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Destructions Malice.	By : Jessykins Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time had past and Grimmjow had found a relative truce with most of the Shinigami population. A mixture of Captain-Commander Genryusai’s strict words toward the Arrancar if he were to make trouble, Captain Kurotsuchi’s assurance that his device rendered him powerless and Grimmjows general seclusion and complete lack of interest toward everyone had won him some form of peace. Of course…peace had never really been much of a goal for the Espada, he was of course the embodiment of destruction and such a calm lifestyle was boring. The only real reason he was capable of remaining so was the entertainment provided by Toshiro and Matsumoto. However even that could only keep him under control for so long, luckily for him Rangiku was as devious as she was observant. She had noticed his ancy nature of late, and planned a little trip to calm him.

The woman crept quietly into the man’s room, which on most nights had served as hers as well. She grinned as she reached him, he had always caught everyone else if they were watching or following, but he seemed to have a blind eye toward her. Maybe it was because he felt close or comfortable with her, or just that he had no trust in anyone else. She pounced suddenly, a large thick blanket consuming the entirety of the man. She grabbed the ends and closed them quickly, making something of a bag which held Grimmjow inside…already cursing up a storm.

She gave the bag a swift firm punch, “Shut up in there Grimmy…” she grinned as he called her a whore and that he had thought he told her never to call him that, “Were going on vacation!”

The bag stopped moving, “Was this necessary woman?” he asked in a tone still seething with annoyance.

“Of course! I’m kidnapping you!” she replied giggling lightly, and without warning set off at a rapid pace through the window of his room and onto a nearby roof.

She moved swiftly from structure to structure, and within a few minutes she arrived at her destination. She let out a sigh and casually dropped the sack which held the Espada inside. He landed with a thud, though as the blanket unfurled it revealed him casually resting on his side with his head resting on one upturned fist. His other hand topped the ground in an annoyed fashion,

“You know…” he started his tone dry enough to make Rangiku stifle a giggle, “We could have walked…” he opened his eyes and glared at the woman.

She responded by making a shooing gesture, and as if normal procedure grabbed the man by one foot and proceeded to drag him through the gates of the eleventh division headquarters.

Inside the two were greeted by a small child, her hair pink and swaying in the light breeze as she waved at the two. A large childlike grin on her face as she did so, though surprising to Grimmjow she wore the uniform of a Shinigami.

“Hi Melon chan!” she shouted happily as Rangiku reached the girl. She abruptly hopped up and hugged the woman.

Grimmjow lifted his head as if suddenly contemplating the name the girl used for Matsumoto. His eyes drifted to the woman’s chest and all at once it hit him, he burst into hysterical laughter, “Melon chan!” he shouted holding his sides as if they hurt.

The woman turned at the man, her face content and not the least bit affected by his taunts. She smiled lightly and looked down at the girl as her gaze turned to Grimmjow.

She looked at him for a moment, a blank stare on her face which caught Grimmjow in such a strange way that he stopped laughing and stared right back. Then she abruptly raised her hand and pointed at him.

“Holey.” She said calmly, and then suddenly grinned. “Hi Holey!” she exclaimed happily apparently nicknaming him.

Grimmjow looked as if her were just punched in the jaw, Rangiku burst into laughter, pointing at the mans abdomen, “He is holey isn’t he!” she giggled to the little girl, which quickly joined in and began happily repeating the nickname over and over whilst hoping up and down gleefully.

Grimmjow stood and started shouting in return, “Quit that! That isn’t my name girl!” he shouted, which only made Matsumoto join in taunting him.

This went on for a short while, the two girls laughing happily and shouting “Holey” while the man chased them around, threatening all sorts of things ranging from spankings to drownings. That was until a new figure approached, one arm lifted as he dug in his ear.

“Oi, what’s all the racket about Yachiru?” asked the imposing man as he approached the three, “I can’t sleep with it.”

“Sorry Ken-chan!” exclaimed the girl before hopping up onto his shoulder.

“So who’s responsible?” he asked dryly looking down at the Arrancar and Vice-captain.

“Holey is!” replied Yachiru, pointing directly at the Arrancar.

The man’s grin widened as his gaze refocused on the former Espada, “Ah, come to fight have you Espada?” he cracked his neck as his devilish grin widened, “I need a good fight.”

Grimmjows own grin widened to match the mans, “Kenpachi…you killed that asshole Nnoitra.” His grin widened and for a moment the two men stood poised on combat.

But as usual Rangiku intervened, a swift jab sending Grimmjow tumbling away from the three, “Sorry Zaraki, were just here to borrow one of the hot springs to relax today. Maybe another day…with a few medics on hand.” She smiled warmly at the man.

He let out a sigh as his grin ceased, “Fine…” he turned the Grimmjow who was recovering and brushing some dust from his jacket, “I’ll be waiting Espada.” His grin returned, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Grimmjow returned to Matsumoto’s side and sneered, “I won’t…Shinigami.” The two men stood for a moment before Zaraki turned and left the two on their own.

“Bye Melon-chan! By Holey! Shouted the girl from the captain’s shoulder, her arm raised and waving playfully as they moved away.

Rangiku waved with a warm smile, Grimmjow shouted after them, “I’ve killed for less girl!” but made no move but to turn to the woman beside him, “Hot-springs huh?” his grin returned, though now hints of excitement of another form appeared.

The two spoke little after that, instead they simply made haste through the barracks and down into one of the many hot springs meant to sooth the fighters muscles after battle. Rangiku found one that was deserted and had a separation of men’s and women’s areas which gave them the chance at privacy. She guided Grimmjow into the women’s passage, knowing that there weren’t more then two or three in the entire division.

Inside, they both quickly undressed and slid into the warm waters, both letting out small sighs of relief at the heat.

“You weren’t kidding about that fight were you?” asked Grimmjow turning to the woman after a few moments of silence.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked, before teasingly standing and sliding into the man’s lap. Her legs straddling him, and her ample chest resting in easy view as she draped her arms over his shoulders, “Are you telling me…that right now, that’s what you are thinking about?” She grinned deviously as the length between her thighs hardened, “At least one part of you is thinking like it should be.”

Grimmjow grinned, and at least for the time being pushed his other thoughts aside, “Well maybe the rest of me just needs a little more convincing.” His smirk widened, always a tease even when he was the one being teased.

They made love slowly, Matsumoto did most of the work, and being able to watch her in his lap was plenty to keep him entertained. They both remained silent, only small breaths or sighs taken when a particular spot was hit just right…it was beautiful, which was something Grimmjow rarely enjoyed. But that day, with that woman it was right, and he enjoyed every second of it. Eventually the woman turned to lay against the man as they moved, he laid light kisses on her cheek and neck and as usual bit down on her shoulder to leave a love mark. She had at first wondered why he did so, but realized later that she blushed every time she noticed it afterward…it was his way of making her remember him. Their motions remained steady and constant for the majority of their lovemaking, only slightly increasing near the climax, which was a thing of excessive pleasure. They sat for some time afterward, the Arrancars arms around the Shinigami in a loving embrace if one was ever seen.

Matsumoto eventually slid from his lap and cuddled in under his arm beside him, and as usual broke out a bottle of sake for them to share. They drank heartily until both were buzzed, cheeks flushed and all. They remained a while longer after the last drop from the bottle was sipped down, mostly in content silence before Matsumoto stirred.

“Sadly Grimmy, our little vacation requires a bit of work on my part.” She said standing up and slipping from the spring, the Espada clearly enjoyed watching her get out and dry off, “How about you meet me at the gate we came in at?” she said in a questioning tone.

He nodded and made a shooing gesture toward her, “Sure, go work or whatever, I’ll see you there.” He said lightly before settling into the pool of water a bit more, “Don’t rush though.” He grinned and closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh as the woman kissed him before leaving.

He took his time at the spring, spending a little while lounging before finally getting out and drying off. Once dressed he tucked his hands into his pockets as usual and made his way out of the building he was in. Climbing up the last set of stairs toward the door to the outside he reached for the frame to slide it away, but it was instead brushed firmly open by someone on the other side.

“Arrancar…” started a voice, though with the change in light at the mans back Grimmjow was not instantly capable of making out his features.

A large arm shot forward and snatched a fistful of the Arrancars jacket and in one smooth powerful motion pulled him out of the door and tossed him a good thirty yards. Grimmjow flipped comfortably and landed on his feet, skidding to a stop some distance after landing. His power may have been restricted, but his body’s combat experience was not.

He looked up at the attacker, confident despite his obvious disadvantage, “Oi Shinigami…you trying to die or something?” He asked, his face stoic and serious in every way.

The man before him was indeed large, both in stature and girth. He wore the common Shinigami uniform, but had added pieces of forearm and shin armor, his Zanpukto rested on his left hip and for the moment his hands were away from it. “Those are fighting words in this barracks you piece of dirt!” he shouted back, though his tone was full of excitement and not any real anger.

“That’s what they were meant as idiot.” Spat the Arrancar back, “Besides you’re the one with the problem…” Grimmjow waited a moment then grinned devilishly, “I know it must be annoying for someone of your size to meet another person in a narrow hallway, but that’s no reason to be rude.”

The man chuckled, “Cute Hollow, how about we cut the chatter and I get to kickin your ass.”

Grimmjow spat into the dirt, “Not sure the old man would be fond of me getting attacked unprovoked, besides I don’t normally fight weaklings.”

“You’re wrong asshole, sparing matches happen all the time here, we are the combat division it’s normal. I’ll just tell em you wanted a match and got to violent for me to keep it friendly.” The man grinned, “I’m sure that bitch from tenth division will mourn you, hell maybe that slut you raped will too.”

It was hard to make Grimmjow angry through words, but this man had just succeeded, “How about you shut your fat ass up and get to it, I don’t have all day.”

The man stood silently for a moment, locking eyes with Arrancar across the clearing. Then with a speed slightly surprising rush across the yard, his Zanpukto remained sheathed which was something at least. It took him less then three seconds to reach Grimmjow, luckily it was long enough for the Arrancar to read his attack, sense he wouldn’t be able to dodge it as he was and then brace for impact. The blow ended up being a kick, aimed at his midsection, but even as slow as he was Grimmjow managed to get a proper block in place before it landed. The impact was powerful enough to send the man tumbling away. It had definitely dislocated his shoulder, but the Arrancar adjusted mid roll and managed to recover, again skidding to a halt while simultaneously popping his shoulder back into place.

There was a small beep from the Espada’s collar, and a small display which normally read 100% changed to 85% and the color changed from green to yellow. Instantly the man grinned, even such a small gift of his old power gave him a rush nothing else could supply. The next attack was upon him before he could fully stand, but he was comfortably able to block the kick aimed for his cheek this time. He grinned at the man, not having budged at all this time he was able to take advantage of the man’s confidence in his inability to retaliate. His jab was swift and uncontested as it crashed into the man’s nose, and although it wasn’t enough to do anything spectacular it did stagger him ever so slightly. This was exactly enough for Grimmjow to spin into a kick that landed soundly into the mans ribs, this time causing him to wince slightly and in a fluid motion hop out of combat range to recover.

“I thought that thing kept you from fighting!” he shouted nursing his ribs.

“Apparently not!” responded the Arrancar, a grin wide between his lips, “What One half assed kick and a weak punch got your panties in a bunch?”

The man grinned confidently and suddenly resumed a normal stance, “Naw, I just wanted to see how strong you got when I hit you…” he vanished and through Shunpo reappeared before Grimmjow, his movements to fast for him to react, “Unimpressive.”

The Arrancar was capable of noticing the man’s blade drawn, but even with his power partially enabled he was no match for the man’s revealed speed. The attack ended up being a high arcing one that landed at his shoulder and slashed downward, opening a gash down most of his torso. The attack continued as the man spun into a kick, which was considerably more powerful then the first or second. This landed in his stomach and abruptly shot him across the yard and through the wall surrounding the barracks.

Grimmjow groaned and pushed himself off the ground as the man casually walked toward him, “Just like one of your kind to die on their knees, such wastes of existence.” The man reached the Arrancar who was still catching his breath, a dark splotch of blood steadily spreading across the white of his jacket. “Sure you don’t have anymore? This was hardly as fun as I was told it would be.”

He waited a moment then sighed as he was given no response, “Oh well, maybe if you had had your sword this would have been better…I kinda wanted at least one good scar for killing the last Espada.” The man raised his Zanpukto above his head, and after a brief moment lunged forward, the blade surging toward the fallen Arrancars head. The clang of the blade impacting the ground and slicing through some of the stone was earsplitting, and the static noise reverberating behind the Shinigami came all too quickly. The impact was to his temple, and unlike the previous attacks this one sent him reeling end over end nearly one hundred yards.

Grimmjow looked up at the man, his collar now read 45% the color now glowed a dark orange, “Been a while since someone hurt me!” he shouted at the man who was now mostly hidden by the cloud of dust from his impact, “You gonna quit crying and get on with it!?!” he added after.

The man emerged from the haze of dust in a rage, this time his speed was anything but hidden, rapidly closing the gap between the two in even less time then he had a shorter distance before. His strike was solid and true, his form effective and strong, but the impact was as hitting a concrete block. Grimmjow Grinned sadistically, the man’s blade rested firmly in his palm where he had caught it. His guard down due to both shock and surprise at the sudden change in power cost him dearly.

Grimmjow ripped the blade from the man’s hands and in a bur of movement brought the tip down into the man’s shoulder. The shear force of movement carried the blade all the way to the guard above the hilt leaving him skewered with his own blade. The Arrancars hand shot out and latched onto the man’s face, his grip so powerful that his nails actually drew blood on either side of the Shinigami’s face. He roughly pushed the man forward, and using one leg positioned behind his opponent sent him reeling backward. The Arrancar pushed downward as the man fell, resulting in a crash into the ground powerful enough to shatter the tiles and send cracks in all directions about the two combatants.

Grimmjow released the grip upon the Shinigami’s face and raised his hand to finish the job, he knew with his power so far released the man’s body had little to defend against his Hierro. His fingers condensed to a point and his muscles tensed his grin wide in his impending victory.

“No!” came a voice, fear and horror evident in it, “Grimmjow No!”

He looked up from his all but defeated foe to see Matsumoto rapidly approaching. He turned his gaze back to the man below him, he was clearly having issues breathing and his face had swelled notably already, “Tch…” growled the man, “You should have died today Shinigami…remember that.” He grinned psychotically down at him one last time before standing up to great the woman who now came to a sliding halt nearby.

“What the hell are you doing Grimmjow!?” shouted the woman, a mixture of frustration and fear evident in her voice.

“Teaching this asshole some manners what does it look like!” he shouted back, completely missing the fact that the woman was more concerned about his well being then what he had done.

“You could have died you idiot!” she shouted back.

“He was about to before you stopped me! I had it under control!” he replied raising his arms in a manner that conveyed his confusion.

Toshiro was the next to arrive on the scene, his anger evident as he stormed toward Grimmjow, “What have you done you idiot!” he shouted, clearly intent on getting answers.

“I kicked his ass what does it look like Kid!” Grimmjow was clearly getting more and more flustered as things escalated.

“I should return the favor you moron!” shouted Matsumoto as she closed the distance between them and took a rough hold of what was left of his jacket, “You know you are supposed to stay out of trouble!”

“You could be executed for this!” began Toshiro, “You could have killed him, then I would have had to kill you!” his frustration evident.

Things continued to escalate, Grimmjow clearly intent on his innocence seeing as he was just defending himself. Toshiro simply hated the fact that he was being so ignorant of who he would hurt by screwing up, mainly Matsumoto. Rangiku was just terrified, her fear of what was going to happen now that everything could not be undone was overwhelming. Before long they were all shouting at each other in a maelstrom of accusations, scoldings, and annoyance.

“Oi!” came a voice practically thundering down upon the three suddenly, effectively quieting all arguments as they all turned to look at the newcomer, “I thought I told ya to keep the racket down…” started Kenpachi in a calm but strangely threatening manner as he walked toward the three, “I can’t sleep with all this yelling.”

“Holey! Melon-chan! Toshi! You woke us up from our nap!” added Yachiro with a tired yawn from the captain’s shoulder. “Look Kenny, Holey beat up Kagai!” she said pointing at the beaten man.

Kenpachi lazily moved past the trio and leaned over the small crater where his subordinate lay, “Oi, Kagai?” he asked down at the man, who responded with little more then a groan of pain, “Was it a good fight, Kagai?” he asked again clearly oblivious to the fact that he was injured beyond verbal capability.

After a strange and slightly awkward moment of silence he turned around to face the three again,”Kagai ain’t talking much…” He turned to Grimmjow, “Was just a sparring match that got out of hand right Espada?” he asked his voice ominous enough to make Grimmjow cringe.

“Yea…” he replied turning his head away from the man’s blank and piercing gaze, “Just got outa hand…”

The captain of the eleventh division turned to the other two Shinigami, “I want my fight now.” He said in his normal dry tone, “Soon.”

Toshiro frowned and nodded, knowing a reasonable trade when he heard one. Matsumoto only struggled to restrain a finicky Grimmjow as she began examining his injuries. The three headed off, leaving Kenpachi to his beaten subordinate and to clean up the mess (Though this likely fell to others seeing as he has little patience for such things).

After getting his more severe injuries examined by a fourth division member, Toshiro gave the Arrancar one final scolding before leaving him with Matsumoto. Saying that he would see what reaction the other captains were having toward the fight, and smooth things over if he could.

Both man and woman sat in silence for some time, one lost on how to start or react, and the other confused by the reaction she was having toward his fight.

“You shouldn’t be so reckless Grimmy…” Matsumoto said finally breaking the silence.

“So should the other Shinigami…” he replied coldly, “Maybe a few of them will lay off after today.”

“You’re an idiot…” she said turning to him, a look Grimmjow wasn’t accustomed to on her face.

“What…why…do you have that look on your face?” he asked suddenly, his defensiveness taking a backseat to confusion.

“Because!” she said suddenly in a louder tone, several tears rolling down her cheeks, “You could have died! And you may still die!” She cried in a mixture of anger and pain.

“We all gotta die sometime! I’d rather die on my feet them as some Shinigami Pet!” he roared back.

Matsumoto was taken aback, her face still stained with her own tears was contorted in a look of shock, “You…you really think that’s all you are?” she asked in a tone so small and weak it was hardly fitting for a woman such as her, “A pet?”

Grimmjow simply gazed at her, his confusion at a high point. He had never been much for feelings…or friends for that matter, and this reaction toward him was not one he was used to.

“Did you ever think that I might miss you?” she asked after nearly a minute of silence, “That Toshiro…would miss you?” her bottom lip quivered as she was on the verge of real tears, “That Rukia…” she let out a small whimper and began silently sobbing.

Grimmjow was shocked to say the least. Sure it made sense Rangiku might miss her a little, she would have to find someone else to drink with…eventually a new guy to fool around with. But she was strong, and until now he had thought of her as a soldier…her feelings or emotions had never really shown themselves like they were now. Toshiro missing him on the other hand was flat out odd…sure they had a weird little relationship…and the kid did work almost the entire time except when he was watching over him or taking some time off with Matsumoto and him…but miss him? Naw, didn’t make sense.

Rukia though…he hadn’t heard her name spoke in his presence in a long time. He always assumed that for most it was taboo, a rape victim turned lover was not a favorite topic in Soul Society and most feared her brother’s wrath at bringing it up. It wasn’t that he didn’t wonder…he thought about her quite often actually, but she was out of his reach. Besides, she wasn’t some toddler with no strength of her own, she could have slipped out and seen him whenever she wanted.

“Girly…” he started raising his had as if to try and comfort her only to drop it, finding him strangely unsure of himself in this situation, “I, never thought about it like that…but people liking me ain’t gonna change me…” He grimaced, “I’m your enemy, you know it and so do I…and so does everyone else.” He sighed, “I can’t change, I’ll always be a fighter and chances are fighting’s always gonna find me.”

The woman looked up at him, eyes glistening with fresh tears ready to slip down her cheeks, small stifled sobs still creeping out from her lips, “I know Grimmy…I just don’t want to lose you okay?”

Grimmjow smiled, some of his normal confidence creeping into it, “You Shinigami are pushovers anyway…not like any of you can actually kill me.” His smile widened to a grin.

Matsumot let out a small laugh, her voice half breaking as her emotional state changed, “You’re an ass you know that?” She said wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

“You love it.” His grin was so devious it was hard to actually be mad at him, and Matsumoto wasn’t able to stay mad any longer.

“Go clean up idiot…” she started, “You still have blood and dirt all over you.”

Grimmjow smiled, “Okay Mellon-chan.”

Matsumotos attack was swift and Grimmjows power was sealed again so he could put up little resistance as she put him in a headlock and ground her knuckles into his head, but both were laughing, and for now at least things were as they should be.

Some days later in a small room in an obscure section of Soul Society sat five Shinigami, one still nursing a fair share of injures. They spoke quietly, only loud enough for those at the table to hear.

“That piece of junk around his neck adjust to the threat” groaned Kagai, who still had several bandages scattered across his person as well as a sling for one arm.

“I could have told you that fool.” Replied the woman, her tone dry and to the point. “I could have also told you that without your Shikai you would stand no chance against the Arrancar.”

“Fuck you Takegowa” spat the man, before wincing in pain and nursing his arm, “I’ll kill him next time; I just thought I’d test him out to see what he had.”

“I’m sure.” Replied the woman before casually sipping from her tea, clearly sarcastic in her tone.

“Calm down…” started Ren, his face ever fixed in that comforting smile, “We learned some of his strengths and weaknesses, your actions were against our wishes…but fruitful nonetheless.” He sighed, “Simply adhere to our plans in the future…it would be to your benefit…” he smile was still warm but his tone had a threatening notion that instantly caused Kagai to turn his head to gaze into his lap. “Ishi?” the man began only continuing once the girl brought her gaze up to meet his, “I think we require a bit more data, how about you see what you can do.”

The girl bearing the mark of the Twelfth division frowned slightly, “Indeed…how troublesome.”

“I hope you get more then you ask for…would serve you right Takegowa” spoke the man, a slight grin between his lips.

“No, you are the only one foolish enough at this table to allow that beast to get the beast of you, besides I do not let my emotions get the best of me.” She said with a small smile before standing and giving the group a small bow.

“Bikou?” started Ren, after the first of the two women left, “you are familiar with Vice-Captain Matsumoto aren’t you?” he asked pleasantly.

“We were in the same graduating class from the Spiritual Arts Academy, I drink with her on rare occasion.” She replied barely looking up from her own tea.

“Why don’t you be a good friend and have a drink with her again…” Rens words, though spoken with a smile sounded more like a command then a suggestion.

“Sounds fun…” she replied in a tone hardly matching her words, “I could use a drink anyway.” She too, stood and left the room leaving only the three men.

“You two will return to normal duties, let us see if a woman’s touch has better results.” Spoke Ren nonchalantly. The two men on either side grinning lightly, with any luck it would be the end of their little nuisance.
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