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zephfair · 2 years

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"i like being close to you, your warm." - bleach... Grimm and Ichi, if you want to ❤️

I DO want to! I hope this is okay! ;)

Thank you so much for the prompt!

This is set after the manga and is total fluff.

It felt...weird. That was the best word Grimmjow could come up with at the moment. If he had time and inclination to think about it, he was sure he’d come up with a better description, but he was being put on the damn spot and it wasn’t a spot he was particularly comfortable with.

Fuckin’ Kurosaki had suddenly shivered and then just as suddenly leaned into Grimmjow’s side. Grimmjow stopped, Kurosaki stopped. Grimmjow looked down at where they were touching then at Kurosaki, but he’d just shrugged and sniffled loudly.

“I like being close to you. You’re warm. Like really strangely warm. Why are you so warm?” Kurosaki sounded suspicious but not enough to move away from leaning on him like Grimmjow was a light post and Kurosaki was a drunk struggling for balance.

This had all started an hour before when Grimmjow swept into Urahara’s shop, sorry to say he was looking forward to a little visit to the world of the living. He took such breaks once in a while both to get away from Harribel and Nel and all the female power that was running Hueco Mundo as much as to get into his usual spar with Kurosaki.

Unfortunately, he often had to go through some kind of torture with the bastard Urahara first. Torture which often involved being experimented on and having his person violated, or as Urahara called it, trying out new gigai.

To Grimmjow, being shoved into a meatsack with very limited capabilities was only acceptable so long as he later got to beat the shit out of Kurosaki or, very occasionally, get the shit knocked out of him, although he’d never admit it. He also would never admit that the evenings sitting around drinking sake and talking shit with Urahara, the she-devil and the freak with glasses wasn’t all bad, especially when Kurosaki, who was a surprisingly lightweight drunk, stuck around.

Tonight, he’d arrived, ready to accept the degradation and slip into something uncomfortable when Urahara greeted him with an even bigger, and therefore eviller, grin than usual.

“Ah Grimmjow, I have something very special for you. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Grimmjow sneered but allowed Urahara to flourish a gigai then shoo him into an unoccupied room to “step into it” as Urahara liked to say. It made Grimmjow want to gag.

But he obeyed grudgingly and let Urahara walk all the way around him, eyeing him closely.

“Very nice,” Urahara finally said approvingly. “Now, I want you to take it out for a spin. Take notes. Let me know what it can do.”

“What exactly are you talking about?”

Urahara opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted when a knock sounded on the inner door to the private rooms behind the shop. Then a familiar orange head poked around the door.

“Anybody home?” Kurosaki called out.

“Come in, come in,” Urahara welcomed. “You’re just in time to see our other esteemed guest.”

“You,” Kurosaki said flatly.

“Me,” Grimmjow affirmed with a toothy grin.

“Ichigo, I just asked Grimmjow to take this new gigai out and run it through its paces. I’m sure you could help with that.”

Kurosaki sighed. “I’m actually not in the mood to fight tonight. Your message said you needed me to make a delivery.”

“Well, we already took care of that,” Urahara said evasively. “What I really need is for you and Grimmjow to walk around town for a while, not fighting, then give me a report on the gigai’s features. Surely that’s not too much to ask? Then we’ll have some snacks and sake back here. How does that sound?”

“Like a really boring night,” Kurosaki said.

Grimmjow totally agreed but he shrugged and casually said, “You afraid you can’t keep up with me just walkin’ around town?”

Kurosaki snorted and immediately rose to the challenge—just like Grimmjow knew he would. “Let’s go then,” Kurosaki said, opening the door.

“Have a nice evening, boys. Try and be back by nine. Yoruichi is stopping by, and I know you both won’t want to miss her.”

Both of the “boys” grimaced and hurried out until they got to the sidewalk. Then Grimmjow fell into a more leisurely stroll while Kurosaki plunged ahead until he realized he’d outdistanced Grimmjow. He waited, gritting his teeth, until Grimmjow caught up.

“What are we going to do now?” Kurosaki asked.

Grimmjow shrugged. “I have no idea. Just stay out of there long enough to satisfy the old creep, tell him whatever he wants to hear about the gigai, then leave before the she-devil arrives.”

“You don’t like Yoruichi?”

Grimmjow’s eye twitched involuntarily. “I don’t get drunk with her around anymore.”

Kurosaki leaned in, a grin forming slowly. “Why? What did she do to you?”

Grimmjow leaned back then cursed when he realized. “Nothing. It wasn’t like the time she got you drunk and tried to teach you strip poker.”

Grimmjow watched in satisfaction as Kurosaki’s cheeks burned red. “You said you’d never bring that up again.”

“I lied,” Grimmjow said and smiled as Kurosaki cursed him out. “Now that you’re all wound up, you wanna go back to the shop and spar?”

Kurosaki took a deep breath and shook his head. “Nah, I really can’t. I’m meeting with a university admissions official tomorrow and I can’t afford to go in looking all beat up.”

“You don’t wanna look like a punk?” Grimmjow snorted. “Way too late for that.”

Kurosaki flipped him off, and they went back to walking, slower this time with Grimmjow setting the pace. It was a nice evening, he had to admit, full of weather that Hueco Mundo would never have. It was late fall and the sun was big and golden heading toward the horizon, slowly setting in a wash of bright sky changing from blue to red to gold with purple streaks.

There was a breeze cutting through the town, chilly through the cheap clothes Urahara had outfitted the gigai in, but Grimmjow didn’t mind it. But when the wind gusted a little stronger, blowing the fallen, crispy leaves against their shins, that was when Kurosaki had shivered and did the damning lean into him.

“Why are you so warm?” Kurosaki asked again, poking his cheek before trying to lay the back of his hand on it. “Are you running a fever?”

Grimmjow pulled away, just tall enough to escape the hand without jerking his entire body away from where Kurosaki was pressed tightly. “Hell if I know. It must be this damn gigai. Urahara probably tried putting a space heater in it, like a kotatsu.”

Kurosaki looked him up and down appraisingly. Grimmjow tried not to preen. “I wouldn’t put it past him,” Kurosaki said. “But whatever he did, you’re really hot.”

“Why Kurosaki—”

“You know what I mean,” Kurosaki raised his voice hurriedly to interrupt Grimmjow’s teasing purr.

Grimmjow huffed out a laugh. “I can’t tell the difference. I feel okay.”

“Well, your body is hot. Warm to the touch.” Kurosaki’s cheeks looked hot and red, so Grimmjow didn’t joke this time. “It feels good tonight.”

“Feels good every night,” Grimmjow muttered because he couldn’t resist that set-up.

“Ha ha,” Kurosaki said.

Grimmjow started walking again before he said anything else he’d later regret. He’d just processed that Kurosaki wasn’t beside him when the hair on the back of his neck went up and he felt Kurosaki jump on his back.

Grimmjow spun and flailed, thinking it was some kind of attack, but Kurosaki had just wrapped his legs tightly around Grimmjow’s waist and his arms even tighter around his neck and clung like a large, Shinigami backpack.

“What the actual fuck, Kurosaki?” Grimmjow batted back at him uselessly.

“You do feel like a space heater,” Kurosaki mumbled where his face was tucked into Grimmjow’s neck, and it was Grimmjow’s turn to shiver.

“You feel like a tick,” Grimmjow told him then just stalked off, carrying his backpack of useless human without a care. “Sucking out all my heat.”

“Really?” Kurosaki loosened his hold a bit. “Are you getting cold now?”

“Freezing,” Grimmjow lied flatly. “I got a back covered in you.”

“Jerk,” Kurosaki said but he let Grimmjow carry him until they were passing a little park, just a small grassy area with some shrubbery and benches.

Then Kurosaki suddenly dropped his legs, shifting his weight, and it caught Grimmjow by surprise enough to allow Kurosaki to do some damned ingenious move and actually flip Grimmjow off his feet, right into a shrub that broke his fall. He rolled into the grass with Kurosaki right on top of him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he spit out a leaf and glared up at Kurosaki who was straddling his waist, hands on his chest.

“Doing the examination Urahara wanted,” Kurosaki said.

“Bullshit.”

“Maybe I’m just gathering my courage to finally make a move.”

“A move of what?”

Grimmjow couldn’t say anything else because Kurosaki’s mouth was pressed tightly against his. His lips were cool and rough, with tiny flecks of chapped skin, but they didn’t move much.

When Kurosaki leaned back up, his face bright red, he couldn’t look Grimmjow in the eye.

“You had to gather up your courage to do that?” Grimmjow mocked. Kurosaki shrugged and started to get up, but Grimmjow clamped a hand on his arm. “If you’re going to do it, don’t half-ass it.”

And Grimmjow yanked him back down and met him with open mouth, kissing him hard, getting the feel of his lips before flicking his tongue into his mouth and holding back a smirk at Ichigo’s little gasp. Then he had two armfuls of Ichigo who had apparently decided to take Grimmjow’s advice and give it his all.

When Ichigo finally pulled his face back, he was breathing as hard as he ever had during a spar, and Grimmjow was as wound-up as he normally was. Ichigo just stared down at him panting. Grimmjow stared back.

“I didn’t know… I was afraid you wouldn’t want to,” Ichigo admitted quietly.

“Kurosaki, I’m always up for a challenge,” Grimmjow said, aiming for arrogant but probably failing by the considering look on Ichigo’s face.

“Then why don’t we go back to my house and stop this public display before we get arrested. Maybe we can challenge each other some more?”

Grimmjow accepted the hand Ichigo held out after he scrambled to his feet, letting Ichigo pull him up, pull him close. “This gigai really is warm,” Ichigo said. “It’s nice and comfy.”

Grimmjow slung his arm around Ichigo’s shoulders, just because he was the perfect height to rest it on, not because he was acting like a wind breaker or anything. But from the way Ichigo moved close, his motivations didn’t matter at all.

“Just don’t tell Urahara,” Grimmjow warned as they started down the street together in step. “Or he’ll get even more crazy ideas about modifications.”

“I wonder what he could do for summer. Maybe put in some kind of air conditioning feature.”

“Do not suggest it. Or he’ll make me try it.”

Ichigo just hmmed from his place under Grimmjow’s arm. “I think this one is my favorite though. It looks good and you feel like a heated blanket.”

“You suggesting I belong on a bed, Kurosaki?”

“Shut up.”

Now when Grimmjow said “Make me,” he knew Ichigo could use his newest weapon, but he didn’t mind shutting up for another kiss.

#my fic #grimmichi #total fluff and cute #ask meme #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #bleach #long post

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mightysteelix · 3 years

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Hunger - A Bleach Weight Gain Story

Yeah, another finished story. In the clichéd plot (but who reads kink stories for the plot), Grimmjow discovers the joys of fast food and being Grimmjow, goes too far with his newfound passion.

Grimmjow growled. The orange bastard had dropped him to lounge on the bed, counting the seconds while he came back. “Amuse yourself,” Ichigo had said before nudging the door close. “I’ll be home once college ends!”

“And how you propose doing that?” Grimmjow roared after him, but the strawberry ignored him and ran to catch the bus or something. Grimmjow did not care about the human world customs; it was a temporary lodging until Ichigo tired of it and came to Hueco Mundo.

At least, that was the plan. But his patience was stretched thin, and he wanted to tear the flat so that Ichigo had one reason less to stay. He barely held himself back - and the mocking mustache guy on most book covers made it worse. That face was made for being slashed.

If Grimmjow went and destroyed everything, Ichigo would only anger - onetime fury, which would not help him. Fine, no wanton destruction, no matter how much Grimmjow wanted it. How should an Arrancar enjoy this boredom?

Leaving? Grimmjow snorted. He had to stuff himself in a damn uncomfortable gigai that was tight in the wrong places and limited his powers until he was a weak human. Why would he wear it? If he left as is, one pathetic shinigami or another would chase him and waste his day with the blandest fight ever. They should send captains after him, at least!

He did not do much in the tiny apartment, either. The TV set lost its charm after a few hours of sitting; why did humans enjoy it like a bunch of brain-dead zombies? Another thing he would never understand. And reading Ichigo’s extensive collection of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ or ‘The Waste Land’? He would rather fight the weakest shinigami! (It had happened once - that fourth squad twerp, who only flailed and ran.)

What did Ichigo enjoy about this life? It was bland, long-drawn, and so secure that Grimmjow was going to be sick. Where was the excitement of fighting for one’s life? Where was the push to survive and grow stronger? How had someone like the strawberry become so powerful in such a peaceful place? In Hueco Mundo, they’d be at the top of the food chain; hell, they could kick Tier off her throne and show her the real boss!

As he thought of that, Grimmjow’s stomach rumbled. “Could have let me hunt, at least,” he murmured while patting his abs above his Hollow hole. “But no, even that would be too much.” Pluses were off-limits, per Ichigo’s orders - not that he cared about his opinion. Still, if he angered him too much, it would give him a fight - and also break whatever connection they had. He could chase a random Hollow or two, but they tasted like shit. Anything short of a Menos Grande wasn’t worth the effort.

“Damn, where did he throw it?” Ichigo wasn’t starving him. He had explained something about ordering takeout and left a number on a note, along with some paper scraps. It could not be that easy (who gave food for them), and Grimmjow would have to force himself in the gigai, but if it quelled the hunger, he would handle it.

One phone call later, the extra-large menu was on its way, and Grimmjow was forcing himself into the damned artificial body. The cursed shopkeeper must have made it uncomfortable on purpose. Grimmjow felt as if his clothes - two sizes too small - would tear apart at the first movement. Still, somehow he dragged himself to the door, picked the food, and gave the papers. He even got some metal pieces - spare change or something like that.

Fine, perhaps the living world was not completely shitty. But the food had to taste worse than the sand. It couldn’t be so easy!

Grimmjow sniffed the burger and licked his lips. It smelt delicious - but not in the way of freshly killed souls. His fangs tore an enormous chunk of the meal, and he gulped down. Then he had another bite. And another. Compared to Pluses, it was still nothing. To the rubbery butter as hell Menos Grande? A universe of difference - and all that a mere phone call away as long as he could throw some papers.

Once they ran to Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow would struggle for food once again. One never knew when they would find prey in that dark desert. So, why not let himself enjoy a chance any Hollow would kill for? He would order those extra-large menus over and over until the money ran out. Ichigo had told him to amuse himself, had he not?

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In the past few weeks, Grimmjow had realized some things. First: not hunting the food down was damn amazing. Second: human foods had more variety than the Menos. And third - most important: he had to try them.

Once the door slapped shut behind Ichigo today - “I’m coming back soon, I promise!” - Grimmjow punched the number of a pizza place. His stomach growled; he could barely stand hunger. A horrible habit for Hueco Mundo, where food was scarce. But here, where he could stuff himself after a single call - not a problem! His lips dried as he ordered all the snacks he wanted: a pizza after a pizza, heavy with toppings and sauces, plus countless bottles of soda.

“Twenty minutes!” Grimmjow roared as he slammed the phone close. “I’ll starve!” At least, it gave him enough time to force himself into the gigai. The constant junk food was a godsend for his appetite, but not his waistline. His trim body - sculpted by the harsh life - had succumbed to the calories, and now he sported a new, soft belly. If he sucked in and flexed, he could still notice the distant memory of abs. Not that it mattered. Grimmjow wanted to eat; anything else was secondary. The damned strawberry had better decide to pack his things for Hueco Mundo before Grimmjow grew even larger.

Although - an insatiable smile formed on his face - if he gained so much, he would frighten most of his enemies. Who would want to challenge a wrecking ball of an Arrancar? Grimmjow patted his belly and felt it jiggle. It was small, far from a proper gut. If he wanted to reach that size, he had to double - no, triple! - his efforts. To keep his stomach stuffed and stretched, always seeking more. To eat and eat, to be pinned under the weight of his overfilled stomach and force more greasy fries and sugary donuts in his maw. To grow unrivaled, unstoppable, gargantuan.

Grimmjow got hard. Fuck, where was the pizza? He had to stuff himself on the verge of a food coma and jerk off now!

Fine, he’d get in the gigai to pass the time.

Was the damned thing always so tight? The washboard, fake abs pressed over his newly formed flab. The pecs cramped his sightly sagging moobs. His arms and legs felt squished into sausage casings. Did the cursed shopkeeper expand those? To hell, even if he did! Grimmjow would not ask him! He’d break this one and order a bigger size!

Slowly - because at any sudden movement, the thing would split at his stomach, and Grimmjow wanted to juice as many uses as possible - he stood by the door and waited. At the set hour - roughly the same every day - Grimmjow opened, took the tower of pizzas, and threw the man his money. “Be faster next time!” Not that it mattered; next time, he would buy something else.

Finally, he left the damned gigai. And for the best, since that puny fake body would not survive longer. Grimmjow plopped on the bed and rubbed his achy belly. His fingers sank in the soft flesh.

“You’ve rested enough,” Grimmjow decided, opened the first box, and grabbed a pizza slice. The gooey, salty cheese melted on his tongue, and he forced it whole in his mouth before he could sample it better. Damn - he’d eat the second one slower for a better sense. Expect, as soon as the greasy slice entered his mouth, he devoured it to sate his craving. Fine, he’d stuff himself first and then taste-test! In quick succession, the slices disappeared. One pizza had not made a dent in his hunger. At least he had nine more.

His belly rumbled. “Time to see if Hollows are truly insatiable!” Slices full of spicy meats and dense, caloric cheese were devoured by his gluttonous mouth. His fingers stained with grease, but he did not care - not as long as he had more to eat. His gut pushed out with every gulp, expanded, and still roared for more. Not bad - but he could do much, much better.

The second pizza - this one with multiple cheese toppings - was almost nothing, either. Grimmjow felt a faint sense of fullness, weak but there. His hunger won over it as he gulped the third one. The rim of his pants was digging in his belly and pressed deeper and deeper with each hearty gulp. He winced; he should take them off, but that meant that he would stop stuffing his face for a second; a second, when he would not chew and swallow. As if!

The fullness was replaced by a dull ache which would only grow stronger. How would it not when Grimmjow’s gut was protruding over him like a dome and poked out more and more before his eyes? It was sticking out, rounded than it had ever been, filled to the brim with food. And it rumbled for more.

Grimmjow was even hornier. Hastily, he devoured the rest of pizza number four and - using both hands - began feeding himself the fifth one. He did not tend to his dick as the Arrancar’s natural limitless hunger forced him to engorge himself into total temporary immobility. And through the mist of arousal, greed, and pain, he missed the door opening.

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Ichigo entered his home. “Hey, Grimmjow!” he shouted in the small apartment. Strange: no murderous, bored out of his mind kitty had pounced on him. “Speak up if you’re jerking off again because I don’t want to see it!”

No reply. Ichigo shrugged, guessed it was safe enough, and entered the bedroom. A risk he should not have taken.

He’d rather have caught Grimmjow jerking off - then he could explain why he was so flustered. Instead, he had to deal with an overfed, bloated, greedy Arrancar, whose football-sized gut jutted out of his body, and he still was reaching for the next slice of pizza. Ichigo bit his lip. He was absolutely not getting hard at that sight!

He had to act. No, he should have acted when Grimmjow wasted so much cash on food or when he got softer. Actually, Ichigo did one thing: he left his not-exactly-boyfriend-but-more-than-a-fuck-buddy more money to satisfy his gluttony and hoped he would stop at a reasonable point. Except - and he knew it too well to be a mistake - Grimmjow was the opposite of reasonable.

“Are you only gonna watch, or you’ll help?” Grimmjow fisted his gut - taut like a drum - and drew Ichigo’s attention. “Bring the pizza to my mouth, for example! With this overfilled tank in the way, it’s painful to reach for it!” The stuffed sphere responded with a low rumble. The recently gained layer of flab was stretched, and it was rock hard to the touch.

He had eaten himself into temporary immobility and wanted more? Amazing. If Ichigo went and fed him... No! He shook his head. It was anything but amazing!

Even if Grimmjow had missed Ichigo’s growing erection, he must have seen his burning red face.

“Did a Hollow eat your ears? Come and feed me. I’m starving here!” A strong pat, accompanied by a loud echo, dried Ichigo’s lips.

Starving. Ichigo gulped. Four empty boxes were haphazardly thrown around the floor. The fifth one was lying nearby. All that food and Grimmjow still needed to indulge his gluttony more. If this kept on, Ichigo would jizz his underpants like a dumb, horny teenager.

And the Arrancar did not help. “Or take off my damned tight pants.” His fingers tweaked near their hem. The engorged gut left no breathing space, and if Ichigo pulled them down, he would find a sore, red line.

Cold shower: Ichigo needed one. Otherwise, he would make a very hasty, horrible decision.

“Or rub my belly, at least, because this thing is pretty packed.” Grimmjow gave it a few powerful pats. It gurgled, and the Arrancar let out a long-drawn burp. “Ya see?” Oh, Ichigo definitely did. Grimmjow had eaten like a ravenous beast, encouraged by Ichigo’s ever-growing sponsorship. Now, Ichigo was not sure if Grimmjow could eat without thrashing restraint. And it was all his fault.

Fine, Ichigo would think with his dick this time! “You want to be fed?” He came closer with a single shunpo and grabbed a slice. “Better prepare because I’m doing it!”

#male weight gain #belly kink #bleach #grimmichi #grimmjow jaggerjack #male weight gain stories #male-expansion #chub-writings

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m34gs · 3 years

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Hi friend!!!

For the word thing--Grimmjow (ofc) Ichigo and...I thought of 'towel' and 'thunder' at the same time so you can pick whichever! :))))🧡💙

Hi there friend! Thanks for the ask :D (from this post) I like both those words, so I think I'll add a few headcannons for both! This will be a little long so I'll have the rest under the cut.

Headcannons for Grimmjow, Ichigo, and towel:

-Ok, so I don't know if you have siblings or not, but I do, and we definitely had to do the dishes more than once together. And if there was one thing consistent about when we had to do chores together, it was that we goofed off. This is what I imagine would happen also in the Kurosaki household. I don't think Ichigo and Karin would leave Yuzu to do all the dishes herself, especially when they were younger and she would have had a significantly harder time reaching the sink. So, they wash them together. And of course...one of them (usually Karin or Ichigo, though Yuzu has gotten them both her fair share of times) will take the drying towel (I hope you see where this is going) and roll it into a whip-like shape...and smack one of the other two with it. It ends up turning into a full-out war.

-Well, Grimmjow comes home with Ichigo one day after harassing him all day and bugging him for a fight. And Ichigo is pretending to ignore him, right up until Grimmjow follows him into the house. And then he can't because Yuzu saw Grimm (in a gigai, courtesy of Urahara) and she invited him to stay for dinner.

-After dinner, Grimmjow cleans up with Ichigo because he is being cautious. (he has no idea what power Yuzu wields but if it was powerful enough to make Ichigo agree to let him stay, he doesn't want to mess with her) And out of habit, maybe even because he's already that comfortable around Grimmjow, Ichigo, being the one drying the dishes, rolls the towel up, and without thinking at all (because when has he ever really thought things through, let's be real, this is Ichigo...) he smacks Grimmjow across the ass with it. Hard.

-This turns into a full-on fight in the kitchen. Dishes are broken. Food scraps go flying. The fridge has knives jutting out of it and the table has been smashed in half. They are both heavily scolded by Yuzu. And they sit in shame as she does the dishes they were supposed to do.

-Now Grimmjow is aware of this new form of weaponry, he kind of wants to try it out. They end up having another fight, for the sake of fighting, and Grimmjow enjoys it thoroughly. At the end of it all, they are both drenched in sweat and use towels to dry off. And Grimmjow looks at Ichigo while he's distracted...and he rolls his towel up the way Ichigo did and...SMACK. Across the back. Of course, Ichigo isn't going to let this slide, so he retaliates. And the rest of their time is spent chasing each other around Urahara's basement with rolled up towels, trying to smack each other until they drop.

-Now they have a rivalry whenever they both have towels. When Ichigo's other friends happen to join him and Grimmjow for dinner, Grimmjow and him end up doing dishes together so they can just attack each other in the kitchen while they wash. They've got it so that their movements are swift, efficient, and they are both aware constantly, trying to dodge or hit the other first. They don't break anymore plates. Someone walks in while they're in the middle of their fight, and promptly gets smacked across the face. It's Renji. (I'm sorry Renji! I know I make you get hit by things a lot!!!)

Headcannons for thunder:

-Grimmjow has lived in Hueco Mundo for most of his Hollow life. He doesn't have memories from when he was alive, all he knows is the endless silvery desert. He doesn't know what a thunder storm is. The first time he hears one, he thinks it's an enemy. He goes on alert. This makes Ichigo go on alert as well, because he figures Grimmjow sensed something. It takes them a long while to figure out that what he is reacting to is the storm.

-Grimmjow really doesn't like the thunder, even once he knows it's harmless. It makes his hair stand on end and makes his mind uneasy. So if he's in the human world during a storm, he will do one of two things: go back to Hueco Mundo until the storm is over, or find Ichigo and sit next to him, demanding physical contact without any explanation.

-Ichigo catches on to what Grimmjow is feeling after the third time he is aggressively snuggled by the arrancar during a storm. He knows now to bring out loud music or noise cancelling headphones (depends on the time of day/night) and just let Grimm cuddle him until the storm is over.

-Grimmjow would never admit to anyone that he is afraid of thunder, and Ichigo knows this. So when they are all hanging out in a big group and thunder starts, he sees the way Grimmjow tenses, but then forces himself to relax. And Ichigo doesn't like that. Not one bit. So he makes up some bullshit excuse to drag Grimmjow away, and they go to his house and just sit in his room together.

-Ichigo is very used to being a comforter for his younger sisters during storms as well, so it's no surprise when they pile into his room as well. Ichigo used to build them tents with pillows and blankets to hide in. They decide to do the same with Grimmjow now, and that is how Isshin walks into his son's room to see all three of his children snuggled firmly around an arrancar in a pillow fort in the middle of the floor, watching funny videos on Ichigo's computer.

There you go friend! Those are my headcannons. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to add anything if you want!

#asks #backwardshirt #responses #mutual #friends #grimmjow #ichigo #grimmichi #headcannons #towel #thunder #bleach #ask game #long post

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the8thsphynx · 3 years

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Oooh ok, I have a couple headcanons and theories for the "Arrancar Hive Mind" I wanted nerd out about. (This is so long, I'm so sorry😅)

I've always wondered how the "Arrancar Hive Mind" worked after learning about it through a post I shared. It got me thinking about how the ability would've been used and misused by the Arrancar and Azien's crew..

On the Arrancar side of things, this could've been a new ability that came from the Hōgyoku thus grabbing Azien's imagination even more, (which leads to a scientific fixation for replacing God)

The Arrancar probably used their new telepathic connection for: Staging rebellions, Betrayal amongst themselves, Interrogation, Torture, and even more dark shit because this is Bleach.

But also they could've used their telepathic connection for: Protecting their Fracción, Looking out for their comrades, sharing dreams, sharing ideas, trolling each other and even more silly shit like that, cause this is also Bleach!

Moments like...

Tres Bestias comforting Harribel after a nightmare, Starrk calling Lilynette from across Los Noches to ask for snacks,and Grimmjow running around trying to link to his Fraccións because they keep disappearing to train while he's asleep and he keeps getting the equivalent of a shit post message recording

...Silly stuff like that could've been happening, but we've been given the winner's perspective on the story.

And then we get chases like Nel and Orihime:

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck was the former Tres Espada, but she was thrown out thanks to Nnoitora and Szayelaporro brutalizing her Fracción and getting a sneak attack on her.

The 3 of them had undergone separate forms of regression, Pesche and Dondochakka became weaker leveled arrancar and Nel became a child (sooo many theories for why that happened to her)

There's a good chance for these 3 might've been disconnected for the rest of Los Noches or have been left with a very broken connection. If it's just a bad are cracked connection, then baby Nel could've also been left with nightmares of who she used to be. With the innocence this Arrancar amnesia, I could see Nel trying to draw the faces of the "scary monsters" in her dreams. (With the brothers protective nature towards their weaken Master, getting farther away from Los Noches seems like the best option.)

When Urahara shows up with a cool new gauntlet and threads, Nelliel gets to be her original self again; though her connection with the remaining Arrancar is likely staticy compared to before. Like everyone else has clear-crisp auto and video quality but Nel's in the Alps, wifi is shiiiiit....

Then we got Orihime Inoue, being a Fullbringer, has enough hollow energy to get connected, but still being alive, probably doesn't have the strongest influence as she'd like. Azien being a sadist with a god complex, would prefer the "you have no power here" message over the "stay here and relax" approach.

If Orihime was still connected with the Arrancar after the Winter War, then Urahara could've done some meddling, (more cool gadgets) and strengthen the connection, letting her act like a psychic radio to help keep everyone in sync with strategy and the like. Orihime could've been like a super spie!! Or like the radio guy for Metal Gear Solid!!

The rest of the Fullbringers could've also been connected in temporarily, giving them more of a presence and a way to keep tabs on each other. Ichigo sort of darted all over the place in the final stretch of the Blood War Arc, so making his team Powerhouse Scouts could've given them more to do.

(Opportunities due to time and health constraints have been missed)

(sorry for the long ask. I tried to make it easier to read through) I thought way to much about this....

HI, EVERYONE PLEASE READ HER THEORY BECAUSE HOLY SHIT IT'S GOOD.

And yes, I never thought of this plot point til you brought it up.

Yeah, Orihime is a character who constantly gets her character development trashed and it gets to the point where Kubo makes it feel like he doesn't WANT to explore her...?

But I think it's right to say that she absolutely has a connection to the arrrancars. It could come from several things, and my personal take after reading your observations and headcanons is that she still technically qualifies as a Fullbringer.

The hogyoku is still a little foggy to me and I have reread it, so please correct me if I'm wrong, but it's a 'wish granter' that seems to augment someone using Hollow-like capabilities. It was in Rukia's gigai for god knows how long and the Fullbring arc muddies it up, but that's HOW Chad and Orihime got their powers.

Also when going into Hueco Mundo, Chad observed that his powers were incredibly attuned to the landscape and atmosphere (AGAIN, HE NEVER GOT ENOUGH STORY FOCUS AAAA) so I don't doubt that Orihime had a similar effect!

#ask of the sphynx #anyone is welcome to add on #bleach #bleach theory #bleach headcanon

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love-the-purple-cat · 3 years

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Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 5

“Yer hair again?” She asks, idly kicking one of the men when they try to get up.

“Not quite. They got mad I beat up their men who made fun of my hair and decided that I needed to be taught a lesson.”

She snorts unattractively. “Do ya even like yer hair colour?”

Once again, Ichigo pauses in though. “...Why do you ask that?”

“Cause, no offence, but yer hair keeps gettin' ya inta trouble, and ya don’t even seem ta’ appreciate it. If it’s too much then just dye it sumthin' borin'.”

...It’s not that he hadn’t thought about it, it’s just that it was one of the few connections he had still with his mother. Dyeing it seemed like a betrayal, and felt like giving up and admitting defeat after fighting others about it for so long.

“Ah, that does sound like a good reason not ta' dye it,” She says when he unintentionally thinks aloud. “But yer missin' ma' point: Are ya happy wit' yer hair? The colour will still appear when ya grow it out, it’ll just be temporarily hidden.”

He lightly fingers a strand. It was getting longer.

“I'll think about it.”

She nods. Neither pleased nor displeased.

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“Come over this weekend.”

They are eating lunch in her classroom, in a way celebrating becoming friends after knowing each other for a month. Her classmates occasionally throw them looks that they ignore.

“Sure. What are we goin' ta' do?”

He thinks of the box of black hair dye that he got on his last shopping trip with Yuzu two days ago. Yuzu had looked at him questionably but hadn’t said a thing to their family. “I need help with my hair.”

Cherī raises a brow, not getting the hint.

“I’m...” He swallows, eyes flickering to the other people in the room. “I’m thinking of trying something new. That thing you talked about a few days ago.”

It takes a moment longer for her eyes to light up in recognition and understanding. “Sure, where will we meet up?”

The corner of his lip twitches up.

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“Yer mom famous or sumthin'?”

He looks to where she is examining his mother’s poster. “No, my dad got it after she died.”

She appears to be contemplating something before looking away. “So, where’s yer bathroom? Ah’m not gonna lie, da dye will stain yer bathtub/tiles like a bitch when ya wash it out. Best ya put on some old clothes too.”

Ichigo nods and leads the way, feeling nervous and calm at the same time.

Cherī orders him to sit on the edge of the bath, or bring a chair but then there’s a chance that it would be stained so he doesn’t. She starts by brushing his hair and parting it before beginning. “Ya sure ‘bout this, Ichigo?”

“Yeah.” His tone is breathless, heart thumping hard in his ribcage and something is lodged in his throat.

“Okay.” Her voice is soft and quiet, though not in comfort. It just is.

His eyes close, a foreign calmness taking over him as she works on his hair. It isn’t as short as it used to be, but it isn’t as long as he would have guessed it would be after not seeing a hairdresser for nearly a year.

“An’ now we leave it fer 25mins.” Her voice arouses him from the half-asleep state he had been in. He turns to look at himself in the mirror, but she blocks his view. “Let’s leave that fer later, okay?” Her voice is soft again.

He swallows thickly and nods. “Okay.”

They go to his room. They don’t talk, not really, but the silence doesn’t feel suffocating. She looks around the small space, and the though of how empty his room looks strikes him. There is only the essentials of a bed, a desk with a corkboard over it, and a chair. It doesn’t have any personality.

But, why does he care what his room looks like to an outsider?

“Ya got any favourite books?” Cherī asks, done looking around the bare room.

“Shakespeare.” He answers automatically.

“He’s good. Don’t know much ‘bout his works, only Romeo an' Juliet an’ that’s just a general idea. Ah like Dracula, an' Dr.Jekyl an' Mr.Hyde. Ya know, books wit' what could be considered a homoerotic undertone nowadays.” She looks at the notes stuck on the board. Most of them are related to school or past commitments so he doesn’t see a problem with her looking.

“Ya got any relatives? Ah got at least two first cousins an' a bunch of other great aunts an' uncles that ma' parents want me ta know ‘bout even though Ah only meet ‘em once every five years. Kinda pisses me off when they get annoyed that Ah don’t know any of their names, but that’s what happens when ya barely see someone.”

He blinks. This was the first time since the first day that she is mentioning family. “Not on my mom’s side, I think. But on my dad's...”

Did he have relatives in Soul Society? There were quite a few similarities between him and Kūkaku, and Ukitake-taichō had mentioned that he looks like his former lieutenant Shiba Kaien.

“’s okay ta' not know.” Cherī says. “Family’s confusin' sumtimes, an' it doesn’t help when they keep secrets, or don't bother mentionin' important stuff.”

She was right. His father had kept the fact that he was a shinigami from him, what’s one more secret?

“Time ta' wash yer hair. Ya need help wit' that?”

“No.”

She doesn’t smile, nor does she frown. “Okay.”

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He doesn’t like how he looks.

No...

He hates how he looks. He looks way too similar to Kūkaku, with his sharp chin and eyes.

He looks way too similar to them.

What was one more secret?

-The past is never dead. It’s just buried underneath soil and concrete-

“Ichigo,” Cherī calls, brown brows furrowed in concern. “Are ya okay?”

No. “Yeah.” He croaks. He clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah, just getting used to the new look.” He tries to smile but it must have come out as a grimace with the way she frowns.

“Okay. Ya got a dark hat or sumthin'?”

“Why?”

“’Cuz we're goin' ta' da store an' we're gonna buy ya a new dye.”

“This one is fine.”

“No, it ain't.” Her voice is a touch harder. “It’s makin' ya sad an' that’s da opposite of what we were aimin’ fer.”

“Cherī-“ He tries but is cut off.

“There's nothin’ wrong wit’ not likin' how ya look. Nothin' wrong wit' not likin’ black.” She says, and for a single moment, it feels as though she is talking about something else, like she knows what his inner tumour is about. “Let’s go get ya a new colour, Ichi.”

He nods, and chokes out an “Okay.”

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They're at one of the shops on the main street.

The first thing that greets them when they enter is hair dyes on one side of the aisle and deodorants on the other. Ichigo browses through the ‘natural’ colours first before going to the more ‘fun' – as Cherī calls them – ones.

All the colours of the rainbow were here: red, green, blue, purple, yellow and orange, along with a couple of other colours, each having different shades from lighter to darker.

“When Ah first started dyeing ma' hair,” Cherī says, picking up a box and examining it. “Ah did it in ma' favourite colour – purple. Months later, Ah found out that if Ah planned on continuin' ta' dye ma’ hair fun colours, da colours would need ta' be ones that can easily be turned inta the next. Fer example: Ya dye yer hair blue, few months pass and ya want a new colour, yer either gonna havta bleach it or yer gettin' it done in green. Understand?” She places two bleaching kits in the basket.

Ichigo nods, examining the colours. His eyes stray towards the blue dyes, specifically the one that reminds him of Grimmjow.

He swallows.

Several months have passed since he had last seen the Espada; how would he react if he were to see him now – powerless and alone?

Well, he glances at Cherī as she compares two different shades of pink, not quite alone.

“Do ya like blue?” She asks, both boxes securely placed in the basket.

“Yeah,” He wets his lips. “I do.” It feels like he is confessing a sin by saying those words and thinking about his enemy. Were they even enemies now?

“Then get it.” She doesn’t reach for the box, preferring to wait for him to do it.

“It will clash with my complexion.” He argues weakly. Raising two girls since he was nine forced him to dive into fashion and learn the rules: body types, complexions, colour schemes and such. There were many other things he had to learn and do while his father was in mourning to survive but now was not the time to think about the past.

“So? This ain’t a fashion statement, Ichi. It's about makin' ya feel good and happy. But... if ya want a more autumn colour we can get red.” She reaches for the box and he grabs her wrist.

“No, not red.” Red reminds him of Renji, who reminds him of Rukia. Neither has bothered to visit him the months following Aizen's defeat. The excuse of him being unable to see them wouldn’t fly, not when he knew Urahara keeps gigais in his shop.

-There are bodies in the soil-

“Okay.” She says, slowly pulling her hand away. “Not red then. Bad memories?”

He winces, releasing her wrist to rub at his neck. “It’s... complicated.”

The girl huffs, “What does it remind ya of?”

He meant to say, “Nothing”. He wanted to say, “Renji”.Hell, he could have said nothing and she would have accepted his silence as an answer. Which is why he is so surprised when the word leaves his mouth without his permission.

“Blood.”

And it is true. The shade she was reaching for also reminds him of blood. It makes him remember the wound he had been inflicted in Hueco Mundo, where he quite literally died and was dead for a while, long enough for his inner Hollow to take control and battle the cuatro Espada Ulquiorra and win, before he managed to wrestle back control of his body. It also reminds him of the markings on his hollow mask.

Cherī looks surprised - not mortified, just... surprised. “Okay,” She repeats. “Not red.”

She’s examining the colours, searching for one that would fit his complexion, when he reaches forward and plucks the blue, Baby Blue, one and puts it in the basket. She doesn’t question him, doesn’t even indicate to have seen him do it but he knows she saw him and he appreciates her silence.

“What ‘bout green?”

His first though is Ulquiorra with his acid green eyes, marble skin, and black black bat wings that carry him over the sands of Hueco Mundo.

His second is Nelliel.

“I like it.” He picks a turquoise shade called Mermaid.

“Pink?”

He likes pink, he's worn it often enough when he was younger and his sisters wanted to dress him up, but...

“No, not today.”

“Bad memories?”

He thinks of Yachiru, the girl with what he would describe bubblegum pink – even if that shade is called Cupcake here – hair and the man whose shoulder she would ride on.

“Not really.”

She nods, then juts her chin violently towards a reddish-pink colour named Love Letter. “What ‘bout that?”

The colour is nice so he gets it.

They continue on like that for a while, choosing and comparing colours - some of which repeat since Cherī also likes them - until the basket is overflowing. As a final colour Cherī chooses Snow – a pure white colour that reminded him of his inner Hollow's hair.

There's so much hair dye that he wonders whether he would ever be able to use each at least once.

The cashier is baffled by the amount but remains silent while she rings them up. It's as the numbers climb higher and higher that he begins to worry, given that he hadn’t brought that much money. But before he can open his mouth Cherī is already handing her credit card with a, “Could you also add one strawberry and one cherry flavoured chapstick? Thank you.”

He turns to look at her in bafflement. This was the first time he hears her speak ‘properly’ and it honestly unnerves him.

“Not ev'ryone can understan’ me, Ichi.” She says, handing him one of the bags.

They make their way to his house, talking about which colour they should do first. Cherī wants to see him in Love Letter or Milan – a light yellow colour that reminds him of an éclair's filling – but he says that he wants to try Baby Blue. She nods and gives him the strawberry chapstick.

“Yer lips are chapped.” She says and he accepts it.

#bleach #bleach au #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #cherī akao #akao cherī #Protector and Cherry AU #The Past is Never Dead AU

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Mysterylover watches Bleach episodes 116-117

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1. So Aizen has now lost the glasses and is sitting on a big dramatic throne. So we can all agree he’s gone full evil emperor now. And hOLY SHIT did Ulqui just REMOVE HIS OWN EYE and turn it into sparkling dust?! That’s one scary superpower you got dude.

2. OOH the guy with the blue hair and the skull face? HE’S ALSO HERE NOW. I wondered about him. And I love him instantly since he immediately tells them ‘dude why don’t ya just shoot him’. I LOVE HIM IMMEDIATELY.

3. OK in like two seconds I’ve decided that Blue Hair and Ulqui are my two new favorites and I want them to be the new main villain duo and be shipped like crazy. I love them both so much already after a two minute conversation.

4. I read that this episode is mixed filler, so I assume that these fanservice shenanigans with the squad are filler. Rangiku staying with Orihime sounds amazing though.

5. WHOA Tatsuki sitting alone in short shorts brooding. She’s pretty. Orihime is sitting alone brooding about how cool Rukia is. She says she’s jealous of her. Oh dammit. Not a damn love triangle (this is anime. you can both date him. while dating Tatsuki and Renji. there are no rules).

6. Rangiku wants to bathe with Hime? OK she’s officially joined Hime’s harem now. AND HIME is still sad about how cool Rukia is. Holy shit she’s really upset about this.

7. ORIHIME STOP FUCKING CRYING OMG ICHIRUKI IS MAKING HER SO SAD. Rangiku hugs her while in the nude wow. Hime go and embrace your lesbian side.

8. Rangiku also tells her it’s OK to be herself and that “ichigo needs both you and Rukia”. Wow they’re starting to become the OT3 then?

9. BLUE HAIR IS HERE OMG. Yas go be our villain for this arc. Though your entourage of half mask guys are completely forgettable in comparison so I assume they’re just fodder.

10. LOL Rukia wants to stay in Ichigo’s closet again. Why? And Renji is staying with Urahara again like in the filler. And Rangiku likes Orihime’s cooking?! Wow she really is being super shippable with her right away. (everyone falls for Orihime eventually).

11. Just as a note I’m coming to really like this OP. It might overtake the first one for my favorite.

12. Our current squad’s Spider Senses are tingling. And Rukia instantly figures out exactly what they’re doing cause she smart. Chad’s the first on the hit list

13. So I wonder what exactly is going on with the spiritual pressure in humans and these Arrancar trying to eliminate them? Is it some sort of shift in the nature of normal humanity? I know Ulqui, Grimmjow (who I am calling by his real name too now since I like him) and The Evil Emperor (Aizen because he is no longer Glasses Douche) are afraid that the Good Guys will eventually be strong enough to eliminate them (because Grimmjow is Genre Savvy and knows that the MCs will eventually be a threat) but in-universe it hasn’t really been stated why things are changing. I’m curious if that’ll make for a cool fight.

14. Chad is mad that Ichigo’s dumping him. Rukia then decides she’s gonna kick some ass. PLEASE DO RUKI. I’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE YOU KICK ASS FOR SOOOOO LONG.

15. Nice of this villain to stand aside and let Ichigo and Rukia dispense exposition for a really long time. I mean, it is anime rules. Villains let the heroes power up for as long as it takes. Though if I may quote “If I had a watch I’d be tapping it really condescendingly right now.”

16. THANK GOD the fight finally started. Rukia vs this villain dude. GO RUKI. And her sword’s name! Holy crap did we not get this before?

17. THIS IS SO BADASS OMG RUKIA YAS IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU GOT TO OWN SOMEONE. And WTF is Ruki’s weird Gigai doing? Why is she breaking Ichi’s arms.

18. OH YES ICHIGO AND RUKIA GOT GRIMMJOW YAAAS OF COURSE THEY GOT THE BEST ONE. Please please please fight him OMG. (Though he actually seems competent though so please don’t die doing it.)

19. Renji is fighting some blond villain. And we follow some guy who I probably should recognize but don’t. OK. And a soul reaper with an afro. OK.

20. And Discount Saitama is fighting a villain with a whole dual face motif going. (Ok his name is Ikkaku, I’m supposed to remember it). OK so these two episodes were mostly setup but good setup.I’m honestly impressed tho that they actually acknowledged the difference in tactics of Cheering up Ichigo between Orihime and Rukia tho. Like normally in shonen it’s just kinda expected/accepted that the MC’s love interest just sits on the sidelines and never really helps him out because, you know. Girl. But here it’s like, actually thought about and explored with Orihime’s character? As a like, a thing that bothers her? Like, wow. Anyway, this arc is amazing so far. LOVE this new villain. I can see why he’s a fan favorite.

#mysterylover watches bleach #ichigo kurosaki #renji abarai #grimmjow #ulquiorra cifer #rangiku matsumoto #Rukia Kuchiki #tatsuki #orihime inoue #chad #the shipping wars begin #ichiruki #ichihime #who cares #we can have em all #everything is canon in fandom #holy shit i loove ulqui and grimmjow #and rukia got to destroy a bitch #omg this arc is already my favorite

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Unbound

A/N: Life ran a hard interference, but at last, I’ve finally made it back into my happy writing space...and I’ll do my best to stay here for as long as I can. Let’s pick up where we left off...and make it an extra long chapter to boot!

Chapter 7: The High School Experience

Monday rolled around a lot quicker than expected, or at least it did in Takuya's opinion. Today would be her first day attending Karakura High School...and she was nervous. A million thoughts buzzed through her mind at light speed as she stood at her dresser mirror, brushing her ebony locks.

What would the students be like? What would the instructors be like? What would the school as a whole be like?

With a slight sigh, she placed her brush back down on the dresser and opened a small drawer on the top left hand side. There sat the small rectangular black box that Orihime had given her. She slowly withdrew the box from the drawer and removed its top. The silver jewelry gleamed in the faint morning light that filtered through her window, and the sapphire eyes of the little tigers seemed to twinkle up at her as she gently ran a finger over each pendant. After pushing her back behind her ears, she carefully removed the hair pins and slid them into her hair just above her ears. She then freed the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck. A small smile graced her lips as she examined herself with the addition of her new accessories.

"These really are beautiful..." she said quietly to herself.

A light knock on her room door drew her attention away from the mirror. "Come in."

The door slid open and Orihime entered the room. Her face lit up in a bright smile when she saw the necklace and hair pins.

"Yay, you're wearing them!" she exclaimed happily. "They look really pretty on you! And best of all...now we're both wearing hair pins! See?"

Takuya's smile grew as the auburn-haired girl pointed to the hair pins on either side of her head. "Thanks again, Orihime." she said as she reached up to gently touch her own.

"You're welcome again." Orihime replied, giggling slightly. "So, are you ready for your first day?"

Takuya's smile faltered a little. "I...I'm actually kind of nervous." she admitted. "This is all fairly new to me."

"Yeah, it's natural to be nervous at first when you're starting at a new school; it happens to everyone, for sure." Orihime said with a gentle smile. "But don't worry...that nervousness will pass before you know it. Karakura High is probably just like the schools you attended before coming here - only this time, you've already made friends before your first day's even started."

It was at that moment that something in Takuya's mind clicked...or perhaps, didn't click. She turned slightly and leaned back against her dresser, her brow furrowed in thought.

"...Actually...I-I don't remember...ever attending a school..." she said quietly.

Orihime's smile immediately dropped, and she looked confusedly at the ebony-haired girl. "...You don't remember?" she asked after a moment's pause.

Takuya slowly shook her head, and Orihime's confusion slowly changed into concern.

"Well...what do you remember?" she asked.

Takuya's brow furrowed a little more as she closed her eyes and brought her hands up to the sides of her face, her fingers pressing lightly against her temples. "...I remember moving here from...somewhere...several months ago. And I lived by myself for a long while..."

"Where did you live before you came here?"

"...I don't know." Takuya replied, the sudden sadness in her voice reflecting on her face as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I can't seem to remember anything about my life before coming here to Karakura. I-I'm not sure why...but I can't..."

For a long moment, the two girls just stood there in the silence of the room until Orihime spoke up again.

"Well, let's not think about too much, or we'll end up giving ourselves headaches." she said, trying to sound as lighthearted as she could. "It's your first day at a brand new school! We should make sure that you're completely ready to go."

Much to her relief, a smile slowly returned to Takuya's face as she pushed her self off of her dresser.

"Ok then." she said as she walked over to her new school bag that sat in a corner of her room. "We could look over my class schedule."

"Yeah, that would be great." Orihime chimed, walking over to Takuya as she set the bag on her bed. "Maybe we'll even have some classes together."

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An irritable expression decorated Grimmjow's features as his glare shifted from the two men now standing in front of his bed to his new gigai, and then back again. He was barely able to suppress the low growl rumbling in his chest at the sight of the goofy smile on the shopkeeper's face.

"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?" Urahara asked.

"It's fucking weird." was Grimmjow's only answer as his attention was drawn back to the gigai sitting against the wall by the door.

"Huh? Weird?" Urahara asked, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Now what would make you say that?"

"Well what the hell were you expecting me to fucking think, when the first thing I see when I wake up is another...another me sitting at the damn door?!" Grimmjow snapped venomously. "I almost lost control of my spiritual pressure, and this damn shop almost got ceroed to fucking oblivion!"

"Now, now, I apologize." Urahara said, snapping his fan shut. "I suppose I should properly introduce you to your gigai now. However, I should ask first...have you ever used a gigai before?"

"I'm a hollow." Grimmjow said flatly. "That shit's for shinigami. What the hell would I ever use one of those for, and why the hell should I start using one now?"

"Well, guarding Takuya requires you to be with her all day...and for part of the day, she will be in school."

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the man. "...Who the hell said I was gonna be inside the school with her?"

"It'll be a good experience for you, trust me on that." Urahara said, a hint of laughter in his voice yet again. "I've already had both of you registered."

Grimmjow glared murderously at the shopkeeper, this time not bothering to suppress the growl rumbling in his chest. Without missing a beat, Tessai reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue orb and held it up for the Espada to see.

Said Espada rolled his eyes and released an exasperated sigh. "And what the hell is that supposed to be?" he asked.

"This is a gikongan, more commonly know as a "soul candy," designed especially for you." Urahara explained. "This is what you will use to exit your gigai. It's a pre-programmed artificial soul that, when ingested, separates you from your gigai, and then animates the gigai until you remove it. And to remove it, you will need this..."

Tessai reached into his pocket once again and pulled out a black glove with a skull symbol on it, also holding it up to be seen.

"This is a Gokon Tekkö, a glove that can force the soul candy out of the gigai whenever you're ready to inhabit it again."

Grimmjow looked at the two men as if they'd each grown another head. "You people are fucking insane." he muttered.

"Well, we don't have too much time to spare so…how about trying it out?" Urahara suggested, reacquiring his goofy smile as he motioned to the gigai. "All you do is hold it up to your body and you will automatically merge with it."

Releasing another exasperated sigh, Grimmjow stood up from his bed and stalked up to the gigai, grumbling all the while. He lifted it up to his body and merged with it almost instantly. With a slight frown, Grimmjow looked himself over, scrutinizing his "new appearance." The only obvious changes were the disappearance of the jawbone mask that had been on the right side of his face, and the "filling in" of the hollow hole in his abdomen. Aside from that he looked the same, save for the exchange of his white hakama for a button-down white shirt, gray slacks, and dark brown shoes.

"What the hell am I wearing?"

"That would be the school uniform." Tessai replied. "All students are required to wear it."

"Here, take this." Urahara said, handing the Espada a small metal box. "That has your glove and your soul candy stored in it. Keep it with you at all times. You never know when you may need it."

Grimmjow took the box from the man and forcibly stuffed it in his pocket.

"Oh yeah...just one more thing..." Urahara said, glancing back at Grimmjow over his shoulder before he and Tessai exited the room completely. "Since you are going to be among normal human beings whilst at this school, you're going to have to do a little...conforming...if you know what I mean..."

"Tch, no shit..." the Espada muttered sarcastically, moving to follow the two men as they exited his room.

He really wanted to destroy something now...

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The walk to Karakura High School was alight with the nigh-overwhelming excitement that exuded from Orihime's bubbly voice. The auburn-haired girl had somehow become even more thrilled upon learning that Grimmjow would be attending school as well, much to the Espada's own surprise...and, subsequently, his annoyance. He walked a couple steps behind the girls, a borderline irritated scowl etched into his expression.

"It's absolutely AWESOME that we all get to be in the same class together!" Orihime chirped happily. "You'll definitely love our teachers. There's Ochi-sensei, who's really nice but also a little outrageous sometimes. And then there's Kagine-sensei; he's kinda strict, but deep down on the inside he's really just a big softy. Oh, and I'll also have to introduce you to my best friend, Tatsuki. She's just the coolest..."

"Hey! Over here, guys!" Ichigo's voice rang out through the air, drawing the three's attention over to the orange-haired boy who was presently standing at the school's entrance with the rest of the group.

"Oh, good morning everyone!" Orihime greeted cheerfully as she jogged over to join them.

Takuya, however, paused momentarily to look up at the building. There were students everywhere she looked. Most moved about the campus grounds, heading this way and that, while some were gathered in various different places throughout, carrying on conversations with one another. The nervousness pit in her stomach grew slightly, and she clutched the strap of her school bag a little tighter.

...Ok, Takuya, you can –

"What's wrong with you?" Grimmjow's voice startled her slightly as it pulled her out of her thoughts, suddenly making her aware that he'd stopped alongside her.

"...I'm just a little nervous is all." she replied quietly. "This is going to be an entirely new experience for me, because I've never...I-I've never actually been to a school before."

Grimmjow looked at the girl then, confusion replacing the irritation in his expression. "The hell do you mean you've "never been" to a school before? I thought all humans went through this shit."

Takuya shook her head slightly. "I've never gone...or at least, I don't remember ever going..."

The Espada's confusion grew even more then; he opened his mouth to question the girl further but was cut off when Ichigo suddenly called out to them again.

"Takuya, Grimmjow! Let's get going or we're gonna be late!"

"Ok, c-coming!" Takuya responded; she took a deep breath before finally moving to catch up to Ichigo and the others.

Grimmjow followed behind her, his confusion growing steadily as his eyes remained trained on her. What the hell is with this girl's weird-ass life...?

"Welcome to Karakura High!" Ichigo declared, drawing the Espada out of his thoughts as the boy made a sweeping motion with his right hand as if to showcase the school. "Not too much to say about it, except that it's a school, and you learn here."

Takuya giggled at this, while Grimmjow just rolled his eyes and proceeded to mentally curse the shopkeeper for making him come here. Ichigo noticed the Espada's peeved expression and willed himself not to laugh.

"Wow, Grimmjow, you sure look ready for the day." he remarked, some of the contained laughter escaping into his voice.

Grimmjow leveled the orange-haired boy with a bored glare. "Of course, shinigami." he replied sarcastically. "Can't you tell? I can barely contain my excitement."

"Hmph...well for your sake, you had better." Rukia said snidely.

"Tch, you're never without anything totally smart-assed to say, are you...midget bitch?" Grimmjow shot back nonchalantly.

At that, Rukia whirled around, halting the group's trek towards the building. "What was that?!" she shrieked.

Grimmjow merely laughed at the female shinigami's reaction, while Ichigo shot glares at both of them.

"We don't have time for this! Let's just hurry and get to class!" he barked as he spun Rukia back around and pushed her forward as everyone started walking again. "And Rukia, will you stop trying to provoke him?!"

Rukia shot the boy an utterly appalled glare. "Oh so you're defending him now?!"

"I'm just saying that you've been the one picking all the fights lately. You could probably do without always trying to say stuff to get him riled up...especially now that we're around all these people."

Clearly offended, Rukia yanked herself out of Ichigo's grasp and stormed ahead of the group, grumbling all the way into the building. Ichigo shook his head at this, he and others reaching the building only a few seconds later.

"Wow, you must've really set Rukia off this time." Renji's voice drew everyone's attention to him as he fell into step with the group as they entered the building.

"Yeah well, she'll get over it." Ichigo muttered before shifting his gaze over to the red-haired shinigami. "So, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Urahara's orders." Renji replied. "He said I could better help in keeping in eye on Orihime this way."

"Did he now? You sure he wasn't just trying to get you out of the shop?" Ichigo teased.

"Lay off." Renji grumbled. "It's actually a good idea, despite whatever the nature of his true intentions was...especially given your less-than-average ability to sense spiritual pressures."

"Tch...shut the hell up." Ichigo snapped. "Like I'd need your help..."

"Here we are~!" Orihime sang as the group stopped in front of their designated classroom.

Before they could set a single foot in the door, their teacher stepped out. Misato Ochi’s eyes sifted purposefully through the group, immediately picking out Takuya and Grimmjow. A bright smile lit up her face as she moved to stand directly in front of them.

“The two of you must be my new students, how wonderful!” she proclaimed cheerfully. “I’m Misato Ochi, and I have the lovely honor of being your teacher. Now if you would kindly wait right here for just a minute, I’ll go in and get the other students settled and then have you come in and introduce yourselves, ok?”

With that, she promptly turned and hurried the rest of the group into the classroom, leaving Takuya and Grimmjow standing silently in the hallway.

As they awaited the impending call for introductions, Takuya attempted to calm herself down. Her grip on the strap of her school bag had become almost vice-like, but she could still feel her palms beginning to sweat as the nervous pit in her stomach grew even more.

A chanced glance at Grimmjow, however, had her temporarily ignoring her own state of being.

Next to her the Espada visibly seethed, the very notion of having to spend even a single moment trapped within the human-infested school building causing the blood to boil in his veins. A poorly contained growl rippled through his chest as his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. Ugh, damn that fucking stupid ass shopkeeper to the bottom of the deepest hole in darkest corner of ten hells...!

“Grimmjow...please calm down.”

The gears of Grimmjow’s mounting rage ground to a halt at the sound of Takuya’s quiet voice, his cerulean eyes immediately shifting to land pointedly upon the ebony-haired girl. Her own gaze never lifted to meet his, however; instead, she moved a small hand to loosely grasp the wrist of his left arm before speaking again.

“This is going to be a new experience for both of us...new, and challenging. But, I-I believe that if we try hard enough...and if we’re patient enough...we can get through it. So please...”

The Espada stared at the side of the girl’s face for a moment before his gaze flicked down to where her hand held on to his wrist. Even as she spoke, he felt that hand of hers was trembling slightly out of her own nervousness. Grunting slightly, he pulled his wrist free of her loose grasp and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Whatever.” he mumbled, shifting his gaze to the wall directly across the hallway.

“The two of you can step inside now.” Ochi-sensei called from inside the classroom.

Taking a deep breath, Takuya turned to walk into the classroom with Grimmjow right behind her. “Here we go...” she whispered.

The two entered the room and stopped next to the teacher’s desk, drawing a wave of little gasps from their soon-to-be classmates; quieted comments immediately began to surface in the air.

“Class, these are our two lovely new students!” Ochi-sensei declared before turning to look at the two. “Alright, go ahead and introduce yourselves.”

“Hello, I’m Takuya Hokkaido.” Takuya said, bowing slightly.

“Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.” Grimmjow stated flatly.

“Wonderful!” Ochi-sensei chimed. “Ok, there are two seats over there by the window...right behind Mr. Kurosaki. You may take those.”

Not wasting any time, Takuya and Grimmjow moved to take their seats. As they did so, the little quiet comments began surfacing again, this time not escaping either of their ears.

“- lovely, indeed. Man I could get lost those gorgeous eyes of hers...”

“Wow, he’s so totally dreamy! I wonder if he’s single...”

“She’s a total hottie. I call dibs on her number.”

“Blue is my new favorite color.” (Girly giggles)

Takuya took the seat directly behind Ichigo, and Grimmjow sat behind her. Ichigo turned around to face them as they situated themselves.

“You did a good job.” he whispered; he then peered over Takuya’s shoulder. “Both of you...surprisingly...”

Grimmjow’s bored glare lingered on the boy for a second or so before shifting to look out the window. “Don’t push your luck, Kurosaki.” he grumbled.

Ichigo smirked, shaking his head slightly as he turned to face forward in his seat once more.

“Alright, let’s begin class, shall we?” Ochi-sensei said, flipping open a book on her desk. “We’ll start with the reading assignment you had over the weekend...”

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Takuya breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as she and the others sat around on the school’s roof eating their lunch. She stood leaning against the bars of the tall steel barrier that enclosed the entire rooftop, gazing down at the other students moving here and there throughout the courtyard as she nibbled on a sandwich. The first half of her school day had gone by without a hitch, which served to dispel the greater part of the nervousness she’d felt since the start of the day. A small smile curved her lips as a feeling of accomplishment washed over her.

This isn’t so bad after all. I think I could get used to this school-going thing...

“Takuya!” the ebony-haired girl turned toward Orihime’s voice, the auburn-haired girl approaching her alongside a girl with short raven-colored hair. “I’d like to introduce you to my best friend, Tatsuki Arisawa.”

Said girl, Tatsuki, stepped forward and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Takuya.” she greeted with a smile.

Takuya smiled in return, reaching out and shaking Tatsuki’s extended hand. “It’s nice to meet you as well.” she replied.

“ICHIGOOOO!” Everyone looked around just in time to see the owner of the overly-excited voice barging through the roof entrance and making a beeline straight for said orange-haired boy.

“Keigo...” Ichigo half-growled as his hyperactive friend skidded to a stop in front of him.

“Ichigo, where is she?! Everyone told me they saw her walking with you guys, WHERE IS SHE?!” Keigo practically shrieked, grabbing Ichigo by the collar of his shirt.

“Get the hell off me!” Ichigo snapped, shoving the boy away from him. “And who the hell are you even talking about?!”

“Oh c’mon, Ichigo, you know exactly who I’m talking about! I mean the new girl from -”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Keigo immediately bit off the remainder of his sentence as he and Ichigo looked up to see Mizuiro standing in front of Takuya and taking one of her hands into his own. “My name is Mizuiro Kojima. It’s an honor to finally meet such a lovely girl in person.”

Orihime giggled, while Tatsuki just rolled her eyes. Takuya blinked at the boy. “Oh, u-um...nice to meet you as well...?” she managed, unsure of what else to say.

No sooner had the words left her lips than Keigo popped up in front of her, his oversized grin causing her to shrink back slightly.

“Wow, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” he chirped. “Those eyes, that hair, everything so perfectly proportioned! Oh it’s even better close up - ARGH!”

Two fists roughly collided with either side of Keigo’s face, abrubtly cutting the boy off and startling Takuya.

“CAN IT, YA PERVERT!” Ichigo and Tatsuki yelled in unison as Keigo slumped to the ground, groaning.

Mizuiro looked down at Keigo. “Wow...you certainly are punishment prone, Mr. Asano.” he remarked.

“You people...are heartless...” Keigo forced out as he lay on the ground, clutching his face.

“Well, well, well...now what do we have here?”

Once more, everyone’s attention was drawn to the roof entrance, where three more boys now stood. Ichigo rolled his eyes and grumbled as he ran a frustrated hand over his face.

“Tch, great...not these assholes again...” he muttered.

“Who are they?” Renji asked, finally looking up from his lunch.

“A trio of purebred scumbags.” Ichigo answered scathingly. “The one in the middle is Kazuki, “the ring leader;” to his left is Hitoshi, and to his right is Ryo. They’re nothing but womanizing pigs...”

As if on cue, the trio sauntered past the rest of the group and stopped directly in front of Takuya.

“Well hello there.” Kazuki spoke, leering at the ebony-haired girl as his eyes overtly traveled the length of her body. “When I heard the rumors about the beautiful new girl in class 1-3, I just had to see it for myself. And now that I see you...wow...I am quite literally blown away.”

Growling in disgust, Tatsuki stormed forward, intent on throttling the boy; her advance was stopped, however, when she was immobilized and held back by Hitoshi and Ryo. “Kazuki!!! You has better get away from her you filthy lowlife scum!!!” she yelled, struggling to get out of his flunkies’ grasps.

Kazuki glanced back at Tatsuki, smirking snobbishly at the angry girl before turning back to Takuya, who had taken a couple cautious steps back. In one swift movement, he quickly closed the short distance between them, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, preventing her from moving away again.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be reduced to hanging around such garbage.” he crooned, his face mere inches away from hers. “Why don’t you come away with me to somewhere...a little less crowded?”

“No thank you.” Takuya said firmly, attempting to pry herself away from the boy. “Now let me go, please.”

“Oh come now, don’t be like that.” Kazuki whined almost mockingly, his grip tightening slightly; he then reached up and gently stroked her face. “You know you want to...”

“Alright, that’s it! Get the hell away from her, asshole!” Ichigo blurted out. “She obviously doesn’t wanna be anywhere near your creepy ass!”

Kazuki leveled an arrogant glare at the orange-haired boy. “Why don’t you shut the hell up, noisy bastard.” he sneered. “As if you could possibly even begin to imagine what she wants! Anyone can see that she’s almost completely enthralled with my boyish charm and - UMPH!”

A large hand suddenly clamped over Kazuki’s mouth, effectively silencing him. He, and everyone else, looked up to see none other than Grimmjow standing there, his bored scowl unflinchingly cemented into his expression. The instant he noticed Kazuki loosening his grip on Takuya he acted once again, ripping the boy away from the ebony-haired girl and forcefully slamming him into the roof’s barrier. The boy hollered in pain as he collided with the steel bars face-first, and almost immediately began to feel warm blood flowing out from a newly acquired wound created by the harsh contact. Hitoshi’s and Ryo’s jaws dropped, their own hold on the squirming Tatsuki loosening in their shock; taking the opportunity, Tatsuki yanked herself free, spun around, and bodily shoved both boys backwards to the ground.

“Ugh...what...w-what the hell is your deal, man...?” Kazuki whimpered as he tried in vain to free himself from Grimmjow’s vice grip. “And...where the hell...d-did you even come from?”

“Look here, idiot...,” Grimmjow began to speak, not yet bothering to his way. “I don’t know who you are, or who you think you are, but let’s make one thing abundantly clear. This girl is not to be toyed with, and shitheads like you who get bold enough to try might just find themselves waking up in hell.”

Kazuki’s eyes widened. “W-what do you mean?”

It was then that Grimmjow turned to look at the boy, who almost immediately began trembling like a dry leaf in the wind. His bored scowl had remained intact, but behind the glint of his cerulean eyes lurked an unfathomable murderous intent that caused the blood to freeze in his veins.

“Fuck off...or die.” the Espada replied flatly. “That clear enough for ya?”

Kazuki did his best to nod. “Yeah...crystal...” he squeaked.

At that, Grimmjow released his hold on the boy, letting him fall to the ground. Not a second after his feet made contact with the cement, Kazuki hurriedly clambered away, Hitoshi and Ryo following close behind. After watching the trio disappear from the roof, everyone turned their attention back to the Espada, shocked to absolute silence. Grimmjow’s brow furrowed when he felt all their gazes pinned on him.

“The hell’re you idiots staring at?” he grumbled.

“That was AWESOME!!!” Keigo suddenly cheered. “I’ve never seen those guys run away so fast in my life!!! An now, my beautiful Takuya can breath easy again-OWW!!!”

A fist has once again made contact with the side of his face. Ichigo glared at the boy as he slumped to the ground once more, groaning. Mizuiro tutted as he looked down at him.

“You should really learn when to put a lid on it, Mr. Asano.” he said.

“...Ugh, the pain...” Keigo moaned.

Ignoring the two’s exchange, Ichigo looked over at Grimmjow again. His actions had thrown him for a complete loop, so much so that he’d momentarily forgotten that the Espada had actually agreed to be Takuya’s bodyguard, much to their great surprise. With an exasperated sigh, he folded his arms across his chest and turned his attention back to Keigo, who was still writhing on the ground.

Well, I guess hollows aren’t the only things she’ll need protection from...

A minute later, the bell sounded, marking the end of the lunch break.

“Alright, guys, let’s get the rest of this day over with.” Ichigo said as he and the rest of the group packed up the remnants of their lunches and began heading toward the roof’s entrance. As they filed into the buidling, Takuya, who’d been silent since the “incident” with Kazuki, finally spoke up, but only loud enough for one person to hear her.

“Grimmjow...”

The Espada looked over his shoulder at the girl.

“Thank you...”

Mild surprise flashed over Grimmjow’s scowling expression; after a second or so, he turned to face forward again.

“Don’t mention it.” he finally said, the phrase feeling incredibly foreign on his tongue.

Takuya smiled at his retreating form, and for the first time that day, she felt her nervousness completely ebb away.

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Urahara looked up as Orhime, Takuya, and Grimmjow entered the dining area.

“Ah, welcome back.” he greeted them. “So, the first day of school has been completed successfully, I presume?”

“Yes it has.” Takuya replied with a smile.

“Excellent.” Urahara said before turning his attention to Grimmjow. “So...how was it?”

Grimmjow glared at the man for a moment or two. “I spent the whole damn day surrounded by humans, nobody died, and I’m still sane. Joy.”

“That’s excellent! Hehe, what’d I tell ya? I knew it’d be a good experience for ya. It’s gonna really help build that tolerance level of yours.”

The Espada grumbled as he disappeared down the hallway. With a slight smile, Urahara redirected his gaze toward Takuya and Orihime.

“So, did everything go on without incident today?” he asked.

Both girls nodded.

“Oh...well, everything except for this one situation we had during lunch...” Takuya said, tapping her chin in thought. “This perverted guy attempted to force himself on me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but Grimmjow saved her.” Orhime chimed in cheerily. “He got the boy away from her and basically told him not to come bothering her again. It was really nice of him.”

“Yes, that was very nice indeed.” Urahara echoed with a honest grin. “Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed your first day, Takuya.”

“So am I.” Takuya agreed with a smile of her own as she and Orihime disappeared down the hallway as well.

Urahara released a contented sigh, taking a sip of the tea in front of him. Everything seems to be going smoothly thus far. I guess the real question now is...how long will it last...?

“Kisuke.”

A smile almost instinctively stretched across his face at the sound that all-too-familiar voice. He then turned to see a black cat trotting into the dining area.

“Yoruichi! Great to see you!” he greeted as the cat jumped lithely onto the table and sat down directly in front of him. “How long have you been back?”

“Long enough to know that there has been a hollow of incredibly destructive power among you for close to four whole days now and none of you seem too worried about it.”

Urahara chuckled, bringing a hand up to adjust his hat. “Heh, always the observant one; I’d have been quite surprised if you didn’t notice.”

“You can save the flattering compliments.” Yoruichi remarked flatly. “You’ve got some serious explaining to do, starting now.”

“Well, to be completely honest, there isn’t a whole lot to explain.” Urahara said. “Takuya - a young lady currently residing here that you’ve not had the pleasure of meeting yet - stumbled upon Mr. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez three days ago as she was returning from the market. At the time she’d found him, he was injured substantially after being attacked by Aizen. He’s now repaying his debt to Takuya for saving his life.”

The cat shook its head in utter disbelief. “Kisuke, do you even realize what it is that you’re doing?! You’re not only willingly harboring a vasto lorde, but you’re allowing him to roam freely among humans! Do you realize how insanely dangerous that is, and the indescribable amount of trouble you could get into if Soul Society gets wind of it?! Oh, and let’s not forget the ever-looming threat of Hueco Mundo. Did you even consider what you’ll do if...no, when Aizen decides to come looking for his lost soldier?!”

The shopkeeper took a slow sip of his tea, taking that time to mull over his answer. “Yes, I’ve taken it all into thorough consideration. I’m well aware of everything that could possibly happen...rather, everything that will happen...if Grimmjow is discovered. Aizen, we suspect, will eventually send his forces here to do a physical search once he realizes that he can’t track Grimmjow’s spiritual pressure. And once that happens, Soul Society will automatically become involved. All of us - not just Grimmjow - will be in imminent danger of either being wiped out by Aizen’s forces, or being automatically sentenced to execution by Head Captain for what’ll undoubtedly be seen as highly treasonous acts against the living world AND Soul Society...or, in Grimmjow’s case, merely being a hollow. Either way, when this is all over, we all may very well be dead.”

He then looked up to meet the cat’s golden-eyed gaze.

“But...we’re prepared for that. We’re more than ready...more than willing...to face that inescapable truth when and if it should come to that. Well...actually Rukia’s not too thrilled about it, and for good reason...but the rest of us are. I mean, think about it, Yoruichi. This Espada is a wealth of information! We now have the capability to thwart any of Aizen’s plans before they get underway. Opportunities like this don’t just occur for no reason at all.”

Yoruichi’s whiskers twitched in slight frustration. “Kisuke, we’re not talking about some random low rank. This guy’s one of Aizen’s strongest soldiers -”

“Did I mention that Grimmjow isn’t loyal to Aizen?” Urahara cut in. “Or the fact that Aizen’s attack on him was provoked by the discovery of his plot to defy his direct orders?”

The cat’s eyes widened slightly. “...That alone doesn’t prove disloyalty...”

“He’s also made it absolutely clear that he has zero respect for Aizen’s leadership, and that he would readily kill himself before willingly carrying out any of his orders, AND that he plans to kill all three ex-captains himself once he gains the proper strength...”

Yoruichi’s eyes widened even more as she was rendered momentarily speechless. Her golden eyes searched his gray ones for any sort of doubt or uncertainty, but she only succeeded finding raw determination.

“Are you certain of this?” she finally asked. “Are you absolutely sure this isn’t just a ruse to get you to even partially drop your guard?”

“I’m positive.” Urahara replied. “He’s only been here for a couple days, but he’s already shown that he isn’t one for smoke screens.”

“...And there’s absolutely no swaying you, is there?”

“I’m afraid not.”

With a small sigh, the cat leapt off the table. “Well, I suppose there’s no helping it...I do hate when you get like this.” she muttered. “However, if this is the path you are choosing to take, then you have my full support.”

“Thank you, Yoruichi.” Urahara said, smiling almost triumphantly.

Yoruichi smiled slightly in return before rolling her eyes at the man and heading toward the shop’s exit.

#bleach #unbound fanfic #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x oc #chapter 7

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GrimmIchi Prompt: popsicle

Prompt number 11 from August Prompt List by creativepromptsforwriting

Words: 1100

Warnings: none

Grimmjow poked at the white wrapped object. Cold seeped out through the wrapper. He narrowed his eyes at it and glanced around at everyone else. Is this a trap?He wondered. All different scenarios of freezing from the inside out filled his head. But as he looked around, everyone was eating their own…popsicle – that’s what they’d called it, he was sure of it. And no one was having any side effects. Furthermore, it wasn’t Kisuke who had gone out and bought the frozen treats; it was Kurosaki. Probably the one person Grimmjow could trust to not play dirty.

Grimmjow twisted his mouth in a resigned grimace as he opened the wrapper. The popsicle he pulled out was a bright orange, and Grimmjow wondered if it was really a coincidence that he’d been handed this one. Especially since Kurosaki’s was blue. He gave it a hesitant lick.

The first thing he noticed was cold. Cold enough he didn’t taste anything at first. But then. Then, it was sweet, with a slight tang, like an orange with a bit of sugar added. And he found himself likening it to Kurosaki; his personality, tangy and fun when they fought, but sweet and kind outside of the arena. The arrancar stopped licking the popsicle and blinked rapidly, trying to dispel those thoughts from his mind. Since when do I care if he’s sweet and kind?

Grimmjow shook his head. I don’t. I don’t care about anything but the fight, the blood lust. That’s all I want. I want a worthy opponent. That’s all.

The rapid movement caused his popsicle to drip, and due to its position, the sweet juice fell right onto Grimmjow’s collarbone. He jolted at the cold, causing more juice to drip. “Ah. Shit,” he grumbled, looking for somewhere to put the popsicle down where it wouldn’t cause more mess so he could clean himself up before anything got on his pristine white tank top.

“Ah, careful,” a soft, warm, low voice stated. Grimmjow found himself facing the exact man that caused this entire mess. Ichigo was in front of him, standing. Grimmjow was sitting. He wasn’t sure he liked the height difference this caused. But he didn’t have too long to think about it, because his brain short-circuited at Kurosaki’s next move. The orange-haired young man reached down, seemingly without thinking, and swept his finger over Grimmjow’s skin, right where the spilled popsicle was. He applied just enough pressure to rub away the juice, transferring most of it to his finger. Then he licked the orange popsicle juice off his finger. And oh. Oh. Ok then. Grimmjow’s gigai’s heart decided to throw itself into overdrive and he felt his cheeks heating up like the elements on the stove top. He couldn’t find words. And even if he could, they would be no use. His throat was completely dry. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Trapped, he wondered absently for a second if this was some new kido or some other technique Kurosaki had learned. But the thought left when Kurosaki finally spoke again and broke the spell. “Do you need me to clean your hand for you, too? Or are you gonna eat that popsicle?”

Grimmjow blinked once, twice. Sound filtered back in, he could hear Kurosaki’s other friends laughing and joking in the background, completely unaware of Grimmjow’s internal panic at the moment. How selfish of them. He turned his gaze to his hand holding the popsicle, and saw what Kurosaki meant. The popsicle was melting, juice sliding down the sides and onto Grimmjow’s hand. He grimaced. That was gonna be sticky. Without thinking, he leaned forward and licked the juice off his hand and wrist.

At least, he wasn’t thinking…until he heard a soft catch of breath. That definitely got his attention, and Grimmjow looked up, tongue still outstretched on his hand, eyes finding Kurosaki’s face. And he felt a little sliver of pride that he wasn’t the only one apparently getting flustered. Kurosaki’s cheeks were red, his pupils dilated. Grimmjow pulled back, changing his expression to a grin.

“What? Something wrong?” he teased. Kurosaki looked away, and yeah…Grimmjow could see now why this angle was an advantage. He very much liked the sight of the other man’s throat moving as he swallowed. With a smirk he leaned toward Kurosaki. “What’s wrong, Kurosaki? Cat got your tongue?” Grimmjow was rather proud of being able to use the new phrases he was learning, and it was even better if he could fluster Kurosaki with them...except Kurosaki didn’t get flustered now. It was like the phrase made him determined…serious even. He turned dark brown eyes, swirling with intent…desire…and something more…something warm and fierce and exhilarating.

Kurosaki leaned in toward Grimmjow, so close their faces were inches apart. “No…the cat doesn’t have my tongue. But he could, in a moment,” he murmured, so quiet Grimmjow barely heard him. Though, to be fair, Grimmjow was barely hearing a lot of things right now, with the noise in the background from the others, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, and the blood rushing through his veins. He shifted back, but Ichigo’s hand came up between them, catching Grimmjow by the chin and holding him in place. Grimmjow felt a shiver run down his spine as he stared into those enticing brown eyes.

“…could he?” was all he whispered, knowing Kurosaki knew what he meant. A smile met him and then the smile was on him, warm soft lips gently caressing his own, tasting sweet from the frozen treats they’d just consumed. Grimmjow felt his popsicle slide out of his hand and heard it splat on the floor distantly, but he couldn’t even think about that. He needed his hand at his side now, supporting his weight because damn. Damn. This was making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, more than Kisuke’s sake ever had.

When Ichigo finally pulled away, all the noise was gone. In fact, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Grimmjow steadied himself with his hands, eyes wide and staring up at Ichigo. Ichigo smirked at him, but his eyes were serious and dark with an unfulfilled desire burning in them, promising more. “Come to my house tonight,” was all Ichigo said before straightening up and turning around. He strode out the door without a backward glance.

Grimmjow knew he must have painted quite the odd picture by the stares he was getting, but he couldn’t care less about that now. He was sticky. He was hot. He was flustered.

He was definitely going to see Kurosaki tonight.

#grimmichi #jaegerjaquez grimmjow #kurosaki ichigo #m34gswrites #grimmichi prompt

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Bleach, From Pilot to Ch. 423: Things I Forgot Or Were Excluded From The Anime

Turns out I had forgotten a lot of things tho they might not seem that important. Anyway, the list is long so I’ll keep it under the cut. It’s a bit messy but I was just writing it as I was reading and then I somehow expected myself to remember what I was talking about. Posting it for anybody else who could use the reminder.

Please keep in mind that I’m pretty sure the translation I was reading wasn’t a 100% correct but I couldn’t be bothered to find a better one. Seems like it improved later on but I’d still take it with a grain of salt. (Like I’m pretty sure this translator couldn’t read hiragana properly, and some names were really messed up.)

- I did not know there was a pilot chapter so yeah... that entire thing I guess. - Orihime being that open about her crush from the beginning - Orihime’s parents being such cruel people - Orihime’s hairpins being a gift from Sora - The backstory of the mod souls - Chad’s crazy about cute things - Keigo is from Naruki City, not Karakura - Mizuiro being really popular with girls - Renji and Byakuya with weird hoods, idk if that was part of the anime and so far there’s been a part from the anime that wasn’t in the manga (The part with Ichigo seeing Rukia fight a hollow in town before she comes into his room) - Orihime is bad with electronics - Ishida is poor - Tatsuki told Orihime that she is probably at the level of a black belt in karate (I don’t know if she was honest about that but she said it) - Orihime is really dang smart - I forgot Nemu was technically Mayuri’s daughter -Also Mayuri is awful, he belongs in worst dad club with Isshin (I also didn’t remember Isshin being SUCH a creep but I guess I forgot to write that earlier. Or I just decided not to since reviewing this list afterwards I realize I left some other creepy things out.) - Mayuri can turn into liquid - Zanpakutou Materializing Dolls, and other artefacts. So many artefacts. Never to be mentioned or used ever again. - Kira feeling super guilty over raising a sword at Hinamori. - Orihime just chilling with Yachiru, Ikkaku, and Yumichika after the was separated from Uryuu. Oh and Zaraki’s there too. - Hisagi having been accepted as a shinigami before he passed the exams, expected to become a seated officer - Rukia idolised Kaien’s wife - That Komamura was that loyal to Yamamoto - I remember Kenpachi fighting Komamura and Tousen, not picking a fight with Komamura, Tousen, Iba, and Hisagi. Neither did I remember Ikkaku and Yumichika joining in, it’s just entirely gone from my memory - Byakuya’s scarf is a really expensive heirloom. - Byakuya was really cold in the beginning, supposedly not caring about his subordinates (idk if he really changed later on but this stood out to me in the moment. Also speaking of Byakuya, I think he seemed older to me when watching the anime because of the voice.) - Really I had forgotten a lot about the animosity between Byakuya and Renji - Rukia doesn’t refer to Gin as “Captain Ichimaru” and he doesn’t mind since they’ve “known eachother for so long”. Apparently she’s deathly afraid of him. - Kaname got his zanpakutou from the grave of the lady he liked? I’ve always wondered how people get their zanpakutous anyway ‘cause I don’t think Zaraki had any training and I’m pretty sure it’s the same sword he had when he met Yachiru, yet Zangetsu comments on how the sword is crying. (I’m also curious about if people could potentially wield other zanpakutous, which I think is a thing in the quincy arc but I’m talking like... normal people. I think it’d be neat since there’s already two people that have just... picked up a zanpakutou before they even became shinigamis.) - Rikichi! He’s such a big fan of Renji! He got Hanatarou out of jail just to help Renji. He didn’t only get him a new uniform but also a hair tie and a bandana. I’m a little sad that he never seems to show up ever again? (At least I don’t remember him being in the quincy arc but that’ll have to be it’s own list I guess) - Ukitake and Kyouraku stopping and destroying Soukyoku - Kiyone calling Isane sister. - Soifon getting ready to take out Kiyone and the other vice-captain. - Kyouraku being praised for being the best at seeing the true character of anyone he meets, and Ukitake always being the centre of a crowd although (frail, but affable and kind) - Yamamoto thinking of Ukitake and Kyouraku as sons - Katen Kyoukotsu and Sogyo no Kotowari are the only zanpakutous that exist in pairs (allegedly) (I don’t remember why I wrote allegedly but I had some thought behind it......) - Soi Fong’s name was Shaolin Fong until she inherited her grandmother’s code name. - Soi Fong not being angry with Yoruichi because she ran away, but because she didn’t take her with her - Iba having been part of the 11th division, but becoming Komamura’s vice-captain (supposedly for his mom) - Iba wanting to get a chance to fight Ichigo - Byakuya only showing Senkei Senbonzakura Kageyoshi to people he wants to kill personally, Ichigo being the second person. I can’t recall if the first person was ever revealed? - Kira going along with the scheme and leading away Hitsugaya and Matsumoto from the Central 46 chambers. He was told they wouldn’t do anything to Hinamori - Hinamori joined the Gotei 13 because she admired Aizen, which would imply she met him before the soul burial training accident, but idk if that’s a translation mistake - Unohana confronting Aizen in the Central 46 chambers and calling him a treacherous reprobate - How Kyoka Suigetsu works. I forgot that for it to work on someone they need to see the release, and that after that the person who saw it will be completely hypnotised every time he releases it from then on. - Aizen was certain that he could use all three of Kira, Hinamori, and Renji back when they first met, but Renji was problematic so he was sent on to squad 11 while Kira and Hinamori were made Aizen and Gin’s vice-captains - Ichigo and Renji trying to fight Aizen together - Ichigo being a fucking monster! Who stays conscious after having their stomach cut open like that? In the anime it was just a really bad slash but since the manga is a but more graphic I’m only now like “oh wow that is really fucking bad” - There were names for the four basic types of combat for shinigamis. Zanjutsu(sword skills), Hakuda(hand-to-hand combat), Hohou(foot work), and Kidou. - Hollowfication is brought up this early, but I guess it makes sense because he’s explaining the Hougyoku. - Urahara, not Aizen, hid the Hougyoku inside Rukia. - Urahara was exiled for creating an intractable gigai? I don’t think so Aizen, but okay. Also he was trying to turn Rukia into a human soul. Hm. - Komamura coming in to destroy Aizen mid-monologue. Thank you. (After reading Ichigo’s last fight with Aizen I am so tired of him talking aaahhhhh!) - All the gate guardians except for Jidanbou are traitors, Kuukaku shows up with Jidanbou (was this in the anime???) - I remember Ichigo hanging out with squad 11 after the whole Aizen thing, but I did not remember Iba being there too which is nice. They didn’t get to spar tho. - Matsumoto and Kira getting drunk and venting about Gin, though it’s portrayed pretty comically. Matsumoto proceeds to invite pretty much anyone who passes by, except for Kyouraku. - Ryuuken is part of the shitty dad club. - Shinigami Isshin was revealed pretty much right after Shinji, I didn’t remember it being so early. - Also I didn’t remember the protection charm either but hey it worked. - Did- Did Orihime really only get to use Tsubaki ONCE?? - Also that entire fight with Yammy and Ulquiorra is just so much bloodier than in the anime - That moment when Ichigo tells Chad to leave D.Roy to him and Chad runs away, that hurt, ow my heart - Keigo being there to watch Ikkaku fight Eduardo. Also Keigo having a chat with Yumichika. - Ikkaku losing his molars in the fight with Eduardo is. - Yumichika going “oh and btw, make preparations for Ikkaku’s funeral” - Flashback about Ikkaku fighting Zaraki in the past. - Ikkaku being determined to fight and die under Kenpachi’s command. - Ururu kicking Ilfordt in the face- I mean Ururu going in to exterminate Ilfordt. - References to Toshirou’s bankai being incomplete. - Shawlong being the first arrancar to be created. (Allegedly? Supposedly? Succesfully? It depends on a lot, it’s a bit of an assumption.) - The power limit that is placed on captains and vice-captains when they go to the world of the living is symbolised by the division’s symbol. Oh and it takes away 80% of their power. Motherfucking damn bitch Ikkaku. Also good job Rukia. (I don’t remember what these last two sentences are refering to tbh) - Tatsuki watching the fight (I’m assuming the first) between Ichigo and Grimmjow, or at least part of it. - I guess I forgot to mention this earlier but Orihime being jealous of Rukia and her relationship with Ichigo - Tousen really not liking Grimmjow because he causes discord - Ichigo trying the beat the answers out of the Vaizards. - Goddamn Ichigo has a lot of attitude. - Urahara telling Orihime that she would be a burden in battle and Rukia talking to her afterwards. Orihime and Rukia need more talks. - Orihime getting kidnapped by Hiyori. - Hachi having similar abilities as Orihime. - Hachi also suggesting against Orihime fighting the war. - Orihime being so determined to fight. Goddamn I wish Tsubaki wasn’t her only way of doing damage. Give her one of those funky artefacts for fuck’s sake. - Yumichika not getting along with “Fujikujaku”. - The trees in Hueco Mundo are made of something quartz-like - Ulquiorra complimenting Orihime on her looks (Tbh I’ve forgotten about this scene again but I don’t think I intended to lie to my future self so I’m assuming it might’ve been something vague) - Orihime planning to reject the Hougyouku with her powers to destroy it, why don’t I see more about that?? - Wonderweiss being fond of Tousen. - Szayel sending out the execution squad after Dordoni - Only Grimmjow ever uses Gran Rey Cero (Idk if I ever really thought otherwise but it’s on the list so I guess it’s a confirmation I wanted to make) - Tesla threatening to destroy the Shun Shun Rikka - Nnoitra using Nel as a shield when Ichigo attacks at one point - Nnoitra and Neliel didn’t even fight after he tore off Dondochakka and Pesche’s masks in the flashback wtf. Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen manga screenshots of that part so I guess it’s only in the anime. Well that’s disappointing. Then what did Szayel even do? (Still sad they don’t fight more in the manga, bluh. Also I’m still not sure what Szayel actually did.) - Nnoitra thinking it a shame that they (him and Neliel I think) won’t get to fight again. - Mayuri observing Uryuu through bacteria, and Uryuu calling him out for violating human rights - Szayel rebirthing himself from Nemu, wtf. I’m not sure if that was in the anime. (Okay it was, she just didn’t get straight-up pregnant) - I also forgot about Szayel taking over Konjiki Ashisogi Jizou - The Jesus Szayel and Baphomet Mayuri chapter pages were new to me - Mayuri to Nemu: “Good job, keep suffocating Uryuu with your tiddies. If he dies, he dies.” - Nnoitra, after releasing Santa Teresa: “Kinda sexy, isn’t it?” (I don’t trust this translation a 100% but what was written was “I look sexy, right?”) - And Zaraki responding with “your reiatsu is making me hard…” - The Living World as seen through the Garganta in Las Noches is upside-down - Hikifune and the Royal Guard being mentioned during Turn Back The Pendulum - Hiyori looking up to Hikifune as a mother - Urahara being Commander of the Detention Unit in the 2nd Division, and the unit keeping people who wanted to withdraw from the Gotei 13, not just criminals. - Urahara making Mayuri his Vice Captain in the research institute - Barragan’s fraccions having packed together his throne and brought it with them - I can’t believe Charlotte’s magical girl scene was only in the anime but I suppose it makes sense - Hisagi’s fight with Findor was also shorter in the manga which is… kind of a shame? Idk it was pretty well made in the anime, but I guess it’s because they were just coming back from a break and all. - Hisagi and Kira stopping Yumichika from rushing in after Ikkaku was beaten, Komamura stepping in to take care of the arrancar… whose name I’ve already forgotten once again. - Iba calling Ikkaku out for not using his bankai and punching him in the face. Good. I like Ikkaku but the pillar did get destroyed because of him so it was a pretty bad move. - Hinamori making a kidou net - Kira used to be in the 4th division, did I already write that? - The Gran Rey Cero being forbidden to use inside of Las Noches but leave it to Grimmjow not to care about any of that - Kyouka Suigetsu’s ability can be cancelled by grabbing the blade. - They sent Aizen to Avici, or I guess a prison named after Avici - Yamamoto scolding Byakuya, Shunsui, and Kenpachi for losing their captain’s haori and they proceed to insult it - They actually mention Mayuri going back to Hueco Mundo

#bleach #long post #i've been sick for a few days so i had time to wrap this up since i'm just stuck in bed anyway

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volcanofireflame150 · 4 years

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A Soul meets another Seoul

Ch1; Ch11

Chapter 10

I looked at the guy that was approaching me, I asked, "Who are you? What's your purpose?" "Calm down, I'm only here to tell you this," I hear him say, "I'm here to say that, a great battle will happen soon in the future." Then he went away, I turned around seeing Ichigo behind me, he said to me, "We've been worried about you, class has started." "Sorry, I just needed fresh air," I said, trying to shake off the encounter of whose name I didn't get. I went back into the classroom, sat in front of Uryu, he asked me, "Did you run into those 2?" "Only one of them, but we didn't fight unfortunately," I said to him, "I couldn't bring it up to Ichigo because I was afraid he would get angry with me." "Why would he?" asked Uryu, "This is important but I respect your choice, let's hope you will tell him eventually." "I will, just as long as I know on who we are dealing with," I said. After school hours, I was walking behind everyone because I took off running when I felt one of them back, I came out of my Gigai body then got my Scythe ready, I was in front of the light blue haired guy, he said, "Nice of you to show up." "Enough games and tell me your name," I said. He grinned, "I'm called Grimmjow. What are you called?" "I'm called Itsuki Akari Hitsugaya, Soul Reaper Pyromancer," I said to him, "So, you are looking for a fight?" "Yes, I'm pretty sure you would be a worthy opponent," he said, then started the fight. With my quick reflexes, I quickly dodged his attack, then swung my scythe sadly missing as he back flipped dodging a slice entirely. It was getting pretty heated, literally, but I successfully got a couple hits on Grimmjow, somehow I'm so far keeping this fight at bay. He said, "You are very strong but not as strong as me." Then he striked at me with a move I wasn't familiar with and shot me sending me flying upwards, I winced at the pain, damn it, that move managed to scar me, I looked at the wound, instantly was healed because my fire attacks and heals without a fail. I unleashed Fire Burst towards him, he barely dodged it where the flames caught his left foot and started to attack me when I least expect it. Which managed to make me fall down to the ground hard, I can't believe he outsmarted me and Shadow Phoenix, I looked up, widening my eyes when he was going to swing his sword to stab me where my heart is, then a black with red aura blocked his attack, I heard Ichigo saying, "Leave her alone, you bastard!" "Ichigo," I said, softly and felt a little relieved. I was only resting a bit because of the impact, then Ichigo managed to shove him away and helped me up, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" "I was going to, it happened so suddenly," I said, "I was really going to tell you but I didn't want you to get angry at me." Then he got angry enough to shout, "Getsuga Tensho!!! We'll talk about this later but for right now, use Fire Shield for the both of us." I casted Fire Burst for myself and Ichigo, feeling like I should just stayed put until Ichigo tells me to join the fight. Ichigo, as if he was reading my thought, says, "You are joining this fight, this is your time to prove that you are ready for any enemy." I nodded, then turned to aggressive mode, I opened my eyes, they have turned to phoenix eyes, I dangerously threw my Scythe in the air and shouted, "Shadow Phoenix, Use your Solar Lazer to take him out!!" Then a lazer of Solar was striking on where Grimmjow was standing and he was dodging the light, then I shouted, "Fire Bolt!" Then 2 bolts of Fire, got Grimmjow directly, Ichigo has never seen this before, he was taken aback, Grimmjow growled, "You little shit! How dare you!!" "I'm not finished yet," I told him, "Volcanic Ember Rain!!!" Then a gray smoke cloud emerged from the Scythe and out came lava droplets coming down on only towards Grimmjow. 5 managed to get him, he yelled in pain, I brung my Scythe down, my eyes went back to normal. I've learned the ways of the Phoenix, Shadow Phoenix had taught me well, Grimmjow hissed in pain, saying, "I'll come back for you later, Substitute Soul Reaper and Pyromancer!" Then off he went, we were heavily breathing, mainly me because I used all of my energy to use most of my new fire attacks, I collapsed, thankfully Ichigo caught me in time. I woke up feeling so much guilt because I didn't tell Ichigo about the encounter of Grimmjow, I sat up to seeing Ichigo sitting at the foot of his bed, I softly tried to say that I was sorry when he said, "Don't worry about it, Uryu told me that it was so sudden, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything I said to you back there." "Still, I should've told you from the start," I said, "I did what I could to prove myself that I'm ready for any fight that might come." "That was dangerous of what you did back there," said Ichigo, "You could've literally kill yourself." "I will only did it in order to protect you, Ichigo," I said, "I wanted to protect you." "I see," said Ichigo, "Just don't over do it." "By the way, didn't you see the change in my eyes?" I asked, "Shadow Phoenix taught me the ways of the Phoenix." "Oh, that's why you collapsed," he said. I nodded, "It only wears off when I bring down the Scythe." He kept listening to me on how Shadow Phoenix taught the ways of the Phoenix with me, she always lets me learn new Fire spells to help my friends and allies in battle because since I am part of this group. I rested for a while because that battle was intense, I decided to walk back to the playground, then out of nowhere I received the worst kick to the face, I looked and there was Grimmjow growling at me, "You are going to pay for damaging me with using your fire attacks!" I was scooting backwards to get away from him but he was catching up, then he almost attacked when my Scythe blocked his move, I looked and grabbed my Scythe because I quickly blocked his attack and swung at him which made him back flip a couple times, I only came here to relax and I get a surprise attack! This is happening so sudden, I made a run for it going to get Ichigo, I only made 5 feet away from Grimmjow when Grimm attacked me on my side which made me stumbled down, I am not in the right mind set, I ducked my head expecting a sword to cut my beautiful skin but nothing came, I looked and there was Ichigo, again, saving me. He asked with his voice sounding raspy, "Are you alright, Akari?" "Yeah, I'm fine, I just wanted to relax when he came and surprise attacked me," I told him. Then he said, "Stay behind me, don't cast Fire Shield just yet." I could only nod at this point because from what I can see is an outline of a mask and I'm scared to know on what mask it is. I just stayed put because Ichigo took care of Grimmjow, then I got a closer look on myself, I'm guessing what tipped Ichigo over the edge was this thorn attached to my side, I touched and felt instant pain when I began to pull the thorn out, it was hurting me bad but I managed to get it out finally I had to get down because that actually hurt, I only cast Fire Shield on myself so it could heal fast. Ichigo did say not to cast it on him so I only cast it on myself, Shadow Phoenix came out and asked, "Are you alright?" "I'll be fine but that thorn was in there deep," I said to her. She said, "Be on the alert next time." "It happened so suddenly, I only came here to only relax," I said, being completely honest with her. Then Grimmjow lost Ichigo and came straight for me, I looked so frightened on how fast he was moving, he managed to break through the shield, shattering it, thank goodness it back fires on whoever breaks it, it was given him one hell of a burning sensation. I managed to swing the scythe to get him away, but he ducked and grabbed a hold of my waist, looking at Ichigo, "Well, try and catch me without harming her." I only closed my eyes for a moment, when I opened them I was freed by Shadow Phoenix coming out and harshly shove Grimmjow away from me. Then she disappeared, she said, "Thank me later, now, make a run for it!" "No, she can stay there until this fight is over," said Ichigo, again not looking at me. I am guessing what is on his face, he does not want to show me and scare the hell out of me, I say good choice because I think I saw a glimpse of his mask, all I know that he is wearing a mask, Shadow Phoenix said, "Don't cast Fire Shield anymore, he managed to break through." "Apparently I know more about the shield than you mother," I said to her, "It back fired on who ever breaks the barrier of the Shield of Fire." "Oh, well, then," she says, "Just don't cast it on Ichigo." "I wasn't going to, he told me to not cast it on him," I said, "Plus he didn't say that I couldn't cast it on myself." "Good point," she said. Then I casted the shield again, this time I'm laying low letting my wound heal, then I heard a faint voice saying, "Heal, Little Earth." I looked there was Yixing standing pointing his scepter at my wound, I asked, "Did you achieve Shikai that fast?" "I asked Urahara to let me learn his ways of achieving Shikai and Bankai," he said, "I mean, I want to be alongside you." "I see, well then," I said, "Well, get down or you'll get hurt." I pulled him down, Yixing said, "The guys are training by themselves as you told them." "Yep, I mean it only takes time for their Zanpakutos to connect with them closely," I said, "With healing Zanpakutos, it doesn't take much as other swords spirits." "That's good to know," said Yixing. I suggested that he should go back because Ichigo was now walking back to me, no Grimmjow in sight, I asked, "Where did he go?" "He's gone for now," he said, sounding a little angry. I was walking behind him not saying anything because I know I should've been on the alert but I can't detect an surprise attack so sudden! I went to sit down until Ichigo says, "No, upstairs and on my bed." I followed behind him, with a hint of red showing on my face, I sat down on his bed, thankfully I switched my attire, Rukia was concerned on what happened, I told her, "It happened so sudden, I only went there to relax, nothing more, he just came out of nowhere." "I see," she said, "I'm guessing you were never taught on detecting surprise attacks?" "No, I was actually waiting for a lesson on how to avoid surprise attacks," I told her, "I never got the permission to." "Maybe you were being shielded by captain Hitsugaya far too long," said Renji, "He's been wanting you to learn it on your own since you learned the name of your Zanpakuto, Shikai, and Bankai all on your own." "I'm trying to open up here, damn it!" I snapped, "It's just Toshiro always seems to block the way every time I try to ask someone, including Yoruichi." "Oh wow," said Rukia, "Well, you are still 8 years old." "I get that now," I said, "But, I'm more mature than I was before." "This is true," says Renji, "Man, what is Ichigo taking so long?" "I should probably just go," I said, flash stepping back to the EXO headquarters. Look, I can't help it if Ichigo is still being like the way he is now, so I'm going to avoid him actually scolding me, starting to study for a topic in class that we will soon be tested on. I felt my eyes begin to close but I tried to keep them open as best I can because I'm so close to finish reading, then sleep bested me so I rested my head on my desk that was in this room I was staying in before Ichigo had me moved into his house. I woke up to notice that I was still in the EXO headquarters but who I was not expecting to see was Ichigo, just standing there in the dark, with his eyes closed. Shit, he's going to scold me for not being careful, I looked out the window and scooted myself quietly towards the window. I noticed on how beautiful each star is especially the moon, then I noticed that 2 stars are somewhat a different, one was a light purple star and the other is a light green star. I didn't know that stars could be in different colors, then I heard Ichigo asking, "How beautiful is it?" "It's gorgeous especially the light purple and light green stars," I told him. He asked again, "What? There are only 3 colored stars, Red, Blue, and Yellow, there shouldn't be any colors." "Then why are there Red, Brown, and White dwarfs?" I asked him. I got him there, I'm not stupid, I always learn some things that catches my interest, I told him, "Anyways, tell me everything that I was wrong of doing." "What are you talking? It was a sudden attack, you didn't see it happening," he said, "But, great job of protecting yourself." "Well, you did say no to me casting Fire Shield on you but you didn't say that I could cast it on myself," I told him. Ichigo asked, "Also, how did his clothing get burned?" "He broke through the barrier and the fire shield back fires on who ever breaks through the barrier other than the person who casted the shield," I told him. He told me, "If you were thinking that you were going to be scolded, don't worry about it, I'm not like the captains from the Soul Society." "Thank you because I've been wanting a break from the Soul Society, it's been too much," I said, "Sadly I can't ask for a break, Toshiro has been strict lately ever since you took his big brother position." "Well, I can't help it, he was doing a terrible job at being a brother so since I have 2 sisters, I decided to take over that role over him," he said, "You need someone who can be a brother at all times, with Toshiro being both he's not knowing on how to be a brother and he stick to being a captain for you, that's not how anything works." "Yeah, I'm starting to question if I should retire from my rank in the Soul Society," I said. He then said, "I mean, look at Urahara, he's retired from the 13 squads, so I don't seem why not for you." "Yeah, I'm going to retire because of Toshiro, he's been telling me to be a permanent Pyromancer," I said, "But I've been learning Thunder and Healing spells, I don't want to be a Pyromancer forever. That's not how a mage works." "That's right," he said, nodding his head. So I went to the Soul Society with the help of Renji leading me to the Head Captain of the 13 squads, Renji asked, "Are you sure that you want to retire? You can always switch again." "I want to retire so I can finally learn more magic other than Fire," I told him, "Besides the 2 foxes allows me to learn Thunder spells and Healing spells." Then we went to Head Captain Yamamoto's office, I went in alone, he looks at me and says, "Ah, Itsuki Akari, a pleasure to finally see you on getting to know your comrades in Captain Hitsugaya's squad." "Actually, about that, sir," I said, "I want to retire." "Retire? You sure about that?" he asked. I nodded, then he said, "Well then, that means this switch would go to waste then." "Wait, Switch?" I asked. He nodded, "Lt. Renji Abarai want you to come over to Captain Kuchiki's squad since Captain Kuchiki is not that strict, Renji did this switch to make sure that you don't get any more hard work from Captain Hitsugaya." "I see, did Toshiro try to object?" I asked. The old man looked at me, I was actually concerned if he did, he told me, "He didn't, Renji walked in this room and did it without anyone hearing but I'm afraid Captain Hitsugaya knows but he's willing to accept." "Do I keep my rank or lose it?" I asked. He chuckled, "You keep it of course, I did give you a slide, so you don't have to start over." "Thank you," I said. So I went to Captain Kuchiki's squad barracks, no sign of Toshiro but I've been seeing Shuhei a lot I mean we are seriously sweethearts, I waved at Shuhei and he waved back. I went up to him and asked, "How are you doing?" "I'm doing fine," he said, "I see that you got switched to Captain Kuchiki's squad." "Yeah, thanks to my dear friend Renji," I said. Shuhei chuckled, "Don't forget me." "Wait, what do you mean?" I asked. Shuhei told me, "Ever since you and I are privately dating, Captain Hitsugaya has been getting on to us and he was trying to get us to be a part and eventually break us up." "Though everyone has been telling us to be together and now Toshiro is wanting us to be just friends?" I asked, in anger. Then my new captain, Byakuya Kuchiki, asked, "What's taking you so long, Miss Akari?" "I'm sorry, Captain Kuchiki," I said, "See you later, Shuhei." "Yeah, see you later," he said, holding my hand for another minute then walked away. I always want to spend my time in the barracks just to remain spending time with Shuhei because he's my forever love interest. Then Captain Kuchiki said, "You know, since you are part of my squad I am not going to be like Toshiro so you can do what ever you want, 3rd Seed Seat Itsuki Akari Kurosaki." That's right, Ichigo took me in as his sister, it has a nice ring to it, but I prefer Hitsugaya. I thanked him, "Thank you, Captain Kuchiki." "Don't mention it just relax for now," he said, "Renji is making sure that you don't have to do the heavy duties. But since you have a passion for fighting, expect some duties for dealing with Hollows in your office." "I see," I said. Then I went to the same meadow on where I found Shadow Phoenix and trained for Shikai and Bankai on my own, I almost went to work on more Fire spells when I heard Renji asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm practicing on more Fire spells after I learn new fire moves, I'm going to take out my Thunder Fox familiar and learn Thunder spells finally," I said to him.

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Tea for Two, part 2

Summary:

Never underestimate the capabilities of a guinea pig.

Or, what happens when Ichigo gets even.

Notes:

So, my brain refused to let the plot bunny go and now we have part two, from Ichigo's POV.

This bit qualifies for its E rating a little more than the last one, but it's still just a fun, cracky ride. Enjoy!

Kisuke’s ego was monumental.

Ichigo was certain that if it had a physical form it would be visible from space. He could just imagine the conversations on the space station. Oh look, there are the Pyramids at Giza, the Greenhouses of Almería, Urahara Kisuke’s ego…

The problem was that it wasn’t undeserved. The man was ridiculously capable, whether he was applying modern insights into resurrecting lost kidō or making curry, there was nothing he set his mind to that he didn’t have a better than average shot at making work. Then, add decades of training in the Onmitsukido and you had a hyper-vigilant, paranoid genius with a tendency towards manipulation and an almost preternatural ability to sense deception from others.

It was incredibly sexy when it wasn’t making him want to bash his head into a wall. Or bash Kisuke’s head into a wall.

Ichigo also knew that he, on the other hand, had a negative ability to lie, a terrible tendency to just steam-roll through the niceties of social situations, and a total—some would say suicidal—disregard for rules and regulations when he thought they were stupid, or wrong, or, Gods forbid, both. It was probably why Kisuke loved him.

Sometimes, though…. Sometimes he just wanted to take that competence and shove it down Kisuke’s ridiculously long, smooth, sexy, ahem… well… just make him choke on it.

Like now.

“Let me make sure I understand you.” He tried to keep his tone level. “You’re saying that the only way I could ever drug you was if you allowed it.”

Kisuke tilted his hat a little so Ichigo could see his eyes and grinned. “Exactly, Ichigo-kun. I knew there was something in the tea and went along with it. You’d never do anything permanently damaging, and it was only fair after you’ve been so…” the eyes crinkled around the edges a little and Ichigo frowned, “accommodating.”

“You make me sound like a kagema,” Ichigo groused. Accommodating. He’d show the old pervert accommodating.

“Don’t be like that, Ichigo-kun,” Kisuke was trying for soothing, but it just set his hackles up further. “You know how much I value your trust and willingness to…”

“To be your guinea pig?” Ichigo finished for him. Kisuke didn’t press the point.

The hat came back down a fraction. “Human testing is always the hardest part of biological experimentation.”

“I can imagine.” Ichigo could feel the flush on his cheekbones.

“Ichigo,” Kisuke leaned forward and put a hand out, “I only meant that after all my years of training it would be impossible for me not to notice if someone was attempting to drug me. I wasn’t saying that I didn’t trust you.”

Ichigo shrugged that off with a huff. “Oh, I know that. That’s not the point.”

Kisuke looked completely confused, now. It was oddly endearing.

“Then what has you so distressed?”

Ichigo threw an exasperated look at the stupidest genius he knew. “The fact that you truly believe I couldn’t do it.”

***

“Dinner was lovely, Ichigo-kun.”

Ichigo hid his satisfied smile with a little bow of thanks as he took the dishes to the sink to wash them.

“I especially liked the addition of valerian to the soup. It wasn’t enough to make the bonito bitter, but it was very relaxing.”

Fuck.

***

“I would never turn down a massage, Ichigo-kun, but next time could you skip the wolfsbane? I would much prefer to be able to feel your hands when they’re on me, rather than this numbness.”

Ichigo shook his hands, silently cursing the tingling in his fingers.

“Yeah,” he agreed sheepishly. “Definitely no more wolfsbane.”

“Whatever you say, Ichigo-kun,” Kisuke smiled slowly as he rolled over onto his back, sliding his hands up Ichigo’s thighs where he was straddled, and the heat of him between Ichigo’s legs awakened a deep desire beneath the pleasant relaxation left by the massage, “Luckily, my lips aren’t numb.”

Fuck.

***

The glass hovered an inch below Kisuke’s lips and then was lowered to the table with an audible click.

“Ichico-kun?”

“Yes, Kisuke?”

The blond tilted his head to one side a fraction. “Are you aware that the amount of tetradoxin in fugu required to kill a man is measured in micrograms?”

“Here,” Ichigo reached over and removed the glass, “let me get you a new drink.”

“Thank you.”

Fuck.

***

“Look, for the last time, I don’t have a drug problem.”

Isshin frowned and held the prescription pad even more tightly to his chest. “That is exactly what an addict would say.”

Ichigo scrubbed his hand through his hair. “It’s for Kisuke, not me. I need to knock him out. Again.”

Isshin’s eyebrows rose even higher. “You’re drugging your boyfriend? Is he mistreating you? Do we need to have an intervention? I told you he wasn’t to be trusted before you allowed him to sully your innocence, but you wouldn’t listen. I should call Karin and Yuzu, maybe the other Captains… we will save you from your perverted lover, my son. I swear!”

Ichigo groaned.

Fuck.

***

Six weeks.

He’d been trying to dose Kisuke for six weeks.

He’d researched more plants, drugs, and poisons in the past month than most med students do in their entire careers. Add to that trying to extrapolate how those substances would work on a gigai relative to how they worked on humans. It was insane.

Weirdly, he was having a blast.

“I think I understand the drugged tea experiments better now.”

Kisuke looked up from the notes he was working on and quirked a silent eyebrow. His hat had been lost earlier in a bout of athletic kissing, and his lips were still puffy and pink in a way that did strange things to Ichigo’s heartrate.

“I mean, I’m no mad scientist, but there is definitely something about setting up the experiment, having your expectations, and then watching how it all plays out. Even if it doesn’t turn out the way you want, it’s still quite… exciting.”

Something shifted behind Kisuke’s eyes and Ichigo could feel his heart kick up a pace. He knew that look.

“You may not have reached mad scientist status yet,” Kisuke’s voice was low and Ichigo had to focus to hear it, “but your attention to detail has been… admirable.”

Ichigo had been the center of Kisuke’s attention to detail on more than one occasion, and he wondered if the blond was enjoying it as much as he typically did.

“Hmmm,” he stretched forward and crawled into Kisuke’s lap, allowing himself to go back to those addictive pink lips, “I’ve always strived to be admirable.”

Kisuke’s hands wrapped around his waist and then slid lower.

Fuck.

***

He was covered in dust. It was the worst part of Hueco Mundo.

“How was your visit with Grimmjow-san?” Kisuke sauntered out of the storeroom, his eyes trailing over Ichigo’s destroyed shihakusho, hovering over the two still sluggishly bleeding cuts on his side where Grimmjow had landed a couple of lucky shots.

“Oh, he’s just great. Vicious as ever. He asked when you were going to come and let him fight with your crimson bitch again.”

Kisuke nodded once. “I promised that Benihime would slice him in two the next time they met. He was oddly pleased by that.”

Ichigo stretched and groaned. “Yup, sounds just like the big blue psycho. I swear, I can’t tell if he’s a sadist or a masochist.”

Kisuke smirked. “Why not both?”

Ichigo snorted. Kisuke would take the both option. Hell, he was the both option.

“I don’t want to admit that he might be that complex. It just makes the whole thing easier if I think he’s one or the other.”

Kisuke nodded again and reached out to help him shrug out of his kosode.

“Either way his first goal is to try to kill you,” he said, “so best not to waste mental processing space on the why of it.”

Ichigo hissed as the black material pulled away from his wounds, the fabric tugging a little where blood had dried and made it stick. “Careful Kisuke,” he said with a huff, “let Grimm do his own dirty work.”

The blond head lowered and Ichigo shivered a little at the light drag of lips across injured skin.

“Grimmjow-san can, indeed, do his own dirty work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it when you are so delightfully dirty.”

In the time they’d been together, Ichigo had learned at least one thing. Nothing got Kisuke worked up faster than seeing him either mid or just-post-battle. Something about the torn, worn, sweaty look of him after a fight pushed every one of the blond’s buttons.

“Kisuke,” he said, shoving the taller man away a little, “come on. I’m gross. Let me grab a shower and then you can take advantage of my weakened state all you want.”

Kisuke’s fingers dug a little deeper into the meat of his hips and Ichigo couldn’t help his stuttering inhalation. It was easy to forget how strong the other man actually was.

“Shower Kisuke. You can join me if you want.” Ichigo pried his hands away, and grinned up at him. “Maybe then you could make me another one of those curare teas if you still have some lying around. I wouldn’t mind the view.”

Kisuke’s eyebrows rose comically and Ichigo took the opportunity to dodge free, leaving the blond grinning behind him as he made for the bathroom.

Ichigo stripped the remains of his shihakusho away and climbed into the glass cubicle, only then reaching out to turn on the water. Kisuke was naked behind him before it even began to warm.

Hot lips latched onto the sensitive spot at the base of his neck, teeth worrying the skin until Ichigo knew he’d have a violently purple mark when he was done.

“I swear you have your own Hollow,” he said on a groan, “there’s no other way to explain your obsession with biting me.”

Kisuke huffed out a laugh that sent waves of goosebumps rippling along Ichigo’s back, “Don’t blame me because you’re delectable.”

“At least you don’t blame the whole strawberry thing,” Ichigo said arching into the biting kisses, not bothering to stifle a moan when Kisuke hit a particularly good spot.

“No,” the blond agreed, “your skin is many things, but ‘sweet and fruity’ wouldn’t be on my list of adjectives.”

There was a pause, and Ichigo smiled silently into the water falling in his face. Gotcha.

“Normally bitter wouldn’t be on that list either,” Kisuke’s delivery was as bland as plain rice, “but clearly something is different today.”

“It’s just the dirt, I told you I was gross,” Ichigo was so proud that he didn’t laugh, but it still wasn’t flying.

“No, I know what Hueco Mundo dirt tastes like, more’s the pity, and this is decidedly different.”

Ichigo turned in Kisuke’s arms and pressed their fronts together. “Maybe it’s my new soap?”

The taller man shook his head and smiled, “No, I got a mouthful of that this morning when I was...” the grin widened into a smirk, “No. This… this is decidedly new.”

Ichigo tilted his head back allowing the water to rinse the dust and dirt from his hair. “Hmmm. I can’t imagine what it could be. I mean, if Mr. I-could-never-be-drugged doesn’t know what it is.”

Kisuke let out a groan and dropped his head into the crook of Ichigo’s neck and shoulder. “Will you never let that go? I told you it was just because of my training…”

Ichigo snorted. “That wasn’t about training. That was about ego. Yours. The size of Mt. Fuji.”

Silver-gray eyes peeked out at him. “Just Mt. Fuji? You aren’t going to go for, say, Everest?”

Another snort. “See? Ego. Can’t even settle for your that being smaller than something else. Shall we continue this discussion or move straight on to the penis measuring?”

A water-slick hand shot out and grasped his cock and gave a tantalizingly slow pump. “I would have figured you’d have memorized that by now.”

It was true. Ichigo had everything about Kisuke’s cock memorized—size, weight, texture, taste—but this wasn’t the time to get side-tracked.

“Regardless of my knowledge of your junk,” Kisuke choked on a laugh and Ichigo couldn’t help but smile, “Before it becomes impossible, I would like you to admit that I have, in fact, successfully dosed you with something that you were unaware of, don’t recognize, and would have no way of combating.”

Kisuke sighed and leaned forward, pressing a light kiss on his lips. “So admitted. Now, are you going to tell me what I just licked off your shoulder, or am I just going to be your guinea pig for the evening?”

Ichigo reached down and trailed his fingers across Kisuke’s semi-hard length, reveling in the full-body shudder that accompanied the motion.

“I really wanted to figure out how to dose you with the hypersensitization stuff, but I figured that anything you’ve tested on me was out. You’d have familiarized yourself with all the information about it.”

Kisuke hummed in agreement. “That was a logical assumption.” He busied his hands soaping Ichigo’s back. “So that means this isn’t something we’ve, ah, investigated before?”

“No.” He turned to let Kisuke rinse him. Oh well, getting a mouthful into him was enough for his purposes. “Although, knowing you I’m surprised that you didn’t recognize it immediately. People call you an old pervert often enough.”

Gray eyes widened a fraction. “So, it’s that kind of evening I’m in for, hmmm?”

Ichigo nodded. “You’d have been in for that kind of night whether you discovered my trick or not. This way it’s just going to be a little more… interesting.”

Kisuke dropped his head and nibbled along the long tendon that stretched along his jawline. “Interesting. I can work with interesting.”

They didn’t speak for a few minutes, hands and mouths exploring each other under the falling water.

“Let’s move this into the bedroom before the warm water runs out,” Ichigo said, breaking up Kisuke’s lamprey imitation where he was attempting to leave “Kisuke was here” in love bites along Ichigo’s shoulder.

They tripped and dripped their way down the hall, drying each other haphazardly with towels in between breaks to kiss and touch and leave each other breathless, until they finally dropped onto the futon.

“So,” Kisuke said, his voice a little rough around the edges, “are you going to tell me what you used?”

Their hips were slotted together and Ichigo rocked his hips, rutting against Kisuke. A pool of wetness gathered on his stomach as his foreskin pulled back exposing his glans, the skin a shiny red, sensitive and oh so tempting, and the blond moaned at the feeling.

“I used what any young lover uses when he wants a good hard fucking from an older partner.” He leaned up and nipped at Kisuke’s earlobe. “Sildenafil.”

Kisuke reared back a stunned look on his face. “You dosed me with erectile dysfunction medication?”

Ichigo bucked his hips up again, sliding their cocks together once more, and answered a little breathlessly. “I did. Ryuuken thought it was hysterical. And remember, ah,” he tried to focus on the words, “an erection lasting more than four hours may require further intervention.”

Kisuke rolled them to where Ichigo was straddling him and dragged his hard-on through the cleft of his ass and along Ichigo’s sensitive entrance.

“If I have an erection for more than four hours,” he said, his voice full of promise, “I am not the one who is going to be needing assistance.”

“Fuck, Kisuke,” Ichigo couldn’t have stopped the words if he’d tried. He wanted so much. Screw the whole drugging contest. He just wanted Kisuke. “Please.”

Long fingers ripped open the bedside drawer with more haste than grace, and Kisuke grabbed the new jar of lubricant he’d placed there earlier. He slicked his fingers generously before returning to Ichigo’s ass, pushing slowly, inexorably, against the dark pucker there.

“Oh, I will,” he said, beginning the long, drawn-out process of taking Ichigo apart before the release of putting him back together again. “In about three and a half hours.”

Fuck.

#Bleach #UraIchi #Kurosaki Ichigo #Urahara Kisuke #smut and fluff #getting even #consensual tea drugging

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When they said you should marry your best friend, they didn't say to remember to inform your actual boyfriends that you are tying the knot. Or, Ronan and Blue get married for business reasons and it's eventually found out.

Based on this post, one of the many awesome Raven Cycle posts by @squash1

6 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 21:12:58 GMT

I should’ve posted this warning with the Bachelorette fic because that’s it in a nutshell. 😂🌹

Chapter 6 is now up. 😉

8 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 21:53:23 GMT

"i like being close to you, your warm." - bleach... Grimm and Ichi, if you want to ❤️

I DO want to! I hope this is okay! ;)

Thank you so much for the prompt!

This is set after the manga and is total fluff.

Tonight, he’d arrived, ready to accept the degradation and slip into something uncomfortable when Urahara greeted him with an even bigger, and therefore eviller, grin than usual.

“Ah Grimmjow, I have something very special for you. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Grimmjow sneered but allowed Urahara to flourish a gigai then shoo him into an unoccupied room to “step into it” as Urahara liked to say. It made Grimmjow want to gag.

But he obeyed grudgingly and let Urahara walk all the way around him, eyeing him closely.

“Very nice,” Urahara finally said approvingly. “Now, I want you to take it out for a spin. Take notes. Let me know what it can do.”

“What exactly are you talking about?”

Urahara opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted when a knock sounded on the inner door to the private rooms behind the shop. Then a familiar orange head poked around the door.

“Anybody home?” Kurosaki called out.

“Come in, come in,” Urahara welcomed. “You’re just in time to see our other esteemed guest.”

“You,” Kurosaki said flatly.

“Me,” Grimmjow affirmed with a toothy grin.

“Ichigo, I just asked Grimmjow to take this new gigai out and run it through its paces. I’m sure you could help with that.”

Kurosaki sighed. “I’m actually not in the mood to fight tonight. Your message said you needed me to make a delivery.”

“Like a really boring night,” Kurosaki said.

Grimmjow totally agreed but he shrugged and casually said, “You afraid you can’t keep up with me just walkin’ around town?”

Kurosaki snorted and immediately rose to the challenge—just like Grimmjow knew he would. “Let’s go then,” Kurosaki said, opening the door.

“Have a nice evening, boys. Try and be back by nine. Yoruichi is stopping by, and I know you both won’t want to miss her.”

“What are we going to do now?” Kurosaki asked.

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My mom passed away a few minutes before four this morning. Those of you who’ve known me for ages know she suffered a long and terrible battle with vascular dementia, and it’s over now. No more pain, no more hurt, no more suffering.

They called me from the nursing home Tuesday to say she was taking a turn for the worst. They let me and my aunt in to visit Wednesday, despite the Covid restrictions. Hospice began Thursday. They called me several times yesterday to tell me she was declining. And so she did.

I took care of her for seven years alone after my dad died, but I lost my *mom* years before that because the woman who raised me was changed and twisted by the horrible and hateful condition of dementia. It’s true that it takes your loved one away from you slowly, by inches, and breaks your heart over and over and over again as they lose everything about themselves until they’re just gone.

I just needed to get this off my chest. I’ve been reeling this week, up and down with every update that she might rally, but now I have a lot of arrangements to make and people to call. So my Halloween fics will not be finished…again, but I will be lurking around here because, frankly, I need some escapism right now.

If you have any good thoughts or prayers to share, I’ll thank you forever. And if you want to honor her memory, then please find someone you love and tell them you love them and enjoy time with them. If it’s safe in your area from Covid, please hug them. Life is so short, we need to fully appreciate those we love while we have them.

And I love each and every one of you. Thanks for putting up with me.

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When Blue is chosen as the reluctant Bachelorette, the show needs to quickly add a few contestants, just to fill out the first night's ceremony. Her new friends on the production staff are asked to help, but Ronan soon finds out he and Blue share similar taste in men.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m gay,” Ronan said.

“Well of course I know that,” Declan snapped back, “but you're here.”

“And I’m gay,” Ronan reminded him.

“You know, it might not be a bad idea,” Blue said slowly with a thoughtful look at Ronan. “It might be nice to have a friend, someone I know who isn’t out to get something from me. Like having a spy for my team in the camp. He can tell me who’s hot and who’s not.”

Ronan eyed Blue suspiciously. “I’m not going back into the closet for you. I never lie. Especially about my sexuality.”

“I’m not asking you to lie,” she said. “But I know for a fact you prevaricate. It’s not like they’re going to ask you point-blank on camera in the introduction videos ‘Are you gay? Do you only like men?’”

“Fine,” Ronan agreed as Noah let out a little cheer. “One night.”

Or, the ridiculous Bachelorette AU no one (especially me) wanted. A romcom all the way.

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