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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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Huzzah! I finally gotten my DVD of the first season of 'Spartacus'! Yays, now I can watch it whenever I want!
Anyway, with so many resources based off books and internet as well as my favorite show, I've been given materials that clashed with one another and I'm not really sure which is exactly accurate. In short, I am about 70 to 80 percent historically accurate with the ancient Roman culture in my story, but that's better than nothing.
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 5- Blood Rains From Angry Sky
Grimmjow could only see it in slow motion, so slow that the time seemed to have frozen. But time resumed, only to quicken as he barely dodged the thrust of the spear. He jumped back when another swing came at him, and he stumbled to the ground to avoid one more attack. The crowd cheered for the opponent, while Ichigo watched intently. He didn't want to openly admit it, but he had a feeling that a few days of training wasn't enough for Grimmjow. Barely a minute into the fight, and already the Gaul was eating sand. Grimmjow got to his knees, crouching as he glared up at his opponent with his cyan eyes narrowed.
Despite his size, the Hoplomachus was swifter than Ikkaku on the offense. He growled as time slowed again, and he jumped back the moment the spear came at him. "Fuck....!" he snarled, he wanted to strike back but with the long weapon going at him so fast that it appeared impossible. He eyed at him, looking for any opening no matter how slim, as he decided to stalk slowly around him.
"Tch.... like a cockroach scattering away from a fucking foot," Ginjou scoffed in amusement at the scene. "That Gaul's not holding up to your expectation, Ichigo. Why did you waste so much effort on him?"
"Shut up, Ginjou, he's doing his best...." muttered Ichigo, just watching ahead.
"Really? Because all I see is his tail between his legs as he tries not to be put down," he chuckled.
"Kuugo...." frowned Aizen, and his nephew quickly silenced himself with a slight frown. "I have no doubt that the Gaul might lose, but there's a chance that he might win. All it matters is whether or not Ichigo had done it right for his fighter." Ichigo just frowned, that was true in a sense. Grimmjow was an improvement in a few days' time, even against the seasoned gladiators in the ludus. But compared to those who had shed blood like it was water, he would be considered weak and inexperienced. He sucked in his breath when the Hoplomachus' spear finally struck at Grimmjow, but luckily the Gaul blocked it with his shield. But barely, as he was pushed back from the attack.
"Guhh....!" he gritted before he moved just in time to dodge the next strike. He eyed him again, and growled just as the spear thrusted at him again and he blocked it again, though the blade was stabbing through the wood.
".... Come on, Grimmjow," mumbled Ichigo, seeing that the Gaul was getting cornered. "Fight back, just fight back.... you can do it...."
"Like I said, you've wasted your time on the Gaul," Ginjou scoffed. "Quit putting your hopes into him."
"Being a master to a gladiator, he has every right to put such hope," remarked Byakuya before glancing to Ichigo. "You're not naive in your choice, Ichigo, for there were times when the underestimated ones had triumphed. Let's just hope that your Gaul is one of those champions."
"Yeah," nodded Ichigo. The crowd cheered though some were booing at the fight, as first blood had not yet spilled due to Grimmjow's constant defense. The blunet was getting agitated as well, he wanted to get around the enemy as quickly as possible. He quickly stalked around him, his predatory glare zeroed in on the spear. The only threat of the weapon was the steel blade, the rest was nothing but wood. If he could splinter it, then the Hoplomachus would be defenseless for a moment. But before he could place his plans into action, he stepped back too late when he suddenly felt his left shoulder slashed from the weapon.
"Shit....!" he hissed, feeling the searing pain that ripped the skin apart. The first blood had finally spilled and the spectators boomed with cheering. He staggered back, growling in anger and annoyance. "You fucker....!" he snarled. He would not scamper around like a frightened mouse, as he quickly decided to charge ahead.
"Ah! Grimmjow....!" Ichigo gasped at the Gaul's impulsive actions, while Ginjou sneered. But Grimmjow reacted quickly as he parried against the spear before striking at his face with the shield. The Hoplomachus grunted from the attack but he stood his ground as he swung at him, and Grimmjow again blocked it with his sword. His plan was right, the wood was splintering but it didn't went completely through.
The enemy jumped back, now swinging his spear at a wider range to aim at the Gaul. Grimmjow gritted and attempted to dodge and block his attacks, but with the way the Hoplomachus changing his formation, it was difficult with the strikes being harder now. "Goodness.... Grimmjow keeps getting pushed back, while the other fighter's gaining the advantage," Ichigo frowned. "Come on, you can do it better than this." He saw the bigger man slashed at one of the Gaul's legs, and he sucked in his teeth in agitation. Grimmjow was training hard, he wanted to fight and wanted to win, then why was he letting himself to falter like this? Why did he make himself as a cowering fighter?
"I pity you, Ichigo...." Ginjou sighed, reaching forward to pat at the teen's shoulder. "Should your Gaul fall choking on his own blood.... I don't mind consoling you on your loss in any way possible. You understand that?"
"Stop it," Ichigo scoffed, shrugging his touch away, but Ginjou smirked the same.
"No need to feel agitated about it, Ichigo," he smirked lightly. "I could care less about the barbarian getting killed, but I want you to know that you could alway get another slave to fight for you."
"Kuugo...." frowned Aizen.
"I'm just telling the truth, Uncle," he scoffed. "If anything, Ichigo should give up on the Gaul now, since he's losing to a seasoned gladiator. He has no chance against him--"
"Just shut it, Ginjou....!" scoffed Ichigo. "I don't care about your reasoning, I want Grimmjow to win and that's it....!"
"Just calm down, Ichigo," his father sighed, patting on his head.
"No, I just don't like it when he talks to me like that, Father!" he huffed in agitation. "I don't care if Grimmjow wins or lose, I just don't want him to die on the first fight . . . .! This is the first time I've participated in something like this, and I do not want be discouraged by voices like his! I apologize for my outbursts, Aizen, but your nephew's remarks are no better today than any other time of day.... it doesn't help me with this situation now."
"I understand, Ichigo," nodded Aizen, before giving a brief glare at his nephew. "A real man would know how to give respect to one another, even if they were to spill blood from each other in the arena as your slave here. I give my apologies, also.... whenever Kuugo steps out of line. He needs to know his place once in a while." At that, Ginjou stiffened by his uncle's authorative tone and growled under his breath. He was getting tired of being looked down upon, but swallowed his pride as he glared away.
"Fine, I won't say much about your savage Gaul...." he scoffed.
All the while, Grimmjow blocked a swing with the shield, only to felt a sharp ringing pain within his head when the Hoplomachus hit him in the side of his head with his own shield. The rusty helmet only made it worse, as he stumbled back before the spear struck him in the head. "Aghh....!" he yelled out, tumbling to the dusty ground. In the process, the helmet fell off when he fell on his back, as hot air burned in his lungs from panting so harshly.
At first, he only saw the blinding glare of the sun, until the burly opponent eclipsed over him with a sneer on his face. "Any last words.... you fucking Gaul?" he sneered, with his spear raised. Grimmjow, with his hand still gripping his weapon, glared at him before his gaze shifted to the pulvinus where the rich Romans were watching for his fall. But Ichigo stared in disbelief and concern, as if the teen doesn't want him to die, but Ginjou.... he glared down at him with so much contempt as he sneered.
He suddenly snarled, there was no way that he could die and let that murderous man go free with his life.
The gods slowed the test of time once again, when the spear came down on him, before his instincts took over his body as he quickly rolled away. The crowd roared with boos and cheers when he took to his feet, his shield forgotten, as he decidedly charged forward at the opponent. The Hoplomachus was barely startled from the sudden action, that was until the Gaul swung his blade at the wood. Grimmjow grinned with bared teeth when the spear finally shattered, emitting many surprised gasps from the audience as well as from Ichigo. The teen's eyes widened with profound shock, while Ginjou felt his breath huff out of him as he glared at the turn of event.
The Hoplomachus quickly stepped back and tossed the broken weapon away, before pulling out a small dagger out of the small shield. Grimmjow eyed at that, he remembered seeing that when sparring with Ikkaku, but smirked as he circled around him again. The other fighter was fast with the spear because of the distance, but with only a small dagger, his burly figure could only be slow up close.
And he was right, when the Hoplomachus tried reaching forward to slash at him. It was pointless as Grimmjow swiftly stepped aside. He then got his footing just in time dodge another attack, before swinging his sword at his back. The crowd seemed to instantly changed their favor now that the Gaul had the upper hand and cheered. Ichigo grinned and laughed lightly at the scene, his fingers clenching tightly together in a sense of excitement.
"He's doing it....! He got it now....!" he smiled. But Ginjou gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. The Gaul wasn't like this when he had taken him down, as said Gaul went for the next attack. This time it was at his leg, and the Hoplomachus gritted in pain when the blade sliced through the flesh deeply and fresh blood spewed out.
"Yes....!" Grimmjow grinned, now that his opponent was now staggering. He quickly stalked around him, with his two hands gripping around the hilt tightly. He knew with the now injured leg, his movements were severely limited. "You're mine, fucker....!" he snarled as he jumped forward, hacking at his arm with one deep swing. The man's scream was drowned out by the roaring crowd, when his limb was completely severed from the sharp blade, gushing blood everywhere. From the distance, Ginjou inhaled at the bloody sight and his fist clenched. He couldn't believe that the Gaul can easily do such a thing like that. If he had the talent then, when he had confronted him in the forest....
"Yes, defeat him, Grimmjow....!" cheered Ichigo. "You can do it, fight him!"
"Tch.... that fucking Gaul," Ginjou gritted under his breath. "There's just no way he had accomplished this shit...."
The Hoplomachus yelled again when he was slashed across the abdomen before falling to his knees, as Grimmjow paced around him. He growled in delight, his narrowed cyan eyes glared at him like a monstrous predator as the frenzied audience began to chant. "Kill....! Kill....! Kill....! Kill....! Kill....!" Grimmjow grinned at the fallen man, before glaring up at the balcony. But not at his master, but at the man who had cursed him. Ginjou frowned when he was targeted by the barbarian's glare, he could sense the vengeful aura coming from him and he glared back.
Grimmjow sneered before turning back, with his sword raised. "This.... this is how I'll rip your head from your fucking body....!" he growled before swinging the blade against the man's neck. The crowd roared thunderously, the moment they saw the head tumbled across the ground as the body twitched before collapsing in the sand. Copious amount of blood puddled into the ground, as Grimmjow paced for the decapitated head and picked it up by the hair.
"Yes....! Yes!" he grinned, holding up the dead body part as if it was a trophy. He then glared up at Ginjou once again, and internally relished at the startled look on the army leader's expression. It was only the matter of time that he reached to him and to exact his revenge.
"Yeah....! Bestia....! Bestia....! Bestia....!" cheered the audience. Ginjou frowned, a minute amount of fear flickered in his heart but quickly diminished it as he stood up.
"I've seen enough, I'm not feeling well from the wine," he huffed.
"The game's not over until the early evening, Kuugo," frowned Aizen but his nephew shook his head.
"Too much noise is rattling my head, I need to go home and rest," he muttered. "I'll speak to you later, Uncle." He took a quick glance at Ichigo, who clapped his hands happily from the Gaul's winning. "Tch...." he huffed before finally leaving. In the back of his mind, he wished that he had slaughtered him along with those barbarian bastards.
(Blood and Sand)
"Hah! The Gaul fucking lives....!" Renji laughed in disbelief the moment Grimmjow was led back into the underground barracks. He was covered with small bruises and some cuts, but he fared rather well than most of the other fighters. Since most were dead. "Come on, Gaul, your first win! Aren't you happy?" the red-head smirked, patting him on the back.
"I won when I killed that fucker, that's all there to it," Grimmjow breathed heavily.
"Well, you don't always have to kill them--"
"But it was easier to win, at least to me," he huffed. "You killed earlier, that's how you won."
"Sure, but most of the time I simply defeated them. But you fared well, Gaul.... it's only until your second win do you really accomplish," Renji said, leading him to sit on the stone bench. "After that, you'll be favored by other than just your master.... or else your own head would be the one that flies off."
"Heh, beheading our enemies is my people's tradition, I just couldn't help it," he grinned a little.
"You crazy fuck! And they said that I'm bloodthirsty," cackled Ikkaku nearby, though Yumi was attending his wounds. Grimmjow chuckled as well, staring at the sword in his hand that was painted in blood. Soon, it would be that man's blood that will stain the blade.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo couldn't help grinning in appreciation the entire evening, when he returned home. However, Grimmjow frowned lightly as he followed after him. The blue-haired Gaul had nearly forgotten that he had to return to the villa, when he had to stay in the ludus for a quick training. He noticed the teen's happiness on the ride home, but still frowned just the same since he had yet accepted him as his master. "I am very happy for you, Grimmjow.... you have truly proven yourself in the arena today," smiled Ichigo when he turned to him. "In a couple of days, you'll return to the ludus but this time you're returning back here in the evenings. Since the next fight's a little over two weeks away."
"That long?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Not every day can they have a gladiator game," smiled Ichigo. "Too many men would've die out, and everybody would suffer from it."
"Tch...." he huffed. "And why do I have to wait to return to the ludus?"
"Because.... you need to tend to your wounds and rest, Grimmjow," the teen pointed out, glancing at the bandages on his thighs and left shoulder. "Return to your room, I'll tell Nel to send you your meal."
"As long as that woman doesn't poison the food," he grumbled, walking to the hallways, but Ichigo frowned lightly when he heard it.
"I keep telling you that Nel doesn't poison your food," he frowned. Grimmjow just shrugged off his words, making his way to the slaves' quarters. He noticed Nel from across the garden on the way, but she didn't seem to notice him since she was picking herbs and vegetables. But she paused when she heard his footsteps and glanced up, and both Gauls frowned at each other.
".... The beast lives," she commented, returning to her herb picking.
"Of course, I beheaded my opponent and I won," Grimmjow frowned.
"Just like any beast would have done," she muttered. The Gaul just scoffed and glared at her, crossing his arms against his chest.
".... Why do you dislike me?" he scoffed.
"I could ask you the same thing," shrugged Nel. "I am a Gaul, like you, yet you insult me and question my blood as a Gaul woman. I guess the only reason that you questioned me was because of me being taken as a young child, and you being taken as a grown warrior. My loyalty to my masters is held close to me, as they are family to me."
"They're family to you, but you're still their slave," Grimmjow scoffed lightly.
"If you believe so.... but when Ichigo's mother died, I promised to look after him as she had," she sighed. "I practically raised that boy myself, and I'm doing the same with the twins. I'm like an older sister to them.... that's why I prefer being a slave, at least for this kind family." She stood up, with the small basket of ingredients in her hand, before turning to him. "I don't get your stubborness, maybe it had to do with your Gaulish nature."
"The same with you, but only with the fact of you being a slave," he frowned. "Anyway, your master wants you. Something about you giving me food for my victory."
"Next time, you should get food yourself instead of asking for me," sighed Nel, before walking away. "Fine, I'll get your poisoned food, if that's what you want."
"Tch...." Grimmjow sighed, as he went to the stairs leading to the quarters. When he made it to his room, he sat down on the bed and huffed as he glanced at his bandages. They were minor compared to the large disfigurement hidden by his tunic, as he scratched through his hair. "Shit.... how long will I have to keep doing this, after just one win?" he mumbled to himself. He laid on his back and stared at the moonlight through the window for a while.
He remembered a full moon being bright as this one here, when he was young. When his father was still alive, he would take him to the forest at night under this lunar phase. Then, he was told that the best hunters would often prey best in this condition. And the young child version of himself was proven, when his father beheaded a deer ensnarled by his trap. But now.... the memory had gradually faded, along with his old life back in his country. There was no point of dwelling on it, since he was now a slave to the teen as well as to the people who cheered for blood. Hell, his real name didn't matter to them when he went into the arena. There, he was only known as Bestia when he won.
His musings was momentarily interrupted when Nel came in with the dinner. They caught eyes for a second before she turned to leave. "Woman, wait a moment...." he muttered, and she glanced back. "Is 'Nel' truly your real name?" he asked. "I've heard of slaves being given new names after being bought. Are you the same as them?"
"No.... it's actually short for Neliel," she nodded. "It stuck with me when Ichigo was very young, when he couldn't properly pronounce it. Everybody else had been calling me that ever since, so I don't really mind. Would you prefer to call me Neliel, if that's what your thinking?"
"I prefer 'woman' towards you, since I don't wish to associate with you," he frowned as he got off the bed.
"But you prefer to associate with other beasts, from what Ichigo had told me," she huffed, leaving the room. Grimmjow just scoffed as he went to the small table, typical stew and bread for the night. That much was right, though the fighters in the ludus were initially messing with him he was praised a little for his first winning before leaving. Guess he had to win a few more games before he was fully respected.
(Blood and Sand)
Ginjou went still as he climaxed into the young slave he had just required as a virgin. Already after a few days, she was mute to his treatment, considering that her innocence was stripped away as well as her voice. "Shit.... a silent whore's a good whore, right?" he sneered as he grabbed her by the root of her hair to look at her face. Her expression seemingly blank with her eyes lost of life. "Tch, leave me, unless you want another humiliation," he ordered. The slave girl numbly nodded before getting off the bed, picking up her clothes as she left. Silence filled the bedroom for a moment, before Ginjou let out a deep huff.
It was a couple of days since he had witnessed the savage Gaul's bloody success, and he was disgruntled over it. He wanted him to be defeated and better yet dead, but the feral and wild look from the barbarian in the arena had made him both fearful and angry that he felt primal fear from the barbarian. "Shit...." he huffed as he got off the bed and moved across the room, which was lit up by the morning's sun. "That fucking Gaul, I should've killed him when I had the chance," he scoffed, walking up to a table to pour a cup of wine.
Taking a long gulp, he thought about how Ichigo reacted when his slave won. Despite of his dismay, he mentally relished at the sight of the teen being happy and joyful. How he wished that Ichigo could smile at the army commander who can give him absolute pleasure. "M-Master...." Ginjou turned to see Tsukishima cautiously stepping into the room. His favorite slave had nearly healed from his roughness, but was still sore as he winced slightly from the movement. "Are you leaving for the day, Master....?" he asked meekly.
"Why? Am I being summoned by the Senate today?" questioned Ginjou.
"Yes, I was just told by a messenger moments ago, Master," he nodded. "The Senate requested of your reports during your dispatchment in Gaul, they said that you failed to do so when you returned a week ago."
"Tch.... bunch of old goats, always be on my ass over every little thing," he scoffed as he drank.
"They said it was important--"
"I know it's fucking important, I just forgot about it," he huffed. "Is there anything else they've mentioned?"
"Yes, Master.... they wished for you to attend in the next gladiator games, to judge criminals of whether or not they should be executed to start it off."
"Executed, that's my only answer," muttered Ginjou, pouring another cup. Tsukishima glanced at him but fidgeted as he held back his tongue, and his master noticed it. ".... Something on your mind, Tsukishima?" he questioned, and the slave flinched slightly from his commanding tone. "Speak now."
"Well.... your uncle requested of you to limit your drinking into a minimum, after your abrupt and disrespectful departure from the last game--" Tsukishima didn't finish his statement, when Ginjou suddenly backhanded him. The slave, learning how to hold in his voice during punishments, inhaled sharply at the stinging pain in his cheek as he hung his head.
"He may be my only relative, but I could fucking care less about his opinions," Ginjou frowned angrily. "Do you follow his orders, Tsukishima, or mine?"
".... Yours, Master," muttered Tsukishima.
"That's a good answer, Tsukishima," he then smirked, reaching up to caress at his now bruised cheek. "Tell me.... do you like it when I punished you, Tsukishima?"
"I only do anything I can to please you, Master," he answered.
"I know you do, that's why you're always my favorite," he smirked as he leaned close to his face. "You remember the first time.... that I've taken you? When you're a ripe young slave a few years ago?" he asked softly and Tsukishima nodded.
"Yes, Master...."
"Did I feel so fucking good inside you, as I rammed you like there's no tomorrow?" he murmured, before nibbling at his bottom lip for a kiss.
"Mmmh, yes, Master...." his slave gasped between the kisses. "You felt good inside me. I've truly enjoyed it." He shivered when Ginjou reached behind his back to grasp at his behind but held back a moan when he felt a growing arousal against his thigh.
"I won't take you now, since you're still sore," smirked Ginjou, kissing him again. "But I'm hard anyway, so you know what to do."
"Yes, Master," Tsukishima nodded as he slid down to his knees. The army commander groaned the moment he felt the slave's mouth around his erection, and smiled as he drank. He doesn't care if he drank too much before leaving, since he could care less about the old senators' opinions.
(Blood and Sand)
He had just won in his first fight.... and yet he was forced to scrub the tiled floor clean. Grimmjow just growled under his breath, his shoulders and arms sore from moving the bristle back and forth since early morning. It was now past noon, but he had already done half the villa. "Fuck, this is ridiculous....!" he huffed in annoyance as he sat back on his heels. "I thought I was supposed to be some kind of a gladiator, why do I do some chore?"
"Don't get why you're complaining," Nel frowned when she walked by, and Grimmjow bristled since she stepped onto the area where he had just cleaned. What was the point of doing this if everybody else was going to walk over it? "Please for the life of me, don't tell me that you have never done housework before."
"Of course not, I provided fresh kill during my hunts like most other men while the women do the other shit," he scoffed, rolling his left shoulder where the thin scar from the fight was fresh and aching. "Why don't you do it, since you're so used to it."
"No, it was your chosen chore so it's what you must do," she frowned. "Don't worry about it, Ichigo'll take you back to the ludus tomorrow morning. You'll get to fight like all the other savage men."
"Tch...." Grimmjow scoffed but tried to resume cleaning, but it was hard as his arms and shoulders ached. But he paused when he saw a shadow looming over him. He glanced up, and saw the teen's father who smiled in greeting. He hadn't been closely introduced to him since being here and he froze in subtle apprehension, since the man was the true master of the house. Even if he was Ichigo's own slave, he was told that he had to follow orders from him regardless.
"Good morning, sir," smiled Nel.
"Ah, morning, Nel," Isshin smiled. "Is there anything that needs to be done for the day....?" As the conversation rolled on, Grimmjow just sat there as he tuned it out. He wondered about tomorrow, whether if his training would slow down since the next game was in about two weeks. But he also wondered if he will see Ginjou there; he had personally enjoyed the look of the man's face as he beheaded his opponent with a clean swipe. The army commander had appeared frightened for a brief moment, before abruptly leaving, and Grimmjow relished at the success of his win.
".... Grimmjow?" Nel snapped him out of his thoughts, and Grimmjow glanced up at her and Isshin. "Grimmjow, our master said that you don't really have to clean the whole villa," she said. "He said that Chad can do the other half. You can stop now."
"Oh, finally...." he sighed as he stood up.
"Instead, you're going to city to bring back ordered items here," she smiled, and he groaned.
"I hate you for this," he growled.
"Oh, if there's any consolation, Nel and Ichigo are going with you! Is that all right with you?" chuckled Isshin. Grimmjow just scoffed as he crossed his arms, but surprisingly he wasn't reprimanded for his disrespectful reply. "Doesn't matter, I'll be gone for the day, so Ichigo's in charge. Nel, be careful out there."
"I always will be, sir," nodded Nel before the man left. As soon as he was out of sight, she suddenly smacked the Gaul in the arm.
"Ah! Why're you hitting me, woman?" he frowned.
"You must answer the master of the house with 'yes, sir' or 'yes, master', not grunting around like a primitive animal," she frowned back. "Rest up, we're leaving in a few moments. I cannot have you passing out on a simple errand."
"Tch, whatever...."
Later....
"I thought it was gonna be a simple errand....!" scowled Grimmjow, hauling heavy rolls of linen fabric over his shoulder. It would have been easy for him, but it was the middle of summer. Days of clear skies and the sun's glares threatened a possible drought coming soon, as the Gaul hastily wiped the sweat off his forehead. But that was a part of the reason. Other than Ichigo and Nel that he had to accompany, but also the teen's little sisters decided to come along.
It was annoying that they were there, holding hands with the woman, and he wished that they would stay back at the villa. Nel, who cloaked her sea-green hair with light-colored shawl, glanced back at him and shrugged with a light frown.
"It is a simple errand, just that the twins wanted to see new shipments of jewelry," she replied. "It won't be long, so bear with it."
"Nel, don't you want a new bracelet or something?" asked Yuzu as they walked through the busy streets but Nel just smiled and shook her head.
"Sorry, sweetie, I don't wish for such things like that," she said.
"Come on, you always say that," muttered Karin. "Father said that we could buy some for you."
"But many jewelry are too extravagant for someone like me," Nel sighed modestly.
"Geez, it's like this every time," sighed Ichigo before glancing over at Grimmjow, who just frowned. ".... You know, whenever gladiators win, they're often rewarded with a few coins," he attempted a conversation. "If they get popular along the way, their prize money increased and able to buy whatever they want."
"Hhmph, and how would I get popular?" frowned Grimmjow.
"By winning.... and not die," Ichigo shrugged but the Gaul scoffed.
"I won my first battle, right, so where's my money?" he questioned.
"Oh, well, it's only a few bronze coins," Ichigo muttered. "Just only enough to buy your own bread." He was glared at by Grimmjow, who scoffed in disbelief. "Well, you have to make a name for yourself by winning more fights. Until then, you'll get to continue training back at Urahara's ludus."
"Yet I'm stuck here hauling shit around like some mule," he frowned, but blinked when he saw the teen laughing quietly. Seeing him so relaxed up close was unusual, and Grimmjow frowned once again. He was still stubborn to let his guard down in front of him.
"Ah, look at these pretty emeralds....!" the brown-haired twin exclaimed as she tugged Nel towards one stand filled with various types of jewelry. "Won't it look great on you, Nel?"
"It might, but I can never wear something like that," Nel smiled softly. "Maybe something more subtle for me...."
"Tch, how a woman that scary would be that nice to kids?" Grimmjow grumbled as he watched the scene.
"Ah, that's Nel for you.... she can be scary if needed to be but she's really a good person," smiled Ichigo. "You need to open up to her one of these days, Grimmjow."
"If one of those days rains horse shit...." he frowned, and Ichigo frowned back.
"One would think that you'd change your attitude," he muttered. "Even as a slave, you need to show more modesty if you want to continue as a gladiator." Grimmjow huffed and glared away. He was getting tired of being reminded for something like that, but there was nothing he can do about it.
"Ah, young man, are you interested in purchasing some fine necklaces for you love in your life?" a nearby salesman called out, and Ichigo flinched in surprise at that.
"Sorry, I've no girl to buy for....!" he quickly answered.
"Oh, then I hope you don't mind browsing some for yourself," the salesman added. "I have all assortment of rings and earrings for your fancy...."
"No, really, I don't think I'll need...." muttered Ichigo but glanced over at Grimmjow, who fidgeted in discomfort due to the heavy bundle, and sighed. "As a matter of fact.... I'll buy a pair of those studs," he replied, pointing to the small rectangular silverish earrings. "I know what to do with those...."
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow winced when he touched at the edge of his left ear, which was still red from the piercing yesterday. This was his reward from his master aside from the few bronze coins? Ichigo said that the small pieces of jewelry costed more than Grimmjow could literally afford in his status. It was the only thing he could accept, seeing that it looked easy to require. After all, back in his old country, many men had their ears pierced. But he had never knew that it would be difficult, not to mention painful to endure on just one ear pierced with two studs.
".... The swelling should have died down from last night, you sure that you used the medicine on your ear?" Ichigo frowned in concern.
"I did, but it still fucking hurts," scoffed Grimmjow, making their way to the edge of the city. "I think that woman gave me the wrong herbs, so I can suffer...."
"Nel wasn't the one who picked it, Orihime's the only one who knows which herbs work," he sighed.
"That girl? She doesn't look like she would know anything," he frowned.
"She knows enough, Grimmjow, much like you should know more about fighting," replied Ichigo, as they finally reached the gate of the ludus. Sure enough, he was greeted by Urahara, who led them inside.
"My goodness, seems that the sun gets closer and closer by the day!" smiled Urahara as he fanned himself. "I wondered if the rain will ever come here, it's been over a month now."
"You're too happy over something like that, the threat of drought is very serious," Ichigo sighed.
"It's not that, I'm happy that your man survived on his first fight and won, Ichigo," he said, as they stepped out to the training ground. "Now that's settled, he doesn't need to stay here before the next game since it's only two weeks away. However, because of that, he'll have to train harder to compensate."
"That's understandable...." the teen sighed, before turning to Grimmjow. "Grimmjow, you're okay with that?"
"Anything to win," huffed Grimmjow.
"That's the spirit....!" beamed the lanista as he went back inside. Ichigo just sighed but glanced at the Gaul who fidgeted with his sore ear.
"I'll be on the balcony to watch, Grimmjow," he nodded.
"You always do," frowned Grimmjow, but the teen smile nonetheless before going inside. He huffed before turning to the sparring men, some of whom stopped to notice him.
"Ah, look who it is....!" smirked Renji, walking up to him. "Nice of you to come back, Gaul, and with markings from your master."
"Markings?" he frowned, only to hiss when the red-head flicked at his left ear.
"Hah, for a slave who tried to defy his master, you sure accept his offerings with such ignorance," he chuckled. "Even a blind old goat would've noticed it."
"What? I thought it was just a simple reward to compensate my shitty money," scoffed Grimmjow.
"With silver-like earrings, I doubt that it's simple," smirked Renji, shaking his head. "I don't get you, Gaul.... it's better to live like this, especially as a gladiator," he said, leading him to the underground chambers. "I know of your master, Ichigo, as he is an aquaintance of my own master's younger sister. He's not a bad guy. A little naive and kinda stubborn, but he's very good and cares for his servants as close friends, unlike most masters."
"I can see that," he huffed, and Renji frowned a little.
"Then why are you being defensive against him, Gaul?" he questioned. "If it was anyone else, they'd have cut out your tongue just for talking back. And trust me, that doesn't look good." Grimmjow scoffed, as they went into the changing room.
"So I should be on my hands and knees serving for the brat who treated me with meat and apples everyday?" he scoffed, removing his tunic to wear the loincloth.
"It wouldn't hurt," Renji joked. "But seriously, it wouldn't hurt to be in his service, Gaul. Would you rather be in the mines, where your life is reduced to less than nothing? That you would wish for the gods to mercy you and take your life?" Grimmjow glanced at him and frowned lightly. "Don't look at me that way," he sighed. "In most cases, even low-class Romans sell themselves in slavery in order to get food and housing. It's not every time that foriegners are brought here. But even that was just as terrible if they have a terrible master."
"Even the Romans turned on their own people for their own amusement," Grimmjow muttered, as they went back outside. "And they called me a barbarian, of all things."
"Guess barbarians have class, huh?" laughed Renji, and the Gaul couldn't help chuckling a little.
"You two! Quit fucking around and get to work!" Kenpachi barked from across the training ground. Renji laughed as he took up his weapons and Grimmjow did the same. When the blunet glanced up, he saw Ichigo on the balcony and the teen was smiling. Despite being condemned a slave, he wondered why he should relent to serving the teen. Perhaps Renji was right, in a way he was already accepting his will without he himself knowing.
First, he agreed into being a gladiator, in hoping of getting closer to take revenge on Ginjou. But as he was learning to fight, he was unknowingly being groomed with food and bed as if he was a pet dog. And now he was 'marked', by the studs that were making his ear burn and ache. He wasn't sure what he could feel about it.
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So . . . . Bleach anime's done, the manga's on the final arc though it might take a couple of years to finish. And I've yet to see Grimmjow! I hope that he's just as smexy as before!
Speaking of the anime, the epilogue was quite interesting, not to mention a little funny. Let's see . . . . Byakuya was looking at his dead wife's picture; Izuru was ranting in his drunken state that he doesn't like Rose as a captain; Toushirou was chatting with Momo, who seemed too 'sane' to be okay of having Shinji as a captain; Shinji was still getting his ass handed to him by Hiyori; there was a two-second yaoi moment involving Shuuhei and Kensei; Kyouraku was still a drunkard; Soi Fon got some kinda animosity towards Shinji and Urahara (don't really get why with Shinji, but I understand with Urahara cuz he's with Yoruichi); Mayuri was still doing creepy stuff; Kenpachi was running around for some reason; Unohana was fixing Ikkaku's shoulder . . . . and I think that's it. Oh, and Ukitake was still sick and his subordinates kept fighting for his attention.
As for Ichigo, when he returned to the living world, he was greeted not only by his friends but also his family and his classmates. It was interesting that he was simply accepted by them as a Soul Reaper, as if it was going to be a part of his life from now on. Still, I don't think that the anime series will end just like that. Just look at 'Naruto' . . . . I think the old one ended just so the manga creator will make the manga ahead for a while, then 'Naruto Shippuden' became a new series. I hope that the anime didn't truly end for good. Like I've said, I wanna see Grimmjow back in action!
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