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Destructions Malice.	By : Jessykins Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Victory was short lived for the two soul reapers, almost the instant their enemy fell a soul pressure unlike either of them had ever felt engulfed the area. Fear crept into both of them.

”What the hell? D-Roy’s been killed?” asked an ominous voice from above, “Whatever. I’ll just have to kill both of you then!”

The Arrancar was to calm, it was as if he had already won. He was smiling! They had just beaten another of his kind with relative ease and he was smiling!

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shinigami. I’m Arrancar six, Grimmjow!”

The two Shinigami looked on as he slowly floated down toward them, it felt almost as if they were prey strapped in a corner…and a beast descended down upon them to feast.

“What’s…with this guy’s reiatsu?” Rukias voice was shaky, her words forced, she could hardly even speak and he was forty feet away.

“Is he an Arrancar, too?” she asked unable to relate him to the one before. “Is he really…the same type as that last one?”

She stared into the eyes of the beast, unable to look away from those unblinking blue orbs staring at her. Every ounce of her sanity screamed at her to turn away, to run, to escape…but those eyes held her in place. She could do nothing, nothing but stand there like a fool. Even Ichigo made no noise, no attempt to attack or flee. What was he!?

“The level of his reiatsu is…worlds apart!” she stuttered, “we can’t...we have to-“

That foreboding voice slithered toward them cutting her off, her mind went blank and all her attention turned to the Arrancar.

“Which one?” he asked a insane grin sliding across his face, “I’m asking which one of you is strongest?” His eyes were wild with anticipation, darting back and forth between the two as if he were a starving man presented with a buffet.

It was sudden and instinctual, out of her control. She turned to Ichigo in fear knowing he would want to fight and likely kill him, “Damn! Ichigo! Run away!” But it seemed it was to late already. God he was fast, she hadn’t even heard his movements and his fist was set firmly into her stomach. She though she was dead, her vision blurred and she went numb. The following hit never even registered to the woman, her last conscious thoughts were of Ichigo. Her last site was of the world spinning, and in fact it was…for she was flying through the air from the shear impact of the Arrancars second hit.

Ichigo was in shock, Rukias body landed some distance away, rolled limply to a stop then stilled. He tried to speak but couldn’t, was she…dead? No it couldn’t be…not like that…not so close!

Grimmjow spoke in a slightly disappointed tone “I figured it wasn’t you.”

Ichigos gaze focused on Grimmjow and that flame of rage sparked inside him, “Rukia!” He Moved forward in a blur with the intention to do little more then cleave through the bastard in one mighty blow. But his blade met with the palm of Grimmjows hand…and stopped. He tried to hide his dismay, his confusion…but the fact that he had stopped his attack so easily had already seeped into his confidence.

Without warning a powerful blast of reiatsu exploded beneath the tip of Ichigo’s blade sending him spinning into the air.

“Damn it” exclaimed the Shinigami, realizing just what he had gotten himself into.

Grimmjow remained in place lazily cleaning the inside of his ear with his pinky, “Hey, Shinigami, quit yankin’ my chain. I don’t wanna waste my time killing you in such a pathetic state. I’m waiting for you to use your Bankai, do it before I get any more bored…or I’ll kill you…just like your friend…”

Ichigo was infuriated, not only was the bastard telling him to use Bankai like it was a joke…but he had to use it to even stand a chance against him. He moved his sword in front of him grasping it firmly with both hands.

“Ban-kai!”

He was instantly consumed in spiritual pressure his power growing immensely from it’s original level. Below Grimmjow was unimpressed, almost let down at the idea that he had come here for such a waste of time as the Shinigami before him.

“Oh well, guess it will be a short day then.”

Grimmjow exploded off the ground towards the Shinigami above, giving him little more then a second to finish the change into Bankai. The Arrancar was pleasantly surprised when his first swing was dodged, maybe this would be entertaining after all.

Grimmjow grasped the Shinigami by the throat violently and threw him to the ground. He impacted hard sending a large cloud of dust and debris in all directions. Grimmjow was but a moment behind intending to smash his skull into the ground before he had a chance to recover, yet even with his speed his fist hit nothing but earth. Pulling his hand from the shattered concrete he turned to see Ichigo charging him once again. Grimmjow waited until the last possible second, until his enemies blade was mere inches from his head before sidestepping from it’s path. The shinigami was for to emotional, screaming with every attack as if it would let him cut the Arrancar. He swung again and Grimmjow casually caught his blade, pulling him close for a moment allowing the Shinigami to connect gazes with him. Grimjow let a small laugh escape his lips before hurtling the Shingami down across the asphalt.

Grimmjow caught up quickly and connected with a powerful right hook sending his enemy high into the air. A harsh sound of static filled the air and the Arrancar vanished only to materialize above Ichigo now falling towards him elbow raised to meet his lower back. But it only met air, he now found himself with his back open to any attack Ichigo wished to inflict. He spun quickly and caught the Shinigami’s blade, then brutally pulled the boy toward him. His forearm connected mid face, the sheer impact made his enemy drop his blade. Grimmjow watched him flutter toward the earth and casually examined the Zanpakuto.

“What a waste…perfectly good sword wasted on him.” He toyed with the tip checking just how sharp it was, “Tch…couldn’t cut butter with this thing.”

Grimmjow descended into the cloud of dirt to finish the Shinigami off and call it a day. But all he found was an impact crater spattered with blood.

“Hey! Shinigami! Just come out…die like a man!” he called into the darkness…but he received no answer, “Tch”

Back at the beginning a bloodied but not quite beaten Shinigami stumbled toward his friend collapsing with a painful breath next to her.

“Rukia…” he grasped her shoulder and turned her onto her back, “Rukia!” she wouldn’t wake. “Dammit!”

At least she was breathing and despite what he had thought she was relatively alright, a few bruises sure but it looked like the impact just put her lights out. Ichigo had to get her out of here, stall until the others could…

“Shinigami!!” Grimmjow wasn’t to far off and it sounded like he was heading toward them.

“Dammit! Give me a break!” Ichigo pleaded as he used what remaining strength he had to lift Rukia into his arms.

He stumbled in what he hoped was the opposite direction of the Arrancar, minutes felt like hours, everything hurt and having to carry her was making even a fast walk hard. He knew only pure luck was going to keep him from being found, the Arrancar would be able to catch them easily if he came this direction. He grimaced, he would be defenseless without his sword…well…worse off anyway.

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Grimmjow could just barely sense his target, he was hiding his energy well…or he really was so beat to shit already that he really only had that much left. He glided through the air slowly not in to much of a hurry to find the orange haired punk. He instead casually watched the lights of battle all around him, the others were doing well…Aizen had underestimated the Shinigami here greatly, idiot. Then he noticed a figure down below, stumbling forward, he was running already…pussy.
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Ichigo was gasping for breath, he wasn’t going to be able to go much further, he needed a secluded spot to rest out of site. Ichigo staggered into a yard, setting Rukia underneath one of the trees before falling onto the ground next to her. He could feel that he had a broken rib or two, likely why he was having so much trouble breathing.

“Dammit, why is he…so much…stronger.” He asked himself trying to find a weakness, there had to be something!

“Heh…”

Ichigo gazed up, eyes wide full of fear and surprise. Standing casually above him was Grimmjow…that sadistic grin and piercing eyes burning a hole into him. He didn’t have any idea what he was going to do, but for the moment he had to survive.

Ichigo rolled to the side just barely evading impalement by his own blade, but was caught with a swift kick to his midsection before he could recover. If they weren’t broken already, those ribs definitely were now. Grimmjow paced above the boy as he slowly crawled for Rukia watching as he grew closer to her, slowly understanding his goal.

“Tch, quit worrying about the woman idiot.” He said grabbing a tuft of that orange hair and lifting him to eye level. “You have bigger things to worry about.” Rukia’s eyes opened slowly, she was still dazed. As her eyes focused she realized what was happening. The Arrancar had Ichigo pinned against a wall and was brutally beating him. His cries of pain instantly brought tears into her eyes, she had to help…had to stop it. She pulled herself to her feet and fell forward using her bodies momentum to move her toward the Arrancar.

“Ichigo!” she cried as she slashed downward at he bastards back.

Grimmjow growled looking over his shoulder at the bitch, it wasn’t that she hurt him…more that she wasn’t dead. He turned back to the Shinigami, he was barely standing now…wasn’t even able to stand straight now. Grimmjow turned in anger and backhanded the woman roughly sending her spinning back to the ground where she belonged.

The Shinigami clutched the Arrancars shoulder, “I’ll…I’ll kill you…bastard…Your fighting me…leave her be.”

Grimmjow laughed as he turned, he palmed the punks face and smashed his head into the wall. He stepped back...and watched his body crumple to the ground. But the idiot still took breath…it was too bad really, if he would just die it all wouldn’t be so painful. It was then looking down at the two defeated Shinigami that he realized just why neither of them would die.

“HA! You are pitiful…both of you!” He cackled and pulled the punk to his feet, “Since you don’t want to die when I beat you…” he gazed over his shoulder at the girl, “I’ll just Kill you another way…”

Grimmjow pulled the Shinigami’s arms above his head placing his hands over each other. He pulled the stolen blade from his belt and laughing while he did so rammed it through his hands, The Shinigami screamed in agony before losing consciousness from the pain. Grimmjow laughed and began roughly slapping him.

“Wake up you idiot, your going to miss the show!” he chuckled as he began coming to, “Good, I wouldn’t want you to miss all of the fun we are going to have.” Grimmjow turned his back to his enemy his wild grin a constant on his face, “Enjoy the show…Shinigami..."
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