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Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 12- King of Beasts, God of War
It was nothing but thunderous roars and cheers of the audience in the large stadium. The early evening sun was filtered by thin hazy clouds, the first night since the start of the drought from weeks of clear skies. The humidity stuck on Ichigo's skin as he exhaled softly and waited for the most anticipated fight of the games. Since late morning, he had watched one fight after another, with each one he waited with his heartbeats jumping louder than before. It was Aizen's idea to secure the primus to Grimmjow, and so he was sitting next to the senator in the pulvinus as he waited with a sense of impatience in his mind.
One of the reasons why he had only looked ahead at the arena.... was that he didn't wish to face Ginjou, who was seated behind his uncle. Upon arrival earlier today, he froze at the sight of the army commander nearby, fleeting memories of the attack filled up his mind the moment the older man saw him. But before it can go any further, Aizen quickly led him to his seat, and nothing else could be discussed. He could feel the narrowed eyes on him and internally he shuddered, Ginjou's presence was hard to ignore so easily.
".... Are you excited, Ichigo, that Grimmjow's fight is coming up?" Aizen broke the ice and Ichigo glanced up at him.
"Yes, but I'm just as worried," he nodded. "He was training as hard as he could for this event, but he believes that he could win this." Hearing this, Ginjou tightened his jaw muscles and wanted to retort at the statement, but he bitterly held his tongue. The teen doesn't want to be near him anyway, and talking to him wouldn't do any good. "Thank you for the gift, Aizen. I believe it'd give Grimmjow a better advantage for the primus."
"You are most welcome, Ichigo," Aizen smiled lightly. "However...." he sighed, glancing at him. "I understand your worries, since your fighter's against a fearsome gladiator. You've heard of him, haven't you?"
"Yeah.... he said to be a giant, having the ability to wield a weapon as heavy as a normal man, although with a bare hand he can bash a skull in," Ichigo pointed out. "Helmet and all, I might add."
"Sounds pessimistic with the way you say it," sighed Aizen though with a light smirk.
"True, but the only disadavantage is that he's a slow brute," nodded Ichigo. "The only problem is that his opponents often charge ahead, only to get decapitated immediately as a result. Hopefully, Grimmjow might figure that out...."
"Grimmjow? You're talking about the final fight, Ichigo?" Ichigo glanced up to notice Byakuya and Renji, though the red-haired slave-- with his arms bandaged from his battle earlier today-- were the one who talked.
"Renji, don't question out of turn," Byakuya calmly chastised, taking his seat next to Aizen.
"Oh, sorry about that, Master," nodded Renji. "I was just curious about the final fight, that's all."
"Didn't you talk to him in the barracks, Renji?" Ichigo asked.
"Not really, he kept to himself, probably trying to figure out how to deal with his opponent," he replied. "Can't say I blame him...." Ichigo nodded in agreement, and his attention back to the blood-splattered arena. He wondered how Grimmjow was really dealing with it.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow took deep breaths through the mask of his plumed helmet, his hand gripping tightly of a brand-new sword edged with steel. He had never knew of metal stronger than iron, but he assumed it to be harder and more expensive to obtain since only the edges and the tip were coated with it. The new armor was also hard to get used to, but it wasn't that heavy for him to move around in. The iron plates scraped and clanked softly with each step, as he walked up to the gate. The crowd was rowdier than before, as it was the primus.
They were roaring his fighter name 'Bestia', and for the first time he wondered why he was called that. The Romans probably would not care for his real name, but only Ichigo cared. He smirked lightly at the thought of the teen, his resolve with him seemed to have lifted his spirits in the last few days of training, something that he hadn't felt for several months. His chest tightened with anticipation, he truly deserved it as horns blared in the air.
"People of Rome.... the final match of the Vulcanalia will come to a close, appeasing Vulcan to distract him from forging fire on the human world!" said the announcer. "And as such, the gods has blessed us to offer sacrifice of blood and swords! I give you .... Bestia! Murmillo!" Grimmjow growled once the gate had opened, and he sauntered out to the blood-stained ground under the deafening roar of the crowd. He glanced up at the pulvinus and saw Ichigo in the front row of the seats. He then noticed Aizen next to him and Renji and his master.... before his glare hardened at the sight of Ginjou.
Even from the distance, he could see him sneering at him and he growled back in return. If that man believed that he will fall, then he would have to prove him wrong. "Now, people of Roman....!" the announcer called out, catching the Gaul's attention to look at the gate on the other side of the arena. "I'll give you the Champion of Titans, who can destroy his enemies in a single blow! A monstrosity that can wield a weapon that not even Hercules could do so....! I give you.... Gigantes Cero!"
Grimmjow unknowingly sucked in his breath as the other gate opened, before he felt the ground trembled from a heavy stomp. "Shit...." he gasped, with his eyebrows tensed, the moment he saw the man. No, not a man.... it really was a giant as the opponent stepped out. He looked even bigger than Kenpachi, even from a distance, and he shuddered. A small sense of fear took over him for a moment now that he saw the giant walking closer to him. He had never felt fear before, not since he was a child, as his cyan eyes glared up at him.
He was colossal, by height and weight, and his beady dark brown eyes crinkled with glare down at the Gaul. His small head was covered with a black iron helmet with his thin black ponytail sticking from underneath the single protection. In his large, dark tanned hands, held an extremely heavy double-axe, possibly capable of chopping off limbs with ease. Grimmjow's heart thumped heavily, and before he realized it, the fear quickly turned into excitement as he grinned widely.
This was the biggest challenge he had to face, and he was surprised with himself that he was still standing under the presence of a monster. From the pulvinus, Ichigo took a deep breath at the sight below. The visual differences of size and strength between them were immense, something that he was afraid of. But as much as he was afraid about it, he was still optimistic for the sake of Grimmjow. He wanted his fighter to win, no matter what. Ginjou, however, watched silently but with utter contempt, as his eyes narrowed.
He wanted the Gaul to fail, and by doing so, he will be killed by his defeat. Then the barbarian wouldn't be an obstacle, as Ginjou's gaze lingered over to the anticipated teen. He will wait until the blood spilled, and then he would make his moves.
"Gladiators.... begin!" The so-called giant grinned and took a step forward, the ground trembled but Grimmjow's feet was still frozen in place. Either out of bravery or stupidity, the opponent doesn't care as he chuckled.
"Ready to die, you little rabbit?" he sneered. But rather than feeling fear and panic, a strong sense of excitement tingled in the Gaul's body as he bared his teeth with a wide grin.
"I could say the same thing, you fucker....!" he sneered. Within a second, his opponent's face contorted into an annoyed scowl.
"I'll chop that damn smirk on your face, you Gaul bastard!" he bellowed, lifting his supremely heavy weapon over his head. But before he could even swing it down, Grimmjow quickly dodged to the side with a tuck-and-roll. He got to his knees a second later, amazed with himself how versatile he was despite of the iron armor before he dodged another blow. Seeing how bursts of sand erupted the moment the axe struck the ground, Grimmjow made an immediate decision to ditch his shield, knowing that blocking wasn't a good option if the axe can hack through the wood.
"Such a fucking behemoth you are...." panted the Gaul, glaring at him as the Cero turned around heavily. "Just like those stories.... that even giants can be fallen by man."
"What bullshit you're spouting about?" he growled, lifting his axe up again. His motions were relatively slow, Grimmjow noticed, as he jumped back. How was this lummox a champion was beyond him. He was too huge, too slow, probably wouldn't comprehend a simple sentence said to him. "Quit scuttling around, and die areadly!" he scowled, swinging the heavy axe around with such ease as he moved forward.
"Fucking shit....!" Grimmjow gritted, he felt a sharp woosh of air by his head a micro-second before he dodged back. "That was close.... too close!" he wheezed with his heart jolting wildly. He saw bit of blue feathers on the ground and his eyes widened. So this brute really wasn't the one to mess with, even if he could manage to catch him off-guard even for a brief moment. A second too late, and his head would have been rolling.
Ichigo let out a shaky exhale, after he didn't realize that he was holding his breath, as he watched what had happened with widened eyes. For a second, he had thought for sure that Grimmjow was a goner when that giant swung at him. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists tightly, as blood pulsed in his ears. It was overwhelming to see him dodging from the brute constantly, that it was making his heart race intensely.
"Goodness, I thought for sure the Gaul's head was gonna get chopped off....!" gasped Renji, watching the scenes as he stood behind his master. "I'm not sure if he could handle this....!"
"Nothing can be done about it, Renji," muttered Byakuya. "Against the opponent like him, accepting defeat is not the option. Either he wins or he dies, that's all." That didn't sound so good to Ichigo, who shuddered despite the heat. He watched Grimmjow scattering around from the Cero's attacks, and a shiver of concern was felt through his heart. He didn't want him to lose.... or to die.
"Grimmjow...." he frowned.
"Ugh! Shit....!" Grimmjow grunted and jumped back from the blow, his stamia and speed dwindling bit by bit from dodging so much as he panted heavily. Under the heavy iron helmet, sweat dripped down his face and drenched the skin like long-forgotten rain. The giant had a wide range whenever he swinged the heavy axe, but there was a chance that he couldn't change aim at the last moment if Grimmjow were to dodge in a different direction. That would be difficult, but it was worth a shot once he thought about it.
"Here goes....!" he gritted, with two hands he gripped his sword and charged head-on towards his opponent.
"Ah, Grimmjow....!" Ichigo gasped sharply in disbelief. "Oh no, he can't be serious!" But Ginjou sneered at the turn of event, the barbarian would die instantly if he tried to attack that way.
"Die, you Gaul bastard...." he seethed under his breath.
"Heh.... die!" the giant sneered, raising the weapon over his head. Time slowed the moment it swung down, Grimmjow could practically feel the weight of air going down on him. But he grinned, now it was the perfect chance. With a quick shift of his footing, he dodged to the side like before. But he was closer this time, and swung his blade close at the giant's side.
The crowd cheered the instant they saw the first blood spilled, though many gasped impressively at the Gaul who was the first to do so. Even Ichigo, whose eyes widened before he smiled a little. "Yes! I think he got it now....!" he smiled, while the army commander behind him glowered in disappointment. Grimmjow chuckled when he saw the giant staggered back, before the bigger opponent let out a greatly annoying growl. The cut on his side wasn't so shallow but it was deep enough to bleed.
"Fucking bitch, I'll hack you to pieces!" he snarled angrily, stomping forward with the massive iron weapon swinging at Grimmjow. However, with his sharp eyes noticing the unorthodox change of attacks again, rolled to avoid the attack then got to his knees. He quickly realized that the giant's back to him and went for the next strike. "Fuck....! the Cero yelled out when the blade sliced at the back of his leg and he stumbled forward.
"Shit, I really can't believe you're some kinda champion," grinned Grimmjow as he panted, and the giant lummox turned to glare heatedly at him. "What? Can't take it from a Gaul like me, you huge piece of shit?"
"You dare to cut me, you little bastard! I'll bash your head in!" he growled with pure rage.
"If you can catch me first....!" he sneered, before jumping away from another swing of the axe. He got it now, by making his opponent angry his attacks became erractic and not completely focused. Meaning, there was a better chance of openings he can get to. Plus, the opponent was too heavy to catch up with him and was too slow to react for a counterattack. The only main problem was the double axe, he knew that he could be taken out by one single swing and that would be the end of him.
He had to figure out a way to take that out of the element. And he must do it fast, as the giant staggered to hit him. He dodged to the side once again, and with his strength, swung at one of the arms. "Shit....!" he scoffed and quickly moved back, the attack was too superficial despite of the steel-edged sword, as the blood trickled down the fatty arm.
"Grr, trying to take out my arm, huh?" snarled the giant, and Grimmjow nearly stiffened by the knowing glare on him. It was as if he finally figured it out, as his huge opponent then grinned stupidly. "Well.... how can you, if you keep scuttling around like a rat? You can't even kill me with the way you're acting! Pathetic piece of shit....!" Grimmjow forced himself to jump back from the swing of the man's axe. He felt it from the sharp force of air that the attack was now more controlled.
"Damn it....!" he cursed under his breath. He thought the brute was simple-minded but he caught on to his plans quicker than expected. Now he has to find another way, as he glared for any opening. Seeing the body language on the arena ground, Ichigo's smile was short-lived as he frowned in disbelief. It appeared that the giant gained the upper hand now, something he would not want to believe. The teen then glanced up when he noticed the sky darkening with thick clouds, whether it was onimous or not by the gods.... he wasn't sure.
".... He's lasting longer than expected," Ginjou finally spoke out, snapping Ichigo out of his thoughts and he glanced at him. "Much longer than those inbred shitheads that got butchered by that behemoth.... but I doubt that he will live just the same."
".... I don't believe you, Ginjou, so I don't care about your opinions," Ichigo frowned, turning his attentions back to fight. That comment made the commander bristle in annoyance. He should have expected that, after what he had done to the teen, but it was still irritating that Ichigo still put his faith on a barbarian.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow moved quickly to avoid the slamming swing, huffing heavily from the constant movements. He got the patterns from his opponent's attacks; if he were to swing side to side, then the Gaul had to move back. Swing it downwards, then he moved either to the side or jumped back. Thinking quickly, he wondered if he could move forward for a strike, but he could not put in plan when the giant gave a side swing. "Shit....!" he hissed, jumping back. The sharp blades were close, and if he hadn't relied on his instincts, his entrails would have expelled out of him. The Cero sneered, despite of his wounds, before letting out a dark laugh.
"Seems like you're running out of steam, you stupid shit....!" he sneered, his heavy foot stepping forward. "Now hold still and die!" He raised his axe high, and Grimmjow noticed that before making a quick-second decision. It was risky, but he would try.
"Hyahh....!" he yelled out, diving forward and he succeeded avoiding the blow from the axe.... but he didn't expect another blow, from a strong fist colliding against the side of his head. "Guh....!" he choked out a surprised grunt, he felt his body flying before fumbling across the sand. High-pitched ringing vibrated in his head due to his helmet, as he tried to get to his feet. That hit was far stronger than Kenpachi's when he attempted to spar with him, and he staggered with his vision blurred. He could instantly taste the blood drooling from his mouth, and a throbbing headache soon came up. He had underestimated him, and that was his downfall.
"Huh.... you're still stubborn, aren't you?" sneered the Cero. "It wouldn't be fun to chop you up, I guess, but beating you down into a bloody pulp would be a better thing for you." He easily tossed the axe away with a great thud against the ground, before stomping up to the Gaul. Grimmjow was standing shakily, his hands still gripped to his sword, as he glared up at the monster going up to him.
"By the gods, what's happening....?" Ichigo gasped. "I thought Grimmjow was going to get him but...."
"Tch, that guy's got a lot of guts but this might be his last fight," frowned Renji. "The Cero's far too strong, he cannot be beaten...."
"My apologies for getting your fighter into the primus," Aizen muttered. I had assumed that he was able enough to fight him--"
"No, this wasn't your fault, Aizen," Ichigo frowned grimly, shaking his head. "It's mine.... I wanted too much for Grimmjow to win, that maybe the gods were getting tired of hearing my prayers. Nothing can be done about this now." Ginjou gazed at Ichigo but said nothing, knowing that the teen wouldn't bother listen to him. But that much was true, as Grimmjow staggered back out of reflex once the Cero stood before him. He finally got his vision back, but what good would it do when he was going to get hit again?
"Heh, so you prefer to die on your feet, you bastard....?" sneered the giant, as Grimmjow panted heavily. "Oh well.... I don't mind and I don't give a fuck," he laughed, pulling his fist back.
"Shit....!" gritted Grimmjow. There were only two chances he could think of; try to dodge or try to counter. The axe was now out of the way but by what he felt from the giant's fist, he instantly went to the first option and rolled out of the way the moment the punch came at him. He still felt the dizzying effect from the earlier attack, and he wobbled when he stood up. Many of the audience were cheering for him to keep going, though the rest were on the giant's side and wanted the Gaul to get pummeled to death. "D-damn it...." he wheezed, unaware that the heavens above him were cloaked by dark clouds with a distant rumbling of thunder.
The Cero came at him again, this time as an overweight but enraged bull, his large hands aimed to grab at Grimmjow. Again, Grimmjow couldn't counter and had to dodge out of the way. The blue-haired fighter was getting irritated about this, he had the right observance to take him down, but the giant was now getting uncontrollable. "Fucking shit....!" he growled, he was angry that he couldn't get to him like he wanted to. And he was angry that fear of not being able to defeat him was seeping up in his mind, as well as the fear of losing everything to gain his friend back and his revenge against Ginjou. He didn't want to die here, not when his master believed that he could do this.
Keeping his distance from the Cero's hulking form, he gazed up at the pulvinus and saw Ichigo. The teen's expression was filled with worry, and Grimmjow scoffed to himself. The first ever time he cared about how Ichigo felt stung at his heart, as if he didn't wish to disappoint him after everything he had put him through. He quickly turned his attention back to the giant, who charged at him. Scoffing, he had to figure out how to get him without getting cornered, as he moved out of the way as soon as his fist came down on him. But he didn't expect for the second fist slamming at his back, and he yelled out mainly in pain but also in surprise by the brute strength.
"No! Grimmjow....!" Ichigo gasped sharply and despite of himself, jumped off his seat and stood over the stone railing as he saw Grimmjow fumbling across the ground from the hit. He watched as the Gaul coughed and attempted to get up, the iron helmet fell from his head after the tumble, exposing his bruised and blood-smeared face to his grinning opponent. "Oh no....! This can't be....!"
"Tch.... if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be...." Ginjou scoffed, his words catching the teen's ears. "Face it, the Gaul will die, and nothing can be done about it. He'll be crushed, Ichigo, so why should you bother supporting him?"
".... I said I don't care about your damn opinions, Ginjou," muttered Ichigo with a grim frown. Ginjou scowled and stood up, and his uncle caught the attention with a subtly disapproving frown.
"Watch what you say about this, Ichigo," Ginjou glowered lowly, narrowing his eyes. Ichigo heard the undertone of the threat and shuddered, yet not out of fear but out of vexation and disgust as he glared at him.
"Why should I? Your opinions doesn't matter to me at all," he frowned. "Not after what you've tried to do to me...." Ginjou inhaled sharply at that and stepped forward, but froze when his uncle glared at him. The commander knew his meaning, his attack on Ichigo were close to being spilled, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Just because Grimmjow had survived from your massacre, you believe that he's a threat to you, isn't that right? Since then, you keep wishing death on him but he kept winning.... If that's the case, then he can still win this one...."
"Really? Because I seriously doubt it, now that the giant will finally take him to the fucking underworld where he belongs," he scoffed. "Noble or not, he's nothing but a savage in my eyes...."
All the while, Grimmjow felt such intense pain within his spine as the sound of his misery was caught in his throat. He knew that his helmet was knocked off but that was the least of his concerns. He needed to get up now and get away from the Cero as he couldn't think of a precise plan right now. He didn't want to be cornered like this, but he didn't want to die on the ground like a dog.
His body racked with excruciating pain from the last hit, but his forced himself to stagger away the instant another fist slammed down at him, sand erupted from the impact. "Gahh! Fuck! Fuck....!" he growled out, spitting out blood as he turned to face the opponent on shaky legs. This was far different than his spar with Kenpachi, and the Doctore was fighting all out against him. And yet.... his grip was still on the sword, his will somehow refusing it to let it go. As if he preferred to die on his feet with the sword in his hands.
Just like that legendary Thracian who dared to rebel against the Romans....
Whether it was out of pure insanity or the blow to the head was a lot stronger than he thought, he put up a shaky grin when a thought suddenly came up in his head. There was a chance that he could get killed for this.... but there was another chance that he could take him on. "Heh.... I'll bash your skull in, once and for all!" grinned the Cero who was stomping up to him, with the cheer of the crowd above. "You gave me enough trouble but I'll send you back to hell, you bastard!" he yelled with glee and pulled his fist back.
As the fist zoomed for his head, Ichigo watched with horror. This couldn't be . . . .! Grimmjow cannot die like this!.... Which was why Grimmjow's grin widened at the opportunity. "Perfect...." he rumbled, and his cyan eyes flashed dangerously.
Nobody else expected it, not even the Cero.... when he felt instant pain on two of his fingers and he staggered back. "Shit! My.... my fingers! H-how dare you....!" he bellowed out in anger and pain. In the pulvinus, Ichigo blinked and tried to peer closer of what just happened. He saw Grimmjow standing there with a wild grin on his face, before he noticed Renji laughing in disbelief.
"I can't believe it....! The Gaul pulled a risky move at a last minute!" he smirked. Ichigo blinked and glanced back at the opponent, only to finally realize blood spurting from his hand.
"Wh-what....?" he gasped in total shock. "When did Grimmjow....?"
"I see now! Before, the Cero had let his opponent go at him head-on and then hack them down," the red-head pointed out. "But it looks like the Gaul got it now! He waited for him to come at him instead of just dodging out of the way!"
"Excellent observation, Renji," Byakuya nodded, his stone eyes gazing at the arena below. "It would make sense, if one would think it through. A rather precarious move, but he managed to turn the table."
"What? I can't believe it....!" Ichigo smiled hopefully. "Grimmjow may actually win this! That's perfect....!"
"Tch, this can't be...." Ginjou gritted under his breath. He had thought for sure that the Gaul would die, but he kept fighting like always. And it irritated him.
"F-fuck! You dare to cut my damn fingers....!" roared the giant, dark crimson blood pouring down his fat hand from where his two fingers used to be as he cradled it. Grimmjow panted heavily but grinned, his opponent's pain was pre-occupying his mind. This was his chance now. Not wasting a second, he charged at him with his blade steadied in his hands. "Guh....!" the giant grunted when he felt something sharp sliced against his stomach and staggered back. More blood gushed out, much to the surprise of the audience. The Romans had never expected a fighter, especially a Gaul, to gain the upper hand so suddenly. But when Grimmjow came at the Cero once again, their initial dislike for him immediately switched into admiration an awe as they cheered louder.
"Shit.... you're taking longer to fall than expected," sneered Grimmjow, despite near exhaustion he could see that the giant was bleeding slowly but immensely. Just like his preys on the hunt, it was easier to get those who are unable to heal back what was already lost. "No matter, you're pathetic without the use of your hand...." he chuckled, a soft flash of lightning burst over the stadium. "What can you do about it?"
"You piece of shit....!" scowled the Cero, with his good hand he raised a fist and charged at him. But by the massive bloodloss, he was a lot slower than before, but Grimmjow dodged anyway. Before the giant could have a chance to counter, the blue-haired Gaul stuck at his back. The massive brute growled out in pain and fell to his knees. The fall of the so-called undefeatable man was hard to ignore, as the crowd cheered with delight.
"Tch, thought I was a goner for sure.... but it looks like the gods are in my favor," sneered Grimmjow, even with pain on his back and face he cautiously sauntered up to him. He could hear his ragged breathing but waited for any counterattack. He scoffed, it seemed that his opponent was now weakened and couldn't fight back and he couldn't wait any longer to defeat him. "Oh well.... guess it's you that's going to hell," he sneered, as he was about to raise his blade.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" the Cero roared, suddenly grabbing the Gaul by the throat. Grimmjow didn't truly expect that, as he choked from the tight squeeze. He had thought for sure that he was weak, but the giant still had some strength left as he was abruptly lifted from the ground. Many gasps emitted, especially from Ichigo, whose hope diminished as soon as it was elated. "H-heh, I'll snap your fucking neck....!" the giant sneered, staggering to stand up. "You could never defeat me, you damn bug! I will always be unstoppable....!"
"Tch.... y-you think so, you pathetic piece of shit?" gritted Grimmjow, trying to gulp in air to breathe.
"What was that....!"
"You f-forgotten.... that you have one arm to rely on," he gritted before putting on a small smirk. "But now.... you'll have none."
"What--" The Cero didn't have a chance to react, before he felt a deep slice through his arm. He yelled out in excruciation, unintentionally letting go of Grimmjow who broke his fall with his blood-stained sword. The blue-haired fighter gasped for breath but glared at the screaming man as he stood up.
"Maybe.... if you had kept that axe the entire fight, then I would've been dead by now," he growled, stepping forward. "Too bad, though.... you may be a damn giant," he then sneered, by now the giant collasped to the ground as Grimmjow walked up to him. Both arms were incapable of harming him anymore as the opponent's beady eyes glared at him. "But...."
"But what? What're you talking about?" he questioned through gritted teeth. At that, Grimmjow grinned with his sharp teeth bared.
"I'm a fucking beast, out for blood," he grinned, raising his sword over his head. The Roman audience gave out a deafening roar, as the same sound as the crackling thunder in the dark sky, as he swung it down. The next thing anybody knew, excessive amount of blood gushed from the new wound... from where the giant head used to be. Nearly everyone fell silent momentarily, only to erupt with another thunderous cheer.
"Bestia....! Bestia....! Bestia....! Bestia....!" the Romans chanted. Old and young, rich and poor, it didn't matter as Grimmjow glanced up to see them cheering for him. Then he realized; he had won.... and he had won in the primus, the title that only the best fighters can be in. And now, he was considered the best to their eyes. It felt overwhelming and yet it really wasn't. He glanced around until his eyes landed on Ichigo, who appeared beyond relieved. The teen just smiled, nearly laughing as happy tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, as he stared back at him.
Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk, despite the bruises and blood on his body. It felt good to be cheered on, but the effect seemed greater from his master, and he somewhat appreciated. "Geez.... that kid's just glad that I'm still fucking alive..." he sighed, one of his hands moving to wipe the sweat and dirt from his forehead. But his actions paused suddenly, when he felt something dropped on his arm. "Huh....?" He blinked just before he felt more drops.... of water, he realized.
The sky rumbled once again, and the next he knew, drops of rain miraculously poured down over the city and the stadium. Everyone gasped and yelled in joy, clearly stupefied of what just happened. Even the stoic noblemen in the balcony were astounded, as Byakuya gasped softly and stood up. "I cannot believe this....!" he muttered.
"This is for real, Master.... the gods are actually giving us a miracle!" Renji grinned in disbelief, his hand reaching out to feel the pelting water. "It's that Gaul.... Grimmjow, he's the one who had done this....!" Upon hearing that, Ichigo laughed and leaned forward to feel the rain. Within seconds, his hair and face were drenched as he gazed at Grimmjow. The Gaul was just as amazed, as the water washed away the blood on his body. He couldn't help but cackled, feeling the refreshing rain over him. But then he remembered something, when Ichigo mentioned about how that legendary Thracian had won. When the gods opened the heaven with rain after he had won after the primus.
He glanced up at Ichigo and smirked, holding his sword up triumphantly. "Heh, you're happy now, kid....?" he questioned, though his words were drowned out by the roaring cheer. But it didn't matter, as he already knew the answer by the look on his master's face. "Great, guess you got what you wanted now.... a living legend...." he smirked in content.
Ichigo noticed him smiling, and his own smile widened. Under his drenched bangs, he saw everyone in the arena cheering and chanting Grimmjow's gladiator name and his heart throbbed with absolute glee. He just couldn't believe it.... his fighter had done something that a very few could even accomplish. And to top it off, his victory was like a blessing from the gods with the sudden rainstorm to counter the drought. It was so surreal but he immediately accepted it. As he looked back to Grimmjow, he didn't realize that Ginjou had already left the pulvinus.
Instead of being happy and relieved that the rain had finally came, he was infuriated that Grimmjow was still alive and that he had won against a seemingly undefeatable giant. And from what Ichigo had said earlier, the Gaul was becoming too strong for him to apprehend without the public now deeming him a sort of martyr. "Tch.... I can't fucking believe this....!" he scowled angrily.
The Gaul was now a champion, and there was nothing he could do about.
(Blood and Sand)
"Uhn....! Ah, Master....!" Ginjou grunted in satisfaction at his slave Tsukishima's moans, as he thrusted hard into him on the bed. He grinned a little and leaned down to ravage at his throat. His iron grip on the slim hips was bruising the fair skin, but neither cared as it was the army commander's alone time since returning from his duty of assessing a nearby Gaul village. For a group of percieved barbarians, they were obviously afraid by the number of his subordinates when he talked to the cheiftain. He knew that he wasn't welcomed in their eyes but the Gaul villagers knew better than to retaliate when he advised, or rather threatened, the leader into consider having the local men to serve the Roman army to protect themselves from other invaders.
Not that he cared about whether or not those inferior savages could fight, as they were just expendables during battles. Maybe that was why that blue-haired barbarian and his men acted against them, as they were away when the meeting happened. It didn't matter anyway, as this region of Gaul belonged to the Empire and any actions against them will result in death. He was lenient, but barely, to leave him alive after that injury he gave him so he can sell him off to slavery. "Shit...." gritted Ginjou and he thrusted harder against his trembling slave.
"Master...!" whined Tsukishima, his cheeks tinted deeply as warm tears trickled out of his clenched eyes.
"Does my big cock feel good inside you, Tsukishima....?" he smirked.
"Y-yes, Master, it felt so good....!" he cried. Ginjou licked his lips, he was right about taking his favorite toy with him during the trip here. He was just about to reward him with a kiss, when the entrance of his tent was flapped open and a soldier stepped in. Ginjou froze in his movements, before glaring over his shoulder at who dared to interrupt him. Clearly, the subordinate didn't expect to see the lewd sight, but he quickly knelt down with his head bowed to hide his embarrassed expression.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir--" he began to explain.
"You better have a very good fucking explanation to do so, you damn cunt!" he scowled, his sword was nearby as he grabbed for it and threatened to release it out of the scabbard. "Tell me now, or your head'll leave your body if you dare to hesitate!"
"Y-yes, sir! It's about that injured Gaul and the youth!" he answered quickly. Ginjou scoffed, while his slave panted and just laid there. The master was utterly angry, so he didn't dare to move for fear of punishment. "The Gaul's health had stabilized just moments ago, he'll be ready to be sold as soon as possible!"
"Is that fucking all? What of the boy?" demanded Ginjou.
"He's to be sold first thing in the morning, sir!"
"Tch.... leave now, you piece of shit!" scowled the commander, and the soldier scurried away on cue. Ginjou scoffed, his narrowed eyes turned back to his slave before returning back to ramming him. Tsukishima winced at the sudden roughness, as his master was still angry about the disturbance. A few moments later, Ginjou let out a deep groan as he climaxed into his shivering slave. He then didn't waste time when he quickly got up and put on his uniform. "Come on, Tsukishima...." he ordered affirmatively. The slim slave, with his lower back throbbing dully in pain, simply nodded and got off the bed. Despite feeling the sticky aftermath of intercourse trickling down his thighs, he quickly put on his tunic then a thin wool cloak as he followed his master out of the tent. The army was stationed in the northeastern region of Gaul, with hundreds of tents scattered within the cleared off area of the forest.
It was drizzling that day, so their faces were speckled with mist as they brisked through the encampment, soldiers paused whatever they were doing to bow or salute the commander when he passed by them. He went towards the small tent at the outskirt of the camp, where two soldiers were guarding the entrance. "Commander Ginjou....!" they immediately greeted him with a head bow.
"The Gaul's in there?" Ginjou questioned.
"Yes, sir! He's asleep for the time being!" answered one of the soldiers.
"Let me see for myself, then," he demanded, and instantly they pulled the flap open. Ginjou and Tsukishima stepped in, before the commander's narrowed eyes fell on the long table and on it, was the blue-haired Gaul. He was clearly out since he was severely injured, with his abdomen heavily bandaged though small blotches of blood was seeping through the crude strips of fabric. Despite of his comatose state, his wrists were shackled to avoid escaping. Ginjou gazed over at the defeated Gaul, and scoffed disdainfully. "Disgusting savage.... trying to attack me when my back was turned," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Master...." Tsukishima muttered, and Ginjou glanced at him. "You're leaving him alive?"
"Tch, might as well...." muttered Ginjou. "He probably wouldn't live long through the slave trade, anyway."
"I see...."
"Commander Ginjou! Here's the youth that was with the Gaul....!" One soldier stated as he and another hauled the young teen by the shackles around his wrists. His panicked voice muffled by a piece of thick cloth around his mouth and attempted to struggle, only to falter when he caught sight of his friend on the blood stained table. Ginjou noticed him and smirked slightly, gesturing his subordinates to pull him closer.
"So this is him, huh....?" he smirked. With a rather rough hand, he reached out to violently grab at his white-blond hair that was already smudged with dirt. The boy winced from the pain but dared to glare at him with much contempt. "Tch, I'm sure you can understand what I'm saying.... but it doesn't matter, anyway," smirked Ginjou. "You're to be sold as a slave, just like your friend over there looking half-dead. By tomorrow, you're going to be property to the Roman Empire. And judging by the looks of it.... you might make a decent fuck for any disgusting old goat who'll buy you."
At that, the teen struggled to move away from him, only to get backhanded by Ginjou. "Take him away, I'll have someone to deal with him tomorrow," he ordered, turning back to the passed out Gaul.
"Yes sir....!" they nodded, and they took the bruised teen away. Ginjou stared down at the barbarian, who was still scowling even in an inactive state. He might die during the slave trade in the state that he was, meaning that he would pose no threat to the army. Not even to Ginjou, who scoffed in amusement.
"Pathetic piece of shit...." he smirked before walking out of the tent, with his favorite slave following close after him.
Drops of water splashed at Ginjou's face, taking him out of his disgruntled musing, before he glanced at Tsukishima. With them in the warm bath together, his slave silently bathed him, scrubbing against the hard chest with a washcloth. But Ginjou was still mad from the primus earlier that evening. He could still hear the loud pouring of rain from outside.... all because of that savage Gaul, who brought the rain by his sudden victory. He wanted him to die, because of the fact the barbarian had dared to assault him that night, but also that he had assumed that he wouldn't survived during the slave trade until he saw him the night he wanted to pursue Ichigo. Death seemed to get kicked away in defiance by the Gaul.
"Tch, shit....!" he scoffed, nearly startling Tsukishima from the sudden broken silence.
"D-did I do something to displease you, Master?" mumbled Tsukishima.
".... No, I'm just pissed off over the games, that's all," he grumbled. "That Gaul.... he's nothing but a fucking savage. But to the other Romans, he's now worshipped like some hero. Just because he got the fucking rain to come here." His slave said nothing, but he frowned in concern as he continued washing him. ".... Tsukishima...."
"Yes, Master....?" he muttered.
"You remember seeing the Gaul, when I was told about him being sent off to the slave trade, right?"
"Yes, Master, you let him live for that...." nodded Tsukishima.
"You think I should have killed him in the first place?" he questioned. He knew that his slave wasn't sure how to answer it, as the slim man faltered in his actions and stared at him with apprehension in his eyes. "Hmm, if I had simply killed him, then he wouldn't have won this evening's primus, and the gods wouldn't have blessed us with rain," he frowned. "It must've been fate, but I don't believe so.... So tell me, what's your opinion about it, Tsukishima?"
"I-I.... I think that you've done what you thought was best, Master," Tsukishima mumbled, but froze in fright when Ginjou suddenly gripped him in the chin.
"I asked for your own opinion, not what you think what I wanted to hear," he calmly but annoyingly chastised. "Now tell me this, Tsukishima.... what do you make of the Gaul who appeased the gods into giving rain after weeks of drought? The same fucking Gaul who dared to defy me on that day, when he first confronted me?" Fear shook within his slave, who was obviously afraid of giving the answer. Fresh tears pricked at Tsukishima's eyes, but he hesitantly reached out to caress at his face.
"I do not like him, Master.... because of the fact that he's the one who's been giving you grief lately," he answered. At that, Ginjou blinked in slight surprise before smirking, moving his hand away to settle at the slim hips.
"So you hate him, Tsukishima?" he asked.
"As much as you do, Master," he confirmed. Tentatively, he moved closer to place his lips against his master's. In return, Ginjou kissed back and felt the servant's hand traveling down to palm at his flaccid member that was slowly getting aroused. "Do you wish to--"
"You should already know the answer," Ginjou smirked as he broke the kiss and stood up, the water sloshed from the sudden movements before he pulled Tsukishima to kneel over the edge of the sunken tub. The slave shuddered; even though he was 'punished' from his master's anger over a week ago, he was already healed by now when his master slipped two of his fingers into his eager mouth. "I am ever so pleased about your opinions earlier.... as a reward, I'll go easy on you."
Tsukishima moaned softly, rolling his tongue around the digits until it became completely coated and the fingers pulled away, thin trail of saliva broke from his lips. "M-Master.... ahh!" he panted when he felt one of the fingers promptly pushed through the tight yet very eager entrance.
"You never cease to bore me, Tsukishima...." Ginjou chuckled softly, enjoying the wanton sounds coming out of his slave.
(Blood and Sand)
"Ugh, I need to teach you how to read and write our language, Grimmjow! I can't read this gibberish you gave me....!"
"At least you're not calling it remedial or primitive!" Two days since Grimmjow had won in the primus, all of Rome had hailed the Gaul as a hero. 'God of Rain' he was being called ever since, but back at the villa he was still treated the same as if he wasn't the one who ended the drought. Ichigo seemed to be the only one who was estatic that Grimmjow had won, though, and agreed to send another letter to his mother. "Don't get why you're mad about it, kid," scoffed Grimmjow, flapping said written letter around. "It's the language of my people so what's the big deal?"
"I already told you that messengers can't deliver it without the Roman language," sighed Ichigo in exasperation. "It's easier that way, Grimmjow, especially since much of Gaul is controlled by the Empire--"
"Yeah, yeah, I got that," frowned Grimmjow. "Speaking of which, had my mother sent anything back after that first letter? It's been a little over two weeks, after all."
"Your tribe lives very far away, so of course it'd take a while," Ichigo huffed before holding his hand out. "Now can you please dictate the words, so I can write it myself?"
"Tch, maybe I should teach you a thing or two about my language, right?" Grimmjow grumbled, giving him the letter. Ichigo just frowned at the sketchy letters scrawled across the parchment before he brisked upstairs to his bedroom with the blue-haired slave following him. From the window looking over the garden, Grimmjow could see that it was still raining. The weather had been non-stop since the end of Vulcanalia, but it didn't mean that the Romans were getting sick of it. On the contrary, they were still celebrating for the fortune of water. Right now, the initially heavy rain lessened into a decent drizzle, as Ichigo sat by his desk.
"I think I can teach you how to read and write, Grimmjow, if you can point out every words in the letter," he suggested. "Come on over," he gestured to the Gaul. There wasn't another chair nearby so Grimmjow leaned over the desk, frowing a little of how close he was to the teen. But Ichigo didn't seem to mind, as he trailed his fingers across the first line. "What does this say?" he asked.
"Um.... 'To my mother Rhiannon, of the Viromandui tribe'," muttered Grimmjow.
"All right.... see, this is how I spell out your mother's name," Ichigo pointed out, after writing out the name. Grimmjow blinked at it and frowned in slight surprise. His mother's name seemed crude in his own written language, but it looked clean and formal under the Roman letters.
"Interesting...." he muttered quietly. He took a scrap of parchment then the pen out of Ichigo's hands, and attempted to copy out the name. "Hmm, this doesn't look right," he frowned, compared to Ichigo's neat handwriting it appeared just as crude as his native language.
"No, no, this is all right," Ichigo smiled a little as he looked at the written scrap. The Gaul's handwriting appeared a little shaky but it was better than nothing. "It's no different than a child learning how to write but it's good."
"Tch...." he scoffed lightly. "Then how you've been writing my real name, kid? In the arena, those Romans had been calling me Bestia. What does that even mean?"
"Oh.... your gladiator name, it means 'beast'," the teen nodded. "I just thought that it suits you, considering your personality."
"Hm, makes sense," smirked Grimmjow.
"And just so you know, I attempted writing your name before, and this is how I can come up so far," Ichigo muttered, picking up another scrap of parchment that was already written Grimmjow glanced at it and blinked at how his name looked like.
'GRIMIOV BESTIA'
".... It looks stupid," he commented, and Ichigo scoffed at him.
"Well, this was the best I could thought of spelling your name," he frowned. "Sorry but your name's not exactly Roman."
"And thank the gods it's not," he huffed. "Whatever, I don't even know what it says but if that's my name then I might as well get used to it."
"All right, but you must learn how to read and write our language in order to get around the city when you're sent to do some errands," sighed Ichigo. "Otherwise, you'll just get hassled by the city military."
"Huh.... as if they would hassle the self-proclaimed 'God of Rain'," Grimmjow then smirked with a shrug of his shoulders. Ichigo rolled his eyes, after a while the 'God of Rain' belief was getting annoying to hear.
"Ichigo....? There's a visitor who wishes to see you," Nel called out, peeking into the room. Both Ichigo and Grimmjow glanced up in surprise, before the teen stood up.
"Who could it be? Certainly not another noble to offer us patronage," he sighed, when he stepped out of the room and went downstairs. Grimmjow immediately followed after him, scoffing under his breath as he ignored Nel's annoyed glare on him. Despite of his victory that had brought the rain, the woman was still suspicious about the past events leading up to the primus. As soon as they made their way to the foyer, Grimmjow blinked at the sight of Renji removing rain dampened cloak off his mistress' shoulders.
"Renji?" Grimmjow muttered in surprise.
"Renji, Rukia, what're you doing here?" Ichigo gasped softly but smiled when he walked up to them.
"What do you think, Ichigo? To congratulate you on the victory, of course!" smiled Rukia as she gave him a big hug. "It's still on the minds of everybody in the city! Especially since Grimmjow was responsible for bringing all of this rain, some believed that he's a blessing from the gods."
"I don't," deadpanned Renji, ignoring the petite woman's annoying glare. "What? I said the rain was a miracle, not Grimmjow's victory."
"Aw, you're just jealous that the Romans are calling me a god and not you," Grimmjow smirked playfully but the red-head rolled his eyes at him.
"Please, the higher-ups are smarter not to believe that, particularly my master," he sighed. "Oh, speaking of which.... Ichigo, I got a message for you from him, regarding the Gaul," he added, holding up a rolled up parchment. "That's part of the reason why we're here, aside from praising your success."
"Huh?" Ichigo blinked in surprise before looking at Grimmjow, who seemed perplexed as he frowned. He took the message and opened it, before smiling as he read it. "Oh, is this for real?"
"What? What does it say?" frowned Grimmjow.
"It's about your friend, Grimmjow.... because of your success at the primus, Byakuya's inquiry of him had gotten to him quicker than expected," replied Ichigo. "Your description of him matched a few slaves over at.... oh, they were last seen in Egypt, in the port city of Alexandria." Grimmjow felt a shock in his heart before he grinned in disbelief. So his friend was still alive somewhere.
"So.... when can he come here?" he asked.
"You're serious about that? Egypt's clear across the sea from here," Renji pointed out. "Do you even know how big the sea is? Not to mention that it'd takes weeks to even get the next shipment of slaves from there, anyway."
"Is that right?" scoffed Grimmjow as he quickly frowned. "But you just said that your master found him, right?"
"Yes, but my master had only gotten the news this morning, it's not like he could act on it straight away. He has other responsibilities as a magistrate, for crying out."
"He's right on that, Grimmjow...." Ichigo sighed with disappointment as he glanced at the blunet. "The good news is that we found your friend's location. That's all it matters, right?"
"Tch, it's not the same...." huffed Grimmjow, shaking his head. Ichigo understood his disappointment but nothing can be done about it. Yet he wanted his slave to be happy, as he put up a small smile.
"For now, why not concentrate on your training when the rain stops?" he suggested.
"And when will that be?" questioned the Gaul. "You better hope that the rain will stop in a day or two...." he sighed, before walking away.
".... That sucks," sympathized Renji.
"He was just happy a moment ago, but hearing his friend still being too far away to reach must've bummed him out," Rukia frowned lightly.
"Yeah, I know...." sighed Ichigo before turning to them. "Is that all you guys have to tell me about? Just the update on Grimmjow's friend's whereabouts?"
"I know, but I offered to bring over the message from my brother after he found out," nodded the petite girl.
"I was the one who had the message in the first place....!" frowned Renji. "And Master was the one who offered it to me, might I add!"
"Hmph, you need credit for everything....!" she argued.
"Jeez, nobody would think that you two are master and servant," sighed Ichigo. "Anyway, I'll see you guys later.... thanks for the update," he said, as they finally left. He exhaled heavily once the heavy doors closed, the silence were soon filled with faint sounds of rain drops from the garden. It was sort of unusual to see Grimmjow disheartened by the news of his friend being far away, and right after feeling estatic of being a champion. He turned to walk to the direction of the servant's quarters, but paused when he noticed a faint shadow on the tiled floor near the garden.
When he stepped closer, the shadow shifted until he noticed Grimmjow behind the pillar. The Gaul noticed him back, before scratching through his hair that was now damp. As a matter of fact, he was entirely soaked, as beads of water rolled down his muscular arms and alongside his jawline. "Grimmjow, why were you standing out in the rain?" he asked.
"... I like the feel of it on my skin," he shrugged. "I sorta missed it.... during fall and winter, it used to rain a lot. It was simply normal to go around the village in a weather like this. Sometimes it's better to hunt after the rain, as the prey wouldn't notice your scent."
"So.... you're feeling homesick, is that right?" Ichigo asked quietly, taking a step closer.
"If you can say that," he sighed. "I got enslaved since the end of winter, and now it is close to fall.... around this time, my tribe would hold-- guess you can say a harvest festival-- along with a form of a hunting tournament."
"Really....?" The teen seemed mildly interested of what he had to say, his chocolate eyes wavered at his expression. "How do you win in the tournament?"
"Obviously you get the biggest and toughest game you can kill," he said, before smirking lightly as he glanced at the drizzling rain. "The winner usually gets to lay with a girl if they weren't married."
"Oh, I don't wanna hear that part," Ichigo frowned, but Grimmjow chuckled a little.
"Well, how do you think I became one of the best hunters in my village?" he smirked.
"Just so you can get with girls? That sounds rather arrogant, if you ask me," huffed Ichigo.
"If you think so...." Grimmjow stared at the rainwater sliding down the bright green leaves of flowers and plants and then he frowned rather sadly, stepping back out into the falling drops of water. "Sure, I'm 'popular' with the girls in my tribe.... but they're not really my type, in my opinion," he sighed. "Most of them were more interested of being with a warrior whose skills and bloodline are strong, as a sort of vanity to their reputation. They're not like my mother, since she's not really a member of the Viromandui tribe."
"Your mother....?" Ichigo blinked in surprise and Grimmjow nodded as he glanced at him. "She's not a Gaul, Grimmjow?"
"She is, but she's actually from the Nervii tribe, her village was actually three days away from my father's, close to the border between the territories," he said. "My father's people wasn't really keen of having a 'traitor' as a wife. You mentioned about that one Roman who tried to take over all of Gaul a while back. My kin had told stories about battling a large army a long time ago...."
"Oh, I get it now.... I heard stories of the four most ferocious tribes rebelling against Julius Ceasar during the Gallic Wars," Ichigo realized. "I've heard that the Nervii tribe was nearly wiped out during the battle, and the survivors either surrendered to the Romans or fleed from their homeland."
"But my mother's ancestors had done neither, as their village was far from that Roman's carnage and many died with dignity on the battlefield," he shook his head. "Still, their reputation was damaged for generations so they were branded as traitors. But...."
"Your father loved your mother enough to look over that, right?" Ichigo questioned with a slight smile. He stepped out into the garden, flinching slightly when he felt the rain drops pricking at his face. "That sounds like a tall tale of sorts, yet it sounds believable.... kinda like how my father have fallen in love with my late mother."
"Hmm, your mother's not a Roman, kid?" muttered Grimmjow.
"Oh, she is.... but she's actually from a lower-class family when they got married," he smiled fondly. "That's kinda frowned upon among the nobles, but that's what they wanted, because they loved each other." Grimmjow gazed at him, seeing the teen's bright orange hair darkening by the second from the rain. He could see why he was open-minded despite being a noble, that he had treated the servants here like friends. It was interesting that he was like this, instead of being the percieved cruel master Grimmjow had once assumed against the Romans.
"Why're you standing in the rain in the first place, kid?" he frowned lightly. "I just realized that."
"I could ask you the same thing, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled with a shrug, by now his linen tunic was getting soaked. Grimmjow could see that the fabric was becoming transparent, and noticed that the teen had actually have some muscles in the abdomen. He had always thought that he had a lithe form and not as strong as himself. ".... What? Something on my face, Grimmjow?" he questioned, when the Gaul chuckled a little.
"I believe you can hold your own one of these days, kid," he nodded, leaning to pat at his stomach, mildly surprised that it was firm and a little toned. Ichigo blinked at him in a mix of surprise and confusion, he touched his own stomach but it didn't feel nothing out of the ordinary to him.
"What're you talking about, Grimmjow?" he frowned.
"Listen.... about that time when you wanted me to train you.... I might readily take up that offer," confirmed Grimmjow, glancing up at the milky-white sky. Ichigo blinked at that, and then it soon dawned on him. Grimmjow was willing to teach him how to fight? He chuckled a little, wiping the rainwater from his forehead, before glancing up at him.
"Are you sure about that, Grimmjow?" he asked. "If there's something on you mind to make it change it--"
"No.... it's just that you probably need to learn anyway, so I'll teach you," he shrugged. "Besides, that woman already found the practice swords so she'll find out sooner or later of what we're doing."
"Don't worry, I'm sure Nel'd understand my reason of you teaching me," he nodded.
"I doubt it, she might kick my ass over it," scoffed Grimmjow, but Ichigo smiled softly as he nudged at his shoulders.
".... I'm so glad that you've won the primus, Grimmjow," he smiled. "It might be fate or something, but your goal here is probably what's keeping you alive up to this point. You know that from now on, because you're a champion, that you'll get the best battles. I can't help but feel happy for you." Grimmjow stared at him but put up a small smirk in return and nodded.
"That's nice to hear, kid," he nodded, before going back inside.
"Ah, wait a minute, Grimmjow...." said Ichigo and the Gaul paused to glance at him. "So.... you don't call me 'brat' now, just 'kid'?"
"Yeah, what about that?"
"Well, you could just call me Ichigo, and not to mention that I'm considered an adult under Roman law," sighed Ichigo. Grimmjow just scoffed before smirking again.
"One step at a time, kid, I just only accepted into training you," he smirked, going downstairs to the servants' rooms. Ichigo just frowned in slight annoyance, but his lips soon twitched into a warm smile. No longer did Grimmjow acted hostile towards him, as he was just only frustrated of being a slave after coming from a strong warrior tribe all that time. After the primus, he felt that he was getting close to making a friendship with him, that Grimmjow will appreciate being around him. He hoped so, feeling the cool rain falling down on him.
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Seems that every time I make a scene with Tsuki and Ginjou, it always involves sex. Not sure if I'm even doing it on purpose or not . . . .
Anyway, I found some pics of Ichigo from the third Bleach fanbook, and it was quite interesting! Kubo had him in various costumes like a pirate, a knight a la 'The Three Musketeers', a bullfighter, and a vampire! Nice!
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