Pandemonium
Ch 3 The Calm?
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Chapter outline/warnings: Grimmjow is a downright grumpy individual who finds himself in comprisable situations, Ichigo finally finds his feisty nature and Kenpachi's love for hand-to-hand combat is well known. Kinda slow for action- needs more plot growth. Chapter starts off right after Grimmjow leaves Urahara (before he and Ichigo have their first encounter).
When he slammed the door in Urahara's face, Grimmjow gave a tired smirk and eye roll. The damn bastard knew him too well. Striding down the vacant hallway, Grimmjow's thoughts traveled from the incorrigible paper fan his commander irritated him with to the thoughts of his team. They'd been together for a while now, knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses, filling out all the edges that were left vacant to ensure everyone's survival.
When one was lost, a hole appeared and it seemed to swallow the rest in its yawning wake. It had only happened three times before this. Yusei was number four. The hole seemed to be attached to a bottomless pit for it was close in pulling down yet another one of Grimmjow's soldiers.
Instead of continuing strait towards the left wing exit, Grimmjow detoured, verging down the hallway towards the medical wing one building to the right. On a usual attack day, the ward was a flurry of white coats and barking orders. It was a wonder how each staff officer knew the difference between each call.
They were in tuned with each others' shouts. Grimmjow gave a snort at that thought. It was like another language.
Standing in the center of the dusty road between Brigadier General Urahara's section and Commanding Medical Officer Unohana's sanctuary, Grimmjow took a look at the sky. He was never one for stargazing; that sentimental notion was too much for the man... then.
Now, he found the stars to be the only consistency in his hectic life. They were always there, watching, waiting for something.
To the right of their secured base was the Wastelands and to the left, more desert. All around, the army was surrounded by the cool sands of the night, and blazing grains during the day. He wondered if they just left everything- literally packed up and left without turning back- if the sand would swallow and erase their landmark.
Nature was funny like that. Everything went back to it eventually. It just... erased. There was no remembrance in nature's time.
Maybe that's what distinguished humans and the more raw natural world. Humanity brought with it the ability to remember, the ability to live forever. One achieves this by becoming a memory and shared throughout time.
Would anyone really remember all those that sacrificed their lives out here? All the people back within the walls of Karakura were continuing on with their daily lives, thriving as if nothing beyond what their eyes could see was happening. Were they blind to the war? Did they not see how Karakura needed to win?
Aizen's legion of men seemed to have lost their humanity. They weren't worth remembering, thought Grimmjow.
Shaking himself from darker thoughts, Grimmjow took a step towards the alit medical building. Pushing open a swinging door with two large red crosses painted on the panels, Grimmjow quiety made his way deeper into the building.
Upon reaching the intensive care unit, the blue haired Lieutenant General halted upon seeing both Yumichika and Ikkaku standing outside of the room.
The black haired soldier saluted to his superior before speaking. "Sir, General Kenpachi has been waiting for you to arrive."
Ikkaku gave a quick salute that usually wouldn't have flown by if it were any other commanding officer of higher ranking. Grimmjow was one of the few who didn't care much for titles and motions associated with them. Waving off Yumichika's proper salute, Grimmjow nodded towards the closed door. "He's in there?"
"Yup. Been here for a while." Ikkauku sighed and went back to staring off at the wall. "It's a good thing nothing else happened out there Grimmjow..."
"What do you mean?" That had caught Grimmjow's attention.
"Reports have come in saying that more stationed troops have been under fire from Mundo forces. They're pushing us back closer towards the city. We can't seem to figure out what it is that's captured Aizen's attention. What the hell do we have that's so important to him?" Yumichika groaned. "If he continues pushing us back, we'll move into the city districts. Which then means more beauty is to be lost at the hands of those barbarians."
"Oh shut up." The bald lieutenant shot an annoyed look towards his companion.
"Hmph. You're just jealous that out of all here, I am the most beautiful."
Both Grimmjow and Ikkaku rolled their eyes. Yumichika was at it again. Grimmjow grew tired of their small babble and opened the door, stepping into another room with rows of both vacant and used beds. A light to his right that was brighter than the others drew his attention.
"Bout time you showed up kid." That ruff voice could only belong to the demon himself.
"Kenpachi." Grimmjow glanced over at the fierce looking male, standing by the bed Light was at. "Where is Unohana?"
"She had to tend to some other business. Left a few minutes ago." Kenpachi watched his shorter companion glance at the boy resting peacefully on the bed. Even breaths coming in and out of his healing body. "We heard what happened out there."
"Tch. Fucking Aizen."
"But it wasn't all that bad eh?" The battle scarred male grinned, enjoying the blood thirsty thoughts racing through his equally blood thirsty mind. "I envy you for getting a piece of the action."
"It was crazy. They knew we didn't have sensors out in the Wastelands..."
Kenpachi frowned at that. "They what?"
Grimmjow snarled. "They fucking knew we were blind out there in the dead zone! They sent an EM burst which scrambled all our communications. Why the hell would Aizen send out troops through there of all places to breech our perimeter? Besides the now known fact that we don't have readings on the dead zone?" Grimmjow turned towards Light. " With communications severed... He got through and warned us of what was happening out there."
"Kid's a hero."
Grimmjow glared at that, turning around and briskly walking out of the room. "He shouldn't be." Door slamming behind him, not caring if he woke anyone due to his now once again raging temper, Grimmjow stomped down the hallway. "Hero's always die in the end."
Reaching barracks C in the span of one minute due to his large strides, Grimmjow knocked on the door of the night lieutenant, earning a sleepy eyed salute before being issued a room. Since Ikkaku wasn't the one who was on duty- probably pawned it off to one of the newer men- Grimmjow didn't bother to even strike up a conversation to get more information.
Deciding to just strip in the bathroom, the blue haired commander took his towel and headed towards the wash-racks. It didn't even cross his mind that there was a light emitting from underneath the door until he shoved the door open and witnessed a kid being flung backwards by the force of his swing.
That wasn't the part that made Grimmjow's mind do a complete one-eighty.
In the two seconds for Grimmjow to process the thought that there was another guy in the bathroom, the orange haired recruit had somehow stepped on his own towel. This in turn caused the loose white cotton to slip from around narrow hips onto the tiled floring.
Blue eyes went with the movement, landing on the kids package before sliding up towards a terrified face. Grimmjow couldn't find any words but thankfully after a terrible awkward moment passed, he didn't have to.
The startled youth's face broke out into a raging red blush. "Oh god! Holy shit man, watch where you're going!"
Was this naked kid bitching at him? What? Oh hell no, Grimmjow thought. "Do you have any idea who I fucking am, recruit." Grimmjow spat out.
He was not in a mood to beat around any more bushes. All he wanted was a fucking shower. Was that so much to ask for after his day of hell? It obviously was and Ichigo's brain seemed to think slower than his mouth. "You could have hurt me!"
"The fuck if I care. I don't even know you." Blue eyes glared at a twin pair of flustered brown.
"Well Mr. Asshole, my name is Ichigo."
Grimmjow couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. How did this orange haired recruit pass the eye exam if he couldn't even see the ranking sewn onto Grimmjow's tan uniform? It was right at the shorter boy's eye level!
Then it dawned on him. Grimmjow was in the recruits barracks. No wonder the ki-Ichigo didn't show respect to a commanding officer. Glaring, Grimmjow stepped around the still partially naked male, heading towards the showers. "Just get the fuck out."
He didn't want to waste his time with the other. Shower... sleep...
"I don't even get the name of the guy who almost killed me?" He heard Ichigo shout back.
Killed? How could Ichigo even think about saying that in a bathroom of all places? Control finally snapping, Grimmjow whirled on the younger boy. His blue eyes were ablaze with pure rage. "You don't even fucking know what killing is you under-grown little shit! Before you go running your fucking mouth, use your fucking brain before next time I really decide to end your fucking life!"
Ichigo's mouth clamped shut, eyes widening when the larger male came towards him; instincts kicking in, telling him that a deadly predator was ready to strike. After Grimmjow's tirade, the blue haired man was panting, eyes still burning fiercely. "I-I'm sorry."
"Tch. That's all people ever fucking say. Weak." Grimmjow pulled away from the stunned boy against the wall and turned around without another glance back.
When the man turned the corner, Ichigo took in what all had just happened. He was thrown back by the other entering the bathroom, entered into a verbal attack and nearly had his head ripped off by the obviously angered individual now occupying a shower.
What the hell just happened?
Bending down to pick up his shirt, Ichigo saw the chunks of dirt and sand trailing across the once clean white flooring. 'You don't even fucking know what killing is...'
Ichigo's once groggy mind kicked in at full force and the boy was almost blasted backwards again, this time by his own stupidity. Taking a peek around the corner, the shrugged off military gear and dirty army boots confirmed his suspicion. There was blood still on his uniform- lots of it too.
That man... he had been out there.
Ichigo swallowed, eyes trying hard not to glance back at the bare back of the other male. Just what had happened out there that caused the guy to completely loose his cool like that? Was it really that bad out there? Of course it is, he thought.
Ichigo's eyes dropped down, away from the now steaming bathroom and the obvious temperamental male in it.
Turning around and leaving older man to his earned privacy, Ichigo felt a string of shame run up his spine. How could he just assume that war wasn't 'that bad', that he could 'do it' without any sort of problem? Ichigo had heard war stories, listened to the tales being woven by tongues of those who had yet to experience it first hand.
Now, Ichigo was living in one.
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After he had walked away from the obviously fear stricken boy, Grimmjow went towards an un-used shower and turned it on. Stripping himself from days old clothes, he grimaced at the smell. Death wafted throughout the small area Grimmjow occupied.
Dried crusts of blood broke off from the fabric, falling onto the floor and bleeding once more.
Stepping underneath the warm spray, feeling running water dance down his battered body, Grimmjow sighed at the simplicity of this relieving source. People back in the inner city had their cars, their video games, their cell phones... No one would understand what it was like to just revel in the joy of feeling water on your skin, temporarily washing away the day's events.
Grimmjow cringed when his bullet wound was touched with water. Maneuvering himself so that the now damp bandage was out from the direct spray, Grimmjow's hands moved the un-scented body wash up and down his body.
Reaching his lower area, the blue haired lieutenant general found himself grasping a now hardening cock. It had been nearly a week for him since he last felt release.
Head touching the still cool white tiled wall, Grimmjow moved his left hand up and down his hardening, thick shaft. Gripping around the base, he slowly pulled upwards. Warm, battle calloused hands provided a rough, but not painful, texture that just amplified the sensations. Taking his thumb after another quickening tug, Grimmjow rubbed it over the head of his swollen erection.
He gasped at the feeling.
Hips jerking forwards into a firm hold, the man continued working himself closer towards a much needed release. The near death experiences, the blood, the pain, the Ichigo.
Hand quickly removing itself from a now whimpering erection, Grimmjow flung the shower temperature gauge to cold. An arctic watery chill gushed over him, dampening his once burning member. How, in the name of all layers of hell, did that fucking orange haired brat popped into his head then?
"Today is not my fucking day." Grimmjow growled, turning off the chilly shower.
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"Get back up on your feet!" Kenpachi roared across the sparring arena.
Renji rubbed the side of his lip where the larger man managed to land a crushing blow. It caught Renji so off guard that the red head collapsed onto the dry mixture of dirt and sand. Spitting onto the ground, saliva- a mixture of opaque and red- seemed to quickly dry up in the heat of mid-day.
Ichigo had been watching the fight for the past ten minutes. Renji's ability to hold his own in a one-on-one fight was interesting to watch. Body dodging powerful cross punches and swift kicks, Renji's fluidity reminded Ichigo of a reed.
By no means was he implying that his new found friend was resembling a swaying plant physically, no, it was the way Renji saw movements coming at him mere milliseconds before and dodged out of the way. Maybe it was Renji's rougher life prior to his military joining?
Another shout and grunt signaled that Renji had once again misjudged General Kenpachi's advanced training. Falling to the ground again, Renji lay there panting heavily. Chest rising and falling in rapid succession, the red head's tattooed brow was covered in sweat. "Fuck man."
A shadow above his face caused Renji to crack open his eyes to see his commander standing over him, a cut lip sealing itself with solidifying blood. "Spunky little shit aren't you?"
So that one random jab had hit the bulldozer. A cocky grin was Kenpachi's reply. "I try, Sir."
"Kurosaki!" General Kenpachi shouted, eyes leaving the still grinning red head. "Get your ass in gear. You're up next!"
Ichigo started some, his commander's shout pulling him from last night's events. After Ichigo had left, he couldn't seem to shake the rough soldier's behavior and attitude. What was it that happened to him? And more importantly, why the hell was he- Ichigo- putting so much thought into this? He didn't even know the guys name!
Taking a deep breath and passing by Renji, who gave him a reassuring nod, Ichigo stood to face his commander for a second round of hand-to-hand combat training. He needed to focus on the fight, not think about some blue haired bastard like the last time... which did not go too well.
The first round ended poorly, Ichigo having little experience in fighting with the precision the man before him commanded. He had been knocked on his ass more times than appropriate which caused Kenpachi's temper and agitation to rise.
Now, after getting is ass kicked and then watching, really watching, the way Kenpachi moved, Ichigo took in and analyzed the visual data.
He wasn't an ex-med student for a nothing. Find pressure points, he thought to himself.
A small grin made itself present on his face. If General Kenpachi wanted a fight, Ichigo would bring his knowledge of the human body down upon the now rushing male. "Let's go strawberry!"
Kenpachi came at him from the front and Ichigo instinctively stepped back, preparing his body for impact. The dark brown haired male shouted out, "Stop listening to instincts," before feigning right and completely knocking the wind out of Ichigo's lungs.
Staggering backwards, Ichigo glared up at the other. How the hell was he supposed to tell his body not to listen to his natural instincts? He didn't have time to ponder further when another left hook was swung towards his head.
Ducking out of the way, Ichigo gave out a pathetic excuse for a kick, one which Kenpachi grabbed in mid-air and used it against the younger trainee. Both the general's hands clamped around the appendage and flung Ichigo to the side.
Rolling along the ground, churning up dust, Ichigo's brown eyes widened when he saw Kenpachi coming after him again. This guy is fucking crazy, Ichigo thought before scrambling out of the way once again. Kenpachi was usually very forwards in his assaults.
Head on collision seemed to be the older man's preferred plan of attack- only feinting right or left when he thought his target would deflect him. Maybe if he...
Ichigo pulled the same tactic as he did earlier and couldn't suppress the adrenaline tingling through his system when Kenpachi feigned right. Going with the direction of Kenpachi's jabbing fist, Ichigo landed a quick blow to the man's exposed lower stomach.
A quick, precise punch delivered to the lower abdominal region near the stomach was a nervous system that, when struck, caused a jolt of pain that triggered the brain to instantly protect the more tender area by doubling over.
Kenpachi grunted and did just that. Right after he knocked the living daylights out of Ichigo with a roundhouse kick to his exposed back. "Never turn your fucking back on the enemy."
Standing erect again, Kenpachi glared at the gasping boy on the ground. The kid, at first, seemed to have zero talent for any close combat. Yet after the second sparring session, it seemed that Ichigo's talents lied elsewhere. General Kenpachi, as soon as he felt Ichigo's hand digging into the lower area of his stomach, knew that the kid must have had some semblance of medical training.
It was not common that your average individual knew just where to strike to cause such pain. He would have to look into that later. "Ten minute break you little shits!"
Kenpachi didn't even bother helping the still gasping orange haired boy on the ground next to his feet. Hell, he was still pissed that Ichigo had landed a blow like that in the first place.
Walking over to his friend, Renji crouched down and grinned. "You're somethin' else, aren'tcha?"
Pulling himself up, Ichigo shook his head, sending a light dust cloud off himself. "Something like almost dead then yeah."
Offering his hand to Ichigo, Renji pulled the other up and they both made their way towards the water tank where the rest of the recruits inhabited. Day three and it had already felt like they'd been stationed out here for at least a couple of months.
Time passed differently out here.
Ichigo's mind then wandered back to last night when he came face to face with a man who had seen some bad days. Yesterday probably being one of them. Just what was the blue haired soldiers name anyways? Ichigo never saw him on base before...
"What're you thinking about Ichi?" Renji inquired, seeing the orange haired recruits eyes glazing over in thought.
"Hm? Oh... nothing really." Collapsing on a shaded wall, Ichigo sighed at the brief reprieve his body was granted.
Renji leaned up against the same wall, arms crossing over his chest as he examined the other. "Doesn't seem like it's nothing. Come on Ichigo, you can tell me. We're friends right?"
A smiled tugged at Ichigo's lips. After only three days, he found himself already befriending the other. "Well... you know how last night I went to take a shower right?"
Renji nodded, allowing for Ichigo to continue. "I was coming out and then this asshole completely knocks me over when he opens the damn door."
The red head snorted and adjusted his issued standard green t-shirt. "What was the jerks name that's gotten you so riled up?"
Ichigo shrugged. "Didn't get it. He wasn't a regular."
Stretching tired muscles, Renji pulled his arms above his head. "Like anything around here is what you'd like to call 'regular.'"
Seeing orange hair shaking from is perephrial vision, Renji glanced over at Ichigo. "There's more to this, isn't there Ichi?"
Nodding, Ichigo's honey brown gaze took off into the distance. "He was from out there Renji."
"Out there?" Twin pools of obsidian traveled with Ichigo's own.
"Yeah. There was blood over his uniform."
Renji's gaze swiveled back towards his companion. "Like real blood?"
Ichigo shot Renji a scathing glare. "No you dumb shit, fake blood. Y'know, cornstarch and red food dye? The hell Renji, of course if was real!"
Holding his hands up in defense, Renji's eyes widened. "Calm down there Ichi, I was just joking."
'You don't even fucking know what killing is.' "Just shut up Renji."
The red head scoffed. "Well fuck man, what's gotten up yer ass that's making you so bitchy all of a sudden?"
Ichigo shook his head, trying to forget the loathing remembrance of the blue haired male's words. He couldn't believe that the man's words were still affecting him so much after last night. "Sorry Renji."
A smile appeared on his friend's face again. "It's cool Ichi. Listen, don't let what that guy said affect your training alright? I still don't know why you're here but it's gotta be for a good reason. Don't loose your focus alright? Promise me that."
Nodding his head, Ichigo grinned and knocked fists against Renji's. "It's a promise."
"Cool." Renji sighed when Kenpachi's shout echoed over the area. "Guess we need to get back to ass kicking eh?"
The two shared a laugh, hastening over towards the training ground. "It's for my sisters."
"What?" Renji inquired.
"My sisters you asshole." Ichigo hissed at the other who was obviously enjoying the revelation a little too much.
Lining up next to Ichigo, Renji smirked. "Family boy."
"Fuck you, you pineapple head."
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"Sir, I just filed the reports from our five day recon and sent them over to Brigadier General Urahara to confirm the written report to your debriefing."
Grimmjow nodded towards Rukia and the black haired woman took that as an OK to speak freely. Her commander informed them multiple times that he didn't fancy long titles and names others were fond of. "Grimmjow, Shinji and I went to check on Light. He's awake. CMO Unohana said that he would be sent on medical leave for a while. How long she didn't say."
"Fuck..." Now, Grimmjow was down three men. His team slowly shrinking. It turned out that the other critically injured soldier didn't make it last night after the hours Unohana and her advanced medical team spent trying to stabilize the boy.
"According to the new statement issued by command at Base 1, Chief Yamamoto, we will be sent on leave until others will be able to fill the empty spaces on the team."
"What?" That was something Grimmjow didn't want to hear. Just because his team was down three able troops, didn't mean that they were a handicap! Yet, according to regulations, it was too much of a risk when the numbers weren't set up correctly. There would be too many adjustments to future recon missions that the tacticians did not have the time to spend recalculating. "Who will be sent in to take over our missions?"
When Rukia's smirk appeared on her soft but battle hardened face, Grimmjow felt a pit growing in his stomach. Rukia's smirk meant that it was someone who Grimmjow had a beef with, someone who'd cause the already short tempered Lieutenant General under Urahara's command to be on a constant short fuse.
"Air Commander Byakuya Kuchiki."
Blue eyes widening, Grimmjow threw his hands up into the air before slamming down on the nearby wall. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me Rukia. That pompous asshole?"
"Watch it Sir, that's my brother you're talking about." Dark eyes narrowed playfully towards the other. Rukia was always different from her older brother. Being adopted into the Kuchiki household at an early age, the girl grew up around military. They had wanted her to follow in the Air Commander's footsteps, becoming another one of the great jet fighters. She pulled a fast one and wanted to be stationed out on the ground where she thought she would be able to do most good. Her communication skills were highly valued and she was signed on with the Lieutenant General Grimmjow Jaegerjaques's recon team. For the past couple of months, her assets to the team were well known and respected. And her deadly skill with a rifle was something out of this world entirely.
"I don't fucking care who it is! Fuck it all, why the hell, out of everyone, does it have to be him?" Blue eyes closed in agitation, the daily headache slowly creeping in. Byakuya's haughty, holier than thou attitude towards ground forces made Grimmjow see red. The Air Commander saw himself above the rest of the ground bound soldiers just because he was the one in charge of protecting the air and, more or less, ground troops' asses out in the field. The man made sure his presence was known. "I just know that he will give me a hard time for calling in for back up..."
"He's not that bad. A little rough around the edges but you'll warm up to him."
Grimmjow bristled, mouth dropping open then snapping shut. "I would never warm up to that pampered ass."
"I'm joking, Sir. Besides, Central Command has issued out more flight troops to the outter bases such as ours. Being the first line of defense against Aizen, we need to hold our ground and keep those bastards back." She smirked. "I'd be thanking him if I were you. His skills are needed here more than anywhere else." The haughtiness within the family seemed to even run through Rukia's veins. The woman grinned triumphantly.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Grimmjow groaned in annoyance.
"Poor thing. You're not out shooting guns or slaying the enemy and you turn into a pathetic little kid." Rukia chided the older male.
Grimmjow snarled. "The fuck?"
The dark haired woman laughed and waved her hand towards the door. "Forgive me Sir, but it really is too much fun- pestering you that is."
Standing to his full height, the blue haired Lieutenant General scoffed and headed out of the communication's center where Rukia was busy working away. Even though his job was currently put on hold, Rukia's skills were needed elsewhere. "I hear General Kenpachi is with the new recruits. Maybe you should go check out the fresh meat and see who we might need?"
"You're just trying to get me out of here."
Smiling dark eyes moved away from narrowed blue. "Not at all Sir," she said sarcastically.
"Tch. Whatever." Grimmjow turned and left his communications officer to her new duties. When he woke up earlier, the first thing he tried to do was track down where his KIA troops were and paid his respects. Meeting up with the rest of his team and telling them that they were all on a temporary leave until new troops would be able to fill the vacant spots, Grimmjow had headed towards the communications center to find a working Rukia. She had connections with other bases and higher command- Grimmjow was able to keep track of other bases' movements and actions which in turn helped form his own.
Base 9 was going to be receiving a new arrival of men within the coming week. If Chief Commander Yamamoto was ushering out more troops to fortify the outer ring of bases and command centers... "Aizen's planning something..."
Maybe he would go out and see what this crop was like. If Kenpachi was the one ordering around the greenhorns, there'd be some good selections. The man knew how to harden people's resolve. Hopefully, Grimmjow wouldn't come to regret making any of them whilst out in the field. They didn't need any weak hearted soldiers too frightened to take a life that was trying to take theirs. A moments hesitation meant death.
Stepping into the blinding sunlight, Grimmjow headed over towards Kenpachi's training ground. It wasn't common for Generals to be the ones out training recruits, but as usual, Kenpachi would never be one to pass up an offer to kick some ass.
What Grimmjow hadn't expected was seeing the very same tuft of orange hair as last night, standing amongst a sea of other recruits. Of course Ichigo had to be here! Who was he kidding? An onslaught of memories rushed back through Grimmjow's mind; especially the one where he eyed up the young recruit. "Someone up there is out to get me. I'm fucking sure of it."
TBC
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