I'M BACK...after what seems like forever. I know I said slow updates but I didn't think that I'd be this slow. The last year of high school is a real bitch. Why was I not warned? (-~-) Oh well.
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The song I picked at the beginning was my main inspiration for this chapter, so I thought I'd share it.
Warning: Strong language, some OOCness, violence/gore, sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having mind-blowing sex every second.
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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
Crossfade - Cold
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The crescent moon hung lifelessly in the darken firmament. Thick clouds hid the stars, creating a halo-like effect around the moon. Harsh, icy winds howled throughout the city, leaving frost on various windowsills. In one of Karakura's many alleyways which never seemed too appeared until twilight, a lone lamp post flickered constantly. Leaning against its rusted pole, a shrouded figure hummed under his breath. The yellow light of the streetlamp illuminated the person briefly; showing how he was too formally dressed to be seen in that part of town. Italian leather shoes enclosed his feet which crossed at the ankles. Navy blue tailor-cut trousers honed his long legs, which had a starched-pressed shirt tucked neatly into them. The man had a matching waistcoat and jacket wrapped around his frame. To finish off the outfit was a cerulean tie, grey trench coat draped over his shoulders and a classic black fedora.
"Now where is she?" He mused aloud.
No soon than he spoke, a soft thud drew his attention a little ways down the alley. There stood, the woman in the black kimono. Her long violet tresses cascaded down her back, ending right above the rear. The top of the kimono pooled at her shoulders, exposing her dark chocolate skin. Around the woman's slender neck was an ebony bow; as if she were a cat. The material of the attire hugged her body, the large knot on her stomach pushed up her very noticeable breasts. Her lean legs were unclothed as the kimono folded like a V slight over mid-thigh while the back collected beneath her, creating a trail. The female's feet were bare; the long-sleeves were bundled up and pressed together as her hands gathered warmth from the fabric. Even in the dark, her gleaming yellow eyes remained trained and forced on her surroundings.
"Aren't you late Yoruichi?"
"Aren't you overdressed?" She retorted.
Clicking his tongue, the man gestured for her to come closer. Gracefully, she drifted towards him, not caring in the slightly as she passed through a puddle. Once before him, she knelt down and placed a light kiss onto his hand. He gripped her chin, pulling her up towards him. The man's other hand wrapped around her waist, jerking Yoruichi against his chest. Her hands clutched his jacket. Cautiously, he guided his lips to her mouth. They pressed firmly against one another eagerly. Releasing her chin, his hand slid into her dark locks, massaging her scalp tenderly. The woman in the black kimono tightened her hold on him. Their tongues moved to the rhythm of their own private tango. Both their hands itched to caress one another more passionately but they couldn't. They couldn't risk his scent being found on her. Soon, too soon, the need for air was overwhelming, they parted and she relaxed her head on his torso while his fingers combed lightly through her hair.
"Care to explain why the hell you're so formally dressed?" She inquired.
"Why to see you of course my dear!" He said playfully which made her snort in amusement. After a moment of silence and a glare, he spoke again. "I've been watching a lot of American gangster movies lately. It's so boring at home with you."
"I'm sure that there are plenty of things to do but you're just too lazy."
"Ah! How hurtful my dear Yoruichi."
A short laugh escaped her lips at his childish antics. Usually, the violet haired female wouldn't put up with such but being away from him for so long was taking its toll on her. Pulling back slightly from him, her yellow eyes bore into his deep blue ones. Yoruichi could see the relief he felt knowing that she was well and unharmed. She could see the pain he felt everyday knowing that that other man touched her as intimately as he used to. She could see his anger at not being able to do anything about it. She knew he hated being powerless. The man in the trench coat could see her disgust at that man's touch upon her skin. He could see the worry that they might one day be caught and he killed. He could see the warmth which she held for him and only him.
"Yoruichi, tell me what's happening right now?" His tone turned serious.
"Ichigo has been in Las Noches for almost month now. He made contact with Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on his first day. Everything is happening much faster than anyone expected."
"It is Ichigo after all. How long do you estimate the break out?"
"At the rate things are going, I say a month, maybe less."
"A month huh? I'll need to contact the others to make sure that all preparations are ready for his arrival."
The blue eyed man untangled his fingers from her hair and dipped them into his coat pocket. As he drew out his phone, Yoruichi clasped his hand. Looking up at him again, he noticed the fear in her eyes.
"What happened?" He asked apprehensively.
"Over the last seven days, it hasn't been Ichigo."
"How is it not…" His voice faltered as realization hit him. "Shirosaki? Why is he out?"
"I don't know but I haven't told that man yet."
"I thought you said that he put up a block?"
"He did and that why I'm confused. I have a feeling that Jaegerjaquez might be the one who helped destroy it. Unintentionally that is."
The man brought his other hand up and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "We need to get rid of Shiro as fast as we can. He'll delay everything."
"He's no longer around though. Neither of them is. Jaegerjaquez is currently watching over the body", she whispered tiredly.
"Fuck! We have to get his body out of there now. If Ichigo and Shiro are doing what I believe they're doing, we need to stop them now."
"Are you going to call-!"
Yoruichi's body stilled before convulsing fiercely. Biting down on her bottom lip, she muffled the screamed which threatened to tear threw her throat. A dribble of blood trailed down her chin.
"I have to go, he's calling for me", she coughed.
"No, I've barely gotten time to be with you. Do you expect me to suffer through another two months without you?"
"You know I don't want to leave you. You know that I suffer as much as you do. It is you I love, not him", she murmured softly, running her thumb across his lips.
"Just stay a few more minutes, please", his voice broke slightly as he pleaded; he knew it was useless but did it nonetheless each time they met.
"If I stay any longer, he'll become suspicious and I'll be punished."
"Go my love; I'll take care of things on my end."
"I'll return as soon as I can. Take care."
Crouching down, the woman in the back kimono braced her legs before springing herself into the air. The trail of clothing fluttered behind her as she landed on the ledge of the building. With a one last glance below her, she took off into the night allowing the darkness to become a part of her. The man below gripped the phone in his hand tightly. Flipping it open, he dialled a number and pressed it to his ear. After the first ring, the person picked up the phone.
"We have a problem; it's Shiro. Send them in now."
"Fucking hell."
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An unlit cigarette twirled through Grimmjow's fingers. His brow was pinched in frustration and lips curled into a snarl. Three days. Three fucking days, neither the brat nor his evil twin had shown up. He wasn't any asshole's babysitter. How had he let the situation get so out of hand? It didn't only make him feel weak but look as well. The reputation of the Espada would go down if their boss was seen to be a man which falls to the beck and call of some pretty face. Crushing the cancer stick, the shut-call focused his eyes on a small male with scruffy black hair in a ponytail.
'That one would have to do', He smirked to himself.
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Ichigo heaved up as the shock of awakening ran through him. Ragged panted huffed out his lips as he tried to regain his bearings. His coffee eyes were blurred but he could vaguely make out that he was inside his cell. Confusion furrowed his brow as he wondered where Grimmjow was. Shiro told him that the shut-call had agreed to watch over his body but it seemed like the man wasn't doing a very good job of it. Resting his feverous head on the cool cement wall, the orangette sucked in deep breaths trying his calm his raging heart. He felt as if he had died and come back to life. Every part of his frame felt stiff, locked and unwilling to cooperate with him.
Once he felt like his body was back to normal to a certain degree, he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and stood. His knees buckled a little under the unexpected weight but it wasn't something he couldn't deal with. Ichigo made a mental note not to abandon his body over a long period of time. That is, if three days could even be called a long period. Maybe he should have listened to the Old Man's warnings about the repercussions. Even if he wasn't training with his physical body, it seemed like it was affected nevertheless. Either way, pain or no pain, he was able to accomplish what he set out to do and now all he needed was to find Grimmjow and inform him of the break out.
Sighing tiredly, Ichigo left his cell, a little cautiously as he wondered why it was unlocked. Focusing on his surroundings, he realized that there wasn't anyone in the building. Quickly, he made his way over to the door leading to the courtyard. Pushing it open, he was temporary blinded by the sunlight but instead his eardrums heard everything for him as they blasted by the sound of roars. When the orangette's sight adjusted, he wasn't quite sure what was going on or to make out of the situation before him. Every inmate was out; some stayed a distance from the crowd by the wall, and others had the tables set along the outline of the mass so they could have an aerial view of what was happening. Making his way over to the group, Ichigo stood right behind them, trying to peer through to see what the commotion was all about. Above the shouts, he could hear grunting and the dull sound of skin on skin.
Knocking the man in front of him lightly, "What's happening?" the orangette asked.
The man turned with an irritated look on his face but it immediately turned to fear when he saw the orange haired male. "Tensa Zangetsu-sama!"
Gauging the man's reaction, Ichigo felt very smug. Shirosaki had done exactly what was asked of him. It was only a matter of time now. The inmate stumbled into another, making space for the known murderer to pass. Like dominos, the rest of the prisoners scrambled way from him, allowing him to walk through the crowd unburdened. As he reached the other edge, he saw two men attacking each other. Both sported bruises across their bodies, one had a broken nose and the other a fractured wrist. Neither seemed to backing down as they lunged at each other against. The man with the broken nose reached out and grabbed the other's injured wrist, causing the man to scream and fall to the ground. The first man brought his foot up and it collided with the second man's nose.
"Pay backs a bitch ain't it?" He laughed. His attention was then diverted to the table near him. "Pantera-sama I've beat it!"
Ichigo's own concentration snapped to where the shut-call was seated. He had leant back so he rested on the table. One of his arms supported his body weight while the other hand drew the cigarette from his lips, the gray smoke making a ring in the air. Grimmjow's legs were wide apart and in between them was a young man. The man had ebony hair in a ponytail that swayed as he bobbed his head up and down. The blue haired male had a look of indifference on his face, as if he was unaffected by the blowjob. The other Espada were littered around the table, not paying any particular focus to the fight before them. The cyan eyed male took another long drag before answering.
"Kill him."
The inmate nodded eagerly, pulling a knife out his jumpsuit. Ichigo stepped forward at that point, plucking the knife out the man's hand and sent him a dark look. Both men scurried away, casting a look towards the shut-call for help.
"Aren't you supposed to be some sort of peacekeeper Grimmjow?" Ichigo questioned as he threw the knife down.
Ulquiorra stood from his chair separate from the table. "Watch your tone inmate 001500."
The orangette watched the cuarto puzzled. He could feel the hostility rolling off the man. Why was he so tense? From what he knew of the man, Ulquiorra rarely saw anyone as a threat. Then why was he behaving like Ichigo was danger to him and he was nothing more than a hopeless victim?
"Is there something I can to for you Kurosaki?"
Ichigo eyes switched back to Grimmjow's. The man wasn't even looking at him. He was far more interested in the damn clouds. But the amber haired male couldn't fight off that small feeling of jealousy as he watched the dark haired male suck.
"I need to speak with you."
"Is that right? Because I don't really have anything to say to you."
The shut-call leaned forward and placed his elbows in his thighs. He flicked away the cigarette which Yammy graciously crushed under his shoe. Grimmjow cupped his chin in his hand, the other started to play with the ponytail.
"I don't give a fuck if you have nothing to say to me. So get your ass up" Ichigo hissed.
The hand with the braid froze. Slowly, he pushed back the man below him and zipped himself up. "That's enough Ggio. Get lost."
The man Ggio whimpered but did as commanded. The blue haired male stood, dusted off his jumpsuit. Stretching him arms above his head, he popped his joints as he sauntered over to the orangette. Once face to face, Ichigo scanned the other. His azure orbs were blank, exposing nothing of how he felt. Those lips, the cinnamon eyed male want to feel on his own again, were set into a passive line. Everything he looked for on the man was off. He didn't have that wild glint in his eyes or that cocky smirk. Grimmjow's posture was straight and held authority in it. It always did but he couldn't put his finger on why he was getting a strange vibe of the man.
Ichigo felt pain shoot up his chest. Looking down, he saw the older male's fist buried in his stomach. A cough escaped his lips, followed by a mouth full of blood. He knew the asshole had a mean right hook but he didn't expect it to feel that bad. The orangette wasn't even aware that the other male was going to hit him. Normally, he would be able to sense any sort of emotion aimed at him which usually give him an advantage over his opponent. Glancing at the shut-call's face, it was still the same. Blank. Reaching out, the amber haired man tried to steady himself using Grimmjow but was quickly stopped by a blow to the head. Again, he didn't even see the cerulean eyed man lift his arm to elbow him. It was like he was moving in slow motion and everyone else was in normal time. More blood pooling in his mouth and some dribbled down his chin from his own spilt lip. Taking a few paces back, he spat the liquid out and wiped himself.
"Do you know who I am Kurosaki?" The shut-call asked, unfazed by the other's predicament.
Ichigo frowned at the question. They both knew that he did, so why ask? "Are you going to tell me why you felt the need to assault me?"
"See? This is what I'm talking about. Kids like you piss me the fuck off."
Now, he was completely lost as to what was going on but he wouldn't stand for being called a brat. The look must have shown on his face because the older male laughed at him. But the laugh was unlike anything he's ever heard. It was uncontrollable, inhumane and completely insane. Feral and dangerous, it made the hairs on his neck stand up. Rolling up his sleeves, Ichigo felt his blood boil and wasn't quite sure why. He bent and picked up the knife. Spinning it a couple times in his hand, he gripped the handle before moving his hand back and throwing it forwards. The blade whizzed through the air, slicing into the shut-call's shoulder ceasing his laughter. Grimmjow gazed at the knife for a moment before yanking it out of his arm. Tossing it towards Yammy, he flexed his arm a couple time before a grin weaved onto his lips.
"You really thought a knife would injure me? You certainly don't know who the fuck you're messing with."
This time, the orange haired male was ready for the attack. Grimmjow's punch came swiftly and he dodged only to be kneed in the side. Spinning round, Ichigo aimed a kick at the other's head but it was caught. Using it to his advantage, he twisted his body round and kicked back into the shut-call's stomach. The grip was released, allowed the orangette to land a firm round house kick at the other's jaw. The blue haired male stumbled back and grinned.
"That's what I like to see. But you'll have to do better than that to take me down."
Ichigo felt the Getsuga forming in his palm. The energy was overflowing, needing a quick and easy release. Smiling to himself, he moved to the other male with his right arm drawn back. The Getsuga's power began to leak out of his body, slicing the skin of his hand. The shut-call watched in amusement at the sight. He had to admit the sight was pretty damn appealing. Then the orangette disappeared from his view. Puzzled, he glanced to the side and froze. He didn't have time to raise his arms to defend himself as the bloodied hand connected with his chest. The overwhelming feeling of the Getsuga pulsed through his body, knocking him off his feet. Slowly by slowly, Grimmjow could feel the thin blades slice through his blood vessels. He knew in that one moment, he would die if he didn't stop it.
That's when he felt it.
That hunger. That thirst to kill. To destroy everything. Grimmjow could feel his heartbeat speed up to an unimaginable rate. It screamed in his ears. His frame shook with pleasure, not only having the chance to fight someone who could be considered his equal but from the thrill of his animalistic side taking over. The first parts of his body to change were his hands, turning into blacken limbs and the spikes. The teal markings under his eyes darkened and surrounded them, trailing back towards his ears. Pantera's pupils dilated before turning into slits. Opening his mouth and exposing his row of razor canines, a feral snarl rumbled out of his throat.
Ichigo's eyes widened at the shut-call. Something coursed through his body. It was something so foreign yet familiar at the same time. Fear. For the first time since his mother's kidnapping, it was the first time since he'd felt the raw emotion. He felt like the prey being stalked by the predator. Never in his life had he encountered anything that made him want to kneel and beg for forgiveness. Shaking his head, the orange haired male cleared those thoughts. He would not bow to an animal which could easily be tamed. He was stronger than Grimmjow; they both knew it, especially in his current state.
Ulquiorra watched the scene from his position on the bench, wondering whether or not he should intervene. He knew better than anyone what the shut-call was like when he was half transformed. Breathing in deeply, he started to make his way over the blue eyed male but was stopped short by the other's voice.
"Don't worry Ulquiorra; I know what I'm doing."
The pale man looked sceptical but nodded anyway and sat back down. Grimmjow flexed his claws and walked towards Ichigo.
"You know Kurosaki; I have no doubt that you'd be one hell of a good fuck. But unfortunately, I won't get my dick wet with you when I'm done."
Cocking his eyebrow, "Are you confident that you have what it takes to beat me?"
"I know I have what it takes."
The blue haired male braced his legs then propelled himself forwards. His claws reached towards Ichigo but the other shifted back, aiming a punch with was effortlessly dodged. Grimmjow considered briefly to use his ace but thought against it. Too much damage would be caused and he didn't want to give Aizen the chance to analysis it. Throwing himself to the orangette again, his hand sunk into the other forearm. Ichigo let out a cry of pain and jerk back, not minding the pieces of skin and meat that were wrenched from his body as he did so.
"I guess those claws aren't just for show after all", the coffee eyed male hissed.
"What can I say Kurosaki? I like to use all my toys."
The duo stared at each in silence. Ichigo hated to admit that the wound was causing more damage than he originally thought it would. He wasn't sure whether or not Grimmjow knew but the spikes seemed secrete some sort of poison. Glancing at his cut hand, it was evident that the use of another Getsuga with it would mean the loss of the limb. From the looks of the way the blue haired male was panting, it was clear that the transformation was taking its toll on his body. As cliché as it was, they were down to their last attack until the next battle.
"Let's give it our all in this attack shall we?" Ichigo said.
Laughing, "Don't puss out on me, if you get scared I'm going to hurt you."
Grinning, the orangette focused the Getsuga Tenshō on to his other hand and was able to regulate amount of power he put into it. Whilst keeping a mass of the energy in the centre of his palm, he also sent some to the tips of his fingers to shoot out; just in case the attack ended up being long-ranged. But a part of him knew that the attack was going to be close-combat. Looking back on everything he knew about the shut-call, the man enjoyed the splatter of guts in his face. Ichigo knew that he could use some of Shirosaki's movements to catch the other off guard but there was a high chance that it would be expected. Though his own techniques were still safely hidden, being up against an foe like Grimmjow meant that the man would figure him out soon enough, if the fight even lasted that long.
The blue haired male rolled his shoulders and pondered on which attack he should go for. He opted for a close-range only because he wanted to see the look on Kurosaki's face when he lost or when he died. Either suited him perfectly. Yet at the same time he readied a long-range attack to be on the safe side. Grimmjow didn't know how the kid worked, so he wasn't going to risk losing his head over a simple mistake. Sure he'd seen Shiro in action but they were practically different people, so it would be wrong to assume that due the fact they shared a body meant their movements would be the same. Unless, the brat was going use Shiro's tactics to throw him off and then come in using his own style. Just the thought of such a plan made him smirk in delight.
Like a chime signalling the time, the two shot at one another, arms calmly at their sides. The first move came from the shut-call who raised his leg into a high kick. Expecting the blow to come get his face, Ichigo lifted his arms to stop the hit. Grimmjow smirked as his plan worked, quickly lowered his foot and slammed it into the other's already wounded torso. Gasping, the coffee eyed male spat out the blood and locked his upper body around the leg. Tightening his grip, he set his legs apart and flipped the older male over his head, driving the other's face into the tarmac floor. Releasing the limb, Ichigo scrambled up and stood above the body before smacking his palm on the back. However, Grimmjow rolled over before the hand connected with him and swept his leg along the ground, knocking his attacker down.
The shut-call leapt up, deciding that now was the time to use his prepared attack. As he sucked in a deep breath, he didn't see Ichigo ready his hand for his long-range assault. Four, thin black energy waves jetted from tips of the younger male's fingers, piercing through Grimmjow's body. Two went into the legs, another through the stomach and the last through the throat. The blue haired male clutched his neck, amazed at the amount of blood leaving the pen-sized hole. Even more so when he realized he was bleeding from the nape of his neck as well. It seemed that not even the thickened skin of his half transformed body was enough to stop the hit. Smirking, he looked down at Ichigo, completely unfazed by the attack.
The orangette would never allow it to show on his face but he was utterly taken back by the fact that the Getsuga had no effect on man. Normally with the amount of energy he compressed into the rays, a person would be bleeding to death on the ground. Although the other was bleeding, he was still able to stand perfectly as if nothing had happened. It made Ichigo anxious with the reason that he was facing an opponent which would take a lot of his power to kill or even harm greatly. He knew from the start that Grimmjow was no ordinary man but to the extent where severing his nerve ending did nothing to him was deeply troubling. Blood should be pooling in the blue haired male's lungs yet he still breathed in without trouble.
Pouncing forward, the shut-call wrapped his hand around the orangette's own neck and yanked him up into the air. He made sure that he grip wasn't too tight; he didn't want to accidently kill the guy. He'd rather do it intentionally.
"Do you get it now Kurosaki? Because if that was your last shot then I really do pray to whatever deity in the world that by some chance you make it out of my attack alive."
Ichigo said nothing as he glared down. He was calculating a plan to distract the other enough to drop him. With that given opportunity, he would use a contact-only Getsuga and claim his victory. There was a chance of using the long-range one again but it might end up like the last. If he decided to use his legs, they could be easily stopped by a hand before reaching their mark. Arms were definitely out of the question, struggling would only satisfy the bastard. An idea clicked in his head.
"Why don't we compromise here, Grimmjow?"
"And why would I do that when I have you exactly where I want you?"
"Are you such that you have me where you want me?"
"What the hell do you mean by that Kurosaki?"
"I'll admit defeat only if you fuck me first."
A grin spread across the cyan eyed male's face. He certainly hadn't expected such a proposal. Even though he did want to be inside the other badly, he wasn't stupid enough to fall for such trick. After years of experience, it was obvious that the minute he put the amber haired male down, he would strike with whatever attack he'd been planning in his head.
"Lovely proposition but I've got to say no."
Not giving Ichigo a chance to reply, he crashed the orangette's frame to the ground. It didn't bother him in the slightest that his fingers were going to be sore for a while, having being caught between cement and the other's spinal cord. Too busy worrying over his fingers, he didn't notice he small, smug smile tug at the corners of the brown eyed man's lips.
"This is even better than what I had originally planned", the orange haired male sneered.
Warmth spread across Grimmjow's chest causing him to gaze down. Flattened against his body was Ichigo's palm, the heat of the Getsuga Tenshō prickling into his skin. Due to their proximity, no matter how fast the shut-call could try to move, the attack would get him regardless. Although his life was in danger, he felt calm, as if he had nothing to worry about. The feeling made him laugh mentally. He wondered if the younger male intended on killing him or just brutally damage some of his major organs. Still, the thought of either happening just didn't seem to sink in. The reality of it wasn't yet…reality to him.
A large explosion prevented Ichigo from discharging the pulse. Both their head snapped into the direction of the main building; noticing the thick clouds of smoke and raging flames. Glancing back at each other, Grimmjow stood and pulled the other male up with him. The shut-call nodded toward the rest of the Espada who had sat and watched the fight in a quieten state, keeping at bay any of the inmates and guards. They all stood, understanding the silent command and made their way to the structure. Another blast erupted, the sound much closer than the previous one.
"Looks as if like this fight has to be continued, Kurosaki." He muttered, slipping backing into his usual state; seeing no point in staying in it any longer if he wasn't going to use on the kid.
Ichigo simply nodded in response as the duo set off through the throng of hectic prisoners. Neither was sure of who was so daring as to bomb Aizen Sosuke. Judging by the bewilderment on the orange haired male's face, it was safe for Grimmjow to assume that the younger male knew nothing of what was going on. The orangette wouldn't even suspect the cerulean eyed male due to the fact that if he wanted to leave, he didn't need something as trivial as bombs to do so. Thanks to the shut-call's display of dominance in the courtyard, all the inmates were out of range from the detonation, unfortunately ―or rather, fortunately depending on whose point of view it was― most of the guards were caught in it. This meant that those trying to escape in the chaos were free to do so. However, Grimmjow's command to his gang members meant that they were to secure exits and damaged areas of the building. In the process, they were to stop only those inmates who could be considered a threat whilst the others of unimportance were free to do as they pleased.
As they rounded one of the corners, the sight of gutted prisoners and guards littering the white, tiled floor. Hidden within the debris, a presence made itself known. Immediately, the two went into an offensive stance, fists flexing and clenching. The figure chortled but made no attempt to move towards them. Grimmjow was in no mood to contemplate on whether or not the person was a friend or enemy. They had the audacity to interrupt his fight and he didn't take kindly to such. Like the way there were individuals in the world who didn't do mornings, he was the type who loathed being disrupted; especially in the middle of something crucial.
"My, my, looks like I came at a bad time. Were you two in the middle of something before I showed up?" The person called out.
The presence stepped closer to them, though they could only tell by the sound of glass and rocks being crushed by heavy-set boots. Each stride got louder as the individual drew nearer. Soon enough, its shape was visible in the cloud of smoke.
"Why are you always so hostile, Ichigo? It's been such a long time since we've seen each other", the silhouette stepped out, allowing the two males to see it. "I might go as far as to say that I've miss you."
Ichigo tensed violently before spitting out a single name. "Ginjō."
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Well, that's as much shit hitting the fan that you'll get in this chapter. I will try to get another chapter out before the holiday is over. Key word: Try.
Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Any errors you notice let me know so I can change them. Mainly because this chapter was written fairly quickly.
Until next time! (*￣▽￣)ﾉ