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Middle Grounds	By : Sena Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Karakura town. 2 weeks before war.

Ichigo’s mind was an absolute chaos.

After their last talk in his inner world, Shiro hadn’t tried any sexual approach with the arrancar for two days, and nothing indicated that something unusual had happened. Ichigo was starting to grow hopes on an easy win on Shiro’s bet, even despite the mocking retorts from Inoue in that subject. His friend only laughed at his uneasiness with Grimmjow, and looked completely sure than he would surrender eventually to his unsettling desires for the arrancar.

However, all these hopes were crushed yesterday. To Ichigo’s utter disbelief, Shiro decided to move his relation with Grimmjow to the next level and the arrancar allowed him to do all sort of weird things. ‘Weird’ to say the least…, Shiro had the time of his life with the espada, and now Ichigo was left with some disturbing images that will be burned forever in his mind.

Grimmjow appeared that evening with his usual grin. As soon as they met, the arrancar approached him unsheathing his sword as if nothing had happened the day before. For a moment, Ichigo considered the possibility of pretending that yesterday hadn’t existed, but as soon as he met Grimmjow’s blue stare, one image came back. The image of a bloody Grimmjow with his arm securely tied on his back, kneeling in front of Shiro with an incredibly lustful stare. Those blue eyes had been looking through the golden ones, being recorded forever in Ichigo’s memory.

Sighing, Ichigo approached an old tree and let his body rest on the trunk, cursing when instead of the wood, he noticed Zangetsu pressing on his back. Swearing under his breath, he discarded his zanpakuto unceremoniously to the ground and leaned back again. Gathering all his courage, he crossed his arms on his chest and looked at the arrancar. “I can’t believe you let him fuck you like this…”

Grimmjow looked him mildly surprised. “You didn’t enjoy it, Kurosaki? Or are you just jealous?”

Ichigo’s voice took an exasperated tone. “You’re stronger than him.”

“So what?” The arrancar tilted his head clearly amused.

“I thought you wouldn’t let someone weaker than you…. Do that to you!”

Grimmjow snorted and stepped closer to the young boy. His voice lowered, but kept the amused edge. “I wouldn’t let someone weak. But Shiro was strong enough to handle me the other day, and I wasn’t soft on him, as you might remember…”

Ichigo blushed profusely at the memory. “I do remember. But… I thought… fuck, he could have killed you!”

Grimmjow stopped a few feet in front of him. His voice was thicker now and his eyes shined darker. “You don’t understand a fucking thing, Kurosaki. We fuck because we enjoy it. And you can’t enjoy this kind of shit if you don’t trust you partner. I could have killed him the other day but he trusted me enough to let me go all the way. It shouldn’t have been fair if I didn’t reciprocate.”

The arrancar saw something flicker in Ichigo’s gaze, as if the shinigami couldn’t accept it… as if he had known what Shiro wanted but hadn’t believed it possible… Suddenly, he realized that the hollow had been playing with them. Both days. He laughed and approached Ichigo, now clearly enjoying the situation.

“You knew what he had in mind… and you thought I wouldn’t let him have his way…” He pointed out. Ichigo didn’t replay.

“Why are you so upset, Kurosaki?” He stalked closer until he had Ichigo trapped between him and the tree.

“I’m not upset, asshole.” He desperately tried to look unperturbed by the proximity of the arrancar, but his body was already reacting.

Grimmjow easily read through his nervousness and moved closer, resting his arm on the trunk at the side of Ichigo’s face. Ichigo realized he was almost in the same position that had been in Hueco Mundo, before the hollows appeared. That day, his control almost cracked and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. Before anything went out of control, he shoved Grimmjow back. The arrancar’s face shined with a winning grin when Ichigo failed miserably to push him away and instead he pinned the boy harder against the wood. “Are you afraid of me, shinigami?”

“Of course not. Get the hell out of here. I’m not in the mood to play.”

“Why this sudden hurry? I thought you liked me more than that…”

The shinigami closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to avoid those mesmerizing eyes, but couldn’t escape from the rough low voice that was now whispering in his neck. Grimmjow pressed his tight between Ichigo’s legs and noticed the shinigami hardening. The boy blushed furiously and twisted desperately to get free, but stilled when he felt the arrancar’s sharp teeth grazing his throat. “Are you afraid now, Ichigo?”

He shivered but still refused to let go. His arms fell limp to his sides and he tried to hold on his fraying self-control. “No, I’m not. Let me go, Grimmjow.”

“Why?” He licked his neck up, speaking at his earlobe.

“Because I don’t want to be here. I’m not gonna fuck with you.” He managed to sound convincing, but the arrancar didn’t seem to mind.

“Why not?” While he talked, Ichigo could feel a tongue playing with his earlobe.

“I don’t want to.”

Grimm chuckled. “Your body speaks otherwise.”

This time there was no hesitation in Ichigo’s voice. “Fine, but my mind doesn’t give a shit about what my body wants, so, let me fucking go!”

Grimmjow released him and moved a step backwards. “I never thought you would be such a fucking coward, Kurosaki.”

Ichigo frowned, irritated to hear the same words that Shiro had used a few days ago. “I’m not a coward.”

“Yes, you are.” Grimmjow rested his arm on his hipbone and tilted his head with challenging eyes, in a half mocking gesture. “You know what you want but you don’t dare to take it. You are a fucking coward.”

Ichigo’s resolution faltered for a moment and Grimmjow took advantage of his brief hesitation. He pressed him again, harder this time, grinding their bodies together. Ichigo hissed at the friction but the arrancar pressed on, lowering his hand to blatantly massage Ichigo’s groin. When the shinigami made no move to push him away, Grimmjow liked again his neck up to his ear, whispering huskily. “I could make you feel so good… Trust me, Ichigo, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He bit his lobe softly. “At least, I’m not gonna hurt you more than you can take.”

Ichigo felt his resolve slowly cracking. He had promised Shiro that he would give the arrancar a try if he succeeded in his attempts… and he had bloody succeeded. He might be scared, but he had never broken a promise and he won’t be starting now. On the other hand, it was not as if he didn’t want it. He had been lusting for Grimmjow for quite a while now, and even Inoue had been encouraging him. He was still an arrancar, but Ichigo was past caring at this point, so maybe it was time to stop denying what he really wanted.

He held a grip on the blue hair and forced the arrancar out of his neck. When their eyes met, Grimmjow could see the resolve in the shinigami stare. “I’m not that easy to hurt, arrancar.”

Ichigo forced Grimmjow’s head forward and crushed their mouths together, biting hard on the arrancar’s lip and tasting his blood for the first time. The arrancar was more than pleased that Ichigo had finally surrendered, and wasted no time. He quickly kissed him back, forcing his tongue on Ichigo’s mouth, completely devouring him. Ichigo moaned softly at the arrancar assault and bucked forward to grind his arousal against Grimmjow’s thigh.

Grimmjow had never been the example of patience, and he had been lusting for the shinigami longer than Ichigo had. As soon as he found the boy eagerly responding, he dragged him away from the tree and threw him thoughtlessly to the ground.

Ichigo was about to complain but held his tongue at the sight of Grimmjow removing his jacket and approaching him with a predatory grace. The shinigami swallowed and hesitated for a moment, but he had no time to think further because the arrancar was on him again. Ichigo seated, leaning on his arms, and watched slightly apprehensive as Grimmjow stopped in front of him and was raising Pantera to his chest. Ichigo didn’t miss the fact that Zangetsu was out of range, still laying close to the tree, and this was the first time he was really unarmed at the hands of the espada.

A shiver ran down his spine when he noticed the blade unfastening his jacket and pushing the black fabric aside from his left shoulder. He forced himself to remain still while watching the clothes fall down to his elbow and raised his gaze to stare at the arrancar. Grinning, he moved the blade to the other side, brushing the sharp metallic tip against his skin. He was gladly surprised that the shinigami had made no move to stop him so far, so he pushed the situation a little further. Ichigo could only see a faint smirk in Grimmjow’s face before a sharp pain pierced through his chest. He tilted his head back hissing at the burning feeling, closing his eyes and pressing his fists tightly against the ground. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look again at the arrancar, hardly managing to remain still while Grimmjow draw Pantera excruciatingly slow along his upper chest until the clothes fell also from the other shoulder. All the way, the blade had been ripping through his skin, and his torso was now covered with crimson rivulets dropping down from the long shallow cut.

Grimmjow’s face showed a wolfish grin as he fell on his knees and crawled forward to lick the thick red streams, angling his head to look up at the shinigami. Watching carefully Ichigo’s reaction, he slowly moved his tongue all over his bloody torso, licking him clean and never breaking eye contact. Ichigo breath became erratic as he fought with himself to keep his mouth shut and their eyes locked. When Grimmjow’s tongue reached the fresh wound, he pressed his mouth and sucked hard. Ichigo hissed sharply and closed his eyes for a moment, but opened them again when he found Grimmjow’s lips suddenly pressed on his own. He unconsciously opened his mouth to let him in, and was barely surprised to felt Grimmjow’s mouth filled with his recently sucked blood. For a moment, he remembered that blood loss was one the main reasons to avoid this kind of situation but Grimmjow’s wicked tongue dancing on his mouth was preventing any rational thought from settling in Ichigo’s mind.

When they broke the kiss panting softly, the arrancar moved his head aside to graze his teeth on the shinigami’s neck and felt the cold shiver that run through Ichigo’s body. Grimmjow looked again at his eyes, and easily read the concern hardly buried below his late found resolve.

“I’ve told you I’m not gonna to hurt you, Kurosaki.”

Ichigo snorted faintly and tilted the head to his chest. “And what would you call it?”

Grimmjow chuckled and licked his lips. “A scratch?”

Ichigo rolled his eyes in dismay. When he focused again in the amused arrancar in front of him, he realized he was still holding Pantera. That cut hadn’t truly been more than a scratch, but he was not sure if he will be able to handle any deeper wound as eagerly as Grimmjow had done the previous day. Sighing, he tried to sound more confident that he really felt. “Could you at least drop your zanpakuto?”

Grimmjow easily read the fear laying under Ichigo’s words, surprised that the shinigami had actually let him go that far. He hadn’t planned to slice him further, but the boy didn’t need to know that. Smirking, he sat on his heels and raised Pantera between them, brushing Ichigo’s throat with its sharp blade. Ichigo’s body tightened, holding his breath, as the cold metal pressed slightly against his pulse point. Grimmjow noticed the boy tensing under him, and when Ichigo didn’t move despite his obvious fear, he removed the zanpakuto grinning, letting it fall to the ground by their side.

“You’re too tense, Kurosaki. You’re supposed to be enjoying this.”

Ichigo swallowed and dropped down on his back, removing the jacket from his arms and breathing slightly easier at the sight of the zanpakuto tossed aside. Grimmjow didn’t miss his relief and crawled unhurriedly atop of him.

“You feel safer now, shinigami?” The arrancar voice was low and thick and his dark eyes seemed to look directly through his soul. “You really think that I need a sword to hurt you?” He brushed his lips on Ichigo’s and when the shinigami opened his mouth waiting for his tongue, he moved backwards. “You should stop thinking, Ichigo.” Smirking at the stunned boy, he moved to his neck, grazing his teeth where the zanpakuto had been a moment ago.

“You know I’m not a human, or a shinigami. I’m not gonna be soft on you, and that’s exactly what you are craving for.” His voice was rough against Ichigo’s neck, and his words went directly to heat up his stirring mind. The arrancar kept whispering on his earlobe. “Stop the fucking thinking and feel. Feel the danger, the power, your life in my hands…”

He moved again to the young boy’s neck. “You know I’m gonna hurt you.” He bit Ichigo in the crook of his neck, hard enough to leave a mark but without breaking his skin. Ichigo hissed and buried his hands in Grimmjow’s hair. For a moment, the arrancar thought he was going to push him away, but the shinigami just hold him there. Grinning, he went on. “But you also know that you’re gonna enjoy it.” He licked the bite mark and moved to face him, kissing him hungrily. “Enjoy the freedom to know that you don’t need to hide anything from me, you can moan, groan, scream or cry. It doesn’t matter because I’m not gonna stop. And you’re gonna enjoy every fucking minute.”

When Ichigo felt his own moan, he realized he was losing his mind under that rough voice and those hungry kisses. He mildly wondered if he should surrender so easily, but Grimmjow was already moving to his naked chest and licking a wet trail until his tongue brushed a nipple. When the arrancar bit roughly the hardened peak, Ichigo knew Grimmjow had already won as he groaned loudly at the blinding sensation.

Grimmjow grinned proudly at Ichigo’s moan and moved upwards again, looking at the chocolate eyes with a lust filled stare. He smirked wickedly against Ichigo’s lips and spoke again before the boy could say any coherent sentence. “Soon enough, you will be begging for me to fuck you harder and rougher, Ichigo.”

Ichigo’s mind was on fire. Forgetting all his reluctances, he lowered his hand to unfasten Grimmjow’s hakama. The arrancar grinned at the sight of the boy taking the lead and wasted no time in tearing Ichigo’s own hakama to pieces, carelessly ripping them out with a wicked grin.

Keeping the blue gaze locked on the flushed face of the shinigami, he slowly lowered his head to take him fully into his mouth. Ichigo instinctively tried to buck forward but the espadas’s hand kept him pinned firmly onto the ground.

When Ichigo’s moans grew louder and deeper, Grimmjow moved to lick his inner tights. Ichigo was so lost in the blinding pleasure that didn’t feel the teeth grazing his soft skin, but he did feel the fangs biting hard. He hissed at the unexpected pain, but had no time to complain as Grimmjow’s tongue started licking from that point up to Ichigo’s balls.

Ichigo hardly managed to get a hold on Grimmjow’s hair and dragged the arrancar up to crush him into another heated kiss. Grimmjow looked at the flushed shinigami and when he spoke again, his dark voice made Ichigo completely forget the list of reason he had to not be in this situation.

“I’m gonna enjoy doing this with you because you’re strong enough to take it” He paused for a moment, looking into the chocolate eyes, before continuing. “And you are gonna love it because you know that I’m not really gonna hurt you, and I’m gonna make you see fucking stars.”

Ichigo couldn’t deny that it was exactly what he had wanted for a long time. Not trusting his voice, he lowered his hands to push Grimmjow’s hakama down and boldly massaged his groin. The arrancar moaned softly and couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of the eager body displayed in front of him. Testing Ichigo’s resolve, he stretched his hand to reach for Pantera and didn’t miss the familiar shiver that ran through Ichigo’s spine. The boy trie to hide it, but Grimmjow easily recognize the flicker of uncertainty in his half closed eyes.

The arrancar realized that despite his pretended resolve, Ichigo was still apprehensive to let him go. So, he decided to take his time, and after a brief struggle with the hilt of his zanpakuto, he discarded again the sword and focused on the flushed body laying below him.

Smiling delightedly, Grimmjow resumed his assault, making him bleed from all sorts of shallow wounds from nail cuts and bites, and after every wound, he licked and sucked his soft flesh until Ichigo was panting heavily, and was slowly surrendering to the pain-pleasure waves that pierced through his body. When he was moaning in mindless abandon, Grimmjow placed a ring on his cock and continued the assault before the shinigami could even registered what had he done, and kept teasing the young boy with tongue, mouth and teeth. Not long after, Ichigo finally felt the tension rise, but when the pleasure spiked his body only constricted in a dry orgasm. A litany of curses followed his disappointment, his body craving for release, but Grimmjow didn’t stop.

With a Chesire grin on his face, Grimmjow approached the shinigami, to whisper over his lips. “I told you I’m not gonna stop. But you can swear all you want, I’m gonna enjoy eating your curses, shinigami.” He closed the distance and devoured the young boy, earning a deep moan before parting again to continue teasing his body.

When Ichigo had come dried a couple more times, Grimmjow stopped his slow torture, and commanded him to suck two fingers. The shinigami gladly complied and when they were completely wet, Grimmjow moved between his legs, teasing his opening while brushing his tongue along his inner thighs. Without any warning, he pushed both fingers fully inside and bit hard the flesh he had been licking. Ichigo fell back and screamed when his inner walls burned and Grimmjow’s fangs pierced deep, ripping his flesh. The arrancar didn’t give him time to relax and started pumping his fingers, stretching him carelessly.

When the pain faded slightly, Ichigo noticed the fingers brushing against his sensitive spot, while Grimmjow’s tongue was licking eagerly the blood flowing down his leg. Ichigo was soon overwhelmed with both sensations, and almost cried again when Grimmjow’s tongue moved upwards until it reached his throbbing cock. The arrancar purred at the sight and took him fully into his mouth, Ichigo moaning helplessly. Never stopping his fingers, Grimmjow approached to face him, grinning lustfully at his flushed face. When Ichigo opened his eyes, he almost drowned in the deep blue stare. With his mind completely unable to think, his instincts took the lead and raised his hand to bring the arrancar’s head down, closing the distance between them and licking the red rivulets staining the corners of Grimmjow’s mouth.

The arrancar groaned and his eyes sparkled darkly, as he had half expected the shinigami begging him to be more careful. Gladly surprised, he twisted roughly his fingers and bucked forwards, crushing their lips together in a demanding bloody kiss. Ichigo moaned and buried his hands on Grimmjow’s hair keeping him close. The arrancar gladly complied, devouring him hungrily.

Grimmjow moved to his neck and sank his fangs deep on the crock of his shoulder. Ichigo’s spine bucked and he cried again as a sharp wave of agony rolled all over his body. He was completely lost in the most intense feeling he had ever felt. The pain from the deep bites was coiled with the pleasure waves that came from the massaging fingers, and with every new wound it was harder for him to distinguish between both sensations. Pain and pleasure were twisted together in a way he had never imagined possible.

Not long after this harder aggression started, Ichigo was uncontrollably moving upwards, trying to get the fingers deeper. Moaning in dismay, his voiced sounded rougher than Grimmjow had even thought possible as another dry orgasm shook his whole body. “Fuck Grimmjow… harder!”

Grimmjow’s face had a wide winning grin when he stopped and removed the fingers from the shivering body. Ichigo half groaned a complaint, but Grimmjow’s commanding voice cut him off. “Get on your knees and suck.” Smirking slightly, he added. “Unless you want me to fuck you dry.”

The last bits of uncertainty fainted as Ichigo eagerly moved to obey and started licking and sucking as if his life depended on it. Grimmjow groaned at the incredibly soft mouth, and needed all his failing willpower to push him aside before he lost completely his fraying control.

“On all fours.” He commanded with the same assertive tone.

Ichigo didn’t hesitate this time and fell on his knees in front of the arrancar. Grimmjow drew a line on his back with one finger, following the curve of his spine, and moved back slowly until he reached his nape. Once there, he leaned down to whisper huskily on his ear. “Are you ready to scream, Ichigo?”

“Fuck, Grimmjow, stop the fucking teasing. Do whatever the fuck you want, but do it now!”

Grimmjow smirked at the reaction and bucked upwards, brushing his arousal against Ichigo’s opening. He slowly lowered his hand, until he reached his hipbone, and without any warning, he pushed forward in one long deep thrust. Ichigo half yelled a groan as the burning sensation stretched all over his body.

The arrancar gave him no pause and started moving at good pace, always with those deep thrusts that set Ichigo’s body on fire. When the shinigami’s muscles started to losen up, Grimmjow moved his hand up along his back, pressing hard and forcing him down until his face was resting on his forearms. This new angle brought Ichigo close to the edge, the grinding over his prostate becoming near unbearable and a new orgasm quickly started to coil in his body. Ichigo felt the tension rise but again, nothing happened. He cursed loudly as he came dry, but Grimmjow didn’t slow the pace.

Ichigo’s body shook with another fake release. “Please Grimmjow… I can’t… I want…” And he hardly managed to verbalize these few words in a cracking voice.

Smirking, Grimmjow lowered his hand and removed Ichigo’s ring. He started to pump again at good pace, quickly noticing Ichigo’s body tightening. His own release was also close, and he needed to be fast or he would accidentally finish before the shinigami. He moved his hand to get a tight grip on Ichigo’s nape, pushing his face down, rough and demanding, while increased the rhythm of his wild thrusts.

“You’re gonna scream for me, Ichigo.” The shinigami hadn’t registered the words, when he felt Grimmjow’s nails scratching his back, leaving four bloody lines along his spine. The scratches were deeper than any other he had taken until that moment, and he felt all his back on fire. When the hand reached the curve of his waist, it moved to his hipbone and the claws sank there deep and sharp.

And Ichigo did scream. He cried as he came long and hard, barely noticing the arrancar shooting his release into his body.

Once the tension faded, both collapsed to the ground. They rested there for a while, panting hard. Ichigo was leaning on his side, not daring to rest in his bloody backside, while Grimmjow looked at him seated on his knees. When Ichigo opened his eyes and looked him back, Grimmjow was grinning openly. Before Ichigo could speak, he brushed a finger on Ichigo’s belly, collecting a little amount of the sticky mixture of the semen mingled with the blood that was drying all over his body. Looking Ichigo’s eyes, the arrancar licked his finger clean, amused at the stunned face of the shinigami.

“It seems that you have other tasty things beside blood, shinigami.”

Ichigo frowned, smiling despite of himself. “That’s disgusting.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He crawled closer and gathered another bit of the messy mixture of Ichigo’s fluids. Deliberately slow, he leaned closer to the shinigami, until their faces almost touched. “Are you still afraid, shinigami?”

Before Ichigo could answer, he licked the finger clean again and closed the distance, forcing the shinigami to taste himself in the stolen kiss. Ichigo realized that this was the typical situation in which he would blush intensely but the heat didn’t reach his cheeks this time. He mildly wondered if it was due to the amount of blood he had just spilled… maybe he didn’t keep enough even for a decent blush.

Ichigo couldn’t help but punch the arrancar playfully and laugh at his provocation. He had never understood why Shiro and he looked so relaxed and amused after their bloody sex, but he was having a pretty good idea now. He felt completely relaxed that all his troubles had dissolved in the after sex peacefulness. He couldn’t believe he could feel so good after this rough treatment. His body was al bloody and bruised, and yet… he had never felt so alive.

When Ichigo brought his body up to a seated position, he noticed the burning pain spreading from his ass.

“Shit. I won’t be able to walk home… I’m not surprised Shiro just decided to pass out instead of bringing his ass to Inoue’s…”

Grimmjow cocked one eyebrow playfully, seating by his side. “You could just let him drag you there.”

Ichigo snorted. “Like hell I’m gonna let him with Inoue right know…”

“She’ll give you problems for this?” The arrancar inquired not much surprised.

“I’ll go through hell tonight…” Ichigo sighed, leaning back to rest on his arms.

“I guess she’ll be rather pissed at you.” The arrancar conceded.

Ichigo chucked. “She will be mocking me the whole night asking the most embarrassing questions and making fun of me… I wish I could just pass out.” He did blush this time at the thought of Inoue’s interrogatory. Still blushing, he tiled his head to smirk amused at his partner. “You should have kept going until I fainted.”

Grimmjow laughed at his sudden flushed face, but was half curious also. “Are you telling me that she won’t be bothered by the thought of you fucking with an arrancar?”

Ichigo grinned. “She’s been scolding me for quite a long about my hesitations. So, she probably would be as pleased as Shiro.” He rolled his eyes. ”They’re gonna be the end of me…”

He stood up laughing, offering Ichigo a hand. “I’ve been thinking for a while that your objections were due to your relation with her. She’s such a hot chick that I thought you were fucking her.”

Ichigo took his hand and let Grimmjow pull him up, looking at him with a winning grin. “We actually are fucking.”

For an instant, the surprise in Grimmjow’s face was priceless. He reached for his discarded clothes and dressed quickly, smiling at his exhausted partner. “Maybe you aren’t as naïve as I thought, shinigami.”

Ichigo was doing his best to dress himself despite his bruised body. He met Grimmjow’s stare with a wide teasing grin. “You better not underestimate me, arrancar.”

When Grimmjow retrieved Pantera, Ichigo noticed him storing back the cock ring in the zanpakuto’s hilt and couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

“What the fuck were you thinking to bring this shit here today?” Ichigo was pretty sure that Grimmjow had not anticipated any of this… so he was probably thinking on using it with Shiro.

“I always have it with me… it can be handy when training.” Grimmjow’s voice was casual, as if he was talking about any conventional training stuff.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, exasperated at his lack of concern. “In what kind of training could this be handy?”

Grimmjow’s smirk was impossibly wide. “In the good ones. As long as you have a good partner.”

Curiosity picked up again Ichigo’s attention, some disturbing images flashing in the back of his mind at the thought of his possible trainings.

Both were fully dressed by now and Grimmjow already had the portal opened. Before the arrancar disappeared into the black rip, Ichigo barely managed to ask. “Who the hell is your training partner?”

“It doesn’t matter now. Maybe someday you will meet him.” He stepped into the darkness without a backward glance. Ichigo watched wondering at the closing ripped air when Grimmjow’s fading voice flowed out in a whisper. “Assuming that the three of us are still alive.”

As usual, thanks to my beta, Emmagem803, who is doing an amazing job and keeps me working hard. The next chapter will be ready in a few days!
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