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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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Interesting, when I was looking up things about the Gauls, it turned out that they didn't have 'G', 'J', or 'W' in the ancient alphabet. So.... Yeah.
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 4- Men Before Gods
Ichigo frowned in utter confusion at the.... 'letters' on a piece of parchment that Grimmjow had written on. Looking away from the training below for a moment, he stared at the jagged lines and tiny circles that represented the Gaul's name. He didn't get how the man could read this. Then again, Grimmjow wouldn't know how to read and write the Roman language anyway. "I don't think I can use this to promote his name," frowned Ichigo. "Can't use his real name since I can't spell it, nor can I read it. This is difficult to comprehend, Urahara."
"That's true," sighed the Dominus, fanning himself from the humid air. "That's why it's common to rename one's slave to assilmilate the Roman culture. But you're the one who wanted to know your man's actual name, so now what?" Ichigo sighed tiredly, turning his attention to the sparring below. Now that Grimmjow had eaten his fill earlier, he was more attentive to the red-head's attacks and defenses, already picking up the moves little by little.
"Fuck....!" Grimmjow hissed in pain when the wooden sword struck him in the shoulder but whirled around to block another strike with his shield.
"Good, Gaul, you're getting it....!" Renji remarked, only to counter with a dirty kick to the other's stomach and Grimmjow gritted as he stumbled to the sandy ground. "But you're not that good, not yet!"
"You piece of shit!" Grimmjow snarled as he quickly got up and charged at him.
"Wow, Grimmjow's better from yesterday," Ichigo smiled a little. "I'm impressed...."
"Yeah, guess getting picked on works for him," remarked Urahara, as he watched the fight. The blue-haired Gaul was getting quicker in the training than expected. He seemed to respond more on the wider swings and the straightfoward jabs, rather than the close-ranged attacks from the other opponents. He waved at Kenpachi, who noticed, and subtly gestured at the sparring between Grimmjow and Renji. The Doctore nodded before cracking his whip.
"Abarai....!" he called out, and the red-head paused in his fight. "You're done, go spar with someone else....!"
"Huh? Fine, whatever you say," sighed Renji as he walked away. Grimmjow frowned in slight confusion, he thought that he was impoving so why was the other man called away?
"Kenpachi, I think you can pair him up with.... ah, Ikkaku," Urahara requested with a nod. "Yes, I think that can work well."
"Urahara, what's going on? I thought Grimmjow was getting better," Ichigo muttered in confusion.
"He is, but I believe that I've figured out what type of fighter your man could be," he smiled lightly. "Just wait and see, once he spars again." Ichigo blinked but took his words for it as he saw a bald man with a spear-like wooden weapon in his hands walking up to Grimmjow.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes slightly at the new man, whose right arm and legs were covered in thick leather armor, and frowned as he saw him grin in delight.
"So, I'm up against a weakling like you," smirked Ikkaku, posing into an attack position. "Thought you'd give up after the piss in food incident, but you seem to be asking for it...."
"Fuck you...." growled Grimmjow as he braced himself. He saw that the other one was using a longer weapon, and the round shield attached to his left wrist was a lot smaller. He smirked lightly to himself, he got it now.
"Begin....!" Kenpachi said, cracking his whip. Almost immediately, Grimmjow dodged back the moment the spear swung at him before parrying another swing with his sword. He then moved forward to strike but the bald-headed man retaliated by striking him in the face with his small shield. The Gaul hissed in pain, blood drooling from his lips, but he glared at him as he blocked the spear's attack.
"Hah, Abarai has been teaching you how to block.... but you forgot one thing!" sneered Ikkaku, before kneeing his in the abdomen. Grimmjow gritted but managed to strike him in the chin with the hilt of his sword. "Shit....!" Ikkaku gritted. Blood trickled from his now busted lip as he stepped back, but grinned just the same. "Shit, who knew you can pack a punch like that?" he laughed.
"I could say the same for you...." Grimmjow sneered back.
"....I see," Urahara concluded with a sigh, as he and Ichigo watched. "Hmm, he's more focused from his attacks than with Renji. Guess I know what he could be." At that, Ichigo glanced at him in surprised interest.
"What? What type of fighter can he be?" he asked.
"Ah.... it's been decades since there were such fighters, and not many had been around today," he mused. "Ichigo.... have you heard of a type of gladiator called 'murmillo'?"
"'Murmillo'....? I've heard of it, but.... what are they exactly?" asked Ichigo.
"They're a type of gladiators originated centuries ago.... the type that originated with the early Gauls who were intergrated into the Roman culture," he explained. "It was quite popular during the era of the Roman Republic. But when the years of the Empire had started, it had fell out of favor because of the public view of the Gauls. They saw them as.... well, barbarians, and that their savage ways would tarnish our culture."
"So.... now what? We figured out Grimmjow's style, but we can't use it in the arena?" Ichigo questioned, but Urahara smiled behind his fan.
"I've never said that, Ichigo....!" he smiled. "I'm saying, murmillones are very few these days. Heck, there haven't been one in Rome in the last few decades. I guess now that we know, it'll be more interesting to promote it to the public. It would be a very interesting day for everyone, Ichigo."
".... Well, that's good," the teen smiled. Meanwhile, Grimmjow blocked away Ikkaku's strike before hitting him in the jaw again. The bald-headed opponent spat out blood but smirked despite his face being bruised and battered, as he stepped forward.
"Heh, you savage bastard! Just because you're getting to understand it, it doesn't mean shit to me!" he sneered. "It's only your second day in, while many of us had been doing this for years....! If you think that you fight those bastards in the arena in the state that you're in, you gotta be outta your fucking mind....!"
"Is that right....?" scoffed Grimmjow, as he breathed heavily. "I don't give a fuck, as long as I get to my goal."
"Huh....? Whatever this goal is, you better be alive for it....!" smirked Ikkaku, as he charged at him. Grimmjow braced himself as he raised his shield.... but his opponent had other ideas, as he suddenly tossed away his weapon. "Hahh!" he yelled out, clocking the Gaul in the jaw with his closed fist.
"Guh....!" Grimmjow stumbled to the ground, feeling the intense throbbing in his cheek as well as blood in his mouth. He struggled to his feet, spitting out the metallic taste on his tongue, as he glared at the man. He didn't expect that attack at all. "Fuck it....!" he snarled, tossing his own weapons away before charging at him like a bull. He shoved him down to the ground, before throttling the man with all his strength.
"Enough!" Grimmjow halted his action the moment he felt a searing, stinging pain around his wrist before he glared up to see the leather whip wrapped around his wrist. "Dogs like you need to be disciplined properly....!" Kenpachi growled as he pulled the whip back, in doing so Grimmjow was roughly dragged onto the ground. The Gaul growled and glared up when Kenpachi loomed over him. "Since you wanna fight like that, then I'll consider it after a five-hour lap with the lumber."
"Ah....!" Grimmjow gritted his teeth before staggering to his feet. Some of the fighters nearby laughed at what happened but the rest were too busy with their own sparring.
"Hah, that was the best fight I got all day!" smiled Ikkaku as he got up, for some reason getting beaten up had seemed to energize him as he picked up his spear. "Hope I get to fight that bastard again....! That was too much fun!"
"Tch, I'll think about that. Right now, this idiot needs to learn his place," grunted the Doctore before glaring down at Grimmjow, who growled under his breath. "Go on, Gaul, don't waste my time."
"Tch...." Grimmjow scoffed before dragging his feet, not caring that his teen master was watching him.
".... The fight's three days away, yet I don't know what to do with his name," Ichigo sighed, looking back at the parchment in his hand. The odd scribble wasn't good enough to promote him as a fighter. The audience would be dissatisfied by his actual name, since they would know that he was a foreigner. "Hmm.... I prefer his real name, but if it's in the arena, I guess I could give him a nickname so people won't notice as much," he muttered. "But, what sort of name I could give him, I wonder....?"
He pondered for a while. When he thought about it, many times Grimmjow had been called a beast or animal just by his appearance and personality. And when he saw him fight, it seemed savage, like he wanted to attack his opponent like a ferocious animal out for blood. He got it now. ".... Bestia...." he muttered, catching Urahara's attention.
"Hm, what was that, Ichigo?" said the other man before Ichigo turned to him.
"Grimmjow's gladiator name would be Bestia, as in 'beast' or 'animal'," he said. "It's kinda fitting for him, don't you think so?"
"Heh, I guess so, Ichigo," he smiled. "All right, I'll send words to the promoters later, and Grimmjow'll be able to fight. Although.... let's hope that his attitude won't hinder his training."
"Right...." sighed Ichigo, glancing at Grimmjow who staggered around the training ground with the heavy lumber.
(Blood and Sand)
Once again, Grimmjow tossed down Ikkaku to the ground. And they hadn't even took up their weapons yet, as jeers and cheers surrounded them. The blunet was punched in the chin, but not before he countered with a punch to the eye. He wasn't sure why, he didn't really harbor any animosity towards the bald man, but Ikkaku was pumped up for a rematch and decided to fight him first thing in the morning. Grimmjow snarled from his assault and flipped him to the ground with a harsh kick.
"Heh, you can hit harder than that, come on!" sneered Ikkaku, tightening his fist before punching him in the gut. The Gaul gritted his teeth, bile threatening to burn his throat, before he was punched across the face. "Fucking bastard! Come at me with all you got....!" he jeered.
"You'll fucking regret those words....!" snarled Grimmjow. Immediately, he dodged the other man's swing before tackling him head on. He felt his blood pumping hard in his veins with a sense of euphoria, he couldn't remember the last time he had fought like this. He was able to land two more punches until a sound of a whip cracking silenced the fight.
"All right, quit fucking around and get to training!" commanded Kenpachi. Many of the men groaned but went to gather their weapons. Grimmjow scoffed but got up, not wanting another punishment. However, the Doctore simply looked past the scuffle as he glanced at him. "Gaul, you and Ikkaku are sparring again," he said. "Just don't kill each other before the gladiator games."
"Tch, all right...." Ikkaku sighed as he took up his weapons. He glanced over at Grimmjow, who was given the wooden weapons, and he smirked despited his bloody lips. "You're a very good fighter, so far.... it makes you wonder why you're trying so hard for that goal of yours."
"Hhmph, if you say so," Grimmjow grunted.
"Say.... what kinda goal are you talking about, anyway?" he questioned. "Are you trying to win for your freedom or something?"
".... There's someone I wanted to kill, but I'm stuck being a slave because of him," he grumbled.
"Oh, I get it...." Ikkaku smirked. "You want revenge. But you can't really get revenge until you have your freedom. And to do that, you must win as many fights as you can for your master. Otherwise, your goal's nothing but shit." Grimmjow huffed, but he seemed to be right. He can't do anything on his own free will since he was still a slave, and Ichigo once mentioned that Ginjou was a powerful man. But he didn't care about that. Just because that man had killed his friends, it didn't justify his actions for doing so, all because he was an army commander.
He inhaled as he took his place, narrowing his eyes in anticipation. He could not fail for his first fight.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo wondered about Grimmjow's progress today, as he moved through the busy city. By now, he was told that Urahara had already made arrangements for the upcoming event for the Gaul to fight under the name 'Bestia Murmillo'. He had heard from his social class and the regular class alike that they were surprised about a Murmillo-type gladiator was going to fight, and a Gaul at that. But he didn't mind that some sneered at the thought of a Gaul fighting in the arena. Tucking the parcel full of food in his arm, he brisked between the roads and alleyways for the ludus. But as soon as he came into view from one alley, he was suddenly face-to-face with several men in the blood-red color of the army uniforms.
"Huh? What's this, some brat just interrupted our conversation," frowned one soldier, glaring at Ichigo who frowned back. He could tell him off, but there was a chance that he would be heckled by them. Plus, without the white toga on, they wouldn't know that they were being disrespectful towards a noble. "Hey, what do you think you're doing here? Can't you see that this is a private area?" he questioned.
"I didn't know, I just needed to get somewhere," replied Ichigo, but some of the soldiers scoffed at his answer.
"You seem to be in a hurry, so why should we let you pass?" scoffed a soldier.
"I, uh, I'm visiting a friend nearby, and I want to give him this parcel," he said, frowning a little when they chuckled.
"And what's in there, food or something?" sneered another one. "Or.... is it something you've required illegally, kid?" Ichigo bristled at his tone, and he scowled at him.
"I don't deserve to be talked to like that," he scowled in annoyance. "Just let me pass--"
"And we don't like the way your attitude is coming out at us," they sneered, looming closer to Ichigo and the teen stiffened by them cornering him. "Either you tell us what you're up to, or else--"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The soldiers froze by the angered tone of Ginjou's voice, before the army commander pushed through his men. Ichigo saw him standing in front of him, dressed in his uniform absent his helmet, when the older man turned to his soldiers. "Who was the one who harrassed this nobleman? Tell me now...." he growled, and some of his subordinates flinched in apprehension.
"Sir, we didn't know he was a nobleman," one of them tried to explain. "We thought that he looked rather suspicious--" Ginjou didn't bother to hear the rest of it, as he promptly punched him in the face. The soldier grunted in pain as he held his bloody and broken nose, and the rest of them cowered from their leader's subtle yet obvious anger.
"What other criminal would dress in fine clothes, and with such an interesting hair? Not to mention that his father's a friend of my uncle," he scoffed. "If I ever find out that you harrassed him again, I'll slit your throat. You got that?"
"Y-yes, sir....!" they stammered.
"Good, now get out of my fucking sight," he scoffed annoyingly. At that, the soldier scrambled away, before Ginjou turned to Ichigo. He smirked, but Ichigo frowned lightly. Even if he was grateful for his interference, the teen knew where this would lead to. "Well.... what an interesting time and place for us to come across like this, Ichigo," he grinned.
"Tch, I should thank you for defending me, but I won't owe you anything outta it," he scoffed as he turned to leave, but he stiffened when Ginjou suddenly slammed his hand against the concrete wall of a building, purposely blocking his path.
"Aw, must you be cruel to me, Ichigo....?" he questioned. "I only protected you from my shitty subordinate, and this is how you treated me?"
"You only want one thing outta me, and the answer's no," huffed Ichigo.
"Heh, you're a man now, thought you wanna experience...." Ginjou smirked as he loomed close to the teen's face, "pleasurable prowess, Ichigo. There's no reason for you to back away such a human nature like that."
".... As if I'd take advice from someone who visits the brothels on a daily basis," the teen scoffed. Instead of being insulted, Ginjou chuckled as he glanced down at him.
"No, I'm tired of the brothels for now, those whores are too willing for me," he chuckled. "Lately, I've a taste for taking young virgins, since they're easier to break and train under me. But you.... you're just afraid that once you've given your innocence to me, you'll be under my thumb."
"Well, I'm not afraid, because I won't give in to someone like you," scoffed Ichigo. "Now, can you let me go, because I have to visit someone."
"Oh? And where are you going, exactly?" the older man inquired with interest, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing that concerns you, Ginjou."
"I'm just curious.... are you visiting him because of that parcel in your arm?" he questioned as he reached for it, but Ichigo promptly slapped his hand away. He frowned a bit but resumed smirking. "That's all right, Ichigo.... after all, I know that you were invited to watch the gladiator fight this week," he grinned, and Ichigo frowned at him.
"And you care why....?" he questioned.
"Oh, don't question me around in circle, I know the real reason you're invited," chuckled Ginjou. "And.... it's because of that savage Gaul, right?" Ichigo just scoffed as he attempted to go around the army leader, but he was quickly cornered by him and he cringed slightly from the sour alcoholic breath when Ginjou leaned even closer, their noses mere centimeters from one another. "I've never thought that someone like you would purchase a slave just to have him killed," he grinned. "What's the point of having that Gaul, if he's not like the other fighters? They'll just tear him apart, and that would be a waste."
"He'll be as strong as any other gladiators, Ginjou," frowned Ichigo. "Again, why do you care? You're the one who killed his friends."
"Heh, I already told you that they went against our laws when they questioned us," he chuckled.
"I don't believe that, coming from you," he frowned, narrowing his eyes. "You've used every excuse to justify your actions. Like that one time.... when you had some man's wife executed for adultery, when you were the one who fucked her."
"She fell into my charms, it was her own fault," he sighed. "She, like anyone else, wanted to fuck the great army commander with the same great cock."
"Well, I'm not like anyone else, Ginjou....!" Ichigo scowled. "Now, would you please let me pass, unless I wish to talk to your uncle about you drinking on the job today?" Ginjou's smirk faltered at that, and reluctantly stepped aside. "Finally...." he scoffed as he jogged away. Ginjou stared after his dwindling figure, his sepia eyes narrowed at the teen's behind, as he lightly palmed at his growing arousal through his tunic.
"I'll get him.... He'll be begging for my damn cock one of these days," he scoffed under his breath.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow panted heavily, he wanted to continue to spar but with his head spinning from both the fighting and the tight hunger (the other fighters pissed in his food again), he pretty much collapsed on the ground as he was catching his breath. "Hey.... you're dead already, and the real fight's not even started," laughed Ikkaku, playfully poking him in the stomach with his wooden spear.
"Fuck off...." he growled tiredly. Sweat, dirt, and bruises covered his body, and his bones and muscles ached to the core.
"Good, you're still breathing," smirked Ikkaki, crouching down to glance at him. "That could mean one of two things, bastard. Either you get killed by your opponent if he notices it, or you could beg for your life with the missio."
"Missio....?" breathed Grimmjow.
"It's when you raise your hand with two fingers, signaling your submission towards your opponent as well as pleading for mercy from your master," he said, putting up two fingers. "Only your master have the power to have you live or die, with a gesture of his own. But you don't want him giving the thumbs down."
"Why....?" he questioned, and the bald man frowned for the first time at him.
"You want your master to kill you for losing, bastard?" he said. "No matter what, you have to keep winning, or at the very least keep fighting until you die on your feet." He smirked again, before standing up. "That's something I wanna do, making my blood boil just thinking about it."
"Ikkaku, you're insane...." said a slave nearby, making Ikkaku laugh. Grimmjow glanced up and thought the slave walking up to the bald-headed man was a woman. But at a closer look, it was a rather effeminate man with a shoulder-length raven hair decorated with a peacock feather, dressed in a loose pale green tunic that looked closely like a woman's stola. He frowned at first then blinked in surprise when Ikkaku pulled the slave close to capture his lips for a kiss.
.... He didn't know that such a fierce opponent like him was into men, as he froze at the sight. Ikkaku kissed the man again, before he was pushed away. "Please, Ikkaku, you reek of filth and sweat," scoffed the slave.
"Aw, you said that every time, Yumi," smirked Ikkaku. "I've never hear you complaining when I win and then drag you to my bed afterwards."
"Hhmph, that's what you men care about...." he huffed as he walked away, and the other man followed after him with audacious comments. Grimmjow slowly sat up and sighed, what he saw was actually odd to him. A man like Ikkaku was a seasoned gladiator, spewing blood of his enemies across the sand like it was second nature to him. Yet he was in a relationship with another man, and the other fighters didn't seem to mind or even care about it. He saw Renji walking up to him before the red-head crouched in front of him with a slight smirk.
"You okay, Gaul? You were out of it for a while," he said.
"Tch...." he huffed. He glanced over to see Ikkaku being bickered by Yumi over trivial stuff, and Renji noticed his gaze.
"Ah, you noticed that Ikkaku getting bitched at by his man-wife, huh?"
"It's strange.... a strong man like him coupling himself with another man," he commented, and Renji blinked at him in slight confusion.
"It's strange?" he questioned.
"Where I'm from, only the best and strongest men could bed many women they desire," he frowned. "But there, it's frowned upon to be with another man, especially those who takes it up the ass. They think that's a weak form of being a man."
"Oh, so I'm frowned upon, you say?" Renji smirked a little, and Grimmjow stared at him in disbelief. "Like you, I have a master who let me train here.... and I don't mind getting fucked by him. I enjoy the pleasure anyway, especially when I win a fight for him and have him ramming me so hard, I'd be seeing stars."
"I don't need to hear that," grimaced Grimmjow as he glared away, but Renji laughed.
"Aw, don't be jealous because I got someone," he smirked. "Maybe if you're good enough, your master'd probably reward you a woman to warm your bed." The Gaul just scoffed, as he staggered to his feet.
"I doubt it."
"Oh, Grimmjow....!" Two men looked up to see Urahara from the balcony, waving his fan at the blunet with a smile on his face. "Your master's here to see you! He says that he got something for you!"
"Tch...." Grimmjow frowned before walking inside the large house. Near the exit, he saw Ichigo holding a parcel, and he felt his gut tightening when he sniffed a faint scent of food from him. ".... Guess that's my reward for another day of training, huh?" he questioned cautiously. Ichigo blinked at him, and smiled lightly when he gave him the bag, only to frown when the Gaul snatched it from him.
"I'm guessing that the other guys relieved themselves over your meals again, huh?" he sighed. Grimmjow just glared at him, and the teen immediately knew the answer. "Never mind...." The other man practically ripped the parcel open, and before his eyes could even take in the sight of the food, he dove in for the meat. This time it was pork as he ate half of it within seconds before slowing down to notice other food in the parcel, a round loaf of bread and some apples. Sliding down to the floor, he picked up the apple and practically ripped a giant bite out of it. "Not much table manners, like Nel says," sighed Ichigo at the sight.
"If you got a problem with it, then stop staring at me," scoffed Grimmjow. Ichigo frowned at him but gave him the benefit of a doubt as he glanced outside.
"You're working hard to train, huh?" he muttered, watchihg some of the sparring. "I can tell by your bruises that you're taking it well. I'm glad...."
"Tch, anything to make you crack a damn smile, huh?" Grimmjow huffed. Within a minute, he finished the fruit before going back to the meat. "One of the guys just told me that you have the power to have me killed, should I get defeated," he said. "You'd do that to me?" Ichigo blinked at that and glanced at him in slight surprise.
"Why would I kill you? I spent my time and money on you, it'd be a waste to do that," he replied. "Besides, even if you were defeated, I'd let you live so you can fight again." Grimmjow just huffed, seemingly insulted by his answer.
"You're mocking me...." he grumbled, finishing the last of the pork. "I'm keeping the rest of this, in case those fuckers try to pull that prank again."
"Fine.... I'll be watching from balcony, Grimmjow," Ichigo nodded, attempting to put up a small smile. But Grimmjow simply ignored him as he stood up and walked past him for the underground cells. The teen frowned and stared after him, the Gaul still haven't accepted him as his master, even with the food and the gladiator training. Maybe to his eyes, Ichigo was just another Roman who was using him for his own gain. He gazed down at the marble tiled floor and crossed his arms, that was probably it. Most slaves would feel resentment towards their masters, but they would have to follow orders or be punished. Maybe Grimmjow felt like he was being punished after being enslaved against his will.
".... Would you like it, if I win?" Ichigo was startled a little before seeing Grimmjow walking up to him. "If I win this fight, that'd make you happy?" he questioned.
".... Of course, Grimmjow," nodded Ichigo. "This is my first time participating into this, so I'd like it if you win. Even if you don't, I'd be just as glad that you've tried your best." The Gaul frowned at the last part, before stepping back outside. Ichigo watched him picking up the wooden sword and shield and calling out to one of the fighters to spar with him. He sighed, moving for upstairs, wondering if Grimmjow have made any progress for the day.
".... Ah, your master gave you treat, you bastard dog?" smirked Ikkaku, when he noticed the Gaul's master walking away. "It must be nice that he's giving you so much privilige, you know."
"Privilige?" Grimmjow questioned.
"Well, meat is practically a luxury for the rich. Just be lucky that you're getting it, or else you would've gotten shit." Grimmjow just blinked but didn't really care. All he cared about was getting tougher, so he can kill to win. Then he can get closer to Ginjou.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow huffed and struck Renji at his side before he felt a solid blow across the face. It hurt.... yet he was immune to the pain by now, as he used the shield to block the swing. He tasted blood in his mouth, but he was so used to it that it didn't faze him as he spat it out a second before stepping back from his attacks. "Heh...." he sneered, parrying another strike before hitting Renji in his jaw.
"Shit....!" scoffed Renji, blood drooling out of his mouth as he narrowed his eyes at him. "You didn't need to be that agressive, Gaul! You're not the only one who has to fight tomorrow, you know!"
"Tch, you're complaining about getting hit....? I'm shocked," sneered Grimmjow before charging at the red-head. Renji gritted and blocked his attack, only to get tripped when the Gaul kicked behind his ankle.
"Agh....!" he huffed when he landed heavily on his back. He glared to see Grimmjow over him and the blunet raised his sword for the seemingly final blow. "Wait! I give, I give!" he called out, quickly holding up two fingers. Grimmjow paused at the submission before smirking as he stepped away.
"Giving up before a Gaul like me? Where's your dignity?" he smirked.
"Right, very funny," scoffed Renji as he sat up, dusting the sand out of his hair. "I didn't expect you to improve that fucking fast. Many newcomers had weeks to perfect themselves before they could participate in the arena. Whatever it is, you must have something on your damn mind to get this good."
"That's true, but I used to be a hunter in my home country, so I know how to expect movements from other animals before making my move," shrugged Grimmjow. "See how they move and how other people move are not that different. It's that simple to me."
"Simple, my ass," he frowned before getting up. "A beast like you would hunt down other beasts. Too bad Urahara and your master didn't qualify you as a Bestiarius, that would've fit you well except you're not a prisioner sentenced for death or if the arena could afford wild tigers or lions."
"Heh, that would sound interesting...."
"Anyway, do you even know what type of fighter you are? Did Urahara tell you?"
"Something about a Murmillo or some shit," shrugged Grimmjow, but Renji blinked before laughing a little.
"That's rich, a Murmillo hadn't been around since the start of the Empire," he chuckled, and the Gaul frowned a little. "Doesn't matter, if Urahara thinks you're good at it, then I don't care."
"Huh? Then what kinda fighter are you?" he frowned.
"A Secutor.... and Ikkaku's a Hoplomachus," Renji answered, nodding at the bald man across the training ground. "And if I remember correctly, a Murmillo usually fights against a Hoplomachus so you're good to go." Grimmjow frowned lightly, so he doesn't have to fight any other opponents, just specific ones. "Don't worry so much about it, Gaul. Often, you can fight different types of fighters, but usually when there's a special event going on or if there's a gladiator tournament," shrugged Renji.
"Hmm, then about when I get to fight those opponents--"
"Geez, you're asking too much questions! It's getting annoying!" huffed Renji. "I'm taking a break, I can't take it from you anymore...." Grimmjow scoffed and dropped his weapons, his body finally tired itself out as he took a deep breath. He licked his lips free of blood, as he glanced up at the balcony. Ichigo, under the humid sun, dozed with his propped up hand leaning against his cheek as he was leaning over the railings. The teen wasn't even watching the sparring all this time, yet Grimmjow felt a little miffed about it. He thought that Ichigo would be happy that his training was nearly done, but the constant travel between the city and the villa for the past few days seemed to have tuckered him out.
"Hhmph, stupid brat...." he sighed as he looked away. As if he doesn't really care about that.
"Ichigo...." Urahara mused, playfully prodded at the teen's cheek before Ichigo subconsciously swatted away the finger. "You can't sleep like that, you'll get sunburned on one side of your face," he smiled, poking him in the face again.
"Stop...." Ichigo frowned, finally opening his eyes to glare at him. "What do you want?"
"It's only a few hours away until you take your man home," he pointed out. "Tomorrow, the official fight starts just before midday. Grimmjow won't fight until after the first five battles, according to the lottery, but don't worry. I'm sure he'll do his best."
"Hmm, he seems not so happy about the doing his best part when I told that yesterday," sighed Ichigo. "He wants to win, that's what he told me."
"Don't blame him," smiled Urahara. "If he does win, though, the public might favor him, even if he is a Gaul. And if he wins again on the next fight, then that'd surprise me." Ichigo blinked before glancing down at Grimmjow, who sat under the shade of the high wall as he rested his eyes.
"You wouldn't be surprise on his first fight, even though you've never trained someone like him in a short amount of time?" he asked.
"A few days, a few weeks, it doesn't matter in the end," he shrugged lightly. "If he wins, he wins. Those losing on the first fight would surprise me, though...."
"Why?"
"Because it'd be the time and the money-- not to mention some of my men-- that get wasted in the end," he muttered, in a sudden serious tone. "It's better that you wish for your slave to win, or else he'll perish by the sword if you don't believe in him. You understand that, Ichigo?"
".... Yeah," Ichigo sighed tiredly with a nod. "Grimmjow cannot lose tomorrow, no matter what. I won't let him...."
(Blood and Sand)
On the small wooden table, a tray of food was presented in front of Grimmjow, who blinked at the sight. It was more than a simple meal of stew and bread, but an array of dishes that could rival a banquent. Yet he frowned suspiciously, since it was Nel who brought it to him, and the woman gave out an annoying huff. "I thought Ichigo told you that I didn't poison the damn food," she scoffed. "It'd be a waste to do that in the first place, anyway."
"I have no reason to trust you, woman, but since you didn't fuck up the food, I'll take your word for it.... for now," he frowned, before diving into a dish of cooked pork. "So what's the point of all this food? This is my reward for finishing up my training?"
"No.... this is usually the last supper before tomorrow's fight, should in case you die," Nel summed it up. Grimmjow paused in his eating to glare at her, but she simply raised her eyebrows. "It's the truth, why would I make that up?" she frowned. "Unless you don't want to eat the food anymore--"
"Shut up," he huffed as he resumed eating. "Like fuck I'm gonna die.... I'll win so you can shut that damn mouth of yours."
"You don't want to win for Ichigo?" she questioned.
"Tch, I don't care about that brat-- Ahh!" he grumbled but he hissed when he felt a sudden smack in the back of his head. "The fuck was that for....?" he growled at her.
"Ichigo's doing all of this for you, yet you're an ungrateful beast towards him," Nel frowned. "Why won't you accept him as your master? I don't give a damn about how you feel about being a slave. You're treated here far better than any other slaves anywhere else. If you had that kind of attitude in another domus, you would've been executed for your actions." Grimmjow glared at her but exhaled.
"So that's it.... your master spoils me, so I can do what he says," he scoffed. "I hate to admit it, but if he keeps on doing it, then I'll be spoiled enough that I won't do his bidding."
"If you thinks so...."
"No, it's fucking obvious," scoffed the Gaul. "Fine, I'll accept this so-called last meal. But once I win this fight, you better tell your master to find a way to tighten the fucking leash around my neck if he wants to control me." Nel sighed tiredly, the man was far too stubborn to reason. She turned to leave but pause to glance at him.
"Kuugo Ginjou's the one you accused of killing your friends that other night, right?" she asked quietly. Grimmjow nearly stiffened by her question, but stayed silence as he continued eating. "I'm not the one to talk about a person far superior to us, since I'm a slave, but Ginjou's a very cruel man behind closed doors from what I've heard," she muttered softly, almost afraid of speaking out loud about it. Grimmjow took a subtle look at her, and blinked in surprise at her expression.
"Not as cruel as what he did to me...." he muttered but Nel shook her head.
"No...." she whispered quietly. "They could be rumors, but nobody proved it.... that he often kills his slaves when he gets bored of them, or when they disobeys certain orders. Many times, he would buy slaves just to use them sexually. Just the thought of what those girls had been through before they were put to death."
".... They died for what? What did they do?" he frowned.
"Who knows? It could be anything," she muttered before glancing at him. "Listen.... it's understandable that you feel resentment at the man who took everything from you. But what is there to do about it? I was in the same fate myself, when my village and my family were destroyed by the Roman army. Yet I accepted the fact that the Romans who had taken my old life and the Romans who gave me a new one are not the same type of people. Never had been, and never will be. So you better get used to being a servant for the one who was willing to give you so much, even if you don't really deserve it to my eyes."
"Tch.... I will never forget that fucking bastard," frowned Grimmjow. "I won't accept this life just like that, because you made yourself weak for those who treats you like some property. You're not a fucking Gaul woman to my eyes, a true one would've fight against resistance."
"Wow.... You're such a stubborn fool, yet you're pretty much let yourself follow Ichigo's one true order. That you must become a gladiator and win as many battles as you can." Nel finally walked out of the room, and Grimmjow frowned deeply. That was true. The only reason that he chose to go with Ichigo's idea was so that he can get his revenge on Ginjou. But.... his own idea seemed fairly impossible to accomplish. He wondered if he could even get close to him, even if he were to become a gladiator.
Meanwhile....
Tsukishima laid besides his master Ginjou on the large bed, with his back turned to him. He breathed deeply to mask his pain, with deep bruises over his bare body as well as dried blood and semen between his thighs. But Ginjou barely quirked an eyebrow at the disturbing sight, as he drank a cup of wine. Earlier, he decided to take the slave without prepping him after having a few pitchers of the alcohol. The servant had been taken like this plenty of times before, learning not to yell out when his master tore into him dry.
Ginjou finished the last of his fourth pitcher and he huffed in annoyance as he sat back against the pillows. He didn't need to drink that much, especially when he had to go to the amphitheatre early tomorrow morning. He wanted to see that savage Gaul being torn apart like a rag doll, though he also wanted to get onto Ichigo's good side. He licked his lips deftly at the thought of the teen, when he had found him interesting on the first day that they met.
It was on one of the summer festivals when they were watching the chariot races. Ichigo had been thirteen then, but he was already having a body of a tantilizing young man, when Ginjou first saw him. An army general then, the older man had eyed at him with a subtle sense of lust, with his gaze unnoticed by anyone else. When Ichigo had finally noticed him, the young teen frowned, as the man was rubbing him the wrong way with how he was staring at him then. Ginjou knew that he knew, but he didn't care. Ever since, he had been trying to pursue the teen with every chance he got but to no prevail.
He glanced down at Tsukishima, who was quivering from the throbbing pain, and reached to caress behind the slave's ear. He smirked when he felt him flinch, he had taught him well to be afraid of him in order to please him. ".... Can you get up, Tsukishima?" he questioned, and the slave flinched again.
They both knew that he cannot move his body to avoid any further tears and pain, but Tsukishima nodded just the same, as he eventually forced himself to get out of the bed. "Is . . . . is there anything else you need, Master?" he muttered weakly.
"No, I'm going to sleep, I got a big day tomorrow," sighed Ginjou, scratching through his now disheveled hair. "Clean yourself up, Tsukishima, you're dismissed."
"Thank you, Master...." muttered the slave, taking his clothing before limping painfully out of the room. Ginjou laid on his back, not bothering to cover his naked body, as he draped his arm over his closed eyes. Why doesn't Ichigo want him? Through the connections from his senator uncle as well as him being a praetor and an army commander, many young women and men alike would love to spread their legs for him. He had assumed that Ichigo would fall for him just like the rest of them. But his constant resistance was a challenge to him. And a challenge he would love to pursue, in order to get the teen to submit to him.
He will have him, and will have him crying out in pleasure with the older man bending over his flawless and slim body. He smirked as he finally succumbed to sleep, he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
(Blood and Sand)
"HYAAA-AHHH....!" Ikkaku gave out a battle cry, his sharp spear sliced at the abdomen of a Thraex-type fighter as the thunderous roar of the cheering audience echoed in the oval-shaped arena. His opponent grunted in sheer pain, blood soaking the ground as it had for the first few battles. But it didn't faze Ikkaku for a minute, nor at the fact that he was bleeding from his head as well as his chest. "Heh-hehh, I'm not done yet....!" he cackled before charging at the Thraex. The other man didn't have a chance, as his weapon had been knocked aside just moments earlier and half of his shield already broken.
"Guh-Gahh....!" the opponent yelled out the moment the sharp weapon pierced into his chest and into his heart. He fell to his knees, his eyes caught with Ikkaku's triumphant ones, before he gasped out his last breath and collapsed to the ground. The audience roared again at the result, many of them stomping their feet on the benches.
Underground, Grimmjow could hear the deafening sound as he glanced up to see sprinkles of sand seeping through the wooden ceiling. He then looked around at many fighters suiting up for their upcoming battles. His armor was no different to some of theirs; his right arm and legs were covered though the arm was wrapped heavily with crude linen cloth and leather straps, and his left leg was more protected then his right in which it had a metal shin guard. He was given a curved rectangular shield and a gladius sword, before a public slave gave him a rather rusty-looking helmet.
"What am I supposed to do with this....?" he grumbled as he glared at it. The helmet was obviously old, but it had a broad rim to protect his eyes from the sun. Also, there was a ridge down the middle of the helmet that appeared like a spine fin of a fish. He frowned, he was expected to wear this?
"What's with the face? I thought you want to go and battle your ass off?" smirked Renji when he came across him. Both of their armors were similar to one another, but the red-head was carrying his helmet under his arm. It was different from his own, it was round with a metal mask with holes for seeing and breathing and flanges on the side to protect the neck.
"They gave me a shitty helmet," he frowned.
"Oh, of course, I told you that this is a first time in decades that a Murmillo's fighting," smirked Renji. "They must've dug pretty deep to get it for you. So.... are you afraid, Gaul?"
"Afraid? Why the fuck should I be afraid for?" scoffed Grimmjow.
"Good.... You cannot be afraid to fight, and you cannot be afraid to even die," he smirked, just as Ikkaku was hauled in on a crude stretcher. "Much like that idiot over there," he added. The bald fighter was laid on a stone bench, with Yumi already by his side. He grinned at the feminine man, despite that he was in need of medical attention.
"You're alive.... aren't you lucky?" smiled Yumi.
"Of course I'm fucking lucky, idiot," grinned Ikkaku, with blood filming over his teeth. "I'm really getting tired of you saying those bullshits. I should put that mouth of yours into some good use later on."
"Oh please, as if you would do anything about it...."
"Like I said, he's an idiot," sighed Renji before turning back to Grimmjow. "So.... you're gonna win for your master, huh?"
"Tch, can't I just win it for myself?" scoffed Grimmjow, and Renji smirked a little.
"Don't know why you're so defensive about it. Especially since he's been treating you well from what I heard. You should be glad that you're here as a fighter and not as prisoner sentenced to be executed."
"With the positions we're in, we might as well be executed," frowned the Gaul.
"Stupid Gaul, you just don't understand...." smirked Renji as he put on his helmet. "I'm very loyal to my master. Even if I wasn't a slave to him, I'd still stay by his side no matter what. I could say more, but I'm up next. I hope I live long enough to see your ass get beaten." The red-head walked away, leaving Grimmjow to frown. He didn't get it, was it really that better to be a slave for these people?
Meanwhile....
Among the crazed cheering audience, over a dozen noblemen and city officials were secured in a special elevated pulvinus. Ichigo, along with his father, were sitting in the front row to see the action. Next to him was a man dressed in the pure white toga like him, with long ebony hair and dark grey eyes watching the start of a new round. "Byakuya, your fighter's up now, right....?" the teen asked, staring at the Secutor who was up against a Retiarius.
"I've been told that your own was sparring with mine recently," muttered Byakuya. "You're making quite a name for yourself, Ichigo.... buying a Gaul and have him fighting as a Murmillo. That's a high gamble to pay." They watched the red-head dodging from his opponent's net throwing before going in for a strike. The rich patrons seemed to be immune from the roaring crowd the moment first blood was spilled. "How do you think he'll fare in his first fight?" he asked.
"Hopefully, he'll defeat his opponent quick and win," Ichigo nodded with a small smile. He glanced over his shoulder to notice a vacant seat next to Aizen, in the back row, and he frowned. He was told that Ginjou was invited to watch the gladiator games, but he was nowhere to be seen. He turned his attention back to the battle, where Renji slashed at the other fighter and it resulted with more blood. He wondered how Grimmjow will do once his turn comes, now that he was given real weapons. If the Gaul was truly savage in nature as everybody else had said, then Ichigo would like to see it for himself.
"Hmm, you've finally came.... thought you were still incoherent from your drinking last night," Aizen remarked coolly, and Ichigo glanced back to see Ginjou stumbling a little to his seat. "I thought we've talked about this before, Kuugo, that you shouldn't consume so much wine whenever you want. Especially when there are important events to attend." Ginjou, dressed in his usual army attire, just frowned as he slouched back and scratched through his hair.
"I know, Uncle...." he sighed. He caught eyes with Ichigo and smirked lightly, despite that the teen frowned at him. "Ah, Ichigo, has that savage beast fought yet?" he smirked.
"He's after this one," Ichigo frowned as he glared away.
"Heh, I can't wait to see him fall, I doubt that he could even survive the first three minutes," he chuckled a little. "There's no point of you having faith on a Gaul like him, Ichigo. I don't get why--"
"Praetor, I find it insulting for you to talk while everyone else is trying to enjoy the game," muttered Byakuya, and Ginjou frowned slightly.
"My apologies, Magistrate," he muttered, internally feeling miffed for being looked down on. Within the next few minutes, the fight ended with Renji having his helmet knocked off and his cheek nicked by the trident striking at him, before he countered with a fatal stab to the abdomen. The crowd cheered when the red-head was left standing, raising his bloodied sword as he looked up to stare at his master with a triumphant smile.
"He had done well," Byakuya nodded lightly, clasping his hands together. But Ichigo swallowed as he waited in anticipation. He inhaled deeply, his mind wrapped up of what was to come.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow forced himself to wear the rusty helmet, as he was led to a large iron gate. It was time, it was his turn to fight. The loud noise of the audience seemed to intensify as he stared through the gate. The arena was wide, enough to run in defense but that wouldn't be his strategy. He just wanted to fight head on. The Gaul stepped back when the gate opened, and Renji stepped in and he smirked.
"Any last words, Gaul....?" he smirked.
"Yeah. Fuck off," Grimmjow growled. Renji laughed, walking up to him.
"I'll see you later.... my master's pleased at my success, and tonight I'll get my own special reward," he smirked as he walked past Grimmjow, who just frowned. He didn't need to hear that form of undertone.
"People of Rome....! The gods had decided to jest us with this next round....!" the announcer's voice echoed in the arena once the audience quieted down. "One of the fighter is nothing but a fucking lesser quality, and from a far lesser yet barbaric land known as Gaul....!" Grimmjow heard jeers and laughter when that was mentioned, and he growled under his breath. "I'll give you the Gaul, who will might die before he can even pick his fucking sword.... Bestia Murmillo!"
"Bestia....?" Grimmjow frowned before he was pushed forward. Guess that was his fighter name, as he stalked out into the glaring sun. The audience booed at the sight of him, but he didn't really care. He glanced up and noticed the bright orange color of his master's hair out of the corner of his eye. But he stiffened when he also noticed him adjacently behind Ichigo. He could see Ginjou smirking down at him from far away, as he narrowed his eyes and snarled.
He didn't pay attention of the other announcement, until he heard the thunderous cheering of the crowd. He looked ahead to see the other gate opening, and his opponent stomped out into the blood-splattered sand. Renji was right about him facing a Hoplomachus, though this one were more burly than his sparring partners. He was nearly a giant compared to the Gaul, once he stalked up to him.
"Heh.... a tiny little fuck, aren't you?" sneered the opponent, and Grimmjow snarled at that. He glanced at the balcony once again, seeing that Ichigo was smiling in anticipation while Ginjou grinned for his defeat and possible death, and he scoffed. Like hell he would be either.
He will win.
"Gladiators.... begin!"
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Once again . . . . is it just me, or whenever I start a new story with many ideas coursing inside my head, I often forget to finish up the last few chapters of my other stories? I don't get myself sometimes.
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