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Warrior	By : NeemaAdaeze Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 6033 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A little lesson to learn; bottled sodas expire faster than canned ones.... Anyway, I felt happy when I saw couple of illustrations on DeviantArt based off this story! One from BlackStorm and another from DivineImmortality! It's so great....! But it's hard to control the pictures I've faved since I haven't organized them for so long!LOL
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 13- Required Skills For Battle
"Again....!" Grimmjow said, scolding Ichigo with a sharp poke to the behind. Ichigo yelped in surprise before scowling at him, that was the third time in the row that he was hit there. After accepting to train the teen yesterday, they had been spending much of the next morning learning sparring techniques. So far, Ichigo managed to get the hang of it, yet whenever he faltered just for a second, Grimmjow would reprimand him with his wooden sword.
"Jeez, Grimmjow, I'm not a child you have to scold for not getting it right....!" scoffed Ichigo, rubbing at his sore bottom.
"You don't get it, kid, it's either perfection or death," Grimmjow chastised him, nimbly twirling his sword around before gripping it. "Your opponent won't show you mercy if you're weaker than him, and the next thing you know your head'll roll across the fucking ground. Me hitting you is just proving you that you're slacking off too much."
"Hmph, coming from the guy who didn't know a thing about the Roman way of fighting when he first started gladiatorial training," frowned Ichigo, only to get swatted at, this time in the back of his leg. "Oww! That hurts....!" he winced.
"You think that's bad? Try enduring an injury like mine," Grimmjow pointed out, pulling down the collar of his tunic to show the top part of his permanent scar. "You forgotten that I keep kicking Death in the ass, ever since Ginjou nearly killed me, and I have won every fight up to the primus. You wanted me to be a legend, and look--" he said, looking at the garden, where it was still raining for nearly five days since the victory and the gods still haven't let the weather up. "Everybody believes that I've actually done that, thinking that I'm a blessing for ending the drought. But if they had knew that I'm a nobleman from a barbaric tribe and had done all that, I'd probably be laughing by their expression right now."
"You didn't have to add that last part, you know. I was honestly getting into it until you mention your noble lineage," frowned Ichigo but Grimmjow snorted out a short laughter.
"I can't say that I'm not proud of myself, if you ask me," he smirked. "Come on, let's go again," he said, posing himself into an offensive stance. Ichigo frowned but braced himself for the attack. A moment later, the Gaul jumped forward with his wooden weapon raised, and Ichigo moved to parry the attack. The loud clanking sound echoed in the open-aired hallway, before Grimmjow shifted to swing at him again. Ichigo dodged it as it was a side swing and countered back. But Grimmjow was swifter to react, and knocked the wooden sword out of the teen's hands.
"Ah....!" Ichigo gasped from the sudden turn of event.
"Too slow....!" Grimmjow frowned, flicking his fingers behind his ear after another swift turn of.
"Ouch! That actually hurts!" Ichigo winced, rubbing the side of his head as he glared at him.
"Quit your bitching, this is how you'll learn to fight!" scowled Grimmjow. "You're too sensitive to take the pain, kid, so you gotta be numb to it...!"
"Well, it's hard when you keep hitting me like that," he whined.
"I thought you call yourself a man, kid! A real man can take a hit....!" he agrued.
"Like from one of Nel's punches?"
"Tch, that doesn't mean anything! She's just a woman--" Grimmjow scoffed, only to notice Nel from a fair distance behind Ichigo, carrying a basket full of folded fabrics. It was obvious that the woman was far more than annoyed after what she was told about Ichigo wanting to use the sword the night before. And it was clear that she didn't want the teen to be taught by Grimmjow, who scowled at the sight of her.
"Huh, oh...." Ichigo frowned when he followed his gaze to notice Nel. "Um, hey there, Nel," he muttered quietly.
".... Just be careful, Ichigo, okay?" she sighed deeply. "I don't want to be the one who has to explain to your father about your injuries if Grimmjow goes too far."
"Tch, always have something to say, huh, woman?" scoffed Grimmjow, but Nel replied with her nose turned up haughtily as she walked away. "Hmph, she's about one insult away from trying to kick my ass," he huffed.
"You can't blame her, she's just concerned about me," sighed Ichigo. "It's obvious that she's not happy about this."
"Well, you needed to learn the way of the sword anyway, considering that you have to be in that military shit," he frowned. Ichigo just shrugged as he picked up his sword, before glancing over at Grimmjow.
"You know... it would help if you point out what I'm doing wrong exactly, Grimmjow," he suggested. "That often works when I'm learning new things. That way, I'll correct it quicker."
"Tch, I did say I won't go easy on you--"
"No you didn't, you're just a little lenient because Nel's around," he smirked lightly, and Grimmjow bristled in annoyance by that.
"Shit.... Fine, there are many flaws I kept seeing in you, kid," he muttered as he stepped up to him. "For one thing.... it's the way you're holding your sword, that's how I keep knocking it outta your hand," he pointed out. Ichigo blinked and looked down, it appeared his grip on the sword was rather awkward as he was holding the hilt in the opposite direction, like he was gripping a butcher knife.
"Damn, how did I not notice that?" he frowned, correcting his grip on it. "What else?"
"Well..." Grimmjow pondered, scrutinizing the teen's not-so-great form as he paced around him. "Your back's not straight enough," he said, patting him a bit too hard on the back.
"Hey!" he winced, nearly stumbling forward.
"Plus, you're not locking your knees whenever you try to parry my attack," added the Gaul, swatted at said body part with his wooden weapon.
"Ow!"
"Your feet are not planted right..."
"Ouch....!"
"Those arms are too limp, by the way."
"Ouch! All right, all right, I get it . . . .!" winced Ichigo, rubbing at his arm that was pinched. "It's not like I can get buffed up so easily like you!"
"Nonsense, I've been training with dangerous weapons since I've barely learned how to walk and talk," Grimmjow muttered. "Maybe if you had been learning to do just the basics a few years back, I wouldn't be pointing out your flaws so easily and my work would've been half done."
"Shut up," grumbled Ichigo. "Okay.... back straight, knees locked, and feet planted.... right?"
"Don't forget keeping your grip firm," nodded Grimmjow, taking a few paces back. "Now you're ready, kid...?" Ichigo nodded, bracing himself as Grimmjow posed into an attack mode.
"Now I am," he nodded. Grimmjow smirked a bit, before charging forward. Ichigo quickly swung to counter the attack, actually holding his own when he then parried another. Grimmjow grunted in total surprise, he hadn't expected for the teen to correct himself so quickly, but it didn't mean that he was impressed as he pushed him back before taking another swing.
"Ah...!" Ichigo gasped at the sudden turn, but quickly dodged back.
"Not good enough!" Grimmjow scoffed, and went after him with his sword raised. Ichigo acted immediately and parried the next strike. But the strong force of the Gaul's attack had made him stumble back and fell to the floor on his behind. "Shit.... you've improved that fast, kid," he remarked with a nod.
"Is that a good thing....?" frowned Ichigo, rubbing at his backside.
"Somewhat," shrugged Grimmjow. Ichigo sighed deeply before getting to his feet, dusting at the side of his tunic. "It's a bit surprising that you can get it so quickly when you haven't had any experience with the sword before. The Roman military would be pissing themselves if they try to teach you."
"If you think so," he sighed.
"But.... do you have to be in the one thing I disliked, kid?" he asked with a slight frown. "Does it have to be mandatory for you, as a Roman?"
"Oh.... by my class, it kinda is," nodded Ichigo.
"What kinda class you belong to, anyway? Equest-- something....?"
"It's the equestrian class, Grimmjow," Ichigo corrected, but Grimmjow frowned in slight confusion.
"And what's that exactly?" he asked.
"It means that I'm a descendent of high-class soldiers from when Rome was ruled by a monarchy, when we used to have kings," replied the teen. "It used to mean that we once owned horses to be used for the army, and only we can afford to have the animal."
"So.... you're telling me that your ancestors were warriors, right?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Yeah, Grimmjow," nodded Ichigo, but Grimmjow nearly snorted out a laughter. "Huh? What's so funny....?" he frowned at him.
"I find that funny, kid. I mean, you having warrior ancestors, it's unbelievable," he smirked.
"Tch, shut up...." frowned Ichigo.
"If that's the case, then you should've been stronger already," Grimmjow said. "In my tribe, warriors are the highest class, alongside a council of elders who governed the village."
"I can see why, when you mentioned that you were considered into becoming a chieftain for your people," Ichigo nodded, with a light smile. "Come on, I still wanna go again, Grimmjow...." Grimmjow smirked and shook his head, waiting for the teen to defend himself.
"You know that this counts as my own training, since it's still raining out there," he smirked.
"True," smiled Ichigo.
(Blood and Sand)
It hadn't exactly stopped raining the next day, but it diminished into a misty drizzle when Grimmjow woke up. His nose wiggled at the scent of fresh water that filled his room before yawning, wondering if Ichigo was already up to do another lesson. The teen was quickly but gradually learning how to handle the sword as well as defensive moves. Maybe now that he could teach him how to fight back today, as he walked out of his room and walked up to the ground floor. Nobody seemed to be walking around in the villa, the weather was probably making everyone here rather sluggish.
"Hmm...." Grimmjow sighed softly. It was practically quiet as he walked around, except that he heard soft pattering of feet. He glanced up to see Zangetsu trotting from upstairs, his bushy tail wagged a little at the sight of the Gaul as he went up to him. "Hey there.... you know where the kid's at?" he smirked lightly, petting at his head. "He's still sleeping in his room, huh? Guess I gotta go get him, we got another day of training." Zangetsu whined a little in understanding before going back upstairs, with Grimmjow following after him. He noticed that the dog didn't go to the teen's room as they walked past it.
It wasn't until he felt the air in the hallway getting warmer did he realize, as Zangetsu then stepped into a different room. ".... Oh, Zangetsu, where did you run off to?" Grimmjow heard Ichigo in there and frowned lightly. He stepped to the edge of the doorway and peeked over, only to blink in surprise that it was a bathing room. The one here was different from the one on the ground floor, as this one was made out of white and grey marble. In the large sunken tub, Ichigo was scrubbing himself before getting distracting by his pet.
Above the water, Grimmjow could see Ichigo's bare torso and blinked when he noticed the lean muscles on his stomach. That was rather unusual to see, considering that Grimmjow had assumed the teen to have not enough muscles to begin with. Ichigo smiled and nudged Zangetsu away from him, before he noticed a shadow near a doorway. ".... Is someone there?" he called out curiously.
".... You're sure taking your sweet time cleaning yourself up, kid," Grimmjow muttered. Ichigo blinked at who it was but smiled a little.
"Just another luxury of being a Roman, Grimmjow...."
"A strange luxury at that," Grimmjow scoffed softly.
"You never had a priviledge to do so?" asked Ichigo.
"Don't splashing in a nearby river count as bathing?" he questioned, only to hear a soft laugh in reply. "And why're you talking to me so easily, when you're bathing right now?"
"Dunno, it's kinda normal to have a conversation while taking a bath, anothe comfort of being a Roman," he shrugged, the warm water sloshed a bit when he moved to get out of the tub. Grimmjow waited as he heard shuffling of movements for a while. He then saw Ichigo, fully clothed, stepping out of the room, and he smirked lightly.
"Ready for the next lesson, kid?" he asked. "This time, you will know about attacks. I hope you're up for it."
"Of course I am, I'll try my best," smiled Ichigo, as they went downstairs.
Later....
Without breaking a sweat, Grimmjow easily blocked and parried Ichigo's unorthodox strikes, before nudging him away. The teen was getting frustrated by Grimmjow's stronger defense, much to the latter's teasing delight. He stepped forward to make a swing, but froze when Grimmjow caught the fake blade with his bare hand. "Heh...." smirked the Gaul, before tossing him down to the tiled ground.
"Agh....!" Ichigo gasped out, feeling the pain shot up in his back. "Shit! That's brutal....!" he groaned as he rolled to his stomach.
"Damn, I didn't mean to throw you that hard," smirked Grimmjow. "But you're not swinging hard enough to even hit me. It's like blocking at piece of twig, for crying out loud."
"Tch, shut up...." grumbled Ichigo as he got up to his feet.
"Try again, kid," nodded Grimmjow, and almost immediately stepped aside to dodge the strike. "Nope, you die!" he chuckled as he quickly grabbed Ichigo's outstretched arm and his knee shot up against his stomach.
"Ah!" Ichigo gasped. The attack was false, anyway, but it took him by surprise as he then felt the hilt of the sword in the back of his neck.
"You leave far too many openings to get killed, kid," he pointed out. "An attack to the stomach and to the neck.... you'd be useless of your worth so quickly that you'd be begging for death." He let go of Ichigo, who stumbled a little and rubbed at his neck.
"It's not fair...." Ichigo frowned.
"What's not?"
"I wish to get stronger but it's really harder than it looks," he sighed. "I mean, I've seen so many gladiator games that I assumed I get the concept of fighting just by watching. But I never thought that putting it into action would be proven difficult."
"Of course it's difficult, I'm just lucky that the gladiatorial training was practically second nature since I was already a warrior," the Gaul nodded with a shrug. "But you, I don't think you're a lost cause. I already saw your muscles, so you're good to go."
"Muscles....?" he frowned in slight confusion, but blinked when Grimmjow poked at his stomach.
"You already got a strong stomach, kid, but your arms . . . . they still need some more work," he remarked as he pitched at one of them.
"Ouch! Stop hurting me....!" he scowled at him but Grimmjow chuckled.
"The stronger your arms, the easier it'll be to use the sword on the offensive," he smirked. "And it doesn't hurt for you to wield a real sword, though it's pretty heavy. Especially a Gaul sword at that."
"Huh...." Ichigo patted at his arms, they were firm yet he could feel that they were slightly flabby. "What can I do to strengthen them, Grimmjow?"
"Can you haul a dead buck over your shoulders and marched for miles on end?" he questioned but smiled when the teen nearly balked at the suggestion. "What? That's how I did it, and I've done that for years, if I do say so myself."
"But there's no deer anywhere near the city of Rome," frowned Ichigo. "At least not of what I know."
"Well.... hunting often helps with the way of the weapon," smirked Grimmjow. "Maybe you can find a way to permit me to do such a thing, that's the alternative way of teaching you."
"Hmm.... well, I don't know, since you still need to train to keep up for your next fight," Ichigo pondered.
"Oh yeah.... when is my next fight?" he asked.
"It's in another week or so," Ichigo replied. "During the Festivals of Jupiter, of course. You'll fight in two or three matches, depending on the patronage the other nobles are paying us." Grimmjow smirked a little, shaking his head.
"So am I getting coins outta that victory I went through, kid?" he smirked.
"Well.... I have to give a chunk of the money to Urahara, since you're training under his ludus," Ichigo admitted with a sheepish smile. "Also, since you're still a slave, much of the money is provided towards this villa."
"Huh? Why's that?"
"My father's not always here to keep up with the expenses, sorry about that," he sighed but the Gaul shrugged as he passively twirled around his sword.
"For some reason, money's not really my concern for the moment," he muttered.
"But . . . . you should save up the coins you recieved, so you can help out your friend, Grimmjow," the teen pointed out. Grimmjow blinked in slight surprise, he had nearly forgotten that money was needed to recover his friend. Like before, he will still get to him as long as he will keep winning in the battles. "Do you want to keep going, Grimmjow, with the training?" he asked him.
"Hm, sure, I'll--" Grimmjow nodded, but noticed a sliver of natural light near the garden. "Huh.... guess the rain finally stopped," he realized as he walked outside to glance up. Ichigo followed suit, and blinked to see the clouds breaking apart but barely.
"Guess the gods had enough of your egotism and decided to stop the rain," smirked Ichigo.
"Tch, my ego wasn't that big," he frowned lightly.
"Says the sefl-proclaimed 'God of Rain'," the teen laughed. Grimmjow just grumbled, under the peek of sunlight, dew drops on the leaves of plants glistened and shimmered. "But I supposed it means you can go back to the ludus tomorrow to further your own training, right?" Grimmjow glanced at him, his eyes flickered over at his beaming face, before putting up a light smirk.
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean my lessons for you would decrease," he smirked. "Maybe next time you need to watch closely to how the other fighters fare, and put it into good use when we spar."
"I promise myself on that, Grimmjow," smiled Ichigo.
(Blood and Sand)
Urahara beamed with joy behind his fan the moment he saw Ichigo and Grimmjow entering the ludus. The lanista was practically jumping at the sight of them, especially at the Gaul. "There he is....! The Champion of Rome!" he beamed. "The one who pleased the gods into sending rain onto the city! I just can't believe the miracle....!"
"We get it now, Urahara, you don't need to be loud about it," frowned Ichigo, but Grimmjow couldn't help chuckling about it.
"No, kid, let him compliment me, I'd like to see where this is going," he smirked.
"Shut up...." he frowned.
"Now, now, everybody here is just as excited of your victory, Grimmjow," smiled Urahara. "I mean, it's not everyday that a fighter could win the primus, let alone against an opponent that was twice his size. But now that you've defied death despite of the overwhelming differences of strengths, and that the public believed your victory had brought the rain."
"True," smirked Grimmjow, though his teen master rolled his eyes.
"But it doesn't mean you can be champion for long, as you have to keep the title up," advised Urahara as he turned to walk to the back door and they followed him. "It's very difficult to keep it up, but it's easy to fall from grace if you lose. And then it'll be even harder to get back up."
"Yeah, Renji said something like that to me some time ago," muttered Grimmjow.
"And he's slowly getting back to the better battles," nodded Urahara. "All right, then.... get to work, Grimmjow." Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo, who smiled lightly in encouragement, before he nodded and stepped out to the training ground that was still damp from the days' owrth of rain. He glanced around to see the other fighter ceased their sparring to see Grimmjow out of surprise and awe, before feeling a very strong pat on his back.
"Shit...!" he stuttered out in surprise when he nearly stumbled.
"Where the fuck have you been, you prick?" Kenpachi grumbled, standing over him with his good eye glaring down on him. "Just because you've became a fucking champion, it doesn't mean that you should miss out on your damn training. Either if it's rain or sun or fucking fireballs from the sky, you have to be here. Is that clear?"
"Tch, yes, Doctore," frowned Grimmjow. "But it wasn't like I was slacking off elsewhere--"
"Just shut up and do something....!" Kenpachi frowned. Grimmjow had the urge to roll his eyes at him but resisted as he walked away, only to be greeted by a sight of an arrogant grin of Ikkaku.
"You think you're so great, huh, winning the primus and a shit-load of rain fell on Rome?" he grinned, punching him on the shoulder with enthusiasm. "I really find that hard to believe, considering that I heard you were half-dead when you won."
"Might as well be half-dead, that giant was fucking hard to kill anyway," scoffed Grimmjow with a smirk.
"Is that right? Guess everyone's famous over one thing or another," smirked Ikkaku. "Like one time during a fight, my opponent nearly broke my arm by the shoulder. But instead of being scared shitless, I literally popped it back in by my muscles alone. That was the greatest moment in my life, I tell you...!"
"That sounds a little far-fetched if you ask me," Grimmjow scoffed as he picked a wooden sword, much to the bald man's shocked surprise.
"H-hey! That happened for real, Yumi can vouche for that....!" he scowled, but the Gaul tuned that part out. He appreciated the guy's personality but he could care less about his relationship with another man. Same thing with Renji, who waited with a grin as he walked up to the red-head.
"About time, thought I have to smack you over the head for acting like a big shot for the past few days," joked Renji.
"That was my first time winning the primus, I can't help it," smirked Grimmjow. Almost immediately, they went to sparring as Grimmjow parried against the first few strikes. "Weren't you like that, feeling invincible after winning the primus, Renji?"
"Of course, but I knew better and kept training until I met my unfortunate defeat," nodded Renji, grunting a little when the blunet took on the offensive. "Shit....!" he grunted when he was being backed down, almost stumbling when Grimmjow moved for a harsh strike. "Fuck, that victory made you aggressive....!" he laughed.
"You sure about that? Thought I was just simply getting stronger," smirked Grimmjow. Renji snorted at that before moving to 'attack', all the while Ichigo watched with intent from the balcony. He had watched the fights both real and praticed, but this was the first time that he made a keen eye on it. He saw how Grimmjow angled his hand to strike the moment Renji left a slight opening, the way he twisted his muscular torso to dodge the counterstrikes. When the Gaul moved his feet, it was quick and agile like a stalking predator in for a kill as he struck the red-head in the back.
"Jeez, that really hurts....!" groaned Renji, but quickly went back to sparring. The complaining was brief, Ichigo realized, that his own complaints seemed a bit selfish. All of the gladiators could take the pain, and so can he. No matter how painful.
"Grimmjow's really honing his skills, huh?" smiled Urahara. "That victory in the primus had made him far more focused than ever. It's like he's becoming better than most of my skilled men."
"Really? That'd be great," Ichigo smiled lightly.
"Hmm.... that reminds me, I've forgotten to tell my wife about your man," realized the lanista, lightly fanning himself. Ichigo blinked in slight surprise and glanced at him, though Urahara continued observing at the fighters below.
"Oh.... your wife, I've completely forgotten that she had been gone since before the start of the drought," he muttered. "She wrote to you about how things were going in the ludus?"
"Yeah, but she sent words that she's returning back to Rome soon, after she heard about the rainstorm," mused Urahara. Ichigo frowned a little, not because of the man's nonchalant answers but because he knew of his wife of being.... well, 'eccentric' would be an understatement to describe her. Not to mention playfully flirtatious towards anyone who breathes, especially towards the poor teen who flustered from being around women and girls.
"Well, do you know when she's coming, Urahara?" he asked.
"Ah.... sometime in the afternoon, I think," he simply shrugged, much to Ichigo's annoyed dismay.
"You think....?"
(Blood and Sand)
"Guh....!" Grimmjow felt blood filling up his mouth before he spat it out, quickly dodging the swing from Ikkaku's faux spear. He then moved closer to counterstrike, only to stumble back when Ikkaku tried to hit him with the small shield. "Shit, seems that you're trying to bash my head in or something!" he scoffed jokingly.
"Isn't that the point, you bastard? It's kill or be killed in the arena!" sneered Ikkaku, before swinging his spear again. Grimmjow jumped back, and smirked in delight. It had been a while since he had fought an opponent with a spear, but he remembered the moves to get around the weapon as he then parried against it. "Come on, come on....!" Ikkaku egged on, as he gave himself distance. "Strike me right here in the gut, and see what'll happen, bastard!"
"Heh, if you say so!" Grimmjow sneered, with his sword raised as he charged at him. But just as he was about to swing down, a black blur zipped by his feet. "Huh...?"
"Look out!"
"Huh? Wha--" Grimmjow's reaction couldn't get him to move away fast enough, and he tumbled into Ikkaku, who in turn fell to the ground along with him. "Agh, shit....!" scowled Grimmjow, pushing himself to sit up. "What the hell was that?"
"Damn, what's with you?" Ikkaku scoffed as he dusted himself off.
"You didn't see something flying pass my feet just now?" frowned Grimmjow. "It was small and black, but I wasn't sure what--"
"Huh? Wait a minute.... did you say small and black?" the bald man blinked in surprise, before his eyes widened when he realized it.
".... Yeah--"
"Oh shit, then that means Yoruichi's back....!" he gasped sharply, catching the nearby fighters' attentions.
"Oh no!"
"The Domina's back....!"
"Shit...!"
"This can't be!"
Grimmjow just frowned in confusion, hearing the most aggressive gladiators being reduced to a state of panic. He didn't really get it, as he scratched through his hair. "Who's this Yoruichi....?" he asked, just before something black caught the corner of his eyes. It wasn't until a second later did he realize that it was.... a pure black cat with wide golden eyes peering curiously at him. He blinked at the creature before it mewled and wiggled its nose at him, as if it knew he was new here. "Huh, what's your name, kitten?" he smirked as he picked it up, much to Ikkaku's horror.
"Y-you're holding Yoruichi's pet, don't you know that?" he gasped, but Grimmjow blinked at him in slight confusion as he petted the purring cat.
"I'm not getting it, who is Yoruichi?" he asked.
Meanwhile....
Ichigo didn't see it coming. The moment he noticed the little black cat darting around the training ground, he felt his heart jolt in shock before he glanced over to Urahara. They knew what this meant, but the lanista simply smiled behind his fan as he sighed. "Guess she's here...." she mused.
"Wh-what? Where is she--" Ichigo gasped, but felt the air gushed out of him when he suddenly felt a tight squeeze around his waist. He choked out a gasp and fell backward, but something else broke his fall and he felt it. But it was the last thing he wished to feel behind his shoulders.
A pair of soft but amble breasts.
His face went burning red in embarrassment, as Ichigo tried to stuggle, only to hear a cheerful and teasing giggle. "Still flustering around beautiful women like me, huh, Ichigo?" he heard her laughing.
"Y-Yoruichi...!" Ichigo gasped in annoyance. He felt the arms around him loosened, and he finally got up. He turned to see Urahara's wife, the teeth in her witty smile seemed brighter against her exotic dark skin and just as bright as her golden amber eyes that were full of mischief. Gems and gold laced around her dark purple hair that was held up in a ponytail, and decorative pins latched at the shoulder straps of her bright orange stola. She was a few inches shorter than the flustered teen, but her maturity as well as her role of being a wife of a decent-class Roman was rather questionable as she grinned in greeting.
"It's good to see you, Ichigo!" she beamed cheerfully. "I've heard that you're a man now--"
"Let me guess.... you wanna know if you wanna teach me 'the ways of the woman's touch' because of it?" he frowned in annoyance but Yoruichi giggled.
"You never change, Ichigo," she smiled.
"Yoruichi, my dearest! How was your journey in Sicily and Sardinia?" smiled Urahara, moving to hug her but only got punched in the gut by his wife. "Ah! Still got it....!" he winced though he smiled as he hunched over in pain.
"Hello to you, too, Kisuke," smiled Yoruichi. "So what have you been doing since I was gone? Surely it has to do with.... that blue-haired fighter who's holding Minerva?" she asked, pointing at Grimmjow who was obliviously petting the black cat.
"Oh, so you knew all along, dear....?" smiled Urahara, laughing sheepishly. "Grimmjow the so-called 'God of Rain', goes under the gladiator name 'Bestia'. It reached all the way to the islands, huh?"
"Of course, you imbecile," she smirked. "He's trained under your ludus, it made sense that it'd reach to me. Tell me.... why doesn't he fear me like all the other fighters do?"
"Because he was never mentioned about you, Yoruichi," replied Ichigo. At that, Yoruichi pouted in disappointment and crossed her slim arms under her chest.
"Send him up, I wanna see him for myself," she pouted.
"Ah, but he's in a middle of training, sweetie--"
"Hey! You there...!" she called out, waving eagerly at Grimmjow who glanced up from the ground. It was obvious that the Gaul was surprised by the sight of her, but shrugged as he stood up to look at her. "Yeah, you! Come up here for a moment, and bring Minerva with you while you're at it!"
"Huh, okay..." shrugged Grimmjow, though many of the fighters were wary of what was to come.
"Poor fool...." frowned Renji, as he watched him going inside. "You better hope that he doesn't get manhandled by her...."
Grimmjow went upstairs and found his way out to the balcony, seeing that the dark-skinned woman smirking as she scruntinized at him. He noticed Ichigo, who frowned in anticipation, and he frowned in slight confusion. "Hmm.... this is the man who took down a giant, and in turn the gods sent rain over Rome," smirked Yoruichi, as she walked around him to take a good look of him. "Where are you from, anyway?"
"From Gaul, far in the northern region," replied Grimmjow. "And I'm a member of the fearsome Viromandui tribe, might I add."
"Oh, fearsome, you say....?" she smirked, standing behind him. The next thing the Gaul knew, he flinched when he felt a sudden grab at his behind. "A fearsome man with a nice bum, though!"
"Yoruichi....!" Urahara tried to admonish, but his wife acted innocent despite Grimmjow's surprise.
"What? I can't help it if I wanna see what's so great about this guy," she smiled mischieviously. "Let's see.... such strong muscles," she remarked, patting at his arms that was still holding the cat. "Good height.... and-- oh! And look at this....!" she smiled, promptly lifting up the front of his tunic. Both Urahara and Ichigo was aghast by the sudden frontal nudity, with the latter immediately shielded his eyes with his hands in total embarrassment.
"What the fuck...!" Grimmjow gasped, dropping the cat to push down his clothing. "What kinda crazy shit you're trying to do, woman?"
"Wow, I didn't know you were that.... decent down there," she giggled, much to the blunet's annoyance and anger as he glared at her.
"Yoruichi, you gotta stop teasing my fighters like that...." sighed Urahara as he fanned himself.
"She's done it before....?" scowled Grimmjow.
"Well, my wife likes to mess with our slaves in more ways than one," he just shrugged but that didn't sit well with Grimmjow, who bristled in disbelief. How can a woman of a decent status act reckless like purposely flash him without warning? "She's not really like this, I assure you, but only whenever she's back home in the ludus for some reasons...."
"What can I say? Strong, buff men always entice me," Yoruichi smiled at her husband with a sly wink, but Urahara smiled back at her. Grimmjow just scoffed, before glancing at the teen.
"Is it over....?" Ichigo mumbled, his face was still red when he moved his hands away.
"Tch, it's not like you never saw another man naked before...." smirked Yoruichi.
"Well, not when you purposely flash off another person's genitals like that," the teen frowned but it was ignored when the lanista's wife turned back to Grimmjow who now glared at her warily.
"What has been his style of fighting in the game, Kisuke?" she asked.
"Ah, right, he's been fighting in the style of Murmillo--" replied Urahara.
"That ancient style? You mean you couldn't give him something more up to date?" she questioned with a scrutinizing frown.
"Well, the public didn't seem to mind...."
"That settles it, he needs to learn a different style!" Yoruichi jumped into a conclusion, much to both Ichigo's and Grimmjow's surprise.
"I'm fine with what I'm doing, if you don't mind," frowned Grimmjow, and Yoruichi eyed at him before putting up a challenging smile.
"Oh, are you sure about that? Surely, there must be some sort of other styles you can be interested in. After all, a Gaul like you supposed to be ferocious."
"I chopped that fucking giant's head off, I'm already ferocious enough," argued Grimmjow. Ichigo stared at the Gaul in disbelief, for daring to talk back to a woman of her stature. But Yoruichi just laughed it off, enjoying the fire she was seeing in his eyes.
"Such a beast you are, 'Bestia'...." she smiled before turning to her husband. "Kisuke, do you think it's possible to get him a game to fight with animals?" Urahara blinked at her suggestion but actually pondered about it as he fanned himself. Grimmjow frowned in confusion, wondering what the woman was talking about, but his teen master seemed to understand as he blinked in interest.
"Well, I suppose we can sacrifice a lion or two in the fight," nodded Urahara. "It's been a while since we had a Bestiarius game, it seems to be a good time now."
"Huh? Bestiarius....?" frowned Grimmjow, but then he remembered Renji telling him about a type of fighter capable of killing wild animals. Thinking about it, it wasn't no different than hunting said dangerous animals. He smirked at the thought and nodded, scratching through his unruly hair. "I get to kill animals, right?" he questioned.
"Well of course--"
"Fuck, I'm in," smirked Grimmjow, and Ichigo blinked at the unexpected answer. He hadn't thought that Grimmjow's need to hunt would make him happy, but he put up a smile.
"You know, Grimmjow, lions and tigers are far different than the forest animals back in Gaul," he said.
"Hey, if these beasts can fight, then so can I," smirked the Gaul. "I'm a bit curious if they can be eaten, though..."
"Hah! I'd like to see that!" smiled Yoruichi, by now she was cuddling up with Urahara. "Come on, Kisuke, let's get those rich senators to sponsor that!"
"Okay, okay, dear! We're lucky enough that Ichigo was offered patronage by some of them," smiled Urahara.
"Yay!"
"Crazy woman," commented Grimmjow with a light smirk.
"You can say that again," sighed Ichigo as he glanced at him. "You're sure that you wanna do this, Grimmjow? Tigers and lions are a lot more deadly than you yourself."
"Oh, I'm sure I can manage with that," he chuckled. "I'll just kill them and still be the champion. Simple as that." The teen scoffed but smiled. Somehow, the other man's cockiness was rubbing off on him.
(Blood and Sand)
Ginjou just frowned in his bed, after being handed documents as well as a flyer of the gladiator games during the Festivals of Jupiter, a celebration that lasts for two week in honor of the king god of thunder and heaven. He could care less about a lot of them, but some had caught his eye. Those in particular involved that Gaul, the so-called 'God of Rain', and it irritated him. This past week had been terrible and annoying to him. Almost everyday, he had to hear those low-class Romans believing that Grimmjow was possibly the descedent of Jupiter himself because of the sudden rainstorm.
He doesn't believe so.... In fact, he became so annoyed and angry about the continuing talk of the Gaul's victory, he stabbed a prostitute to death when she openly wished that she could lay with the 'God of Rain' after he was done with her. Of course no one would care for the murdered whore and he left with a veiled threat to the brothel owner not to give him a broken slave next time. For now, he decided to settle with his own slave, at least they knew better than to anger him.
Ginjou glared at one flyer pictured a masked fighter going against a tiger, before his eyes flickered down to his lap, where Tsukishima was resting. His slave had been treated well for the past few days, ever since Ginjou was satisfied by his opinions of Grimmjow. He didn't like the Gaul, and that was fine by the army commander. Tsukishima moaned a little when he felt his hand petting through his hair and he tilted his head a bit to glance at him. "Is there anything you need, Master...?" he asked.
"No, nothing for now," muttered Ginjou. But his favorite slave took the meaning that he didn't have anything important to do for the time being, as Tsukishima shifted to remove the bedsheets off the master's bare lap. The army commander exhaled the moment he felt the warm wet tongue lapping at his arousing member before being engulfed. "Hmm, you really do love to please me, Tsukishima," he sighed, reaching out to grasp at the silky black hair. He nearly groaned when he felt him swallowing around the erection before the long slender fingers began to fondle at his testes.
"Fuck..." groaned Ginjou, slumping his head back as he licked his lips. Tsukishima was wonderful at sucking him off.... though he wondered if Ichigo could do the same. Closing his eyes, he imagined the fiery-haired teen purring in delight at his so-called extravagant erection in all its glory. Ichigo would have enjoyed taking his time licking up the shaft before sucking around the tip, much like how his slave was doing right now.
"Mmh, Master...." breathed Tsukishima, but Ginjou only imagined Ichigo saying it, with deep flush of red staining the flawless peachy-tan skin of his cheeks. The army leader then fantasized the riping teen gazing up at him with smoldering brown eyes as he slowly stroked him. From what he could remember before, he imagined Ichigo completely bare as he knelt up to caress over the older man's chest. He wondered what type of body he would have, probably lean but not too taut with muscles. But he would enjoy the rough foreplay anyway, as he thought of Ichigo's lust-filled face with the teen kissing and licking at the hollow of his neck.
He glanced down, seeing only Ichigo's face as he treaded through the bright orange tresses. "Master...." Ginjou could hear him murmur lovingly before his lips were captured into a deep kiss. He groaned at the sweet and tangy taste of honey and grapes on the other person's tongue before he suckled on the lips. He wanted the teen so bad, he wanted to know how good it would feel to push inside his tight but velvety hot insides and steal away his virginity. He wanted to hear those sounds of absolute pleasure screaming out of him, staring up at him with tearful needy eyes.
"Shit, I want you so bad, Ichigo...." he rumbled out. But the kiss abruptly ended, and so did his imagination as he blinked in confusion. The vision of Ichigo quickly altered back into reality, with Tsukishima sitting on his lap with a light frown on his face. ".... What? What is it, Tsukishima?" he questioned, most of his lust turning into annoyance.
"You were imagining him, while I'm giving you pleasure...." Tsukishima frowned.
"So? What of it, Tsukishima?" Ginjou frowned back.
"I'm your favorite slave, Master, I should be the only one who can give you the pleasure you deserve," he said. "This boy you crave after.... why does he occupy your mind every so often?"
"Ichigo? So what if I think about him? I just find him interesting," scoffed Ginjou.
"But what does make me, Master? I should be the one you want. It's not that boy, I--"
SMACK!
Tsukishima didn't expect the sharp backhand across the face, but he didn't yell out as his widened eyes stared at Ginjou. His master was oddly calm in the face but he knew that he was angry as he began to shake with fear. "M-Master, I--"
"Shut your fucking mouth...." Ginjou muttered lowly and he flinched at the biting tone. "You're my fucking slave, and I don't like it how you are acting right now. If I wish to think about Ichigo, then so be it. And you better get used to it, or else you'll remember the whip lashing at your back."
".... I-I'm sorry, Master--"
"I said to shut the fuck up!" he seethed, smacking him again. Tsukishima winced at the harsh pain before being pushed off his master's lap. He shivered as he was then roughly pushed to his stomach. "Hands and knees now....!" demanded Ginjou, and the slave quickly did so. Even though they had sex earlier, apprehension coiled within Tsukishima when he felt the tip shoving into his entrance and he inhaled at the initial pain. "Shit....!" he grunted into the tight muscles.
"You know.... I can easily fucking replace you as my favorite, you little bitch!" he growled, yanking him by the hair to hold him close to his angered face. "You haven't been my first or last slave to be my favorite....! I only like being used to you because of how much you enjoy my cock, but there can alway be another one to suck it or getting fucked by it!"
Tsukishima shivered in disbelief, fresh tears trickled out of his eyes as he pleaded silently for forgiveness. He really didn't mean to insult him, but his emotions got the best of him and he was afraid of what sort of punishment he might receive for it. On an act of submission, he leaned to place a placid kiss on his master's chin, only to get reprimanded when he felt a tight squeeze around his throat and he immediately froze in fear.
"Tch, don't think you can get away with that bullshit....!" he growled lowly, keeping his grip firm around his slave's slender neck. "Not only you've insulted me but you've insulted Ichigo, who happens to be a nobleman, and that pisses me off!" Tsukishima gasped as he felt him pulling out but quickly slamming back in before he was pushed back to his hands. "You better keep your damn mouth shut, because I don't want to hear your fucking apologies....!" he gritted, continuing the harsh onslaught onto his poor slave. "If I even hear you mentioning Ichigo in that way ever again, I'll fucking cut off your tongue...!"
Tsukishima shuddered but nodded, bracing on his shaky limbs as he endured every brutal thrust from his master. He wasn't sure why Ginjou was so interested in Ichigo, and a hint of jealousy was evident in his heart. He didn't care about the other house slaves here when they were used by him, as it always ended up with the slim slave, but Ichigo was a much higher class than him. His master's interest for someone who wasn't a slave was making him feel unworthy for Ginjou, and he didn't like it.
And he didn't like Ichigo, for that reason.
(Blood and Sand)
"Oh... so that's a tiger, huh?" smirked Grimmjow, from behind the large iron gate he saw a large cat-like animal pacing back and forth. Renji was standing beside him and snorted, as he was watching the same animal but it had a golden-tan color with coarse dark brown hair cloaked around its head and neck.
"You idiot, that's a lion.... a tiger's bright orange with black stripes on its body," sighed Renji. "Goodness, you decided to fight animals and you don't even know what type of animal it is."
"Sorry, there's no such thing as that in where I'm from," Grimmjow replied sarcastically. But the red-head chuckled, though he winced a little due to a fresh cut by the corner of his mouth. He had just won on his battle earlier, but the injuries on him were superficial. "You're jealous that a champion can get to fight and kill a lion, Renji?"
"Even if I wanted to, Master wouldn't let me go against a beast in battle," he snorted in amusement. "But it'll be nice to see how you can manage it. After all, you're known as 'Bestia'. 'The Beast', that's what you are, Grimmjow."
"Thanks.... guess I gotta go," he smirked the moment the gates opened. The crowd cheered at the sight of him running out to the arena. The men roared with excitement, and the women practically flashed their chest to catch his attention. But Grimmjow just looked at the pacing predator and sneered. "Shit, this is gonna be fun," he chuckled.
The lion seemed to notice him with the sharp sword in his hand and snarled, baring its sharp dark yellow teeth at him. Grimmjow just smirked, briefly glancing up at the pulvinus. It seemed that Yoruichi had enough status to be there, though cheering her heart out appeared out of character when sitting next to Renji's stoic master. But Ichigo was excited to finally see him fight, with a big grin on his face. He shook his head, the teen was getting fairly better in the past few days in the sword practice. Ichigo had seen what can be done by watching as promised, and put it into good used against Grimmjow.
But the Gaul was still more skillful than him, so he still had a long way to go. Getting back to reality, Grimmjow glared at the snarling lion and stalked closer to it. The beast let off a warning roar and braced itself for any sudden offense from him. "Come on, kitten.... I want you to get to me first," sneered Grimmjow, stepping forward. The lion saw the threat and snarled before charging at him. Grimmjow's eyes widened in anticipation and his grin widened.
"Perfect...."
He ducked down just as the beast attempted to jump at him, and swung his blade at its belly. The Roman audience cheered excitedly at the sight of the lion's blood being spilled, but Grimmjow purposely made the fresh wound shallow. He didn't want to kill it straight on, that would have been boring. The animal let out a deep bellow, obviously in pain, but it glared at the Gaul intently as it then snarled. Grimmjow just laughed, hunting a lion doesn't seem so different as hunting a bear, as he had seen it happened once or twice before. And it was just as exciting as going against a pack of wolves he encounter one winter.
"Here, kitty.... come over here and play," sneered Grimmjow, stalking around the animal as if he was the creature itself.
"Come on, kill that son of a whore, you damn bastard! You can do better than that...!" cheered Yoruichi as she watched the action with much enthusiasm, much to Byakuya's muted dismay.
"A woman of your stature shouldn't be so.... vulgar, especially in the presence of the games," the magistrate remarked coolly. But Yoruichi just giggled as her golden eyes gleamed at him.
"Oh, please, you used to be like that when we were but children, hollering at the fighters with just as much vulgarity!" she smiled.
"A different time then, but I am a magisrate who hold dignity and respect," he replied. "The former in which you neglect so many times."
"Hhmph, that's not a nice way to comment of the lanista's wife where her husband's training your fighter," she smirked.
"Speaking of which, Renji's not your amusement since he told me about you trying to fondle him--"
"Sorry, I was just curious just how great he is, considering that he doubles as your bed-slave," teased Yoruichi, playfully sticking out her tongue. Byakuya, though visibly annoyed, chose to ignore her when she then spouting profanities at the fight. Ichigo didn't really notice the argument nearby, as he was too focused watching Grimmjow dodging back a great swipe from the lion. The Gaul's eyes seemed to glow with delight when he then moved forward to counterattack, striking the beast in the right shoulder.
"Shit..." he smirked, he didn't want to damage the body too much. The golden fur looked nice enough to make a pelt for himself. In his tribe, only the warriors wore fur of the animals they killed themselves. He wondered if Ichigo can allowed him to do so, as he nimbly moved to strike at one of the hind legs. It seemed sooner than expected to kill the animal, who now collasped to the sandy ground, but nothing can be done now as he cautiously stepped up to it. "Sorry.... but you must die," he muttered, his cyan eyes dimmed with sympathy now as he gazed at the yellow eyes that was seemingly pleading for mercy.
He sighed, raising his blade up, ready to aim it at the heart or the lung. "May the gods forgive me, for taking your life...." he muttered under his breath before slamming the sword down into the lion's chest. The beast let out pathetic guttural noise, and its eyes began to dim as it slowly died. Although he enjoyed the victory, as the audience cheered with his gladiator name, Grimmjow felt a little bummed out for killing an animal like this. Like him, it was ferocious and was willing to kill who dared to threaten it. Unfortunately, it came across Grimmjow and died trying to fight, as the Gaul reached out to feel the silky fur under the taut but still warm flesh. "Sorry, but at least you die as the beast you are," he sighed with a smile, just before he heard the gates opening.
He turned to see, but his eyes widened in surprise when he realized three more cat-beasts charging out onto the arena. Instead of feeling underwhelmed and frightened on being outnumbered, his lips twitched into a wide grin as he gripped his blood-stained sword. "Oh... that one's a tiger," he noticed at the muscular orange one with black stripes snarling at him. "Oh well, and I thought killing one would be sufficient...." he chuckled defensively bracing himself. "Guess I was wrong...."
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