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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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Hmm, I may be slow to updating now that the summer olympics had started! I'm not gonna watch all, just some I'm more interested in anyway. Plus, I wanna watch the track-and-field and judo parts since my family's country are in those....
Also, while I was looking up more info about gladiators, I found out that there were 'Gladiator Beast' cards in Yu-Gi-Oh!, and it made me wonder where I last put up my cards. Oh well....
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 16- Light of Apollo, Hunt of Diana
Ginjou sullenly ignored the loud cheering of the crowd as he reached the large arena. A part of him truly wished of not being here, out of sheer pig-headedness. But because that this was the day that the Gaul was fighting against several gladiators at once. Even with the magistrate's slave assisting him in the fight, he couldn't really pass up the opportunity to watch him getting slaughtered this time. Also.... he wouldn't have a problem of finally nabbing the Gaul should he lose but live.
He was getting more and more irritated that Grimmjow kept defying death as well as disrespecting the army commander in any way despite of his much higher status. He had every right to kill him where he stands.... but because of the fact that the Gaul is the champion, the public would be displeased if he were to be executed. And the average Romans had already disliked him enough as it was, due to his cruel bullying nature. Bullying.... Ginjou gritted his teeth in annoyance at that. Ichigo had downright refused his sexual advances over a week back and that had infuriated him to the point of wanting to murder the teen.
Now, with him being present to the games, he knew he would be unwelcomed by the teen as well as his uncle. But he wasn't going to pulvinus as expected, instead he decided to the underground barracks of the arena. Upon entrance, two army soldiers who were guarding the locked gate immediately stiffened at the sight of him and they bowed their heads. "Commander Ginjou....!" they greeted him.
"The games had already started?" Ginjou simply questioned.
"Ah, y-yes sir! Only three fights had passed!" one of the soldiers mentioned.
"Good, I only wish to see the better ones later in the day," he said. "Let me in, so I can see the fighters for myself." The guards seemed to fluster at the suggestion but they obeyed as one of them quickly unlocked the gate and opened it. Ginjou barely held back a smirk as he began to step in, only to frown immediately when another guard spoke up.
"I don't mean to disrespect you, sir, but why do you need to see the fighters--"
"Ask me of that again, and I'll fucking shove my sword up your ass," he threatened much too calmly, but the guards shivered at the undertone and they bowed their heads.
"My apologies, sir....!" Ginjou just scoffed and went inside. The harsh stench of old blood and dead bodies permeated through the stone walls as he moved around the crude hallways. He knew the way since he had experienced being a lowly guard in the arena, luckily that had only lasted a few months until he was promoted to a better position. Some of the guards who were hauling away the fresh carcass from the last game paused in their job and they greeted him with a quick salute.
"Sir, we didn't expect you to be here....!" exclaimed one of them.
"I know...." smirked Ginjou, narrowing his eyes. "Now tell me.... where can I find the Gaul, the so-called Champion....?"
Meanwhile....
Grimmjow was dazed out of his mind for the most of the day. Rather, he had been this way for the past few days, ever since he was kissed by Ichigo. The teen acted normal as usual like it had nothing happened, but the slave knew that he was feeling the same way. But.... it wasn't like the kiss hadn't affected him. With each night, his dreams kept getting interrupted by the sharp colors of orange and brown and he would wake up the next morning with an arousal that was hard to explain. He tried to act like it was no big deal, as he had trained vigorously alongside Renji in the past week leading up to this. But he was starting to think that the red-head noticed his subtle change of attitude.
".... I don't think you're that nervous for the last fight, right, Grimmjow?" asked Renji, as they were sitting on a stone bench. Grimmjow blinked out of his thoughts and glanced at him, completely ignoring the muffled sounds of the roaring crowd above them.
"No, it's not the fight I'm thinking about...." he mumbled, but Renji frowned in surprise at that.
"But you should, idiot," he said. "What are you thinking about so hard that not even the primus is making you excited?" Grimmjow sighed deeply, the plates on his armored right arm clanked as he shrugged his shoulders.
"It's complicated...." he muttered.
"Oh? And this complication will distract you on our fight, Grimmjow?" Renji questioned seriously. "Now that I think about it.... ever since we talked about relationships with men, I've noticed the way you'v been acting. Especially when you told me about you finding out Ichigo's sexuality....." His voice fell, as his eyes widened in surprise and he stared at Grimmjow. "Oh, do not tell me that you're beginning to feel lustful for that kid....!" he gasped.
"Tch, say it louder so the other fighters can hear us," frowned Grimmjow but the other man shook his head in disbelief. "But it's not what you think, Renji. The kid's one who was fawning for me, I couldn't do anything about it."
"But still.... was that the reason you look distracted right now, Grimmjow? I mean, I know Ichigo's considered an adult but I knew him for years. I still see him as a child but.... he's thinking like a true man and wishes to establish a relationship with you. I find that unsettling, if you ask me."
"I appear unlikely to one's eyes?" he questioned, causing Renji to chuckle in realization.
"Not you, but.... this is Ichigo I'm talking about," he replied. "Does he know what's he getting into? He's not the true master of the house like mine, so it would be rather risky to do such a thing. Plus, he's young. I doubt he has intimate experiences, if any."
"You're all right with that, with Ichigo's behavior shifted towards me?" questioned.
"Maybe it's a Roman thing, but I'm all right with it," shrugged Renji. "The real question is, how are you feeling about it? It's obvious that you don't wish for it to happen."
"Well.... how did you deal with your master when he fell for you?" he asked. Renji blinked at that but shrugged as he smiled a little.
"I actually went along with it," he answered. "Honestly, I was a bit curious about it but I'm glad that I did so.... I would've never known that I love my master the way I do now...."
"Oh...." Grimmjow nodded. Maybe that was it, that he was thinking the reason why he was feeling something for Ichigo. "So.... that is to say, if I was to be curious about it--"
"There he is, sir! With the magistrate's slave accompany him....!" Both men perked up at the sound of an army guard speaking nearby. Before he could think much of it, Grimmjow noticed a couple more guards suddenly standing in front of him with their hands on their scabbards defensively. He frowned in surprise before looking at Renji who was just as surprised, what was going on here?
"Heh.... the 'God of Rain', nice to see you here among the dead." The mocking cruel voice fell on the Gaul's ears and resentment immediately shivered throughout his body as his eyes narrowed. He glared up at Ginjou, who walked up to him with a sneer on his face. "Are you ready for your death this time, Gaul, or will you suck the gods' cocks to grant you life once again?"
"You--" growled Grimmjow, but Renji quickly held him back with his hand on his shoulder. His glare flickered at the red-head, who shook his head in warning. They both knew that any retaliation against the praetor would cause far more harm than good without their masters present. And Ginjou knew that as well, as his smirk widened.
"A good strategy, having Byakuya's slave to assist you, Gaul," he remarked. "Maybe he wouldn't have to chop off your leg like he had done to his last partner. But who knows....?"
".... I will win, that's all," gritted Grimmjow, but Ginjou responded with a mocking chuckle.
"Win? Sure, win for your master," he chuckled. "It's because of you that Ichigo and his household is becoming quite popular. But.... I don't believe so myself. You're still nothing but a barbaric piece of shit. The one who deserved to die along with his men the moment you decided to go against me. Do you know that, Gaul....?"
".... Frankly, I don't, because I survived your assault and I have survived all of my gladiator games," Grimmjow muttered lowly. "It's obvious that I will survive and win this one."
"Grimmjow...." warned Renji with a deep frown.
"Oh, is that right?" Ginjou snorted in amusement. "Well this may come as a surprise, Gaul, but.... I want you to live as well." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes in confusion and huff, what did he mean by that? "You see, Gaul.... I hadn't forgotten the insults you had bestowed on me the last time in my uncle's villa, nor that time when you dared to assault me despite of the status I have the weeks beforehand. That's why I am waiting for yor fucking fall, Gaul. The moment you lose, the public will turn their back on you. And that's where I'll come in.... no one will care about a loser being executed for his crimes, and nobody will stop me."
".... Except for my master, who pisses on whatever shit you pile on," he scoffed before he could stop himself. Almost on cue, the guards took out their swords though it was mostly to threaten the Gaul who snarled lowly.
"Please.... he didn't mean to insult you any further," Renji quickly rebuffed as he stood up. "Praetor, your uncle had given us the chance to fight in the primus. I don't mean to disrespect you, but surely you don't wish to ruin his patronage, as that would cause a rift in his reputation. Please, just let us fight, Praetor."
"Tch.... sheathe back your swords," commanded Ginjou, and the guards immediately obeyed. "See that, Gaul...? Even the magistrate's fuck-pet knows better than to insult me," he sneered as he glared down at Grimmjow, ignoring Renji's bristling reaction. "I'll give you just one more chance.... that is, should you win your fight. Because if you don't win, I will personally deal with you afterwards. You got that, you fucking barbarian?"
".... If you can try, Ginjou," Grimmjow challenged, his cyan eyes glinted dangerously as he stood up to his level. Rather than glowering, Ginjou merely smirked as he stepped back.
"You've forgotten that not even you master can't protect you, Gaul," he chuckled as he then turned to leave. "But don't worry about it.... I'll make sure that Ichigo is taken care of."
"Funny, the last time you've done that, you were reprimanded like a naughty little child by your uncle," he boldly countered, internally feeling gleeful the moment he saw the army commander bristled at the comment. But Ginjou said nothing of it, as he then walked away with the guards in tow. Grimmjow exhaled heavily, as if he would let Ichigo being held down by that vicious man like some fabled wolf-man....
So that was it, the feeling he was having. It was more than simple curiosity and confusion. He wanted to protect his master, who proved his worth for his boldness and determination. Ichigo.... he was different from the women he had been with, because he was something the Gaul probably had been missing even though he hadn't realized it at first. But his mind had been suddenly distracted, when he was roughly grabbed by his shoulders.
"Are you fucking mad....?" Renji gasped in a mix of disbelief and anger as he glared at him. "You're practically asking to get tortured and crucified with the way you were talking to the praetor! What makes you think you could do that?"
"Would you believe it if I tell you the truth?" frowned Grimmjow, and Renji frowned back.
"From what I picked up a moment ago, I assumed Ginjou's the one who sent you into slavery," he muttered.
"That.... and something I had to keep a secret lest that fucker's reputation gets worse," he said.
"Like what?" questioned the red-head, his eyebrows tensed.
".... Ginjou tried to rape the kid, at his uncle's house," he admitted. Renji's jaw dropped in disbelief and gasped. It was obvious that it was hard to take in, as he shook his head.
"On Ichigo....? What the fuck....?" he scoffed softly.
"Yeah...." frowned Grimmjow. "In fact.... his uncle was the one who bribed us the primus to keep the assault a secret. Guess it shouldn't matter now, because I'm the champion."
"Are you an idiot? Your title as a champion had been a lie, Grimmjow!" Renji scoffed at him. Luckily, they were alone to themselves as the other fighters were busy preparing for the games. "You didn't exactly earn it, if it was only gained to protect the reputation of the senator since it happened in his house....! Didn't you realize how wrong it was to accept it?"
"Yes, I knew.... and the kid knew that as well," Grimmjow frowned with a nod. "But.... after I won that primus, he decided not to let that event bother him. Whether or not I'm a champion out of a lie, it made me see a different side of him as he himself changed. He's become a brave young man in past few weeks."
".... You honestly believe that, Grimmjow?" Renji asked in concern. "But, you winning the primus was based on deceit and violence on your master. How did he feel aobut it?"
"Well, he didn't blame the senator for it, just Ginjou...." sighed Grimmjow, looking away grimly. "And he blamed me for a while.... for not protecting him. But.... even though he had forgiven me, I wanted to prove myself then. I guess that's the reason I forced myself to keep fighting and defeated that fucking giant."
"Hmm, I don't believe your fight with that giant was staged, that's for sure," Renji smiled a little. "So now what? You now believe that your title is false based on how you received that first primus?"
"Don't know, but maybe with you by my side, my title as the champion would be more legit," replied Grimmjow. Renji chuckled and nodded, the thick crimson hair framed around his face shook a little.
"I supposed so, might as well since I'm stuck fighting with you," he joked.
"Yeah...." Grimmjow smirked back before taking a deep breath. His thoughts shifted back to Ichigo, who was now in the pulvinus. For some reason, he really believed that the teen is different for the better, even after a few weeks. Now that Ichigo was becoming more bold in everything.... even kissing him, although Grimmjow was the one who agreed with it. That kiss.... the Gaul subconsciously licked his lips at the thought. He imagined the honey-flavored lips against his, it felt so soft and silky that he even wished that he could do it again.
Maybe he could, as he daringly smirked to himself. He supposed that he really was curious about what to do next, just like how Renji was with his master.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo could still feel the ache in his sprained ankle, which was wrapped with a split and bandages, as he had it elevated on a stool. In addition to that, Nel obligated-- or rather forced herself-- to accompany the teen for the games, since he can't really walk around on his own. The female slave wasn't still too keen about his minor injuries since she saw Grimmjow carrying him home, despite the fact that Ichigo really did trip over a rock. But luckily, she didn't seem to notice him blushing a little at the fact that he had kissed Grimmjow moments before.
It was exciting yet anxious to kiss the Gaul, to feel the surprisingly smooth but unmoving lips against his. Grimmjow seemed to act indifferent the days after the incident, and the teen in turn had attempted to think nothing of it. But it was rather hard, when he was watching him train for this fight. It seemed that the kiss had made his feelings stronger, and it became even harder to hinder it down, especially around his family and servants. But it was a good thing that nobody noticed, as Nel was mainly focused on his ankle.
"You still blame Grimmjow on the injury, Nel? I really did hit my foot on the rock," Ichigo brought up the subject as he glanced up at the woman standing beside him.
"I've never blamed him for you getting injured, just that now you're around him you seemed to get hurt one way or another," sighed Nel with a frown.
"I get hurt all the time, I'm a man for crying out loud," Ichigo frowned. "Even as a child, I nearly broke my arm from falling off a tree. It seems to me that you notice it more now I'm around Grimmjow."
"Because we both know what that man thinks, Ichigo.... because he once lived as a warrior, he's obviously vicious in nature," muttered Nel.
"That's your opinion, Nel, but I actually see a different side of him...." Ichigo said, though his cheeks tingled a little at the thought of his first ever kiss. "Plenty of time, he's decent to talk to if you give him a chance."
"But every time I talk to him, he always seems to be defensive and hostile," she sighed.
".... Don't worry about it, Nel. Maybe he's more willing to befriend those who take up swords," Ichigo joked a little, and Nel just sighed.
"At least your injury's not keeping you away from today's games, Ichigo," Aizen smiled lightly, catching the teen's attention. "You wish to see Grimmjow fight, there's no doubt about that."
"True, especially with Renji as his partner," remarked Byakuya. "This will truly be an interesting battle, wouldn't you say?"
"Well, this is Grimmjow's ideas to have Renji with him, as they usually sparred at Urahara's ludus," Ichigo smiled a little. "I believe they're becoming friends, don't you think so, Byakuya?"
"Hmm, I suppose so," nodded the magistrate. Almost on cue, the horns blared for the start of the last game, and all eyes trained on the blood-splattered arena. The crowd cheered as the gate finally opened, and the two men stepped out. Both Grimmjow and Renji stepped out, and they both bared very similar armors saved for the Gaul's blue plumed helmet and Renji's more rounded one. Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk, as he heard his gladiator name being chanted, before hearing Renji chuckling.
"You're really that popular, huh?" smirked the red-head, though his mask muffled most of his voice.
"But you'll be the one who could be the champion one day," chuckled Grimmjow.
"Maybe one day could be today," he joked. "But I guess we have to wait and see," he added, as they saw the gates opening on the other side of the arena and several gladiators of various types charged out. As they were trained to, the two men huddled back-to-back as they were shackled by their ankles the moment they were surrounded. "Let's see.... Got any plans, Grimmjow?" muttered Renji. "Heard that you're best at observing their weaknesses, that's how you cut them down."
"Hmm.... I won't really know until I go against them, and that would be a difficult," Grimmjow said, his sharp eyes staring at the ones he recognized by type. Though there was one that was unknown to him based on his armors, so he would deal with that one later. "I think I got it, Renji, but can you follow my lead?"
"Really, why should I?" questioned the red-head, though it was out of curiosity and surprise.
"You've forgotten that I'm a son of a former chieftain, so I know a thing or two about leadership," Grimmjow smirked. "Now then.... can you take out that Thraex on my left, so I can get the Retiarius in front of you?" Behind his mask, Renji raised an eyebrow in slight amazement as he glanced at said fighter in front of him. He didn't realize that the Gaul had already eyed the opponents so quickly.
"Okay, I can try...." smirked Renji as he nodded. "Hope you're right about this."
"Well, I'm never wrong," he chuckled. In an instant, all of the fighters charged at them, as the fight began. But almost simultaneously, both Renji and Grimmjow whirled around one another to attack their targets. As the Secutor, the red-head blocked the other's attack before countering with a slash at the chest of the Thraex. Grimmjow in turn immediately hacked against the wooden staff of the trident and broke as a result.
The audience cheered at the first moves, as Ichigo watched with a smile. He expected Grimmjow to act fast, and saw it with his own eyes. The iron-link chain rattled but barely tugged, since the men kept themselves within the perimeter as Grimmjow then stabbed the Retiarius before the other could react. His cyan glare fell on another Thraex and moved in on him, just as Renji disabled the first one. "Pull up, Renji....! Get the one with the spear!" he called out, feel the metal chain tugged on his ankle.
"I'm on it....!" sneered Renji. He backed up just in time to block the Hoplomachus' weapon. "Got you now, fucker....!" he smiled, moving in to catch his opponent off-guard with a slash at his bare leg. All the while, Grimmjow countered against the second Thraex before swinging down on him. Blood spewed out from the deep slash across the neck and the opponent let out a gurgled groan as he crumbled to the ground.
"Two down...." Grimmjow smirked to himself before turning to realize that Renji was still holding his own against the Hoplomachus. But he noticed the first Thraex was still standing despite of the bleeding chest wound. "Renji....! Look out!" he called out the moment he saw the fighter charging at the preoccupied red-head.
"Shit....!" Renji hissed as he backed off from his opponent, but not before feeling a sharp blade nicking at his shoulder. "Shit.... I can't believe he's still walking!" he gritted, feeling the fresh blood trickling from the small wound.
"Tough fucker.... Get to my side, I'll take it from here," he growled.
"Are you sure?" Renji questioned, breathing heavily since his mask and helmet were constricting his air by the minute. "I don't want you get hacked up since there's only three left."
"Actually it's two since the Thraex is on death's door," he muttered as he was taking a brief observation on what was left. "Let me get him and you kill the spear-fucker, then we'll deal with that one...." he added at the end, as he glared at the one who was just pacing around slowly. It was as if he was waiting for his turn to kill them. Whoever that one was, Grimmjow noted of his outfit. He was dressed similar to the Gaul but his rectangular shield was longer, close to an adult's height, probably enough to completely block most of his body. His left leg was covered with plated irons but his right forearm is also covered. That would mean that only the opponent's flaws were the right leg, the shoulders, and the torso. That is, if he could get around the tall shield.
"Tch, the Samnite's very difficult, so we have to take these fuckers," Renji agreed. Grimmjow smirked lightly from finding out the type of fighter but nodded as they waited for the wounded gladiators to come at them. Sure enough, they fell for it, as they rushed at them.
"Got you now....!" sneered Grimmjow and he jumped forward. The injuries on the Thraex slowed the man down when he tried to attack, and the Gaul ducked down. In an instant, he thrusted his sword straight into the stomach, his hand and armored arm were quickly coated with dark blood before he took his weapon out. "Good, now what....?" he panted, turning back to Renji. The red-head was having trouble holding against the Hoplomachus, as he was wheezing for air.
Grimmjow moved to help him, parrying against the wooden spear. "You're all right, Renji...?" Grimmjow huffed, pushing the fighter away. Renji barely but he had enough as he took off his helmet.
"I'll be okay," panted Renji with a shaky grin. Grimmjow smirked back and saw the Hoplomachus backing up, tossing away his now damaged spear in favor for the hidden dagger behind his small shield. "You want to kill this one, Grimmjow?"
"Not really, I want that fucker right there," smirked the Gaul as he took off his heavy helmet and glared at the Samnite fighter that was still waiting.
"Heh, you sure like a challenge...." he smirked as he went against his opponent. The crowd cheered when Renji finally overpowered the uncapable gladiator, deflecting the small dagger as he tackled him down and stabbed him in the chest. He panted but got up quickly, as he and Grimmjow turned to face the Samnite, who cocked his as he seemingly smirked behind his mask. "Cocky bastard, does he honestly think he can defeat us?" smirked Renji.
"If he believes so, then I'll shove my sword up his foolish ass," joked Grimmjow as they braced themselves. "Have you fought this type before, Renji?" he asked.
"Yeah.... but they're the reason why I lost the primus a few years back," nodded Renji.
"Well, I doubt that you'll lose again," he smirked, and his partner chuckled.
"Let's hope so," he smirked.
"Ready to die, you pathetic pieces of shit?" the Samnite sneered as he stepped forward.
"Heh..... we have to take down his shield, he's nothing without it," Grimmjow muttered, giving a brief glance to Renji. "There's a good chance that we could trip him with the chain. But we have to be precise about it."
"I got it, I'll go to his blind spot while you go on the offense," Renji nodded. The Gaul nodded back, before he took the lead and stalked towards the fighter. He smirked mentally when the Samnite took the bait and and charge forward. Immediately making a quick eye-contact with Renji, they both got into formations as they ran at him. But the opponent was smarter than perceived to be, as he suddenly shifted his footing and spun around, hitting the unexpected Gaul with the shield and in turn elbowed Renji right in the face.
The audience, even Ichigo, groaned in surprise at the sudden attack. Grimmjow groaned and spit out blood, as he stumbled back to the ground. Renji was still standing, but the impact of the attack busted his nose, with the blood leaking out the nostrils as he hissed in intense pain. "Fucking shit....!" he hissed, as Grimmjow staggered to stand up.
"Fast, he's so fucking fast....!" he gasped in agitation. "It's like he knows what we're planning!"
"Now what, Grimmjow?" Grimmjow glared at the Samnite fighter who resumed pacing. Despite of the heavy shield, the man was light on his feet. And he noticed that he shifted his masked face between him and Renji, as if he noticed more pointedly of their strategy. It was obvious that the gladiator was more experience than the others, and probably been in the arena far longer than the Gaul.
"Tch.... if we try to do it again, we'd just get hit," scoffed Grimmjow. "Maybe if we go to the left--"
"He's holding the shield on his left," frowned Renji as he wiped the blood off his nose.
"Exactly, he can't really attack behind that giant shit," he nodded. "Trust me on this, Renji."
"I have no choice anyway," he smirked a little. "Let's go...." Grimmjow smirked and nodded, just before both of them charged at the Samnite. As expected, the fighter moved to crouch behind the shield, and the blunet sneered as he charged ahead.
"Hahh!" he growled out, with enough force he stabbed trough the wood. The opponent was obviously startled at the sudden attack, as Renji took the advantage to go around to strike. But the gladiator saw him and angled his body to parry him.
"Shit!" Renji cursed before being pushed away with brute force.
"Ah! Renji....!" Grimmjow gasped before also being pushed down, his sword slipped out of the tall shield. "Shit! Come on....!" he snarled as he quickly got up. "Sneaky bastard, even though he hadn't expected it!"
"Damn it....!" scoffed Renji but jumped back from the blade swung at him. "I don't get this....! He's practically one step ahead of us! Do you got another plan, or do we get fucked in another turn?"
"I'm trying, but you know more about this fighter than I do!" frowned Grimmjow. "Do you have any plans yourself, Renji?"
"I can't think of anything fast....!" he scowled, as they jumped back when the opponent came at them. The metal chain jingled as the men retreated back, and Renji's eyes narrowed at the fighter. "I've only fought against this type once when I lost, and witnessed them fighting in the better half of the game. They're seriously tough to defeat....!"
"Had one even lost?" questioned the blunet.
"U-uh, I think so....!" Renji replied, but his tone sounded unsure of himself. Something Grimmjow could not afford, as his frown deepened at the answer.
"Are you fucking sure? Because I really cannot afford to lose!" he gritted. Through all this time, looking through the iron gate, Ginjou sneered in delight. As much as he wanted the Gaul dead, he wanted to be the one to execute him personally. That was why he bribed the Samnite fighter to simply beat him down, just enough to leave him an inch of life left so he can deal with the final blow. But the magistrate's slave was another thing, as his sepia eyes narrowed at the red-head. He despised those who are beneath him, but his role as a praetor was minor compared to Byakuya's, and he knew that the noble favored Renji dearly.
He gritted his teeth in slight annoyance. He had nearly forgotten about his favorite slave Tsukishima, since his uncle took him out of his ownership temporarily over a week ago. But.... it didn't mean that he had missed him, as he has spent most of his time taking advantage of his slaves as well as the brothel. But now he wondered if Tsukishima was still pining for him as the pathetic man would always cling to him no matter what he does to that slave. He wondered if his uncle had brought him here, but he hadn't noticed the sight of any other slaves except for Gin and Ichigo's female slave he didn't mind wishing to ravage.
But it was Ichigo that he wanted, as he eyed at the distracted teen from the distance. His loins quivered by the sight of him, but he willed himself to turn his attention back to the battle in the arena. He smirked a little when he saw Grimmjow and his partner scattering back from the Samnite. "Soon, I'll decapitate you, you fucking Gaul...." he gritted under his breath.
"Fuck it....!" snarled Grimmjow, crouching down as he tried to survey the weakness on the opponent once again. The only problems were that he was very quick to parry and block and that the large shield was mostly used as a secondary weapon. But it was a bit strange, as he observed further. The Samnite.... he was taking a bit too long to attack, whereas most other gladiators would charge in with little or no strategy in mind. It was like he was thinking about how to take them down, but it didn't look like he wish to kill them. "Shit, I think he's mocking us, Renji....!" he gritted as he stood up.
"Huh? What was that, Grimmjow?" Renji frowned.
"We're nearly exhausted but this fucker's barely breaking a sweat....!" he scoffed. "He doesn't want to kill us, but it appears that he wants us to drain our energy and to get us forfeit!"
"What the fuck....!" gasped Renji in disbelief. "That doesn't make any sense, Grimmjow! Aizen's the one who sponsors this primus, but I highly doubt that he wanted to stabotage his own gain!"
"I know, I don't believe it either," scoffed Grimmjow as he took a brief glance at the pulvinus. Aizen appeared rather distressed as he frowned at the outcome, it was obvious that he didn't expect this to happen. His eyes flickered to Ichigo, and he dryly swallowed at the sight of him. The teen seemed to be concerned, as his face was wretched with worry. He inhaled deeply, but subconsciously licked his lip, thinking about what would happen to him and Ichigo should he lose. He doesn't want to lose, not when Ginjou threatened to execute him and take his master away from hm....
He huffed deeply, there was no way that he would let that praetor do that. "Come on, Renji....!" he huffed. "Whatever this fucker's trying to do, it's best that we get him as quickly as possibly!"
"I know, but what can we do?" frowned the red-head. "This guy keeps taking us down....!"
"Let's see.... we keep charging ahead at an even level," he relayed. "I noticed that he lifts his shield to block us.... I'll go back to the first plan, Renji," he muttered in realization.
"Shit.... what're you trying to do this time?" he questioned. "I thought trippng him would be easy too, but--"
"I know but.... this time, we'll dive from his attack," he nodded. "He won't expect it. Come on, Renji, you have to trust me on this."
".... Okay, Grimmmjow," Renji nodded as they glared at the mocking Samnite. Almost immediately, they charged at him. As expected, Grimmjow noted, the opponent raised his shield to either block or counter and readied himself to strike. Sharp cyan eyes caught the russet-colored ones, before Grimmjow smirked slightly.
"Now!" he yelled out, and both of the men ducked down the instant they reached either sides of the Samnite, diving into the sand. The audience roared in cheerful surprise, but Ichigo's eyes widened at what just happened, as everybody watched the gladiator stumbling to the ground after the iron chain struck over his ankles. Grimmjow and Renji didn't waste any time getting up and they charged at him again. But the Samnite was just as quick and got to his knees to hide behind his shield. "Shit! You damn fucker....!" snarled Grimmjow but swung his steel-edged sword to hack down the defense.
Renji barely fared any better as he was parried and was pushed back. "Damn it!" he scowled, nearly stumbling over the chain as Grimmjow was also pushed away. But the Gaul was smirking a little as he glared at the partially damaged shield, splintering almost in half. "Seems like you can deal with the fucking shield after all," huffed Renji with a light smirk.
"It wasn't on purpose but now it is.... He's fucked now," he sneered, gripping his sword tightly. "Once I cut down the shield, we will stand a chance. You go to his left, I got an idea."
"When don't you have one?" smirked his partner. However, behind the gate, Ginjou frowned in agitation as he clenched his fists. The sudden change of event was making him aggravated and he huffed. This couldn't be right, Grimmjow was supposed to lose so he can personally kill him. But the gods kept screwing him over, the Gaul will survive his fight and win.
"This can't be....!" he gritted under his breath.
"Okay, Grimmjow! Let's go....!" Renji smiled with confidence as they charged at the Samnite fighter. The opponent saw their actions and attempted spun around to attack the red-head. But Grimmjow took the opportunity to move ahead.
"Got you now!" he snarled, swinging at the shield once more. The wooden protection splintered even further, before half of it had finally collasped. Renji then took the advantage of the stunned opponent, as he raised his sword at him.
"Yeah!" he cheered out, finally drawing the first blood from his arm with a deep wound.
"Wow, I didn't think Grimmjow would finally get to him....!" Ichigo smiled with amazement, while Nel watched with astonishment.
"Well, he couldn't have done it with Renji, that's for sure," she nodded.
"I know but.... it's amazing that he could strategize against his opponents just like that," he smiled, watching the fight reaching to its final point. "He thinks so differently than the other gladiators, he moves around as he thinks before striking, almost like a predator."
"Oh, Ichigo, you're very observant of your fighter," remarked Aizen with a slight smile. "I have never realized that you knew him long enough to make such an opinion like that." Ichigo blinked at that but smiled sheepishly with his cheeks tingling.
"Well, I like being friends with my servants," he sighed. "I suppose I wish to get close to Grimmjow...." But closer than just being friends, he added mentally. Nel frowned a bit by her master's statements but didn't think much of it as she shook her head. The teen was particularly stubborn when it came to making friends.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow snarled with glee. The shield was now rendered useless, he could tell as the Samnite struggled to hold the shattered protection in place. But it was pointless as he now had to face two men at once. "Not so cocky now, huh, fucker....?" he sneered.
"Look who's talking," smirked Renji. But they didn't have time to make petty argument, as the gladiator suddenly charged at him. Grimmjow sneered as he turned to parry against him, confidence renewing his strength as he quickly overpowered him. "I got him....!" the red-head sneered, going from behind to attack. The people in the audience cheered loudly as more blood spilled and the Samnite stumbled forward from the force.
"Tch, you're nothing but weak shit now that your shield's gone," sneered Grimmjow, moving to strike him. The gladiator groaned in pain when he felt the slash across his abdomen. He fell to his knees but held on with his hand on his sword, eyes glaring up at the Gaul through his mask. "Doesn't matter. It's time to send you to the fucking afterlife," he smirked, walking up to him with his sword raised.
"Wait a minute, Grimmjow," Renji called out, and Grimmjow paused in his actions.
"What, Renji?" he questioned in slight confusion.
"We don't need to kill him, letting him live would more likely shame him," he suggested. "But we could kill him if Aizen says so," he added with a slight smirk. He walked up to the defeated fighter and tore off his helmet, the Samnite's face was full of scowlful resentment as he continued to glare up at Grimmjow, even when his hair was roughly pulled back and a sharp blade of a sword pressing against his bare throat.
"Hm, if you say so--" sighed Grimmjow.
"Piece of shit, you fucking Gaul....!" scowled the man, and Grimmjow blinked in surprise as he turned his attention on him.
"What was that?" he scowled. But the Samnite sneered back, despite of blood drooling out of his mouth.
"The praetor paid me to take you down, just until you're hanging with an inch of your life....!" he admitted. "A fucking champion, you're nothing but a fucking joke! It won't be long until Praetor take you down like a savage you are....!" Grimmjow inhaled in shock as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Ginjou would stoop that low to bribe a gladiator to defeat him.
"Grimmjow--" Renji frowned, knowing what will happen.
"What fucking else did he tell you to do?" Grimmjow growled lowly, glaring down at him. "What should happen if I were to be defeated? What would happen to my partner?"
"Like I give a shit....!" he scowled though he coughed out blood. "He only wanted to kill you himself! While I become the new champion, but now that'll never happen because of you! You shit-eating Gaul....!" Grimmjow glared at the man as his eyes narrowed. But instead of being angered and annoyed by the statement, his lips curled into a snarky smirk.
"Good.... I'm fucking glad that I'm still the champion, and that Ginjou cannot do shit to me anymore," he smirked with his sharp teeth flashing. "You, on the other hand...." With that, he raised his weapon to point the tip against the bleeding chest, right at the heart. "I'm sure that you never had a chance against a fucking savage like me."
"You--" the Samnite gladiator couldn't curse him out any further, as he choked out the moment the Gaul's sword stabbed through his heart. Under the roaring crowd, he crumbled to the ground, his body twitched slightly for a moment before finally going still. Grimmjow breathed heavily, once again he won as he glanced up at Renji.
"Seems that your conflict with Ginjou is deeper than I thought, huh?" Renji smirked lightly, though it wasn't a joking matter.
"It's kinda obvious, huh?" panted Grimmjow with a nod. "Don't mention this shit to anybody, especially to your master. I wanted to use this victory to humiliate Ginjou further."
"Fine, but be careful about it. Ginjou's extremely volatile if you goad him more than you already are," sighed the other man. "If possible, you shouldn't confront him anymore. You don't wish to cause any more grief for Ichigo, right....?" Grimmjow blinked at that, and frowned lightly.
He had nearly forgotten about Ichigo.... He looked up to notice Ichigo being helped to his feet by Nel. No doubt that the teen was estatic to see him win again, by the looks of his beaming expression. He noticed Ichigo glancing down at him, then his master gestured downward before being led out of the pulvinus. ".... Seems that Ichigo wants to meet you in the barracks," Renji muttered, after noticing his glances.
"Yeah, I guess so...." nodded Grimmjow, with a small smile. "I kind of wish to see him also...." Renji cocked his head at his answer but his own smirk widened a little. He supposed his own opinions can wait for a while until the situation itself unfolds, now that he noticed the Gaul's fond answer of Ichigo.
(Blood and Sand)
Exhaling heavily through his nose, Ginjou hastily stomped his way through the gritty hallways of the barracks. There was no need for him to hang around any longer, now that Grimmjow won once again. He had humiliated him once again by not getting killed, and the praetor's temper was getting worse by the days. For now, he wished to avoid being noticed by the nobles, especially his uncle, as he slipped out of the back gate for outside. "Uh, s-sir....!" one of the guards called out the moment he barely took two steps past them.
Ginjou inhaled sharply and clenched his jaw as he turned to glare at him, and the subordinates knew that he was angry as they shivered by his expression. "What?" he questioned.
"A-ah, I don't mean to stop you.... but your uncle, Senator Aizen, wishes to see you," he informed. The answer immediately made Ginjou's frown deepen in agitation, as he threateningly walked up to the guards.
"Who told him that I was present in the arena?" he questioned lowly.
"I-it was protocol, should any high-ranking officers of the military are present here, they must be informed to the magistrate and the senators....!" the man answered meekly.
"I didn't want to be noticed, that's why I went to the barracks, you stupid fuck!" he seethed in annoyance.
"But it was still the rules, sir....!" answered the other guard.
"I don't give a fuck....! If I wished to meet with my uncle, I would've done it myself. But I didn't, so I don't want to--"
"Kuugo, please refrain from belittling your subordinates and talk to me," Aizen's calm but scolding words suddenly shut him up but Ginjou huffed angrily. ".... Could you please turn aorund so we can talk like civilized adults?" he requested.
"Tch...." Ginjou frowned as he did what he was told. But his eyes widened slightly when he noticed Tsukishima, who was standing alongside Aizen and Gin. The tall slave appeared rather healthy, with his pale face absence of the bruises had received over a week earlier and his stringy black hair was now silky. Even his outfit mirrored that of the senator's slaves, wearing an ivory-colored linen tunic. But Tsukishima didn't appear happy of being with Aizen, as he stared with renewed comfort at his otherwise vexed master. "So he was here, all this time....?" he questioned.
"Of course, Kuugo," sighed Aizen. "I had assumed you would be here for him, long before I was informed of your presence. But you didn't bother to make yourself visible upon the pulvinus."
".... I had thought you wouldn't allow me to be around you, especially since Ichigo was present," he muttered disgruntedly.
"Hmm.... I supposed that's true," Aizen calmly agreed with a light nod. But that answer only made things worse, as Ginjou scoffed under his breath. "Well, no matter, his hands had long since healed as did his bruises. However.... he seemed reluctant to follow through my orders almost every time during his stay, since he only referred you as his master."
"Well, I am his master, Uncle," forwned Ginjou, shaking his head. "It should make sense that he only wishes to serve me." Aizen just sighed but nodded, wanting the coversation to cease.
"If you dare to make a scene involving him in my house again, I'll remove him from your ownership permanently," he sighed. "Is that clear, Kuugo?"
"Yes, I understand, Uncle," he muttered.
"Well.... you're free to leave now," Aizen commaned as he turned to glance at Tsukishima. The slave blinked at that and respectfully bowed at him before moving to walk up to Ginjou.
But Ginjou was still irritated, as his slave bowed his head submissively at him. Tsukishima's hazel eyes hesitantly gazed at him, waiting for any command given to him. The army commander didn't provide any verbal one, however, as he jerked his head to the side before turning to leave. Tsukishima took the message, as he quickly followed after him, hoping that his master wasn't truly mad at him.
But that could be wrong....
Meanwhile....
Still wearing their gladiator outfits, both Grimmjow and Renji were escorted to their masters at the entryway of the barracks. The red-head smiled sheepishly at Byakuya despite of the dried blood around his nose, though the noble barely batted an eye at his condition. "You've done well, Renji," he commented. "You didn't receive any critical injuries. But.... is your nose all right?"
"Uh, yeah, I think it's good, Master," Renji replied, carefully poking at his nose. "It doesn't seem to be broken, just a little sore...."
"Well, that's good," sighed Byakuya before turning to Ichigo, who was carefully holding onto Nel as he leaned on his good foot. "I'm glad that you considered having Renji within the primus with Grimmmjow. I'm sure that his rank will raise significantly in the next month's games."
"Oh, it was nothing," smiled Ichigo. "I'm just glad that both of them won, that's all."
"Next month? I have to wait that long to fight again?" frowned Grimmjow.
"This was the last game of the festival, Grimmjow. The next set will be in a few weeks, during a very important celebration," the teen nodded. "It's to honor our very first emperor, and it's pretty obvious that you'll fight on that day."
"Hm, whatever, as long I get to fight and kill," shrugged the Gaul with a slight smile. He caught eyes with his master, and his smile widened a little at him. Ichigo instantly noticed it, and he felt his cheeks tingle once again. Was Grimmjow trying to....?
"Well, now that we're done here, shall we leave now, Master?" smirked Renji.
"Yes, we'll leave.... until then, Ichigo," Byakuya muttered as he turned to the teen.
"Oh, see you later, Byakuya," nodded Ichigo.
"Come along, Renji," the noble requested, as he walked ahead to leave the barracks. Renji moved to follow after him but paused to pat Grimmjow on the shoulder, sporting a sly grin on his face.
"Think about what you're doing, Grimmjow, okay....?" he murmured quietly to his ear.
"Hm, what....?" Grimmjow blinked at the red-head's words, but it barely had a chance to have it settling in when Renji was already leaving. He mentally frowned but wasn't annoyed, the man was simply warning him the circumstances now that he knows of Ichigo's infatuation on the Gaul.
"Grimmjow....?" Ichigo said, catching the other man's attention. "Are you all right?"
"Hm, yeah," he nodded a little. "How's your ankle, is it healing right?"
"U-uh, of course," Ichigo smiled sheepishly. "The bruise is going away, anyway...." But Grimmjow nodded as he put up another smile.
"That's good to hear," he muttered. Nel listened to the conversation with a sense of interest and curiosity. A lot of times, she had seen Grimmjow acting brash and rudeful around everybody, even against superior Romans. But right here, he seemed nonchalant and friendly with the teen, even more so now since they both had been sparring with one another.
"Well, now that it's over, I supposed you can take a breather until you're given a chore back at the villa," she suggested. As she expected, Grimmjow's smirk dropped almost immediately as he scoffed at her.
"Fuck, woman, I had just won," he frowned. "You just like to ruin the fun outta anything, don't you?"
"Nel, it's okay, I'm sure Urahara might ask for him to train pretty soon," smiled Ichigo. "Speaking of which, do you mind waiting outside for me?"
"Huh? Why, Ichigo?" asked Nel, frowning in surprise.
"There's something I wish to discuss with Grimmjow," he replied. "Don't worry, it won't take long."
"Well.... okay, if you're sure about that," Nel nodded. Carefully, she let go of him as the teen leaned against the wall. She took a brief glance at Grimmjow, wondering what could it be that they have to talk about, but shrugged it off as she strolled for the exit. Once she was out of sight, Ichigo sighed deeply and glanced at Grimmjow, who was waiting patiently for him to break the brief silence.
".... You really did well today, Grimmjow," he commented quietly. "I can't imagine that you were able to hold your own against those other gladiators, even with Renji's help."
"Tch, those men had no match against me, that's all," muttered Grimmjow as he walked up to him. "But.... I don't think that's what you wanted to talk to me about, kid," he pointed out. "What's on your mind?" Ichigo sighed softly, scratching through his hair as he glanced down.
".... You didn't mention much about the kiss last week, Grimmjow," he mumbled. "You were pratically avoiding me on the subject, maybe because you didn't think it was not a big deal to you...."
"No, that wasn't it, kid," sighed Grimmjow, and Ichigo blinked in surprise.
"Then why were you focused only on your training, if that wasn't the case?" he questioned.
"Mainly because I'm still the champion, duh," Grimmjow smirked lightly. "And I could say the same thing to you. I thought you'd try to talk to me about the event."
"Uh, you forgot that I was on bed rest most of the time because of my ankle," smiled Ichigo, standing up straight without putting much pressure on his sore foot.
"Right, right...." sighed Grimmjow. "So.... what's there to do about it? Can we act like the kiss had never happened?"
"I don't know about that.... but I do know that my feelings for you still hadn't changed since then," Ichigo smiled softly. "In fact.... it feels a bit stronger ever since I kissed you, Grimmjow," he said as he gazed up at him. "Even if you don't feel the same way, I can undestand that--"
"Kid.... I don't think I ever said that," replied Grimmjow and Ichigo blinked in surprise as he stared at him.
"Huh? What are you saying, Grimmjow?" he questioned. "Are you.... since the kiss, have you been thinking about it....?"
"More like I've been dreaming about it, kid," he rephrased with a light smirk. "Not sure why but.... I still don't get it. But I know one thing is that you and only you are the one who's making me think differently from the females I've been with. Maybe.... maybe Renji's right about having feelings back...."
"What, really?" Ichigo gasped softly with his eyes widened. "Are.... are you really serious about that, Grimmjow?"
"Don't really know.... only one way to find out." Before the teen could react, his slave suddenly moved close to his face. "W-wha....?" he gasped.... just before he felt a pair of lips against his own. His heart stopped, at least he thought it had, and his eyes widened.
Grimmjow was kissing him.... and he didn't try to stop it. Rather, the teen kissed back, inhaling the familiar scent of salt and dust coming from the Gaul. When Grimmjow nipped at his bottom lip, he shivered at the action and gasped but the older man took the opportunity to dive his tongue into his mouth. "Mhh....?" Ichigo nearly muffled out a questionable sound but Grimmjow's hand reached out to cup the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He shivered out of confusion but mostly out of excitement, as he moaned softly and slowly reached up to touch his scarred chest. He could feel the smooth texture of the deformity compared to the gritty but soft skin of his slave.
"Mmh...." rumbled Grimmjow deeply. He could feel the sense of inexperience with the teen, but he mentally smirked as he wrestled their tongues together. It wasn't long until Ichigo managed to get used to it, he could taste the metallic hint of blood in the Gaul's mouth but it didn't bother him much.
All it matter was that both him and Grimmjow were kissing. His face was feeling warm with excitement, and his heart was beating terribly fast as oxygen was burning up in his chest. "Ah....!" Ichigo gasped in gulps of air the moment Grimmjow stopped kissing and pulled away. He knew that his face was blushing deep-red, but Grimmjow's expression barely changed except for a small smirk on his face as the blunet stepped back. "Sh-shit....!" gasped Ichigo, his glazed eyes stared at him in absolute disbelief.
"Shit is right.... now I'm fucking glad that I did it," smirked Grimmjow, licking his lips lightly.
"But.... I mean, I had thought you wouldn't want to do this with a male," panted Ichigo.
"I stand corrected, I wouldn't do this with any male.... just you, kid," he muttered. "There's something about you that makes me feel interested about you. You're very challenging and determined, willing to go against the norms of your society just to do what you feel like doing. Like ravaging lips with your slaves...."
"But...." the teen could still feel the tingling sensation in his face as he finally calmed down and he shook his head. "You find my personality that interesting, Grimmjow....?" he questioned.
"Of course.... although, I hadn't expected it to go this fast," he chuckled. "I mean, within over two months, we went from master and a disgruntled slave to eventual friends to.... well, what do you think we are now?"
"Oh, uh...." Ichigo frowned, unsure what to say of the situation. "I really don't know.... I can't say that we're lovers if we hadn't, well...."
"Fucked?" Grimmjow smirked, chuckling when he noticed Ichigo blushing again.
"Then what are we to each other, Grimmjow....?" he asked quietly. Grimmjow merely shrugged as he reached up to ruffle at his master's silky orange hair.
"Something, that's for sure," he sighed. "But it's something forbidden and we should keep this relationship a secret." Ichigo frowned at his blunt remark but that was true. Since he wasn't the master of the house, he couldn't openly have a relationship like Byakuya had with Renji. He still had to follow his father's words, even though Isshin was a very lenient man. Even so, Ichigo's decisions were often questioned and this was not one of these things that his father shouldn't know.
".... So now what, now that we're in a relationship?" he asked.
"How the fuck should I know, kid? This is a first time I've been in an appropiate one, especially with a guy," shrugged Grimmjow, and Ichigo frowned at him for being so nonchalant about something so serious. ".... What? I already told you that I only fucked the girls in my village but I had never bothered to try having a true relationship with them."
"By the gods, you never even tried?" frowned Ichigo.
"Well.... I knew this one girl for two months, but I don't think that counts since we have to go to the forest to fuck," Grimmjow muttered with a shrug. "Plus, she was a niece of the current chieftain so that was a secret until she was put into an arranged marriage...."
"Goodness, Grimmjow...." sighed Ichigo. But the Gaul leaned to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. The teen blinked at glanced up at him, and Grimmjow smiled at him.
"There's a first in everything, kid. Maybe I'll just go with my instinct and see what happens," he smirked.
"That sounds a bit dangerous, considering your personality," frowned Ichigo. But Grimmjow chuckled and stood straight, wrapping a strong arm around his master. "Huh? What're you doing, Grimmjow?" he frowned at him.
"Your ankle's still injured, remember?" he smirked. Ichigo blinked at him and a hint of embarrassment blushed across his cheeks in realization.
"Oh, right...." he mumbled with a small smile. Grimmjow chuckled a little and led him out of the arena barracks. It would be a hard time getting used to his feeling for the teen. But for now, he wished for the relationship to stay in its infancy for a while. As neither of them were sure of how to deal with being in one.
(Blood and Sand)
Ginjou didn't pay attention to Tsukishima since he obtained him back from his uncle earlier today, as he was still seething with utter annoyance and anger. The gods were humiliating him in almost every way, even more so ever since Grimmjow had been fighting as a gladiator and winning in every battle. As usual, he was taking out his frustration on his poor slaves, as he pinned down a female servant on his bed to take her. "Shut your fucking mouth....!" he hissed with such venom when he roughly trusted into her and she let out a pained cry. Apparently to him, she wasn't trained enough to take it as he retaliated with a sharp smack to the face. "Shut the fuck up....! I'm not in the mood to fuck a dead slave!" he snarled, holding her down by the throat as he quickly moved in and out of her.
All the while, Tsukishima stood in a corner, staring blankly at the cruel sight before him. The tall slave had assumed that he would be punished immediately after returning home. But so far, he had been ignored as Ginjou held down his latest victim. He wasn't given a command other than to stand aside, but a sense of apprehension dreaded in his thoughts. Maybe his master was thinking of ways to torture him after the confrontation at the senator's house, and he knew that his master wouldn't forget such a promise like that.
"Gah! Fuck....!" gritted Ginjou, smelling fresh blood leaking out of his slave's abused crotch. He knew that she wasn't a virgin, and that she wasn't bleeding for a different reason or else he wouldn't have taken her. He was obviously rough on her, and he would 'dispose' of her should she appear different in the coming months.... The girl finally stopped crying, mainly from her throat being crushed by the army commander's strong hand, but she was still breathing as she fell unconscious. "Tch, worthless whore...." scoffed Ginjou, before he finished up his assault.
He could feel the girl's body flinched a little as he let out a deep climax, but he wasn't satisfied. He slipped out of and got out of his bed, immediately disregarding the servant as his narrowed eyes fell on Tsukishima who shivered from his glare. But he didn't utter a word to him as he walked up to a chair where his army uniform was hanging. With hesitant eyes, Tsukishima watched what was he doing and he instantly supressed his shock the moment he saw him pulling out his sharp dagger from the belt. The praetor could not possibly be serious about cutting off his tongue....
".... Kneel down, Tsukishima," Ginjou muttered much too calmly from moments earlier. But Tsukishima quivered in fear as his master turned to him, afraid to obey but just as afraid not to. "You heard what I said.... kneel," he commanded as he walked up to him. Tsukishima shook almost to the point of hyperventilation, but finally complied as he fell to his knees.
"P-please, Master...." he gasped.
"I don't think I remember ordering you to speak," Ginjou coldly adressed and his slave immediately went silent. ".... I wondered about you sometimes, Tsukishima. You always try to please me.... but by the end of the day, you kept fucking up. I'm not sure whether you're a fucking idiot who can't seem to follow a simple order, or that you want something else out of.... someone else." Tsukishima shivered, what was his master getting at? ".... Did my uncle fuck you after he took you from me?" he questioned.
"Wh-what....?" gasped Tsukishima gasped but didn't expect a sharp backhand across his face, coughing as he felt blood in his mouth.
"I'll ask again.... my uncle may be a noble senator, but I know him being a sexual deviant as much as I am. But at least he treat his slaves rather well, unlike his so-called disasterous nephew...." growled Ginjou, before he suddenly reached out to grab at his frightened slave's hair and pulled his head back to reveal his bare throat. "That's why I want to know.... whether or not he had his cock up your fucking ass....!" he snarled loudly, as he then pressed the blade of his dagger against the pale skin. Tsukishima emitted out a choked whimpered, his hazel eyes widened with warm stinging tears as he stared pleadingly at him.
"M-M-Master...." he whimpered. But Ginjou's expression twisted into a cruel sneer, trailing the dagger deftly across the skin, a thin line of red soon appeared with tiny beads of blood oozing out.
"Just tell me the truth, did my uncle fuck you? And if he did.... did you like having his nasty old cock buried deep inside of you?" he questioned with such venomous loathing.
"H-he never touched me, M-Master...." he whimpered pleadingly. "He only made me d-do chores a-a-around his villa. Only his main slave w-was at his side, Master.... h-he had never once gave a lustful gaze at me." Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Ginjou stared at his slave for a moment until he slowly moved the dagger away from his throat.
"Is that so....?" he exhaled deeply. "Uncle had never fucked you.... that's a relief."
"Y-yes, Master--" Tsukishima mumbled but he went still once again, when his master pressed the weapon against his forehead.
"However.... those other times that you've pissed me off, I haven't forgotten those," Ginjou muttered lowly, the tip of the dagger deftly pushing the bangs away to reveal the thin scar that marred the seemingly perfect skin. "I believe.... you made me truly angry when you lied right in front of me about breaking that cup. Something as minor as that, but a lie is a lie after all.... Why did you let Ichigo do it for you, huh?"
"I-I do not know, Master....!" pleaded Tsukishima. "He insisted on it, b-because he believes that you...."
".... What? What did he say about me?" he frowned, and his slave shivered out of sheer fear. "Either you tell me, or I'll cut out your eye."
".... H-he believes you to be a cruel Master who abuses and kills his slaves, including me...." he answered with a fearful whisper. Ginjou narrowed his eyes at the answer, but for some reason his lips curled up into a smirk, trailing his dagger lightly against the scar.
"Is that right....?" he smirked lightly. "Well, Ichigo's not so far from the truth, anyway. But you, however...." His smirk widened as malicious thoughts gleamed in his eyes. "It hurts me that you attempted to hide the truth from me, no matter how minor it is." Before Tsukishima could try to plea, a sharp jabbing pain stabbed into his skin and he let out a choked but horrified gasp. His master was slicing deeply over his old scar, fresh blood trickling over over his eye and down the side of his face until it dripped onto his linen tunic, like an unorthodox pattern of crimson rosettes.
"A-a-ahh....!" Tsukishima whimpered feebly, unable to pull away from his master's punishment on him. Any attempt of moving away would result in even more torture. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Master....! I've learned my lesson--" he pleaded.
"No, no.... I know you do, but this is my way of teaching you a lesson," Ginjou smirked in a disturbingly relaxing manner. "From now on.... you will stay silent until I say so, you will not speak to anyone over any circumstance as long as you stay by my side. After all, you mouthing off about a specific noble is what it all started in the first place. And after I finish this brand on you, you will not speak no matter what. Unless I really have to cut off your tongue. Is that clear, Tsukishima?"
"A-ah! Yes, Master....! I'd do anything to please you....!" whimpered Tsukishima, by now the deep red blood had soaked through the front of his tunic. That made Ginjo's smirk widened before removing the stained dagger away.
"Good.... such a very good slave," he chuckled darkly. "A silent slave is a better slave, I should say. Now go and clean up.... I don't wish to see you looking like that when you're sucking me off."
"Ah...." Tsukishima was too much in shock to speak anyway, as he barely nodded and he shakily stood up.
"Go now," he commanded. His slave shivered but managed to leave, the wound was still oozing blood as fresh tears flowed down his cheeks. Ginjou merely sighed, looking at his reflection of the weapon. He needed to get that out of his chest, after his failed attempt to take Grimmjow's life. But maybe now Tsukishima will be able to do what he is told, now that the brand on his forehead had deepened. Suddenly, he heard a soft moaning and he glanced over his shoulder with a barely raised eyebrow.
The female slave he had assaulted was finally waking up, much to his subtle annoyance. "Tch.... now I have to deal with this slut," he frowned, gripping his dagger tightly as he went back to his bed.
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Well, my family's country didn't fare much during the Olympics, not surprisingly. Although during the men's 400m hurdles in the semifinals, the guy came up fifth so that was the closest thing of accomplishing something!
So, wow! Seems that I made more use out of Ginjou's character than Kubo, in such a dark way....
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