Summary: Grimmjow's always been too beautiful for his own good and accursed with a submissive scent so when the big cat hybrid mating season rolls around he finds himself fending off another horde of lustful suitors. He never wanted to play submissive to anyone...but then he meets a lion hybrid while on the run who may just change his mind.

Warnings: AU, yaoi, lemon, hybrids, almost all smut. Also, this is my first time writing both IchiGrimm and hybrids. I hope I don't disappoint! :)

Topsy Turvy

An Ichigo/Grimmjow inspired by Thundercats

Written for inominatenoname

A blue-haired panther hybrid stumbled through the thick underbrush of the forest. He was already panting heavily, chest heaving, but he kept moving, tearing his way through the thick greenery with his sharp claws. There wasn't time for him to stop and catch his breath, not during this time of year, when his life went from relatively peaceful to sheer insanity in the blink of an eye.

Most creatures revered the spring season as a time when the earth awakens from its winter sleep and new life is created and flowers bloom, etc, etc. That wasn't exactly how this hybrid saw spring, not at all.

In fact, to say that Grimmjow Jaegerjaques hated spring with every fiber of his being and then some would have been the understatement of the century, because when that first green leaf appeared or that first tulip flower bloomed or that first day that was both bright and warm...he knew he was in utter hell once again. And this may not make much sense to someone who isn't familiar with the big cat hybrids and their way of life, but spring to them meant something else besides afternoon rain and cherry blossoms. No, spring meant desperately searching for that perfect scent until you found the one you could rut against in fits of uncontrollable lust for hours (hell, even days) at a time.

It meant mating season.

But again, it doesn't really make sense why Grimmjow, an incredibly attractive panther hybrid that was only seventeen in human years, would have any problem with this. Most people that age, hybrid or not, would consider such a time to be heavenly, but they didn't have Grimmjow's...predicament, which was quite an unusual one, the only one of its kind from what he knew.

When the panther hybrid had hit potency in his fifteenth year and he first started to release pheromones in order to attract a mate just like all the other did, he had noticed something was wrong. He didn't smell quite like the other male hybrids, his scent was sweeter, lighter (so unlike him), and almost delicate in a way...almost like a female, even better according to some. In fact, that was exactly what was happening to the poor thing, though he was male, through and through, he was emitting the sweet, submissive pheromones that were supposed to be for female hybrids exclusively.

Grimmjow had long since dealt with this; he was fine that he couldn't mate with a female because of his inability to exude dominant pheromones. He thought they were rather whiny, worthless creatures anyway that he held no real sexual attraction to and had never really gotten along with. But there was no love lost there, as they had never liked him much, either, mostly because they were jealous a male's scent could entice more potential mates than any of them had ever been able to, and powerful, handsome ones too.

And that was Grimmjow's problem, why the springtime big cat mating season was sheer torture for him. Every one that had followed his coming of age had brought about a colossal amount of dominant male hybrids that wanted to mate with him, and many of them didn't take no for an answer and insisted on chasing the poor panther until they finally gave up or lost him. Grimmjow didn't even understand why they wanted to mate with him so badly (only that he would never let it happen because he wasn't about to be any one's bitch), the whole point of the season was to breed and he certainly couldn't bear children, so...why?

But what he was unaware of was that his looks only added fuel to their lust, pushing them over the edge after they caught a whiff of that delicious scent. It didn't help Grimmjow at all that he was born with a face and body that looked like it had been carved by angels, every slope and plane and angle perfection. And when those hybrids caught sight of the panther's tousled, sky blue hair that fell onto sun-kissed shoulders and wide, expressive eyes that were an incredible shade of atmospheric cerulean and usually blazed bright like fire so hot it turned blue, that really wasn't helping either. Then again, the dark teal cat ears that peaked out from underneath his pretty hair and matching tail that swished over a flawless backside were also part of the problem. Not to mention, still being young, he hadn't grown into his full musculature yet, leaving a lean body that looked perfect for pinning to the ground and rutting against.

Yes, that certainly didn't help Grimmjow in fending off the predatory, lascivious advances that he was currently fleeing from.

The panther hybrid was still clawing his way through that thick underbrush, panting from exertion. There were three different males chasing him down, one an absolutely monstrous tiger, Kenpachi, that he knew would be sure to break something if he were to get his chance at mating with the blunette.

"Fuckin'...goddamnit," Grimmjow growled as his tail became entangled in greenery and he turned around to frantically swipe at it, hearing that his so-called suitors were gaining on him. He hissed in pain as he pulled his tail free, finally breaking through the underbrush and into the deciduous trees. Running at full speed despite the protest from his tired legs he chanced a look behind him, blue eyes widening as he saw that the tiger hybrid was only about fifty feet away and steadily getting closer, the bells that he wore on his ridiculously spiked hair sounding like roaring thunder to Grimmjow's sensitive ears.

"Shit, shit, shit," the panther cursed, turning his head back to look ahead of him as he leapt over a fallen tree trunk and into a part of the forest where the trees suddenly stopped to form a clearing. Grimmjow tried to pick up his pace, knowing he had to make it across that clearing and possibly disappear from view in the dense cluster of trees beyond it in order to escape from the tiger Kenpachi. He could climb up into the branches and-

But Grimmjow's planning was abruptly cut short. The blunette had just entered the clearing, noting that it was much bigger than he expected, and scattered with small boulders that he had to weave around in order to cut across it. He had been so worried about escaping his lust-crazed pursuer that he hadn't caught the scent of another hybrid in the area until it was too late.

A blur of orange shot past him incredibly fast and, startled, he stumbled and it was then that his exhausted legs decided to give out on him. The blue panther hit the ground on all fours, gasping for breath as his bright eyes searched wildly around for what had just run by and must be the cause of the heady, dominant pheromones that made his ears flatten against his turquoise locks of hair.

"Pretty blue kitty..." Kenpachi's gruff, disturbing voice was close by and it spurred Grimmjow into escape mode yet again, the blunette pushing off the ground and darting to the closest and largest boulder for cover, knowing that the tiger was too close for him to run away, not with how tired he was. Desperately, he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his heavy breathing and curled in on himself, trying to make his body as small as possible. Just maybe he could hide there until he thought of a better plan.

His tail swished about so much from nerves that he had to use his other hand to keep it still as he listened to the tiger hybrid enter the clearing and Grimmjow could just imagine the manic grin on his scarred face as he sniffed around for him.

What was he going to do?

But he was startled out of his thoughts by the same smell from before, the very distinct scent of another male. Shutting his eyes tightly, he prayed that the two other hybrids found each other before him. In the mating season, dominant ones couldn't stand to even look at the sight of another, and it usually resulted in a fight. Perhaps if they got into it, Grimmjow would have the chance to escape.

"Huh...?" Kenpachi's puzzled voice echoed through the clearing as he too caught the smell of another male and not the delectable one of his intended. But soon he saw its origin as something orange and tan blurred with speed before appearing on top on one of the boulders close to him. "Kurosaki," he greeted, his broad, sadistic smile disappearing into a frown.

Grimmjow's ears twitched as he heard the insane hybrid utter the word "Kurosaki", wondering whether it was the name of the other, but he kept as still and quiet as possible.

"Zaraki, I told you to never come on my land again," a pleasant, but monotone baritone sounded from somewhere close by. It had to be the voice of the other hybrid he had smelled earlier, the blur of orange.

"My mate came here by accident, I need to get him back." Grimmjow snarled silently at the lie while hoping intensely that the male whom had spoken wouldn't believe it and told him to get lost, and it seemed luck was finally on his side, finally, when the other did speak again.

"Go away, and leave the cub alone or I'll kill you like I should've done years ago," he said with an almost bored tone and Grimmjow could hear Kenpachi's agitated growl and he thought for a second that the two really would fight but then the distinct sound of the tiger hybrid sneaking away through the trees was heard and his unpleasant scent slowly disappeared. Grimmjow could've cheered then, but still kept silent as the male hybrid that had referred to him as a cub (which he thought was unfair because he had reached potency two years before) was still there.

"You can come out now, cub," that same baritone voice called out to him, but still Grimmjow didn't move from his hiding place behind the boulder. Though this hybrid had gotten rid of Kenpachi for him, it didn't get rid of the fact that he was a male (a very dominant one at that, obvious from his scent) and the panther was still wary that the other was likely to jump him were he to reveal himself. But it seemed the other had already thought of this.

"I'm not going to pounce on you like the others. I have more self-control than that," the other chuckled a little bit and Grimmjow thought it sounded rather nice. And, despite his experience with males that had tried to manipulate him into mating, he somehow believed that.

Cautiously, he crawled out from his hiding spot, wary blue eyes darting around to locate the owner of the nice voice, which didn't take very long, considering it turned out the other hybrid's coloring was just as bright as his own.

The male was a lion hybrid standing not ten feet away, obvious from the tail that flicked back and forth behind him that was golden up until the orange tuft of fur at the end. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with lightly-tanned, perfect skin, and what had to be the most gorgeous face Grimmjow had ever seen on any hybrid, male or female. But what was really stunning about the lion was the bright orange hair that fell around his shoulders and even more so were the honey-brown, kind eyes that the panther's sharp vision could clearly see sparkling even from a distance.

The blunette felt his body temperature spike, his skin suddenly feeling very warm, too warm. That was the other thing he had such a problem with during mating season; he wasn't excluded from its effects on a hybrid's libido. Not at all. Whenever he managed to find a good hiding spot from his pursuers, he would usually pleasure himself until he was somewhat satiated enough to try and sleep it off.

But this lion was making him feel hotter than ever before. And the male's scent was washing over him, making him want to arch his back and submit, but he hadn't ever given into the urge before (though this was one was by far the strongest) and he wasn't going to start now.

The orange-haired lion hybrid was giving him a curious stare, handsome head cocked as he placed a clawed finger to his lips.

"What's your name, cub?" he asked, his honey eyes glinting in amusement. Grimmjow snarled, rising to his full height.

"I'm not a cub," he growled, placing his fists on his hips as he squared off with the lion. "And it's Grimmjow," he finished a little snarkily and while most would've been put off by his attitude, it only seemed to delight the other male as he chuckled again.

"Well, Grimmjow, you are welcome to stay here until the season is over in a few days. The other males won't come on my territory," the lion hybrid said simply, turning and walking away. Grimmjow stood there for a moment or two, stunned, before running after the other.

"Wait!" he called out, weaving around the large boulders to see that the lion hybrid was already almost in the cluster of trees before he turned around and look curiously at the younger. "Wha's yer name, and why are ya helpin' me?" Grimmjow asked, a little suspiciously. He was positively bewildered by the lion, one who hadn't jumped him in a fit of lust and was being so kind to him, allowing him to stay on his land.

"It's Kurosaki, Ichigo Kurosaki, and because if I let you go and you were to be forcefully mated with," Ichigo's eyes narrowed a bit, his gentle smirk flattening into a straight line. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

Grimmjow took a step back in surprise at the words, but quickly recovered when the lion hybrid beckoned for him to follow as he stepped out of the clearing and into the thick forest. The blunette ran after him and they trekked through the dense greenery together.

"Where 'er we goin'?" he called to Ichigo, who was a few feet ahead of him, even with Grimmjow running at full speed. The lion was fast.

"I have a den not too far from here, you can stay there until the season is over," Ichigo clarified and just as he said 'den', the panther hybrid spotted what the other male meant by that. They had been running uphill the entire time, on top of a small mountain and they had finally reach the top, into which had been carved a small cave.

Grimmjow followed Ichigo into the cave, seeing the pelts that had been cast onto the floor in order to make for a comfortable sleeping place and a small, flickering fire over which an animal carcass roasted, making the blunette start to salivate. It had been a rather long time since he had had a proper meal, having been on the run for the past few days. He hadn't had time, being constantly chased by those that wouldn't hesitate to pin him to the ground had they the chance.

"You are hungry?" Ichigo asked, sitting down beside the fire and looking up at the panther hybrid with glittering caramel eyes that made the latter feel that unbearable heat in his belly again, so hot that he had to bite down onto his lower lip hard with one sharp canine.

Ichigo knew there was no possible way the younger male could no just how beautiful he looked like that, with his ocean water eyes so bright and bronzed skin flushed perfectly. And he had to make an effort to keep from pounce on the panther; he never wanted to take advantage of such a creature. So gruff and yet so innocent. He had never had to exercise such self-control before.

"Sit down," he commanded, looking down at the meat he had set to roast earlier with hard eyes. He had offered the other a safe place to stay and he wouldn't go back on his word.

Grimmjow wondered slightly what he had done wrong, to warrant such an abrupt change in the lion hybrid known as Ichigo, but he sat down anyway, dark teal tail twitching anxiously behind him. But his worries were soon forgotten as the orange-maned male tore off a chunk of meat and offered it to him, the insides looking pink and almost raw, just like he liked it.

Grimmjow wasted no time before nearly ripping the piece of meat out of Ichigo's hands and starting to devour it enthusiastically, white, deadly canines gnashing together as he satiated the hunger that had plagued him for the last few days. He distantly hear Ichigo's faint mirthful chuckle but decided to ignore it.

All too soon his belly was full and he spat a bone onto the floor of the cave, finally looking up to see that Ichigo had also eaten and was now staring at him intently. He licked and sucked the juices off of his fingers, unaware of what such an action did to the other male but all too aware when the lion hybrid tore his gaze away to look at the fire with that same intense stare. Night had fallen by then and Grimmjow watched as the reflection of the flames danced in those fathomless dark orbs. They entranced him, the eyes of the male that even in the height of mating season had yet to treat him like he was some sort of rag doll he could play with for a few days and then be done with.

In fact, Ichigo had treated him more of an equal than anyone else had done ever before.

"You can sleep there," the lion hybrid suddenly said, pointing out the pelts that lay on the cave floor in the corner. Grimmjow raised one thin, blue eyebrow, ears twitching.

"What 'bout you?" he asked, wondering why Ichigo intended to give him his only sleeping place. He would be fine just sleeping on the cave floor, he had done so for years now on a lot more uncomfortable places (on high tree branches to escape from wannabe mates for instance...)

"I don't sleep much," Ichigo grunted, raising his eyes to meet with fiery blue, a rueful grin on his face. "But thank you for your concern."

"Oh," Grimmjow said lamely and for lack of nothing of better to do (or say), he moved over to the pelts, curling up on the soft surface of them, his tail wrapping around his waist protectively.

He studied Ichigo's back, strong and tanned with the ends of his long orange hair brushing it ever so slightly. He pondered whether or not the lion hybrid had been teased for his strange coloring too before the blunette's eyes drifted closed, the strange, but amazing, feeling of security lulling him to sleep faster than anything else ever had.

Grimmjow couldn't have been asleep for longer than a few hours when he felt something unbearably pleasurable wrack through his body, waves of bliss washing over him like they never had before. Lights danced behind his closed eyes as he slowly came to consciousness, utterly confounded at the pleasure he was experiencing and how his whole body seemed to be completely relaxed. In fact, it kind of felt like...

Bright blue eyes shot open to stare directly into deep toffee. And the only sound in the cave was the heavy sound of Grimmjow's breathing as he took in what was going on.

He was still lying on the pelts on the cave floor, but he was no longer alone. Ichigo was laying right beside him, their faces not an inch apart, and the knee-length pants he had been wearing had been pulled down a little, and the lion hybrid's hand was on his...

"Forgive me," Ichigo's words were rushed, his dark eyes wide as he tried to explain himself to the panther hybrid who looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Y-your scent was getting even stronger in your sleep, and I had to do something to make it lessen, or I would have-"

Grimmjow cut him off.

"More," he demanded simply and if it were possible, Ichigo's eyes widened even more. The lion removed his hand and the blunette nearly whimpered at the loss of contact, the erection that Ichigo had given him and was fueled by the lust of mating season meeting the cool night air.

The orange-haired male went to move away, but Grimmjow wrapped his arms around him in a sudden, desperate gesture.

"More," the panther repeated, his normally bright and wild eyes had darkened with lust as he held Ichigo in place, whom narrowed his eyes but bit his lip as he was now in a similar condition to the other, throbbing manhood and all. Mating season had its effect on him, too.

"Do you-ah," Ichigo nearly choked on his words as the blunette rubbed against him, tawny, soft flesh sliding against in him in all the right places. "Do you know what you are getting yourself into, cub?"

Grimmjow just bit down on the strong column of his neck, sucking in a way he would've never expected of such a seemingly virginal hybrid, one who ran away from all sexual advances. Ichigo moaned, running his hands up the panther's back to entangle themselves in silken, cerulean locks of hair to gently pull the hybrid away from his neck.

"Yer the only one who's been nice ta me and ya made my dick hard," Grimmjow replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world, looking rather ravishing as one canine protruded from his lips and he looked up at Ichigo with obvious want. "So hurry up and fuck me already."

Ichigo's control snapped like a twig underfoot and before he could think better of the situation, that he may have been taking advantage of an inexperienced, aroused teenaged-hybrid, he bent forward and captured the other's lips with his own.

Grimmjow nearly yelped in surprise as he experienced his first kiss but just as his mouth opened, Ichigo's tongue darted inside to massage his own and he felt his eyes slowly start to close as he brought his hands up to grasp at the lion hybrid's orange locks of hair. It felt incredibly good, like he never would have imagined, and he instinctively tilted his head so that Ichigo could kiss him more deeply, slight smacking sounds filling the cave as they continued to kiss. But he was eager to feel more of that earth-shattering bliss he had felt earlier and he rocked his hips into Ichigo's, feeling the other male's large erection brush against his and it made him groan and continue doing so enthusiastically.

Ichigo brushed his hands over one of Grimmjow's silky ears, feeling the other shudder at the action, and so he scratched behind it, stunned when the blunette began to purr, like a small house cat. Pulling away suddenly, he looked down at the purring panther hybrid looking utterly debauched with kiss swollen, saliva coated, red lips and heavily hooded dark sapphire eyes that were swimming pools of desire. On another day, he would experiment with what other sensations made the blunette purr like that, but for now, he had to satiate the both of them, and quickly.

He kissed a trail down Grimmjow's jaw and neck, biting down on the pulse point so hard his canine sank into the sensitive flesh and made the other male shiver in delight and pain before he continued his way down the panther's lithe chest, leaving small love bites and marks along the way.

As soon as he reached where he had earlier removed Grimmjow's erection from his pants when he had been asleep, he wrapped a large hand around it, causing the owner to his and buck wildly into his grip, making him chuckle a little in amusement. So young and inexperienced...it turned him on in ways he never even thought possible.

Meanwhile Grimmjow was cursing himself for never having done this sooner. His eyes were shut tight as Ichigo's hand wrapped around his cock and began to pump, the earlier waves of pleasure returning and wrapping him up in their cocoon of blissful madness. He had certainly never felt this good when he had been touching himself, desperately trying to get rid of the heat that came with mating season. But that was all nothing when Ichigo lowered his mouth onto his erect member, sucking gently at the head.

Grimmjow cried out, hands grasping at orange locks of hair as he bucked upwards and further into Ichigo's mouth, whom placed a restraining hand on his hip as he bobbed his head up and down. Cyan eyes flickered open to reveal the utterly entrancing sight of the lion hybrid taking him as far into his mouth as possible, the sensation making him want to shed tears. It was that incredible, and he could feel his body releasing more of the submissive scent that he had cursed for nearly two years now and couldn't be bothered to care about at the moment, too thoroughly wrapped up in Ichigo's dominant, musky one that made him feel deliciously heavy.

Ichigo groaned as he caught the deliriously sweet scent that Grimmjow emanated, unwittingly causing the other even more pleasure from the vibrations the sound caused. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled off of the now pulsing cock, an uncharacteristic whine escaping the blunette panther's mouth as he did so. He sucked on one of his own clawed fingers whilst pulling the knee-length pants off of Grimmjow completely, nearly tearing the fabric apart in his haste.

Grimmjow watched as the lion hybrid wet his digits and felt a slight tingle of nerves under the heavy waves of lust. It must have shown on his face for when Ichigo looked back up to him, the other male didn't hesitate before raising himself to hover directly above him and capture his lips once more. There was passion there, something they could both say wasn't familiar to them, and Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's face in his hands, keeping the other male there as it seemed they would suck each other's souls from their bodies as they kissed somewhat sloppily (not that either of them cared about technique at that point.)

Ichigo slid his hands up Grimmjow's toned thighs until his forefinger found the panther hybrid's entrance, circling it before pushing through. He broke apart from the other, watching as the blue eyes fluttered open, unease there under the desire.

"Is this alright?" he asked, trying not to catch any more of the other's scent that would most likely be his undoing and really make him lose all sense of self and plow into the blunette unmercifully.

"Yeah," Grimmjow breathed, resisting the urge to squirm as two of Ichigo's fingers entered him. There was slight burn that accompanied the stretch, especially when those two digits started to make a scissoring motion as they went deeper inside of him. But then one of those fingertips brushed against a spot far within him that had him arching his back wantonly and crying out as his clawed fingers tightened their hold on Ichigo's shoulder.

He was panting madly as the orange-maned lion hybrid continued to strike that sweet spot, massaging it with the pads of his fingers, and he swore he would go insane with pleasure. That was, until suddenly, Ichigo's fingers were gone from inside of him, leaving him feeling strangely...empty.

Ichigo looked up at the writhing mess of blunette he had created and smirked ruefully, male pride swelling up in him even as he lined himself up with that blunette's entrance, which made Grimmjow's eyes snap open from where they had been shut in bliss to lock gazes with him. He knew what the panther was thinking, that hybrids always took their mate from behind, but he didn't want that, Ichigo wanted to stare into those foreverly blue eyes and that flushed, perfectly beautiful face as he entered the other male that seemed to be made for him. And so he did.

Grimmjow had to restrain himself from punching Ichigo across the jaw as the lion's large cock pushed into his virgin entrance, stretching him beyond what he thought capable. Instead he tried to catch his breath as he gasped wildly, clawing at Ichigo's shoulder so hard as to draw blood, not that the other seemed to mind as he ran his hands up and down Grimmjow's sides soothingly, one hand then wrapping his softening erection in order to bring him more pleasure.

If Ichigo thought he had had to use his seemingly endless well of patience before, he really had to as Grimmjow's tight warmth encircled him, feeling better than anything else ever had before in his entire life. He opened his eyes to stare down into the blunette's flushed, wincing face in order to bring himself back down to earth as he fully seated himself inside. He slowly pumped Grimmjow's cock, watching and feeling as the panther slowly got used to the full feeling of having something so large inside of him.

"Can I move?" Ichigo's voice was strained with restricted bliss and he could've cried when Grimmjow just nodded, prompting for him to pull back out slightly before rocking back in gently. He would take it slow at first; he didn't want to hurt the other, not when he had so freely given himself up to Ichigo.

Grimmjow had never felt so strange, such a warring mix of pain and pleasure as Ichigo thrusted in and out of him. The stretch hurt, there was no doubt about it, but there was something about being taken by someone so gorgeous that had him mentally whimpering in ecstasy. Well, that is, until the head of Ichigo's manhood hit that special spot inside of him, and then it was no longer mentally, but very, very vocally.

Hearing Grimmjow's near shot of pleasure, Ichigo smirked and gripped the back of the panther's knees, pushing them up to the other male's chest so that he could easily buck in and out of the blunette, hitting that spot that made the normally gruff Grimmjow panting and moaning so loud and fast that he could hardly get his next words out.

"H-harder," he commanded and Ichigo could do nothing but obey the submissive below him, groaning in ecstasy when the blunette's hips started to rise to meet his thrusts as they rutted against each other like the animals in heat they were. Ichigo removed one of his hands from the panther's right knee in order to wrap it around the pink cock that was so hard it hurt.

It didn't take long for either of them to reach their apex, Grimmjow's first climax with another washing over him like a tidal wave as he swore loudly, milky white substance bursting forth from his member so hard it wet both his and Ichigo's chests. The resulting clenching of his muscles brought Ichigo over the edge as well, grunting as he released his seed deep within Grimmjow.

Dazed and gasping for breath, they both collapsed onto the pelts, bodies intertwined. After a silent moment or so they looked over to each other, taking in their mirrored flushed expressions while something akin to a smoldering fire burned in both of their eyes. There's always something different after a hybrid mates with another, they can't have the detachment a normal human can. Their instincts pull at something much deeper inside of them, bonding them to their mate for life. Needless to say, Grimmjow was glad to have that bond with Ichigo and not the many other males that had pursued him.

Perhaps the mating season, for the both of them, wouldn't be either lonely or hellish, but maybe just the opposite.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed. I know I did, I love me some uke Grimm, though I never really write it. Hahaha, how does it feel to be subjected to my uke torture, Grimmy? I'm sure Ichi enjoyed the break.

Oh, and yes, I thought my title was lul. :D

I'm lame, I know...

Sacred Part II will most likely be the next to be posted, so stay tuned! :)