you take her? Why?! I thought you and Aizen weren't on best-fucking-terms? Why'd you listen to him?"
"For 'ur fuckin' info, I didn't take 'ur fuckin' bimbo. Ulquiorra did. He's the fuckin' weasel that went in 'n messed with her head. I was only sent ta make sure no one fucked with the plan."
"But why?! You know she's my friend! What you're telling me is total bullshit! You know I'd be like this!" Jaggerjack huffed, knocking the boy back onto his bed. He pinned the Shinigami's appendages down so the other couldn't fight back. It wasn't his fault, he didn't even want the fucking girl two miles in his vacinity. He hated the bitch.
"I did it because that's what I was told! I was ordered ta fight and make sure no one interferred with Ulquiorra! If you think I was gonna die outta sheer fuckin' nobility just because the whore was one of 'ur friends, then 'ur dead fuckin' wrong. I like livin', thanks, and I ain't about to challenge Aizen over a fuckin' woman. I don't even want her sorry ass anywhere near me. I hate that bitch! I was just followin' orders."
"Like the good bitch you are, right?" Ichigo snarled. Grimmjow kept his cool, suprisingly. He had a hunch where this was going and he didn't like it. If keeping himself calm would make Ichigo understand and not end up at the conclusion that Jaggerjack was thinking, then he would do so. Let it not be mistaken, though, that the arrancar didn't want to slap some sense into the Shinigami. He wanted nothing more that to get in a brawl and solve their problems that way.
"I'm not gonna end my life over a bitch that I hate, just so you'll keep toleratin' me." Grimmjow refused to use the word 'like'. "I mean, if that bitch bein' gone means that you'll focus on me a little more, then I'd rather her be in Hueco Mundo with Aizen." Kurosaki said nothing, but Jaggerjack knew the kid had figured out what the statement meant. Yes, he could admit he was jealous of the woman to Ichigo. He wasn't a girl, so he didn't feel bad about it. "Don't be so fuckin' silent. It's not like I said 'I love you', or anythin'..."
"You still betrayed me."
"I know I fucked up-."
"Goddamit, this isn't a fuck up, Grimmjow! You've fucked up a lot, but this is betrayal, they're different! I... I can't even look at you anymore. We're back to being enemies."
"We were enemies before, ya idiot. How is this any different? If Soul Society sent ya an order to kill me, you'd follow it, wouldn't ya?" Jaggerjack saw the hesitation in the teenager's eyes and knew this relationship suddenly meant a lot more than he intially thought. He shook his head. "Fuck," he replied, realizing the weight of the situation. "Fuck. Just--. Whatever. Ya know, whatever. I'm outta here." He let the Vaizard go, turning to leave out the window from which he entered.
"I'm going." The Sexta Espada stopped to indulge the other.
"Goin' where?"
"To Hueco Mundo. To save Orihime."
"...'Ur gonna get slaughtered."
"What do you care? I'm just telling you so you'll be able to report to Aizen-sama who's killing all the Espada."
"Ya won't get past me."
"Why's that?"
"Because the next time I see ya, you'll be dead."
Grimmjow turned away from the Shinigami and didn't bother to look back.
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The blue-haired arrancar watched outside of the pitiful, single window the whole room had. Anything was better than looking at the orange-haired girl stare at her tray of food. It was pathetic, really. If she thought that Aizen would let her starve herself to death, she was real wrong. The bastard needed her powers badly, and wouldn't dare to let anything life-threatening happen to his guest.
The truth was, he couldn't stand to look at the woman. She had cost him everything that he actually cared to think about. Most of all, she had cost him Ichigo, the only other being in exsistant that he even remotely liked. After he had come back from the real world, he still hated her. Hell, if it was possible, he hated her even more.
Stripped him of his normalcy he had with the Shinigami... He hoped the bitch died.
As he chanced a glance at her, he was reminded of the Vaizard he lost and suddenly wished he had stolen one last kiss from the teenager.
One last thing to remind him that he used to have a better life.