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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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Is it just me, or a lot of my stories lately often starts on late winter/early spring? How am I even doing that? Am I doing it subconsciously, or what is it? LOL
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 3- Sacramentum
Even on a hard mattress, Grimmjow slept through the first night with ease just as a sliver of deep gold sunlight was peeking through the window. That was.... until he was poked hard in the shoulder. He woke up with a start, his mind still racked at the fact he was in a new country when he glared up at who dared to wake him up. Within the first seconds, he had assumed that it was Nel and her reign of terror. But instead, it was a tall muscular man with dark tan skin and was dressed in a light grey tunic. He blinked, the other man seemed foreign by his skin color and height alone.
".... Please get up, work starts first thing in the morning," he muttered quietly with a nod, his shaggy dark brown hair covered over most of his eyes before he stood straight up. Grimmjow eyed at him for a second, before sitting up.
"Never seen you before...." he grumbled.
"Doesn't matter.... please hurry up," the man muttered as he turned to leave. "Unless you rather have Nel to come and get you." Grimmjow froze at the mention of that woman's name. There was no way that he wanted to face her now. He scoffed before reluctantly getting up and leaving the room, following after the man.
".... You're here for that gladiator thing?" Grimmjow questioned but the foreign man just glanced at him in slight confusion.
"Gladiator....? No, that's probably meant for you," he replied. "I've been here for over four years, but I'm just a house servant."
"You? A house servant?" he frowned in disbelief.
"You can ask later after we eat breakfast then do our chores...." Grimmjow frowned at his answer, as they stepped out of the underground quarters. Even at the crack of dawn, the sun was emitting warm air over the villa as the Gaul walked after the man to a new room nearby the quarters. His nose wiggled when scent of food suddenly hit him, and his stomach tightened in hunger. He hadn't had a meal since yesterday, and he had slept through most of the night so he didn't eat again.
"What is there to eat....?" he muttered, as soon as they stepped into the very humid room that was practically saturated with the good smell of food. Grimmjow nearly growled hungrily when many servants were busy cooking, and the thought of eating meat again was getting to him.
"Oh.... nice to you know that you can wake up among us civilians," Nel muttered when she suddenly stepped into the kitchen with a basket full of fruits, and Grimmjow stiffened as he frowned at her. "Guess you're up to it now that Ichigo had told you what you're going to do from now on," she sighed as she handed the basket to a nearby servant.
"Tch, and you should care why?" he huffed.
"I really don't, only wild beasts enter into that sort of sport," frowned Nel. "Well, aren't you getting your breakfast or what?"
"Uh, oh yeah...."
"Fine, here you go," she said as she handed him a round loaf of bread. Grimmjow blinked at the food before scoffing in disbelief.
"I'm eating this?" he scoffed.
"No.... here's two apples," she deadpanned, giving him the two fruits. "And don't worry, you'll get your treat of meat after you've done your chores."
"Tch...."
"All right, get out, you're standing in the way," she huffed, nudging the Gaul out of the stonewalled kitchen. Grimmjow growled under his breath, and strolled his way through the hallways. She didn't get that woman's attitude, she was mean and agressive to him in any way possible yet would act friendly and docile to her superiors like it was nothing. So what was her problem?
He paused when he found himself stepping out into the lush garden. A table and a few chairs were there on the side, he looked around to see if anybody was around but played it safe as he dumped the meager food on the table. "Irritable woman...." he grumbled under his breath, his sharp white teeth chomped into the sweet and crunchy fruit.
But he went stiff on the second bite and his bright cyan eyes narrowed in at a marble pillar. He knew he was being watched. ".... Either you come out, or I'll get you," he frowned. Slowly, Orihime peeked out from the pillar and frowned sheepishly at him. "Oh, you're the other one," he muttered, before going back to eating. "What do you want?"
"Ah, uh, do you mind if I.... um...." Orihime stuttered shyly.
"Tch, hurry up and out with it, girl!" he scowled, already irritated by her presence, and Orihime flinched slightly from his outburst.
"U-uh, I was just wondering that, um, if I can join you and eat my breakfast?" she asked rather meekly. Grimmjow frowned, mainly out of annoyance, but if he tried to tell her off the slave girl might tell on him to Nel. He really did not want to be confronted by her.
"Whatever, just stay in your damn space," he huffed. Orihime smiled a little and made her way to the table with her arms full of bread. He wondered why she was eating just loaves, but he could care less as she sat across from him. He stripped the first apple bare before moving to get his bread but he noticed her eating her share with such delight. He wondered if being a slave meant being happy for something as simple as bread for their only meal.
"Hm? Something wrong?" muttered Orihime, but Grimmjow just looked away. "Ah, did you only have plain bread?"
"Plain?" he frowned lightly, but the girl smiled at him and gave him a small oval-shaped bread. He glanced at it before taking it and ripping off a big bite, mentally surprised that the bread tasted sweet.
"It's good, huh?" smiled Orihime.
"I guess...." grunted Grimmjow.
".... You're very scary, I can see why Ichigo picked you for the gladiator fights," she commented warmly, though the Gaul felt a frustrated tick in his head. Why was she talking to him, and so much? "Nel told me that you're from the same place as she was, so I thought that you two would be friends. But.... she said that she would never be friends with a wild animal. Maybe because you're just too scary--"
"Do you have to keep talking, girl? Because it's becoming too damn annoying," he scoffed, but as soon as that left his lips, Nel came by with a pitcher full of water and two cups. He stiffened by the sight of her when she frowned scoldingly at him before putting up a smile for Orihime.
"Has he been bothering you, Orihime?" she smiled. "I could give some discipline, if you want," she added with a sly wink.
"A-ah, no need! Maybe he's a little uneasy about being in a new place, that's all!" the other girl laughed it off. "I was trying to talk to him, but it seems that he's not into it."
"I see.... well, here's your water," Nel replied as she placed the cups down then poured the refreshment in each. "There.... drinking from a cup is the most human to do," she muttered, though she was directed it to Grimmjow who scowled at her. "After your breakfast, you'll help me with the bedrooms, Orihime?"
"Yeah, I'll do my best....!" Orihime smiled. Grimmjow said nothing, taking his cup to drink. It was water but it tasted like it was sweetened with something, probably honey.
"But you.... you're strong enough to help with the grunt work along with Chad, so that's your job," Nel said to the Gaul, who narrowed his eyes as he ate the last of the bread.
"Who's this Chad....?"
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo leaned out of his bedroom window, which was facing over the garden. Through the greenery, his eyes gazed at the sight of Orihime trying to talk to Grimmjow, but it wasn't much of a success as the Gaul kept to himself. After the ordeal last night, his father talked to him but it wasn't out of anger or disappointment. He was told that Aizen apologized for Ginjou's presence and behavior, that nobody knew of his involvement of slaugthering Gauls and Grimmjow's enslavement.
He sighed, feeling the early morning breeze through his hair and on his face. After the chores are done, he will take Grimmjow to a special establishment that specializes in gladiator training. He was fortunate enough that his father knew someone, a lanista, who owned one, though the owner was rather a little eccentric for someone who trained agressive fighters.
He watched Grimmjow for a while, until Nel came around and mumbled something to him. Whatever it was, the man seemed a puzzled about it but frowned nonetheless. Ichigo felt a soft poke against his leg and glanced down to see a large blackish-brown dog with its wolf-like ears twitching. "Morning, Zangetsu," he smiled, petting his dog. "Have you met the new slave yet?" The dog, with his ice-blue eyes blinking at the teen, just huffed. "Guess not...." He looked out again, and saw the dark-tanned man walking up to Grimmjow, who grumbled but got up and followed him.
"Hmm, guess Chad needs his help at the market...." he assumed to himself. "I just hope that he doesn't cause trouble over there."
Later....
Under the glare of the morning sun, Grimmjow growled as heavy sweat threatened to sting him in the eye. From what Ichigo had told him, he was supposed to be some gladiator soon. So why was he tasked to something as remedial as shopping for food? He ignored the cautious stares on him as he walked alongside Chad through the busy marketplace, carrying two heavy sacks of grain. Evidently, everbody in the villa would go through this amount for making bread within two days, especially that girl slave Orihime. He glared down when a child nearly bumped into him, and said child yelped in fright before running back to his scared friends nearby.
".... When will this stupid shopping finish?" he grumbled.
"Why? You have someplace to go to....?" Chad questioned with a small smile.
"Very funny," scoffed Grimmjow. "Tell me this, are you from a foreign country too? Because you look very different from these Romans."
"Mmh.... from Hispania, until I was thirteen and became a slave," he nodded. "I heard you're from Gaul, like Nel--"
"Don't compare me to that woman," frowned Grimmjow. "I don't care we're from the same country, she's no kin of mine."
"Well, she's a very nice person if you just warm up to her--"
"Don't fucking care." The giant said nothing else, before stopping in front of a store. Grimmjow frowned at the stop, though he was strong enough to carry the sacks as if it was a young deer, the other man had been hauling items that were close to three times his weight throughout the market. And if he added it up correctly, from what he was told this morning.... the man was actually seventeen yet he was in such a great physique.
He mentally groaned, he was several years older than him but he felt almost emasculated by him, and being manhandled by that woman lately made him feel even worse. "Hey.... do you think you can carry this purchase?" Chad asked, catching his attention.
"What purchase?" he questioned when he followed him into the shop. But his eyes widened in surprise at what was in here, and he bared his teeth in a relieved grin. Hanging from metal hooks in the ceiling were large cuts of raw meat all around, and his gut tightened from the temptation. That meager meal of bread and apples weren't even enough to fill him as he was still hungry, and the only thing that could solve that problem was eating the cooked flesh of animals.
"Well, can you take it....?" Chad asked quietly, walking up to the counter as he glanced at him.
"After this task, I'll be rewarded with some more food?" Grimmjow questioned.
"Who knows....?" he shrugged.
(Blood and Sand)
Even though Ichigo was now an adult and was expected to wear the pure white toga, he decided to just wear the white tunic and he covered himself with a pale red pallium to stave off the heat. He wondered if the weather was the reason why it hadn't been raining lately, and if there would be a chance that a drought is close by. He walked out to the garden with Zangetsu in tow and sat on the edge of the fountain that was in the center.
Now that he had think about it.... he heard of one drought that had nearly destroyed the Roman civilization long ago. And.... that was when a triumphant victory of one known gladiator that had pleased the gods into pouring rain for days on end. He smiled to himself, while he petted his dog. It would be nice if that can happen again, and if Grimmjow could perform that once-in-a-lifetime miracle.
"Ichigo...." Ichigo glanced up to see Nel passing by. "Do you really have to go today with him? There's no telling what he could do over there," she sighed in concern.
"I kinda doubt it, especially since the trainer is extremely harsh," shrugged Ichigo.
"That's the problem, he might rebel against the training and he'd get into trouble," she frowned lightly. "I'm just a little worried about this, Ichigo, but.... I have to trust your reasons on this."
"Yeah...." Ichigo nodded. Just then, he caught sight of Chad and Grimmjow through the open-aired hallway carrying large quantities of items. "Hey Chad, how did the shopping go?" he called out.
"It was all right...." nodded Chad. Grimmjow, however, just scoffed when he noticed the teen then Nel and he looked away.
"Oh, Grimmjow.... after you're done helping Chad, we're going to the city to start your training right away," Ichigo reminded, oblivious to another scoff from the Gaul. Guess he wasn't going to get the meat after all.
(Blood and Sand)
At the edge of Rome, both Ichigo and Grimmjow stood in front of a set of heavy-wooded gates that towered over them by a good several meters. They waited until the doors finally opened and Ichigo went ahead. Grimmjow frowned but followed after him, and saw a two-storied house with a terracotta-tiled roof, much like any other housing in the city. But this one seemed different, as Ichigo was greeted by a flaxen-haired man in a emerald green linen tunic. In fact, the blue-haired Gaul turned his head rather slightly and heard a faint sound of metal clanking and fierce grunting from the distance.
".... Ahh, so this is the man you bet on," the blonde man smiled when he immediately stood in front of Grimmjow, who gave him a startled glare. But the man smiled, hiding his face behind a fan, before turning to Ichigo. "This one's a little.... something, don't you think, Ichigo?"
"He's not the type to warm up so easily," Ichigo shrugged.
"Well, there's a first time for anything...."
"Well, what are you going to do with him, Urahara?" he asked. "What type do you think he'd be for a fighter? Because there's a few I prefer...."
"We'll have to find out now, won't we? Follow me, Ichigo...." Urahara smiled warmly.
"Right.... come on, Grimmjow," Ichigo nodded. Grimmjow just grunted as he followed them inside the house. It appeared no different from the villa, though it was a bit smaller in size, as they went through the short hallways. The noises were getting louder to Grimmjow's sharp hearing and it was more profound and significant at each step forward.
"You paid that much for him....? Seems like you got tricked into paying," commented Urahara, his greyish-green eyes staring at the teen.
"Actually, he was worth a lot more but it was the maximum I offered to pay," sighed Ichigo. "But.... do you think I made the right decision about it?"
"Ah, you're an adult now, your decision is your own right," he smiled. "Anyway, your guy over there.... he doesn't want you as his master, no?"
"He was forced into slavery and he doesn't like me as a Roman, but this is the only way he could listen to me," he muttered, taking a quick glance at the frowning Gaul. It wasn't long until they reached the opened exit and Ichigo and Urahara stepped out first. Grimmjow soon followed, sunlight briefly blinding his sight, before he blinked his eyes open. His eyebrows tensed in surprise at the sight, as he exhaled.
Over a dozen men, clad in only leather or wool loincloths, clashing at each other with metal swords and wooden shields with such fierce agression. But he saw some fighting with only wooden swords while others lifted weights with heavy lumbers. Many of these fighters varied, based on their questionable foreign backgrounds as well as their body types and size. He gazed over to see an enormous mountain of a man with jagged black hair standing to the side, and he looked as if he was overseeing the practice with his arms crossed over his large chest. The large man's back was turned to him, so Grimmjow could only notice that he was wearing a heavy leather armor and his bare arms were carved with old scars from who knew how many battles he had went through.
"Excuse me.... Doctore, can you stop the practice for a moment? We have a special guest here," Urahara smiled as he waved at the big man. The man turned his head, but barely not to reveal his face, before unfolding his arms to reveal a strong whip. In an instant, he cracked the instrument against the sandy ground, and the fighters halted their practice and stood at attention.
"Address yourselves....!" the one called Doctore roared out, cracking the whip again.
"We are forever in your servitude, our Dominus....!" the men vowed in unison, with those with weapons banged them against the shields.
"Wow.... so this is how a ludus operate," Ichigo commented with a small smile.
"Yep, and I can't believe that I'm the master of it," smiled Urahara before stepping forward. "All right, fighters.... the son of my good friend had purchased a man that seemed worthy to become a gladiator, and he wanted to make good of his investments. So be good friends to him, okay?" At that, the men jeered and laughed in delight, and Grimmjow bristled. By their eyes, he could that he was being scrutinized heavily and he growled.
"Ichigo, do you mind watching the practice all day?" asked Urahara.
"Of course, I wish to see how Grimmjow do on the first day," Ichigo nodded.
"Well.... he will start soon, in the meantime I have something to talk to you about," Urahara smiled as he started to lead the teen inside. "Doctore, you're free to train this one," he requested, leaving Grimmjow at the mercy of this strange trainer. His narrowed cyan eyes glared up once a large shadow loomed over him. He could see the man's face clearly, but it would make the god of war quivered in fear by his expression. An eyepatch over his right eye and a thin scar down the left side of his face. He grinned widely, with sharp teeth, as he crossed his arms.
"Interesting.... I've never seen such a scrawny man like you before," he grinned. "Where exactly are you from?" Grimmjow scoffed as he glared at him.
".... I'm from Gaul," he growled, and immediately laughter and amused murmurs erupted from the other fighters.
"A Gaul....?"
"Are you fucking serious....?"
"Tch, my damn cock's bigger than him...."
Grimmjow this time glared at them, but it only made them laugh more. But the Doctore rumbled out a chuckle as he clenched his whip tightly. "I see.... you rarely see a Gaul fighter these days in the arena," he said. "Although, I doubt that you'd be the best Gaul with a body like that."
"I'm strong.... it's just that I couldn't do much when I was enslaved," he argued.
"Tch, I don't tolerate excuses from such weaklings," smirked the Doctore, before nodding to the men. "They'll prep you up for your training.... as long as they don't fuck you up first."
"Tch, not if I do it to them first...." he scoffed under his breath as he slowly and carefully walked up to the smirking fighters, who circled around him like a pack of hungry wolves.
"See? I've seen better meat on a baby deer...." murmured one.
"I doubt he could even survive our training...." smirked another, purposely shoving him on the shoulder. Grimmjow snarled at who had done it, but a few more had shoved him again as laughter broke out once more.
"He got a bite, this one.... won't be long until his face eats sand as he gets his ass rammed by us," chuckled one of them. Grimmjow snarled, he heard ridicules from some men though they were talking in another language. He hoped that he didn't get the wrong end of the deal.
(Blood and Sand)
".... Ichigo, there's something that you need to know, now that you're an owner of a fledgling gladiator," Urahara nodded, offering the teen a cup of water as they stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the training ground. Ichigo glanced down, the Gaul was nowhere to be seen though several other men happened to be absent.
"Okay.... what do I need to know, Urahara?" he asked.
"For one thing.... do you know when is the next fight?" he pondered, and the Ichigo blinked in surprise before frowning to himself. "I don't blame you but that's the first ever thing you should know," he smiled lightly with a nod. "Even though you have just acquired your slave, you should know that I cannot guarantee the result of his training so soon."
"So.... when's the next fight, Urahara?" he asked.
"In about four days' time," he replied.
"Oh...."
"Yeah, and yet you want him to do it," nodded Urahara. "You should know.... my men are practically veterans compared to him. Even if he has some skills from his former country, this can be quite difficult, Ichigo."
"I know," Ichigo sighed. "But Grimmjow agreed into becoming a gladiator, so he might be determined to train hard."
"Did he openly agree?"
"Uh.... he didn't have to, but I know that he wants to," Ichigo smiled a little. Just then, they heard a scuffle before Grimmjow was tossed out to the training ground, bare except for the loincloth and sandals. The Gaul snarled like a disgruntled dog as he stood up, glaring at those who jeered at him. He glared up at the balcony above him and saw Ichigo staring back at him.
"Tch...." he scoffed before hearing a crack of a whip in the air.
"You, get back to training....!" ordered the Doctore, the men grumbled but took up his swords to practice. "Abarai....! Come, see if this damn Gaul has what it takes for this shit!" Grimmjow turned to see a man brisking up to him, armed with just a wooden sword and shield. His lightly tanned torso were inked with black tribal markings, and his thick crimson hair was held up in a messy ponytail with a black cloth headband tied across his forehead. He smirked lightly, while Grimmjow just frowned before a young slave handed him the same wooden weapon.
".... I don't get to use an actual sword?" he huffed.
"You're not even worthy enough to even touch one," grinned the Doctore. "Right now, this is just a fucking test, and if your master still wishes for your training to continue, then so be it." Grimmjow scoffed before facing his opponent, who braced himself to attack. So.... if he could defeat this one, then he could handle a metal sword from now on. His left hand gripped the shield awkwardly, he wasn't accustomed to it as he preferred to use his sword with two hands. ".... Begin!" he exclaimed, snapping his whip.
Within a second, the red-head charged at him with the wooden sword raised over his head. Grimmjow's old fighting instincts immediately woke up within him as he tried to parry his attack with his own sword. But the strength was greatly different between the two, as the one called Abarai quickly knocked it away before clocking him in the chin with his shield. "Guh....!" he gritted out in pain as he stumbled back, blood welled up in his mouth within seconds.
"Ah-hah, you got hit over something as light as that....?" he smirked, and some of the other men chuckled as they watched with sideway glances. Grimmjow growled before spitting out the blood. "C'mon, Gaul, thought your savage ways back at home would make you a better fighter," he egged, pacing around him slowly. "Well....? If you're strong enough, then come at me with all you got."
"Shut your fucking mouth....!" he growled as he went at him, but the red-head merely dodged it and countered with a harder blow at the center of his back. Grimmjow clenched his teeth from yelling out, tensing his eyes to keep from stinging with tears as he stumbled again. The fighters kept laughing at his feeble attempts, but Ichigo watched him trying to land a blow on the crimson-haired fighter. Grimmjow said that he used a sword before but he probably wasn't used to the Roman style of handling them, by the way he observed him trying.
"See that? If he can't handle Renji, what makes him take on much stronger opponents?" Urahara pointed out, leaning over the railings. "Unless the gods put a miracle on you, there's no way he can win let alone survive a match. I don't think I can have him trained properly if you take him back home to your villa every evening."
"Then.... what can I do about it?" he asked, watching Grimmjow struggling to stand up after another blow from the red-head, this time to the face. Urahara smiled behind his fan as he watched as well.
"You can leave him here for the next four days, Ichigo," he replied. "Don't worry, you still own him. But if you want him to be trained better, it's easier that way." Ichigo pondered it over, it would make sense to leave him for a while. "In return, you must do something for me."
"Huh? What do you want?" frowned Ichigo.
"I don't have ownership over your Gaul so you must pay me, it's pretty much my rule, Ichigo," he nodded.
"Oh...."
"The fee's pretty small, just about 80 denarii," smiled Urahara.
"Small? That's how much a baker makes in a few weeks."
"You brought a four years' pay on that man!" smiled the Dominus in a chastising tone. "And that's the cheapest I can go for since it's only a few days for now. Afterwards, I'll have to raise the fee. Plus, I'm in the position to garner the cash prize should your man win many battles, since I'm the one who gave him the training. Do you get that, Ichigo? Remember, you're a man now, so this is your decision."
"I get it, Urahara...." Ichigo nodded with much consideration. His attention turned back to Grimmjow, and he sucked in his breath when the Gaul coughed out blood before the hilt of the opponent's sword struck him in the face.
"Shit....!" Grimmjow gritted when he landed hard on his back, his shield long since ignored on the ground when he tried to use the wooden sword entirely. But it was pointless when the red-head kept blocking him with the shield, before countering with a strike. He scowled in pain but the other man loomed over him, pointing the tip of the sword at his face.
"Heh.... not sure which is worse for you, a sword in your face or a cock in your face," he chuckled before stepping away. "Kenpachi, I'm done.... this man's just trying to hard."
"Hhmph, looks like it...." huffed the Doctore, all the while he had been observing the pathetic fight.
"Sh-shut up...." Grimmjow growled as he struggled to get to his knees. Deep bruises and blood littered over his face and upper body, but he didn't care as he glared at the large man. "I'm not done yet.... let me fight again, I got another shot."
"Tch, I don't have time for injured pups whining like that," scoffed Kenpachi before glancing up at the balcony. "Hey, do I have to waste my time with this one?" he frowned.
"Well, if Ichigo wants to leave him here, I guess you have to," smiled Urahara before glancing at Ichigo. "Do you agree to my offering, Ichigo?"
".... Yes, I'll leave Grimmjow to you for the next four days," nodded Ichigo. Grimmjow heard his master, and looked up at him in slight surprise. What did that mean? "Grimmjow...." Grimmjow glanced at him again, and Ichigo smiled a little. "You're going to stay here, in the ludus, until you're ready for your first battle. I'll visit you daily to see your progress. Do you understand that?"
".... As long as I get to fight," frowned Grimmjow.
"Good, now everybody's happy!" the Dominus smiled happily. "All right, Ichigo, you can stay for the rest of the day until evening to watch. Is that all right with you?"
"Well, okay," Ichigo nodded.
"Don't think your Gaul will fight again today, after he is patched up he'll probably have to lift weights for a while to build up his muscles. But you don't mind if you watch the other men fight?"
"No, I want to watch them...." he smiled.
(Blood and Sand)
An X-shaped pendant dangled by the thin silver chain around Ginjou's neck, it swayed back and forth heavily as the man thrusted in and out of a young female slave on his bed. The girl, possibly no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, whimpered in pain from her master's harsh treatment as she clenched her honey-brown eyes shut. Ginjou grunted, pushing her thin legs back as he thrusted harder, before he brutally groped at her small breasts.
The slave quivered but didn't dare to cry out, and that made the man grin lightly in satisfaction. He needed this, to keep his mind off that night that could have ended in disaster. He was there to talk casually with Ichigo, only to be confronted by that barbaric Gaul who dared to do so in the first place. What were the odds that the Gaul became a slave for the teen, after months since he sent him into slavery? Now that the man knew who he was, it won't be long until that savage man would try to get at him but that could never happen with the risk of being executed.
"Uhn...!" winced the slave out loud when Ginjou thrusted hard, only to have her chin gripped tightly and was forced to stare at him.
"Not another sound...." he grunted as he continued, unaware that another slave cautiously stepped into the bedroom. He was fairly tall yet slim with a tawny-colored tunic, with limp black hair framing over his pale face as he gazed at the immoral sight as if it was a normal thing to see as he took one quiet step forward.
".... Master...." he muttered, but Grinjou didn't seem to notice him yet. "Master, I have a message for you...." Again, Ginjou ignored him before the slave took another step. "Master--"
"I already heard you the first fucking time," Ginjou frowned in annoyance, quickly branishing his sword from his bed as he aimed the sharp tip at him. The slave froze at the threat before his master chuckled a little. "Thought you should know the rules by now, Tsukishima. Wait until I'm done, then tell me something," he smirked, putting the sword away.
"Of course, Master...." the slave nodded meekly as he stepped away. The female slave gasped sharply when she was suddenly pulled onto the man's lap, her long deep fuschia hair fell over her shoulders as she feebly tried not to touch his chest.
"This new girl.... very rarely do female slaves keep their virginities when being bought," Ginjou chuckled. "Can't remember the last time I've taken one, but she feels pretty tight right now. Like she was begging to get fucked by someone like me." Tsukishima just stared with his pale hazel eyes, ignoring the painful expression on the girl's face, while Ginjou gave out a last several thrusts. The girl choked out a whimper when Ginjou finally climaxed, but the man just grinned at the gratifying feeling for a moment. "Now.... what sort of message you have for me, Tsukishima?" he questioned as he roughly pushed the girl off his lap before getting off the bed.
Tsukishima blinked when his master calmly walked up to him, though he was used to seeing his bare body. "Yes.... your uncle, he was wondering if you wish to go to see a gladiatior fight, seeing that you have just returned home," he replied quietly.
"Huh....? Is that what it was, telling me this late into the evening?" Ginjou frowned lightly, distracting himself for a moment as he wiped his soiled member clean with his bare hand. "He's inviting me to see a bunch of savage inbreds killing each other? Why should I care, it's not that interesting unless I get to kill them myself."
"I understand, but your uncle mentioned something else," muttered Tsukishima.
"What?"
"One of his associates' son, Ichigo, is invited for the upcoming fight," he answered. Ginjou quirked an eyebrow in surprise before smirking.
"Ichigo? Now that's interesting...." he chuckled, all the while the female slave shakily stood up as she gathered her clothes behind them. "Is there a reason why Ichigo is going?"
".... I was told that he had acquired a slave to participate in the gladiator fight, Master, that's all," Tsukishima muttered. At that, Ginjou's brown eyes widened just slightly but scoffed in amusement. So that was it.... that Gaul was bought so he can fight to the death. He chuckled to himself for a moment, there was no way that a man like him could go against other fighters. He couldn't even stand up against someone like himself those months ago. That would be interesting to see, watching the Gaul dying under the roar of cheering fans.
"Well.... if Ichigo would be here, then I don't mind going," he smirked, running his fingers through his damp black hair. But suddenly, he whipped around and grabbed the startled girl slave by the throat the moment she tried to walk past him. "Who told you to leave? I don't remember dismissing you...." he grinned darkly, glaring down at the frightened girl as he tightened the hold on her.
"A-ah, uhh....!" she whimpered feebly as she was pushed back to the bed. The look on her face was making him aroused, as he turned her around then forced her upper body down against mattress with her hips in the air.
"You're not leaving yet, not until you're housebroken...." he grinned, groaning in delight once he thrusted into the poor slave. He glanced over at Tsukishima, who was just standing there, and he chuckled. "Don't worry.... I won't use this one for long. You're still my favorite fuck, Tsukishima. Now get out, I'll take you later."
"Yes, Master...." nodded the slave as he left the room.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow felt uncomfortable being rubbed with oil-like ointment by house slaves. A part of him wanted to push them away but the medicine was easing away the pain in his muscles so he kept quiet. It had been that way since yesterday, when Ichigo left him here to be bullied by those experienced fighters. All day yesterday, he was forced to hold a heavy lumber over his shoulders as he walked several laps around the training ground. After that, since his first sparring had ended in disappointment, the Doctore named Kenpachi made him hit a wooden stake.
Then, many of the fighters kept laughing at his akward and unorthodox way of his sword strikes, until the red-head Renji came by. ".... You don't know how to use the sword with one hand?" questioned Renji, only to be answered with a lowly glare. "Ah, don't be such a sourpuss, Gaul--"
"My name's Grimmjow," he scoffed but Renji smirked just the same.
"Hey, just be glad that I'm the nicest of those shitheads over there," he replied. "I can help you, though, how to better your skills."
"Tch, why should I need your help?" he frowned at him. The red-head said nothing at first, as he walked up to the stake. He was already armed with the wooden sword and shield in his hands, as Grimmjow stepped back before the other man went into an attack stance. Then Renji started his moves with two strikes before pushing against the stake with the shield, before twisting his body around as if he was dodging a strike and went behind the stake with a hard strike.
"See that....? You fight like you're herding goats with a piece of twig, that's your problem," he smirked, just as he dodged around the inanimate object with such agile before hitting it again. "So what's your deal? You've never fought with these types of weapons before?" he asked, but Grimmjow frowned.
"It's easier to me to use a sword with two hands, I've never used a shield before," he frowned.
"Hah, that explains it," smirked Renji. "Well, you better get used to it, Gaul. Because the next fight's in a few days. So you better not disappoint your master by getting yourself killed, for all you know."
"Abarai.... leave that runt alone!" Kenpachi called out from the side.
"Heh, just wanna fuck around with him," he chuckled, as he walked away. Grimmjow huffed now that he was left alone, flexing his fingers around the shield's handle. He saw how that man fought, as he attempted to mimic his attacks. But it seemed that he was being heckled by the fighters once again.
Then, when night fell, he was cornered when he was given watery porridge and bread. He heard the fighters laughed nearby, and he knew that they must have done something to it since they ate before him. He took a brief sniff at it before grimacing in anger.
They had pissed in his food.
Now that the new day had started, and his body still throbbing from yesterday, he left the small underground cell and went upstairs to outside. For some remote reason, he preferred the straw-filled mattress back at the villa than the dirt floor to sleep on. ".... About fucking time! You've overslept, Gaul!" Renji laughed, walking up to him before tossing the wooden weapons to his feet.
"I didn't, the sun had just risen," scoffed Grimmjow.
"Doesn't matter, Kenpachi says to spar with me again," he smirked.
"Tch, should it matter....?" he frowned.
"Of course, or else you rather carry around that fucking lumber all day long," he grinned. "And if you improve from yesterday, I'll promise you a piss-free meal today." Grimmjow just scoffed as he picked up the weapons, hoping that he had improved from yesterday. He wasn't going to stoop so low to eat urine-soaked food, no matter how hungry he was right now.
(Blood and Sand)
"Hey there, Ichigo! Didn't expect you to come here so soon, and right before the midday sun!" smiled Urahara as he greeted Ichigo, who was carrying a small satchel in his arm.
"How's Grimmjow been doing so far?" asked Ichigo.
"Your man has been doing.... well, he's getting the hang of it but he's not there yet," he nodded behind his fan. "Even though Renji's been helping him, it's sorta more normal for the other fighters to haze and taunt him. It's like a form of a way to make him focused and hyped up."
"Really....?" he said, as they stepped out onto the balcony. The teen saw Grimmjow, who barely dodged the red-head's strike, and blinked when he struck back in retaliation. "Ah! He hit him this time....!" he smiled lightly, only to frown when the Gaul was smashed in the face by Renji's shield and fell to the ground.
"Uh-huh, he's getting there, all right," smiled Urahara.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow spat out blood as he quickly got to his feet but the hunger had made him a little lightheaded when he wobbled a little. He wondered if he could even continue training in his state. "C'mon, Gaul, you know that you could keep up with," smirked Renji. "Maybe you're admitting that you're not good enough to even fight shit?"
"Just shut up, I can take you on...." wheezed Grimmjow, but when he stepped forward he collasped to one knee and breathed heavily. He wanted to continue but it was hard to concentrate on an empty stomach.
"Tch, fucking weak Gaul....!" jeered a nearby fighter.
"A woman could kick his ass by the state that he's in," smirked another. Ichigo frowned, before realizing that he had this parcel in his arm. He nearly forgotten that he had this for Grimmjow.
"Uh, Urahara, is it okay that I speak to Grimmjow now, for a moment?" he asked.
"Oh, of course, of course!" smiled Urahara. "Renji, you can stop sparring now! Grimmjow is required by his master....!"
"Oh, fine, I was getting a little bored now," Renji smirked. "Go, Gaul, your master's calling....!"
"Tch...." Grimmjow grumbled as he staggered to his feet before being led inside the house. He then waited until Ichigo came into view, and he frowned at the sight of him.
"Grimmjow, how's your training going?" Ichigo smiled lightly.
"Hhmph, other than getting my ass kicked and my meals pissed on, everything's fucking great," scoffed Grimmjow. Ichigo frowned a bit, but shook his head as he smiled.
"You're speaking more by the day, that's good," he said before he opened the parcel. "Nel mentioned that you wanted meat as a treat for your chore earlier...." he muttered, and the Gaul blinked at the sight of slices of cooked lamb presented to him. His jaw muscles tightened as he practically salivated, before Ichigo gave it to him. "You deserved it, Grimmjow," he smiled a little. "Well, that, and you not being able to eat because of.... piss in your meals."
".... Did that woman do something to this meat?" Grimmjow frowned, and Ichigo sighed. The man couldn't say 'thank you', and just went to a blunt question.
"No, she didn't poison the food--" Ichigo replied, but immediately the blue-haired man chowed down the succulent meat. "W-wait, you can't eat it too fast or you'll choke, Grimmjow!" he exclaimed.
"Hmm, it's good....!" he mumbled before swallowing. The teen stared at him, and noticed that he had grinned a little but the Gaul resumed eating the rest of the meat.
"I'm glad that you're grateful," Ichigo smiled. "Maybe I'll return with more meat tomorrow, if you improve on today's training." Grimmjow simply grunted as he chewed the last of the meat, before shoving the bag back to Ichigo.
".... Am I allow back to training now, or do you want something else?" he muttered.
"Oh, not quite yet....!" Urahara said, as he came by. "Ichigo, you know your man's name, correct?"
"Yeah, that's right," nodded Ichigo.
"Have you ever written it on parchment, in case you need to document on his behalf?" he asked. "If he's going to be a gladiator, then people would have to know about him soon."
"Make sense...." he sighed, but he frowned a little. Grimmjow's name was foriegn, and with its pronounciation it seemed difficult to guess how to spell it. "Grimmjow, how do you spell your name, by the way?" he asked Grimmjow, who frowned in slight confusion.
"I could write it down, but you Romans wouldn't know how to read it," he frowned.
"Huh....?"
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I finally gotten the DVD! Yays! And I was writing this while watching the show! I laughed at the piss in porridge prank!
Anyway, I was wondering if someone can help me on this; does anybody know how to get scanlated Bleach yaoi doujinshi? And I want to get it easily, rather than register to download it. That'd be totally helpful. P.S.- it can be hardcore! *blushes* Plus, I already downloaded some from Dangerous Pleasure, so that's not really necessary . . . .
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