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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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Lately, I've been watching Bleach: The Rock Musical and I gotta say it's really good when I watched the first four shows. I'm in disbelief that the majority of the actors looked just like them (majority because Ichigo got 'rabbit teeth' but he's still cute-looking, Gin's creepy-looking but don't have a fox face, Yoruichi and Tousen are bronzed up but that's better than looking overly dark, etc.) But I kept cracking up whenever they were singing, I just couldn't help it! They need to do a new one with the Espadas, who doesn't wanna see Grimm singing while punching a new hole into Rukia?
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 9- Friendship and Brotherhood
The audience roared with excited cheers as Grimmjow overpowered his opponent with a sharp right swing. Ichigo watched the battle unfolding; next to him was Rukia who was accompanied by Renji. It wasn't a secret that the Gaul was slowly gaining interest from the public, so of course the sister of the magistrate wanted to see the smaller games much to Renji's annoyance. "So he's only doing this just to get into the primus, right?" questioned Rukia.
"Pretty much," nodded Ichigo. "He wants to do this, so he can do what he needs to do."
"But why? What are his exact reasons?" she questioned among the screaming crowd.
"I can't say...."
"Leave him alone, if Master wouldn't tell you then why'd you think Ichigo would?" frowned Renji, barely wincing when the petite girl smacked him on the shoulder.
"I'm just curious, that's all....!" she huffed.
"That's true, Rukia, I can't tell you because it's between me and Grimmjow," Ichigo replied, as he watched his fighter parrying the opponent's strike. "But.... it's kinda hard to accomplish, especially the one with your brother helping to find his friend."
"Oh, I heard about that, but I can't believe you're doing it for him," replied Rukia. "But he's still being stubborn about being your slave, right?"
"Not really, but--" The teen was slightly startled when the crowd roared again, and he turned his attention to the arena. Grimmjow slashed at the opponent across the chest, and blood spewed everywhere. The Gaul panted heavily as he licked his lips, his cyan eyes brightened with bloodlust when he saw the other fighter fell.
"Still alive, huh?" he grinned, stepping to the opponent who was coughing out blood. He heard the people in the audience chanting for him to kill, and laughed as he took off the rusty helmet. For some reasons, hearing the Romans cheering for him seemed oddly relishing. He glanced over to spot his master as well as Renji and his master's sister, he could see Ichigo frowning of what was to come but he could care less as he raised his sword. "Too bad, but I must get to the top as fast as possible," he sneered down, finishing the final blow with a slash across the throat.
"Goodness...." Rukia grimaced slightly, while Renji just stared with a stone expression as the dark red liquid puddled around the now dead man's body. Ichigo simply sighed, he was happy but the Gaul's brutality in the arena was getting greater.
"Kinda like his first win, huh?" muttered the red-head. "Can't say I'm not surprised."
"Yeah...." sighed Ichigo when he watched Grimmjow being led out of the arena. "But on the plus side, because of his consecutive winnings he's beginning to become rather popular."
"But you know what'll happen if he doesn't take the time to rest between games," warned Renji. "He'll become too worn out to fight later on and that'd be his downfall."
"I know that, that's why it's a good thing that the next games is only in the next week," he nodded. "We'll have plenty of time then, so don't worry."
"If you think so," sighed Rukia.
"Yeah, but take my advice and don't let your fighter act so cocky on every win," muttered Renji. "He should just be humble that he hadn't die yet."
"I get it, but--" Ichigo's voice was cut off by the roaring crowd once another fight had begun. He sighed, now that he had thought about it Grimmjow was getting better battle after every win with the ones in the afternoon. But the afternoon hours are often the hottest in the summer, now that the threat of drought was getting closer. He didn't like the thought of it, especially at the fact that the city's water supply was slowly drying up.
"Hey.... move down a little, brat." Grimmjow came out nowhere, as he promptly nudged at Ichigo's shoulder. The teen, who didn't have a time to react, was nearly knocked off his seat by his strength and turned to glare at the tunic-dressed Gaul in annoyance. "What? Not my fault you're that weak," he frowned back as he sat next to him.
"I'm not, you didn't give me enough time to move," he scoffed. "And what're you doing up here? Thought you're gonna be in the small barrack."
"It smelled like dead bodies and blood," he simply answered.
"Of course it would, you idiot," smirked Renji.
"Shut up," Grimmjow smirked back. "Anyway, I'm not allowed to be here and watch the rest of the games?" he questioned, looking down at the frowning teen.
"There's no rules saying you're not, so fine, you can watch," he frowned, crossing his arms.
"Tch, what did I do this time?" he frowned lightly.
"Nothing--"
"Then quit acting like a brat about it, I'm the one who's winning this shit," he scoffed.
"You dare to speak to me like that--" frowned Ichigo.
"Ah, that's him, the infamous Gaul!" one of the young women nearby squealed, and Grimmjow blinked before turning to look up a row. The two women stiffened when he noticed them, before one giggled shyly. "He's looking at us, I can't believe it....!"
"Don't stare back, he's too barbaric! He'll try to steal us away!" her friend playfully chastised.
"Really? Well, I never have a Gaul before.... I wonder he is bold to purpose, if you know what I mean." The women giggled and Grimmjow couldn't help but grin at them, but Ichigo was frowning out of embarrassment from listening. Out of all the time, why couldn't the deafening cheer drown out that?
"Heh, you think I could meet up with those women after the games?" asked Grimmjow, still smirking at the women with his sharp white teeth.
"Uh, I don't think so, Grimmjow," frowned Ichigo, and Grimmjow immediately frowned at that as he stared down at him.
"Why not?"
"For one thing, they could be married and you could get punished if you try to do so," he replied. "Also, unless they request it, you can't really pursue it since you're a slave and they're Roman citizens. There's nothing I can do about it, so it's your loss."
"I can't believe that shit...." Grimmjow grumbled in disappointment. "I thought Renji was telling the truth about getting a woman as reward if I keep winning."
"Huh? What was that?" muttered Renji when he heard his name, all that time he was watching the battles but turned to frown at the two. "What did I say?" he frowned.
"Something about getting a girl, I dunno," Rukia vaguely answered, apparently she was listening but could care less on the subject as she had her eyes on the fight.
"Didn't you say something about bedding a girl as a reward for winning?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Huh? Oh, that.... yeah, if you request it from your master," replied Renji. "Guess I forgot to mention that you have to purchase a prostitute or a slave for something like that."
"Shit, so then...." he frowned, his sharp cyan eyes peered at his teen master. "Do I even get that, brat, or is there something wrong with it?"
"Yes, there's something wrong with that," Ichigo frowned back. "My father's still the master of the house so you have to make that request to him yourself. And besides, I have little sisters there and I wouldn't want them hearing strange noises coming from the slaves' quarters."
"Oh, is that right?" the Gaul then smirked. "Well.... don't they have whorehouses in this city? Because I can just go there and fuck a couple of girls with the way I've been winning." At that, Ichigo felt his cheeks tingled in total mortification before glaring away. He certainly didn't need to hear that, but Grimmjow seemed to notice that and chuckled. "Oh, are you that ashamed that I said something inappropriate?" he smirked.
"N-no, it's not that....!" frowned Ichigo though his face was blushing.
"Then what....? I'm a man, and I have needs as much as any other," he teased. "Don't get why you're so flustered about something so normal as sex unless you haven't...." He quirked an eyebrow in realization and pressed his lips together as he tried not to laugh. That explained the teen's reactions from his comments. ".... Are you what I think it is?" he said with a sly smirk. Ichigo said nothing, instead he just stared down at his lap with a frustrated frown. "Aw, that explains why you're not a very good master. You think you're a man, but how can you be if you haven't even lay with a woman--"
"Let's go....! I think I have enough watching for today!" Ichigo suddenly said, as he stood up and stomped past Grimmjow who just smirked in surprise. But when he caught Renji's disapproving gaze, he then frowned in confusion.
"Don't look at me, you're the one who's gonna get in trouble as usual," huffed the red-head as he looked away. "Good luck getting away with it, Gaul,"
"Tch...." sighed Grimmjow as he got up and followed after the teen through the crowded audience. Renji just frowned, Grimmjow's attitude was nearly crossing the line. If the Gaul wanted his end of the deals, then he should relent being a slave for a while. He blinked out of his toughts when the battle ended and crowd cheered, and he frowned when he didn't get to see the last of it.
"Who won, Mistress?" he asked.
"Oh, some guy with a net," shrugged Rukia. "I think you could've defeated him if you were down there, Rukia," she added with a quick smile.
"Hmm, I guess," he nodded.
(Blood and Sand)
Under the late winter sun, many people wandered around in their village for their morning routines. Clusters of huts, made of crude stones and bricks with roof made out of sticks covered with cowhide, were settled on a large hilly field next to the outskirt of the forest. The villagers, mostly women and their children, were helping out with the farm animals or vegetables while most of the men were hunting for game hours earlier. From one hut, a woman in her mid-thirties, were checking on her small plot of land to see if any of her food was left to be edible. She wondered why she can rely on him though he would detest eating what he called 'deer food'.
She sighed, pushing back a strand of her aquamarine hair that was tied into a messy ponytail. From the chill of the cooler temperature, she clutched her rabbit-furred cloak tighter to herself as she crouched down to inspect her crops further. But she narrowed her soft blue eyes the moment she saw a looming shadow standing over her. She had a dagger hidden underneath her cloak in case of danger, but she just frowned when she glanced up with a raised eyebrow.
".... How many times have I told you about stomping your large feet on my crops, Grimmjow?" she sighed as she stood up, she was rather petite compared to the eighteen-year-old cloaked in thick wolf pelt. Grimmjow just smirked, as he held up half of dozen bodies of rabbits by the ears.
"I got a present for you, mother," he smirked. "A whole family this time, too. Plus, we can make another cloak just for you from their pelt."
"Please, why not make it for your future wife, dear?" frowned her mother, nimbly walking around the plot to pick any decent vegetable. "From what I've been hearing, you kept 'courting' with the second daughter of your father's old comrade."
"'Courting' is such a civilized word, mother, let's just say that she and I like to get to know each other better behind the leathermaker's shed every once in a while," he chuckled but his mother barely batted an eye from his remark as she managed to collect what she needed.
"Well, once she is with your child, I hope you can settle down to take care of your family," she muttered. Grimmjow a little, his long ponytail swayed when he walked up to her to give her an one-armed hug.
"I'm not ready for that, yet.... not when I have you to worry about, mother," he sighed.
"You shouldn't have to, son--"
"You're still young, you have the opportunity to get married again and have more children," he reasoned.
"Son, I decided not to do such a thing," she frowned though the expression in her eyes softened when she gazed at her. "I just don't want to suffer another tragedy, that's all."
"Fine, but you're a stubborn woman, I give you that," he frowned, but smirked when he was playfully smacked on the chest.
"Don't get why your father put up with me those years ago," she smiled lightly.
"Me either...."
"Uh, Gr-Grimmjow, you're back from hunting already?" Grimmjow turned to see a young white-blonde boy no older than ten or eleven years old, leaning over the wooden fence, smiling in greeting as he clenched his wool cloak tight around his scrawny frame. "What did you caught this time, Grimmjow?" he asked eagerly.
"I got rabbit this time, Diroy," smirked Grimmjow. "I'll send your family a couple, if you want."
"Ah.... you don't really have to do that," he suddenly mumbled, shyly glancing down.
"Nonesense, kid, it's only fair since your father's a farmer," he said as he walked up to the small boy. "You need meat to get stronger rather than relying on deer food every day."
"I heard that, you ingrate," frowned the mother, as she went back to the hut. Grimmjow rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the boy.
"Something the matter, kid?" he asked, kneeling to his eye level. "I mean no disrepect on your family, there's nothing really wrong about being a farmer anyway."
"I know, but it's just that...." Diroy mumbled sheepishly, gnawing at his bottom lip. "I don't really wanna be a farmer for the rest of my life, Grimmjow...."
"Hm? Why not? It's your responsibility to take over your father's role, Diroy," he said. "Why won't you want to be a farmer?"
"Because.... being a farmer's so boring and it takes too much work," he admitted. "There's no pont of being one, because I wanna be like you, Grimmjow. It's much more exciting to be a hunter."
"Tch, being a hunter takes too much work also, kid," frowned Grimmjow. "It's not as easy as it looks, when you have to wait a long time for the prey to come around. Not to mention that there's a chance you won't be able to hunt as much as you needed to. I'm only lucky to catch these rabbits because I found their burrow, but I've been in the woods for two whole days. Do you get that, Diroy?"
"Yeah, but...."
"You still think that the lifestyle of killing animals for food seems more exciting than herding goats or digging up for vegetables, right?" Grimmjow smirked lightly as he stood up. "All right then, I'll speak to your parents. I'll see if they can let you come with me on the next trip," he said.
"Huh? Really?" the young boy smiled.
"Yeah.... it'll be my duty to teach you," he nodded before giving him two of the rabbits. "Go on, kid, I'll come by later...."
"Ah, thanks a lot, Grimmjow! You're the best!" Diroy beamed before running off. Grimmjow just smirked at the dwindling sight, wondering if his suggestion would make things for the better for the youth....
Grimmjow groaned tiredly, his jaw ached when he yawned as he slowly woke up. "Shit.... it still hurts," he gritted as he rubbed at his bruised cheek. Last night, after making a fool of Ichigo by suggestively teasing him, Nel made it clear not to do such a thing ever again. By clocking him across the face. The impact made half of his face sore and he couldn't eat much, so he decided to go to bed early. But since being here for nearly a month, he realized that his dreams were being more and more vivid by the now.
And just now, he remembered the time when he decided to take Diroy under his wings to train him to hunt. Back then, the young boy was overly eager for the opportunity and wanted to be like him. Grimmjow frowned at memory as he sat up, scratching through his disheveled hair. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if he can ask Ichigo about the slave situation.... if the teen was in the mood to be asked. As soon as he stood up, he stiffened the moment he saw Nel stepping into the room with a tray full of food. Nel didn't bother to glance at him as she set the food down on the small table.
".... You're going to be on your best behavior today?" she muttered.
"Would I have a chance to speak to him about something important?" he questioned.
"You may.... as long as you don't say anything inappropriate to him like that ever again," Nel warned, her yellow-hazel eyes narrowed at the Gaul who frowned at her.
"I don't see how saying the truth is considered inappropriate--"
"Clearly, I need to punch you again in order to get it, right?" she huffed. Grimmjow growled but say nothing else as he shook his head. "That's what I thought.... I'll see if Ichigo wants to talk to you after what you've said to him." She finally left him alone, and Grimmjow just scoffed. That woman will be the death of him, that was what he was thinking about.
(Blood and Sand)
"... He's busy, he cannot be bothered right now," Ichigo concluded, as he absentmindedly played with his dog. Grimmjow just blinked in slight surprise, the teen didn't appear at all mad about being teased for being a virgin. But he frowned at his answer when he asked about talking to the magistrate. "Not that I don't want to talk to him, but it's just that Byakuya's very busy and being a magistrate is a tough job. I was only fortunate enough to speak to him alone then because we found out about your nobility."
"But... I'm only asking because I'm a little concerned about when he'll be found," he frowned.
"I understand," nodded Ichigo, petting Zangetsu on the head. "But I keep telling you, Grimmjow, it'll take some time to find him among millions of slaves."
"Tch, how many times you must keep saying that, brat?" scoffed Grimmjow. Ichigo frowned at him, and Grimmjow frowned back, before standing up from the bed he was sitting on.
".... I don't control the actions of people, only the gods do, and until he is found all you can do for now is to have faith," he said. "It's the least you can do for yourself instead of making fun of your master in public." So the teen was still mad about yesterday, and Grimmjow smirked a little at that.
"All right, I'll try.... but I'm gonna be quite bored if I'm to stay here in the villa all day," he shrugged.
"That's okay, after all Nel's gonna give you lots of chores to do to prevent that," Ichigo smiled, and the Gaul quickly frowned. "I'm sure you can handle it, just like you handled those battles. Go now, those chores are needed to be done as soon as possible so you better get started." Grimmjow frowned at the teen's sly smile before turning to leave the bedroom.
"Sneaky little brat...."
Later....
"Be careful, they're really heavy," Chad muttered as he and Grimmjow hauled a very heavy barrel of stocked water to the kitchen. The Gaul huffed for breath and felt the muscles in his arms straining and throbbing from the weight before they finally settled it to the floor. "Was it really that hard, Grimmjow?" Chad asked.
"Well, I've never hauled around this amount of water before," he frowned.
"You haven't experience a drought before, Grimmjow?"
"Don't think so, it often rains in my village plenty of times," he shrugged.
"Well, we don't get enough here so we must stock up water should in case the drought get worse," he muttered. "Come on, we got about three barrels to go."
"That much? Fuck me...." scoffed Grimmjow as they made their way to the entrance. As they went by the garden, he could hear pigeons cooing simultaneously near the greenery and on the roof. If he remembered correctly, he had seen Orihime leaving breadcrumbs around after eating breakfast earlier. He groaned, the need of catching them was tempting, plus he hadn't eaten that much meat recently. "Hey.... do you eat those type of birds?" he asked through gritted teeth as they hauled another heavy barrel.
"Pigeons? Some people actually farm and raise them but...." the Spaniard replied as they set it down. "What're you thinking about? You want to eat some pigeons?"
"What do you think?" he scoffed lightly.
"If you think that you can catch those birds, I advise you not to," Chad frowned lightly, but the Gaul just smirked.
"I used to be a hunter, if you want to know," he scoffed. "If I wanna catch them, I will catch them. And if I manage to get most of them, then I'll prove you and everybody else of my skills."
"Like Nel?"
"Especially that woman," he smirked. "And all I need is a knife or something.... ah, here it is!" he said as he took one from a countertop.
"But we still have to take in two more barrels--" Chad said but was ignored as Grimmjow strolled back to the garden. The birds on the ground seemed to sense his predatory aura as they ambled away from him, but he sneered as his cyan eyes narrowed at one fluffing its wings near the fountain.
"You'd look best in my bowl, bird," he sneered. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he shot the knife at it. The poor bird didn't have a chance to react, as the blade stabbed into its chest, and it flopped around before it finally went still. "Heh, still got it," he chuckled.
"You're actually doing this?" questioned Chad when he stepped out to see him picking up the fresh kill.
"Yeah, tell those slaves in the kitchen to pluck them clean for dinner," smirked Grimmjow as he tossed it to him. "I told you, I'm one of the best hunters in my village. There's no need to diminish my natural skills." The Spaniard just sighed and left him alone. Grimmjow returned back to his preys, who seemed to cluster close to the wall and deciding whether or not to fly off. "Ah, why do food make stupid decisions?" he chuckled quietly as he stalked up to the small flock. A couple of birds managed to fly up for the roof, but the rest kept cooing and tottering around in confusion, and Grimmjow licked his lips.
The excitement of the hunt was boiling in his blood.
(Blood and Sand)
Both Nel and Ichigo went wide-eyed in shock and surprise at the sight of the garden. Feathers and bits of blood were everywhere, and Grimmjow seemed ignorant of the so-called carnage he had made as he held the last pigeon by the throat. ".... About time, I think I've killed enough to feed on for days," he smirked when he turned to faced them, with the bird feverishly flapping its wings in vain.
"A-a-about time? You ruined the freaking garden, you stupid brute!" scowled Nel to the near point of screaming with her fists tightened by her side. "Why did you do it? Just to catch a few birds, you cannot be serious!"
"A few? I think I caught.... I lost count after ten," he shrugged, much to the woman's utter annoyance.
"You've killed that many! You do realize that Orihime often feed these birds, right?" she scoffed.
"Her good deeds is their demise, what can I do about it?"
"Ugh! You got some nerve, you insensitive jerk...!" Through all of the argument, Ichigo stepped out to survey the condition. Sure, he had an inkling of anger at the Gaul for the mess, but he was in awe at how he had done it. He glanced to notice the blood-soaked knife in Grimmjow's hand, even with a kitchen utensil he had hunted down over ten pigeons. Although he had to explain it to Orihime and his little sisters about the flock.... "And another thing, you can't order the servants in the kitchen to cook these up just like that! You've killed too many birds for the family to eat!" scoffed Nel.
"Who said I have to feed them? I only done this so I can eat," Grimmjow frowned.
"Well, that's just being selfish! But I doubt the master of this house will let you since you did it within his property!" she argued.
"That's right, I've forgotten Father was here!" Ichigo gasped in realization. "Nel, we gotta clean this up before he notices. We can't let him see this!"
"Right.... you, let that one go and clean up. Right now," Nel frowned at Grimmjow.
"Really now?" Grimmjow questioned. With a sudden yet quick squeeze, the bird's neck audibly snapped and the animal immediately went still. The woman inhaled by his actions but frowned as the Gaul walked past her to go to the kitchen. Ichigo frowned as well, but for a different reason. There was more about Grimmjow than he realized. He mentioned that he used to hunt, but after seeing it with his own eyes the teen could tell that he was merciless in that skill as much as in the arena.
"I can't believe this....! Feathers are everywhere and-- oh, look at this! There's blood on the fountain!" Nel fretted in agitation, not sure where to start as she paced around the garden. "That man, just when I think he can be better, he turns around and start chopping down birds like it was a game."
"Calm down, Nel, I know he went overboard on this but--" sighed Ichigo.
"He created a massacre, and it'll take forever to clean this up," she scoffed. "I swear, I'm gonna wring his neck like he did with that bird...."
"Oh, what have we here?" Both Ichigo and Nel nearly jumped before turning to see Isshin stepping into the garden with a light frown. "... What happened here?" he asked, gazing around the situation.
"This is my fault, sir, I should have maintained the garden in the first place if I have known that Grimmjow was catching the pigeons here," Nel quickly replied, and Isshin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Catching? Just for sport, Nel?"
"No, sir.... he was catching them to kill for food."
"Oh," he nodded, and Nel frowned in slight confusion. Ichigo's father doesn't seem to be mad at the mess Grimmjow made, though he was looking at the bits of blood splattered near the fountain.
"Father.... Grimmjow had hunted the pigeons because he wanted to show us gratitude for taking him in," he stepped in. "He told me that he used to hunt in his old country so he decided to show off his skills. But he was sorry that he had went too far, though, but he had done it so the family could have dinner." Nel frowned in slight confusion when she glanced at the teen, but Ichigo nodded to play along and she sighed.
"Yes, that is true, sir, but he had killed more he needed to," she said. "What should I do with the extra poultry?"
"Oh, well.... it'd be a shame to waste that much food," shrugged Isshin. "If that's the case then we can give the rest to the staff. Is that okay?"
"Ah, yes, it's quite all right," nodded Nel. "Thank you so much, sir!"
"But in the meantime, let's try to clean up the mess here, I'll see you later," he nodded before going back inside. Nel huffed out a deep breath the moment he left, before shaking her head.
"This is Grimmjow's reward for creating such a mess?" she frowned annoyingly. "Feeding the entire villa with his dead birds?"
"Don't be like that, Nel," sighed Ichigo. "I'll tell Grimmjow to help you--"
"No thanks, I think I can manage by myself," she shook her head. "You deal with that beast youself, okay?"
"Right," he nodded. He stepped back inside and made his way to the kitchen, no doubt busy preparing the pluck-cleaned poultry. The servants nodded in greeting by the sight of him before going back to work, as Ichigo looked around for the Gaul. There was no mistake finding him, sitting in a corner, practically ripping the feathers off the fresh kill by the handful. "Grimmjow....?" he called out, and Grimmjow glanced up at him.
"What? I'm in trouble again, brat?" he mumbled.
"Not really, my father found out what you've done but he let it pass as I lied that all the pigeons will be given out to the servants from your hunt," he said. Grimmjow just scoffed but said nothing as he continued cleaning the bird. "Grimmjow, I've never knew that you were that good of a hunter," he said with a small smile. "If you had told that to my father, you'd probably have a side job hunting some animals instead of being a gladiator."
"Can't I just do both instead?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Not really, especially when you have to go back to training tomorrow," the teen shrugged.
"Isn't that just great? Oh well, I won't bother with the subject, though with hunting at least I get to eat," he sighed. Ichigo frowned lightly. He didn't really want him to be disappointed but nothing can be done about it. And yet, seeing how the Gaul had been able to do such actions with strength and tenacity was making him feel.... unusually inferior and weak compared to him.
"All of these skills you have.... I feel a bit jealous," he sighed. Grimmjow paused as his gaze flickered up at him. "I'll see you, Grimmjow." He left the kitchen, and Grimmjow just frowned in confusion. His master was a Roman, living in luxury as a superior to other barbarians and yet he said that he was envious of him of all people? Just because he had skills of a warrior and a hunter? He shook his head, resuming back to his task.
(Blood and Sand)
Grimmjow just stared up at the sky free of any cloud before Renji came into his view, the red-head blinked at him before holding out his hand. "Something's on your damn mind if you keep getting hit," he muttered as Grimmjow took the gesture and stood up from the dusty ground. "What? Is it about the games coming up?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh, right," Grimmjow nodded a little. "I need to train more for that."
"Hm, you're really thinking about that, Gaul, or is it about another fallout with your master?" frowned Renji, and the other man scoffed dismissively. "Fucking hell, what is it this time?"
"Nothing--"
"It can't be nothing if your mind's on something else other than the games," he frowned, tapping the wooden sword against his knee impatiently. "Out with it, Gaul...."
"Fine.... that brat, he muttered that he was jealous of me the other day," he grumbled.
".... Huh?" frowned Renji with a raised eyebrow.
"That brat was jealous just because I'm stronger than him....!" he scowled at him. Renji blinked at him but scoffed in disbelief as he shook his head.
"Can't really blame Ichigo for feeling like that," he smirked lightly. "He's been that way since he was a little kid, he had always looked up to gladiators because they were always fearless and determined. Not to mention that some of those best fighters were known in history, and Ichigo knew about more about them than with his academics."
"Then why can't he do that himself if he admires it so much?" he questioned, only to be laughed at.
"A gladiator from a noble family? Who would really believe that?" laughed the red-head, only to stop when he realized what he had said. "Oh. Well, you don't really count," he reasoned. "Where you're from, nobility is depended on how many blood you've spilled."
"Charming," frowned Grimmjow. "Is that how all the rich Romans are like? Buying fighters so that they can fantasize of being like them?"
"Not all."
"Does your master count as one of them?" he questioned.
"I doubt it, but he has a considerable sword skill," he shrugged. "There would be times when we spar, though I always let him win."
"Tch, why?" he frowned, but bristled slightly when Renji flashed him a lecherous grin. "Forget I asked, you bastard."
"Sorry," he chuckled. "But if Ichigo's feeling like that, then why not teaching him some basic skills with the sword?" At that, Grimmjow stared at him as if the other man had eaten something gross.
"Why should I even do that?" he scoffed.
"Come on, you think that the kid's terrible, but he's not," smirked Renji.
"There's no way I should do it," huffed Grimmjow. "For one thing, he's a scrawny little brat with very little muscles. He seems just as weak as that guy's 'wife'," he added, pointing rudely towards the direction of Ikkaku and Yumi. But Renji blinked in surprise but smirked humorously as he crossed his arms.
"You think that Yumi's weak because of how he looks?" he asked.
"Why? What're you trying to say?" Grimmjow questioned suspiciously. Renji said nothing else as he walked towards the couple, and the Gaul couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive as he watched him talking to them. Ikkaku looked surprised but cackled like it was a joke, however Yumi just frowned as he flipped his hair back in a dramatic fashion. "Shit...." he grumbled the moment Renji gestured him over, and he strolled up to them.
"Nice, you really believe that Yumi here's as weak as you think, eh?" grinned Ikkaku. "Be carefull what you say around here.... the last time you did that, you got your ass handed to you several times over by Kenpachi."
"Honestly, you think because I look like this I must be protected most of the time, right?" frowned Yumi. "I have you know, even though I may look elegant--"
"That's the correct word for it," smirked Ikkaku and the other man frowned at him.
"Anyway.... if you really think that, then you're a buffoon," he said. "You need to realize that everyone here, even the lanista, have skills of the sword at certain levels. Who's to say that some of us slaves are weak?"
"Tch, whatever," shrugged Grimmjow before glancing away. "Sorry for hurting your feelings, though I really could care less."
"Well, I never...." pouted the feminine man, even though his lover kept laughing.
"Whatever, I just wanna get back to training," he muttered as he walked away. "Come on, Renji."
"I swear, one of these days, your words will come back to haunt you," chuckled Renji, twirling the wooden weapon in his hand.
"Fuck off," he frowned.
(Blood and Sand)
"My, two festivals is within a few days o' each other.... what ever shall we do 'bout it, my Master?" smiled Gin as he followed Aizen into the house of the senator's nephew. Many of the slaves acknowledged his presences with a deep bow while one went away to inform Ginjou. "Are ya sure that ya wish ta invite yer nephew ta the festival banquet? Ya kept warnin' him 'bout limitin' his wine intake.... yet this festival's 'bout wine an' harvest."
"True, but this will be in my house, so he'll know better than to act like a fool," smiled Aizen, reaching up to pet through his servant's silver hair. "Besides, if I don't invite my only nephew, he'd be very upset and try to act out by any means necessary."
"Fer some reasons, I'm not surprised 'bout that," grinned Gin. "He seems 'bout as much as troublesome than me. Possibly more."
"Yes, only the difference is that I enjoy your company when you're with me," his master murmured, his hand trailing down to his ear pierced with a slender gold earring as he leaned closer in order to kiss him. But he paused when they a harsh clearing of a throat and his bronze eyes gazed over to his nephew standing nearby. "Hello, Kuugo, how have you been doing?" he sighed as he turned to him.
"Same as usual," sniffed Ginjou with a light frown. He appeared slightly frazzled with his black hair frayed, as he had just gotten out of bed even though it was late into the afternoon.
"Even your work?"
"Yes, Uncle, it's just the usual business," he muttered. "What brings you here? Another message from the Senate?" he asked as he led them to the triclinium, the sitting room though the senator preferred to stand.
"No, I came here on my own term," sighed Aizen. "I won't stay long, though."
"Oh, well that's too bad," Ginjou shrugged, though mentally he was glad that he would be left alone soon. "Is it something personal, Uncle?"
"Somewhat.... you know that the wine festival is coming up, correct?"
"Yes.... I'm having my men to patrol the city on that night so the citizen wouldn't act so rowdy," nodded Ginjou.
"Of course, but are you doing on that night?" he asked. "Because if you're not doing anything then, I'd wish to invite you for a gathering. I don't want you.... feeling alone during the festivities, that's all." Ginjou frowned at the undertone of his words, but then again he didn't really want to stay inside and be drunk. He does that almost everyday, anyway. Plus.... his uncle was no different than him when it came to sexual liasions. Gin had been Aizen's favorite slave for more personal reasons since the slim man was 15, but the senator was fairly known within his rank for bedding other slaves as well as having secretive sex parties in his villa. Nobody really dared to voice their opinion on a man with such a high social status.
"You trust me being at your house, Uncle?" he questioned out of interest. "I wouldn't mind fucking a few of your slaves, I'm starting to get bored doing that with my own other than Tsukishima."
"Such stamina, this man has," Gin remarked, cuddling against his master's arm. "The apple doesn't really fall far from the tree, huh, Master?"
"Uncle, please teach your slave not to make an off-handed comment like that in my presence," frowned Ginjou. But Aizen just smiled as he reached up to caress his slave's cheek.
"Oh, Gin's just teasing you, as usual," he sighed. "Anyway, are you going or not, Kuugo?"
"As long as I get to fuck and drink, then I'll go," he replied. "Will that be all, Uncle?"
"Of course, I'd like you to be there," smiled Aizen as he and his slave turned to leave. "Until then, Kuugo...." When they finally left, Ginjou frowned as he turned to go to his bedroom. He was in there when he had the unexpected visit, and now he wanted to go back in there to sleep. As soon as he stepped into his room, he promptly shed his clothes and climbed onto his bed. Undeneath the sheets were Tsukishima, who had waited silently for his return, and he sighed when he felt his master's warm body against his own.
"Master...." he mumbled but fell silent when Ginjou frowned at him.
"It's nothing important," he muttered, lying on his back. "Just stay here and be quiet until I wake up. Simple as that, got it?"
"Yes, Master..." nodded Tsukishima.
(Blood and Sand)
"Is it that normal, for your father to be gone this long from his job?" Grimmjow muttered as he followed the teen throughout the villa the evening after his training. It was a few days until the next game, and he felt more than prepared for his fight. But for now, he had to keep training until then. But whenever he would be aroud here, the patriarch of the house was often nowhere to be seen saved for a few brief times he have seen him. "What's so great about his job, anyway? Importing's just like sending shit around, right?" he questioned.
"Geez, you make it sounds like it's so easy," frowned Ichigo. "My father'd be gone for certain amount of days, sometimes for a week or so. That would leave me in charge of the house since I'm the firstborn son."
"Tch, that would make you special, huh?" grumbled Grimmjow. Ichigo frowned but said nothing of it. "I could care less, considering that you couldn't really protect this house with the way you are."
"Geez, you really like to look down on me even though I'm your master," scoffed the teen.
"You're only my master because we have a deal, but it shouldn't mean that I have to obey you as the way you wanted me to," he argued. "For now, I'll keep fighting until I get to the primus, and you just leave it at that."
"And you think I should....? Not after what you've told me about your revenge?" Ichigo frowned, luckily many of the servants were too busy with household chores to pay attention to them as he led him to the empty sitting room. "Grimmjow, listen.... about finding your friend, I can understand that," he whispered. "But that revenge you have on Ginjou, you must keep quiet about that. As a matter of fact, I don't think you should go along with something like that. I keep telling you that it's very dangerous for a slave to commit murder against a highly-ranked Roman, especially someone like Ginjou."
"Oh, and him killing my friends is not murder?" he questioned.
"I'm not defending Ginjou, if that's what you're thinking," scoffed Ichigo.
"No, but you Romans must stick together, right?" he said, and the teen rolled his eyes. "Whatever.... I won't exact my revenge on him now, at least not until Diroy is found."
".... Right, but I'm telling you, your friend's now a slave and I have to purchase him as one in order to save him," Ichigo sighed deeply. "It's the only way, otherwise I won't get him as easily as I can."
"Then why not buy him as a slave then free him on the spot, brat?" frowned Grimmjow, but the teen shook his head.
"Then he would have to find a way to get back to your village, since transportation's not that cheap," he explained. "And to do that, he'd have to work for my family to pay it off. It'd just be going around in circle with your suggestions, Grimmjow." The Gaul just scoffed in annoyance as he glared away, the slave laws in the Roman society was downright confusion yet to Ichigo it was easy to understand as breathing. "And besides, if he's in a bad shape or something once we get him, it'd take weeks-- maybe months-- for him to recover and he has to pay it back with servitude. It's pretty much like when I bought you and cleaned you up--"
"You pretty much treated me like a stray pet on the first day," he pointed out, and Ichigo frowned at him.
"You were dirty and hungry, what was I supposed to do?"
"Quit saying as if I am some dog," argued Grimmjow as he glared at him.
"Well, my actual dog doesn't whine about being cleaned and fed," Ichigo scowled.
"He's a pet, he expected for you to do that for him."
"Oh, so you preferred to smell like horse shit and starving like crazy, huh?"
"That's not the point--"
"Ahem....!" Both slave and master stopped their rant at one another and their eyes turned to see Nel, who frowned disapprovingly before holding up a rolled up parchment. "If you two won't mind.... I have a message to the head of the house," she frowned before walking up to Ichigo. "Since your father's not here, then I must give it to you, Ichigo," she said.
"A message?" frowned Ichigo as he took the parchment and unfurled it. Grimmjow looked at the written message, and just frowned at the unknown Roman letters. But the teen seemed to flustered a little by what it said, and he glanced up at Nel. "I don't know if I should go over there, Nel," he frowned.
"What? What do you mean?" asked Nel as she look at the letter, only to frown in concern. "Oh.... Well, your father's not here to properly turn it down, and if you don't go from the invitation it would be seen as a disrespect to him and to Aizen."
"But...."
"What're you guys talking about?" frowned Grimmjow, clearly confused of what was going on.
"Aizen invited me to a party to celebrate the wine and harvest festival," sighed Ichigo. "However, I don't drink wine since they give me stomachache. Plus . . . . Aizen's known for his nature of, well...."
"What?" he frowned.
"Bedding with many lovers, most of them his slaves," he replied with a shrug. "I've never been to those type of parites before but I don't wanna to start now."
"They celebrate with wine and women?" questioned Grimmjow.
"And men, also," the teen corrected, much to the other's slight disgust. "But, I really don't wish to go there. From what I've heard, it's really explicit to say the least."
"Oh, for someone like you.... it would be uncomfortable to go to that type of party," the Gaul remarked, and Ichigo bristled from that comment.
"Now's not the time for that, Grimmjow," frowned Nel before turning to Ichigo. "Ichigo, I know how you feel but you really can't back away from this. You have to go, even though you might feel uncomfortable from it."
"Fuck," Ichigo scoffed. "And it's tonight, also.... shit, and I'll be all alone over there." Nel frowned at that, but a sudden but unlikely idea popped into her head when she noticed Grimmjow staring between the two in slight confusion.
"Well.... you can have Grimmjow taking you there, you need an escort anyway," she suggested. Both Grimmjow and Ichigo went wide-eyed in shock before the former smirked in debelief as he chuckled.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," smirked Grimmjow, shaking his head. "I have to babysit him while everybody else gets to fuck? Why should I do that?"
"As much as I hate it, but I'm asking you to do this for Ichigo," she frowned at him. "It's the deal, you have to be a slave for Ichigo until your friend is found. Meaning, you have to go with him whether you like it or not. Do that, or I can kick your ass as usual."
"Tch, shut it, woman, I didn't say I wouldn't go," he scoffed. "It's better than staying here being bored as fuck, anyway." Ichigo just frowned out of apprehension and concern. The thought of the Gaul looking out for him in a place that might contain drunken orgies seemed risky, but right now he doesn't have a choice.
"Shit.... once we get over there, you must not misbehave or else the senator will castrate you," he frowned at him. "You got that, Grimmjow?"
"I won't make such a promise, brat, but if this is the only way for our deal to keep going then I guess I don't have a choice," smirked Grimmjow. But Ichigo frowned just the same, before he sighed deeply. He had a feeling that things are going to get worse before it would get better.
(Blood and Sand)
Patrons and guests, almost all of them with their faces obscured by masks, relishing in wine and fruits as nearly naked dancers swayed to the music. Many of them chose to wear the masks, based on the images of the Roman gods, as they conversed with one another within the large villa. Though some were actually fornicating with one another in some rooms. Especially the one masked with the war god Mars, who was pinning down a slave as he thrusted in and out of her on the bed. The slaved seemed to be enjoying it with her loud and lustful moaning, though 'Mars' could care less as he soon climaxed.
"Fucking shit...." he scoffed as he quickly got off her. When he took off his mask, it was revealed to be Ginjou, whose face was slightly flushed due to the constant drinking since being here. He was sure how long it was into the party but he could care less as he put on his clothes, ignoring the other women in the room who wished to please and pleasure him. "Shit...." he sighed, pushing back some strands of his damp hair behind his ears when he left the room. He felt light-headed but he was far from being drunk. As he went through the decorated triclinium, he caught the sight of his uncle sitting on one of the chaises conversing with the guests who weren't indulging in lust. Gin was nearby, though 'nearby' was an understatement as he was sitting in his master's lap with the same wide grin plastered in his face.
He really could care less of his only relative, despite the fact his connection was the reason why he became a praetor. Nepotism came in handy whenever he wanted something to gain. It was the only reason that he could tolerate the brunet to some extent. ".... Kuugo, where are you going?" his uncle called out to him, and Ginjou stiffened in annoyance from being noticed before he turned around.
"I'm just stepping out, I just feel like getting some fresh air," he bluntly replied.
"I see.... hope that you'll feel better from the excess amount of wine," he said nonchalantly before going back to his business. However, Ginjou bristled from the backhanded comment and scowled under his breath. So what if he consumed alcohol at almost every hour of the day? It wasn't like he was hurting anyone from his drinking, saved for his unfortunate slaves.
"Fucking old goat...." he scoffed quietly as he left the room.
Meanwhile, Ichigo fidgeted a little the moment he reached the front door of the villa. It was bad enough that he had to go, but with Grimmjow next to him, it seemed rather more terrible than not going at all. ".... Are we going in at all, or we're gonna stand here like a couple of idiots?" Grimmjow questioned, and Ichigo frowned at him.
"Shut up, I'm just nervous about this, that's all....!" he scoffed.
"What's there to be nervous about? Oh, that's right! Because they're doing something in there that you wouldn't know what to do!" Grimmjow argued back, but with a slight smirk on his face as he crossed his arms. Ichigo glared at him but didn't say anything as he slowly opened the door and stepped in. The Gaul soon followed, only to hear chaotic sounds of festive music and humorous laughter and chattering in the other rooms. He didn't get the chance to think much of it further, as a house slave came to greet them.
Ichigo felt his body tingle in slight discomfort and his face blushing at the sight of the slave, who happened to be nude saved for the simple-looking mask and shimmering body paint on her body. Grimmjow, however, smirked at the sight and nearly chuckled. He really wondered if most Romans really are like this, as they were led through the decorated rooms. "Some festival this is," the Gaul remarked, discreetly observing the patrons drinking and being entertained by half-naked dancers.
"Not the kind I prefer to celebrate," mumbled Ichigo, as they stepped into the sitting room. Once there, he was immediately noticed by some of the guests, before Gin glanced up and grinned.
"Seems that the invitation went ta the wrong person, Master," he informed to Aizen, who nonchalantly followed his gaze to see Ichigo nervously glancing around. But the senator didn't seem surprised about the news, as he smirked lightly.
"I had a feeling about it, since Isshin would always turn down my invitation," he sighed. "I suppose he didn't have a time to mention to Ichigo that he wouldn't have to go either."
"Are ya gonna tell him that he don't hafta be here?" suggested his slave, only to be chastised softly with a kiss on his cheek.
"It's far too late now.... that'd be too rude by my standards," he said as he stared at the flustered teen. His gaze then went to Grimmjow, whose eyes were transfixed by the sight of the female slaves waiting on the rich Romans in the buff. The look in his lingering gaze was practically filling up with lust. "However, it appears that the noble warrior of his would want to try a few things here," he said. On cue, his slave gracefully got off his lap the moment he stood up and turned to walked up to Ichigo, who finally noticed him with a nervous frown. "Ichigo, what a pleasant surprise," he greeted with a light smile.
"Ah, Aizen," Ichigo smiled sheepishly with a nod. "Guess I was supposed to be here.... though I feel out of place in this kind of party."
"My apologies, it meant to go to your father, but it seems that he's out of town as usual," smiled Aizen. "But as long as you're here, I hope you will enjoy yourself."
"I wish I could say the same for myself," he honestly replied but the senator smiled nonetheless before turning his attention to the eye-wandering Gaul.
"I see you brought your gladiator here," he commented, catching Grimmjow's attention momentarily from being mentioned. "I've been hearing that he's winning in some of the fights recently. Is that correct?"
"Ah, yes, that's right," nodded Ichigo. "He've fought and won the last two, and his next fight's in a couple of days or so."
"I see," Aizen said before leaning closer to the teen. "It is really not my business to know.... but Byakuya had mentioned one thing about your deal with Grimmjow," he muttered quietly despite the noise, and the teen blinked in slight surprise. "His reward for his fights is finding his friend who is allegedly still alive. Is that true, Ichigo?"
"Yes, that's right...."
"However.... realistically speaking, it might take years to find such a person, especially a slave. All that time, Grimmjow would have no choice but to fight for you."
"I know the possibility, Aizen," Ichigo replied. "But, Grimmjow mentioned that he wanted to win as many fights as possible in order to secure the primus. He believes by doing that, his demands would be met faster."
"Well, if he becomes popular, that could happen," Aizen muttered, as he glanced over at Grimmjow. Again, the blunet smirked lightly at the tempting slaves that were wandering around. "But it doesn't mean that he couldn't be rewarded now for his recent victories."
"Huh?" he frowned in sudden confusion.
"Grimmjow, may I talk to you for a moment?" the senator asked as he stepped up to Grimmjow, who frowned in slight surprise. It wasn't like he could tell him off as he would like to, though he could but knew better, but the brunet seemed calm around his hostile aura. "I'm glad that you're here, considering your past nobility. I've heard of your last few winnings, and I find that a great accomplishment."
".... All right, thank you," nodded Grimmjow, unsure of what to say after that. Ichigo was watching him closely. It would make sense since Aizen was a highly ranked Roman, but Grimmjow frowned just the same as he stared at the other man.
"Well, despite of your status as a slave, I'm sure you'd like be my guest as a Roman citizen," Aizen said, but the Gaul continued frowning. "What I mean is.... as my guest, I'd want you to enjoy yourself. Whether if it's food and wine or rather...." At that, he suddenly grasped the shoulder of a female slave who was passing by him and turned her to Grimmjow, who raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Perhaps you want something more carnal.... wouldn't you say?" he enticed quietly.
Ichigo felt a jolt of shock from what Aizen was offering to Grimmjow. He knew that he was infamous for offering his slaves as prostitutes to his party guests, but to do it in front of him was hard to believe. However, Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk at the offer as he gazed at the nude slave. Her long black hair was pulled into two ponytails, and her petite size indicated that she was a young teen. But her violet eyes behind her mask seemed mature enough to take on the request, as she stood patiently for her master's orders. Grimmjow smirked, it certainly had been months since he laid with a woman and he wasn't going to turn down the offer now.
"Are you sure that you want me to fuck your slaves?" he questioned.
"As long as you're careful with them, Grimmjow," Aizen smiled lightly. "Of course, if your master's all right with it...." he added, taking a brief glance at the frowning teen.
"Well, I was asking him about getting a woman as a reward, but he didn't think that it was a good idea," smirked Grimmjow. "Something about disturbing the household...."
"Well, I don't mind what you wish to do, Grimmjow, so go ahead," he replied as he took the slave's hand. The Gaul chuckled lightly, as he reached out to take it, only for his wrist to be suddenly grasped. He frowned as he glared at Ichigo, who halted his actions.
"Can I speak to you for a moment?" he questioned, and Grimmjow scoffed in disbelief. What was he doing? "Sorry about this, Aizen...." Ichigo nodded before forcing the annoyed slave through the hallways. Grimmjow just scowled, the one and possibly only time that he could have sex and yet his master was preventing it, as they found an vacant bedroom and Ichigo closed the door. "What do you think you're doing, Grimmjow?" he frowned.
"Me....? What the fuck are you doing?" scoffed Grimmjow as he glared at him. "The man simply offered me a girl like he was giving me a cup of water, and you're acting that it was wrong!"
"Well, it is wrong to use people for something like sex! It doesn't look right to me!" Ichigo argued.
"Tch, of course it wouldn't to you, brat, because you're nothing but a fucking virgin," he scoffed, much to the teen's annoyance.
"Quit mentioning that--"
"I wouldn't have to, but since you're just a weak little brat, I really could give shit about you," Grimmjow scowled angrily. Ichigo scoffed and was about to reprimand him, but was suddenly pushed against the wall and his widened eyes stared at the Gaul out of subtle fear. "See that....? You're fucking weak, that's why you're using me as a pathetic fantasy of being a gladiator," he growled lowly, his grip on the teen's arms tightened to prove his point. Ichigo inhaled at the pinching pain and stared at the sharp cyan eyes that were full of contempt. "You're not as different as any other Roman here, brat. You're using me like the man was using his slaves in the party.... I'm just a fucking slave to you, even if I was a noble in my tribe."
"That's not true--"
"Oh yeah? You've forgotten that I'm using you also, brat," he scoffed. "I'll get what I want, then I'll leave that fucking place once I'm done. I'm getting tired of you trying to get me feel that slavery was the best for me. I only chose to stay was not because of you. It was never for you that I'm fighting, it's just what I want to do for myself." He stepped away from Ichigo, who felt his body shudder a little, and scoffed at him. "I could care less for you, quite honestly, but I just want my end of the bargain out of you. Simple as that."
Ichigo said nothing, instead he frowned sadly as he shook his head. It was true that he bought Grimmjow so he could have a gladiator, but it wasn't because he wished to fantasize about it. He wasn't even using him to fight, in his opinion, he was hoping that they could try to get along and maybe become friends. But the Gaul was still hostile and defensive against him for no apparent reason, and he felt frustrated yet sad about it. ".... I'm sorry, Grimmjow," he muttered, but Grimmjow replied with a annoyed scoff.
"Whatever, brat, I don't give a fuck...." he frowned, promptly walking past him for the door. But as soon as he reached for the handle, he paused when he suddenly heard a soft snifle. He frowned and turned his gaze to the teen, who slid to the floor with his knees raised and his face buried in his arms. His body shivered as he tried not to cry. Grimmjow blinked in slight confusion, did he make him cry? He scoffed under his breath as he opened the door and left, that was why he couldn't stand being around a weakling like him. "Why should I care....?"
He quickly went back to the sitting and luckily enough Aizen was still there with the slave. It seemed that the senator was waiting for him, as he smiled lightly the moment the Gaul walked to him. "There you are.... where is Ichigo, by the way?" he asked.
"Oh, I dunno, I just left him alone," he shrugged. "But I don't think he cares about me taking up your offer."
"Ah, all right then. Have fun, Grimmjow," Aizen smiled, handing the servant over to Grimmjow. "I'm sure you can find a room to occupy yourself."
"Great," smirked Grimmjow, relishing the sight of the slave as he grabbed her wrist and led her out of the room. But he was unaware that Ginjou was there, hidden among the masked guests. His sepia eyes narrowed in surprise, he wondered why someone like him was doing here in the party. But.... if Grimmjow was here, then it must mean that Ichigo was probably here also. He grinned, despite feeling intoxicated, as he made his way to the direction where the Gaul had came from. He would be glad that the teen was here, and that he would be having fun for once.
(Blood and Sand)
Holy hell! I've written too much on this chapter that I had to cut and copy the last scenes to the next chapter! It's really good, I assured you. I had to do it cuz when I checked the chapter, I've written over 80 KB of words! I think that's almost 20,000 words! But I'll give you a few hints of what'll happen: Ginjou . . . . with a rape-face! Dahh!
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