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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 3: INTO THE FRAY

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Onwards...

XOXOXOXO

"Shiro, huh? Well, Shiro, come with us," blondie said.

Shiro stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, and wondered what kind of job this boss had to offer him. It wouldn't hurt to find out though, that way if he didn't want to be bothered, he could just walk away from it, or so he thought.

Shiro followed the two men to a black luxury sedan and climbed into the back seat. Once they were settled in and en route to whatever destination those two had in mind, it dawned on Shiro that he had no idea who the fuck these guys were.

"So ya know my name, but I don't know yers. Care ta fix that?" Shiro asked, while looking out of the window.

"I'm Ilfort," blondie stated and nudged pink hair, who was driving. Pink hair scowled and glanced in the rearview mirror catching Shiro's eye.

"Szayel," pink hair stated irritatedly and returned his focus to the road.

The rest of the ride was silent and Shiro used that time to survey his surroundings just in case Ilfort and Szayel tried something funny. They had weird names. Shiro had never heard names like those before and wondered where the hell those two were from. They didn't have accents, but that didn't necessarily mean anything either. Well, he'd find out soon enough.

They arrived at an extremely tall building in the business district of Karakura, and parked in the underground garage. Shiro followed Ilfort and Szayel to the elevator and looked around, eyes wide. This place was fucking huge.

The elevator doors slid open and once they all stepped inside and the doors shut, Szayel produced a small piece of metal the same size and shape as a credit card. He opened a panel beside the floor numbers and slid the piece of metal into a slot similar to an ATM. Shiro noticed the metal had a series of dots along the bottom of it, and assumed it to be a key of some sort.

Szayel held the key in place until a bright green light flashed twice, then he pressed a button with the letters "HM" engraved on it. The "HM" button illuminated a soft golden color and the elevator started to descend. Shiro watched as Szayel replaced the key in the depths of his tan trench coat.

"Must be serious if ya gotta do all that just ta go down an elevator," Shiro commented offhandedly.

Ilfort just smiled while Szayel gave Shiro a bland look. The elevator slid to a stop and the doors opened. Shiro could hear the sound of distant cheers as they moved towards a large set of steel double doors. Two huge guys stood in front of the doors, wearing matching scowls and suits.

Shiro felt a shiver of excitement slip down his spine and he grinned. This shit was like a movie!

"Good evening, gentlemen," Szayel stated as he pulled an ID card from the mysterious depths of his trench coat. Ilfort followed suit. The two giants glanced pointedly at Shiro and Ilfort flashed a wide, charming smile.

"Oh, he's with us," Ilfort said brightly, while Szayel rolled his eyes.

The giants shrugged and pressed identical buttons on either side of the doors, making them swing open slowly. The sight that greeted Shiro's excited eyes, made his heart race and his blood boil. It was like waking up to find that an immensely vivid wet dream had come true.

They stepped through the doors and stood at the top of a wide, cement staircase. Below them, waves of screaming and cheering men and women stood in front of seats encircling an area blocked off by a thick metal railing, that held two men locked in a fierce fight. The seats were stadium style, with each row raised a bit higher than the one before it.

The staircase led all the way down to the fighting area, but had walls on either side of the steps to keep the crowd separate. So this wasn't the public entrance? To the right of where Shiro stood, there was a platform enclosed by a metal railing with a group of seats with people in them. He hadn't even noticed due to his excitement over the sight before him.

There was a total of six people watching him with varying degrees of curiosity. Weird bunch. There was a guy with long, braided black hair wearing shades even though this part of the arena was dim. The man wore all black and looked pretty formidable.

A man with wavy, brown hair and gray eyes was seated in front of the man with the shades, and only wore a pair of black, loose drawstring pants. He was in the process of taping his hands.

Leaning against the metal railing and grinning fiendishly at Shiro, was a tall, lanky man with shoulder-length, black hair and an eyepatch. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and although he was skinny, he still exuded a dangerous aura. Shiro knew never to underestimate anyone.

A petite man was seated to the right of the man with the shades. He had big, green eyes that looked rather empty, had short black hair and he was wearing a dark suit-Shiro couldn't tell if it was blue or black.

Next to him, was a really pretty woman with green hair and gray eyes. She was smiling warmly at Shiro and he actually felt the urge to smile back, but the smile faltered when soft golden-brown met piercing blue.

XOXOXOXO

"Mmm...please," Renji panted. His mouth hung open while his face, although turned to the side, was pressed harshly into a pillow. His arms were tied behind his back with his ass in the air and his legs spread apart. Byakuya tightened his grip on Renji's hips.

"Please, what?" Byakuya asked calmly, slowly thrusting his hips forward and burying himself into Renji's tight heat.

"Nnngh...please, Byakuya-sama," Renji whined. He was desperate to have Byakuya fuck him the way he normally did because this was just torture.

Byakuya chuckled softly but kept a slow, agonizing pace. Renji couldn't take it, and was positive his head was gonna explode. He wanted to throw his hips back and force Byakuya into a faster, harder pace, but Renji knew he would suffer worse teasing if he did.

"That's not good enough, Abarai-kun," Byakuya said mockingly. He knew Renji was dying for him to drill him into the mattress, but not until Byakuya got what he wanted first.

"Byakuya-sama...please...ahhhnn...please, fuck me," Renji pleaded over his shoulder, eyes clouded with lust.

Byakuya moaned softly, then threaded his fingers through Renji's soft, bright red hair and tugged, making the younger man arch his back. Gripping Renji's hip with his free hand, he began a grueling tempo, snapping his hips forward fast and hard, just the way Renji liked it.

"Ahhhhmmm...nnngghhh...YES!" the red head moaned loudly, pushing back to meet Byakuya's fervent thrusts.

Renji was so close he could taste it everytime Byakuya stimulated his prostate. Sweat slid down his brow and stung his eyes, but he didn't care. It felt so good. He moaned wantonly. Suddenly, Byakuya's hand left his hip and reached around to stroke Renji's straining length in time to his thrusts. Renji gasped, and crying out sharply, came forcefully in Byakuya's hand.

"Renji," Byakuya groaned as he felt the red head tighten significantly around him.

Unable to hold back his impending orgasm, Byakuya slammed into Renji a few more times and succumbed. Grunting softly, Byakuya untied Renji's arms and pulled out of the exhausted tattooed body gently. Both men, still breathing harshly, lay together side by side, Renji tucking his head under Byakuya's chin and nuzzling his chest. Byakuya pulled the blanket over both of their bodies and wrapped his arm around Renji's waist, drawing him closer before placing a kiss on the younger man's forehead.

Renji lay in the afterglow thinking about how things had come to this between he and Byakuya. The day Rukia introduced everyone to Byakuya Kuchiki, was the day Renji's world had changed drastically. From the first moment Renji laid eyes on the stoic and seemingly cold, yet utterly gorgeous man, he had been smitten.

Renji had been fucking shell-shocked as well because for the longest time he'd only ever been attracted to one person, Rukia. Renji played it off as just being friendly and it had worked. No one knew the truth. Not even Shinji and Shinji could be scarily acute. It also helped that Rukia was enamored with Ichigo.

Then Renji saw Byakuya and everything changed. The man was slightly taller than Renji, had long, black hair that was kept out of his regal face by a thin, black elastic headband, and a body that was fucking perfect. Even though, at the time, Byakuya had been wearing a long-sleeved, white dress shirt tucked into a pair of perfectly fitting black slacks, Renji could see the shape of the man's well-defined chest, slim waist that tapered into narrow hips, and muscular legs. Shit, the guy was fucking hot.

It unnerved Renji because he had never found himself being attracted to another man before, not that he had anything against being gay, he just never imagined himself in that situation.

Byakuya's unwavering, dark eyes had found Renji's shocked russet ones and a single, elegant, black brow was raised. Renji covered his open admiration by coughing and making an excuse to go to the bathroom.

Once inside, Renji splashed his face with cold water to try to get rid of the embarrassing blush tinging his cheeks. His uniform suddenly felt too hot and constricting and Renji knew it was because of his sudden attraction to Rukia's step-brother of all people. He had been so distracted that he didn't notice the door to the bathroom open and close. Oh, but Renji did notice the object of his suddenly very naughty thoughts walk behind him to the urinals.

Renji stood with his mouth agape and his eyes fixed on the man's back, before he realized that he looked and felt like a fucking fool. Even if Renji was extremely attracted to the man, he didn't know if Byakuya was straight or whatever, hell he'd just discovered his own interest in another man. Renji blew out a frustrated breath and started to leave, when the man spoke.

"Your name, what is it?" Byakuya asked, without even turning around. Renji's eyes widened and his heart skipped about three beats. He spoke to him!

"Renji. Renji Abarai," he croaked. Oh yeah, that's nice. Scare the guy away with the frog stuck in your throat.

Byakuya flushed the urinal and moved to wash his hands, his eyes never meeting Renji's. Frowning in confusion, Renji turned away when Byakuya spoke again. Dammit, this man's voice was doing strange things to his already skewed hormones.

"It was very nice to meet you, Renji Abarai," Byakuya rumbled, then stepped around Renji and left the bathroom.

Renji had been left speechless and confused as hell.

"Wha-?" he couldn't make his mouth form words for shit.

About a month after the bathroom incident, as Renji dubbed it, he'd seen Byakuya at the mall in the bookstore. Renji had been distracted by the newest installment of his favorite manga and didn't notice the pair of dark eyes watching him.

Renji turned to head towards the checkout area to make his purchase, when he ran sidelong into someone.

"Ah, sor-" the words had died in his throat.

Byakuya raised a brow and Renji swore the corner of his mouth lifted into the smallest hint of a smirk. Renji felt stupid for staring, but it seemed like his brain had eased its way out of his head through his nose.

"Renji, you should be more careful," Byakuya calmly issued. Renji continued to gape until he blurted something so lame, he'd been embarrassed about it for days.

"You remember my name." There. Didn't he say it was fucking lame? Renji just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear possibly for the rest of his life. His face had flushed to match the hue of his hair and he scowled darkly at the floor, like this whole situation was its fault. Then he heard a soft chuckle.

"I do," Byakuya was obviously amused. "Here, take this. I wish to talk with you somewhere more...appropriate."

Renji glanced down at the elegant business card being held out and back up to meet dancing, dark eyes. To say he was surprised was an understatement. Grossly.

"O-ok. When should I-" Renji paused. He didn't know what the hell he was doing so he didn't know how to go about asking the man when he was free.

"Friday evening, if you please," Byakuya replied almost instantly as he stepped closer to Renji and leaned towards his ear. "Do not keep me waiting, Renji."

After that, Byakuya had turned and exited the bookstore, leaving a thoroughly aroused Renji in his wake. That Friday, Renji had called and after talking for hours on end, he and Byakuya ended up having rough and frenzied sex. It had been a night of discovery in many aspects for Renji, not to mention his ass had been sore for days. They continued seeing each other even though Renji had only been sixteen at the time and pretty much new to the whole gay thing.

Now Renji was nineteen and he couldn't deny that he'd grown to have strong feelings for Byakuya. It still made him blush when he thought about it but he didn't want to hide their relationship anymore and Byakuya wanted Renji to move in with him. Renji glanced up into Byakuya's sleeping face and smiled. It was time he told his friends about his lover.

XOXOXOXO

Grimmjow thought he and Nnoitra had it bad when it came to fighting, but this kid that Szayel and Ilfort brought with them, was...hell, he couldn't even find the words to describe him.

The brat would get this wild look in his honey-brown eyes whenever he would glance down at the two fighters in the pit, like he was two seconds away from joining them. Grimmjow could recognize bloodlust a mile away but it didn't take a genius to see that in this kid.

And what the hell was up with his hair? Orange? No, correction, bright ass, freshly picked, tangerine orange. Well, at least it wasn't pink. Szayel's hair just rubbed Grimmjow the wrong way for some reason.

The boy stood with his arms at his sides and his fists clenched, but Grimmjow could practically see his muscles twitching and jumping every now and then. Yeah, this guy could be someone Grimmjow might be able to tolerate. Maybe.

"Tousen, this is Shiro...oi, you got a last name?" Ilfort asked. Idiot.

"Yeah, but I think I'll keep that ta myself. I still don't know any of ya or what the hell ya want. All ya told me was somethin' 'bout a job and that's not much," Shiro stated, his eyes never leaving the two men still going at it. Nnoitra chuckled and Nel giggled.

"He's cute," Nel commented with a smile.

"Yeah, he is," Nnoitra agreed. Grimmjow almost rolled his eyes. Trust Nnoitra to actually agree to something like that out loud.

"Our boss has a proposition that we think may be of interest to you," Ulquiorra spoke up.

"Yeah, that's another thing, ain't it? Who's this boss ya keep talkin' 'bout? And why's he so gung-ho ta meet me?" Shiro asked. He looked like he was getting irritated, but his eyes still never left the fighting men.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar as one of the fighters went down hard. Grimmjow glanced at the Shiro kid and grinned. The kid's eyes were wide and bright and his body looked poised for action.

"Ya see that down there? Course ya do. Well that's what we do. We fight and if yer good enough, ya get paid for it. The bossman needs another fighter and Szayel and Ilfort here says ya fit the bill," Nnoitra explained. This drew the kid's attention immediately.

"I was not done speaking, Jiruga," Ulquiorra stated.

"Che, like I give a shit. Got his attention though, didn't I?" Nnoitra snapped.

"Ya mean, I get ta fight down there? And get money for it?" Shiro asked. Grimmjow had to fight the growing urge to laugh loudly. This brat looked like Nnoitra with a new toy. Shit was hilarious. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. Ya just gotta prove it to the bossman that ya got what it takes and then depending on how good ya are, ya start getting paid and ya might even make rank," Nnoitra replied, scratching his chin.

The boy looked down at the pit again longingly. Grimmjow knew for a fact that there was no possible way in hell this kid would refuse.

XOXOXOXO

Shiro was being offered a pipe dream. He knew that, just as well as he knew there had to be some type of catch or drawback or something. This kind of shit didn't exist in the real world, not that Shiro knew of, at least.

He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around the possibility of fighting to his heart's content and getting paid for it. Impossible. Not to mention, King would probably flip a shit thinking he was out robbing people at night if Shiro came home all scuffed and bruised with a pocket full of money. Then again, this seemed too good to just pass up.

"Ya said I hafta prove myself to the boss, right? When do I do that?" Shiro asked.

While Shiro had been having an internal conflict, he had missed the silence that seemed to have fallen over the small group, but he noticed it now. Shiro frowned as he took in the somber faces. What the hell happened?

"Perhaps I can answer that."

Shiro whirled around to face the deep voice that had addressed him and assessed the man before him warily. Why did this guy automatically raise Shiro's hackles and put him on instant alert? Shiro scowled.

This man was around 6'1", had a medium build and wore an expensive-looking suit, his aura dripping authority. His smile was friendly but it didn't manage to reach his cold, brown eyes. Shiro watched as the man brushed a strand of brown hair out of his face and moved to take a seat.

Everyone stood respectfully as the man seated himself, followed by a vaguely familiar man. Where had he seen this guy before? The man was looking at Shiro-at least he thought so since the guy's eyes looked for all the world like they were closed-strangely with a wide grin, his silver hair covering his brow. Then recognition hit Shiro like a mack truck. This was the little fucker that caused King to start fighting in middle school. Gin or some shit like that.

"What the fuck are ya staring at, asshole?" Shiro snarled. Gin's smile widened and his eyes crinkled in the corners.

"Maah, ya remember me, then? I'm flattered. Ya still a momma's boy?" he mocked.

"Ya want me to show ya?" Shiro asked and took a menacing step forward.

"Now, now, gentlemen, do calm down. Business first, play later," the man that had addressed Shiro earlier, stated, still smiling. Shiro scowled darkly but caught the startled gaze of the blue-haired guy he noticed earlier. He remembered cringing when he caught himself thinking how good-looking blue hair was.

"Che," Shiro noised and folded his arms across his chest in an effort to keep from throwing himself at Gin and strangling the skinny fucker.

"I see. I hope this bad blood between you and Gin doesn't influence your decision, Shiro-san. Ahh, but where are my manners? My name is Sosuke Aizen, owner of Hueco Mundo," the authoritative one said.

"Hueco Mundo?" Shiro inquired, feeling like an idiot. The man only smiled and gestured around himself.

"This place, of course. The entire building actually."

"Mmm, so what that tall guy was sayin', it's true?"

"Yes," Aizen nodded.

"And there ain't a catch er nothing? I just gotta show ya I can fight?" Shiro still didn't believe it.

"Indeed, Shiro-san. As a matter of fact, you can show me tonight if you'd like," Aizen suggested, only it sounded more like 'you'll do it or else'.

Shiro didn't have time to dwell on that though because his mind immediately grasped the idea and held on tightly. He would show this guy exactly what he could do. Besides, he had to blow off some steam since he obviously couldn't beat up the boss's pet. Fucking Gin, showing up here of all places.

"Fine. Who ya got in mind?" Shiro asked, grumpily.

"Me," Szayel stated coolly. Shiro's eyes widened. Eh? Szayel noticed Shiro's confused expression and smiled. "You were brought here to replace one of us and his rank was the one above mine. We need to know that you deserve that title," he explained.

"Us?" Shiro cocked his head to the right. "Who's us?"

"The Espada. A group of ten fighters under my employ that represent Karakura in the underground fighting arena," Aizen revealed. "Other cities' groups gather here to compete for supremacy and of course, money. Currently, the Espada hold the title of number one in Japan."

"Ah, and what was this guy's rank?" Shiro asked.

"Septima Espada," Szayel responded.

"A who-now?" Shiro heard the green-haired woman giggle and the tall man cackle. Even blue hair smirked.

"Rank seven. You had best get used to that title...that is if you manage to earn it," Szayel retorted with a wicked grin. Shiro lifted an eyebrow and smirked.

"I see. So when do we do this?" Shiro asked. Now he was anxious to wipe the floor with this pink-haired ego trip.

"After my fight, I'm guessing," the gray-eyed man with brown hair said as he stood. He regarded Shiro with the most bored expression Shiro had ever seen. "I'm Stark Coyote, Primero Espada," he claimed.

Shiro nodded and watched the man walk past him and down the stairs towards the fighting area.

"What's primero?" Shiro asked the green-haired woman as he took a seat beside her. She smiled brightly.

"That's number one. I'm Neliel Tu Odershvank, but you should call me Nel," she said. She reminded Shiro of King's little sister, Yuzu. All bubbly and warm.

"Are ya Espada too?" He asked.

"Not anymore. I used to be Tercero Espada-that's three-before I retired. I don't really like to fight all that much, plus I'm better at advertising."

Shiro's mouth hung open. What? He assumed that the Espada were ranked as their numbers suggested. So that meant that this woman had been ranked third out of ten fighters? Holy shit!

Nel noticed Shiro's astounded expression and giggled as she looped an arm around his, leaning into him.

"I hope you do get recruited. I like you," she grinned so widely her eyes creased in the corners. Shiro shrank away.

"King don't like girls. Course, he don't know that yet," Shiro stated without thinking. Nel's expression turned puzzled.

"King?" she inquired. Shiro's eyes widened as he realized his blunder.

"I mean, ya know, just a joke," he stumbled over the words. Nel just grinned and smiled again.

"Ohhh, ok then, Shiro," she said energetically. He sighed in relief and continued his interrogation.

"So who else is Espada?" he asked and looked around at the remaining faces. Then a disturbing thought hit him. "That little shit Gin ain't Espada is he?" Nel giggled and hugged his arm tighter.

"Nope, he's not," she reassured. "As for who else is Espada, there's Nnoi here," she said and pointed at the tall guy with the eyepatch.

"How many fucking times I gotta tell ya not to call me that shit?" the tall guy snarled and balled up a fist. Nel just smiled.

"Oh calm down, you boar. That's Nnoitra Jiruga, Quinto Espada-that's five."

Nnoitra gave Shiro a mock salute and Shiro grinned. He kinda liked this guy.

"Then there's Ulqui-" Nel started but was cut off by the green-eyed man.

"Ulquiorra Schiffer, Cuarto Espada," he said dryly. Nel rolled her eyes.

"That's four," she stage-whispered. "Anyways, Szayel is Octavo Espada which is eight, Noveno is nine but he's not here. Neither is Decimo, (ten), the current Tercero, and Segundo, (two). You'll probably meet them later. You follow so far?" she paused to ask. Shiro nodded.

"Who's number six?" he asked as he scratched the tip of his nose.

"Oh, that's Grimm! I found him!" Nel cried as if she had just discovered oil. Shiro grinned but he was still puzzled.

"Who-" Shiro started but was interrupted by a deep, gruff voice.

"Me."

Shiro's head swung around to his right and his eyes met vivid blue. Ohhh. Blue hair. Blue hair was staring at Shiro and it unnerved him when an unconscious shiver crept down his spine. What the hell was that? And why the fuck was his mouth suddenly so dry?

Blue hair had on a plain, black t-shirt, black jeans, and black motorcycle boots. A black leather wristband was wrapped around his right wrist, while a black, leather-banded watch adorned his left. His hands rested on the metal railing behind him as he leaned against it. His bright blue hair fell across his forehead in the front but had a fresh-out-of-bed look everywhere else.

The way blue hair watched Shiro reminded him of a large, predatory cat stalking its prey. It made Shiro shift in his seat nervously. What the fuck? He didn't do squirming, so why the hell was he doing it now?

"Yep, he's the officially recruited Sexta Espada," Nel said proudly. Blue hair scowled.

"Grimm?" Shiro asked. A strange look crossed blue hair's face before his scowl deepened.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," blue hair corrected. Shiro nodded. They all had crazy ass names then, huh?

XOXOXOXO

Shinji was pissed. He at least thought that he and Ichigo were friends, but here he was keeping things from Shinji. Shinji looked up at the Espada spectator box again and frowned. There was no mistaking Ichigo's bright orange hair and infamous scowl. That was him alright. Question was, what the fuck was he doing up there with the Espada?

Shinji knew he really had no place to accuse Ichigo of not sharing secrets when Shinji had one of his own. He'd been coming to the underground fighting arena for a year now after being invited by the owner of the tattoo parlor where he worked. After seeing how excited Shinji got during a random conversation about martial arts, the owner had given him a ticket with an address and told Shinji to check it out. Shinji had the hugest crush on the man and had jumped at the chance to see him outside of work.

Stark Coyote was one big, walking wet dream in Shinji's opinion, what with those gray bedroom eyes and that perfect body, and Shinji was hell-bent on getting the man's attention. Sure, Stark was cordial, but Shinji wanted more, so he'd resorted to coming to Hueco Mundo to watch him fight. In the meantime, Shinji had basically learned everything about the whole underground fighting arena and the Espada and he was secretly proud that Stark was the Primero Espada.

So, what the fuck was Ichigo doing up there with them? Shinji didn't know, but Ichigo had some explaining to do. Now that he thought about it, this could explain the reason for Ichigo's early nights and his cut knuckles and arms. It made sense.

At that moment, Stark made his way to the pit and started stretching while he awaited the arrival of his opponent. Shinji heard it was some guy from Osaka and was supposedly really tough but Shinji wasn't worried. Stark was currently undefeated and Shinji didn't see that changing anytime soon.

Stark's opponent finally made his way into the pit and sneered at Stark. Shinji felt his eye twitch. Cocky bastard doesn't know who he's dealing with. Stark lifted an eyebrow and cracked his knuckles as the announcer, Menoly, spoke.

"Tonight's main event will be Ebisu Hanma from the Osaka faction, the Blades and Karakura's Primero Espada, Staarrrrrk Coyoteeeeeee!" Menoly exclaimed over the microphone amidst thunderous cheers. "Rules are: no weapons or foreign substances, but other than that, anything goes! Ok, gentleman, to the center please. Bow. Ok, let's fighto!"

Shinji was pumped, already on his feet, and could feel adrenaline coursing through his blood as if he were participating and not just spectating. He loved this part, where he was overwhelmed with anticipation as he watched Stark and his opponent circle each other, sizing one another up.

The Ebisu guy lunged at Stark with a raised fist, but hit nothing but air as Stark dodged and came up behind him in the blink of an eye. Ebisu whirled around with his eyes comically wide, only to stumble backwards from a powerful one-two to the nose. While Ebisu went to grab his bleeding and broken nose, Stark connected a roundhouse kick to the man's jaw and that was all she wrote for Ebisu-san.

Shinji screamed and cheered along with the crowd as Menoly declared Stark the winner and still undefeated Primero Espada. A disgusted-looking blond man came to the pit and dragged Ebisu's unconscious form out of the arena, cursing up a storm the entire time. Shinji just chuckled and admired Stark's retreating form but upon glancing at the Espada spectator area, he was reminded of Ichigo's presence.

As Shinji started filing out behind the rest of the crowd, his forehead creased into a frown. Shinji would have to ask Ichigo what the hell he had been doing there.

XOXOXOXO

As usual, Stark's fight had ended ridiculously fast. Grimmjow watched as the arena emptied and every noise was echoed in the abrupt silence. The remaining people moved to the audience seats to get a better look at the upcoming fight.

Aizen was seated in the first row with Gin, Tousen and Ulquiorra on either side of him. Stark plopped down two rows behind them next to Ilfort who was complaining about missing sleep. Grimmjow took a seat next to Nnoitra at the very top row of the stadium-styled rows and yawned.

Szayel, Nel and that Shiro kid had disappeared to get ready for the match. Grimmjow guessed Nel was showing the brat where to get changed into the customary black pants all of the fighters wore. Hell, there was a whole mess of them in the changing room, so that was one less thing for the boy to worry about.

"Ya think Szayel's gonna take a body part as a trophy tonight?" Nnoitra asked and leaned back in his seat. Grimmjow shrugged.

"Fuck if I know."

"Yer boring."

"I don't give a shit," Grimmjow smiled and then paused, a thoughtful expression settling on his features. "I don't think the kid is gonna let Szayel win this one," he said slowly as he rubbed his chin. This gained the attention of Ilfort, who turned to face Grimmjow and grinned.

"Why do you say that?" Ilfort queried. Grimmjow shrugged again.

"Just something about him," he said as Szayel re-entered the arena and made his way to the pit.

Not even a minute later, Nel and Shiro re-emerged and headed for the pit. Grimmjow felt a shiver of excitement race down his spine as he watched Szayel and Shiro meet in the center of the pit. This was sure to be interesting.
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