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Needles 05

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reverse harem (OC x everyone)

chapter 01

Rin raised her fist to knock on the door before her, only to hear a familiar voice call:

"Enter."

She swallowed her surprise and slid the door open. She saw Captain Hitsugaya sitting at a desk, a pile of papers in front of him, and Lieutenant Matsumoto lying on a couch.

"Ah, Rin-chan, you made it!" The busty woman sat up and stretched.

"Um...I thought you said you had the day off?" Rin glanced at the vein popping on the captain's forehead.

"You did, did you?" His low voice sent chills through Rin, but Lieutenant Matsumoto seemed immune to it.

"I need to get her ready for her trip to the world of the living! Since I won't be going, I need her at her best to enjoy enough for the both of us!" She kept going about how unfair it was that she wasn't the presiding lieutenant, even though she specifically requested to take the students this year.

"Captain, I can come back later if this is a bad time." Rin murmured to the shorter Shinigami.

"She won't be doing any work in this state. might as well get her off my hair." The vein was still pulsing on his face. "Leave, already, Matsumoto. You're too noisy, and I have work."

"Ah. Thank you, Captain!" Rin managed to catch him waving dismissively at them as the excited lieutenant dragged her away. "Rangiku, you shouldn't rile Captain Hitsugaya up like tha-oomph!"

"Rin-chan, you finally called me by my name!"

Rin struggled to pull out of the suffocating embrace. She panted and held Rangiku at arm's length. She was barely given any time to breathe as she was pulled into the bathhouse.

This time of day, the baths were a bit fuller, but they didn't have to wait. Rin smiled politely at the fourth division member who handed them towels and they scrubbed before sinking into the warm pool. Rin sighed at the warmth and rubbed the arm Ikkaku had used as leverage to throw her into the wall yesterday.

"So, if you're not going, who is?" Rin finally asked. She didn't want to admit she was pouting a little.

"Ninth Division Lieutenant, Hsagi Shuuhei." Rangiku was at her usual spot at the edge of the pool, with her head resting against a folded towel. Rin lazily walked backwards until her toes barely touched the floor, then stayed at that depth, frowning at her reflection.

"What's he like? Is he taking us to the museum?" Rin mumbled into the water surface.

"You'll like Hisagi-kun. He's really into music." Rangiku assured her. "I heard you were going to a club...or a bar...or both, I don't remember." Rangiku watched Rin scowl at the water until she came to terms with the situation. They lazed a little bit more before leaving to dry off and walk to Rangiku's quarters.

Rangiku had laid a variety of clothes out for her, but Rin was more concerned about the limp body thrown on a chair.

"What." She pointed. "Is that?"

"Oh, that's your gigai." Rangiku barely glanced at it. "This isn't just a random graduation party. It's your first test to see if you adapt to your gigai. So you can go on missions in the world of the living later on." She explained. Rin made an 'oh' with her mouth and nodded.

"How do I...put it on?" She grabbed the wrist of the beige gigai and inspected it. It had no distinguishing features. "How do we make it look like me?"

"Just pull it on as if it were clothing. Slip into it." Rangiku guided her into the creepy doll and after a bright flash, she was feeling as if she were wearing a too tight one-piece.

"It's too tight!" Rin moved around to try and loosen the thing containing her soul.

"They're always too tight." Rangiku nodded.

"Where's my sword?!" Rin patted her back and shoulders, looking for the long blade.

"It disappears when you're in your gigai. Calm down, Rin!"

"What if I need it? What if a Hollow appears?"

"There's going to be a lieutenant there. and you'll receive a soul candy for emergencies." Rangiku forcefully turned her around. "You're getting worked up over nothing. Come, let's get you dressed, we don't have much time." Rin looked down and noticed she was naked. Blushing, she pulled a robe from Rangiku's closet and wrapped herself in it, before paying attention to the clothes the strawberry blonde had laid out for her.

Rangiku had thought of a whole outfit for her. Rin eyed the lacy underwear sceptically, but it was surprisingly comfortable, making sure she could dance to her heart's content. Then, she slipped on black jeans. The pair was a bit old, it was a hand-me-down, with a rip behind the left knee and another on the right thigh, but it was soft and stretchy. The high waist felt really comfortable, and Rin marvelled at the illusion of an even thinner waist. She shed the robe to turn and look at herself in the wall mirror, her eyes widening at the upside-down heart her bottom resembled. Rangiku smiled gleefully at how her choices were so well received.

Next, came a silver top. Rin smiled at the style. It covered her breasts, stomach and lower back, but left her shoulders and upper back bare, just two crossed straps to offer support. This allowed her tattoo of a realistic black widow spider to be visible on her left shoulder, one of its long legs reaching up her neck. She threw her hair to the right to make it even more visible. Trying out some movements, she was happy no nipples would be popping out any time soon. Rangiku was ecstatic to find out she had a rich bosom, though not nearly as hefty as hers, and proceeded to fondle Rin until the latter threatened to leave without any makeup.

Rangiku sat her down to do her makeup and begrudgingly acquiesced to not overdo it. Rin didn't need much anyway. She knew she was beautiful (of course she was, she was Yumichika's sister), and needed little to stand out. Her hair, the same colour as her brother's, was uncharacteristically left alone to hang in waves, similar to Rangiku's, down to her elbows. Her lilac eyes were also like her brother's, and the colour popped with the black applied all around it in a smoky style. Rin wasn't fond of lipstick, so Rangiku just smeared a little chapstick on to disguise her nervous habit of chewing the corner of her lip.

It had taken longer than she hoped, and the sun was already setting. Rangiku finally declared her ready after handing her a worn black leather jacket and a pair of platform stiletto ankle boots.

"What's taking you so damn long?" Ikkaku hammered at the door. Rangiku opened the door and ushered Rin out. Her brother's friend was wearing a gigai and human clothes as well and was apparently ready to leave.

"Have fun!" She waved and watched them go.

The air was a little chilly, but Rin didn't mind. She shrugged on her new jacket, but left it open. Finally looking to Ikkaku, she noticed he looked rather nice in a black button-up shirt tucked into dark blue jeans, held up by a simple belt. They were both barefoot as they walked to the edge of the balcony where Ikkaku's black dress shoes were. He slipped into them and turned as Rin spoke.

"You clean up nicely, Ikkaku." She smiled as her hand held on to his shoulder to balance herself as she lifted a foot to slip it into her new (used) boots. After putting on both heels, she was still a head shorter than Ikkaku, who looked appreciatively down at her.

"So do you." He paused, frowning as a thought hit him. "You're gonna be a pain to keep track of, aren't you?"

"You can bet on it." Rin smirked flirtatiously and sashayed away. Ikkaku groaned partly at his task at 'keeping an eye on her' and at the way her hips swayed to compensate for her walking in those death traps she called shoes.

The Senkaimon was open and a few students were passing through, all in gigais and human clothes fit for 'clubbing'. Rin and Ikkaku passed and arrived at a secluded street, following the other students around a corner to a line, where they waited for a while, until Rin sighed in exasperation. Ikkaku was leaning against the wall, watching her get impatient. Rin spotted a large man who was permitting and blocking the entrance into the bar they were trying to enter. Rin caught his eye and shifted her weight to her left leg, cocking her hip and smiling at him. He immediately waved her over, unclasping the royal blue rope between her and the door. Rin took long strides, smiling brilliantly at the man. She rested her hand on his chest and thanked him, slipping inside, all the while ignoring Ikkaku's yells of protest.

The air was close, humid and warm inside the club, and Rin immediately slipped off her jacket, handing it to a girl with green hair and facial piercings behind a counter. The girl gave her a plastic square with a number on it, which Rin pocketed. Finally opening her senses to listen to the music, she was surprised it wasn't electronic, but what she had learned to be a genre of music called 'grunge', or 'metal', or a mixture of both, she couldn't quite place it. She spotted Nakashima's tall frame at the bar and approached him.

"Damn!" He greeted her.

"Damn yourself, slowpoke!" Rin appraised her academy rival. He was tall and lanky, with enough muscle to make the white long-sleeved shirt stretch enticingly across his chest and shoulders.

He laughed and held up two fingers to the barman, who gave him two green glass bottles. Nakashima handed her one and kept another. They toasted, held up their bottles in greeting to the inconspicuous figures watching them and drank deeply.

"Onmitsukido watching you too, huh?" He turned and rested his elbows on the bar behind him.

"Yep. Looks like we're stuck together." Rin hoisted herself up on the barstool.

"I thought Ikkaku was supposed to escort you here. Where is he?" Rin pretended not to hear him over the loud music and pointed to her ear, shaking her head. Nakashima rolled his eyes and turned back to people watch on the dance floor. They spotted a few of their academy friends, but most were mortals. Rin turned her eyes to the stage, where a set of drums with a shaggy blonde behind it, hammering away at the instrument was pushed back to make space for three other people. A bass player, brown hair all over his face and down to his elbows swayed to the music on the right side of the stage. On the left, a beautiful redhead with tits barely contained in her shredded tank top was so far gone into her solo, her booted foot on one of the soundboxes on the edge of the stage. Her long legs were in red checkered trousers, she was the embodiment of sexy. Or so Rin thought, until she turned her eyes to the vocalist, who was nodding his head silently to the guitar solo.

He was tall, slender, and muscular, similar to Nakashima, but he obviously had more training than her colleague. His bare arms and the triangle of skin under his long neck glistened with sweat, his black shirt sticking to his toned chest and a white leather biker vest hanging on his microphone stand. His long fingers were tucked in the pockets of his dark blue jeans, ripped at the knees, and steel-toed boots were tapping to the beat. but what most called attention to him were the tattoos on his face.

"Quit undressing the man with your eyes, Ayasegawa!" Nakashima scoffed.

"You're right, I should do it with my teeth…" Rin slid from her barstool and made her way to the dance floor. The song was just ending, but a new one started soon enough. Rin didn't mind the many hands trailing her body, she herself let her hands roam until she found a nice, curvy girl, shorter than she was, who smelled like strawberries and vanilla. Rin snapped her eyes to the short beauty in front of her and started dancing to the music.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing!"

Rin was more attracted to the vocalist, and since the tiny minx in her arms danced with her eyes closed, she let her own roam to the stage. Her silver top caught the light as she danced, so she was a reflecting beacon of flashing colours as she moved with the body flush against her side. The vocalist had spotted her.

"So fine this day

All your problems has gone away

But tomorrow, when you wake up

All your problems are back to stay

Your life, a game

Turn it up, turn it up with cocaine

And everytime that you live is a time when you feel

And the only time you heal

Tell me what it is

And it would never be like this

A problem that we have in common

Baby tell me what it is

It probably doesn't mean a piss

Yeah rip my heart apart"

Rin watched the man's lips as he sang.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once"

When she noticed him staring at her, she slowly guided her dance partner closer to the stage, roaming her hands over soft curves and allowing the girl to roll her hips against her thigh while resting her wrists on Rin's bare shoulders.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

Rin decided to enjoy the small body against her and lowered her head to bury her face in the crook of the minx's neck, but her perfume was way too sweet for Rin's nose. Instead, she turned her head to kiss a shoulder while she pulled the supple hips flush against her.

"White snow

I know

You're on a place where I just can't go

But I hope you do remember

Your snow doesn't warm you in December"

She was made aware of the attention she and her partner were attracting from other dancers by the vocalist snapping his eyes behind her, and decided to edge even closer to the stage.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing"

The guitarist was really beautiful up close, and Rin couldn't help but throw her a wink.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once

Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

Rin felt a warm chest touch her back and turned her head to see a man, bolder than the ones around them, sandwich her between himself and her minx, who didn't seem to mind the extra pair of hands on her. She reached back and put her hand on the man's nape, pulling him and the girl in front of her closer to her neck. At the last second, she slipped away and turned to see the two kissing. Rin turned back to the stage to see the vocalist grinning. She was finally close enough to rest her hands on the edge of the stage and prop her weight forward, just as the vocalist put his booted foot next to her hand and knelt down, Rin almost leaning into the space between his legs. He bent forward until their faces were a hand width apart, the microphone between them in his fist, but Rin kept quiet as he continued singing, tilting his head as he openly leered at her.

"Tell me what it is

And it would never be like this

A problem that we have in common

Baby tell me what it is

It probably doesn't mean a piss

Yeah rip my heart apart"

Rin was too far gone into the music and the musky smell of that man in front of her to control her actions, so she twirled surprisingly steadily on her heels to sway along to the refrain.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing"

She threw her arm up and bobbed her head to the drums. A stranger latched his front to her back and roamed his hands over her body, but she kept her eyes on the vocalist and stepped away from the body and back to the edge of the stage.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once"

The vocalist turned his eyebrows up in a pleading manner as he sang, raising his index finger.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

The vocalist snatched his vest from the microphone stand, putting the equipment back in its place as the base and guitar players sang:

"Now it's too late...Now it's too late...Now it's too late..."

The tall man walked to the edge of the stage, making Rin step back and watch him drop down in front of her. She shifted her eyes to the stage, but a new band was getting ready behind the one currently playing, waiting for them to finish up. Looking back up at the face leaning over her, she smiled lasciviously and slid her hands up his chest and rested her wrists on his shoulders. She didn't mind the sweat drenching his shirt, even going so far as hooking her finger in his ripped v-neck and pulling it a few centimetres away from his neck to blow air down his chest. He closed his eyes in bliss and threw his head back, and Rin naturally took the chance to run her fingers across the choker on his neck, trailing her fingers down the tendons.

They started swaying to the music the new band was playing, and Rin was enjoying the style much more than she expected, but the man holding on to her waist was faltering. He lowered his head to whisper loudly in her ear over the music.

"Let's go get a drink."

Rin smiled apologetically at him. She figured he'd be dehydrated and overheated after performing on a stage under spotlights, so she grabbed his hand and led him to the bar. She spotted Nakashima sitting with Ikkaku on the far end of the bar and winked at them. She didn't want to deal with their judgemental looks, so she hopped on a barstool and turned her back to them, choosing to cross her legs, but rest her calf on the vocalist's hip as he leaned on the bar and talked to the barman.

Receiving another beer and watching the man cracking open a water bottle, Rin thought about what she was going to do. Well, she knew she wanted that vocalist's face between her thighs, but she had Nakashima, Ikkaku, and two Onmitsukido members to deal with. Her resolve weakened considerably as she watched the man's throat flex as he gulped down the cold water. Some of it drizzled down his throat, making Rin's hand move on its own to grab a napkin and pat him dry. She used the wet napkin to pat his forehead too, receiving a thankful smile.

"Do you need to get some air?" Rin leaned towards his shoulder and spoke loudly to be heard over the music. The man nodded, his eyebrows turned up apologetically. He led her through a side door to a smoking area, sighing in relief at the crisp night air and turning back to Rin, who was digging in her pockets. She fished out a pack of cigarettes and held them up. "You mind?" she asked politely.

"Not if you give me one." he smirked. Rin handed him one and held the lighter as he puffed. Rin pulled a cigarette out for herself, but pocketed the lighter. Instead, she grabbed the man's vest and pulled him closer, so she could light her cigarette on his. He smiled around his smoke, locking gazes with her. "What's your name?" he asked as he watched her exhale to the side.

"Rin."

"Just Rin?" he raised his eyebrows as she smirked.

"I like your voice." Rin changed the subject.

"Yeah? I always thought it was just screaming in tune." He laughed and puffed from between his fingers.

"I'm not saying it's not." Rin laughed at his expression. "But you can pull it off." Rin turned her head to take a drag from her cigarette and rest her head on the wall behind her. She saw him move from the corner of her eyes and felt his lips on her neck. Humming appreciatively, Rin rested the hand that wasn't holding a cigarette on the back of his head and tilted her neck to give him better access.

"I like your tattoo." He mumbled with his lips against the spider on her left shoulder. His lips trailed up the spider's leg towards her ear. "I like your piercings." Rin laughed and turned her head to look at him.

"But you haven't seen them all…" Rin smirked openly and ran her tongue stud over her bottom lip. After a brief moment of slack-jawed surprise, the man leaned closer and whispered against her lips:

"You are so hot." They joined in an open-mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling and their pants mixing with the cigarette smoke outside. After a few moments, they separated and just alternatively breathed in the fresh air and puffed at their cigarettes. His hands were on her waist and hers in his hair. They were barely keeping their cigarettes from burning each other.

Rin settled against the wall while he towered over her, his feet on either side of hers. They finished smoking rather quickly, Rin eager to return inside to dance a little more. She noticed the man looking at her left breast, where she was willing to bet the crisp night air had made her nipple hard enough to show her piercing through the fabric.

"If you play your cards right, you might see that one too." Rin smirked and pulled him back inside the club.

#bleach #fanfiction #fanfic #ikkaku #ikkaku madarame #shuhei hisagi #songfic #oc

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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someone please draw hisokafish

Clownfish but instead of a clown it's a jester. A jesterfish.

#hisoka #hisoka morow #hunter hunter #hxh

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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why did this bring tears to my eyes?

Rib and Cricket cause existential dread!

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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i still remember soifon tryna fuck up kisuke and figure out why yoruichi chose him over her, and when i was a kid, i WANTED her to fuck his ass up, but now..... i realize it was never about kisuke. 😭 poor soi just didnt get it. yoruichi never loved her like that. her bond with kisuke was stronger cuz that was her best FRIEND and her ultimate ride or die. soi was a subordinate who wanted to be the lover and protector, who wanted the woman more than she wanted the job, but yoru just wasn’t about it. urayoru was the sibling kinship you couldn’t kill with a bad romance. yoruichi really said bros before hoes before abandoning the goddamn country, and yet soifon was a simp until the very end. 😭😭😭

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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First time I got a request answered, I'm so happy with how it turned out!!!

Completely understand and I'm glad you're looking out for yourself! I think you meant a tsundere reader but I wasn't sure... So here's some drabbles of tsundere!reader x adult trio

Lmao each one gets longer, so sorry for the short Hisoka one

Hisoka

The sun has set and it's time for bed. You crawl under the sheets next to Hisoka and turn your back to him. Honestly you would love to cuddle right now, it's been a long day. Though, you never need to ask. Hisoka shuffles behind you and wraps his arms around you and drapes his leg over yours.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" You ask, but there's no anger behind the question.

He kisses the back of your neck and you feel your face flush. "Let's see..." He humms, "I'm in bed, and I am under the covers."

He feigns surprise with his words, "Oh yeah, and I'm holding you."

You huff as if angry, but you rest your hand on his and sink back into him.

Illumi

He definitely isn't the most affectionate of people. And it is quite annoying. You always want to hold him but don't know how to ask. Even if you didn't have intimacy issues this would be difficult to ask about.

But today, you make your move. Illumi is standing with his back to you while he writes something down. You'd rather not ask who the letter is for.

In a moment of courage, you leap forward and wrap your arms around him. You bury your face into his back but say nothing.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asks, but you stay silent.

He grabs your arms and loosen them from him some so he can turn around and hold you. "Is something wrong? Do I need to get a doct-"

You remove your face from his chest just long enough to say, "Just be quiet okay."

"Oh. Okay." Something in his voice makes you think he's embarrassed.

Chrollo

He's always so busy, and if he's not gone, he's reading or doing something. It's no wonder that you crave his touch and presence. It's too embarrassing to just go up to him and hug him... But it's also embarrassing to just stare at him. Staring at him and hoping he reads your mind is the easier option.

He sits in the love seat with a book open on his lap. He only has a few chapters left and you don't want to interrupt him. So instead of conversing, you decide to roam the internet on your phone. Make sure to remember to clear your search history, your most recent search being, "How do I be affectionate?'.

Though, you can't stop yourself from glancing up at him every few seconds. Until he makes eye contact with you. You can feel your ears flush, it sucks being this way with your partner.

"Come here." He says with a kind smile.

"Why?"

He frowns dramatically, "You don't trust me?"

You roll your eyes and stand up, but your heart is pounding. The moment you get into arms reach, he grabs you by your waist and sits you on his lap.

"Chrollo!" You yelp.

He chuckles and hugs you tighter, "All you had to do was ask."

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty 03

words: 2354

Grimmjow x OC

Chapter 01

Grimmjow awoke to a dull throb in his shoulder. He tried to rub his face with his hands, but only one touched his head. Then the memories came rushing back. Tosen cutting off his arm and how he'd opened a garganta to the World of the Living and found himself on Lora's balcony. He looked down at himself. Lifting the covers, he saw his stump was bandaged. It still smelled of medicine.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" A soft voice startled him and he snapped his head around to see Lora sitting at her kitchen table sipping at a cup of tea. He groaned as he sat up and scowled at his situation in general. "Easy…" She stood and approached him, ignoring his growl as the back of her hand touched his forehead. "Good, you're not feverish. Are you hungry?" Grimmjow looked up at her. "Come on, talk to me, Kitten." Her hand drifted into his hair to push it away from his face.

"My name's Grimmjow." He growled at her nickname.

"Okay, Grimmjow, tell me how you feel." She smiled down at him and dropped her hand. Why did she stop? It had felt so good. Grimmjow's body moved before his mind could catch up to what he was doing. He bowed and leaned forward, pressing the top of his head to her stomach. She chuckled and rested both her hands on his head, fingers combing through his hair. "There…" Her voice was soothing. Running her fingers down his neck and onto his shoulders, she checked the bandages. Satisfied, she returned to lightly scratching her nails on his scalp.

Grimmjow was scowling at her socked feet, his lips pulled back in complete disgust at his own behaviour, but he couldn't stop the purr rumbling from his chest as her fingers touched him in a way he would never have thought anyone would ever want to touch him. His eyes were heavy, his body relaxing. Her hands steadied his shoulders when he started to lean sideways.

"Don't fall asleep. You have to eat something." She stepped away from him. "Come on." He allowed her to pull him from the sofa and rest her hand on his chest. He was steady, so she let go of him and turned, leading him back to the kitchen. He sat at the table and watched her move around, humming softly. Soon, a bowl of rice with eggs and a piece of roasted fish was on the table. He went for the fish first, unceremoniously stuffing it in his mouth and barely chewing. His eyes followed her as she sat and poured them both tea.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what happened?" He finally spoke after swallowing.

"No." She looked at him. "But if you want to tell me, I'll listen."

He just grunted as he finally picked up his chopsticks and started on the rice. It was tasty, but the fish had been better.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked her. He would flip the table, one armed and all, if she said she pitied him.

"Because no one deserves to go through whatever it is that made you so hostile and afraid of affection."

"I'm not afraid of anything!" He slammed his fist on the table.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you were." Lora surprisingly kept her composure. "What I meant, is that you deserve to feel safe and relaxed."

Grimmjow blinked. That concept was completely foreign to him. He had to be alert at all times. He's the King, and the King is in constant danger. Lora could see he wasn't taking her words very well, so she decided to drop it when he changed the subject.

"Where's that ugly cat of yours?" He looked around.

"Hemingway's out for a bit of fresh air." Lora sipped at her tea. "Do you want more fish?" She noticed he had pushed the rice and eggs aside. Grimmjow looked at the empty plate where the piece of meat had been, then back at her. She wordlessly took the plate and put a larger piece on it, placing it back in front of him. Grimmjow immediately started eating it. "You don't look starved. I'm glad my cooking pleases you so much." Lora giggled. Grimmjow froze. He never felt the need to eat human food, as an Espada, he survived on reishi. This was his panther side taking over. It always did when he was in danger, or in this case, injured. Licking his lips, he put the chopsticks down.

"It's good." This was the closest thing to a 'thank you' he would allow past his lips.

"You're welcome." She seemed to understand. "Do you need to leave now, or can I check your bandages first?"

"I'm fine, woman." Grimmjow stood and made his way to the balcony. Lora just sipped at her tea, pretending not to notice him hesitate at the glass door.

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It had been weeks since his last visit. Aizen had been defeated, and Hueco Mundo was being ruled by Tier Harribel. Grimmjow was restless, pacing his quarters in Las Noches like a caged animal. Why was his mind wandering back to that human? He should be confronting Harribel for the throne. He was the King!

After another hour of debating with himself, he opened a garganta and stepped into the World of the Living. Her apartment was empty, aside from the cat asleep on the couch. Grimmjow ignored him and jumped down to the street to look into the bookshop. A sign said 'closed' on the door. He turned and pointed his nose into the air, singling out the distinct smell of herbs and paper. Following it, he walked for about twenty minutes until he heard her voice.

"For the last time, no!" She sounded distressed. "Just leave me alone, Theopanes." Grimmjow rounded a corner and saw her trying to walk around a man, who was blocking her way.

"We both know that's not going to happen, my dear." Grimmjow felt a growl bubble up his throat at the man's tone of endearment. "Come have dinner with me." He saw red as the man's hand wrapped around Lora's arm.

In an instant he had sonidoed to her side, pulled her into his chest and was looking down his nose at the man, teeth bared and reiatsu flaring. Something primal inside of him kept repeating 'mine, mine, MINE!'. The man startled for a moment, but a mask of indifference fell across his features a moment later.

"Oh? That's quite a Golem you have there, Lora." He sneered at Grimmjow.

"What the fuck is a Golem?" Grimmjow growled and tightened his hold around the smaller body as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. 'mine!'

"Grimmjow, let go of me." Lora looked up at him, pushing against his chest. He loosened his hold, and she turned to walk away from the man. "Go home, Theopanes."

"Don't walk away from me, bit-AH!" His insult was interrupted by a loud snap. Looking back, Lora saw Grimmjow standing between them, holding Theopanes' arm at an odd angle. "You bastard, you broke my arm!"

"Don't touch her." Grimmjow spoke lowly. He felt something touch his back and turned his head to see Lora with an irritated look on her face.

"Let go." She dropped her hand and turned to walk away once more. "Come on." Grimmjow spared the man one last glare before dropping his arm and following Lora. The man was smarter than he looked, and did not follow them. They walked in silence, Grimmjow a little closer than necessary to Lora, his arm bumping her shoulder ever so often. "You shouldn't have done that." She finally spoke. He just scoffed at her. "Now they're going to be after you."

"Bring it on." A feral grin spread across his face. Lora just sighed and shook her head. They arrived at her shop and she unlocked the door, stepping inside. Grimmjow made to follow her, but an invisible barrier pushed against him. He looked quizzically at the door and tried again. Lora just stood and looked at him. "Let me in." He growled at her. She rose an eyebrow at his tone. He clicked his tongue and looked to the side, irritated, shoving his hands in his pockets. He would not ask again. He'd just leave.

And yet, his feet didn't move.

A moment of silence stretched between them as Lora stood and waited. He finally huffed and looked back at her, irritation written clearly on his face.

"May I come in?" He gritted through his teeth. After a moment, she turned and walked up the steps.

"Lock the door behind you." The barrier softened and he was able to pass through. He turned the key and followed her upstairs, grumbling to himself. "How's your arm?" She asked as they entered her apartment. He rolled his shoulder and let her push his jacket aside after setting a plastic bag on the kitchen table. Her fingers traced over his arm, not finding a scar or anything that betrayed his injury.

"I got it healed." He stood still, watching her hands.

"Yes, I can see that." He immediately missed the warmth on his skin as she dropped her hands and turned back to her plastic bag.

"Is that Theopanes I smell on you?" Hemingway had awoken and was hopping down from the couch.

"He followed me from the market." Lora rolled her eyes. "Grimmjow broke his arm."

"Oh, boy." Hemingway made for the window. "I'll set a perimeter." Lora opened the balcony door and thanked him, watching him leave.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you just caused me?" She turned back to the blue-haired man.

"I don't care, he shouldn't have touched you." Grimmjow frowned.

"He shouldn't have, but that's not your problem." Lora watched him grumble to himself as he paced around her apartment. She sighed and started putting her groceries away. When the silence became too irritating for her, she put on a vinyl, but the jazz wasn't as soothing as she hoped. Deciding to address the elephant in the room, she just asked: "Why?"

"Because you're mine!" Lora blinked in surprise at his outburst, before her exasperation kicked in.

"Excuse me?" Her fists went to her hips. "I don't belong to anyone, much less some stranger who popped by unannounced half a dozen times, whom I know nothing about, who bled all over my carpet, and who thinks he's entitled to-hm!" Lora's rant was interrupted by Grimmjow's lips crashing over hers. She spread her palms across his chest and pushed him away. He let her, but kept his hands on her waist. "What do you think you're doing?" Lora leaned away from him, angry and confused. She stilled as he bent down and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"Witch." He muttered.

"Well...yes." Lora was still perplexed at his actions.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He continued, not raising his head. "I can't stop thinking about the way you smell, how your touch feels, how your voice sounds…" Grimmjow growled at himself. "How...good...you make me feel." He nearly spat out the admission.

Lora sighed in understanding and stopped pushing him away. He was still a wild animal deep down, and was probably confused at the lack of threat she posed to him. He most likely had never felt someone care for him. She remembered how hostile he had been when she had tried to comfort him.

"I'm still my own person, and I don't belong to anyone." She spoke calmly now. His only response was to growl and pull her closer to him. "You can't just appear out of the blue and interfere with my life." She tried reasoning with him.

"He grabbed you." Grimmjow's logic was very simple.

"So did you." Lora leaned back and coaxed his head up to look at him. "I've taken care of myself until now, what makes you think I couldn't handle myself?"

"He grabbed you." Lora sighed and shook her head. It would take more patience than she had to make him understand the situation. She let go of his face and made to step away, but he stepped with her, until her back hit the kitchen sink behind her. His expression betrayed a mix of confusion, rage and affection as he looked down at her.

"Grimmjow what do you want?" She asked.

"You." He frowned. Wasn't it obvious?

"And how is that going to work?" Lora grabbed his wrists and tried to make him let go of her, but he just pressed his body closer. She didn't feel threatened, but her already strained patience was wearing thin. "Some kind of hostage situation?"

Grimmjow was reminded of the orange-haired woman Aizen had kidnapped and how she seemed to deflate a little every day she was kept in Las Noches. He didn't want that. He wanted Lora to want him as much as he wanted her, even though he didn't understand why he was feeling this way. He stepped back and let her put some space between them.

"Theopanes has his crows around the house, but I set a ward." Hemingway entered through the balcony door.

"Thank you." Lora smiled at him. Grimmjow frowned. Why wasn't she smiling at him? How could he make her smile at him like that? He turned and left out the balcony door without another word.

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It had been three days since he had last seen her. Grimmjow had spent them patrolling around her house, noticing patterns in the flight of birds on the first day, shooting them down with balas. On the second day, the man, Theo-something-or-other had approached the bookshop, but Grimmjow had dropped from the roof and just growled at him, watching the coward scamper away. The third day was eerily quiet, and the night brought the coward back with two other men and a woman. They emanated a dangerous aura, but so did Grimmjow. He had made quick work of them, barely restraining himself from killing anyone. They limped back to wherever they came from, beaten and bloody.

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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Needles 04

words: 2392

reverse harem (OC x everyone)

chapter 01

Rin awoke to something poking her cheek. She grumbled and turned away.

"I think she's asleep!" a loud whisper pulled Rin further away from sleep.

"Poke her again." Rin cracked an eye open at the poking on her cheek to see Lieutenant Kusajishi by her head. She shifted her head to glare at Ikkaku.

"What?" Rin rasped out.

"She's awake!" the pink-haired lieutenant smiled gleefully. "Baldy said you'd take me out to get sweets!"

"Did he now?" Rin sat up and rubbed her face.

"Don't rub your face, dear, you'll get wrinkles." Yumichika scolded her, already pristinely dressed for the day.

"You give me wrinkles." Rin mumbled and allowed the small girl to climb on the couch next to her and start undoing her braid.

"Come on, come on, go brush your hair, let's go!" she pushed the taller woman to stand, but Rin just wrapped the small girl in her arms and laid back down. "No! Let me go, stand up, Rin-chan!" Rin grabbed a little arm that managed to escape her grasp and reeled it back in. She smiled at the smell of cotton candy coming from the girl's hair, struggling to hold the wriggling child in her arms. "Nooooo!" Rin knew the Lieutenant could easily overpower her, and was only yelling theatrics. What she didn't realize, was that her shouting would attract…

"What's going on here?" Rin snapped her eyes open and slowly turned her head to stare at Captain Zaraki, panic seeping from her pores.

"Nothing." Rin replied in a small voice, letting her arms go slack, allowing her tiny prisoner to escape.

"Ken-chan, Baldy told me Rin-chan would take me to get sweets, but she's still asleep!"

"I'm wide awake now, Lieutenant." Rin laid there, stiff as a board, eyes blown wide, staring at the large captain looming above her in apprehension.

"Yachiru, you're not supposed to eat sweets in the morning." the captain plucked his lieutenant from her seat on Rin's lap. "Get up, you're training today. No slacking off in my squad." He ordered Rin, who merely nodded and watched him leave. Rin was used to sleeping over in her brother's room, but she still couldn't get used to the large captain and his cute lieutenant. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Ikkaku's sniggering. She stood and stomped to the bathroom, muttering:

"When he wakes up with shaved eyebrows, everyone's gonna think I overreacted…"

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Rin didn't have a Shinigami uniform yet, and she didn't want to wear her Academy uniform, so she opted for some clothes Lieutenant Matsumoto gave her. The busty woman was part of the Female Shinigami Society, and often gave Rin clothes that wouldn't fit her body or taste. Upon hearing about it, Lieutenant Kusajishi also left clothes in Yumichika's room for her. Though they were mostly children's clothes that were too big for the tiny girl, Rin liked the cute colours and patterns. She only kept the shirts, afraid of triggering some perv if she decided to use one of the ruffly dresses. Rin chose simple black leggings and a green shirt with a cartoon dinosaur on it.

Arriving at the training hall, some of her brother's closest acquaintances greeted her and she waved back. The lieutenant was immediately bouncing around her, ecstatic that Rin was wearing the shirt she had given her. Rin sat her sword on her lap to sit along the wall and watch the sparring. She pulled her long hair from Lieutenant Kusajishi's hands and twisted it into a thick rope, then into a high bun on the back of her head. Patting it to see if it was firm enough to spar, she shooed her brother away.

"Your hair will break if you twist it like that, Rin-chan!"

"Leave me be, Yumi-nii, go play with your friends." she slapped his hands away from her hair. Some sniggering was heard around them and she turned to see the one person in squad eleven that she couldn't stand.

"Something funny, Asano?" she asked loudly.

"I didn't think there were so many girls in squad eleven, is what's funny, Ayasegawa."

"From what I remember, last time a girl took you on you were left on a heap in the middle of the mess hall." various 'oooh's were heard around the hall.

"You wanna go again, bitch?"

"I don't want to touch you, fatso. Your reiatsu is disgusting."

"Coward."

"Lard-ball."

"Take it to the floor, ladies!" Captain Zaraki barked at them. Rin really didn't want to, but she wasn't about to say no to that man. She huffed and stood, taking her sword in hand, but not slinging it over her shoulder. She wanted to try something.

The sparring session started pretty much like any other. Both opponents measuring each other. Rin was glad Asano was a low-ranking seat, having left the academy only two years before. She could easily take him on, but she knew to be careful. If he landed a hit, it would be ugly and her brother probably wouldn't let her go to the world of the living tomorrow. Rin pulled her sword from the scabbard, but kept the sheath in her left hand. It would be difficult to hold Chihari with just one hand, since it was such a long sword, but she was confident she could manage.

Rin eyed her opponent as he approached. He had the grace of a limping rhino, so she easily evaded his attack by stepping to the right, knocking him on the leg with her scabbard. A laugh from her brother made her smirk.

"Ikkaku, look, she's doing the thing."

"Yeah, Rin, show him who's boss!" Ikkaku's cackle started a clamour of shouts and betting across the hall.

"Bitch." Asano growled and turned. He advanced slower this time, but his strikes were still a bit too strong for her to block with Chihari with just one hand. She crossed her sword with the scabbard and used the X to push him away. He reeked of stale sweat. Rin decided to end this quickly, she was in no mood to make him sweat any more. She shunpoed behind him and smacked the nape of his neck with as much force as she could with the wooden sheath. Asano staggered to his knee, and before he could stand, Rin activated her Shikai, throwing her needles at his back. Immediately, he fell sluggishly to the side as she felt foreign reiatsu entering her body. The fight was over.

Rin was tingling all over as she pulled her needles from Asano's back and rocked on the balls of her feet as she watched two squad members drag him away. She resheathed her sword and looked around, bouncing slightly to try and get rid of her excess energy as she watched bets being paid.

"Hey, Ayasegawa-chan, you okay?" Kitosembi eyed her shaking. Rin snapped her head towards him, her pupils blown.

"I'm awesome." she spoke a little too loudly. She reminded them of their Lieutenant on a sugar high. "Who wants to go again?" she looked around, an excited grin stretching across her lips.

"Heh, maybe that sword-" Captain Zaraki stood, but was soon blocked by Yumichika.

"Captain, your reasoning is sound, but she's barely out of the academy, I don't think she can take that much foreign reiatsu in her." Her brother explained. The captain was disgruntled, but let it go. If Rin were not under the influence of so much energy, she would have sighed in relief. Instead, she was restlessly shifting her weight from one leg to another, rocking her body back and forth, searching the training hall for someone to spar with her.

"Alright, let's do this. Rin, put your sword down." Ikkaku rose and as usual removed his haori, letting it hang around his waist. Rin's eyes snapped to him and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. She threw her sword to Kitosembi, who caught it and stepped away from them. Rin was shaking with excess energy, and wasn't controlling her movements so well. Ikkaku easily grabbed her and spun her around, pinning her arms to her sides. She struggled, but a swipe from Ikkaku's leg had him forcing her on her knees, then onto her stomach, his much larger body weighing her down.

"Let me up!" she growled at him.

"Make me." he dodged as she threw her head back, trying to hit his face with her skull. She grunted and managed to tangle his legs with her own and flip them over, but he didn't loosen his grip. Rin threw her legs in the air and reverse-rolled out of his grasp, immediately trying to punch him, but he grabbed her fist and twisted her arm as he turned to kneel and grab at her. Rolling sideways to avoid breaking her arm, Rin stuck out her leg and kneed Ikkaku in the temple, making him let her go. She quickly stood and tried kicking him again, but he grabbed her shin and rose, lifting her leg and laughing at her hopping on one foot to keep her balance.

Rin narrowed her eyes at him and jumped, using his arm as leverage to to spin in the air and kick him in the chin with her other leg. He let her go and stumbled back, holding his chin. She ran over to him and jumped, her fist pulled back to hit him again, but he spread his palm across her collarbone and pushed her away.

Grabbing his wrist, she tried to pull him closer and make him lose his footing by kicking his knee, but he was stronger and kept his ground. Instead, he pulled her to him and spun around, throwing her against the wall, using her arm as leverage. Rin hit the back of her head, but remained conscious. Rising her leg, she made to kick him in his chest, but he swerved and she managed only to get her foot caught in his grasp again.

"You're high on reiatsu, you need to learn to control it!" Ikkaku said for what seemed like the hundredth time. He pulled her leg, unbalancing her and throwing her on the floor. Rin used her other leg to tangle his and successfully made him fall, scrambling to sit on his chest and pulled back her fist to try and hit him again. Her fist lost momentum mid-punch and her arm flopped down on his chest. Rin had finally wound down from her energy high and slipped off Ikkaku's chest to sit on the floor, leaning back on her hands and panting.

"Feeling better?" He asked and sat up. Rin just groaned and held her head.

"This is worse than a hangover…" She whined.

"That's because you burn through the extra energy too fast." Ikkaku stood and pulled his uniform back on.

"How would you know?" Rin gingerly sat up.

"You told us, remember?" Yumichika helped her up and pulled her off the training floor to make way for others to train.

"Oh, yeah…" Rin shook her head. After an energy high, she always felt like shit, but it passed fairly quickly.

"Let's go get sweets!" Lieutenant Kusajishi tugged at her arm. Rin left the training hall after a nod from Ikkaku and a kiss from her brother. She retrieved her sword from Kitosembi and held onto the child's hand. The last time she had lost her, Captain Zaraki had nearly torn her head off.

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"So, today I found myself in the middle of Kuchiki Byakuya's mansion." Rin was telling her listeners as they ate in the mess hall. "Lieutenant Kusajishi led me through some tunnels, and we emerged from a trapdoor right in the middle of his main hall." she wiped her mouth on a napkin, an item unheard of in the 11th barracks, aside from her brother. "Of course, I didn't know it was the Kuchiki estate, so I was fairly okay with playing hide-and-go-seek. I might have been under the influence of too much sugar because of your Lieutenant, but that's another matter altogether. But then, Captain Stick-Up-The-Ass himself appeared right in front of me. Let me tell you, fellas, that man is intimidating as fuck." Rin breathed out a sigh in an attempt at keeping calm. "He promptly gave us a major scolding. Lieutenant Kusajishi can't be controlled, but I have to spend the next four days running errands for that stuck up noble. I'm so lucky Renji showed up and managed to get me tomorrow off, else I wouldn't be able to go to the world of the living." She took a swig of her drink and looked off into space thoughtfully. "I should get him a cake."

"Not running your mouth at my captain, are you, Rin?" a familiar voice made Rin squeak and look back at Lieutenant Abarai.

"Nonsense, Lieutenant Abarai, what could I possibly say about the noble Captain Kuchiki?" Rin laughed nervously.

"Don't worry, Rin, I'm just joking." he sat next to her and stole a gyoza from her plate. "Heard something about a cake?" he grinned at her. She shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "You'll be under my supervision as soon as you get back from your trip."

"So...Sake runs and making sure you wake up on time?" she smiled sheepishly.

"You know me so well…" he pulled her into an embrace, making the rest of the table laugh. "But there's also paperwork, errands, and training." he added as he let her go.

"Drat." Rin finished pouring out the last bottle and looked to Ikkaku. "It's your turn to go get a fresh bottle."

"No it isn't!" he glared at her from his laid back sprawl against the wall. "You go get it for a change."

"Fine, don't drink." Rin shrugged and stood. "I'm turning in anyway."

"So soon?" Her brother looked up at her.

"Rangiku wants to meet me tomorrow morning. Something about getting ready for the World of the Living. I'm so glad she's coming along!"

"She's not the presiding Lieutenant, Rin." Renji closed one eye and looked into the empty bottle with the other.

"Then who is?" Rin asked, worried that her trip would be really dull if she had to do with Kira, or Nanao.

"I just know it's not Matsumoto, she was throwing a fit about it." Renji shrugged.

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty 02

words: 2045

Grimmjow x OC

chapter 01

"So, let me get this straight. Lora, is it?" Grimmjow was sitting at the table across from the woman, trying to absorb the new information she and Hemingway were dumping on him. "You're a witch." She nodded. "This is your familiar, some kind of...animal servant." he pointed to the cat currently on her lap, who yowled outragedly at his description. "And you're telling me that there are warlocks, male witches, who abuse their familiars." His mind snapped to Aizen.

"Well, most of them do." Lora nodded. "I've met a few who are...civil." She scrunched up her face. So, definitely not Aizen.

"But you know about Hollows?" He asked.

"And Shinigamis, but I don't know what an Arrancar is." She looked at him expectantly. Grimmjow wasn't too worried about explaining anything to the human. Instead, his eyes snapped to the empty plate she had pushed aside when they sat to talk. He hadn't touched the tea she served him, but the smell of her dinner still wafted around the apartment. She noticed with a small smile as he licked his lips. "Would you like anything to eat?"

"Don't feed the stray, he'll never leave us be!" Hemingway protested.

"I'm not a stray!" Grimmjow barked at the cat. "And I don't need your food." He stood to leave, but a small hand on his forearm stopped him.

"Here." She pushed something into his hand, but otherwise didn't stop him from storming out into the night.

"You fed him. Now he'll keep coming back." Hemingway sighed as he stretched and made his way to her bedroom.

"He looked so lonely…" Lora looked out into the night, but seeing no trace of their guest, she shut the window and shivered, switching the lights off and retiring to her bed, Hemingway curling into a warm ball at her feet.

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Grimmjow stopped a few blocks over and looked at the package in his hand. It was a white triangle, wrapped in plastic. He pulled the packaging off and sniffed at the riceball. He smelled fish and spices. Taking a tentative bite out of it, his eyes were blown wide at the taste. He had tried human food before, but it didn't make him care much for it. This simple riceball was cold, but awakened his tastebuds in a way he hadn't thought possible. He scarfed the whole thing down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before opening a Garganta back to Hueco Mundo.

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The next time Grimmjow visited the world of the living, about a week later, he kept his distance from the woman. He had looked up witches at the Library in Hueco Mundo, but he had little patience for reading, so he gathered little information on them. He sat on the roof of the neighbouring house and watched Lora. Her cat had spotted him, but apparently said nothing, for she went on with her evening without so much as a glance out the window. He swallowed thickly as he watched her fry fish and give little pieces to Hemingway, but otherwise was unfazed by her lack of activity in the evening, other than her routine of bathing, listening to music, cooking, and reading before heading to bed.

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He couldn't stop visiting her. It was the third time this month, but he still didn't approach her balcony. Hemingway glared at him every time through the window, he could not go unnoticed by the cat, but he kept his distance. He growled to himself. Why did his chest feel so tight when he watched her run her hands through the cat's fur?

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It was raining. No, it was pouring. Grimmjow didn't really feel the cold, but the water bothered him to no end. He decided to jump onto her balcony to squeeze himself under the narrow protrusion of the roof and crossed his arms, his permanent scowl even deeper than usual as he tried to shake the water from his hair. He startled as the latch on the balcony door unlocked and the glass slid open.

Lora had her usual nightgown on, her hands grasping at her cardigan to keep some semblance of warmth as she faced the chilly night wind. She smiled at him, even though his demeanour was anything but friendly.

"Come inside." She spoke softly and vanished back into her apartment, leaving the door open. Grimmjow hesitated for a moment, but when a gust of wind blew a new wave of rain on him, he hurried past the glass door and slid it shut behind him.

"I told you the stray would be back." The white cat sneered from the middle of a blanket nest on the couch.

"Hemingway, that's no way to talk to a guest." Lora appeared from her bathroom with a folded towel in her hands. She approached Grimmjow as she shook it open and offered it to him. "Here." She patiently waited for him to take it from her, but he didn't move. Taking another step closer, she faltered when he growled at her. "It's okay." Her voice was soft. "You can't be comfortable wet like that. Let me help you."

Grimmjow was tense as she resumed her approach, the towel touching his arm, patting him dry as it wandered to his chest and slowly up to his head. Lora was straining to reach since he was much taller than her, but was surprised to see him slowly leaning down as she softly rubbed his hair dry. A quiet rumbling sound came from his chest.

"Oh, the vagabond purrs as well!" Hemingway yowled loudly from the couch. Grimmjow snapped back from Lora, straightening back up, not even noticing he had been leaning into her ministrations. He growled and turned, rushing out to the balcony and into the night.

"Wait!" Lora called after him, but he disappeared in the dark. "Oh, Hemingway!" She closed the balcony door against the onslaught of rain.

"What?!"

"You're so spoiled, don't you remember what it's like to be out in the rain?" She watched her cat harrumph and mumble, but stayed quiet otherwise.

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"Shit."

Grimmjow didn't know how he managed to get here. He was at her balcony, gripping his bloody stump, shivering from blood loss. Why did he keep coming back here?

"You look terrible, my friend." He turned to see the cat sitting on the balcony's railing. Grimmjow just growled at the animal, who was unfazed and hopped down to the floor, padding over to the glass door to scratch at it. Lora appeared with a smile on her face to greet Hemingway, but her eyes soon snapped to Grimmjow. She gasped.

"What happened to you?!" she slid the door open wider and reached out to him. Her hand snapped back to her chest as he snarled at her. "Easy." Her voice softened. "Come inside." She stepped back and watched patiently as he approached, his eyes snapping everywhere. Lora recognized a frightened and hurt animal, and knew to be wary. This could potentially be very dangerous. "Sit on the couch. I'll be right back." She tried to hurry without making any sudden movements as she gathered supplies. Hemingway sat by the balcony, watching the blue-haired man stand in front of the couch, refusing to sit, blood dripping on the carpet.

Grimmjow was in pain. He squeezed his wound with his remaining hand and cursed the blood dripping out of his body. He glared at the cat watching him and turned his eyes to Lora, who was gathering things from the bathroom and the kitchen, before approaching him and setting everything on the coffee table.

"I need you to sit." Her voice was soft and calming, but Grimmjow could only growl at her. "I can see you're in pain." her hands rose to show she was no threat. "Let me help you." She repeated her words from so many weeks ago. His legs gave out and he crashed down onto the cushions behind him, groaning at the pain. "I'm going to clean this." She said as she sat next to him, dipping a towel in a bowl of hot water. "It may sting."

He clenched his teeth as she pried his fingers away from his wound and pulled his jacket off his shoulder. When the towel finally touched the exposed flesh, he snarled at her, but she boldly put a hand against his chest.

"Hold still. You'll only make it worse." She continued her ministrations until she could see what she had to work with. Grimmjow panted and groaned as he tried to focus his vision on the many jars in front of him, but they were all blurry. Dark spots clouded his vision as she applied what felt like a salve on his shoulder. A strong herbal smell stung his nose and he grimaced as his eyes watered. Looking to the side, He saw her wipe her hands on the soiled towel, then hover her left palm over his wound. A green glow started to shine from between her fingers and his shoulder began to sting sharply. He threw his head back and groaned.

"I know. I'm sorry." Lora raised her right hand and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He grunted in surprise and snapped his head to glare at her, but she didn't stop threading her fingers through his hair. A deep rumble came from his chest, but it wasn't the loving purr of a happy cat, but the sound of one trying to calm itself down. He kept his glaring eyes on hers, teeth bared, but she didn't make eye contact. Instead, she looked back at his shoulder, to see her progress. The wound was closing up nicely, but she still needed a few more minutes.

When her right hand faltered in his hair, she was surprised to feel his face nudging her hand and looked up to see his eyes were hooded, though still alert on her. His lips had relaxed from its snarl, but his jaw was still tense. She continued to run her fingers across his hair in what she hoped was a calming manner.

"It's okay." she whispered. "You'll be just fine." she watched as he slowly relaxed, only tensing every few moments, until she was satisfied with her work. She wiped the strong-smelling salve carefully off with a clean towel dipped in the warm water, spread another one, with almost no scent, and wrapped up his shoulder, coaxing him to lean forward a bit so she could reach behind his back. "There." She pushed him to the side, trying to make him lie down on the couch, but he tensed again and growled at her. "You need to rest." This time, she looked into his eyes. "This place is warded, you'll be safe here. Lie down." She said firmly, while still pressing on his chest. She stood and disappeared into her bedroom, coming out soon after with a pillow and a blanket. "I said, lie down." He had sat back up when she left. Grimmjow bared his teeth at her, but allowed her to push him down. She positioned the pillow under his head and turned to pull his boots off. Hoisting his legs up onto the couch, she spread the blanket over him. Her hand came up to his face again, and even though he growled at it, he pushed his forehead into her palm. "Sleep." was the last thing he heard as a green glow shone against his forehead and he flopped down.

Lora sighed and looked a the man on her sofa. His face was still screwed up in a grimace, but he was breathing deeply. She knew the animal part of him had mostly taken over, and she was glad she hadn't needed to defend herself with the poison hidden among the jars she had brought. She put everything away in its place and switched the light off, retiring to her bedroom after a last glance at her patient. She was exhausted. It had been a while since she had to heal such a serious wound, and it had drained her.

Hemingway padded to her door and sat in front of it, keeping watch over the body on the sofa.

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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Needles 03

words: 2237

reverse harem (OC x everyone)

chapter 01

“Good evening, Ayasegawa-chan.” He straightened and stepped towards her. “A fine night fer a stroll, don’tcha think?”

“Uh...Yes, Captain.” Rin stepped a little to the left. “I’d love to enjoy it, but I need to rest before my finals tomorrow.”

“Ya know…” he was suddenly way too close. “I could talk ta yer teachers, have ya pass yer finals, no questions asked.”

“That’s mighty kind of you, Captain, but I can pass my finals on my own merit.” Rin had heard of a few girls who had passed their exams easily, even after having a record of horrible grades. They were rumoured to have been approached by Captain Ichimaru a few days before.

“I’m sure ya can.” He put his hand on her shoulder and slowly slid it down to her wrist, pulling her a bit closer. He bent to whisper in her ear. “How ‘bout we discuss what...position...ya can fill in my squad?”

“Ichimaru!” a voice startled Rin, making her hastily step back, but the white haired Captain merely hummed and grinned to the newcomer. Captain Soi Fon was walking up to them. “Ayasegawa has accepted my invitation to join the Second squad earlier this evening. Step away from my subordinate.”

“Oh? So scary, Captain Soi Fon!” He straightened and let go of Rin's wrist. He turned and started walking away, waving his hand. “Bye bye!” After he disappeared behind a corner, Rin turned to the smaller Captain.

“Captain Soi Fon!” she bowed lowly. “Thank you!”

“Heh. Creep.” She turned her eyes away from where Captain Ichimaru had vanished and focused on Rin. “So, you’re thinking about the Onmitsukido?”

“How did you…?” Rin straightened and widened her eyes in realization. “Oh! Cool!” she grinned, excited at the prospect of being able to hide and gather information.

“Not many people are happy when they find out they’ve been spied on.” The Captain mused as she started walking Rin back to her room in the Academy.

“Well, I don’t have anything to hide.” Rin looked up in thought. “Unless it’s the week before my brother’s birthday. But that’s different.” She waved the thought away. “This is me.” she stopped by a door. “Thank you again for your assistance.” Rin bowed one more time. “And...thank you for accepting me into your squad!” she beamed.

“Not so fast, Ayasegawa. You still have to pass your finals and our interview.” Soi Fon had her usual stoic expression, but Rin could see that spark of amusement. Maybe the Captain wasn’t always the serious woman everyone always thought her to be.

“Of course!” Rin nodded. “I’ll do my best, Captain!” She blinked and was suddenly looking at an empty hallway. “Cool.” she grinned and looked around, before entering her room. As she got ready for bed, she tried to sense any reiatsu outside her door, but she could only sense her roommate and her neighbours. “I can’t wait!” she whispered into her pillow after laying her Zanpakuto next to her.

Rin always made a point to meditate a little bit every day before going to sleep. This allowed her to learn the name of her sword much faster than her classmates, earning her entrance into many advanced classes.

The first time Rin entered her inner world, she lost her concentration and snapped out of her meditative state with a frightened yell. She had been in the dark, on a spider’s web. She had felt the web shaking, and a huge spider approached her, pincers clicking. After she calmed down and thought about what she had experienced, she realized she hadn’t been stuck in the web, but was standing on it. The Spider was scary, yes, but if she was in her inner world, shouldn’t she be safe?

The next day, she tried again. The spider was still there, but it kept its distance. Rin gulped down her fear and observed her surroundings more closely. She was surrounded by pitch black, nothing could be seen aside from the net’s pearly-white strands. Rin was standing right in the middle of it, and the edges blurred and disappeared into the darkness. Turning back to the spider, she could barely distinguish it from the inky blackness around them. The spider did not move. It was stock still, its eyes, as big as melons, glinted, the silky web reflected in them. Its long legs perched on the thin strands easily, not a quiver to the large abdomen. They seemed thinner and sharper than those of a normal spider, making it even more terrifying with downward pointing spikes all around its body.

For days, Rin stood there and looked at the spider. They stood in silence, still as stones, staring at each other. Rin once crouched and touched the web. It was sticky, but she pulled her hand free easily enough. When she did so, the spider had approached her slowly, clicking its pincers and lowering her body to stare Rin in the face. Rin felt a tugging in her mind, as if she were supposed to be noticing something, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.

Ever since then, Rin had spent more time in her inner world, mostly before bed. The spider would approach, and they would stare at one another while Rin tried to grasp at whatever was tugging on her mind, until Rin exhausted herself into sleep.

She started paying more attention to the webs and spiders in the academy and around Seireitei when she went out with her brother or her friends. She became fascinated with the way spiders acted and learned a lot from their behaviour.

She was watching a net on the ceiling of her brother’s squad’s training room one afternoon as she waited for him to finish training so they could go out to dinner after he had invited her the week before. She watched as the larger spider sat patiently in the centre, when a smaller one came and stopped at the edge of the web. The smaller spider plucked a few strings and stepped back as the larger spider turned and (faster than Rin would have assumed a spider to be capable of moving) moved to the second spider. The second spider had a fly in its tarsus, which the larger one mistook for prey and attacked. While the larger spider was busy, the smaller one went around it to mate, and quickly flee. It was not fast enough, and the larger spider caught up to it, pouncing and enveloping it in a cocoon. Rin hadn’t noticed the grin on her face until her brother likened her to Captain Ichimaru, much to her displeasure.

That night, she went to bed a little earlier than usual. She entered her inner world, waited for the spider to approach, and felt the tugging in her mind.

She tugged back.

“Finally. Even my patience has a limit, my dear.” A voice sounded clearly in her mind where the tugging used to be. The best way Rin could describe it, was ‘smoky’. A woman’s voice, low, mysterious, sensual and firm echoed all around her and in her mind.

“Are you...the spider?” Rin asked. Said spider tapped her leg on a strand, making the web vibrate slightly.

“I am.” the voice answered.

“Are you my sword?”

“I am a reflection of your power and soul.” Rin took that as a yes.

“I’m Rin. What’s your name?”

“Chihari”

From then on, Rin would hear Chihari’s voice during the day. At first, the spider would point out simple things to her. Where she had misplaced her notebook, if she had unknowingly dropped something, or if there was someone approaching. Rin continued training following the Academy’s teachings, but she also trained alone with Chihari. She learned to better sense reiatsu and observe her surroundings. Chihari taught her to make her surroundings her web. Everything was connected, and in the centre, stood Rin, feeling for any shifts. She became more patient and attentive. Her grades improved along with her reiatsu and strength. She knew she still had a terribly long way to go, but that did not stop her from doing her best and pushing her limits to the max.

Rin took immense pleasure in sneaking away from her friends and watching them continue speaking until they noticed she was gone then sneaking back up on them, startling them to the point where they would hold her sleeve to make sure she was still there. She wasn’t yet at the point where she could sneak around the higher seated officers and Lieutenants, but her brother and his friends were easily and gladly available for her to train her skills on. It became a game to them, where they bet against each other to see who would be the one to lose track of Rin. So far, she had managed to braid Renji’s hair once (though he argued that he wasn’t sober), and steal Rangiku’s chopsticks during lunch. She had been caught by Captain Hitsugaya, and received a stern scolding from him for being in his office without his permission, but she could see the slight twitching of his lips when she explained what she was doing and showed him her prize. She had to run errands for him for a week as punishment, but she gladly used the activity to train her shunpo.

Rin thought about how far she had come since her first fright at seeing Chihari in her inner world, and grinned at what she might still learn.

Chihari greeted her in her inner world, which was much larger than when she first visited it. The web had more strands, a few cocoons stuck to it, and spread out wider than before. Rin approached the spider, who was spinning one of the cocoons.

“Will you ever tell me what’s in them?” Rin asked.

“You must unravel them yourself.” Came the same reply as always. Rin had tried hacking at the strings, pulling them, biting them, but to no avail. She decided not to dwell on that today, and simply sat on the web and told Chihari of her day and her thoughts. “Spinning a web in the Onmitsukido could be a smart choice.” She plucked at a string, making a cocoon further away jiggle. “Just be careful not to get caught up in your own web.”

“Chihari, I don’t understand.” Rin spread her hands out. “I don’t spin webs. I don’t lie, I don’t cheat, aside from card games--” she muttered as an afterthought. “I don’t scheme against anyone. What web am I spinning?”

“Spinning a web is not always with ill intent.” Chihari finally turned to her. “Everyone and everything you interact with is part of your web. From the moment you wake, you are spinning. When you study, when you eat, when you train, when you go out with your friends. Your web is strong in some places, weak in others.” she placed a leg on a thin strand, snapping it and having to pull her leg from the hole it made.

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Rin sighed as she stretched outside in the shade of a tree. At last, her finals were over. She had the week to kill before the results came in and the interviews with the squad captains took place. She had already filled out all the invitation forms she was interested in and handed them to the representative. She would be staying that week with her brother in the 11th’s squad’s barracks until she was placed in her own squad. As fifth seat, Yumichika had spacious quarters, and was glad to share them with his sister.

She spent so much time in 11th squad that she was used to all the men ogling at her and the whispered lewd comments. None of them dared come near her, though, in fear of what she had done to the last squad member who dared slap Rin’s ass as she was walking by. That day, they had learned her sword’s power of sucking Reiatsu. Rin was quick and merciless as she activated her Shikai and stabbed the man in different points, his reiatsu flowing from her needles into her. The man had been left a knocked out pile on the floor, and Rin had so much energy at the end of her attack, she was able to finally land her first (and so far only) hit on Ikkaku during their training session.

“Hey, Rin!” A few of her classmates waved at her. “Let’s go celebrate!” Rin grinned and stood, jogging over to them and joining the group hug. “We’re gonna miss each other so much!” One of the girls said.

“I’m gonna be keeping tabs on all of you once I’m in the Onmitsukido.” Rin laughed.

“That makes two of us!” Nakashima grinned.

“What makes you think you’re gonna get in, slowpoke?” Rin nudged him.

“You wanna go again, Ayasegawa?” he towered over her, a challenging grin on his face.

“Bring it on, Nakashima. Last one there pays the tab.” Rin craned her neck to stare back at him. “On three. One...two...THREE!” They sped away in the direction of their usual haunt, a bar students frequently attended, but Rin stopped, watching her opponent shunpo away as she cackled and jogged back to the group of friends. “So, this new bar. Heard a lot of good things about it.” Her friends laughed and shook their heads as they walked the other way.

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty 01

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Grimmjow just wants some lovin’ like the cats in the World of the Living. Chin-scratches escalate to something more.

He stood on top of a pole, watching the humans walk by, just as the sun was beginning to set. He had been sneaking out from Hueco Mundo often enough to make it a habit, and recognized some of the people on their way home. Grimmjow had taken a liking to watching them, and would occasionally follow one or the other to see how they lived. He was mostly bored, and itching to go back, but his visits to the World of the Living had an ulterior motive. Usually, he would escape the wrath of Aizen, or in rare occurrences, one of the other espadas, and he couldn’t fight his way out of whatever trouble he had found himself in. So, instead of skating on thin ice, he would cool off in the small town neighbourhood.

The jingling of a bell caught his attention and he turned to see the one human he had actually taken an interest in locking up what he had found out to be a small bookshop where she spent her days working. He frowned at her change in attire. Two weeks ago, she was wearing a short sleeved blouse. Today, an oversized knit sweater slipped off her shoulder and a handkerchief was tied around her neck. Had it gotten colder? Grimmjow barely noticed the temperature changes, but other humans were starting to bundle up as well, so he shrugged it off. He hopped down to the pavement to keep her in his line of sight as she shut off the lights to the shop and vanished up the stairs in the back.

Since his last visit two weeks ago, he had learned she lived alone above her workplace. Well, not alone. This was why he had taken an interest in her. She had a cat. The thing was massive. It was a cross-eyed, lazy, white maine coon with an overbite. At least it wasn’t one of those inbred, flat-nosed persians. His interest wasn’t the cat per se, but the way she interacted with it. Something about the way she ran her fingers through its fur and cooed softly at it as it made itself comfortable on her lap sent a pang through him that confused him to no end.

Grimmjow sat on the neighbour’s roof and watched through the window as the cat stretched languidly across the couch and shook its head to rid itself of any sleep still clinging to it. It sat and stared straight back at Grimmjow. He was used to it, animals could see him perfectly well, but that cat seemed to have a grudge against him. Every time he visited, the animal would glare at him through the window. When the woman finally entered her small apartment above the shop, the cat turned, hopped off the sofa and padded over to the door to greet her, as it always did.

“Hello, my love!” Grimmjow heard the muffled conversation between human and cat through the glass. Every time she talked to it, it would meow back at her, in varying degrees of tone, length and volume. “How was your day?” it purred loudly at her. “Really?”

And so it went on as she slipped off her shoes and made her way to her bathroom. The door was wide open during his first two visits, but the damn cat had noticed him leering at her as she showered, so he took to leaning its heavy body against the door to slam it in his face ever since. Grimmjow scowled at the closed door and listened to the shower run, a very faint aroma of soap reaching his nose. It wasn’t long before she finished up in the bathroom, a knit cardigan and fluffy socks added to her usual short nightgown.

Grimmjow watched as she made a beeline for the old record player sitting in the corner and put on a black disk of smooth music. He rather enjoyed her taste in calm tunes, even went so far to crane his neck once in an attempt to read the square paper the disk was encased in. It read ‘JAZZ’. He had no idea what that was. After she adjusted the volume to her taste, her next stop was the refrigerator. She made a plate for herself out of leftovers, something that looked like a lumpy beige sauce and white rice. Grimmjow could smell chicken after she had reheated it. He never had the need to eat proper food, being an Espada, but the smell enticed him enough to make him lick his lips. He watched enviously as she hand-fed the cat little pieces of chicken, berating him on how he had his own food on his dish. Grimmjow growled as the thrice cursed animal actually turned to sneer at him, while rubbing his side against her calves.

“What are you looking at, Hemingway?” She glanced out the window. “You want some fresh air?” She received a loud meow as an answer. Standing, she made her way to the balcony window and slid it open just enough for him to slip out, purring and chirping as he slid past her ankles. “Just until I’m done eating, okay? It’s getting colder. Don’t wander off into the neighbours.” Another meow and his prompt plopping of his furry butt down on the balcony chair was her answer. “Good boy.” She went back inside, leaving the door ajar.

“Who are you to have taken an interest in my mistress?” came a raspy voice from the feline, much to Grimmjow’s surprise. “Yeah, you, with the hole in his stomach. You’re not a hollow, I can tell that much.”

“No, I’m not.” Grimmjow studied the cat more closely. He was busy licking his paw and running it over his whiskers. “The fuck are you?”

“Do you mean to harm my mistress?” The cat, Hemingway, if he recalled correctly, completely ignored his question. Grimmjow remained quiet. He had no idea what he wanted from the woman. “You’re a cat too, of sorts.” It wasn’t a question, so he received no answer. “I will not share my mistress with a stray. Off with you.”

“Why, you little--” Grimmjow sonidoed to the balcony and grabbed the cat by the scruff of his neck. A loud yowl and a swipe to his arm startled him to the point of dropping the furry asshole. Grimmjow was shocked to see four long gashes on his forearm.

“Hemingway?” The woman’s voice came through the gap in the window, accompanied by the dining chair scraping on the floor and her footsteps approaching. The cat scampered back inside just as she stuck her head out to look at the balcony, her gaze immediately landing on Grimmjow.

It was a split second decision. Grimmjow saw her chest inflate and her mouth widen to what he was sure would have been a scream, but he snapped his hand to her mouth and bodily forced her inside.

“Don’t scream.” He growled at her. Her eyes were wide, and her cardigan had slipped off her left shoulder, but her hands instead went to his chest, where a transparent force pushed him away from her.

“Who are you?” She panted. “How did you get past the wards?”

“The what?” Grimmjow rubbed his chest, but he wasn’t hurt.

“I allowed him in.” The raspy voice called from the sofa. “He’s just a stray, probably after some food.” She glanced at the cat, but turned quickly back to the intruder with a questioning frown on her face.

“A stray?” Her stance was still cautious. Grimmjow was confused. How could she see him, he felt no reiatsu on her.

“He’s stupid, too.” Hemingway snickered. Grimmjow made to grab his sword, but his arms were glued to his side as soon as the woman snapped her fingers.

“Now, you listen here, Mister!” she pointed her finger at him and he felt his arms squeeze further into his sides. “This is my domain, and I will not have anyone threaten me or mine!” He faintly saw a green aura surrounding her body as she spoke, but could not feel any reiatsu whatsoever.

Grimmjow, however, was the sexta espada, and would not be held immobile on any account, so with little effort, he broke through whatever invisible restraints were around him and finally pulled out his sword, pointing it at the woman’s chin. As soon as he did so, the scratches on his arm burned so fiercely, he was forced to grab his arm, though he managed not to drop his sword.

“Your doing, Hemingway?” The woman asked, eyeing the scratches. The cat appeared to nod, and before Grimmjow could ask, he explained:

“Those will keep you from harming my Mistress.” The white cat was relaxed on the couch, his paws crossed and green eyes trained on Grimmjow. “I have already said I will not share my Mistress. Be gone with you, vagrant!”

“I’m not a vagrant!” Grimmjow had no idea what a vagrant was, but he understood he was being insulted.

“Then where is your home?” The woman’s voice softened a bit. “What’s your Mistress’ name?”

“My Mistress?” Grimmjow relaxed when the burning in his arm subsided, but he did not sheathe his sword.

“You are a cat, are you not?” She asked. How could she know? “Whom do you serve?”

“Aizen-sama.” Came the bitter reply.

“Aizen? Never heard of her. Is she new in town? Hemingway, do you know of any new arrivals?”

“Aizen Sosuke is a man.” Grimmjow finally sheathed his sword. “We don’t live here.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Was the last thing he expected to hear as she took a step closer. “Is that why you look like that? I always hated Warlocks and what they do to their familiars, just look at you.” She clicked her tongue and reached out to touch the bone on his cheek. Grimmjow grabbed her wrist and glared at her.

“What. The fuck. Are you talking about, woman?” He growled out.

“He’s not a familiar.” Hemingway had his eyes trained on Grimmjow’s hand as he held his Mistress’ wrist. “He’s part Hollow.” Grimmjow let her wrist slip free as she gasped and stepped back in shock.

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“So, let me get this straight. Lora, is it?” Grimmjow was sitting at the table across from the woman, trying to absorb the new information she and Hemingway were dumping on him. “You’re a witch.” She nodded. “This is your familiar, some kind of...animal servant.” he pointed to the cat currently on her lap, who yowled, outraged at his description. “And you’re telling me that there are Warlocks, male witches, who abuse their familiars.” His mind snapped to Aizen.

“Well, most of them do.” Lora nodded. “I’ve met a few who are...civil.” She scrunched up her face. So, definitely not Aizen.

“But you know about Hollows?” He asked.

“And Shinigamis, but I don’t know what an Arrancar is.” She looked at him expectantly. Grimmjow wasn’t too worried about explaining anything to the human. Instead, his eyes snapped to the empty plate she had pushed aside when they sat to talk. He hadn’t touched the tea she served him, but the smell of her dinner still wafted around the apartment. She noticed with a small smile as he licked his lips. “Would you like anything to eat?”

“Don’t feed the stray, he’ll never leave us be!” Hemingway protested.

“I’m not a stray!” Grimmjow barked at the cat. “And I don’t need your food.” He stood to leave, but a small hand on his forearm stopped him.

“Here.” She pushed something into his hand, but otherwise didn’t stop him from storming out into the night.

“You fed him. Now he’ll keep coming back.” Hemingway sighed as he stretched and made his way to her bedroom.

“He looked so lonely…” Lora looked out into the night, but seeing no trace of their guest, she shut the window and shivered, switching the lights off and retiring to her bed, Hemingway curling into a warm ball at her feet.

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Grimmjow stopped a few blocks over and looked at the package in his hand. It was a white triangle, wrapped in plastic. He pulled the film off and sniffed at the riceball. He smelled fish and spices. Taking a tentative bite out of it, his eyes were blown wide at the taste. He had tried human food before, but it didn’t make him care much for it. This simple riceball was cold, but awakened his tastebuds in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He scarfed the whole thing down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before opening a Garganta back to Hueco Mundo.

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satsurikusajira · 4 years ago

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In one of my fics, Ikkaku is an amazing cook, and I love how I'm not the only one who thinks this man is not just hack and slash all the time.

Hi. I recently - just recently- discovered that ikkaku is good with his hands and he build two tiny little wheels for yachirus sword because she kept dragging it on the ground behind her. And I don't know what to do with that information. I am both delighted and wierded out. Like what else can you do that I don't know - other than a bankai that everyone knows you can do - next thing I know someone tells me that he can see and cook as well. Is he the one who fixes things when yachiru or kenpachi breaks them?

Hi, yes, this is actually one of my favorite fun facts about Ikkaku! It’s so... humanizing. Like, you have this guy, and his big thing is fighting and all he talks about is fighting he shouts all the time, but, like, obviously, you can’t fight all the time, he’s gotta do something in his spare time.

For starters, it is excellent worldbuilding that the shinigami from the poorer part of the Rukon would all have some basic skill at repairing things, because a) they grew up without a lot of stuff and b) stuff in the deep Rukon is shit and breaks constantly, because if it were any good, it would get sold up-district for a higher price. That’s actually the driving force of my Rukongai headcanon-- that people with skills, that natural resources, that anything that’s any good flows upstream, leaving the outer rings in an inescapable poverty trap, plus there’s an insidious narrative that people on the outskirts must be trash, by tautology, because if they were any good, they would have been sorted into a higher district, or their skills would have been recognized and they would be able to move up, even though, in practice, this is nearly impossible.

Back to Ikkaku! Another thing that’s interesting about this is that many of the other shinigami have hobbies like poetry or tea ceremony that are sort of... highbrow. Hitsugaya actually makes elaborate sculptures out of ice and has a column about it in the Bulletin, and I really like the idea of Ikkaku, in comparison, just super-gluing things back together or shaving down a sliding door that swells in the wintertime. (The Bleach Bootleg also lists at least three different people’s hobby/special skill as napping and I really respect that)

Let’s be real: Yachiru has to break shit, just constantly. I imagine that Ikkaku and Yumichika are just suckers for her (in the sense that Yumichika can’t stand her screaming and Ikkaku can’t stand Yumichika’s complaining about her screaming), so Ikkaku gets in the habit of fixing the things she breaks. Does the Seireitei have hardware stores? God, Ikkaku is definitely a hardware store guy, like my dad, where he just likes to go down there on a Saturday and wander through the screw aisle, contemplating thread gauges. Seireitei hardware stores have all kinds of nice stuff compared to the Rukon, where you just fixed stuff with tree sap and braided grass or whatever you could find. Ikkaku probably acquires a bunch of clamps and various adhesives. To be honest, I think a lot of people in Squad 11 break things, and it gets around that Ikkaku is the guy to talk to when you’ve cracked your scabbard. He will repair holes punched in walls or windows that people have been thrown through, but he’ll make the perpetrator help.

I don’t think Ikkaku’s a particularly creative guy, but I can see, at some point, he gets the itch to make something, and comes out with those wheels for Yachiru’s sword or some specially articulated dummy that explodes when you hit it just right. He would practice for, like, a year, and throw out a bunch of attempts and finally go to talk to Hitsugaya about joining techniques, and it turns out that Hitsugaya is actually really down-to-earth about constructing things and loves to talk shop. Then, for his birthday, Ikkaku presents Yumichika with a little box with special compartments for eyelash feathers and eyelash glue and eyeliner, and it has an inlaid peacock on the lid. Yumichika gets very misty and has to excuse himself to the restroom before he ruins his mascara.

In the anime episode right at the end of the Soul Society Arc, Renji is whittling while he’s hanging around the Coordinated Relief Station to keep Byakuya company, and I absolutely headcanon that Ikkaku taught him how. I can see Ikkaku roping Renji into some of his bigger projects. Renji is really good for holding things still while Ikkaku hits them with a hammer, absolutely not a job for the faint of heart. Ikkaku and Renji would absolutely build Yachiru a soap box derby car and then ride it down a hill themselves.

* The English translation of the Bleach Bootleg that I own claims that Ikkaku’s hobby is haiku, but my understanding is that this is a translation error. This did not stop me from making jokes that it was probably erotic haiku.

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