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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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Recently, I've been fallen into a pattern when it comes to my writing. I would put on my laptop in the morning, chug on my breakfast, see what the hell I've written from last night since I often couldn't remember what, re-read it then re-edit it, then write out the next scenes with occasional distractions and research from the internet, taking breaks to eat, continue writing well into the night, then go to sleep. Then the patterns continue, oftentimes I like to stare at my yaoi collection within my writing.
While researching for my story, I came across a movie based on Roman society called 'The Eagle'. Coincindentally, I found out halfway through the movie that the main character's slave happened to be a son of a late tribal chieftain. Strange.... but I didn't really like the movie in conclusion, it's kinda bogus.
Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 8- Legends
Nel laughed and laughed and laughed, as if it was impossible to believe such a thing like that. A thing like Grimmjow being a nobleman. "You're kidding me, Ichigo....! There's no way that this.... brute is a nobleman!" giggled Nel to the point of gasping her breath. Ichigo frowned, while Grimmjow just scoffed at her reaction. Out of all the servants in the villa, she was the only one who seemed to not believe the truth. She panted, giggling every now and then, as she stared at the two. "Are you really serious, Ichigo? It just cannot be true," she giggled.
"Nel.... come on, it's really true," sighed Ichigo. "Grimmjow's from a very powerful tribe and his late father was a chieftain. You gotta believe us."
"All right, I believe you.... if I tell you that I'm the queen of the Amazons!" Nel laughed as she held her sides.
"Fucking hell, might as well say that I'm your fucking god if you keep laughing like that," scowled Grimmjow.
"Nel, this is really serious, we're not joking," Ichigo frowned. "If it's serious enough that even Byakuya and Aizen had learned about this, then we must keep it to ourselves." Nel glanced at him and finally calmed down.
"Is that right?" sighed Nel, as she frowned lightly.
"So you finally believe it now, woman?" scoffed the Gaul.
"Tch, if Ichigo says so," she shrugged. "So now what, does he have to go back to his village?"
"No.... he's staying here as my slave, until some of his needs are met," muttered Ichigo as he sheepishly glanced at Grimmjow.
"Wait, what? I thought he'd be glad to get out of here," Nel frowned in surprise.
"Well, it's complicated.... I'll tell my father about this when he comes back tomorrow," he nodded. "Until then, let's just keep it a secret. Aizen and Byakuya are doing the same, to save the embarrassment."
"But, uh...." Nel just frowned and shook her head. "Fine, Ichigo. But this'll take some time of getting used to the fact that you've told me."
"I understand, Nel," the teen sighed before turning to Grimmjow. "Grimmjow, you do realize that you're still a slave. And by law, you don't really have much opinions of your role. I told you that you can still get your friend back even as freed man."
"But he'd still be a slave once you find him," frowned Grimmjow. "I just want to get my end of the bargain. And once that is done, then I'll get back to my true agenda." Ichigo frowned out of concern and apprehension, he knew what the Gaul had meant by that. "If I keep on fighting, then I get closer to my goal, is that right?"
"Uh, yes, but.... at this rate, it'll take a long time for you to even require a position to the primus, and that could take years."
"The primus....?" muttered Grimmjow, narrowing his eyes in slight confusion. But the he remembered about how the crowd reacted when the final battle started earlier in the evening. He had seen the last gladiators decked out in the best armors and weapons, and their fighting skills rivaled that of the experienced warriors of his tribe. "That's the final fight of the game, right?"
"Yeah, but.... like I said, that could take years--"
"Is there any way I can to get to there faster?" he questioned. "I don't have years to waste on being your slave, brat, I'd rather figure out a way to bring up the ranks in the games if I were you."
"Wait a minute, you can't just demand such a thing like that from Ichigo," frowned Nel, glaring hard at him. But Grimmjow glared back, and smirked a little as he stepped up to her.
"I believe I do.... after all, I am from a long line of noble warriors, so such a request as that shouldn't be that big of a deal," he smirked.
"Warrior, you are, but you're far from a noble from what I'm looking at," she huffed.
"Heh, fine then, I don't care much of your opinions since you enjoyed being a slave so much," he scoffed.
"How dare you--"
"Goodness, can't you two stop bickering for once....?" Ichigo frowned, glaring hard between the Gauls. "Just let it go for now, okay? It's getting late, so we'll figure it out tomorrow. All right?"
".... Fine, Ichigo," sighed Nel.
"Tch, whatever," grumbled Grimmjow, before walking away. Ichigo just frowned, now that he found out about the man's title it seemed that Grimmjow was becoming more cocky against his own master.
"Ichigo, now what? How are you going to do about that brute?" Nel frowned at him. "If he expected to boss you around, you should've just send him back and be done with it."
"But Nel, I already promised him to find his friend--"
"What if his friend's just like him, huh?" she scoffed lightly. "Being disrespectful to those who tried to help him, is that what you want? Do you really want to bare the embarrassment on you and your family if this keeps on continuing?"
"No, but.... it's really complicated to explain, Nel," sighed Ichigo, shaking his head. "However, if I got back on my promise now, then it'd cause more harm than good on his behalf and he wouldn't trust me again."
"Oh, Ichigo.... sometimes I often wonder about your intentions about things like this," Nel sighed deeply in exasperation. "I'm getting tired of it, but if that's what you want to do then be my guest."
"Sorry for making you worry like this, Nel," he muttered.
"It's all right, but if he steps out of line then I'd be the one to talk to him," she mumbled.
"Sorry.... anyway, good night, Nel," he sighed, walking away to go to his room. Nel just nodded, before moving for downstairs. But as she walked past the garden, she froze in surprise when she noticed Grimmjow leaning against one of the pillars with his arms crossed. She frowned, and Grimmjow frowned back at her before stepping forward.
".... I thought you went to sleep already," she frowned.
"You assumed wrong, woman," muttered Grimmjow. "Don't get me wrong, I may want my agendas to be accomplished but I'm not being selfish about it. It's just personal, that's all there to it."
"Well, you're being foolish, that's all I'm seeing," scoffed Nel. "First you despised being a slave from the start. But just when you gotten the opportunity to get out of it, you decided to stay as one. And for what? Just so you can keep an eye on Ichigo's promise for you?"
"It shouldn't concern you--"
"It concerns me when it involves Ichigo," she muttered. "Sending your friend here would be better for you, wouldn't it? Just another buffoon that I have keep an eye on, right?"
".... Even as a Gaul, you seem to be narrow-minded of what had happened," he frowned. "My friend.... he's pretty much the same age as that brat when he was taken away. He had barely began to understand what it's like to be a warrior, since he only came from a family of farmers, when I first took him in. If I find out that he were to be dead.... then it'd be my responsibilities, since I was the one who let him come with us at that time. But you wouldn't care about that, would you....? You wouldn't think that some incompetent beast like me can care for someone."
".... I see...." Nel sighed but Grimmjow just scoffed softly.
"I doubt it, you have blood of a Gaul but you turned your back against your heritage," he frowned.
"I didn't turn my back on it, at least on purpose--"
"Doesn't matter, because you would never know what's it like to live as I do there," he muttered. "You're so content of living as a slave that I don't think you even have pride for yourself."
".... You're right, I preferred living as slave for Ichigo and his family, but I do have pride," she sighed. "Not as a Gaul but as a human being. It takes more that just my birthright to tell me who I am." Grimmjow just gazed at her but smirked lightly as he scratched through his hair.
"You are some strong woman, I give you that," he remarked. "But this doesn't change my opinion of you."
"Same with you," Nel said.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed," he shrugged before turning to leave.
"Wait a minute, Grimmjow," she said, and the Gaul man glanced back at her.
"What now?"
"You wanted Ichigo to help you find your friend.... but you haven't told him his name or what he looks like," she replied. "Do you think.... you can tell me, so I can relay it to him tomorrow?"
"Might as well," he sighed tiredly. "His name's Diroy. He's pretty short but lanky.... his hair blond but nearly white, and he's missing a couple of teeth. I said that he's about the same age as that brat, about 16 years old-- or probably 17 now that it's halfway through summer. Now.... does that help you with any way you can find him now?"
"It's better than nothing," nodded Nel, as she walked past him. "Better get some sleep, you might have chores in the morning."
"Tch, what a waste of time," Grimmjow sighed as he followed after her.
(Blood and Sand)
".... So now what? We just gonna act like he's not some fancy warrior prince or something....?" Renji muttered, his thick crimson hair loose down his marked back as he slowly sat up in the large bed. He glanced over at his master, who covered himself with a robe as he stood up from the bed they shared from the night before. It had been always like this whenever the red-head would win in the gladiator games an it would end with them making love. "Byakuya," Renji muttered out his master's name, "You trusted me enough to say this to me, and why is that?"
"You're his sparring partner, and Ichigo's friends with Rukia, so of course I wish to say this to you," Byakuya sighed. "However, he seemed to have a verbal contract with Ichigo over something and until that is obligated, he agreed to be his servant."
"But that doesn't make any sense," Renji frowned. "He had mentioned plenty of times that he wouldn't submit into being a slave. So what's the deal?"
"Whatever it is, it's between him and Ichigo to discuss," he muttered quietly.
"Well that's strange...." he grumbled softly. His master said nothing but walked up to him and treaded his fingers lightly through his hair. "Then again.... he did mention to me that he has some goal to accomplish before. But he didn't say what, only that it was personal to him."
"Well, it's his business," sighed Byakuya. Renji glanced up at him in time to feel his lips against his own, and deepened it as he reached up to grip up at the raven strands of hair. ".... Renji, please," he murmured softly as he attempted to pull away but Renji smirked as he kissed him again.
"You started it, Master, I just thought I'd end it," he smirked, with his much greater strength he promptly pulled him onto his lap. Byakuya didn't react much to his roughness nor to his growing arousal underneath his thigh. Instead, he pushed the sheets to settle between his bare legs as he leaned to kiss his fighter.
"You're troublesome sometimes, Renji," he muttered.
"Sorry about that, Byakuya...." smirked Renji. But just before his master could go any further, a knock on the closed door startled both of them. Renji nearly scowled in disbelief and annoyance, while Byakuya gracefully got off his lap. "Shit, what a great time to interrupt us," he huffed.
"It might be an important," his master calmly replied as he walked up to the door and opened. Sure enough, it was a servant giving him a message in a form of a rolled up parchment before he closed the door. "Hmm.... apparently it is, Ichigo required to speak to me today regarding his slave," he said as he read through the message. "Something about the slave trade that he wished to look into."
"Really....? Isn't that just great?" grumbled the red-head, flopping into the pillows, his intimate stamina sunken down now. "Just great...."
Later....
Renji glowered in annoyance at Grimmjow, who frowned back in confusion, after Ichigo arrived with the Gaul to the magistrate's house. Apparently, while their masters were talking in the other room, the red-head seemed rather moody at the sight of him. Grimmjow found this odd, especially since the other man liked to goof around. ".... What crawled up in your ass?" frowned Grimmjow.
"More like what didn't," huffed Renji, crossing his arms. The blunet blinked at him, what does he mean by that?
"I don't get it," he frowned.
"Of course you wouldn't," he grumbled. "Because of you, I didn't get my usual morning-after fuck with my master."
"Tch, well sorry but I didn't need to hear that," scoffed Grimmjow as he rolled his eyes. "Besides, I don't get why we're here in the first place anyway. I just thought I would resume back to that ludus."
"Yeah, I also wonder why you're here," replied Renji. "My master mentioned that you and Ichigo had made a some kind of bargain, and if you get what you want then you'll go back to your country as a free man. Come on, Gaul.... you can tell me about it."
"Sorry, but I said that it's my personal agenda and I wish to keep it that way," shrugged Grimmjow. Renji raised an eyebrow in slight suspicion but let it go as he sighed, moving to lean against the wall near the closed door of his master's office. "But.... " Grimmjow muttered, catching the red-head's attention. "I want my goals to be met as fast as possible, and the only way it can be done is if I can get better battles and rise through the ranks."
"Huh? Really, that's what you want?" he frowned.
"Yeah, that way I can get into the primus so I can get what I want." Renji just blinked at him with a blank expression on his face. Only to realize what he had said, and laughed quite loudly, and Grimmjow frowned at him in confusion. "What? Did my reasons find it that amusing to you, Renji?" he scoffed.
"Fuck yeah, it's ridiculous!" he laughed. "First, you're the son of some high-ranking warrior leader and now this....!"
"Your master told you about that?" he questioned.
"Well of course, but still.... you, in the primus within a few weeks! That's just impossible!" he snorted in disbelief. Grimmjow just frowned, he had assumed that he would get into the best battle of the games but by the red-head's reaction it seemed harder than it looked. "You think you can get it just like that? Unless there's a fluke, like you defeating some of the best fighters of your master's rivals, there's just no way."
"Tch, if that's true then why aren't you fighting in the primus all the time?" frowned the Gaul.
"I have done it, twice, and it took me a few years just to require the first one," smirked Renji. "The second one, it was actually tough, because because I was hit in the shoulder and nearly died of bloodloss," he added, pulling back the short sleeve to reveal the deep yet fading scar over his left shoulder. "The slash was pretty deep, and I was out for a while, for some months actually. That can happen as a champion, you'll fall out of the public favor and you have to crawl back up in the ranks. And trust me, it's been nearly two years since I last been in the primus."
"So that's it, you're more experienced than me yet you can't get into the primus as easily as possible," Grimmjow concluded with a frown. "Shit, guess I'm not cut out for that."
"I pretty much doubt it, since you're a warrior prince," Renji smirked. Grimmjow glanced at him, before smirking as he chuckled a little.
"How long will you joke around like that?"
"Until it stops being funny, or you miraculously get into the primus," grinned Renji, just before the door opened. The red-head quickly wiped the smirk off his face as he stood at attention the moment Byakuya came out. Ichigo soon followed, and glanced at Grimmjow with a brief sense of relief. "Master...." muttered Renji at Byakuya, as if he wondered he could be allowed to ask a question.
"Well.... Ichigo explained just one part of the agreement, it explained why he has required my assistance. It is believed that one of Grimmjow's friends had survived the assault from the Roman army and had been sold into slavery." At that, Renji blinked in slight surprise before glancing over at the Gaul, who gazed at the magistrate as he listened carefully of his next words. "Since records of slave trading falls under my category, it'll take some time until I can find the person that matches the descriptions."
"So that explains why they came here to see you, Master," said Renji.
"Is that all? He didn't mention anything else?" questioned Grimmjow.
"No.... Ichigo only explained that part of the contract, not the rest of it," Byakuya shook his head. "However.... whatever this contract is, I assume that it wouldn't create any further rift between your country and the Roman Empire, since you are practically a noble," he added as he gazed at Grimmjow. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes back, but he put up a small smirk.
"I doubt it," he replied. Ichigo, however, just frowned out of doubt. But for now, he would do the more possible task. "Are we done here?"
"Yeah, let's go, Grimmjow," nodded Ichigo as he walked up to him.
"Wait a moment, Ichigo," muttered Byakuya, and the teen turned to him.
"Yes?"
"During our discussion.... I overheard Renji making comments about Grimmjow wishing to rise through the ranks in order to obtain the primus," he said, and both the teen and Gaul blinked in surprise.
"Oh, Byakuya, it's just wishful thinking--" explained Ichigo.
"I know, but if he wishes to do so, I suggest that you find a way," he nodded. "After all, you are his master and a master of a fighter would try to figure out how to gain popularity for him."
"Is that right....? Well, I'll try," sighed Ichigo before he glanced up at Grimmjow, who just smirked. "I'll talk to you later, Byakuya. Let's go, Grimmjow...."
"Heh," smirked Grimmjow as he followed after his teen master.
".... You think it's that entertaining, Master, for a man like him to become a champion?" Renji muttered as he watched them leave and stepped next to the slightly shorter man.
"Perhaps.... but he's from the tribe that relished in the height of battles," said Byakuya. "It makes more sense to keep him interested by making him stay as a gladiator. He is a Gaul, after all."
"I see...." he sighed.
".... Renji."
"Yes, Master?"
"I have work to do.... we cannot be intimate right now," he calmly chastised, despite that his slave was discreetly palming him through the thick toga.
"Tch, that's not fair," pouted Renji.
"There are always other slaves here that can satisfy your libido," he pointed out, going back to his office.
"But they often don't want to, they always have an excuse to turn me down....!"
(Blood and Sand)
"Ah, Ichigo, what can I do for you?" beamed Urahara, as Ichigo came by the ludus.
"You always ask me that.... but true, there is something you can do for me, Urahara," sighed Ichigo. The lanista blinked at him but smiled just the same as he fanned himself. "I was wondering if there's any games coming up soon. Mainly because Grimmjow wanted to fight enough to get through the ranks, and if possible, to the primus."
"Mm-hmm...." mused Urahara. "Come over here, Ichigo." Ichigo nodded and followed him out to the balcony. Below, he could see the usual fighters sparring with one another on the training ground. "Do you see what they're doing, Ichigo?" he asked rhetorically.
".... They're training for the next games," Ichigo answered, and Urahara gave him a light smile.
"It's much more than just training for the games," he sighed. "They're fighting for the highest positions they could get. Out of all of my fighters so far this year, only one or two have reached the primus. The last time it was Renji, but he was forced to get back where he started after being seriously injured."
"Really?" he muttered.
"The other.... is right there," he pointed at Ikkaku at the far corner, who was bickering with his lover as usual. "Took a deep cut down the left side of his abdomen, and was out for several months. It was a miracle that he had survived in the first place, considering that a hit like that would've been fatal to anyone else." Regardless of the heat, his snapped his fan shut as he glanced at Ichigo. "Your fighter had only done two fights, and he expects to be in the primus just like that, Ichigo?" he questioned. "I don't think he's good enough to do such a thing in his level right now. But.... why do you think I should find some games so he can participate in every single one?"
Ichigo sighed deeply, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead as he gazed up at the cloudless sky. "It's.... sorta complicated to explain," he muttered. "But where Grimmjow's from, he fights for a living so battles like these shouldn't be that hard for him. He wants to do it for his own gain but.... I can't help but feel a little admired about his persistence of wanting to be strong. And that's something I also feel a little jealous about."
"Hmm, well, I guess I can understand that, Ichigo," sighed Urahara. "However, as a lanista, I'd like to advise against you about going to every available game for him, as fighting consecutively can potentially wear down his body. But.... if you wish to take the chance, that's fine by me. I'll see if I can find any opening for him to participate."
"Thank you so much, Urahara," Ichigo smiled lightly. "I'll pay you back as soon as possible, once Grimmjow gains more grounds for himself."
"I know you will, Ichigo," Urahara smiled back.
(Blood and Sand)
Almost as soon as the teen came back home, he was promptly greeted by Grimmjow, who frowned in annoyance at him as he was holding a letter. "I didn't know you left, brat," he frowned, and Ichigo frowned back.
"I've told Nel that I was going to talk to Urahara, I assumed she'd tell you," he sighed.
"No, you know that woman doesn't like me so what's the point?" he scoffed, before handing him the letter. "I was gonna ask you to send this to my mother, but you were already gone soon after I finished writing."
"Oh, right, I.... oh...." Ichigo nodded, but his voice fell when he realized the Gaul wrote it in his native language and he frowned at the unknown scrawl on the parchment. "I see...." he muttered.
"Tch, what's wrong? You think the way I write it is too primitive for you?" frowned Grimmjow with a raised eyebrow.
"No, no, that's not it," Ichigo quickly replied. "It's just that, well.... the messengers would probably have a hard time giving this to your mother if they can't read your language."
"Oh, and yours is better than mine?" he questioned.
"I'm not saying that, Grimmjow," frowned the teen. "But it helps if I put an additional letter so it wouldn't get lost." Grimmjow huffed quietly but followed after him when Ichigo went upstairs. The blunet had never been to this part of the villa since being bought, and he frowned in apprehension once he saw him walking into his bedroom. "Come in, Grimmjow," gestured Ichigo, and Grimmjow finally stepped in. Almost immediately, the Gaul noticed Zangetsu lounging silently on the bed. He didn't even know there was a pet dog living here.
"So what are you going to write....?" he frowned lightly.
"Something similar to yours.... what's the name of your mother? I'm sure it'd be recognizable over there since she's used to be the wife of the chieftain," Ichigo asked as he sat by a small desk, taking out a fresh sheet of parchment.
".... You don't really have to do it, you know, it shouldn't be your business," he muttered.
"I have to anyway," he shrugged, before his expression saddened a little. "It's nice that you can still speak to your mother, though...." Grimmjow frowned but let it go as he sighed deeply.
"Her name's Rhiannon, if that's what you wanna know," he replied. With a thin reed-like intrument in hand, Ichigo blinked at him in slight surprise but nodded a little as he attempted to spell out the name.
"Rhi.... an.... non," he mumbled, jotting down the Roman letters. Grimmjow glanced over the teen's head and his eyebrows tensed at the so-called language he was writing. It looked neat and more refined compared to the jagged crude lines from his peoples' written language. It would look primitive within the Roman civilization. "Grimmjow.... what have you written on the letter? I'm sure it can help with the translation," Ichigo muttered.
"It's personal, brat, why should you care?" Grimmjow scoffed lightly but Ichigo frowned at him.
"Well, you can't write saying that you became a slave and serving under me," he berated. "Like Byakuya had said, it'll cause a rift between your tribe and the Roman army, since you came from a powerful one. You have to, well.... lighten the truth a little."
"Hhmph, if you think so...." Grimmjow grumbled, as he took the letter he had written. "If you wish to know, then I'll tell you.... 'Mother, this is your child Grimmjow, son of Criturix the past chieftain of the Viromandui tribe. I am writing this letter to reveal to you that I am alive due to regrettable circumstances months ago. I'm sure that you've already heard, that my friends are presumed dead, and you thought I was among them. I am sorry for that, but I have been through a difficult travel since that incident, until I have been settled to the city of Rome. There.... I have been training the ways of the warriors who called themselves gladiators. They are the ones who have me interested, and such I'm fighting as one and hoping to become known as my skills. Not as an underling to the Roman society, but as a proud Gaul man who haven't forgotten his bloodline. Soon, I'll make sure that I'll come home to the village after I finish with my goals and take back the title that had been my father's. I will write you more letters as soon as I gain more money from my winning and send it to you....' So...."
"Uh-huh?" mumbled Ichigo.
"So what do you think of my letter, brat....?" Grimmjow questioned as he glanced over at the teen. But he blinked in total surprise when the teen had already written down what he had said out loud so quickly. "Shit, you're finished already?" he scoffed lightly.
"Well, of course," Ichigo nodded as he looked up at him with a slight smirk. "I was taught how to take notes from dictations. I only tweaked up the words but it's just the same, although I never expected that you can write so good based on your words. Anyway, writing dictations comes quite handy when you have to take on the career of your father."
"Huh...." Grimmjow sighed with a shrug. "What does your father do, anyway?"
"He helps with the imports that comes through Rome," he sighed. "I know, it doesn't sound that exciting compare to yours."
"Of course it doesn't," Grimmjow commented with a smirk. "Another reason that you're a weakling, I don't see how that shitty military will ever accept you."
"I guess so," sighed Ichigo as he stood up, glancing at the Gaul's well-toned physique. Even under the wool tunic, he could see the muscles tightening underneath the taut fabric. "I'm not like you, but I wish I could be strong."
"Well, maybe if you can become a gladiator, you can be strong," he smirked lightly. Ichigo just shrugged, picking up his translated letter before taking Grimmjow's.
"I told Urahara about your plan of getting into the primus as quickly as possible," he said. "He aleady organized you into the upcoming game.... which is in a couple of days. So you better train up first thing tomorrow morning, Grimmjow."
"Good, and after that one?" he asked.
"The day after that game," nodded Ichigo, before putting up a concerned frown. "But it's not possible to keep on fighting battle after battle just like that. You could get too worn out to even take on the primus."
"Tch, you're talking to the Gaul who had taken down over a dozen weak fuckers from a rival tribe all on his own," he snorted.
"But these are not the same type of men that you can take down easily, Grimmjow," he frowned. "Remember, you underestimated Ginjou and it nearly cost you your life. From what Urahara had told me, your next opponent's pretty brutal and can hack you down if you leave too much openings."
"Well, that won't happen as long as I kill him first and win," Grimmjow scoffed with a smirk, before turning to leave. "You better make sure that you send that letter, or else I'll kick your ass," he muttered as he left the room.
"Not if Nel kicks yours first," sighed Ichigo.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo just frowned in utter annoyance. He knew that there were miniaturized versions of arenas clustered around the city, but he had never expected it to be so crowded and more rowdy. Not to mention so loud to the point of deafness. He sat within a couple of rows of cheering audiences as he had a clear angular view of the small rectangular arena. He had to bare with it since he wanted Grimmjow to prevail, but even with every win possible it would still be hard to require the primus. He had watched the first few battles, and all of them had ended with a very bloody mess and the defeated fighters would most likely not to survive.
The sandy ground was practically soaked in blood but nobody seemed to care as the audience cheered impatiently for the next battle to begin. And the next battle was the one Grimmjow was in. This was what the Gaul wanted, to fight with such large amount of bloodlust. He had seen how he was on his first win, it was nearly tantalizing yet rather scary of how Grimmjow had proudly held up the decapitated head and glared over at the pulvinus. But.... now that he thought about it, Ichigo doesn't think that Grimmjow was looking at him.... He wondered if his reasons to get revenge on Ginjou was nothing more than pure hatred at the army commander. It would make sense.... yet after that warning Byakuya gave a few days before was giving him an ill feeling about the Gaul's plans.
A short moment later, the crowd cheered louder and Ichigo turned his attention to the small arena. A fighter happened to be a Thraex came out, and by the looks of him he appeared a lot stronger than the one Grimmjow faced a few days back. It wasn't long until Grimmjow-- or Bestia to the public-- stepped out to the blood-soaked ground; he wore a similar fin-lined helmet like last time but rusty just the same as Murmillo-type fighters were nearly forgotten in the past decades. Many cheered for the Gaul to win while the others cheered for his death, but it was nothing but a deafening roar to Ichigo's ears.
Grimmjow, meanwhile, glared up at the audience before his narrowed eyes fell on Ichigo quite easily due to the bright orange hair. It seemed that these small arenas were making the people in their seats rowdy with the thirst for blood. He grinned, guess he couldn't blame them. ".... Begin!" the announcer called out, and almost immediately both fighters charged at each other. Grimmjow dodged the swing from the Thraex tried to counterstrike only to have his own swing blocked.
"Shit....!" he scoffed, quickly stepping back. The brat was right about underestimating this opponent. Grimmjow growled as he parried against his strike before being pushed back by the other man's brute strength with the shield. "You fucker!" he snarled as he moved back just in time to dodge the next strike. This Thraex was far more experienced than the feeble one he was forced to leave alive.
As the battle turned aggressive, Ichigo bit his bottom lip as he watched with concern, unaware that within the top row of seats were men dressed in plain tunics who happened to be Ginjou's subordinates. It was pointless to hide something like this from the army commander, as news of Grimmjow fighting flickered around the city before falling to Ginjou's ears. He wouldn't show his face to such a place like this one, as his appearance would create great discomfort to the public. Meanwhile, Ichigo flinched the moment the Thraex slashed at Grimmjow's face. A rather shallow cut on his cheek, it turned out, but the Gaul snarled at the fact that the first blood was his.
"You fucking piece of shit!" he snarled heatedly, stepping forward to parry another strike. Even with the opponent's smaller shield and sword, he was finding it hard to find a good opening. He stepped back and quickly stalked around him, only the back was bare to strike but the Thraex instantly moved the moment it was noticed and charged at him. Grimmjow gritted his teeth and ducked down the moment the small curved blade tried to hack at him. But within a microsecond, he noticed a new opening and grinned as he countered with a slash at the abdomen. The opponent stepped in enough time to miss the blade penetrating through him, only to have his side deeply sliced. The crowd cheered at more blood spilled, while Ichigo smiled lightly at the Gaul's upper hand.
"Yes, you can do this, Grimmjow....!" he muttered.
Many eyes watched Grimmjow, who sneered as the Thraex staggered back now the he was bleeding heavily. Grimmjow smirked, if he could take another strike or two then he would win. With the deep injury, his opponent now left his defenses open and his offense was barely holding up. He charged forward with his sword raised for a strike, barely being blocked by the smaller shield as he managed to nick him at his chest. "Shit, you're still fighting to get fucked....?" he sneered with his sharp teeth.
"Fucking Gaul.... one day, your cock will be torn from your body and shoved up your ass," gritted his opponent as he staggered. Clearly the bloodloss was getting to him. Grimmjow just smirked as he stalked around him. He could try to pity him of how pathetic he appeared to be, but what he had seen so far before his turn it was kill or be killed.
"Sorry, but I can't die just yet," he smirked, just before he side-stepped from the man's strike. He countered back with his own attack, slashing at his abdomen. Everybody cheered as more blood splattered across the sand, as the Thraex collasped to the ground.
"Kill him....! Kill him, Bestia! Kill!" chanted many of the audience. Grimmjow laughed, he had already won but the man was already dying and if they wanted a true ending of the battle then they will get it.
"Yehahh....!" he yelled out triumphantly, his sword thrusted straight down at the man's chest. The Thraex choked blood as well as the last of his breaths the moment he moved the blade away. "Like I said.... it's not my time to die," Grimmjow sneered. Tossing his shield and helmet aside, he surprisingly thrusted his hand into the opened chest wound. Many people gasped in disbelief at what was now happening, as did Ichigo with his eyes widened. A second later, it was revealed that the Gaul pulled out a bloody heart, still pumping as if the body was still alive.
"Shit," Ichigo grimaced at the sight, although surrounding audience roared excitedly at the victory of the Gaul, who cackled as he tossed the heart aside. The teen wished that Grimmjow didn't have to kill to win but that would have fallen on deaf ears anyway. But he put up a small smile, at least he didn't have to worry about his fighter being injured for tomorrow's next games. But through all the excitements, the plain clothed soldiers sneaked out the crowd, leaving to tell their superior what had happened.
(Blood and Sand)
".... Tch, he stood unscathed while another fell, you say?" Ginjou questioned quietly as he was sitting behind his desk, his eyes narrowed at his subordinates with disappointment. "I don't get this.... he claimed that he is the son of a past chieftain of a fearsome tribe. Yet he fell by my sword that day, as if he had never experienced a real battle in his life. If he were to be a real noble then he would've injured me no matter how superficial."
"M-maybe because we outnumbered him and his men then and we would've retaliated should you fall--" replied one of the soldiers, only to get hit in the face by an empty cup. Ginjou barely faltered in his stone expression the moment he saw blood saturating the man's hair. Nor did he falter with his favorite slave hiding underneath his desk as Tsukishima silently sucked him off.
"You honestly think I could get my ass kicked by some fucking Gaul?" he frowned.
"N-no, sir...." the bleeding man answered meekly.
"I thought so," he scoffed softly. "Is there a reason why he and Ichigo was doing there, beside for the Gaul to fight?"
"That's just it, sir, the Gaul killed his opponent by taking out his heart with his bare hands," muttered the other soldier. At that, Ginjou scoffed in disbelief, his hand reaching down to grasp Tsukishima by the roots of his hair though the slave didn't react to the roughness.
"His bare hands.... who knew he can do that?" he grumbled. "Do you know when he's fighting again?"
"From what I heard, he's to fight tomorrow afternoon, sir."
"Tch.... you're dismissed, you pieces of shit," he commanded, and the soldiers bowed their heads before leaving him. "Shit, what is Ichigo trying to do?" he muttered as he hung his head back. "With so many fights, what is he trying to accomplish? Does it have to do with him trying to find that shitty friend of that Gaul?"
He groaned softly at the slick feeling around his erection, his tightened grip on Tsukishima's hair lessened as he finally climaxed into his slave's mouth. It was expected as Tsukishima immediately swallowed the warm substance before pulling away. ".... Did that please you, Master?" he muttered as he glanced up at the army commander.
"Yeah, that's good enough," sighed Ginjou. "Get me a new cup, I think I broke that one when I threw it."
"Of course, Master...."
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow hissed in annoyance the moment the healing salve sealed over the fresh cut on his cheek and started to burn. He could take the pain and the injuries from the gladiator games, yet the healing part was something that he dreaded the most. "Shit, fuck! You can't make medicine that doesn't burn or taste like boar shit?" he scoffed at the flustered slave.
"I'm sorry but that's how it works!" Orihime stammered, while Nel rolled his eyes at the antics.
"I swear, I can't believe that some bfrute like you couldn't take one simple medicine," she scoffed.
"Don't start, woman," he growled at her. "Why're you here, anyway? I don't recall that brat calling you here."
"Just to make that you don't scare Orihime to death," frowned Nel. "But if you dare to do so in my presence--"
"It's not like I'll do it on purpose, so go away!" he scoffed in annoyance.
"I-it's all right, Nel, I'm already done here!" Orihime smiled nervously. "I don't think that he'll need any more....!"
"All right then, you can leave, Orihime," nodded Nel. The teen slave left the Gaul's room, but Nel stayed behind to glare down at Grimmjow, who glared back. "For once, can't you be nice to that girl? It's not like she deserves it."
"Tch, that's not my problem," he frowned.
"Oh, let me guess.... where you're from, women are so tough that they could take being berated at, is that it?" frowned Nel.
"Very funny, woman," he huffed as he got up from his bed and walked up to the small table where his dinner was left. "Although.... you're right about that, guess it's a force of habit," he shrugged, picking up a bowl of stew and greedily slurped it down.
"That's a force of habit, as well, not being able to use a spoon?" she scoffed lightly.
"Heh, you like to jest on me, don't you?" he smirked, licking his lips after finishing his dish. "I did come from a tough tribe, so the women there have to just as fearsome. That explains why my father chose my mother.... he asked her hand in marriage immediately after seeing her taking down an aggressive buck on her own."
".... Really?" Nel muttered in slight interest.
"Yeah, she told me that with a single arrow she killed that deer right between the eyes.... and my father was only impressed when he was unknowingly in the way of her target and was nearly got shot right by his face," he muttered. Nel stared at him, and noticed in surprise that his expression was completely relaxed with a fond smile. But when Grimmjow glanced back, his face quickly twitched into a slight scowl before picking up his half-eaten bread. "What? You think that's an unlikely love story to believe, woman?"
"No.... it's unique in its own way but it sounded sincere with the way you told it," Nel smiled lightly. "Your mother sounds very strong, both literally and figuratively."
"Well, she's the only family I got.... I'm her only surviving child anyway, since two of my younger siblings died before they even learned how to walk," he muttered. "That aside, did that brat send out the letter? I wanna make sure that it happened?"
"Oh, I'm not sure," she shrugged. "Maybe you should ask him, but he really wouldn't forget something like that."
"Fine, I'll talk to him myself," frowned Grimmjow as he stepped out of the room, munching on the bread. Nel put up a small smile as she watched him leaving, she could never guess that the Gaul could be tender-hearted. Grimmjow walked outside to the cool night air, a light wind breezed on his skin. He walked quietly past the garden, when a spot of orange caught his eyes and stopped to notice the teen.
Ichigo was sitting silently on the edge of the fountain, gazing up at the clear night sky glittered with stars. Grimmjow sighed before stepping into the garden, the rustling of large leaves that brushed past his legs startled Ichigo and he turned his head to notice the Gaul. ".... Grimmjow, thought you'd be sleeping by now," he muttered. "Tomorrow's the next game, you need to get some rest."
"I know, just wanna know if you sent the letter already," he said as he stepped closer.
"Oh, that.... yeah, on the day you gave it to me," he nodded with a light smile. "Are you nervous about when it'll reach your mother?"
"Tch, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Grimmjow scoffed but Ichigo smiled nonetheless.
"No need to be like that, it's human nature to care after all," he sighed, before turning back to star gazing. Grimmjow frowned but stepped closer to the teen, and sat at a fair distance from him at the fountain edge. ".... You ever stared at stars, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked out of the blue.
"Huh?" Grimmjow frowned at him.
"You stare at them, wondering how the gods had created them?" Ichigo asked quietly.
".... Not really, I don't care much about stars," frowned Grimmjow. "The moon, though.... my father used to think that it holds powers for the hunters, that's why he often liked to hunt late at night on the full moon."
"Ah, guess your gods are no different than mine, we Romans have a moon goddess too," Ichigo said. "Her name's Diana, she's also the goddess of hunting and nature. My family pretty much worshipped her and her twin, the sun god Apollo."
".... Why're you telling me this?" Grimmjow questioned, but not out of annoyance as he glanced over at him.
"Dunno," shrugged the teen, continuing watching the stars. "It makes me think about my own mother, I guess. My father once told me that I was born under the light of a full moon, yet my hair was like the color of rising sun. It explained why we worshipped those twin gods.... That, and the fact that I have twin sisters. That's considered great luck to have living twins being born, after all Rome was founded by twin men Romulus and Remus."
"Who are they?"
"Brothers who were said to be the sons of Mars and a priestess, and they were warriors who rallied townspeople to go against their tyrannical uncle who happened to be a king," explained Ichigo. "After taking him down, they then founded the city of Rome by coupling with the ancient Sabine women in order to create the original Roman people."
"So.... what happened after that?" asked Grimmjow.
"Romulus killed his brother and became the first king," Ichigo replied with a short laugh, while Grimmjow snorted in disbelief.
"And you think us Gauls are that barbaric," he scoffed.
"Yeah, but the history of Rome is full of legends and mythology.... though some are considered never to be spoken again out of disdain," muttered Ichigo as he finally glanced at him. "I've heard that you think Renji is a Thracian. Yet Thracians are often frowned upon to have as a slave.... because of one who dared to defy the Roman society." Grimmjow blinked at his words and frowned at him in slight confusion.
"What're you talking about? Some Thracian had the Romans shitting themselves, that can't be true," he scoffed.
"But it happened, and many of us really cannot speak of it so lightly," Ichigo sighed before staring down at his lap. "This Thracian.... at first, he was working for the Roman army as an auxillary soldier for some years. Not much was known of what happened, but it was believed that he tried to rebel against the army and as a result he was sentenced to death in the gladiator games. But.... he survived by killing his executioners and as a result he was pulled into becoming a gladiator. As a gladiator, he became successful but because he was a slave he despised being controlled by the Romans like a weapon for amusement. It wasn't long until he finally found the courage to rebel once again.... but this time he did it, with the help of other enslaved gladiators."
"Really now....?" Grimmjow questioned with a sense of interest in his tone. "How did he manage to escape?"
"Well.... he became the leader of the escaped slaves who wished to follow him, and his followers grew to rival that of the Roman army legion. Even against the most experienced soldiers, he and the rebellious slaves had won nearly every battle. Even the one at Mount Vesuvius, where they have won against a fearsome leader of the Roman army. And yet, after that.... the Thracian was soon defeated in the final battle, and died with his sword in his hands like a warrior." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and gazed at the teen, who resumed back to stargazing.
"What's the point of telling me that story?" he questioned quietly.
".... Though he was responsible for causing chaos, some considered him a hero for the uprising of the oppressed slaves," muttered Ichigo. "But because of his determination, many Romans were unadmittedly fearful of how they control certain slaves like gladiators. I, however.... actually think that he's a legend in his own way."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone about that, it's really shocking that some nobleman admire some rebellious slave," he smirked lightly. He then glanced at the Gaul and scratched through his hair. "One tall tale I've heard of him when he was still a gladiator.... it was during one of the worst droughts in history, when he had defeated one opponent that was thought to be unstoppable. The moment he killed him.... the heavens miraculously opened up and it rained for days."
"That sounds hard to believe, for that to happen from just one man," Grimmjow frowned lightly. By now, he dusted his hands off crumbs after finishing up the bread.
"Yeah, well.... a story like that, it was the reason why I wanted a gladiator in the first place," Ichigo sighed as he stood up. Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows at his comment, but didn't say much as the teen walked by him. "Wouldn't that be nice to dream like that, Grimmjow, that you can become a legend yourself?" he asked.
"Is that why you bought me, so you think I can do the impossible?" Grimmjow frowned as he stood up, pretty much towering over his master as he stared down on him.
"You survived the attack from the army, that's practically impossible in itself," Ichigo smiled lightly. "Go to bed, Grimmjow, I'm sure that you'll need it," he advised before walking away. Grimmjow, as he watched him walking into the dark hallways, frowned deeply in slight confusion. Yet he was intrigued, the sound of being a legend was tempting to grasp.
He smirked lightly, shaking his head as he returned back to the slaves' quarters. "That brat's too naive for his own good, that's for sure...." he smirked.
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Yays! I've downloaded more Bleach yaoi, and plenty of them are made by this one lady who likes a lot of Shiro and Ichigo and also Kon whe he's in Ichi's body! My favorites are the ones with OCs based on Ichigo's alter egos! They are Tripleberry Au Lait and Lollipop Carnival, and they are both raunchy to say the least. With Kon, I liked Hot Summer! and it was rather explicit, not to mention messy . . . .! *giggles* Oh well, I gotta get to writing on the next chapter!
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