First Blood Chapter 2: First Blood, a bleach fanfic

Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Aporro [in character, not name] and Vicenta Acere) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.

Vicenta cackled, rubbing her hands together excitedly and watching as Grimmjow hefted the last of her spherical cameras out of the compound for her and positioned them carefully into the small niches she'd made by digging her feet into the white sand. Finally, everything was falling into place…

"Fuckin' a…" Grimmjow growled, lowering the tenth and final very, very large camera into it's little recess in the sand, "Just how heavy are these things?"

"Eh, tonne, tonne and a half…" Vicenta waved him off, pointedly ignoring the glare he threw her way as she walked to the nearest unit and pressed down on a panel, tilting back slightly as it popped open before leaning forward and tying something onto the keypad hidden underneath. "Now, to activate the basic programming…"

Grimmjow watched her carefully, frowning slightly. He trusted Vicenta… for the most part. There were two things about her, though, he was wary of.

One was her anger; she tended to get really pissy and, as a result, too sweet; the combination of him knowing she was pissed and her acting too nice meant she was planning something big and painful.

The other was her technological prowess.

'The kid's an absolute fuckin' technological genius,' Grimmjow thought to himself, jumping slightly when her ten camera units flashed and jumped to life, 'But sometimes… her creations get out of hand…'

Vicenta had a thing with putting AI into her programs, and while they were usually quite ingenious and helpful, there had been a few times when she'd gone overboard…

'Like that one time she installed that self-expanding AI in that mecha…' Grimmjow shuddered, 'I never wanna fight one of those things ever again.'

This project, though… seemed fairly safe. Just a bunch of giant, flying cameras. Sure, they had lasers, but the lasers didn't even pierce; they didn't even singe. All they did was lay out grids that showed on the photos the cameras took to give a comparison for judging distance. Nope; other than their obscene weight, which could probably knock even Stark out for a few hours if one fell on him, there was nothing dangerous about the giant pods.

Still… that didn't mean he trusted them.

As soon as the first pod was up and going, the rest followed and started ascending, and once they got thirty feet up they froze, hovering, started shaking violently, then rocketed straight up and out of sight until they were pinpoints.

Vicenta and Grimmjow covered their heads as a several sonic booms crashed down, making the sand whirl and leaving them standing in the middle of the crater when they could finally lift their heads again.

They both looked up, Vicenta grinning excitedly when she saw that all of her units were following the proper figure eight flight patterns, all flying at uniform speed, all awaiting further orders.

"Alright, and now for the final step…" Vicenta pulled out her handheld, accessing the network of the aerial units and opening the file with the trial orders. As soon as she typed in her password, the units stopped their figure eight flight patterns and froze, their figuration forming a circle; within seconds they all were shooting off in different directions, and then they were out of sight.

Grimmjow stared after them for as long as he could, then glanced at Vicenta, barely blinking when he saw tears streaming down her face. She tended to get very emotional when she launched a new project, and he was used to it.

Still… didn't mean he wasn't going to jibe at her.

"Aww… is Mama sad to see her babies go?"

"Oh, shut up." Vicenta growled, her voice breaking slightly as she lowered her head to rub her eyes.

Grimmjow chuckled, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "So, you done now? Can we go get a bit of fun in before dinner?" He grinned widely, biting the side of her neck sharply.

Vicenta growled, reaching back and grabbing his side, digging her fingers in and grinning when he growled. Grimmjow liked rough foreplay… But he wasn't getting any right now.

"Sorry, Grimmjow." Vicenta reached up and kissed his neck, then twisted out of his arms and started heading back inside, "I have to start the activity monitor for the cameras. See you in my room in an hour?" She smirked when Grimmjow glared at her.

"You'd better make it fifteen minutes or I'm hunting you down and fucking you wherever I find you."

Vicenta twitched and blushed, then stuck her tongue out at him and turned on her heel, flashing back into the compound.

Yes, very true, she and Grimmjow had been together for a long time… A very long time. They'd had sex (awesome, terrific, spine tingling, toe curling, mind numbing sex that had sometimes left her paralyzed but highly sensitive for hours) countless times, but that didn't mean she was open about it.

Vicenta was a very reserved person about her sex life when it came to discussing it out of the bedroom.

'Stupid horny men…' She grumbled to herself, then sighed and closed the door to her computer lab behind her, allowing herself a small smile as she corrected out loud, "Stupid sexy horny men."

"I'm back…" Vicenta rasped, whimpering when she had to move her arms to shut the door behind her. She'd managed to stay within the timeframe Grimmjow had given her, but she'd ended up doing some heavy lifting that had gone wrong when she'd sped through it.

Long story short, her arms hurt like hell.

But it seemed Grimmjow wasn't about to let that hinder their plans.

"Finally." The blue-haired, cat-like Arrancar growled, lunging and slamming into Vicenta.

Vicenta let out a half-scream of pain, but the sound was quickly strangled by a deep moan of pleasure as Grimmjow bit down on her shoulder, his hips grinding painfully against hers.

Unintentional pain was one thing.

Intentional pain Grimmjow inflicted upon her in a sexual way was, for some reason or another, extremely gratifying. Which worked out for both of them because, even if he tried, Grimmjow wasn't very good at being gentle.

Groaning loudly when Grimmjow continued to grind against and bite her, Vicenta lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, encouraging Grimmjow to start thrusting against her rather than just crushing down.

Vicenta's moans got louder and louder the harder he thrust against her, her lower lip quivering when she felt him stiffening through their hakama.

"Grimmjow!" She rasped, arching up as one of his hands moved behind her to grab her ass.

A feral snarl bubbling in the back of his throat, Grimmjow seized her and flashed them over to her bed, pressing her stomach down against the mattress.

Vicenta shuddered and let out a muffled whimper into her pillow as her hakama was ripped from her body, her backside bare to the cold air. She then yelped and squirmed when two cold, ramrod straight fingers were thrust into her.

"Uh… uh… uh… AH!!" Vicenta screamed, her back bowing down and her hips sticking up, "GRIMMJOW!!"

"That's right…" Grimmjow growled in her ear, pulling his fingers out and tearing her jacket off, "Scream my name." He nipped at her ear hard enough to draw blood, "Scream it…!!"

"GRIMMJOW!" Her head shot up and her eyes widened as he thrust into her, ignoring the pain lacing up her arms from her strained muscles as she focused on the pain in her still-unprepared body.

It was too quick.

It hurt like hell.

It felt too raw…

And she loved every second of it.

Grimmjow's rapid thrusting gradually got easier as her body quickly worked to lubricate itself, spurred on by how aroused she was getting from the pain.

Her back arched as she got closer, and Grimmjow pressed his chest down on her back, his hands gripping her shoulders with bruising force and his teeth clamping down on her shoulder again. When her arms gave out he kept her up, and when he felt his climax coming he pulled back until he was almost completely out, then thrust back in quick, hard, and strong, his teeth digging into her skin harshly and his nails dragging down her back from her shoulders, both actions making her bleed.

"Grimm… jow…" Vicenta rasped as the pain of his actions made her reach her end, her legs turning to water and everything in front of her eyes disappearing briefly in a flash.

Had she had it in her, she would have screamed his name one final time, but what little energy she had had left when she'd come into the room had quickly been sapped… for reasons that should be rather obvious.

When she came back to her senses she was numb from her hips down to her knees and her back and both shoulders felt excruciatingly painful. It felt fantastic… and when Grimmjow slumped down on top of her and started licking the still-bleeding bite on her shoulder, she couldn't hold back a breathy moan. He still hadn't pulled out yet, so having him shift around felt odd.

"G'night…" Grimmjow grunted into her ear, tongue flicking against her lobe as he licked the blood from his lips and one hand gently trailing down her side in a manner than was almost apologetic, as if a belated 'sorry' for his callous treatment (not that an apology was necessary).

There was something else in it, too.

She understood him perfectly and could read past his inability to properly express some of his emotions.

"I love you, too…" Vicenta mumbled, curling up against his chest as he finally pulled out of her and closing her eyes, drifting off into a dreamless, deep sleep.

Activating…

Loading.

Loadi—

Accessing network. Entering password "KVG6639OF01".

…Access granted.

Now enabling Prototype Aerial Pod Alpha, serial number 0-000-000-001, development name EX-ZA, abbreviated name PAPA.

…PAPA enabled.

Now accessing data code file "Initial Run".

…File accessed. Code processed.

Now uploading instructional code onto network.

…Code uploaded, code accessed by all other units.

PAPA is now opening all access ports back to home base.

PAPA is now activating mapping grid system. Adjusting lens. Camera on standby.

Grid in alignment. Now calculating comparative measurement a—

WARNING. WARNING.

INCOMING UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT.

MASS IS ESTIMATED AT 74.8427411 kg, APPROACHING AT 398 KILOMETERS PER HOUR.

IMPACT INEVITABLE; ESTIMATED TO COLLIDE WITH PAPA UNIT IN 22 SECONDS AND COUNTING.

WARNING.

SENDING MESSAGE TO HOME BASE.

WARNING.

WA—

Meryl made a note of the exact time at which she lost contact with PAPA, then continued observing and running diagnostics on the remaining units.

Several human-sized, dark figures stared one another down, each swelling their spiritual pressures dramatically as they silently fought for dominance.

"Enough!" The only one raising their reiatsu as a defense against the torrent of pressure around them snapped, lips drawing back over sharp teeth as the figure snarled, "We aren't here to fight amongst one another!"

"Why did you call us?!" One of the angry ones hissed, "Tell me before I gut you here and feast upon your—"

"I said enough!" The one shouted, muscled, sinewy body tensing as he resisted the urge to lunge and rip out the impudent whelp's tongue. But the one knew that it was instinct that was attempting to drive their actions, and the one had to overcome it. "We have greater problems to deal with than our own territorial issues…"

The figures fell silent and still.

The one who had summoned them was right.

They had to deal with this large, smooth, round hunk of strange, hollow black rock before them.

No… no that wasn't right. Rather, they had to deal with the ones who had made this thing.

"The Broken Ones…" The one rasped, growling, "They made this thing…"

"Wretches!"

"Disgusting!"

"Heathens!"

"Half-bred beasts!"

"We've been tolerant of their presence for far too long." The one snarled, looking at the others who had gathered, "Yet we all know no one of us can take care of them on their own… Not with the shinigami on their side."

"Are you suggesting we… collaborate?!" Another recoiled quickly, slit eyes narrowing and nictitating membranes sliding into place as the eyeballs bulged slightly.

The one's eyes slid over to the speaker, thin, sharp, backsliding slices of bone on the top of its head trembling and laying back flat against the skull. "Are you suggesting we allow these disgusting creatures to continue to inhabit our home?"

The group fell silent, a slight breeze blowing and making sand tinkle against the meal surface of the PAPA unit.

"…We can kill these creatures." The one said at length, "We can drive them from our home… We can reclaim Hueco Mundo in the name of those it rightfully belongs to." The one lifted its foot and slammed it down on the camera pod, denting the metal but doing no more, "We can finish what should have been stopped when those shinigami worms first came crawling here."

"…I agree." Another one said after a moment, nodding, "We need to take care of this infestation before they reproduce beyond our control."

"Tell any you find." The one snarled, turning and showing his back, "And warn them of the red beams."

On his back was a perfectly straight area of skin that had been melted down to the bone, cauterized by intense heat. A third degree burn; a clean cut.

First blood had been spilt.

Fun in The Sanctuary~!

And the Chef is…!

Ichigo creeps behind Grimmjow, his back hunched and his face screwed up in concentration as his eyes dart down the dark halls they pass, making sure no one is creeping up on them. He hasn't been this tense since he'd invaded Las Noches…

"Kurosaki, control yer damned reiatsu!" Grimmjow snarls, throwing a withering glare over his shoulder. "Fuckin' levels keep risin' when you're tense… Why haven't you learned to control that?!"

"Fuck off!" Ichigo snaps back, not bothering to dignify the former Sexta's question. "Now… which way do we go?"

"Fuck if I know."

"GRIMM—"

"Will the both of you just shut up?"

The orange and teal-haired cohorts freeze, glancing over their shoulders and nearly jumping they're met with the flat amber stares of the father and daughter Grantz pair.

"Honestly," Vicenta sighs, "Have neither of you heard of stealth?"

"Dear, don't bother questioning beings of lesser intelligence on their dexterous arts; you'll never get a straight answer since they can't define it." Szayel sighs dramatically, ignoring the outraged protests of Grimmjow and Ichigo and continuing, "My daughter heard about your curiosity as to the identity of El Sanctuario's cook and decided she wanted to know, as well. I came along so that I can subdue the cook when you've managed to make her thoroughly pissed off; now, let's go."

The three curious teens follow Szayel as he briskly leads them to the kitchen, opening the door and gesturing for them to go inside.

Upon entering, their jaws drop.

"SZAYEL'S FEMALE TWIN?!"

"APORRO-BITCH?!"

"MOM?!"

A haggard and now thoroughly pissed Aporro spins around, dark bags under her eyes, her hair lank and stringy and an evil grin Gin would be proud of stretching across her face as she brandishes a meat cleaver with murderous intent, "Hehehe—"

The three teens shrink back in fear as the crazed woman storms towards them. They then blink in shock as a red blur shoots past them, a dart burying itself into Aporro's neck and dropping her flat. When they turn to Szayel, he sighs, a smug smile twitching on his lips.

"I've been the woman's mate for almost two hundred years." He waves the discrete handheld tranquilizer gun, "I'm always packing."