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Yeah, I bought Bejeweled and there's a very good chance that I might get distracted by it. That, and the fact that Christmas and New Years are right around the corner! I'm gonna be so busy....!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 23- Hate Me, Then Fear Me
Wiggling his nose, Tsukishima could smell the disturbing damp scent within his master's house. Even with the other house slaves were available to clean up the place, it wasn't enough to take away the dishonor his master, who had been forced to manage himself since Aizen had disowned him. Only several weeks had passed since then but it felt like months of torture with Ginjou's recent destructive moods. Already, he had seen some of the servants with deep bruises on their bodies with occasional broken bones. Including himself, although he had only suffered a certain amount against his stomach when Ginjou decided to 'punish' him one time.
It was the new German slave that was forced to take on the most of his master's anger. It hadn't been a day that he had not seen a flawless skin on him, only blackish-purple bruises and dried blood covered him whenever he would see him. Not that Tsukshima even cared about him. In fact, he was secretly hoping that the new slave would just keel over and die so he could be his master's favorite once again. Walking quietly down the hallway, he stepped into the room where Ginjou was taking his bath.
However, the still disgruntled praetor was distracting himself with another poor slave, rutting roughly into a semi-conscious girl over the edge of the bathtub. Tsukishima knelt down by doorway, waiting to be ordered. Lucky for him, Ginjou managed to finish with a deep grunt before his burning eyes turned to the meek slave. ".... What is it this time, Tsukishima?" he muttered.
"A messenger came, Master...." answered Tsukishima, his head bowed down to avoid the glare on him. "I have the letter right here, if you wish to read it--"
"Of course I want to fucking read it....! You don't need to tell me that!" scoffed Ginjou. "Almost every day, I have been summoned by the damn Senate since that bullshit....! It's almost annoying....!" His mind went back to that night, when Ichigo defiantly stood up against him, practically cornering him with sword in hand. Just to protect the Gaul, who was just as defiant, in front of Roman nobles. But he didn't like it.... he remembered how Grimmjow managed to calm Ichigo down, even adressing him by his name rather than 'master'. It didn't make any sense, he realized it, of how close both of them appeared to be with each other.... ".... Give it to me right now!" he demanded.
"Of course, Master," nodded the slave as he stood up and walked up to him. Ginjou snatched the letter out of his hands and read it, only to scoff in annoyance at it. On a weekly basis, he been summoned left and right by members of the Senate as well as other government officials, talking about restricting his role as a praetor, rather than taking away his praetorship in general. But that was just as bad as again and again he had been stomped down for his behavior, especially after Ichigo's revelation about him.
And this time.... it was from Byakuya, who demanded of his presence within the week after he finishes his own personal businesses. "Shit.... I really am getting tired of this...." he grumbled in utter irritation. "Everybody's against me, all because of that fucking incident with Ichigo and that shit-eating Gaul...."
Tsukishima said nothing of it, but frowned in internal disdain. Ichigo was on his master's mind again but it was different this time. He didn't really care that the teen was a Roman noble, but Ichigo's obvious hatred for Ginjou made him disgusted. Yet he wasn't sure if his master was still lusting after him even after the confrontation, and that made him even more resentful. He glanced back at his master, who promptly stepped out of the tub with warm water splashes onto the tiled floor.
"Come on.... I need another hole to fuck," he grunted. Tsukishima blinked in surprise and nearly smiled, but composed himself and nodded as he followed after him. But he really couldn't believe it, it had been months since he had been touched and had been left to the side as Ginjou laid with other slaves. So to be offered back to his master's bed felt like an extravagant dream.
"Is there anything else for me to do, Master....?" he asked quietly.
"Just bend over and keep your fucking mouth, that's just it...." scoffed Ginjou. Tsukishima frowned a little but obeyed, as they walked into the bedroom. "Go.... take off your clothes and get on the bed," he commanded. Tsukishima nodded and took off his tunic. Months of being untouched had left his fair skin almost flawless until now, as he then crawled onto the bed with his face pressed into the soft mattress.
It wasn't long until Ginjou got onto him, he felt his heavy weight shifting around before he suddenly felt a rough saliva-covered finger pushing into him. "Mnnh...." he whimpered but bit his bottom lip to muffle out the noises. At least his master was being somewhat gentle to him.
"Shit, I didn't think you'd feel so tight after all those months...." Ginjou grunted as he pushed another one in. Tsukishima whimpered again but deep down he was enjoying the attention on him. Now that the German slave was out of the way. "Fucking shit...." growled the praetor. After a quick loosening, he took his fingers out and straddled over him.
"Guhh....!" winced Tsukishima, the moment he felt the familiar hard organ thrusting into him It was painful, and yet it felt wonderful. Ginjou grunted deeply and gripped at Tsukishima's wrist before he began to move. "Mmnhh...." the slim slave muffled his soft moaning into the mattress. As usual, his master didn't start out slow, instead he was bucking hard and fast with his breath panting harshly through gritted teeth. But he could feel the obvious anger coming off Ginjou, who proceeded to grab him by his black hair. "Ahhh....!"
"You're really a sick fuck.... how can you enjoy with me taking you as roughly as this?" he gritted, glaring down at Tsukishima's widened eyes. "Even if I keep punishing you, you still stay by my side like some fucking loyal lapdog....! I bet that if I chop off your fingers or burn your lips, you'd still stay regardless!"
"Ahh....!" Tsukishima gasped out sharply when Ginjou bucked forward, before feeling the harsh warm breath against his neck.
"Answer me, you pathetic shit....!" he growled, tugging at his hair again.
"Y-yes, Master....! I will stay with you no matter what....!" he whimpered. But the honest answer backfired as Ginjou's expession twisted in anger before pushing Tsukishima's face into the bed.
"I hate you, you disgusting shit....! You hear that! I fucking hate you!" he snarled in fury, thrusting harder and more harshly. "I hate my uncle! I hate those fucking senators....! And I hate that Gaul and that fucking smirk of his, as well as Ichigo! I'll fucking twist his neck-- I'll break every damn bones of his body and fuck his corpse....!" With that, he grunted deeply as he climaxed into his slave, who flinched and shuddered by the gushing feeling.
"Shit.... shit, I fucking hate this....!" Ginjou scowled angrily before pulling out. Tsukishima shuddered by the sudden lost of body heat but his hair was yanked again as he was forced to look up at his master. "I don't fucking get you, Tsukishima...." he growled. "I don't want a slave who wants to be broken by me.... I want the ones who's afraid of just seeing me! So why do you wish for me to keep stomping you down like the piece of shit that you are....?"
"...." Tsukishima shivered in fright but wasn't sure how to explain it, each second passing by seemed to make his master angier as Ginjou breathed down on his face.
".... And that is why you're really pathetic, Tsukishima," he growled, before shoving Tsukishima off the bed. The slave winced the moment he fell on the cold hard floor, but he didn't have time to feel the pain when he suddenly felt a harsh kick against his side.
"Ahh....!" he yelped out in pain.
"I am so fucking sick of you, Tsukishima.... there's nothing for you to make all of this up for me," growled Ginjou. "Maybe you hanging yourself would satisfy me, but I know you. You're too much of a coward to do so, because you're fucking obsessed with me...." He kicked at Tsukishima again, hearing him wince and groan, before scoffing in total disgust. "Get out of my fucking sight now.... once that boy's healed up, I'll take him back. Your position has been dropped off, you shit."
"...." Tsukishima said nothing, but hidden under his limp hair his expression was filled with mortification. His widened eyes glued to the floor, even as he slowly stood up with his head hung. But he could feel the heated glare on him, before he attempted to glance at him.
"Leave," demanded Ginjou and the tall slave nearly flinched by his cold tone. "Go away, you ugly piece of shit. You'll work as the other fuckers in this house and nothing more. Do you understand that....?"
".... Yes, Master...." Tsukishima muttered so quietly, as if afraid of raising his voice above a whisper. Without waiting another second, he slowly turned to leave, his feet softly scuffled as he finally left the bedroom. But it didn't take long until warm tears began trickling down his cheeks. After the years of loyal servitude, he was cast aside like garbage, now that his master was finally tired of him.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo shivered when he felt the clay-like paint rubbing down his face. He had his eyes tightly closed when Grimmjow decidedly applied two reddish lines down both sides of the teen's face and on his forehead. Ichigo was told by him that he often wore war paint during hunting and in the few battles he had experienced, and wanted to participate much to the Gaul's amusement. ".... There, now you look like a true warrior," grinned Grimmjow after he finished.
Ichigo blinked his eyes open and looked at Grimmjow, a hint of curiosity tickled at him to touch his face but resisted against it. "How does it look on me, Grimmjow?" he asked, and Grimmjow smirked at him.
"Like you could be part of my tribe, kid," he said.
"Oh? Really....?" Ichigo smiled in appreciation.
".... No, I'm just kidding, you simply look like a Roman with a shitty paint job on his face," he joked, chuckling when Ichigo instantly scowled at him with his cheeks slightly puffed up. That didn't really help with the paint down said cheeks. "Come on, you know I don't mean it...." he chuckled.
"Oh I know, but your jokes are becoming less and less funny," he huffed. Grimmjow playfully put up a discomforting frown as he pretended to grasp at his heart through his cloak.
"Ah! I can't believe you would hurt me like that, Ichigo....!" he groaned with his head hung. "I thought we were so close with one another, and now you would just throw it all away with one insult....!"
"Tch, I hear better acting on the street," scoffed Ichigo, but smiled as he let the joke go. "You sure that we should keep hunting even though most of the animals are gone for the season?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure that spring here is coming early, and so are the animals," smirked Grimmjow. "When you're a hunter, you have a hunch for certain things. And you should know that, too, kid."
"You sure that it's a hunch, and not some crazy supetition you made up?" joked Ichigo, but Grimmjow merely grinned as he gave him one of the hunting knives.
"This time, kid, you'll learn how to catch your own prey and kill it with your bare hands," he pointed out. Ichigo blinked at that in slight surprise. He assumed that he had done enough with helping Grimmjow hunt and fish, but maybe he was being made to do it on his own, as he looked at the often used knife in his hands.
"Are you gonna make me venture in the woods alone, Grimmjow?" he asked, glancing at the outskirt of the forest since they were standing around with Epona.
"No way, that woman would fucking kill me if I'd let that happen," the Gaul shook his head. "I'll teach you as much as I can, but after that you're on your own."
"Hm, I'm pretty sure I could do this," smiled Ichigo. "I've seen you doing it countless time so it should stick in my head." Grimmjow merely chuckled before going up to him, wrapping his strong arm around the teen's waist and nuzzled into his neck. Inhaling the subtly sweet smell off the flawless skin, he thought about his decision a few weeks back. He hadn't heard of Ginjou other than the sparse rumors of him losing his job, but he didn't let it occupy his mind as much anymore like Renji had advised. Instead, he decided to set his focus on Ichigo, who snuggled against his chest for warmth.
"Don't think that me doing this will give you an excuse for another romp in the woods," he smirked.
"Huh.... Actually, I wasn't really thinking about that," smiled Grimmjow as he looked at him. "I don't think we have time for that anyway, so we gotta use our time for sharpening your hunting skills."
"Ah, I suppose that'd make sense," Ichigo replied with a light smile. "Come on, let's do this...."
"Heh, I doubt it'd be easy for you," smirked Grimmjow as they stepped into the woods.
"Well, who knows?"
Later....
As if they have carried a dead body into the house, Nel stared at Ichigo and Grimmjow with widened and horrified eyes. "What is this....?" she gasped in disbelief, taking in sight of the two covered in dirt and mud as well as specks of blood on their clothes, courtesty of Ichigo managing to catch some small games all by himself. But Nel was seeing this differently, as her eyes narrowed in on Grimmjow, who merely stared back with usual defiance.
"Just the usual day, woman, nothing more," sneered the blunet.
"Not again.... please, don't do this, guys," Ichigo huffed in exasperation. "You argue the moment you see each other. For once, can't you just leave things be?"
"Wh-why should I, when Grimmjow keep pulling you into danger on a daily basis?" questioned Nel.
"Trust me, there are a lot worse shit in the world than me putting the kid in danger," Grimmjow snorted in annoyance.
"And.... what is that on your face, Ichigo? Did you use blood to paint your face....?" she gasped as she looked at the reddish smuge on him.
"No, it's just regular paint Grimmjow put on me," Ichigo explained. "Just please, Nel, you really should get used to it. It's been several months already, why can't you just deal with it and let some things go?"
"That's the problem.... you're taking everything in strive, especially after what had happened weeks ago," she replied with a worried frown. "Everybody in Rome knew the truth now, including me.... May I speak to you in private for a moment, Ichigo?" Ichigo's frown tightened at her request, but he nodded before turning to Grimmjow.
"Take these, Grimmjow," he muttered, handing the caught food to Grimmjow who frowned in understanding. "I'll be right back later, okay?"
"Sure, kid...." sighed Grimmjow, looking away from Nel's stare as he walked away, knowing what was coming.
".... Come on, let's go to the bath, it's better not to keep talking when I'm still dirty," Ichigo requested. He smiled in attempt to lighten the mood, as he grasped at her hand to lead her to the room. But Nel still frowned, looking at the teen that was growing up before her eyes. It was as if she didn't wish to believe that he was a young man, when she kept imagining him as little boy clinging to her over every little things.
She remembered when Ichigo was five and wanted her comfort during a thunderstorm, as his mother was bed-ridden after the twins were born. Nel had told him that the king god Jupiter was simply having a bad day, but the child could really care less in his young mind, as he cried and sniffled in her arms. "Everything's okay, Ichigo.... I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you...." she had murmured to him, wiping away the hot tears from his cheeks. But now.... Ichigo didn't act so defenseless and scared anymore. Now that he was being influenced by a man who doesn't even fear death.
As soon as they stepped in the warm humid room, Nel helped him take off his filthy cloak before looking at his face caked with dirt and paint. His expression was full of concern but open to speak about the subject that was coming up. ".... I'm sorry about not telling you the truth, Nel," he started the conversation, gazing at her. "It wasn't like I didn't want to tell you then.... I simply could not, when Aizen didn't want to ruin both his reputation and our family's. But now that Ginjou's being disliked and his position being questioned, it makes a lot of sense to reveal such a thing."
"I understand, Ichigo, but to keep that as a secret-- even Grimmjow knew of it, but I didn't," she frowned in concern. "I understand the part that he came to your aid before it went through. But because of the fact that he himself had kept it from me--"
"He did it to protect not only me but my family, Nel," he replied. "Only when he became a champion did he start to appreciate being here. You could understand that, Nel."
"Yes, but I truly wonder about that...." she muttered, mostly to herself as she briefly remembered seeing Grimmjow stepping out of Ichigo's room.
"Hm? Is there something else wrong, Nel?" asked Ichigo. Nel glanced at him, her lips pursed as if trying to reveal something else in her mind. "Nel.... I know that you worry about me, but I'm fine," he smiled a little. "I really am, no lying. Confronting against Ginjou was the best thing that could ever happen to me. Now that I feel a lot braver to venture more, both literally and figuratively."
"Yes, courtesy of Grimmjow, I guess," she said.
"Nel...."
"I don't mean it by distaste, I swear," she shook her head. "You are a young adult, you need to able to care for yourself and I understand that. Although Grimmjow's more of a crude teacher over such subjects."
"That much is true, but he's a very good friend," Ichigo smiled lightly, but the woman frowned just the same. She wondered if he was just telling the truth or being brainwashed by the oddly close relationship he had with Grimmjow.
"All right, then.... hurry and get yourself clean up," she nodded. "I'm sure that you wish to eat the meal you caught yourself, Ichigo."
"Oh, right...." Ichigo lit up. "Thanks a lot, Nel." Nel barely managed to smile back, before she turned to leave. But her mind and heart laid heavy about other things behind closed doors. And in this case, it was Ichigo's bedroom door.
(Blood and Sand)
Gladiator or not, Renji grumbled in annoyance of being treated as a house slave. Then again, he was a house slave before becoming a fighter, but he didn't like doing domestic stuff in his master's house. Like organizing and moving furnitures for his lazy mistress who lounged around in her bed. ".... Okay! Is this any better, my mistress?" he huffed in utter annoyance, settling down a heavy onyx statue of a reclining jackal in the corner of her bedroom. Plopping onto her side, Rukia glanced at the new position and hummed in consideration.
"Hmmm.... if it's in that corner, I won't able to see it whenever I enter the room. Let's try another area," she suggested, much to Renji's dismay.
"You're a real stick in my ass, Rukia!" he scowled. "We already tried four positions, what other ways can there be?"
"It's not my fault that you don't believe in the thoughts of a woman when it comes to finer things! You don't see what I see, and I say that I can't see my new statue in that corner!" she argued.
"Ugh, I swear to the gods that you're doing this to me on purpose....!" he scoffed, glaring down at the ridiculous decoration. "And where the fuck did you get this from? It looks so ugly....!
"Hey, that ugly thing's from Egypt and I paid good money for it!" pouted Rukia.
"A waste of money at that. I should tell Byakuya that you're dwindling away his account," he grumbled, squatting down to frown at the slim but weighty statue. "You know what? I'll leave it here, I'm getting tired of lugging it around," he huffed as he stood up.
"What? Come on, Renji, you can't leave there....!" scoffed Rukia.
"Try me...." he dared, strolling out of her room.
"Tch, I should make you do something degrading, like picking up donkey poop or something, for disobeying your mistress....!" she whined. But Renji cracked a smirk at he lame threat as he made his way to Byakuya's office. It had been a rather busy morning, and his master just as busy with his work. He had been so pre-occupied with his personal business that they rarely had time to be intimate with one another other than sleeping in the same bed together.
As soon as he turned a corner, he halted in his steps as well as his thoughts, when his expression fell the moment he saw something surprising. In the foyer stood the disgraced praetor, who stepped into the house after Rikichi opened the doors. Ginjou's expression was deep-set with absolute bitterness as he stared ahead, obviously ignoring the small slave's greeting.
".... Get your master, I'm sure he wanted to speak to me for some fucking reason," he grumbled. Rikichi seemed to flinch at the biting tone but nodded before moving to fetch for the magistrate.
"Oh.... Renji," he blinked at the sight of the red-haired fighter when he walked past him. "Do you mind staying here for a moment with the praetor as I get Master?"
"Ah, but.... shit," Renji frowned now that the boy was already gone, before turning his eyes on the praetor standing with two of his subordinates. It was too late anyway, as Ginjou's eyes narrowed at him. Renji's frown deepened but he unwillingly reverted to his role as a slave as he walked up to him. "Welcome, Praetor--" he greeted.
"Save it.... I do not wish to hear such false words coming from the magistrate's cocksucker," he muttered lowly. Renji snapped his mouth shut in surprise despite of himself. Yet he should have expected the insult from him, even though he wasn't exactly sure why Ginjou was here. Maybe Byakuya had requested of him to come but either he wasn't told or his master didn't bother to worry him over such affair. It didn't matter anymore, as he felt the disgusting glare on him.
"Don't think I didn't forget about your resistance to die...." spoke Ginjou, and Renji glanced at him with a confused frown on his face. "You know what I mean.... you didn't accept death as easily as possible, when that Gaul decided not to slit your fucking throat. You should've done yourself a favor and off yourself to protect your master's honor. And yet here you stand, as regal as you can, despite being a fucking coward."
".... My master still finds me worthy, Praetor," frowned Renji. "He did not wish for my death, as it was you who wanted it. And he found that to be very insulting, might I add..."
"I see," muttered Ginjou. Renji stilled himself when the other man stepped up to him, the narrowed sepia eyes staring down at him with so much contempt regardless of the even height between them. "You're nothing but a property to your master, a mere shell of a true human being. You're not even a Roman, so your opinion would never matter in any case, unless you think otherwise...." When Renji's marked eyebrows tensed at the continuing insults, the praetor noticed that and his lips nearly twitched into a long-forgotten sneer. "Huh, I believe you do, thinking that you have word to give much like your master. But there is a difference between him and you.... that he's a high-ranking man with a noble bloodline, while you have no history for yourself lest you were born from a disease-ridden whore."
"...." Renji said nothing, but the anger was evident on his otherwise composed face, his fists clenched against his sides to the point of the hard knuckles cracking audibly. He could see why Grimmjow had severe hatred for this man, but the thought of him dead was far from his mind. Ginjou had already fallen out of what little favor he had from the Senate but he was still a Roman of note and to disrespect him now would cause great indignity to his master.
"You're influenced by that fucking Gaul far too much," Ginjou scoffed softly. "It won't be long until you act defiant against your master as well as any other Roman authority. Maybe then I will have the privilege of seeing your head fall from your body."
".... I would never dare to betray my master, no matter what...." Renji muttered through his clenched teeth.
"Of course you don't.... seeing that you love his fucking cock so much," he said spitefully. "A supposed fearsome gladiator, with his face down in the mattress as he's getting rammed--"
"Are you conspiring to insult me further, Praetor?" Byakuya questioned out loud, as he walked into the foyer. Ginjou stepped back to notice him, as Renji dutifully moved to his side. His question was already answered by the distressed expression on his slave, as he turned to frown at the other man. "You're already making it difficult for yourself, Praetor. I advise you not to fall any deeper than you already had."
"Well, your slave had already mentioned such a thing," frowned Ginjou. "Although I would like to advise you to keep a tighter leash on him."
"True, but he's a gladiator and his true personality often comes out. That's to be expected," Byakuya muttered. "Yet he's not so far from the truth, as all the thoughts of Rome." The passive backlash was enough to irk Ginjou, who clenched his jaw firmly. "Come, there is something I need to discuss with you. About those German villagers you captured and sold into slavery."
"If you must know, I was in my right of taking them into my custody, since they were the one who provoked the attack in the first place," he defended.
"Of course, but since most of the Senate think otherwise, we simply need some proof," Byakuya replied as he and Renji moved to walk to his office. Ginjou and his subordinates followed after him, his frown fixed with displeasure. He knew that the nobleman was looking down at him no matter how neutral he looked, as was everybody else in the city worthy or otherwise. He could tell how the lower class would stare and mutter among themselves whenever he passed through the streets.
He knew what they were saying. That he was kicked out of the family line by his uncle, being defeated by a teenage boy who accused him of assault, and seeing that Gaul being pardoned and assumed title of champion rather than being punished was the worst insult among them. The thought of both him and Ichigo was making his blood boil. Once they stepped into the magistrate's office, Ginjou could see piles of documents and other parchments scattered across his desk, noting that the other nobleman was constantly busy.
"Renji, fetch some water for the guest," ordered Byakuya.
"Of course, Master," nodded Renji, ignoring his will to eye at the praetor as he walked out of the room.
".... He draws blood like river whenever he's in the arena, yet you make him fetch refreshment like a common house slave?" inquired Ginjou.
"He was raised initially to do domestic chores, it was only then I decided to make him a gladiator when he had gotten older," Byakuya quickly answered. "Enough about that, I wish to discuss about the situation in the Germanic lands where you were stationed. Now tell me.... are there any reason to enslave the inhabitants of the village in which you destroyed?"
"It was either that or we killed them all, Magistrate. It was a better profit that we throw them into enslavement," he reasoned.
"Yet they are a lesser desire because of their kind, and a lesser profit in doing so," frowned Byakuya, walking around his desk to shuffle up one pile. "Unless you can sell most of them off to the arena, you're simply losing more than gaining, Praetor. Tell me, do you think of me wrong?"
"For some parts, you are wrong," muttered Ginjou.
"So for the other parts, am I telling you the truth?" he questioned, and the other man's frown deepened at that. "And pray tell, by selling them off, where did the coin they were sold for go to....? You know that slavery is part of the Roman Empire's economy and the money from the slave traders should be transfered back to the treasury. Unless you have a fairly good explanation for that, Praetor."
"I did send the profit to the treasury the moment I returned home, surely someone there would say the same thing," he frowned, just as Renji returned with a tray carrying the pitcher and some cups. "Are you that distrustful of me that you couldn't even take my word? You should know that some politician in our history have done far worse than what I did."
"And they paid for it, mainly with their lives," Byakuya pointed out. "But more often than not, history could repeat themsleves if the person does not change their fate."
"As if I dare to lose my life over such remedial shit."
"There's nothing remedial about the embarrassment you caused onto yourself and to your only family that one night," frowned the nobleman. "You have yourself to blame, Praetor.... you think of yourself so highly that you cannot be affected by the Roman laws."
"And what makes you....? Didn't you broke the law one time, marrying a woman with a far lesser status than you?" scoffed Ginjou. Byakuya appeared unfazed by the accusation, but Renji nearly froze in surprise when he was pouring water. Barely anyone outside of this household knew of that secret aside from a few trusted associates. Even Ichigo knew the truth since his own mother was a commoner, but he couldn't believe that the praetor had found out somehow.
"I'm afraid that I do not know what you're talking about, Praetor," stated Byakuya. "My late wife is none of your concerns, other than the fact that she and Rukia are distant cousins of the family when I married her."
"Sure.... that would sound believable, considering the family name of your clan, but I heard otherwise," he said. "You supposed to be an example to the Roman people, yet you're just as much as a hypocrite as though you are one of those soggy old senators--"
"Choose you words carefully.... we both know that your job is hanging precariously in the balance unless you really wish to insult the senators," warned the magistrate. as if he knew he was being stared at, he glanced over at Renji who stared back before nodding. "I'm sure that you're still bitter about the incidents but for now can you talk like a civilian and discuss about the report?" he asked, just as his red-haired slave offered a cup of water to him.
"As a matter of fact, I could have just given you the written report and save the both of us some trouble," scoffed Ginjou as he rudely pushed away the offer. In doing so, the water splashed out of the cup and onto Renji's tunic. Renji exhaled heavily at the praetor's behavior but said nothing of it. Ginjou was right, he couldn't have an open opinion as a slave but it did not stop his master from staring hard at Ginjou.
"Fine then.... the next time we speak, you should have the written report," he sniffed. "And also, I expect you to act more reasonable to me when we meet again. Otherwise, I might send words to the Senate about your behavior recently."
"Tch...." Ginjou gritted his teeth but said nothing else, he truly could care less about the consequences when he was already hated by everyone in Rome.
"Renji.... send for another slave to send the praetor to the door," Byakuya ordered his servant. "You've already done enough for today. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Master," nodded Renji. He could feel the absolute contempt staring down at him, but ignored it as he moved to leave the office. He didn't like it, but he was really starting to see why Grimmjow had fierce hatred against him, considering that the man treated everyone like dirt.
"Maybe we can discuss this when I have a free time, as I am truly busy at the moment," said Byakuya. "I'll send another message for another appointment, Praetor, and hopefully you'll give me what I need to know." The magistrate moved away from his desk to face him one more time, and Ginjou frowned at him. "Good day to you, Praetor...." he muttered, walking past him and his soldiers and left.
"Tch, pretentious fucker...." Ginjou spat under his breath the moment the other man was gone. Just because Byakuya came from a noble line back to the era of kings, it didn't mean that he had the rights to berate as if he was garbage. "Come on, let's leave this fucking place--" he scoffed as he turned. But suddenly, his elbow hit a pile of documents that was partially hanging on the edge of the desk and the parchments fluttered heavily to the floor. "Shit....! I don't have time for this--" he scowled as he glared down at the documents.
But then.... his eyes instantly widened when he suddenly realized the words written on it. He didn't really see at the other words but one name had popped out among the rest.
"Bestia...."
Ginjou frowned in confusion, he knew that was the gladiator persona the Gaul used. But why would the magistrate have him in his documents....? "S-sir....?" one of the subordinates spoke up, when Ginjou crouched down to pick up a few pages. At first he skimmed through the first few paragraphs, but then his eyes settled on a specific one. It read, ".... a youth, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, hailing from northern lands of Gaul. White-blond hair, absent of few teeth. Slender-bodied and small in height. Purchased from Sicily to a merchant to Damascus, Syria at the start of winter. Requiring to buy said slave back to equestrian-class nobleman Ichigo Kurosaki specifically...."
Ginjou inhaled quietly in surprise. Ichigo? How does Ichigo have to do with this if it involves Grimmjow....? And what was so special about a specifically described slave, other than the fact that this slave hailed from Gaul like....? "Oh.... oh, I finally get it now...." he concluded, a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth as he stood up. He remembered now in the past summer, when Ichigo mentioned about finding that Gaul's friend. He had sold off the boy that fit the appearance and he had thought that he would be gone forever. But now Byakuya was pulling some strings to get him, and it was for the so-called champion who kept winning consecutively.
But the boy was too far away to require him before the magistrate could. And it would take weeks for the next shipment to reach land here, and by then Ichigo would get him immediately. Then again.... he remembered that he have received himself a slave back in the German lands. He was young, had blonde hair, and shorter than average.... just like that youth in Gaul.
"Heh...." he smirked. It was perfect, simply perfect. Without hesitation, he rolled up the parchments and tucked it underneath his iron armor. He will wait, he could wait, until the start of the gladiator games. Only then he could bring the Gaul down. By bringing him down, only he will be disgraced and shunned, and only then he could fall under the praetor's sword. "Let's go, we're leaving," he smirked.
"But, sir, you just--" the soldier spoke but fell silent the moment he was glared down by Ginjou's narrowed eyes.
"We're leaving now. That is all," he affirmed before walking out of the office. A dark grin crept at his lips. This was his chance, though his only chance, to destroy that smirking Gaul once and for all.
(Blood and Sand)
Birds chirped loudly and happily as they flapped over the city. It seemed that the season of winter ended weeks early, as grass and flowers bloomed within days and the air became warmer. The Roman seemed to appreciate the change despite of the cool season, hoping that they would receive ample amounts of rain in case of a dought in the coming months. And with the temperature getting higher gradually by the day, more and more sweat were becoming noticeable with gladiators sparring with one another in Urahara's ludus.
One bead of sweat was close to sting Grimmjow's eye, but he quickly wiped it off just before he dodged the fake spear that was aiming for his face. "Shit....!" he gritted as he tumbled backwards to the ground, but he recovered just as easily as he blocked another strike. He could feel the pressure pushing down on him behind his shield, but he smirked. There was no way he would be cornered that easily. "As if you could beat me, asshole!" he grinned as he pushed his opponent back.
"Ahh....!" the young recruit winced after being tossed to the ground in turn. Grimmjow sneered in delight, it was actually fun to give the newcomers a taste of what could happen in the arena. He wasn't even using his whole strength, as he moved to swing his sword down on him.
"Hah! That would've been your head, kid!" he laughed when his opponent managed to dodge the attack. "But you're still too fucking slow! Come on, get your ass up right now!" It was pretty obvious that the recruit was fearful of him, and who wouldn't be when sparring against the champion? Just fighting against the seasoned gladiators was scary enough as it was, and Grimmjow enjoyed the challenge as he charged at him again.
"W-wait a minute! I give, I give....!" the recruit stammered and quickly put up the missio. Grimmjow scoffed at the forfeit but held back. It was no fun to keep fighting the defeated.
"Tch, go fight another weakling or something. You shouldn't be wasting my time, kid," he scoffed before looking for someone else to fight. With a lot of newcomers within this ludus, the Gaul was having a hard time getting the veterans to challenge him. "Come on, Doctore, send me a real man to fight me!" he called out to Kenpachi. "I'm really getting tired of fighting these weak pups! I wanna fight against someone else....!"
"Huh? What makes you think I should do it?" Kenpachi growled, his good eye glaring at him. "It wasn't that long ago that you were worth shit like those recruits. Maybe one of them could become a champion like you, that is if they don't die in their first few battles."
"Well then, I'll just find me a new challenge....!" huffed Grimmjow.
"Just as long as you don't cause trouble," frowned Kenpachi, before noticing another sparring. "Hey! Quick slacking off or I'll fucking kick both of your asses!" Grimmjow sighed, eyeing for better opponents. Renji was preoccupied with his own fight, as Urahara had suggested to change up the fighting patterns. That much was true, and Grimmjow would want a different challenge every now and then.
He glanced up at the sun that was glaring yellow-white light over the land. The changing of the seasons meant that the start of the games will start soon, and he was getting more and more antsy about it, wanting to hear the roar of the crowd as well as the blood of his opponent spraying across the sand. And he would love to see Ichigo in the pulvinus cheering him on. Somehow, him being encouraged by the teen was more arousing than laying with him. Speaking of which, it had been weeks since they were last intimate, mainly from him being busy training and they rarely spent time alone in the woods in the recent weeks.
Treading across the training ground, Grimmjow walked up to the wooden pallus. Better than a recruit who would flop and flail like a fish out of water. ".... Hey," a voice called out to him just when he was about to start and he glanced over to see Renji walking up to him. "Do you got a moment or two? Kenpachi's being distracted but I don't know for how long," Renji muttered quietly to him.
"Oh, okay...." he nodded. "Does it have to do with my friend we're talking about, Renji?"
"Sorry, that's not it," he said before frowning. "I was just wondering.... if you still harbor any hatred towards Ginjou enough to, well...."
".... I won't do it, if it concerns Ichigo," he honestly answered. "I really don't get it, being with him have changed me so much in the last few months. At first, I wasn't sure how to handle these feelings I've been getting out of it. But the more I'm with him, the more I'm trying to make sense about it. And because of that, I appreciate our relationship a lot more than I've had with women before...."
"Hmm, then Ichigo should be the one for you if that's the case," Renji smirked lightly.
"Tch, you would really like me to admit that, wouldn't you?" scoffed Grimmjow, but the red-haired fighter smirked again as he patted him on the shoulder.
"He's the only one who is changing your attitude," he pointed out. "Not only against him but living in a foreign city like Rome. Although as a slave, of course.... Doesn't matter, anyway. Maybe along the way, you'll keep on as a gladiator and stay with Ichigo. You don't have to deal with your first agenda, Grimmjow."
"True.... but I'd love to go back to my homeland," sighed Grimmjow. "I just want to see my mother with my own eyes, to see if she's taking care of herself. I bet she would love to have me back home."
"Well.... what's going to be? You staying for Ichigo, or reconsider your feelings in order to go back to your homeland?" Renji asked rhetorically before walking away from him. "Think about it, Grimmjow, and think hard...."
Grimmjow frowned in consideration at the questions. He really wanted to go back home, but his feelings for Ichigo was just as strong. Both were equally important but he wasn't sure which to choose. "Shit, shit, shit...." he scowled, hacking at the wooden stake. He would just have to figure this out with Ichigo, maybe he could talk to him about it later today as his master was at home. And he needed to tell him soon, since the games was starting in less than two weeks. Almost every emotions were swirling in his head, but anticipation was the first to pop up for him to fight in the arena.
A smirk lit up in his face. He could wait for another day to discuss it with Ichigo.
(Blood and Sand)
".... How long are you going to be gone this time, Father?" Ichigo sighed as he and his father walked to the front door. "Can't you hold it off until the start of the games or something?"
"Trust me, I would like it to stay home with you guys but I need to keep working, even if it's far away," shrugged Isshin. "It's not like I don't want to do this, but I got to take care of my family."
"I understand that, Father," nodded Ichigo. "Will you be gone for two weeks this time?"
"I suppose so, maybe more...." said his father, before he stepped out of the house. The sun was setting with soft orange and violet colors in the horizon, as Ichigo followed him to the waiting carriage. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Grimmjow taking out the horse from the stall. Every evening, the Gaul would ride around the valley for a while and Ichigo wanted to go along with him but stayed in the house without suspicion. "Ah, going out to another walk, Grimmjow?" Isshin grinned at him, and Grimmjow nodded with a light smirk.
"Yeah, just another lap or two before I get my dinner," he answered.
"Goodness, I wish I could have that kind of free time like I used to back in my youth," he smiled before turning to Ichigo. "As usual, you're the man of the house as I'm gone, so make sure that eveything is kept in order."
"I will, Father," nodded Ichigo. "Have a good trip...." he smiled once his father got into the carriage. He waved him good-bye when the horse-drawn vehicle rolled away, before the rambling noises quieted into the distance.
".... Now that he's gone, we can start some trouble now," Grimmjow broke the silence. But his joke only earned him an annoying gaze from the teen, but he chuckled anyway. "Come on, it wasn't like I was waiting for him to leave, kid," he grinned as he walked up to him with Epona in tow. "I myself would like start trouble but you, on the other hand, are welcome along for the ride. That is, if you'd like that...."
"Oh, you were just waiting for me to go with you, am I right?" Ichigo inquired with a small smirk.
"Yeah, that's true.... come on, let's go, kid," Grimmjow smirked, nodding at the mare. "It's more exciting to ride at night." As much as Ichigo would like to protest about the risk, a part of him wanted to go with him.
"Okay, but let's be quick about it," he agreed. With Grimmjow's help, Ichigo climbed onto the horse's back before the Gaul followed suit and sat behind him. "Um, are you going to make her run, Grimmjow?" he asked him with a light sense of apprehension.
"Well, you'll have to see for yourself, kid.... Hyahh!" Grimmjow yelled out with a sharp whip of the reins. Epona whinnied and started off with a strong gallop. Ichigo flinched and huddled close against Grimmjow's chest, but something felt a little different about this ride. With the sky dark with several stars sparkling above them, it was something surreal. Ichigo inhaled at the unusual sense of exhiliration despite of Epona running across the valley in full course. Gripping at Grimmjow's arms, he glanced up to look at the heaven absent of clouds before his eyes caught the blunet's.
"You're having fun, kid?" grinned Grimmjow.
"Heh, I didn't know you could feel at ease of being out here in the night!" smiled Ichigo.
"The night's full of dangers, but it's the danger itself that makes me feel excited....!" he laughed before whipping the reins again. The horse seemed to go faster, and yet Ichigo didn't feel afraid of the speed. Instead, he relaxed in the older man's hold as he saw the winds whipping around them. As a matter of fact, with Grimmjow around, he didn't need to be afraid anymore. "Come on, girl! You can do it, you can go faster than that!" he shouted excitedly.
"Woah, shit....!" gasped Ichigo as Epona was steered into sharp turns. He didn't know the mare could move like that, and Grimmjow clearly had enough strength and endurance to control her. As soon as she ran up the hill, Ichigo huddled close to the older man. "Okay, okay, that's enough for the night....!" he breathed once the horse slowed to a stop. "Let's get back home, Grimmjow, okay?"
"All right, all right....!" grinned Grimmjow. "Maybe next time, you can ask that woman for a new curfew or something. This is the most fun we've had since the first time we bought the horse."
"Oh, you would like to do that, wouldn't you?" Ichigo teased him, earning a soft playful growl by his ears.
"It's been a while, anyway.... and even longer since I've been on your bed," he commented, leading the horse back to the villa. Initially, Ichigo blushed a bit but smiled it off. He would like to be alongside him in the warm comforts of his bed rather than the hard scratchy surface of the ground. It only felt like a few moments, but already the sky was colored into blackish blue with a dozen more stars glistening above.
"I should talk to Nel.... I really don't think that there's no need to worry about me," he sighed. "One of these days, I will have to do things for myself, and she would have to get used to it. Even though she doesn't like it one bit."
"Pretty much how she doesn't like seeing us together, kid," pointed out Grimmjow. "Whether or not I'm a bad influence on you, your father doesn't seem to mind."
"Like I said, my father's pretty eccentric when he wants to be." After reaching the stall, they both got off the horse before Ichigo walked ahead. ".... You really were waiting for an opportunity to be with me, admit," he smirked at him.
"Truthfully, I wasn't, but now I'm glad that I'm thinking about it," Grimmjow smirked back but he reached out to pat him on the back. "But seriously.... there's something I want to you talk to you about...." he suggested with a light frown. "About us, I mean...." Ichigo paused in his steps and turned to face him. It was no joke this time, Grimmjow appeared truly serious about it before the Gaul moved to cup one side of his face.
".... What is it, Grimmjow? Are you thinking more about our relationship?" Ichigo asked quietly. Grimmjow nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly closed it when he felt another presence nearby. Ichigo noticed it as well and turned around just in time to see Karin peeking out of the front door.
"Oooh, you guys are in trouble once again," she stated with a scrutinizing gaze. "Nel's fuming around in the garden, but she knows that giving you a lecture wouldn't do change a thing."
"All right, Karin, we get it," Ichigo sighed heavily. "Can't you at least tell her that nothing really happened. We just.... star-gazing, that's all."
"How can you do that while riding on a speeding horse like a madman?" she debated.
"She got you there, kid," Grimmjow smirked lightly while Ichigo frowned in slight annoyance. "Oh well.... I'm hungry, I think I'll go eat my dinner if I could avoid that raging woman," he said as he went inside the villa. "Talk to you later, kid...." As soon as he walked further, his face switched into an annoying expression. He honestly didn't want to be confronted by Nel, as he was getting sick of it. And what was more was that she wouldn't tell him what was her problems towards him. When he stepped into the garden, however, the woman was nowhere to be found as he glanced at the blooming plants and the fountain.
"Tch...." he grumbled, before going downstairs to his room. But he blinked in surprise when he saw food aleady on the table. He frowned in slight suspicion, he wondered if that woman was in his room. Then again, he observed to conclude that nothing was touched, not even the jar of oil underneath the bed when he checked. ".... I must be going insane here...." he sighed as he decided to sit down and eat. His mind turned back on Ichigo, he wanted to get it off his chest about his feelings for him.
He knew that the teen enjoyed being with him.... but he wondered how much feelings he has in return. Ichigo was the one who initiated the new relationship, but Grimmjow wasn't sure how long they could do this. He wasn't sure if they could keep doing this behind the family's back should he decide to stay. By the time he had mulling over it for so long, he had finished his now cold stew. He looked up to hear for any noises in the villa.
Nothing much except for the cool draft whistling through the small hallway, he noticed, but he got up and stepped out of his room for further inspection. Again, he didn't hear anything aside from his shuffling footsteps. He must have been so distracted over his thoughts earlier that so much time had gone by. "...." he sighed before instantly decided to go for it, as he stepped back into his room. With ease, he reached under his bed for the jar and then walked out. His sharp cyan eyes peered around cautiously as he went upstairs to ground level, moving as steathily as possible as he continued to be on guard.
He wasn't sure why, but the last time he was around the garden late at night he felt like he was being watched. But it seemed that this time nobody was looking at him, as he carefully walked up the stairs into the second floor. "Hmm...." He realized that the door to Ichigo's bedroom was slightly opened. Maybe Ichigo was expecting him, and he was about to find out as he walked up to it. He pushed the door further and peeked inside; Ichigo was in deep sleep with his body naturally slack on the bed with Zangetsu next to him, lying on his back with his sleeping face facing Grimmjow.
The Gaul smirked and walked right in, taking in the sight of the defenseless looking teen. Ichigo's expression was completely relaxed with his mouth slightly opened and one of his arms plopped across his chest. With his lithe waist angled to one side, the linen fabric of his sleeping tunic bunched up to reveal the smooth peachy tan skin of his thighs. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in a secret relationship, Grimmjow would have pounced at his master over the tempting and provocative position.
Instead, he tapped his knee to get Zangetsu's attention. The dog was half-asleep when he noticed him but his ears perked up as he got off the bed and walked up to him. ".... Good boy.... you think you can wait outside the room for me?" he muttered quietly, patting at his head. Zangestu huffed in understanding and wriggled out of the room. A sense of anticipation was beating at his heart as Grimmjow closed the door and turned his eyes on Ichigo, who was snoring softly.
Walking quietly up to the bed, he leaned down to stare at the relaxed face and grinned. He didn't care if he would get hit for it, before he moved to plant a kiss against the exposed neck. "Mm-mmmhh...." Ichigo moaned softly and squirmed from the kiss, but fell still once Grimmjow moved away. The blunet chuckled quietly, it was far too easy but he decided not to create any more trouble and ruffled at Ichigo's hair.
"Ichigo.... wake up, I'm here," he whispered to his ear. Ichigo's eyebrows scrunched together and moaned again. This time, he fluttered his eyes and blinked sleepily, before he glanced up to notice the Gaul above him.
".... Grimm? I was waiting for you for a while but.... I guess I was too tired...." he mumbled with a deep yawn.
"Yeah, I know," he smirked lightly. "What do you say....? You still wanna go at it?" Ichigo frowned tiredly at the straightfoward question, but he shifted his body to touch his face.
"Maybe.... but with me half-asleep, we could be totally quiet this time," he muttered with a light smirk. Grimmjow grinned back, his white teeth flashed under the dim light of a nearby oil lamp, before moving to kiss his lip. Ichigo was barely fussy as he kissed back, tasting the meal the older man had eaten earlier on his tongue. Grimmjow rumbled deeply before reaching down and manuevering the boy's sleeping tunic to reveal more flawless skin. "Ohh...." Ichigo gasped from the kiss. His body reacting on his own as he spread his legs open, his lax member resting just below his navel.
"Heh, you're so tempting, kid...." grinned Grimmjow, leering down at flushed face. "Do you really want to get fucked while you're still sleeping....? How very strange."
"So what? Maybe I just wanna fantasize it like I'm still dreaming...." Ichigo smiled jadedly. The Gaul chuckled again as he stood up and quickly discarded his tunic. He wasn't aroused yet, but he still wanted to play along as he got on the bed.
"Come here, Ichigo...." he smirked playfully, with his free hand he scooped his teen master into his arms. Ichigo looked at him with a confused but lethargic gaze but said nothing as Grimmjow sat back with him on the lap. "Put your back against my chest, trust me on this," he muttered as he positioned the teen. Ichigo complied, with Grimmjow's strong hands nudging his thighs apart.
Ichigo shivered at the cool air tickling between his legs before the same hands pulled his only article of clothing off him. Only then did he feel the organ swelling behind him and he glanced up at Grimmjow with half-lidded eyes. "What're you trying to do, Grimm....?" he mumbled. Grimmjow simply smirked at him and reached for the jar that was placed on a nearby table. He dipped his fingers into the oil before moving his hand towards Ichigo's tight entrance. "Ahh....!" Ichigo gasped softly when a slick finger pushed into him without much trouble. Even during the times in the woods with the older man using only saliva, his body had already adapted with the preparation as he soon relaxed to the prodding.
"Does it feel good, Ichigo?" Grimmjow purred in his ears.
"Y-yeah...." moaned Ichigo, his hips twitched to move with the trusting finger. By the second, he was getting aroused, as he leaned his head back against Grimmjow's corded neck. "Shit, Grimm.... you're not wasting any time...." he panted softly, feeling the strong chest vibrating from the Gaul's rumbling chuckle.
"Of course not, kid, I only want get inside you as soon as possible," he muttered, pushing a second finger in. Ichigo bit his bottom lip to cover his moans and he writhed at the added pressure. "Ahh.... you keep tightening up, that won't help you once I go in."
"Sh-shut up...." panted Ichigo. By now, the sleepiness he was having earlier had vanished, with the building pleasure was taking over him. Blood was rushing up to his cheeks and ears and his eyes glistened with moist unshed tears. Licking his lips, he gripped at the tough arm with one hand and his other hand reached down to grasp at the slick and moving fingers. He wondered how it feels like, as he slipped one of his slim fingers into the stretched hole. It felt so weird to touch the slippery constricting muscles, and he moaned softly when the older man's rougher fingers pushed in further.
"You're obviously ready for it, kid...." Grimmjow growled, his tongue ran alongside his master's neck. "Wish I could hear you scream out that lovely voice of yours, wanting you to cry for more...." he continued to tease before removing his fingers. Ichigo nearly whimpered but instead pushed in another finger to replace the emptiness. Grimmjow purred at the eagerness coming from Ichigo before shifting his lap.
"Grimm...." Ichigo whimpered softly. Right now, the Gaul's erection was standing proudly in front of the teen and it was making his already tingling cheeks blush further. Grimmjow simply grinned, scooping up some more oil and moved to slather over the stiff body part. Ichigo decided to help out as he grasped and stroked off the older man. He could feel the pulsating heat coming out of it, and that was making him more aroused.
"Shit.... let's go, Ichigo...." growled Grimmjow. His eyes grew dark with lust and he leaned back with his elbows on the mattress, watching Ichigo going for it and rising to press his prepared hole against the tip. He wasn't sure why his master completely became a different person in front of him, but he wasn't complaining when he suddenly felt the air gushed out of him the moment Ichigo impaled himself on him.
"Nnhhh.... ha-hahhh....." Ichigo gasped shakily, his eyes squinting shut in total surprise. He didn't expect to feel so full like that, even if he was so used to the familiar part. But the passage was a lot smoother than he thought, as he cautiously pulled his hips up.
"No, no, no.... I need to get my fucking head together before you move," growled Grimmjow as he grabbed for his waist and held him down. Ichigo shivered at his threatening but alluring tone but nodded, his teary eyes glancing over his shoulder to see the barely focused expression on the Gaul's face. Maybe it was the position and the angle Grimmjow was seeing, with his manhood buried deep inside him. That made smirk a little, and Grimmjow noticed it and he grinned back. "The fuck you're smirking at....?"
"That I have you completely under control," he smiled lightly. "Think about it.... it's just like riding a horse."
"Yeah but you're not fucking a horse...."
"No, but it's the beast's cock I'm on," he goaded with a lick of his lips. Grimmjow almost let out an animalistic snarl but held back and glared at the bold teen. His deep cyan eyes flashed with intensity, even though he had a deadly grip on the slim hips he let Ichigo move. Ichigo slowly pulled away, feeling the throbbing organ slipping out of him until the tip remained, before forcing himself back down on it. "A-ahh....!" he gasped out, the new angle made Grimmjow go deeper and the man seemed to know that as well when his stomach muscles tensed up at the feeling.
"Fuck...." he groaned. "Fuck, this is intense...." When Ichigo attempted to move again, he watched his manhood pulling out of the loosened entrance before he was swallowed up as quickly as it happened. He let out a soundless growl and bucked his hips up in reaction. Ichigo whimpered softly from it, his hands reached out to grasp at the Gaul's shins for leverage. Grimmjow grinned when he felt the inner muscles constricting around him and tightened his already steel-hard hold on the teen, hearing the veiled sound coming out of Ichigo as he pushed himself deeper. "You feel that, Ichigo....?" he murmered with darkened lust.
"Ah.... it feels like it had gotten bigger...." whimpered Ichigo as he glanced back at him. The look of his flushed face made Grimmjow rumble in pleasure, as he sat up and nuzzled into his neck.
"If you keep talking like that, I'll fucking explode before I get the chance to enjoy this," he growled.
"Sorry...." he breathed. Grimmjow responded with a kiss on the gnawed up lips. He finally lessened his bruising hold on him, his hands rubbing up and down the flat stomach and chest as he wiggled his tongue down Ichigo's throat. Ichigo moaned deeply and rocked on Grimmjow's laps, moving his hips to stimulate the thrusts. "Grimm...." he moaned.
"Shh...." Grimmjow whispered. "Easy now...." He bucked his hips to meet Ichigo's thrusts, nearly shivering when the muscles tightened around him every now and then. He kissed him again when Ichigo reached out to grasp at his growing hair. The faint tart taste of fruit and honey was evident on the teen's tongue, and Grimmjow growled before dragging his sharp teeth down his neck.
"N-no, not on the neck...." Ichigo whimpered. But Grimmjow ignored him, nipping at the flawless shoulders, his lower body moving and bucking on his own as he felt his stomach tightening. Despite of the cool spring air, their skins were already damp with sweat, as Ichigo writhed against the older man's strong chest. "Oh shit.... Grimm, please...." he whimpered softly.
"You can't be losing your focus already.... not when you were teasing me a moment ago," Grimmjow grinned as he thrusted into him harder. Ichigo gasped and bit his bottom lip to swallow back his voice. "You could feel it, right....? I'm getting close to that spot...." he purred. "Maybe now you can think twice about trying to mess with me."
"Ahh.... you're nothing but a fucking beast...." panted Ichigo. But Grimmjow merely chuckled before wrapping a strong arm around his master's waist. Without wasting a second, he suddenly positioned Ichigo to the mattress and nudged him to his side.
"But like you said, you're on the beast's cock...." he growled. He grabbed one of the teen's legs and lifted it over his own for a better angle. Ichigo whimpered softly with Grimmjow grunting into his orange hair, quivering from the blunet's faster and harsher thrusts. It wasn't long until he suddenly felt the familiar strike and he flinched with a sharp gasp.
"Fucking shit....!" he gasped though he muffled his words into the soft mattress. But Grimmjow took that as a good sign snd smirked before thrusting harder. Already, he could feel the tightening heat in his stomach and he was getting close. With each thrust, Ichigo flinched and gasped and Grimmjow groaned when the inner muscles kept squeezing him.
"Ichigo...." he growled against the sweat dampened hair. With another thrust, he felt Ichigo's body convulsed into his climax. The teen spilled himself with a muffled moan before he shivered into mush, but Grimmjow continued to buck. He held Ichigo closer and kissed at his neck despite of his master's feeble protests, until he finally went still inside. "Oh, fuck...." he groaned deeply as he let go with a shudder. He felt his seed oozing out of Ichigo, who panted heavily before reaching down.
"Fuck," he breathed, feeling the sticky substance on his fingers. Grimmjow let out a deep breath and pulled out of him. He hugged him closer with a few kisses on his neck and shoulder, though Ichigo grumbled at the affectionate behavior. "I told you, not on the neck...." he muttered.
"Is that all you have to say to the man who gave you some pleasure?" chuckled Grimmjow.
"Please, you were about to go along with it even when I was half-asleep," he frowned but Grimmjow smirked and simply nuzzled into his hair. A moment of silence soon fell over them, their bodies cooled down as Ichigo heard the even breathing behind him. He felt fatigue coming over him but he wasn't tired. Neither was Grimmjow, as he habitually caressed at his slim arm. ".... Grimmjow...." Ichigo muttered quietly.
"Hm....? Yeah....?" mumbled Grimmjow.
"Earlier.... you said that you wanted to talk about our relationship, right?" he said as he took a glance at him. Grimmjow acknowledged the question but frowned. He shifted his body as if cloaking himself over the teen, and placed light kisses against the shoulder.
"Yeah.... it's something I wanted to get it out of my chest," he muttered. "I don't really know how to explain it but...."
"But what, Grimmjow? You're thinking about what you're going to do after you're done here, right? After finding your friend and stop being a gladiator....?" asked Ichigo. He felt Grimmjow stiffen but he turned his body to face him. "Whatever you are thinking.... is it a bad thing for us?" he frowned in concern.
"Ah, no, that's not it...." Grimmjow replied a shake of his head. "It's just that.... when my father first saw my mother, he instantly fell in love with her when he saw her hunting in the woods. He loved it that she was strong and determined, not to mention stubborn but in a good way.... I wasn't sure if I could be like that. I didn't think I was the type to just fall for someone or anyone for that matter."
"So.... is that what you're having, Grimmjow? You think you're in love in me....?" Ichigo questioned in surprise, staring at the serious-looking Gaul.
".... I fucking hope I am," he replied, but his answer seemed to affect Ichigo as the teen blushed lightly.
"I see...." he mumbled, burying his face into his scarred chest. His heart began to thump harder, as if he was afraid to accept the revelation. But on the contrary, he was beginning to believe that. He could understand that Grimmjow would feel like this.... since he was staying for him and making him think about his ways within the Roman world. He peeked up when he felt the usually rough fingers running through his hair, as Grimmjow let out a deep sigh.
"What about you, kid....?" he asked quietly. "I want to know if you feels the same way, about towards me...."
"Come on, what do you think?" Ichigo smirked lightly. But Grimmjow was still sporting a serious face and cupped his face. That made Ichigo frown before sighing and hugged his firm body. ".... Well.... do you really want me to tell you, when you already knew how I feel about you from the start?" he muttered.
"Of course, I want to hear it in your own words...." Grimmjow murmured before letting out a silent yawn. "If I want to hear it, I should.... hopefully, right now, before I fall asleep." Ichigo stared at his eyes, he could tell that he was being honest about it. He smiled a little. Maybe it was tough to reveal such a thing since he was a warrior, but hearing that made his heart flutter. He leaned up to press his lips against the older man's for a kiss, licking and tasting as Grimmjow kissed back.
".... Yes, Grimmjow.... of course.... I do love you," Ichigo murmured through the kisses. His cheeks tingled with heat when he soon felt the ravage nipping at his lips before Grimmjow let out a satisfying growl.
"I so want to fuck you again, Ichigo...." he growled, his hand traveling down to grasp at one of his hips. "Fuck.... I really want to.... but I've stayed here too long. I need to go back to my room soon."
"No, wait...." Ichigo muttered. "Please, Grimmjow, for once.... can you stay for the whole night?" he asked, grasping at his arm as he stared earnestly at him. "Those times in the woods and here in my room-- we have never bother to spend time and just lay together. You either leave whenever I fall asleep or get up to tell me we have to go back home...."
"I know but we're in a relationship where it's frowned upon by your people," frowned Grimmjow. "There's no way I can stay here--"
"You revealed to yourself and to me that you love me just a moment ago," Ichigo said. "If you really feel that for me, then accept my request, Grimmjow. Please....?" Grimmjo gazed at him for a moment before touching his face. Then he moved to kiss at his lips then his forehead as he settled his arm around his slimmer waist.
"Just this one time, all right....?" he relented. Ichigo smiled softly, before reaching for the bedsheets to cover themselves up. "I won't leave after you fall asleep, I promise you that.... But I'll stay up in case I hear something. Is that all right with you?"
"Yeah.... thanks, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled lightly. The teen snuggled against the warm hard chest and closed his eyes, while the older man petted through his hair. As he waited, he now wondered how it will start off from here. There was nothing much they could do with each other, as they were still slave and master and his former life as an heir to his tribe must remain a secret to the public. So then what? If he were to be free from slavery, can he go back to his homeland and would Ichigo like to go with him....?
".... Ichi...." he spoke when he glanced down at him, but he fell silent when he realized that the teen was already asleep. He stared at the placid peaceful face as Ichigo slept evenly in his arms, snuggling at the very warm body heat before Grimmjow sighed. ".... Guess we could have that conversation another day," he muttered as he tiredly blinked.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow flinched out of his light sleep, his supposedly tired eyes were wide as he took in the bright rays of the morning sun filtering into the room.
Ichigo's bedroom.
Almost in an instant, his heart started to thump in realization. He wasn't supposed to still be here.... he meant to stay up all night until he get up to leave once the sky lightened. But sleep kept taking over him. Whenever he felt like he was about to blink, he shivered to stay awake. But he could not do it as time went by slowly and he finally fell under the spell.
And now, judging by the natural light, everybody should be up by now. Meaning he couldn't sneak out of the room as easily as he wanted to, as he glanced down at Ichigo. The teen was still asleep, oblivious to the fact that he was still holding onto the older man. But Grimmjow frowned, he felt something similiar to panic as he was trying to figure out how to get out of here. ".... Ichigo...." he whispered, shaking the boy's shoulders. "Ichigo, wake up.... it's morning...."
"Hmm....?" Ichigo mumbled groggily as he shifted but instantly fell back asleep.
"Hey, wake up....!" he hissed, shaking him again. This time, Ichigo frowned at the roughness before blinking his eyes open.
"Hm? Grimmjow....?" he mumbled.
"Shh! Wait a minute....!" he hissed. "It's morning, I'm still here....!" he whispered, and the slightly panicked tone of his voice woke Ichigo up instantly.
"Oh fuck....! Oh fuck, this can't be-- I didn't mean for this to happen....!" Ichigo gasped in realization, but Grimmjow shushed him.
"I understand that.... but right now, we need to figure out a way of getting out of this," he whispered. "What can we do....? You think that you can figure it out?"
"I.... I don't know," frowned Ichigo. "For one thing, we're still naked.... and it's hard to sneak out without the other servants walking about. Maybe you should, I don't know, hide underneath my bed until we can figure out something."
"Shit, this is fucked up....!" huffed Grimmjow as he sat up, he looked up to see his discarded tunic practically across the room.
"It's okay, Grimmjow.... that's all I could think of. Maybe you should hide for a while before it's okay to sneak out," Ichigo muttered. Grimmjow glanced at him but sighed and nodded, there was nothing much he could think of at the moment. He had a better chance of having a strategy against an opponent than this.
"All right, I'll...." he nodded before he was just about to get up. But he felt his heart freeze the instant both he and Ichigo heard the doorknob rattle. Grimmjow's sharp eyes widened in shock, this couldn't be good....!
"Ichigo....? You shouldn't be sleeping in late! You're supposed to help look after the house--" Orihime chimed through the door before opening. Her usual cheerful expression was on her face when she peeked in.... only for it to instantly fall. Her grey eyes slowly widened into sheer shock at the sight before her. Both Grimmjow and Ichigo were in bed together in the nude, with the older man having his hands on the bedsheets covering his lap.
Ichigo stared back in absolute dread, while Grimmjow's eyes were glued to the horrifed girl. He remembered that Orihime told about her infatuation towards Ichigo despite the fact the teen boy was only interested in males. But this was the worst time to reveal the truth like this. ".... O-Orihime, I can explain this...." Ichigo muttered as quietly and calmly as he could, as he sat up. "It's not as bad as you think it is--"
"What's going on here....?" she gasped softly, looking back and forth between the two. "Ichigo, y-you're with Grimmjow....? Wh-why is that, what is going on here?"
"It's okay, Orihime, there's nothing bad going on here...." he reasoned, but it was in vain as he and Grimmjow were still in a compromising position. Orihime could just gape, her eyes began to sting with warm tears before shaking her head.
"How could you....? You know how I feel about it, but you did it....?" she questioned.
"Sorry but I didn't mean to hurt you like this--"
"Not you, Ichigo-- I meant Grimmjow....!" she accused as she looked at Grimmjow, who was sporting a stone-set face. "I told you that I care about Ichigo and that I have feelings about him, but you did this.... travesty behind my back! So how could you do to me, Grimmjow?"
".... Ichigo was the one who started this relationship with me, not the other way around," Grimmjow muttered quietly. Orihime inhaled at the answer before glancing over at Ichigo, who was frowning in guilt.
"Is.... is that true, Ichigo?" she asked shakily.
".... Yeah, it's true," Ichigo frowned. "I'm in a relationship with Grimmjow.... I'm sorry about this...." It almost looked like the teen girl was on the verge of collapse by the tears flowing down her cheeks. It made Ichigo feel even more guilty, and if he wasn't naked he would have go and hug her in a instant.
"I'm so stupid.... if only I would have talked to you earlier, that I have feelings for you for so long...." she snifled. "Maybe then, I would have tried something...."
"I'm sorry.... but the thing is that--" Ichigo muttered.
"Orihime, what's taking you so long? I told you to get Ichigo--" came Nel's voice before the woman came into view. Only to freeze in her movements once she stepped into the room. Her heart jolted sharply as her hazel eyes widened the moment she noticed the Gaul. This time, Grimmjow stared back with widened and slightly panicked eyes as he felt his body going rigid. There was no telling how she will react, as Nel slowly stepped closer. Her glare fell on him first then to Ichigo, with the latter seemingly in a panic as he cowered behind the older man.
".... I had a feeling about this...." she muttered lowly, catching the two off-guard.
"N-Nel....?" muttered Ichigo.
"Wait a minute, Ichigo...." Nel said almost too calmly, and it made the teen shiver in dread despite of being the temporary master of the house. He had a feeling that he would not be given the usual scolding. With Grimmjow on his bed, why would he? Nel just glared at them, until her expression softened for a little bit as she turned to Orihime. "It's all right, Orihime.... I understand what you saw was traumatic," she muttered to her as she reached out to pat at her shoulders.
"B-but.... Ichigo, they have done...." Orihime sniffed and Nel reluctantly nodded.
"Yes, I understand that.... but know this," she said. "Do not relay this to his father," she warned. "He nor the twins should not know this, lest it'll tarnish his reputation.... what you saw, you must act like nothing had ever happened."
"What? But--"
"Orihime...." she pressed, staring into her teary eyes. "You must do this. Okay....?" Orihime just frowned, taking a quick glance at Ichigo and Grimmjow, before eventually nodding.
"I'm sorry but this is for the best for now," sighed Nel. "Go.... I'll speak with them for a moment. I'll handle this, Orihime...."
"All right, Nel...." nodded Orihime as she finally turned to leave the room. Nel waited and watched her go, before closing the door. Ichigo nearly fidgeted at the brief silence and glanced at Grimmjow, but the older man seemed defensive of what was to come as he glared at Nel.
"I-I can explain, Nel--" he muttered. But Nel turned to give him a sharp stare and he fell silent. A second later, she glared at Grimmjow again before decidedly walking up to the bed, standing over said man. "W-wait a minute....!"
SMACK!
It was so quick and sharp that Ichigo didn't expect it, but Grimmjow did, taking the smack across the face without a word. His head was twisted to the side from the force of it and because of that a thin trail of blood was oozing from between his lips. Yet Grimmjow's face was unreadable from the action, as he turned his head back to glare at the infuriated woman.
".... I had a fucking feeling that you knew," he finally muttered, his now bruised cheek twitching from the stinging pain but he ignored it as it was nothing.
"You think so....? You.... doing this to Ichigo, you think that this is all right?" she questioned with such fury even though she was trying to keep her voice even.
"And what have I done to him exactly, woman? Care to tell me about that?" growled Grimmjow.
"Don't you dare question me like that, you disgusting beast....!" she scoffed. "You.... f-fucked Ichigo! You took his innocence from him, he couldn't possibly keep hiding this from me if you go on with this affair! And look what happened now....! The two of you in bed together doing shameful actions....!"
"Is that fucking right? Because I haven't hear any complaining coming out of him....!" Grimmjow retorted. "These past few months, he had been a better person with me being around.... all we've done is what is natural to do, it's not like I was holding him down and did what I please....!"
"It's still just as bad, Grimmjow! You practically took advantage of Ichigo--"
"How could I, when he was the one who wanted this relationship in the first place?" he countered. Nel blinked at that in surprise as well as confusion and frowned before looking at Ichigo. Feeling the eyes on him, Ichigo couldn't help but to look away out of guilt.
"Is that true, Ichigo....?" she asked.
".... It's true, Nel, I'm the one who wanted to be Grimmjow," Ichigo muttered quietly, not looking at her in the eye. Nel frowned in surprise and stared at him, as if she didn't want to believe him. Grimmjow could tell that she was trying to find a way to blame him by the look on her face, but she seemed torn by it. "Nel, listen.... it wasn't like I wanted to hurt you," Ichigo frowned in concern. "I was just afraid that you would oppose to it and try to stop it from happening.... But this is what I wanted, I want to be with Grimmjow and that's it."
"But, Ichigo.... you don't understand this," frowned Nel. "This affair cannot go on, and you know that, right? You cannot be in a relationship with someone who is serving under you."
"Then maybe I can get my freedom granted, for it to keep going," Grimmjow commented.
"That is not the point....!" Nel replied with a sharp stare on him. "Even though Ichigo's father doesn't really wish for him to follow in his footsteps, he must take responsibilities as expected from a Roman citizen! Can you imagine if anybody else would find out about this.... if this might get out of hands?"
"Really now, because we've been doing this since mid-autumn and we haven't been caught until now," he scoffed.
"That's because I hadn't told his father when I myself found out a few months ago," she argued, and Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at her.
"When....?" This time, Ichigo spoke up, staring at Nel with confusion written on his face. "How did you find out, Nel?"
"When I saw Grimmjow walking out of your room late one night," she answered.
"Tch, so that explains those times when you fucked up my food--" scoffed Grimmjow.
"Wait a minute.... Nel, I know that it's hard for you to take it, but I'm technically an adult," Ichigo reasoned. "I should be in the right of making my own decisions. And right now, I'm deciding to be with Grimmjow." Hearing that, Grimmjow wanted to smirk smugly at the declaration but kept his face stiff as he glanced at the teen. "Can you understand that, Nel? Please?" Nel gazed at him but she just shook her head with a deep frown.
"No, I cannot honestly understand that," she frowned. "The reason I haven't went to your father about this is because I want you to tell him.... after all, you're an adult as you said." At that, Ichigo felt his heart sank in utter disbelief and fear. But Grimmjow sucked in his teeth as though this was annoying him.
"You were waiting for that to happen one way or another, is that right, woman?" he growled, having in his mind to stand over her in an intimidating manner. "You only want to do this because of you just don't fucking like me, if I'm not mistaken...."
"That is not my intent--"
"Then what is the true reason? You only wanted me gone from the start!" he scowled. "You don't like it that Ichigo wants to be with me all the fucking time! You think that this is my fault that he's like this, that he's degrading himself all because he has feelings for me....!"
"You know what, that is true....!" Nel snapped despite of herself. "You didn't want to be a slave in the first place, and you didn't even like Ichigo even more! So why change it now? Why do you care about him so much now, when you once berated him countless times?"
".... I don't need to fucking tell you," Grimmjow scoffed.
"No! Tell me now, what's so special about your feelings towards him?" she questioned, angry tears threatened to form in her eyes. "You've never cared about him from the start....! To you, it's just another fling until you finally decided to here once and for all!"
"The fuck did you just say?" snarled Grimmjow, coming close to getting up. But Ichigo grabbed for his arm to hold him down and the Gaul turned to look at him. Ichigo was clearly distressed and anxious over the situation, judging by the tight grip on him, before Grimmjow let out a harsh exhale.
"Both of you just stop it...." Ichigo pleaded. "This is getting out of hand, you guys cannot keep fighting like this.... I don't want to take sides now that this is out in the open."
"Take sides? So you would agree with this woman if given the chance?" the older man questioned incredulously as he looked at him again.
"W-what? No, that's not what I meant, Grimmjow....!" Ichigo replied. "But just think about it.... if my father were to find out about us without me telling him, what would happen to us? You think that he would be okay with our relationship, that he would accept some Gaul warrior to be with me....?" Grimmjow frowned at the questions but multiple emotions were churning in his mind. Ichigo was right about not telling his father but he mentally believed that usually jovial man could look the other way. Then again, he had never experienced seeing the patriarch in a serious manner and it could end terribly if Isshin were to take it the wrong way.
But in that way, it almost seemed like Ichigo really was in sides with Nel. With her pointing out the flaws, Grimmjow didn't want Ichigo to feel indecisive about them, but Ichigo was obviously concerned about the whole ordeal. "Then what are you saying, Ichigo? Do you wish to have this relationship going or not....?" he asked critically.
"I do, I really do but.... we need to think this through, Grimmjow," Ichigo said. "We're already risking our status to do this, and now Nel and even Orihime knew of us. I don't want to ruin it but...."
"I get it. You want to be with me but you're too scared to do it anymore," Grimmjow jumped into conclusion, and Ichigo blinked in surprise.
"I'm not saying that--" he frowned. But Grimmjow shrugged off his hold on him before getting up. "Wait a minute, Grimmjow....!" he gasped, but Grimmjow ignored him as he picked up his tunic and put it on. "We need to talk about this, it's not like I want it like this....!"
"No, but given the circumstance, it's better that we act like master and slave or else it'd give a wrong message to everybody else," scoffed Grimmjow. "Maybe if we haven't been found out, we could've keep going on without the fucking thought of consequence."
"What're you talking about, Grimmjow? It wasn't like--"
"Think about those times we spent fucking in the woods, those times when we would steal kisses between our sparring lessons whenever no one was looking.... You weren't thinking about the risk then. So why the fuck now?" he questioned, his eyes narrowed in at the stupefied teen. "Why does it matter that a couple of servants saw us? Is it because they matter to you that much....?"
"Well, of course, they are my friends," replied Ichigo. "I knew them for a long time, so I do care about them."
"Well, you care about me, so what does that make me, Ichigo?" frowned Grimmjow, walking up to him. "Which am I, your slave or your lover....? Or do you see simply me as something else?"
"I.... Grimmjow, I...." muttered Ichigo, unsure how to assess this. He wanted to keep this relationship going, but he wasn't sure what to do about it. He was still young, and this was his first time experiencing something like this. And knowing that Grimmjow admitted that he loved him, it was making all the more difficult for him know what he really wanted now. A true relationship, he wanted that, but to risk everything he has right now....
".... Tch, forget it, you can't say it. Not in front of this woman, you couldn't even do it," scoffed Grimmjow as he turned to leave.
"B-but, wait--" Ichigo tried to call out, but he stiffened when the sharp blue eyes went back on him.
"You know.... I was this close to forgetting about my hatred and revenge against Ginjou, all because I wanted to be with you," he admitted quietly, and Ichigo was taken aback by it and so was Nel, who stared at him in utter surprise.
"You were....?" he gasped softly.
"Yeah.... but since this is considered a joke to you, then I'll resume my main agenda," Grimmjow scoffed bitterly. "Now that Ginjou's nothing but a joke to the Romans, he would not be missed even with his head off his body...."
"But-- wait, Grimmjow! You can't do that....!" Ichigo called out, but the Gaul ignored him as he finally left the room with a spiteful slam of the door. Ichigo flinched at the sound, before looking back at the now closed door in disbelief. Grimmjow was about to give up his vengeance in order to be with him, and now it was teen's fault that he messed it up. If only he could explain as easily as he wanted to....
Ichigo slumped down, his disheartened gaze on his covered lap, trying to understand what he had done. He felt a shift of movement next to him when Nel suddenly sat next to him, but he stiffened a little from her meaningful hug. "Ichigo.... it's okay now," she muttered. "It's just that, with Grimmjow...."
"He was going to give up his revenge just for me...." Ichigo sighed sadly. "If I had knew then, maybe none of this wouldn't have happened."
"Well.... I don't know about it...." sighed Nel. ".... Don't dwell on it for too long, Ichigo. Come on, you need to take a bath. We have a long day ahead of us now." Ichigo shrugged, not wanting to look at her in the eye. He wasn't sure if the woman was feeling pleased over the situation but he didn't really like how it was coming to be.
"Fine, Nel...." he muttered quietly.
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OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ THAT.....! Ahh, that scene took longer than expected, and because of that, I have to write the last three scenes I meant to put in this chapter to the next one! Man, that sucks....!
But on the good news, the final season of 'Spartacus' is coming in a couple of weeks! Yays! I saw a sneak peek of it and it looked crazy as hell! Ooh, I can't wait....!
Also, there's something that has been bothering me for some time. Now that the manga chapters from Shonen Jump are going to be released simultaneously in America as the original one back in Japan, I wonder what'll happen to the scanlated chapters in the internet. Will it keep going on despite of it? Guess we'll have to wait and see....
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