My Land
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or the song, Kubo Tite and Children of Bodom do. I would love to own Shiro, thought... shame...
Warnings: Grimmjow's potty mouth. Oh well, we will have some smut in the next chapter. Oh, I almost forget the crappy grammar and OOCness! Bad me.
Author's note: Okay folks, the story has almost come to the end. After this chapter is still two 'what happened after' chapters (coughendsmutcough) and there it is. But in this one: Le grande battle between Shirosaki and Grimmjow is finally here! Or is it...?
Part Seven:
If someone had told Grimmjow about this feeling just couple months ago, he would have laughed his ass off. It was so cheesy and sappy it was hard to believe.
Sun offered it's light among people, huge ball of fire rising from the east. Grimmjow had never grown used to it. Fucking sun. It was way too bright, especially in the morning hours. The Espada was sitting on their bed, the light making his back warm up.
Next to Grimmjow, and still asleep, layed his orange haired shinigami. Morning sun made his skin seem soft and tantalizing, yearning for rougher hands to touch it.
No matter many times Grimmjow forced the words of surrender out of Ichigo's mouth, he knew that he didn't own the shinigami. He touched him in the most intimate way, and it was amazing feeling, one that Grimmjow could never have imagined. But same time, he knew that his emotions were only one sided. And how stupid was that, Grimmjow didn't want to think. Fuck the cheesy love talk.
Ichigo mumbled something in his sleep, turned over a couple times and kept snoring. Sometimes shinigami was so cute that Grimmjow could strangle him.
In his life, the Espada had thought a lot. But not things like this. Never anything like love. The word itself had an evil aura, one that told something bad to happen for anyone who would touch it. So, Grimmjow tried to keep it in lust. Too bad that didn't work out.
In total, he treated Ichigo well. He wasn't too rough, he gave him food and stuff, but something was still off. And Grimmjow couldn't figure out what that special something was. What made Ichigo's own hollow so 'pretty' anyway?!
In battlefield, you sometimes had to think what the hell had just happened, why did it happen and what happened before it. Then figure out what had gone wrong.
The Espada could tell his little pet cried at nights. He was waiting his saviour to come, and no results so far. And he was the bad guy in this fairytale. Fuck it.
His shinigami was waking up. The Espada turned around to watch the scene, but Ichigo just looked him once that 'oh, you' look in his eyes and went back to sleep.
Grimmjow sighed, pressing his head to the pillows. If he had cat ears, they would point the ground at the moment.
The evil dragon had a heart. Well, technically no, but that was beside the point. Maybe it loved maiden. Unfortunately it seemed that the maiden loved the knight, no the dragon.
What were the odds for a one man to beat the huge, fire spitting lizard? Zero. That was impossible. And still, it always happened.
Grimmjow was a good thinker. And maybe fairy tales weren't always so black and white as everyone thought.
Fuck. Grimmjow really hated those little stories.
The Espada snuggled his face to his unwilling lover's neck and decided to go back to sleep himself.
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Hungry.
Shirosaki had a bad feeling that he was walking straightly to the trap. He felt so tired, he knew that he had no changes of winning, no matter what Ichimaru had said about beginner's luck. Heck, he couldn't even play chess.
Luckily he didn't need to dodge the people walking down the same street as he did; hollow passed right through them.
He didn't have an idea where he had come from, but he only needed to orientate in Ichigo's direction. The hollow always knew where Ichigo was, so he didn't need a map or a compass. He would always find home.
He saw a row of apartment buildings in horizon. There was also their home, which was not a home. Only a flat they have shared couple months. Shirosaki had hated it from the start, and said to Ichigo that everything would be back to normal soon. He turned out to be a liar.
At least he wouldn't die alone. His king would see everything, and even if Shirosaki couldn't have his last kiss, he cold be near Ichigo, which was better than nothing.
The hollow lift up his eyes and saw Grimmjow on top of the building. Small wind made his shirt flutter in the wind, revealing his muscular chest and the hole in it. So he had left his gigai inside, and was ready to a slaughter.
Shirosaki hadn't even a weapon, Zangetsu and he couldn't be outside of Ichigo's mind at the same time.
The hollow looked for Ichigo's face from the windows. There was a glimpse of orange hair, and a hand pressed against the glass.
Shirosaki waved his hand and brought a pale smile to his face. "Hey, king! Do you hear me? I love you, don't forget that! After this is over, you can go back to your family and pretend this never happened! Don't worry about me, okay? I existed only because of you, and I don't mind dieing that way!"
I am here to claim my land
you can't keep me away forever, ever.
Grimmjow jumped down from the rooftop and started diving towards the hollow. Shirosaki wondered what would happen to his lover after he would pass away. Hopefully he wouldn't do anything stupid.
This was it, the end of everything.
--
Grimmjow was looking out from the window, as if he tried to find something. The Espada's hands were deep in his pockets, and the man was deep in thought. His gigai was still laying in bed, in eyes of the outsider it would be asleep.
Ichigo didn't really care, days went as they went, nothing actually happening. Grimmjow came and went again, nights followed days.
Shinigami couldn't help but wonder, was it going to be like this, you know, like rest of his life? And what had happened to Shiro? Even thinking of his poor hollow made his eyes teary nowadays. What would he give for a chance to change those last words to his one and only lover...
Grimmjow seemed to notice whatever he was looking for. His hadsome face turned on to an huge grin, which was only boosted by the mask covering the left side of his face. Grimmjow shot a short glance over his shoulder. "Your saviour has come, but he doesn't seem to be in his best state. If I was you, I would look very closely what will happen next. And think of your friends in Soul Society before you interfere."
The Espada jumped out from the window and locked it, just incase that little shinigami couldn't resist helping his mate. Then he went towards rooftop, waiting for the hollow to get close enough.
Ichigo pressed his hands against the window, and saw the same that Grimmjow had seen: A lonely, completely white figure in the crowd, coming into their direction.
The figure looked up and seemed to notice Ichigo in the window. He waved his hand, and the shinigami was almost sure that he smiled.
"Hey, king! Do you hear me? I love you, don't forget that! After this is over, you can go back to your family and pretend this never happened! Don't worry about me, okay? I existed only because of you, and I don't mind dieing that way!"
The voice reached the teen barely as a whisper, but Ichigo knew that the hollow had been shouting with their own, silent communication. He sounded so weak and tired.
Ichigo had hoped that he would have a chance to apologize, but when he got one he didn't know what to say. Couple words or sentences weren't enough to tell how sorry he was, or how much he wanted more time with the other.
Below him, the battle started. He was the fucking maiden inside the fucking tower.
Funny. In what fairytale they told how sorry the maiden was about being in trouble? If his hollow died now, he would be only one to blame.
--
Shirosaki collected every bit of power that he had left. Grimmjow landed softly to the asphalt, hands still in his pockets. The Espada watched amusedly how the other tried to fight off his own tiredness, before he even could think of attacking his actual enemy.
Teal haired tilted his head a little. "Seems like I don't have to even fight with you. I just stand here and wait till you collapse. Then I kick you while you are on ground and wait your body to disappear to the hell."
"Don't screw with me", hollow growled. He had enough power for a one big strike. He needed it to hit it's target. If he only could get close it could work. The hollow stepped one, unsolid step towards his enemy.
Grimmjow didn't even react at first. Then he slowly draw his zanpakutou and danced it in his palm, not breaking the eye contact with Shiro.
"You know, your lover is amazing. Has he always as huge sex drive, or is it just me?"
Another step.
"It is your name that he calls when we have sex, thought. And at nighttime. You should hear the weeping; it is just like some little animal that has it's tail stepped on."
Another step. How did he dare to talk sbout Ichigo like he would be worthless toy?
Grimmjow's zanpakutou stopped dancing and made couple series of slashes towards Shirosaki. First one cut of a strand of white hair, second one slashed away one of his sleeves, third one left a bleeding wound across his chest.
Fourth one stopped to Shirosaki's hand, which squeezed the blade tightly, sending a stream of blood running towards Grimmjow's hand.
"Hey. Once I fucked him so hard he passed out. Jealous?"
How did he dare do those things to Ichigo?
Black Cero shot itself from Shirosaki's hand to the Grimmjow's chest.
--
From the window Ichigo saw a huge explosion, and then nothing when pieces of asphalt and dust were flying in the air. After they landed, he saw the white figure laying on the ground, motionless. Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen.
"Fuck!"
The teen ran to the door, and found it unlocked. Why in the name of hell had Grimmjow had locked only the window?
Ichigo ran all the way down the stairs to the street. Sound of sirens rang in the distance when he picked his lover up to his arms.
"Hey", he stroked other's cheek gently. "You okay?"
One black and yellow eye opened a little "yeah. Just so hungry and tired..."
His voice faded as he disappeared from Ichigo's arms, back to his inner world.
Back to home.
The shinigami felt himself sleepy, like all the things that hollow had gone through would have transferred into him.
The teen somehow managed to return to the small flat, and immediately went to sleep. Even if there wasn't no one next to him, he felt himself warmer than a long time.
--
From distance Grimmjow watched the sappy drama. Boy climbed back to his apartment and fell asleep. Kinda cute.
It made the Espada little jealous that he would never have that special shinigami like that. It would have killed his pet in time: he would have faded like a rose. Where there orange roses? Grimmjow had no idea.
He had shunpoed right on time away from the giant explosion. Ichigo's hollow was much more powerful than he had tought. The Espada nudged his own chest, that had actually burned a little.
How much time it would take from the duo to realise that they had been helped a little? Maybe Grimmjow could someday come over and drink some coffee. Or send dozen of roses to Ichigo or something. The shinigami would love that kind of shit for sure.
The fact that the Espada knew two of them could never be together didn't stop him from trying.
Grimmjow sulked a while, kicked some random stones and took off.