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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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Oh yeah, I don't think I made it clear about 'markings' on the slaves, as BlackStorm had pointed out over on DeviantArt. What I meant was that the markings resemble the property of the master. In Ichigo's servants' case, it's their silver-like earrings. In Ancient time, slaves are marked with a collar, a specific tattoo, or skin etching on their body parts. Sorry to confuse you guys!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 7- Bloodthirsty Beasts
"I can't believe it, you promised to find his friend, Ichigo....?" Nel questioned in disbelief. A few days since Ichigo suddenly said to Grimmjow that he would try to find his friend who might have survived the slaughter, the teen was a bit nervous about how to break it to his father. It shouldn't be difficult when it involved purchasing a slave, but it was personal for Grimmjow. "Have you explain it to your father yet?"
"No, but this is difficult," sighed Ichigo, as they were walking through the market in the city, with Grimmjow not far behind. "It's not like I'm gonna break a promise, but it'll take time to even pinpoint the last location of his friend, whether he's near Rome or as far away as Syria."
"You're not making this better, you know," frowned Grimmjow, and the teen flinched slightly before glancing over at him.
"Sorry...." he sighed.
"And where is this Syria, now that you mentioned it?" he questioned.
"A country near Egypt," Ichigo answered, but Grimmjow frowned just the same.
"And where is Egypt?"
"A desert country known for its wealth in gold and history of monarchy, across the sea from here," he said.
"But he can be anywhere, like you said, right?" muttered Grimmjow. "So how can it be done, to track a slave down?"
"I understand your concern, but how can we help you when you hadn't told us his name, let alone his appearance?" questioned Nel.
"It's none of your business, woman," huffed the Gaul.
"It's my business if it involves Ichigo, you beast," she frowned.
"What was that?"
"Stop it, you two, we can talk about it later," sighed Ichigo. "Right now, Grimmjow, you need to concentrate on your training. I'll come back after I help Nel with the errands, I'll try to speak to my father then."
"Whatever, as long as you don't go back on your words...." Grimmjow muttered but his words fell out when his sharp eyes glanced at a half of dozen men draped with military attires breezed by them. His lips tightened with a deep frown; he remembered seeing some soldiers at the arena, posing as guards and keeping an eye on the fighters. As if they would dare to rebel against them. He huffed, after thinking about it he realized that getting close to Ginjou would be too difficult with his men around there. Then he would have to find another way to do it....
"Grimmjow....? We're here," Ichigo said, taking the Gaul out of his thoughts, as he pointed out the nearby gate of the ludus. "Go inside, you don't need me to be in there."
"Hhmph, whatever...." mumbled Grimmjow as he walked past him to go inside the ludus.
"Tch.... you think he'd be grateful that you're doing this for him," pouted Nel.
"He mentioned that he might," reasoned Ichigo as they walked through the busy streets.
"Ah, well, if you think so," she sighed.
"Nel...." Ichigo frowned at her, and the woman sighed.
"You're trying so hard for the man who doesn't want to be around you," she muttered. "It just doesn't make any sense to me, that's all."
"I understand your concern, but--" Ichigo nodded but froze in his steps when he noticed a familiar person purposely hassling a vendor nearby. It was Ginjou, though the man appeared that he doesn't notice him. The teen frowned, he was wondering why there were army soldiers mingling around in the city and saw the reason. "Come on, Nel, let's go," he muttered, grasping at her wrist.
"But--"
"Now, before Ginjou notices us," he frowned as they tried to slip through passerbys, but halted when a cargo-carrying mule was suddenly walked in front of them. The animal brayed from being pulled to walk, catching some people's attentions. And much to Ichigo's dismay, it caught Ginjou's as well, and the army commander strolled to the sight. "Shit...." he cursed under his breath, just as Ginjou saw him and smirked.
"Ichigo.... is there seem to be a problem?" he smirked charmingly but Ichigo rolled his eyes at him.
"Yes, you seeing me, that's a problem," he grumbled.
"What was that?" he chuckled, almost on cue many of his men stalked up to Ichigo and Nel. "I thought your savage Gaul would be around, after all he looks like a type to hang around his kind," he emphasized, glancing at the mule that was now walking away.
"He's not here with me," frowned Ichigo.
"Ah, guess that means he's somewhere fighting with other criminals for the gladiator games," smirked Ginjou, as he stepped closer. Ichigo could only frown but was practically cornered on the side of the street, he felt Nel wrapping an arm around his and he couldn't blame her. To the men, she was just another attractive female that can be used in such immoral ways. "Speaking of which, Ichigo, I supposed you'd be at the games in two days' time, right?" he asked.
"Of course I would be, Grimmjow's participating after all," the teen replied, but the older man smirked.
"No need to feel defensive," he chuckled softly. "I'll be there as well, to give the order of execution to criminals at the start of the game, of course. Though I doubt you can stomach that part of the event."
"I've seen executions before--"
"But you think that they don't deserve it, right?" he scoffed with a grin. "Ichigo, you're too soft for your own good. Why do you think us Romans are more superior than those barbarians? It's because we have powers, and because we are more civilized than them. Just because your family tamed this woman," he added, leering at Nel who bristled from his stare, "doesn't mean that she's as equal as us."
"Coming from someone who thinks that the low-class Romans are just as lowly as said barbarians," scoffed Ichigo.
"Watch what you're saying, boy....!" scowled one of the soldiers.
"No! You shut up!" Ginjou immediately growled as he glared at him, and the soldier fell silent with his head hung down. He then turned back to Ichigo, who frowned deeply, and grinned as he stepped closer. "As I was saying, they're nothing but criminals and criminals are meant to be punished. Much like your Gaul, Ichigo."
"If that's the case, then why'd you leave him alive....?" the teen muttered, but his mind lingered at his talk with Grimmjow moments ago and swallowed dryly. "Or rather, you kept him and one of his friends alive?"
At that, Ginjou's grin faltered slightly before he smirked again. "One of his friends? I've already killed them all--"
"Except for one, and Grimmjow told me that he saw him alive before passing out," Ichigo pressed. "If that's the case, then I would try to find him for his sake." Ginjou's expression twitched into a slight annoyance as he scoffed.
"You actually believe that you'd do that for some slave?" he questioned.
"So he is alive, then," muttered Ichigo.
"Tch, even if he is, what are the chances of you finding him?" scoffed the man. "You honestly think that by doing this, you'd finally tame that uncivilized beast of yours?"
"Him living in his own natural country doesn't make him uncivilized, Ginjou," argued the teen, and Ginjou felt an annoying tick in his eyebrow.
"Is that fucking right?" he growled. For once in his life, Ichigo felt a shiver of apprehension from his narrowed glare when Ginjou suddenly gripped his chin. "You're so lucky that I find you amusing, Ichigo, or else I would've tear out that defying tongue of yours," he muttered lowly. "You only have the privilege of talking back to me because of your father's connections to my uncle. Otherwise...." He then grinned as his thumb deftly touched at Ichigo's lips, much to the teen's mild disgust. "I wouldn't mind hauling you away to bed chambers by force."
"Too bad, your leash's only held back by your uncle so you can't do shit to me," he defiantly scoffed, narrowing his eyes. But Ginjou laughed as he moved back, gesturing his men to back off.
"Nice to know that you dare to talk to a Praetor like me, Ichigo," he grinned. "You should be glad that I allow you to do so, with anyone else I would've executed them immediately. See you at the game, Ichigo." Ichigo can only scoff once he was gone. His touch against his lips left a bad taste as he wiped his mouth. So it was true, though the army commander hadn't openly said it, that Grimmjow's friend was still alive. Yet he wasn't sure where to start.
"You're all right, Ichigo?" muttered Nel, but Ichigo shook his head.
"Kind of...." he frowned.
"That man...." she frowned but couldn't voice her opinion so openly as a slave. "You honestly think you can find Grimmjow's friend, Ichigo? Because now that Ginjou knows of your intentions, he might do something about it."
"I hope not, but it'd be nice if he'll forget about it about it by then," he scoffed softly.
(Blood and Sand)
"Ahh! Shit....!" hissed Renji when he was striked harshly at the side. "We're only practicing, you don't have to be that aggressive, you crazy Gaul!" he scowled in annoyance at Grimmjow, who chuckled.
"Aw, you still whining about getting your ass kicked?" he smirked playfully. "Besides, we have to be aggressive for the coming fight, right?"
"Yeah, but we have to be fit for it," scoffed Renji. "We can't go out there with a busted leg or anything, Gaul!"
"Heh, you'd think all this time you should know my actual name.... Renji," chuckled Grimmjow. Renji just scoffed dismissively, twirling the wooden sword in his hand.
"You're a Gaul, not many are around in this city," he shrugged. "There are plenty in the southern region of your country, but I don't think you're like them."
"Really, how so?"
"They're more like the Romans rather than like you, of course, living and thinking as them," he pointed out, and Grimmjow scoffed.
"Then they're not my kin if they went against their heritage in favor for the Romans," he frowned a little. "Do you know what kin you came from?" he asked, as they went back to sparring.
"No.... I was left by my natural parents when I was barely walking," Renji said. "Not sure if I'm an actual Roman, or if I came from slaves who wanted to give me mercy by abandoning me to the streets." He blocked Grimmjow's strike with his shield, before countering with a strike at the leg.
"Ahh!" hissed Grimmjow but stepped back to dodge another strike.
"Come on, let's try it again," nodded Renji.
"Right," Grimmjow grunted, and their swords clanked audibly against each other. "These other men, you know where they're from?"
"Let's see.... a couple are from Britannia, a few are actually free Romans who wanted glory and extra coins," Renji replied, dodging Grimmjow's strikes twice. "Plenty of them are Syrians.... Ikkaku claimed he's half-Syrian but nobody cares." He parried a strike, only to get hit with the Gaul's shield. "Shit....!" he gritted, quickly spitting out the blood.
"You're letting yourself get beat up when explaining shit to me," chuckled Grimmjow.
"You asked, you idiot!" he frowned Renji. "Anyway.... do you know which fighter you're going against?"
"I assumed I'm fighting another Hoplo-something, the one with the fucking spear," he replied.
"Hoplomachus," corrected Renji. "And I don't think so. There are different pairings of fighters that often circulates in the game, so the public wouldn't get bored with same shit."
"Then who do I fight?"
"The fuck should I know? Ask your master for information, I know who I'm fighting," he frowned. Grimmjow scoffed but readied for another sparring, now and then wondering who would be his next opponent. After another hour of blocking and striking, he paused to catch his breath and hid under the shade of the high wall. He glanced at the balcony, every once in a while Urahara came out to check on the progress of the fighters. But so far, Ichigo hadn't come back, and he frowned. He wondered if that teen would really hold up to the end of his bargain of finding his friend, no matter how steep and complicated it was.
The thought of his friend had brought up a sense of homesickness, as he rested his eyes. He wondered.... how was his mother holding up in his small village. He had been gone since the near the end of winter, and it was already halfway through summer now. Since the death of his father, he was the only one that could provide for her, as not many Gaul women can hunt like the men and resorted to farming. But now he assumed that she believed him to be dead, and he couldn't help but feel angry yet guilty about it. And it was that man Ginjou's fault. Not only did he left his own mother to fend for herself, but he practically shamed himself and his family and ancestors for being fated like this.
But he wondered about the mention of freedom, if he were to win more fights and win them by the years. But by then, his mother might be either dead or remarried to support herself. Freedom in order to see his mother again or revenge against the man who condemned him into slavery, either of them were tempting but he wasn't sure which was more important to him.
(Blood and Sand)
As soon as he returned home, Ichigo made a beeline for the office where his father was still there when he left. He couldn't delay this any longer, or else Grimmjow would feel betrayed by the unfulfilled promise. He stepped into the room, to see that his father was browsing through documents behind his desk, before nervously clearing his throat. Sure enough, Isshin glanced up and smiled at him. "Ichigo, I didn't expect you to be home," he sighed. "I assumed you'd be by Urahara's ludus."
"Ah, I'll return over there in a few moments, Father," he nodded before taking a deep breath. "It's just that.... there's something I want to ask from you, it's sort of important." At that, Isshin quirked an eyebrow but smiled nonetheless as he stood up.
"Is it something troubling, son?" he inquired.
"Not really but.... it involves Grimmjow," he replied. "A few days back, he mentioned that his friend might be alive during the army's slaughter and could've been traded through the slavery."
"I see...." his father understood with a nod.
"And I was wondering.... if we were to seek informations of his whereabouts then we can bring him over here to reunite with Grimmjow," Ichigo explained. "Do you think that is possible, Father?"
"Well, Ichigo.... that's a very tall order," he sighed, walking up to him. "I'm not sure how it'd be possible for just one person. Plus, such specific informations like that would require money just to bribe the traders. Trust me, Ichigo, even though we're the descendants of ancient knights of the extinct monarchy, we noblemen are not that wealthy to do such a thing."
"Oh...." Ichigo frowned, but his father assured him with a pat on the back.
"Don't worry, Ichigo.... for now, I'll try as soon as Grimmjow informs us more of the situation," he smiled lightly. Ichigo glanced at him and felt subtle relief as he smiled back.
"I owe you one."
"If you were my client," he chuckled lightly. "This is about you wanting to get your slave to like you, that's all."
"Father...." frowned Ichigo, but his father just grinned.
"You're as kind towards other as your mother," he said fondly. "You must be proud of yourself for doing this." Ichigo just nodded with a light smile, before turning to leave.
"Thanks a lot, Father," he smiled.
(Blood and Sand)
".... So this is your opponent, Grimmjow!" grinned Urahara, holding up a parchment of a drawn figure with the word 'THRAEX' underneath. Grimmjow, however, since he couldn't read the simple word, just blinked at it. "It had been a while since a Thraex and a Murmillo fight against each other, so I assumed that you'd be up for it."
"Oh, yes, I am...." nodded Grimmjow, though he was still blank on the exact information. He stared at the drawing of the fighter; the sword was shorter with a curved tip and the shield was smaller and square-shaped. He wasn't sure if he would have the advantage against the Thraex, whatever it is. At least he was given permission to inquire about the upcoming match as he was inside the man's villa.
"Hmm, seems that you have no clue about your opponent, huh?" mused the lanista.
"Must I need to?" he frowned but Urahara smiled.
"Well, I have the knowledge of every types of gladiators as of now," he said. "I told Ichigo that a Murmillo is a Gaul-type gladiator that fell out of favor around the start of the Roman Empire. Thraex, however, is a Thracian-type in which-- wait, do you know what a Thracian is, right?"
"I've heard of them but my father had fought with them and against them many years ago," he shrugged. "He once told me that they are revered warriors but have a hell of a temper."
"Well, Thracians were often favored in the gladiator games, and us Romans believed that their kind and the Gauls often rivaled against one another based on their 'savage' ways," he nodded, as he fanned himself. "Same thing with the Germanic tribes...."
"Tch, don't get me started on those people, they're as stubborn as dull-witted mules."
"Urahara....? Oh, there you are." Both men turned to see Ichigo walking up to them, a small grin etched on his face. Grimmjow frowned in slight confusion at the teen's expression, but blinked when he was smiled at. "What's going in here?" asked Ichigo.
"Ah, Ichigo, I was just telling your man about his next opponent," Urahara smiled, handing him the parchment. "It's a Thraex this time, too...."
"Wow, that's interesting," nodded Ichigo before glancing over at Grimmjow. "Let's hope that you'll win this fight, right?"
"Uh, yeah, of course," nodded Grimmow. "Do I have to kill this one?"
"No, you just have to defeat him," he replied. "You can't always kill them, Grimmjow."
"Tch, I'll try not to."
"Well, with that said and done, Grimmjow should return back to training--" Urahara said.
"Sorry, Urahara but I need to speak to Grimmjow for a moment," Ichigo nodded. The lanista simply shrugged at the request, and walked away to return to the balcony. "Grimmjow.... I have some good news," the teen smiled, and Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows.
"What sorta good news?" he frowned.
"I spoke to my father earlier, and he said that he'll try to find your friend," he said. "But if you can provide more information about him, we will locate him faster. Would that sufficient?" Grimmjow gazed at him before looking away, crossing his arms against his scarred chest.
"I don't get it," he scoffed softly. "You're wasting your time and money on something that shouldn't even concern you." At that, Ichigo lightly frowned as he blinked.
"You don't want me to do it, then?" he questioned and the Gaul stared at him with narrowed eyes.
"If you do this for me, I'd greatly be in your debt," he frowned. "And probably for years to come, I might add. I'm not sure of your intentions, but--"
"It's not intentions, Grimmjow, I'm just doing you a favor," frowned Ichigo. "Besides, you already owed me by being my gladiator. I don't see the reason why you're still defensive towards me, but I just only want you to be appreciated."
"Appreciated....?" Grimmjow frowned, but expression saddened only slightly. "Might as well be.... since I was once ranked as a noble myself, if you called it."
".... Wait a minute, what....?" Ichigo's eyes widened in disbelief and gaped at him. Grimmjow.... a percieved barabaric Gaul like him, was considered a noble? "Then.... how is that possible? If you're a noble, then the Roman army had no right of putting you into slavery!" he gasped.
"I mentioned noble in a past tense," the Gaul said with a scoff. "My father, or rather my late father, was the chieftain of my village as well as a high-ranking warrior that was victorious in almost every battles and wars. Everybody, even the other tribes nearby, had admired his bravery and skills. His great rank was proven by his wears, like a torc necklace made of pure gold and a winter cloak made from wolf pelt."
"But then...." frowned Ichigo, and Grimmjow just shook his head.
"He died from his wounds, when some Germanic tribe tried to invade my home country and he and his men fought them," he muttered. "I was barely ten then, yet I didn't feel grievance of his death. It was meant to happen sooner or later, anyway, since he lived as a warrior. Since I couldn't take over the title of chieftain at my age, other warriors in my tribe were elected to become one. But my mother and I were already provided for until I was older and able to hunt. But even then, my family was respected by everyone, and just before my capture I was even considered into taking back my father's place as the leader of the village."
Ichigo couldn't help but frown in disbelief. If what Grimmjow said was true, then the Gaul shouldn't be a slave in the first place. Then that would mean.... "If words gets out that you're a foreign noble that was condemned into slavery, then Ginjou's reputation might falter from that," he muttered, and Grimmjow blinked at that before glancing at him.
"Falter how....?" he muttered with slight interest, as his cyan eyes narrowed.
"Well, for one thing, it could cause war between Gaul and the Roman Empire," he scoffed softly. "It had happened before, during Julius Caesar's military and political campaign over a century ago, and it resulted with half of your country being taken over. If that's the case then we must talk to my father about it and--"
"Actually, I think this can be a good thing," Grimmjow then smirked. "I may not be an actual noble now but my father and his father before him and so on were-- how you Romans say-- a type of 'aristocrats' based on their warrior skills. If Ginjou finds out about this, what would happen?"
"Uh, well.... it might be scandalous based on his poor judgements and he could lose his praetorship--"
"Then don't mention it to anyone until the day of the game, when I get into the arena," he said, and Ichigo blinked in surprise.
"But why then?" he questioned.
"Like I said, I wanna get back on the man who put me here in the first place," he sneered. "I just need to win more battles, in order to get closer to my goal. That's all there to it...."
"But, Grimmjow--"
"I'll give you more informations later, brat, right now I need to get back to sparring," he said as he turned to leave. But Ichigo frowned out of concern. There was an opportunity that the Gaul could have his enslavement annulled, and yet he turned it down in order to get his revenge on Ginjou. Whether it was pride or pure stupidity, he wasn't sure, but he had to take Grimmjow's word for it and keep the nobility status a secret until the day of the game. Meanwhile, Grimmjow stepped back out to the training ground and saw Renji dozing under the shade.
With the wooden sword in his hand, he walked up to the red-head and promptly poked him with it. "Wake up, idiot, I wanna spar with you," he muttered, poking him in the side.
"Shit, leave me alone...." Renji tiredly scoffed, peeking his eyes open to glare at him. but Grimmjow smirked as he crouched down to his level.
"Come on, I feel refreshed after talking to that brat and now I wanna spar," he smirked.
"Brat? You mean, Ichigo?" Renji frowned as he finally stood up. "What did he say to you that got you all fired up?"
"None of your damn business but I might tell you after I win my next fight," he smirked lightly. Renji glanced at him with slight curiosity but smirked as he picked up his weapons.
"Oh well, if it's something that important then I don't might waiting," he sighed. "Let's just hope that you don't die on your second battle, okay, Gaul?"
"Tch, fine," Grimmjow shrugged before glancing at him. "Hey, Renji."
"What?"
".... I think you might be a Thracian," he smirked a little, taking a better look at him by narrowing his eyes. "Those of Thracian descent usually have red hair, or so I've been told by my father."
"Is that right?" scoffed Renji with a small smirk. "So I'm considered 'savage' like you, based on the Roman perspective?"
"Not the way I see it...."
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo fidgeted, despite the roaring cheer of the audience as he waited for the game to begin. After being told that Grimmjow was a son of a tribal chieftain, he couldn't help feeling anxious over it. He promised that he wouldn't tell anyone about it, at least not until Grimmjow's turn was coming up. But the idea of keeping a secret such as that was hard, as some of the house servants noticed him acting funny around Grimmjow for the past couple of days. Especially Nel; a few times she questioned about his unusual behavior but Ichigo assured that nothing was wrong, and Grimmjow pretty much was mute about it except berating her as 'woman' as usual.
He frowned, before peeking a glance over his shoulder. Surprisingly, Ginjou was present in his seat, although dozing from waiting so long. It was possible that he was drinking last night, as usual, but could care less. Right now, he wanted to see his reaction over the news of Grimmjow's nobility line but there was always a chance that he might try to deny it, claiming that the Gaul might be sprouting insane statements in order to get out of slavery. He turned his sight back to the vacant arena and sighed deeply. Grimmjow won't come out until after the first two battles, and he frowned at that. Some of the best battles often happened after the midday sun had past and by early evening it would end with a primus, where only the best and most favored fighters could battle.
And so far, due to Grimmjow's weak experience in the arena as well him being a Gaul, it would take several battles until he could get the opportunity to secure the title. ".... You're bored already, Ichigo? The game hadn't even started yet." Ichigo flinched slightly before looking back at Ginjou, who gave out a rather rude yawn.
"It'll start once they sound the horn, but it's taking forever," he frowned. Ginjou smirked lightly, his hand reaching out to comb his fingers through his favorite slave's hair since Tsukishima was sliently kneeling by beside him.
"You're that anxious for your Gaul to die, Ichigo?" he chuckled lightly.
"You were wrong the first time, Ginjou, what'll make this one different?" he scoffed.
"The first one was a fluke, anyone can defeat a fighter with a fucking spear," Ginjou smirked.
"Except for that one fighter, named Ikkaku." The army commander felt subtly annoyed from the teen's answers but said nothing. Instead, he gripped at Tsukishima's hair by the root and the slave didn't let out any noise though his face twitched in distress. Only they were present in the pulvinus at the moment, as Aizen was on his way while Byakuya was talking to his armored servant within the barracks. Ichigo glanced back at him with a frown, his jaw tightened in anticipation of wanting to spill out Grimmjow's secret. Instead, he exhaled and turned his attention at the silent slave whose expression was placid and blank. "I see that you discipline your slave with such fear, as usual," he commented.
"The one thing you should consider to do, rather than befriending them with kindness," smirked Ginjou.
"They're nothing but humans, Ginjou, not sexual pets you can use on a whim," he frowned.
"Oh, Tsukishima doesn't mind me using his body as a plaything," he smirked, slowly caressing the slave's stone face. "Of course, you wouldn't know such pleasure.... unless you're feeling a little curious of how it feels."
".... I suggest that you don't make such comments, especially when your uncle's now here," he muttered. Ginjou's sepia eyes narrowed slightly before glancing up to notice the senator moving to his seat. "Hello there, Aizen," Ichigo greeted.
"Ichigo, I see that you're hoping for your fighter to have victory," nodded Aizen with a small smile. Behind his seat stood a slim male slave dressed in pale red tunic made of linen rather than the usual wool, his silverish grey hair framed around his face with squinty eyes and a wide grin. Aizen glanced over to his nephew, and his lips twitched ever so slightly into a frown. "You find it proper to have your servant kneeling before you like a dog in a place like this?" he questioned and Ginjou exhaled from the undertone.
"He's my slave, Uncle," he replied tersely. "He's mine for any way I wish him to do."
"Still.... I'd like for you to behave yourself for the rest of the game," he muttered. "You've already disrespected me by your abrupt departure the last time, and I won't tolerate you if you dare to make a fool of yourself again." Ginjou scoffed under his breath before glaring down at Tsukishima, who sat mute despite his master's disgruntlement.
"Get up...." he huffed, and immediately his slave got to his feet and stood behind the seat with his eyes gazing down.
".... Will your father be joining us today, Ichigo?" asked Aizen.
"Sorry, he can't make it this time so I'm alone to cheer for Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled sheepishly.
"That's good, and what of the magistrate for the moment?"
"He's making sure that his own fighter is fit for the upcoming battle," he nodded.
"Oh, nice ta know that those fighters are doin' it fer their masters' favors in more ways than one," grinned Aizen's servant.
"Gin...." the senator chastised though he smirked lightly at him. But Ichigo blushed in slight embarrassment from the meaning as he averted his attention to the arena.
"No, no, Grimmjow's only doing this for his own gain," he muttered. And it was said gain that he felt apprehensive about.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow suited up though he had to wear the same rusty helmet. It survived the blow during his fight with the Hoplomachus albeit a hole on the side caused from said blow. "I have to wear this shit again?" he scoffed under his breath. He glanced up to see Renji in the far corner of the barrack, and he could see he was conversing quietly to what was obviously his master. The stoic nobleman, with a military guard nearby, simply nodded as he reached up to caress at his face. But the Gaul bristled slightly when he then watched Renji moving to kiss his master on the lips. And it wasn't a brief one, as the red-head pretty much ravaged at his lips.
"All right, Master, I will win for you as always," Renji muttered with a nod before his master was escorted away, and he returned back to Grimmjow who just frowned at him. ".... What? You jealous I got to kiss my master?" he smirked teasingly, and Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"I can see why you spread your cheeks for your high and mighty master," he scoffed but Renji laughed and shook his head.
"I already told you, ask Ichigo to reward you a woman should you win," he smirked. "Quit being so stubborn, Gaul, it must've been months since you last felt engorged between a girl's legs."
"True, but that's not in my mind at all," he huffed. "It's something.... far more important that I want."
"How's anything more important than fucking?" Renji questioned jokingly.
"It's rather personal, if you don't probe into it any more," he said, gazing at the red-head in a serious matter. Renji subdued his expression and nodded, patting him on the armored shoulder.
"All right, it's your business and business alone," he sighed, just as the unison of horn blared in the stadium. "Guess it's finally started," he shrugged as he sat down on the stone bench.
"You're not up first?" asked Grimmjow.
"I'm more experienced than you, sometimes my best battles are later in the afternoon," shrugged Renji.
"So the shit-eaters are to die first," he scoffed lightly.
"If you think so, Gaul," he chuckled a little. Grimmjow scoffed before sitting down, hearing the muffled noise of the roaring crowd from outside.
".... I wondered, just out of curiosity, does your master let you fuck females?" he asked out of the blue.
"Sometimes.... mainly if he's busy on his paperworks and he wants me to pass the time," smirked Renji.
"Then why not just have the girls only?" he asked, but Renji simply chuckled.
"I adore my master, why would I ruin that?" he smirked fondly. Grimmjow just frowned, partially out of confusion, but glanced away. The man adored the one who owned him yet the Gaul couldn't really get it. Mainly because the relationship between master and slave was still complex to him.... and the thought of Ichigo wanting to be friends with him was just as complex.
But he only wanted to know if the last of his friend was still alive, and that mattered in the moment right now. "Then should I be friends with that brat?" he muttered.
"Huh? Uh, of course," Renji said, glancing at him. "I told you before, Ichigo's a very good kid. There's really no need to be hostile over him. He'd do anything for those he holds dear, Romans and slaves alike."
"Tch...." Grimmjow just frowned, his eyes flickered to the sight of several people shackled to one another as they were hauled for the opened gate. They appeared filthy and disheveled with some bruised and bloodied faces.
"Such a shame.... some of them were unlucky to have terrible masters and attempted to flee from them," muttered Renji with a frown. "They better off going to the afterlife rather than suffer any longer."
"What about the rest?" Grimmjow frowned.
"They're criminals from other countries, mainly from trying to rebel against the Roman army who stationed in their regions," he replied, and Gaul's eyes narrowed from his answer. If that was right, then.... Grimmjow shook his head and scoffed, twirling the tip of his blade against the ground.
(Blood and Sand)
Splatters of blood soaked the sand from the first couple of battles, as well as from the brutal execution of the criminals. Ichigo frowned, mainly out of the anticipation of the news he needed to say, as he clenched the fabric of his toga on his lap. It kept reeling in his mind about the fact of Grimmjow being a noble in his village. The thought itself was honestly hard to believe, considering that Grimmjow was stubborn and pretty much primitive in personality. "Are you worried about your gladiator, Ichigo?" Aizen asked, taking Ichigo out of his musing.
"Uh, yes...." he nodded distractedly. "He'll be up very shortly."
"You seem nervous, just earlier you were hopeful for your Gaul," smirked Ginjou, as his slave handed him a cup of wine. "If there's a reason why you should be worried...." Ichigo glanced at him but bit his lips anxiously.
"It's that, um...." he mumbled. "You see, the thing is that--" His voice halted when the blare of the horn emitted throughout the arena. He turned his sight and saw the familiar figure stalking out onto the sandy ground. Grimmjow, with his narrowed eyes under the brim of his helmet, he glared up at the pulvinus to see Ichigo and Ginjou. The teen seemed anxious, and Grimmjow scoffed under his breath. He had a feeling that he didn't tell them yet but he shouldn't care for the moment as his opponent came out. He was right about the other having a smaller sword and shield, but it was probably more than meets the eye as he braced himself into an offensive mode.
"Gladiators.... begin!" yelled the announcer.
Grimmjow expected the Thraex to make the first move, as the opponent rushed at him with his sword raised. He scoffed before quickly kneeling behind his bigger shield, grunting from the force of the other man leaping over him. The Gaul whirled around in time to parry the strike then blocking another before he jumped back. Judging by the swing, the Thraex seemed to have less experience of fighting than he did. "Shit....!" he growled as he stepped forward with a counter-attack.
"Grimmjow...." Ichigo frowned concernly as he watched the battle.
"Tch, seems that your Gaul's lucky again, only this time he's fighting a shitty opponent," Ginjou scoffed softly at the sight.
"Shut it, it's only because Grimmjow's getting better at it," he muttered.
"Indeed, Renji had told me of his improvement in training," nodded Byakuya.
"Still, maybe if he were given to a better opponent, then he'd die faster," scoffed Ginjou, ignoring his uncle's subtle glare on him. Ichigo glared over at him as well, his lips twitched of what he needed to say.
".... Do you really mean that, Ginjou?" he questioned.
"Huh?" the army commander frowned.
"Is there any reason why you hate him? Just because he's some savage Gaul to you, or maybe it's something else that you're not telling anyone?" muttered Ichigo. Ginjou narrowed his eyes in slight confusion as he stared at Ichigo, though Aizen turned his attention fully on his nephew.
"Kuugo, what does Ichigo mean about that?" he asked.
"I honestly don't know," Ginjou muttered.
"Guess Grimmjow didn't bother to tell anyone but me...." Ichigo muttered.
"What? What did that barbaric Gaul told you, Ichigo?" frowned Ginjou.
".... That he was actually a nobleman, before you sent him into slavery." At that, both the senator and the magistrate stared at the teen in slight disbelief with slightly widened eyes. Ginjou, however, felt his eyebrow twitch before reluctantly letting out a short laugh.
"You honestly believe that, Ichigo?" he smirked. "That savage human, hacking at his opponent like a beast he is, considered a nobleman?"
"He told me about it this past week," frowned Ichigo. "He said that he was a son of a past cheiftain. That's considered high-class in his culture, and if that's true then his family should have connections with other tribes in Gaul."
"Ichigo.... this is very serious statement you're making," said Aizen. "If what your slave said is proven to be true, then something must be done in order to stifle the embarrassment."
"Wait, you actually believe such lies like that, Uncle?" Ginjou scoffed.
"If words gets out that you were the one who sent him into slavery, the other senators will question your position as a praetor," frowned Aizen as he glared down at him. "This can cause problems with the country of Gaul, and we're already trying to quell the differences between the two cultures. As a matter of fact, I'm rather surprised that the tribes of the north didn't react to him being missing."
"Tch...." the army commander scoffed in agitation before glaring at Ichigo, who wasn't backing down as he frowned back. "Is that all that fucking Gaul said to you? He didn't mention his proof of nobility, like the name of his father or grandfather and so on? Because that is needed since the government have records of tribal and village leaders in that country."
"I'll make sure to ask him, if that's what you want," frowned Ichigo, before turning back to the game. So far, Grimmjow had been blocking and parrying his opponent's strikes. By his observance, the Thraex had been swinging his small sword wildly and not even hitting him. He sneered as he charged at him, ducking under another swing from the Thraex just before knocking him off his feet with a swift kick. The crowd roared at the gladiator's upper hand, as Grimmjow paced around the Thraex who quickly got to his feet.
"Go, Bestia....! Kill him! Go get him!" some of the audience cheered out. Grimmjow smirked lightly, being called 'Bestia' didn't seem to faze him for the moment, as he resumed to parry several more strikes. He quickly dodged and shifted his footing, finally countering with his shield hitting the other fighter in the back. The battle was easy for him, far too easy, and he frowned a little. Maybe it had to do with him already experienced as a warrior years back and it strengthened with gladiator training, and he could tell that this one was barely able to use the sword right and probably had just learned from it recently.
The Thraex kept foolishly getting back up and Grimmjow was getting annoyed by the minute now. Blood haven't been spilled yet, and right now he doesn't want to drag the battle on any longer. "Herr-arrgh....!" he yelled out as he charged at him. He knew it, the Thraex was fumbling to attempt to parry back as he was being practically cornered. The Gaul's sword then struck at the opponent's helmet multiple times to stun, and it worked as he quickly slashed at the bare leg. Everybody seemed to relish at the sight of blood as they roared cheerfully. But Grimmjow won't let him get up again, as he gave a harsh kick at his face.
"Tch, this is just bullshit...." he scoffed softly, glaring down at the Thraex coughing out blood. The other fighter was supposed to mimic the fighting style of a Thracian but even that seemed disgraceful, and the Thracians were thought to be the Gauls' rival.
He charged at him one more time, just as the other gladiator attempted to get up again, and struck him across the face with the hilt of his sword. The force of the attack sent the Thraex flying across the ground. The helmet fell off, exposing the opponent's face for more attacks. But Grimmjow was getting tired of this as he sauntered up to the stunned man, dropping the shield before grabbing him by his hair. "Maybe I should show you mercy.... by sending you to the fucking afterlife," he grunted, branishing the blade against the man's bare neck. "You, and this battle, were a waste of my time."
He glared up at the pulvinus; Ichigo seemed pleased at the outcome but he frowned as he shook his head. The Gaul frowned and glanced down, his opponent was cowardly giving out the missio and the crowd started to boo. They wanted to see blood and death but in the end, the only way the man's life can be spared was from one simple gesture or call from the editor.
".... The Thraex fought bravely....!" the editor called out, despite the disappointed boos and jeers. "Let him fight another day....!" Grimmjow just scoffed and stood to back away from the man who was lucky to live another day.
"Tch...." Grimmjow scoffed and took off his rusty helmet as he returned to the barracks, not knowing that he would be summoned to meet up with his master.
(Blood and Sand)
"...." Grimmjow, back in his usual wool tunic, stood stone quiet after being sent to see Ichigo. But he hadn't expected to see him, just feet behind the teen. It was an easy chance to get to Ginjou, but he couldn't. Mainly because there were guards nearby, and two other nobles came to see him as well. He recognized the brunet man weeks ago when he was just brought as a slave, and he noticed the black-haired magistrate from earlier with Renji. He glanced back at Ichigo, who frowned in slight concern, and his eyes narrowed slightly. So the teen finally told them by the look of it.
"Ichigo.... if you don't mind, can you please ask your slave to specify his words further of he had told you?" requested Aizen, glancing over at the silent Gaul.
"Right.... Grimmjow, about what you've told me earlier this week, is it really true that you're a noble of your tribe?" Ichigo questioned quietly.
"..... During the time of my father being a chieftain, yes I was," grunted Grimmjow.
"Even with past titles, it's still respectable regardless of the fact," said Ichigo. "Tell us, what tribe had you came from?"
"Oh, that.... I'm from the Viromandui tribe. Why do you ask?" he muttered. But Aizen raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise while Byakuya merely blinked, but Ginjou merely scoffed at the answer.
"One of the most primitive and savage tribes of Gaul, that explains it," he frowned. "No wonder you held that opponent's head like some fucking trophy on your first win."
"That doesn't explain a lot," debated Byakuya. "True, that tribe is known for its unorthodox methods of battle but their bravery against Ceasar's army over a century ago was well noted, from what I heard."
"So you are, or were, a warrior in your village," stated Aizen.
"You could say that," frowned Grimmjow.
"But.... you hadn't told us how exactly are you a nobleman," he said. "You said that you are a son of a chieftain but not the current one, am I right?"
"Yes, my father died years ago when I was a child," he nodded. "His name.... he's known as Criturix, the infamous 'Feared King' of the Viromandui tribe." Both the senator and the magistrate couldn't help feeling surprised at the statement, but Ginjou felt a sharp jolt of disbelief. It couldn't be right; but if that were to be true....
"Uh, Criturix, you say?" Ichigo questioned, clearly ignorant of the answer as he blinked at Grimmjow.
"Yes, why would I lie about something like that?" scoffed Grimmjow as he crossed his arms.
"So...."
"By the looks on your face compared to the others', you don't seem to really know about him," he frowned at him.
"Ichigo.... if what he's saying is true, then it is a very serious matter," muttered Byakuya as he stepped forward. "The son of one of the most infamous warrior-king being condemned here as a common slave, this can cause casualties against the Roman army if many other tribes of Gaul were to know of his current fate."
"Then let's not tell anyone about this....!" scoffed Ginjou. "After all, who knows that he's telling the truth about this? The Gaul's probably making this up so we can relent to his demands!"
"Well, you certainly didn't know, judging by the expression on your face," Aizen frowned, glancing over at the flustered army commander. "Was he wearing any sort of attire that could have distinguish him as a noble?"
"I wouldn't know.... it had been months ago, anyway, but he was covered in some fur cloak when we took him," he scoffed.
"It was wolf fur, I might add," frowned Grimmjow. "In my tribe, only the high-class warriors can wear them."
"Tch, you're lying--"
"Kuugo, stop it," frowned Aizen, and Ginjou closed his mouth shut. "You're only lucky that it's only me that is learning about this. If the rest of the Senate were to know, you would've been in very serious trouble. Do you got that?" Ginjou said nothing else, only to glare at the Gaul. Grimmjow glared back, his bold cyan eyes seemed animalistic with contempt at the man.
"What do we supposed to do about this?" Byakuya questioned quietly. "Do we annul his enslavement status and send him back to his country, as if it had never happened--"
"No," Grimmjow interrupted and everybody glanced at him in surprise.
"But, Grimmjow--" frowned Ichigo.
"As much as that is tempting, I'll have to decline.... for now," he grunted, glancing down at the teen. "I have agendas that is needed to be dealt with, starting with the promise I've been given, should I continue fighting in the arena." Ichigo frowned but said nothing. He knew what the other man meant, and he couldn't say it out loud. "But.... if it's possible, I'd to send a message to my mother back home. I have a feeling that she thinks of me being dead, and I don't want her to worry about me."
"Oh.... all right, Grimmjow, I'll see to it that can be done," Ichigo nodded. But the Gaul just scoffed under his breath.
"Another debt that I have to owe you...." he grumbled.
"So you don't wish to get out of slavery?" questioned Aizen.
"Like I said, I'll continue fighting until my agendas are met," said Grimmjow, before catching eyes with Ginjou who scowled back. "And I'll do it on my own accord, since it's my own personal problems."
"But you can still fight as a freed man if--"
"I want words to be kept intently, since I don't fully trust you Romans, so I will stay as a slave for now," he said.
".... If that's what you requested," Aizen nodded with a slight smile.
"You sure about this, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked in concern. "Even if you were given freedom, I could still keep my promise."
"I have no reasons not to trust you.... just the other Romans," he corrected curtly, and Ichigo blinked at that. So Grimmjow was getting used to having him around. "So now what, I return to the barracks and wait for the games to be over?"
"If you wish.... you can accompany us on the pulvinus for the remainder of the game," the teen suggested. Grimmjow glanced at him, and the teen put up a small smile.
"Better there than the shitty barracks," he frowned, walking past the men. As soon as he passed by Ginjou, his primitive glare caught eyes with the disgruntled praetor. He was so close to him, merely an arm's length from him. He could easily take him down right then and there.... but he was surprised with himself that he walked past him with such restriction. He exhaled sharply as he tightened his jaw, the muscles in his neck taut with absolute resentment.
(Blood and Sand)
Storming into his bedroom with Tsukishima following closely behind, Ginjou huffed in absolute agitation and embarrassment. He couldn't believe the turn of event that had happened today. That barbaric Gaul, considered to be a some fucking nobleman? He wanted to deny such a statement like that, but when Grimmjow mentioned that he was the son of the war-like chieftain known for his thirst for blood and battle, he felt a hint of terror at the answer. He hadn't expected it; now his uncle wanted to look up his reports from his station in Gaul to make sure that nothing seemed amiss. Was he that incompetent that he could lose his praetorship just like that, over some lowly Gaul?
"M-Master....?" Tsukishima muttered quietly as he stepped closer. Without warning, Ginjou whirled to harshly backhand him across the face. The force was strong enough for the slave to stumble to the floor, but he didn't even utter out a noise as he quickly got to his knees. He glanced up pleadingly at his frustrated master, blood trickling down from his mouth from the assault. Ginjou glared down at him, before his expression softened a little.
"Come here, Tsukishima," he commanded, and immediately Tsukishima stood up to walk up to him. Ginjou reached to touch his cheek that was beginning to bruise then his fingers moved up to push aside his bangs. Above the slave's left eyebrow was a thin permanent scar that he had unfortunately recieved a couple of years back. ".... You remember how you have gotten this scar, Tsukishima?" he muttered, his thumb lightly trailing over the disfigurement.
"Yes, Master.... you were displeased with other slaves when they couldn't deliver the wine to you fast enough," mumbled Tsukishima. "And you punished them by throwing anything at them."
"I know...." he muttered, his hand moving to wipe the blood from his slave's lip. "And unfortunately, you got caught in the crossfire and was hit with a vase." Tsukishima barely nodded, before Ginjou moved to kiss him. He moaned softly from the tongue shoving down his throat as he kissed back, swallowing the metallic taste in his mouth. "Mmhh.... there, now does that feel better?" he muttered with a light smirk.
"Yes, Master," nodded Tsukishima.
"Good.... you know what to do now, right?"
"Yes, Master...." he nodded, without hestitation he took off his tunic, his fair-skinned body were now free of bruises from his master's past treatments. "Want me to stimulate you before we get started, Master?" he suggested.
"No, actually, I want you to prepare youself as I watch," sighed Ginjou as he wandered up to the table. A pitcher of wine was already present, as he poured himself a cup before his attention back to his slave. Already, Tsukishima sat on the bed as he salivated two of his slim fingers as thoroughly as he could. He then sprawled his legs apart and removed his fingers from his mouth.
"Mmh....!" he moaned softly the moment he thrusted the digits into his dry entrance. At the sight, Ginjou was getting buzzed as he drank a second cup of wine and felt himself getting slowly aroused. His favorite slave should be lucky that he was being prepare beforehand, as Ginjou didn't want to damage him further for now. "Uhn . . . .! Master....!" Tsukishima panted softly from his self-pleasure, his body tingling with warmth as he himself was getting aroused.
"You want me to fuck you now?" smirked Ginjou.
"Y-yes....!" the slave gasped as he pushed and wiggled the fingers inside himself. "Please, Master....!" Ginjou chuckled, by now he finished his third cup before stepping forward.
"Please what?"
"Please.... I want your cock inside me," he whimpered, with a tint of blush tingling in his cheeks. Ginjou sneered in delight as he quickly took off his clothes and sauntered up to the shivering slave. "Master-- mmhh....!" Tsukishima moaned when the other man ravaged his mouth for a deep kiss.
"You cock-loving slut...." he smirked, pulling his slave's hand away as he positioned himself between the spread legs. "Nobody will ever fuck you as I do, am I right?"
"Yes, Master-- hahh-ahh!" Tsukishima whimpered out loud, when Ginjou promptly thrusted into him.
"Shit, tight as usual, that's the way I like," grunted the army commander. He glanced down at his quivering slave and huffed, staring at the teary hazel eyes. "Tsukishima...."
"Yes, Master....?" Tsukishima panted.
"Do you think that I'm terrible as a Praetor, after what happened today?" he questioned. At that, Tsukishima stared at him with widened eyes as if any answer would result in a terrible punishment.
"I-I...."
"It's okay, you don't need to answer," he smirked lightly, his hips nudging forward and Tsukishima whimpered at the fullness. "Right now, I just need to let go of this fucking pent-up energy and you'll be the one I'm taking out on." His slave whimpered loudly once he pulled out before thrusting back in, only Tsukishima was allowed to make noises for him and Ginjou loved it.
"Master....!" moaned Tsukishima, gripping at his master's shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'll make you scream your lungs out as many times as I impale you," Ginjou gritted with a pleasurable sneer.
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This past weekend, I had downloaded a buttload of yaoi, no pun intended! At first, it was with Bleach, and I kept reading and re-reading some of the raunchiest ones to the point of giggling. Then I decided to download some from Durarara! with a lots of Shizaya smexiness! So far with Bleach, I need to get more of RenBya (or ByaRen, I don't really care much of the position of the coupling) and some more GrimmIchi! They got a lot of good stuff on ebay, though, but it requires internet money in which I don't have. And they have lots of good coupling, too; they had one with a Fem!Grimm and Aizen in a hospital setting. In another, they had a GinjouxIchi and GinjouxTsuki. Wahhh . . . .!
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