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aerialflight · 3 years ago

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Fic Rec (where i'm into too many fandoms rn and ships which is weird of me)

[Bleach] (been a while amiright?)

Oxytocin by Asuka Kureru (Askerian)

Ship: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Orihime

Complete trust and physical affection are great!

They're a bit less great when they were caused by weird hollow drugs.

They're even less great when the guy who was drugged up into loving the hell out of you is the same guy who tried to murder you a couple times a couple years ago.

(listen i just stumbled upon this and I have no regrets. i don't usually go for ships, let alone poly, but like, GOD, i love how everyone is characterized here, especially orihime and i just want to SCREAM OK? OK. the vibe i get from this fic reminds me of @murderlight (big fan) and if that doesn't say anything, i don't know what will.)

[Gintama] (i don't know how i spiralled into this fandom either, been literal years since i've even thought about this fandom, i have no regrets)

Grab Your Dreams With Your Fists While You Can Still Remember It by yatagarasu (leelhiette)

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

Toshirou should learn to look both ways before crossing the road.

(Or he learns more about the people around him and about himself.)

(amnesia fic, and i know it's a common trope but they did it BEAUTIFULLY here. love this so much. and it's post-canon.)

I feel you by arashian155 for machinecuisine

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

“I’m so done with this,” Gintoki muttered angrily. Zura sighed while Tatsuma laughed loudly. “Your soulmate’s getting roughed up again?” Gintoki groaned. “Worst timing ever! There was this one Amanto swinging his gigantic sword at me and I was just about to dodge it when, out of fucking nowhere, I feel something stabbing my shoulder! It threw me off and if it weren’t for that, I would have been perfectly healthy right now instead of getting nursed for this stupid wound!” he pointed at the ugly slash across his torso. “Fuck soulmates!”

A story about Sakata Gintoki's journey into embracing his soulbond, falling in love, and learning the cons of selflessness.

(THE SLOW BUILD-UP OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND THE PLOT FOLLOWS CANON AND I CAN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS STUPID FIC I'M SO STUPID FOR THIS STUPID SHIP FEIWNFOPA)

[One Piece] (of course)

Undone by pkmntrainer_alex

After the entire family almost dies at WCI, Judge Vinsmoke orders the removal of his sons' emotional modifications in a bid to save his own skin in future endeavors. He doesn't stop to consider the ramifications of his 21-year-old sons finally, suddenly, being able to feel their human emotions in full - and their newfound ability to judge both themselves and him by their past actions.

(the vinsmoke family dynamics and the brothers trying to deal with 21 years of pent up emotions? they're trying?? so freaking hard to be functional people and they realize just how freaking amazing sanji is and that HE wasn't the failure in this family??? god, i've reread this fic so many times like an addict please read and suffer the feels with me. this is the one fic where i'm trying to patiently wait for an update. i'm just happy that this exists.)

Song of the Swords by authenticaussie

Wado is tiny when she first appears before him; her tears are as silver as her hair and the moonlight, and they gleam from within with golden fire as they pour down her cheeks.

Zoro’s heart fairly stops in his chest for a very, very long moment.

(personified swords au! introspective and fascinating and a character study of zoro and his relationship with his swords! really liked this!)

where the rims have ridges by Civillain

Everything everyone does is in their own self-interest.

"I like your hat," she calls out quietly.

And the change is instantaneous. He stops where he stands, a hand on his head and his knees still bent to take another step, and turns to look over his shoulder.

There's a moment of silence where he says nothing, just peering at her with squinted eyes, before: "Thanks!" he beams.

His smile is wide and unchecked, so wide that it might make his cheeks ache. He doesn't have laugh lines, but the way he smiles makes her imagine that he's spent his whole life grinning like that, warmly and brightly, so sincere and upfront that the breath gets punched right out her lungs.

Sometimes, there are people close to exceptions. But not quite.

20 years apart, and two people that don't make any sense.

(god, such a good outside pov look on luffy! luffy is such an unreadable character lots of times and it's so hard to pin down his characterization but this fic got it so right! made me fall for luffy all over again and realize just how incredible he is, as both a not-hero figure and main character! definitely recommend!)

those things beyond us by Civillain

There's something different about Luffy on nights like this, nights where there's soft rain and half-moons, and when the streets are quiet; no cars or trucks, only midnight joggers or early risers taking walks to the beach.

(Where Luffy and his friends have a relationship Sabo doesn't think he'll ever be able to understand.)

(honestly, i just love all of this author's one piece works. its a modern au where the straw hats are reincarnated and find each other all in sabo's pov. it's beautiful and this is how i would picture how the straw hats would fit in a modern au. nakamaship is the best ship, no questions needed. so so good!)

Magic Paint by 8ball

Luffy sticks his hands out.

“Paint mine!”

Usopp watches the expressions on Sanji’s face. He likes watching the obvious emotions go through him like a slideshow, and it's somehow comforting that he can see the exact moment Sanji decides that going along with Luffy will be the easiest choice. So Usopp waits for Sanji to test his own nails, deem them dry enough, unscrew the tiny brush top again, and then he asks if Sanji will do his, too. And because Sanji already has the brush ready, and they’re both right there anyways, Usopp knows he’s going to get what he wants.

or the au that came from nowhere where Sanji paints his nails and everyone elses and thats really it

(*screams* the pureness, the fluff, the nakamaship!! fneiwoapfe!! the best, sweetest headcanon ever! had the biggest grin on my face the whole time i was reading this! please please read!!!)

[Percy Jackson & the Olympians]

Stealing Shells by the Seashore by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Ship: Sally Jackson/Posiedon

Sally's eyes flicked between Poseidon and then the sea below. He could feel the understanding click.

"Oh, absolutely not-"

"It isn't that high!"

"Poseidon, I am not jumping off of this cliff! I'm not doing it. I won't, you can't make me, it's very high, I am not going to-"

"If my brother sees you here, he's going to assume that you're carrying my child."

"Ridiculous. I have much higher standards."

"I also have higher standards, but he isn't going to listen to us," Poseidon reasoned. The wind blew a bit harder, and Poseidon felt the sea rise with his anxiety. "I would use my powers to hide you, but he'll sense I've used them. You'll be fine," he tried, and Sally gave something of a skeptical laugh.

"Not happening."

The lightning grew closer. For the love of-

"In that case… I'm sorry," he said. Sally tilted her head suspiciously.

"Why are you-" she began but was cut off by Poseidon shoving her off the cliff's edge. He could hear a scream. It started loud and high before getting smaller and smaller. Finally, a splash followed.

Sally and Poseidon spent one summer together… and most of it was them being on the run for a godly crime they didn't commit.

(THIS is the ONLY backstory i will ever accept regarding this ship for the REST OF MY LIFE. i binged this so freaking fast and i am in love with sally as much as posiedon is. percy jackson got his Everything from his mom you can't change my fucking mind. THIS FIC NEEDS MORE ATTENTION AND KUDOS! READ!!!)

Son of Sea Foam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

“She’ll never claim me,” he whispered. Silena shook her head, eyes wild as she looked around for anyone who could be watching.

“My mother doesn’t remember half of her children as it is,” she said with a note of bitterness. “If you do something to impress her, it won’t matter. Return the bolt in her name. She’ll claim you if you act the part. If you stay unclaimed then they'll figure out what you really are," she said, squeezing his hands tightly. Percy's heart sped up.

"I - I don't know the first thing about Aphrodite-"

"My mother was born of sea foam," Silena cut him off. "And if you're really who I think you are... you are the sea. You can pull this off," she said and touched his cheek. "Get the bolt. Survive," she said. Percy swallowed.

"What if I can't act the part?" He asked. Silena's expression went blank for a moment. Slowly, she slipped off her bracelet and placed it in his hands.

"If you're going to be one of us... you better learn."

AU where Percy has to hide the fact he's a Big Three kid otherwise he'll be killed on the spot. Unfortunately for him, unclaimed kids tend to raise the most suspicion... but he might have found a loophole in the form Aphrodite.

(one of my current obsessions rn. my eyes are constantly glued on the screen because i want to devour more of this galaxy brained fic. this author just keeps on giving and i love them for it. also, SILENA IS AMAZING AND SHE'S GETTING THE ATTENTION SHE DESERVES HELL YEAH!)

[Haikyuu!!]

He Waits For a Miracle by ich_bin_ein_stern

Ship: Hinata/Kageyama

A minute ago, he was on the ground after he and the others were tackled by their happily weeping senpai.

They had just beat Shiratorizawa.

And now - "Kageyama-kun? Are you paying attention?" - he's trying not to freak out because he's surrounded by distantly familiar faces while wearing a school uniform he hasn't worn in almost a year.

(TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL *screams*)

[The Witcher] (seriously, all my rare fandoms somehow popped up this month)

the way fire holds by theundiagnosable

Ship: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

“There’s a song there, somewhere, don’t you think?” Jaskier says. “‘A witcher, a sorcerer, and a human walk into a bar’…”

(ROLE REVERSAL FIC HECK YES!! Witcher!Yennefer, Mage!Jaskier, Human!Geralt is amazing omg. It all works out so damn well and the relationship between yennefer and jaskier makes me want to cry so much. Geralt is at peak himbo greatness and it's fantastic haha! Their dynamics are just *chefs kiss* so damn good.)

The Shape of You by lirulin

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Some people say it's old elven magic, a remnant from before the conjunction of the spheres. Other's will say it's the last fading vestiges of chaos as the modern era slowly drives all magic and wonder out of the world. Those people are, naturally, real killjoys whom Jaskier cannot envision loving anything, but that's fine. To each their own.

Soulmate Spiritual Animal AU

(you have no idea how much i laughed when reading this fic. no idea. jaskier makes me want to scream with how much of a himbo he is and geralt, for once, is not the complete idiot between these two though it's a close call, not gonna lie.)

to grow in adversity by Soulykins

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier, Renfri & Jaskier

“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree. Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.

Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”

“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.

“They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.

“They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”

“Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.

“Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.

Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.”

(this is THE fic that got me into the witcher fandom and i can't believe i never reced this before. renfri & jaskier's siblingship is so damn good and just, the amount of effort put into their backstory and relationship makes me want to cry sometimes. and yennefer, ohoho, yennefer is at her Best here, i love her in this fic and her relationship with these siblings! geralt both makes me want to punch him and hug him, which is the norm and totally understandable hahaha! seriously, one of the best witcher fics i've ever read, please please read!)

[Boku no Hero Academia]

Where your love has always been enough (for me) by classicequinox

Ship: Todorki Enji/Todorki Rei

It's a dark coil of anger deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was the root, the catalyst, the trigger for their family's downward spiral. It did happen - he reminds himself harshly. He can't forget that, even if time has actually reset itself.

Todoroki Enji gets a second chance. It's up to him to see what he can do with it.

(genuinely the most believable enji i've seen regarding how he deals with his past actions and trying to be better and rei being a complicated, good person who i can see matches well with enji. really well done characterization and slow building relationship that is believable to me. enji trying to change things in a meaningful, careful manner makes me want to root for him!)

Katsuki Bakugou Makes A Friend (And Also Almost Dies, But Whatever) by Sif (Rosae)

Katsuki Bakugou is eight years old, he has no idea how he got here, where he is, or who this other kid is with him, but that's not gonna stop him from being brave and tough, just like the hero he's gonna be when he's older!

The universe has other ideas, but Katsuki Bakugou is a child made of spite, hubris, determination, and way too much nitroglycerin, so the universe can take it's ideas and shove 'em. After all, nobody out-stubborns Katsuki. Nobody.

(KID BAKUGOU & KID SHIGARAKI FRIENDSHIP! BAKUGOU STOLE MY HEART! SO SMART, SUCH A HERO! I LAUGHED AND CRIED THROUGHOUT THIS FIC, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS! LITTLE SHIGARAKI MAKES A FRIEND AND IT'S TOO CUTE!!! so freaking adorable, oh lord. fneiwofpweafe)

Play The Field by lalazee for Banna_Banana

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it.

(look, i don't even know man. i stumbled upon this baseball au fic and the characterization is so top notch!! the backstories and feelings you get from this matches bakugou and deku's canon relationship perfectly and i flew past this so fast, god. please give this a chance, it's fantastic!)

[Marvel]

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst for Bean_reads_fanfic

Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.

However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.

Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.

Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.

(flash is fleshed out! flash is getting some Good Rep! flash doing his best and being grumpy but ultimately trying to help peter in what ways he could! flash being a complex character and making me love him all over again! flash! getting some actual freaking attention fewnifoapew! THANK YOU! seriously, if you're looking for an actual good flash fic that doesn't feel disingenuous, read this!)

people were mean to you, but I always thought you were cool by suzukiblu for beckyh2112

Fandoms: Avengers & X-men

“What are your feelings on the mutant threat?!” one of the reporters shouts, and Steve just looks at him.

“I think anyone threatening mutants should be stopped,” he says calmly, and the swarm of reporters explodes, a dozen camera flashes going off at once.

(not exaggerating when i say i've reread this fic so many times that it's honestly concerning. steve & cyclop's friendship here makes me so soft?? they're both leaders of their teams and steve not being what everyone expects of him is always a soft spot for me. will forever be addicted to this fic, please enjoy!)

#notmycap by missgoalie75

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.

(nonono, you don't understand. you don't understand how much i howled and screamed in public while reading this, oh my GOD. honestly the funniest shit i've read in a VERY long time, bucky is Perfect here. fucking drag that guy you beautiful cranky soul. X'D)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Bleach #Gintama #One Piece #Percy Jackson & the Olympians #Haikyuu!!#The Witcher #Boku no Hero Academia #Marvel #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #X-men

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love-the-purple-cat · 4 years ago

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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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ljungfrun · 5 years ago

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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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yokailovesugar · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Part 18

This is an Ulquihime fanfic I wrote. This is Part 18

Enjoy!

More chapters will be on the way for this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or it’s amazing characters that all belongs to Kubo Tite.

*I also do not own the Japanese historical figures that appear in this fanfic or actual Kyoto Sightseeing places* I don’t any of the artists, songs mentioned in this fanfic,

Ulquiorra Cifer and Orihime Inoue and other Bleach Characters © Kubo Tite

More Bleach Characters will be appearing as this story continues.

PART 18

LOCATION: Uzumasa eigamura (Toei Kyoto Studio Park)Kyoto, Japan

Orihime is using crutches.

[ORIHIME]

We have made it Ulquiorra-kun!

Ulquiorra glares at Orihime.

[ORIHIME]

I mean Ulquiorra, gomen bad habit!

[GRIMMJOW]

Ahh, quit being a sourpuss Cuatro. I should be the one pissed since you been keeping the Princess locked up in your room.

[ORIHIME]

I wasn’t locked up! And it was OUR room.

[GRIMMJOW]

What naughty things did you do to our flower Vice Commander?

Grimmjow puts his arm around Ulquiorra and Orihime.

[ULQUIORRA]

Need I remind you I outrank you, so remove that arm before you lose it.

Grimmjow’s blue eyes glare at Ulquiorra.

[GRIMMJOW]

I’m game if you are?

[ORIHIME]

NO FIGHTING!

[TIER]

Inoue is right this not the time nor the place for your shenanigans.

[GRIMMJOW]

WOAH WOAH! I AIN’T TAKING HEAT FOR THIS! IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT!

[MAN IN THE FOX MASK]

Everyone, it’s time to change.

[ULQUIORRA]

I thought this was a trip for two? In times like these, I wish I had my powers. I get rid of the blue-haired insect. Ulquiorra thinks to himself.

[ORIHIME]

I’ll see you later.

[ULQUIORRA]

Onna, where do you think you are going?

[ORIHIME]

Aren’t we changing into our costumes?

[ULQUIORRA]

………………………………………………………

[ORIHIME]

You promised and it’s Tanabata day.

Orihime smile turns into a frown.

[ULQUIORRA]

Understood.

Orihime smiles and hugs Ulquiorra

[ULQUIORRA]

Onna, you are going to fall!

Orihime giggles taking something out of Ulquiorra’s pocket and sticking it into hers.

[ORIHIME]

See you later Vice Commander.

Orihime walks off with her crutches.

[GRIMMJOW]

Hey, let’s get ready for Halloweenie!

Ulquiorra frowns.

[ULQUIORRA]

It’s Halloween and Today is July 7th it is Tanabata. Halloween is in October but Tokyo is the only place in Japan that celebrates that holiday but if you want to look like a fool in Kyoto be my guest.

[GRIMMJOW]

Damn no treats then and I was going to be an Espada for ole time sakes.

Ulquiorra frowns.

[GRIMMJOW]

Hey, How many months till Halloween though? Gotta plan my costume heh heh.

Ulquiorra walks off not answering Grimmjow.

[GRIMMJOW]

So Tokyo is where the Halloween party’s at hmm… OWW!

Grimmjow looks up and sees the man with the fox mask has hit him with a fan.

[GRIMMJOW]

Boss?

[MAN WITH MASK]

Grimmjow, we don’t have all day change into your costume or I’ll let Tier deal with you.

Tier cracks her knuckles.

[GRIMMJOW]

Damn, she reminds me more and more of the Commander it’s freaky. Grimmjow thinks to himself.

[GRIMMJOW]

Yes Sir.

Grimmjow leaves to change into his costume.

LOCATION: In a Dressing room.

Ulquiorra is tying his Shinsengumi forehead protector with the character of honor on it.

[ULQUIORRA]

I thought I never wear this uniform again.

Ulquiorra stares at his reflection in the mirror dressed in the Shinsengumi uniform he once wore.

Ulquiorra’s phone ringer goes off in his jean pocket.

[RINGTONE]

Baby Dracula.

[ULQUIORRA]

That’s not my ringtone.

Ulquiorra digs his phone out of his jean pocket.

Ulquiorra sees the caller ID on his phone screen is himself.

[ULQUIORRA]

Why am I calling myself?

Ulquiorra’s green eyes narrow.

[ULQUIORRA]

She switched our phones.

Ulquiorra frowns.

Ulquiorra thumb slides the answer button.

[ULQUIORRA]

Onna.

{ORIHIME]

Ulquiorra, how did you know it was me?

[ULQUIORRA]

Onna, why did you switch our phones and why didn’t you change that ringtone like I asked?

[ORIHIME]

I like that ringtone and anyway, that’s not important come outside. We’re all waiting.

[ULQUIORRA]

Fine.

Ulquiorra sighs and hangs up the phone.

Ulquiorra comes out dressed in his Shinsengumi uniform.

Grimmjow and Tier and the masked man are wearing Shinsengumi uniforms as well.

[GRIMMJOW]

Takes you back doesn’t it Hijikata ha ha.

[ULQUIORRA]

Yes, a time I wish to forget.

[ORIHIME]

Oh, don’t be like that Ulquiorra.

Orihime grabs Ulquiorra’s arms.

Ulquiorra sees Orihime is dressed in the Shinsengumi uniform.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes widen.

[ORIHIME]

Surprised? I love when you make that face ha ha ha.

Orihime laughs.

Ulquiorra frowns.

[ORIHIME]

See, we look like a couple dressed the same just like we did in the Espada.

Ulquiorra clicks his tongue.

[ULQUIORRA]

They were uniforms, Onna. Everyone was assigned a uniform. There was nothing romantic about it.

[ORIHIME]

Why do you have to crush my fantasies?

[ULQUIORRA]

Because it’s not reality. Why would lies comfort you?

[ORIHIME]

…………………………………………………………………..

[GRIMMJOW]

Hey Princess, you look good in those clothes.

[ORIHIME]

At least someone thinks I do.

Orihime holds tighter to her crutches.

Ulquiorra bites his lip.

[GRIMMJOW]

Yeah, had you been the Inoue of our group the Shinsengumi had been happy!

Orihime blushes.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes glare at Grimmjow.

[GRIMMJOW]

Who are you kidding Vice Commander? Had she been there you wouldn’t have been a Womanizing manwhore now would ya?

Grimmjow smiles at Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra swings his sword at Grimmjow.

Grimmjow catches his Ulquiorra’s blade with his own sword.

[GRIMMJOW]

What? I hurt your Pretty boy pride Hijikata.

[ULQUIORRA]

One.. more… word Harada and I swear I’ll make you remember the old times.

[BOY]

MOM, Look They are having a sword fight.

[BOY’S MOTHER]

Yes, very realistic.

A crowd gathers around.

People taking pictures with their smartphones.

[GRIMMJOW]

Hey, let’s give them a show.

Ulquiorra puts his sword away.

[GRIMMJOW]

What are you doing?

[ULQUIORRA]

Come, Onna.

Suddenly carriage Horse takes off and runs straight into the street where a child is running into.

[ORIHIME]

Soten Kisshun!

The Horse Carriage goes backward and the child with a broken body is unharmed and back with their parents.

Suddenly there is a turbulent wind.

Screaming is heard.

[VOICE 1]

Aww, so this is the power of the Hand of God?

[VOICE 2 ]

Mmmmm these souls were tasty ha ha ha ha ha.

Once the mist clears people are on the ground drained of their very life force.

Two men who look like Arrancar are revealed once the mist dissipates.

One man has large fangs and the other wearing glasses surround Orihime.

[ULQUIORRA]

So, they’re behind the mysterious homicides in Japan, Kurosaki was investigating. Ulquiorra thinks to himself.

[ORIHIME]

Ulquiorra, check for survivors.

Orihime takes a defensive pose.

[MAN WITH FANGS}

I, think Princess you should be worrying about yourself instead ha ha ha ha ha.

Orihime glares at the man.

The man with glasses sneaks up behind Orihime and holds the point of his sword up against Orihime’s throat.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes widen.

[MAN IN THE MASK]

So your the ones causing panic across Japan?

[MAN WITH GLASSES]

And you are Mask Man?

Tier gets in front of the masked man wearing the fox mask.

[TIER]

Why have you come here?

Grimmjow looks at the people on the ground who are now drained of their life force.

[GRIMMJOW]

Holy shit it’s like a graveyard here these people totally sucked dry.

[MAN WITH THE GLASSES]

My Master needs the hand of God, I don’t have time to play with you.

[ORIHIME]

ULQUIORRA GET EVERYONE OUT OF HERE!

[ULQUIORRA]

I refuse.

[ORIHIME]

Please save everyone, don’t worry about me!

[ULQUIORRA]

We just reunited and you expect us to separate again?

Orihime brown eyes are full of tears.

[MAN WITH GLASSES]

So, your Hijikata’s woman!

[ULQUIORRA]

Who are you?

Ulquiorra points his sword at the man with glasses.

[MAN]

Ahh, I’m hurt Hijikata you forgot me?

[ULQUIORRA]

I don’t remember insignificant trash like yourself now release Orihime!

The man with glasses glares pushing the sword harder against Orihime’s throat.

Orihime stands strong despite the sharpness of the blade.

Ulquiorra starts to move toward them.

[MAN WITH GLASSES]

If you don’t want her hurt I suggest you stay where you are.

[MAN IN THE MASK]

I’m afraid you didn’t answer our question, Sir who are you?

[MAN]

Does the name Chosu ring a bell?

[GRIMMJOW]

Chosu?!, Why the hell you bastards Arrancar ?!

[MAN]

Harada, I see you still don’t have brains.

[GRIMMJOW]

Yeah, but at least when I was Arrancar I didn’t look like shit like you!

[MAN]

We’re here on orders so our time here is limited.

[ULQUIORRA]

Whose orders?

[MAN]

The only man who your Commander humiliated.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes widen.

[MAN]

Are time is up here.

A pit of black shields the men holding Orihime.

[GRIMMJOW]

LET'S TAKE HIM OUT, CUATRO!

Ulquiorra pulls out his sword and runs straight for the men holding Orihime.

Ulquiorra leaps into the air and brings his sword down on the men.

Grimmjow pulls out his sword and runs swiftly aiming for the man with fangs.

Grimmjow hits the shield with his sword the shield repels his blade.

[GRIMMJOW]

FUCK! WHAT IS THIS THING?!

Grimmjow standing on top of the dark shield hits the shield again with his sword.

The black shield deflects Ulquiorra’s blade when he hits it.

Ulquiorra hits the shield again but only damages his sword.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes narrow.

[GRIMMJOW]

TIER ANY BRIGHT IDEAS?!

A vortex of darkness starts pulling Orihime toward it.

Grimmjow jumps down from the shield.

The Dark shield force throws Ulquiorra off of it.

[ORIHIME]

ULQUIORRAHHHH!

Orihime's hand reaches out for Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra runs quickly to reach Orihime.

Ulquiorra reaches out for her.

Both their hands reach out for each other.

The vortex of darkness force pulls Orihime and two men inside the black hole.

[ORIHIME]

ULQUIORRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[MAN WITH GLASSES]

It’s time to return to the past, Princess.

[MAN IN THE MASK]

The past?

Orihime disappears with the men into the vortex of darkness.

Ulquiorra is hand is left still reaching out.

Ulquiorra drops to his knees and slams his fist into the ground.

[ULQUIORRA]

If I only had my powers this could have been prevented!

The Masked Man rest his hand on Ulquiorra shoulder.

[MASKED MAN]

Don’t worry, We’ll get her back.

[ULQUIORRA, GRIMMJOW & TIER]

Boss?

[MASKED MAN]

I’ve got a plan but you all have got to trust me?

They all nod.

The Masked Man removes his fox mask.

Ulquiorra’s green eyes widen.

[GRIMMJOW]

HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE VICE COMMANDER YAMANAMI KEISUKE!

[KEISUKE]

Though in this world Harada I go by Urahara Keisuke.

[TIER]

Sir, was it wise to reveal your identity?

[KEISUKE]

Desperate time call for Desperate measures, Tier.

Keisuke puts on his striped hat.

[KEISUKE]

The curtain has been drawn now it’s time for us to take the stage again.

[GRIMMJOW]

Stage?

[KEISUKE]

The Past.

Keisuke snaps open his folding fan.

End of Part 18

To Be Continued in Part 19

#ulquihime #ulquihimefanfic #ulquiorra cifer and orihime inoue #ulquiorra schiffer and orihime inoue #ulquiorra and orihime #ulquihimeshinsengumi

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zephfair · 7 years ago

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Day 21 HS AU Grimmichi

Yes, I know I’m posting a couple days out of order. I do what I want.

Day 21: High School AU

This is a continuation of the Childhood Friends AU fic. It also ends with a very NSFW scene so I’m cutting that off here and posting it on AO3, if smut is your thing.

“Hey Berry,” a loud male voice called out. “You look sweet!”

Ichigo froze in the hallway of the high school, memories tumbling back and making his heart race with remembered anxiety.

That voice. It sounded nothing like a sixth-grader. It was low and rather nice and knowing, somehow.

But the tone, the teasing, the emphasis on stringing out the word Beeerryyyy for maximum embarrassment. That was all “Grimmjow?”

Ichigo whipped around and looked for the Grimmjow he remembered, the skinny, gangly sixth-grader who’d moved away years before.

He certainly didn’t remember the tall, broad-shouldered guy leaning against the wall and smirking down at him. This dude had baby blue hair slicked back and somehow managed to make the high school uniform look as dangerous as leather and studs. “Grimmjow?!” Ichigo asked again.

“Lookin’ good, Berry,” Grimmjow pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him.

There was a murmur among the students pushing through the hall, and Ichigo clearly heard Keigo asking, “What’s a Grimmjow?”

“What are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, staring up into the bright blue eyes he remembered although now they looked harder.

Grimmjow made a show of looking around him. “Well, it’s a high school, and I’m a senior so...”

“You transferred in?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the last letter in an obnoxious way Ichigo immediately hated. “I thought I might have some fun my last year in school.”

“I can’t believe it,” Ichigo blurted, still staring into Grimmjow’s eyes. “All these years, not a word. And now you just show up out of the blue and go right back to being a dick.”

“It’s a gift,” Grimmjow said and brushed his shoulder with his as he passed. “See you around, sweet Berry.”

Ichigo gnashed his teeth, but he let him have the final word. His friends were staring open-mouthed. “Was that really Grimmjow? From elementary school?” Orihime asked.

“Apparently.”

“He was your best friend. He’d go to your house every day to play with your cat.”

“Our cat,” Ichigo automatically corrected and then swore. “I can’t believe out of all the schools in the country he had to come back to ours.”

“He looks like trouble,” Keigo said in a voice that was both anxious and admiring. Ichigo had to admit he was right. But he knew that Grimmjow more than looked like trouble—he was the very definition of it.

“We’ll just stay away from him. This is our junior year, and we’re going to enjoy it,” Ichigo said firmly. “And we don’t need to get messed up with Grimmjow.”

Despite his warning, Ichigo was looking for the bright blue head at lunch. His friends often went up to the roof or found a shady place in the courtyard when the weather was good, but Ichigo kept an eye out to see if Grimmjow would seek him out.

Of course he was relieved when he didn’t, of course, but he slumped down beside Chad and felt vaguely disappointed anyway.

Then he had to walk right into the path of Grimmjow and some old acquaintances. Ulquiorra and Nnoitra had both gone to their elementary school, and although Orihime had apparently stayed civil with the quiet, short one, Ichigo had just blithely ignored their existence.

They along with Szayelaporro had a reputation around the high school for finding and using certain pharmaceuticals and other things to alleviate the stress of life.

Grimmjow looked the tough bruiser bouncer who would take care of business by busting heads and kicking ass.

Ichigo couldn’t help but notice the massive amount of muscle Grimmjow had put on in all the right places, and it made his stomach knot with a different kind of anxiety. Grimmjow was looking him up and down too.

But he didn’t say anything as they passed each other, just smirked down at him. Ichigo’s stomach did a flip.

It lasted until after school when he was roped into helping clean up the classroom by Uryu who apparently was already trying to score brownie points. “I heard that your old best friend transferred in for his senior year,” Uryu said.

Ichigo sighed. “Grimmjow’s back. But it’s not like we’re still friends. I haven’t seen him since we were kids.”

Uryu pushed up his glasses and gave Ichigo the superior look he wore when he was doling out life advice. “Just remember that. It appears he has already taken up with some of the less savory elements of our school.”

“Last week you called me a less savory element,” Ichigo reminded him but Uryu only sniffed.

“I was talking about your and Chad’s propensity for unnecessary violence.”

“You know that we never pick fights. But we do defend ourselves and our friends.”

Uryu waved it off. “I’m not saying that you don’t think you have justification for your actions, but I am warning you to watch yourself around Grimmjow. If he is as troubled as he was as a child and now he chooses the same bad crowd—”

“You don’t know anything about Grimmjow and his ‘troubles’ as a child,” Ichigo said stiffly. “So stuff it. And he’s only been here one day. Who cares if he’s catching up with his old friends? Give him some time to settle in and find new friends.”

“Oh yes, because I’m sure he’s a straight-A student and all the honors clubs will be fighting over him.”

“You can be such an asshole sometimes,” Ichigo told him and slammed the last few chairs back in a temper. “I’m leaving. Next time, pick one of your friends to help you clean.”

“Ichigo—” he ignored Uryu’s tired protest and stormed out of the room, shrugging on his jacket as he went.

Of course Grimmjow was waiting right outside the school gates and fell into step with him. “You not in any clubs either?”

“I’m in the shut-the-hell-up club mostly.”

Grimmjow barked a laugh. “Me too.”

They walked in silence for a while until Ichigo realized “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“You and your mom living in your old neighborhood?”

“My mom is living down south with her newest boyfriend,” Grimmjow shrugged. “I have an apartment in the building next to where I used to live.”

“No way. Huh.” Ichigo was dying to ask more questions, but if Grimmjow was anything like he used to be, he wouldn’t answer them anyway. “You wanna come over to my house?”

“You still in the same place? Your parents still together?”

“Yes and yes,” Ichigo sighed. “They’re just the same as always.”

“Your dad still do that weird thing with the straws up his nose when you go out for dinner?”

“Yes,” Ichigo groaned. “He still lives to embarrass us, but mostly it just humiliates my sisters now. Karin refuses to be seen in public with him.”

“Your sisters. I almost forgot about them. I guess they’re...bigger now.”

“Yeah. Yuzu’s a sweet kid. Karin’s kind of a pain in the ass, total smartass.”

“Guess she doesn’t take after her brother then.”

“Hey!” When Ichigo bumped Grimmjow he moved just about as far as he’d done when they were kids. “Dammit, you’re still bigger than me.”

“I’ll always be looking down on you, Berry,” Grimmjow smirked and bumped him back.

“Saw you with some of your old buddies today at lunch,” Ichigo couldn’t look at him while he tried a hand at being a responsible, maturing adult. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but they have a certain...reputation around the school.”

“Really.”

“Yeah. Everybody knows they cut school, drink, smoke, although,” Ichigo eyed the pack of cigarettes that Grimmjow had taken out of his backpack, “that might not be a problem for you.”

“Sounds like my kinda guys,” Grimmjow agreed, shaking out a cigarette before offering the pack to Ichigo who held up a hand.

“Just...be careful,” Ichigo tried again. “Some of the teachers and administrators are cool but a couple are real hardasses. I don’t want to see you get in trouble right away.”

“Such a sweet Berry,” Grimmjow teased, blowing his smoke away from Ichigo who pointedly fanned the air anyway.

“Just watch yourself.”

“Why don’t you keep a close eye on me instead?”

“You’re a big boy. Man up,” Ichigo said and indicated the turn to his house. “You coming in?”

Grimmjow stopped and took another drag of his cigarette. “Not today. Later.”

“See ya,” Ichigo waved and finished his walk, all the time aware of the heat of eyes on his back.

His mother looked up from the stove and smiled when he called out that he was home.

“You’re never going to believe who just transferred into our school,” he began.

*******

Grimmjow just happened to be outside the school fence smoking in the morning when Ichigo arrived, his old pals surrounding him. He waved a hand and Ichigo nodded in his direction.

Then a group of tough-looking thugs that Ichigo was all too familiar with swaggered in the other direction—straight for Ichigo. He really wished that Chad had been running late that morning too.

The leader of the group stopped right in Ichigo’s face. “We still owe you for that little incident down by the river.”

Ichigo made a show of rolling his eyes. “You mean the smackdown Chad and I handed to you and your friends for harassing those girls?”

“It wasn’t a smackdown. You cheated!”

Ichigo wiped the spittle off his cheek with disgust. “Yeah, two of us took on six of you and won fair and square. That’s pretty much the definition of a smackdown. Or would you prefer beat down? Or massacre?”

“You little prick, think you’re so smart.”

Ichigo grabbed his wrist and twisted right as his fist came towards Ichigo’s face. He kept twisting until the guy went to his knees. The guy’s friends rushed forward then practically squealed to a stop. Ichigo didn’t know why until he felt the heavy arm drape itself over his shoulders.

“What do you assholes think you’re doing?” Grimmjow asked the group.

“He’s beating on our boss. Again,” one finally spoke up.

“Again?” Grimmjow scoffed and kicked out, booting the leader right in the ribs. He howled but didn’t go down since Ichigo was still holding his arm. “Sounds like you pussies need a new boss. One who’s tougher and smarter. You should know better than to mess with him,” he jerked his head toward Ichigo. “Or me,” he grinned and it showed most of his teeth.

The gang was already backing up, and when Ichigo let go of the leader’s arm with a huff, he scurried backwards quickly.

“You haven’t heard the last of me, Kurosaki,” the leader spat out. “I don’t care whose cock you’re suck— oof” He shut up quickly when Grimmjow stepped forward and kicked him in the jaw.

Then he hunched down toward the groaning leader. “You’d better learn how to talk to your superiors or you’ve got a whole world of hurt coming.” He stood up and said to the gang, “Take him to the nurse and tell her how he fell on his face.”

He turned back to Ichigo and ignored them as they carried-dragged the moaning senior away. “They ruined my smoke.”

“You ruined that guy’s day,” Ichigo said.

“Ask me if I care.”

“I could have handled him. I’ve done it before.”

“I know. I hear you have quite the reputation now as a punk and a fighter, you and your big friend,” Grimmjow brushed past him and said low in his ear, “I can’t wait to try you.”

“Let’s go now,” Ichigo said, his blood still boiling from the encounter.

“Some things are worth waiting for, to do right,” Grimmjow said. “Did you learn anything from me? You were such a whiny, crying, mama’s boy. Can’t wait to see you in action.”

“After school,” Ichigo promised and Grimmjow smiled.

Only he wasn’t waiting outside or by the gate when Ichigo got there. Figuring he knew when he’d been blown off, Ichigo started home by himself.

Then Grimmjow stepped out of a convenience store right in front of him, holding two sodas in one hand and a bag in the other. He pressed one of the sodas into Ichigo’s chest. “Here.”

Ichigo looked at the can in amusement. “I haven’t drunk one of these in forever.”

“Me either.” Grimmjow cracked his open and drank then sputtered. “Did it always taste like shit?”

“Probably,” Ichigo tried his and coughed. “We obviously didn’t have good taste as kids.”

“Speak for yourself,” Grimmjow said and offered him the bag. It was full of candy and snacks.

Ichigo laughed. “If I told you that would ruin my dinner, would you laugh at me?”

“Definitely.”

But Ichigo pulled a chocolate bar from the bag anyway. “I thought we were going to rumble.”

“Plenty of time for that.”

They started walking as they made a dent in the bag of snacks. Ichigo realized they were headed in the direction of home so he offered again, “You wanna come to my house? I told my parents you were back, and they’re anxious to see you again.”

Grimmjow looked like he straightened his slouch for a moment. “I guess so. Only to say hi to your mom. She was cool.”

“I take after her.”

“She was the only cool one in your entire family.”

“Liar.”

“Your dad,” Grimmjow reminded him and Ichigo grimaced.

“You have a point there.”

When they got to Ichigo’s home, Ichigo watched Grimmjow steel himself before stepping inside. He needn’t have bothered because the house was controlled chaos, as usual. Yuzu and Karin zeroed in on them as soon as they entered.

“Ichigo, have you seen my cleats? They were here at the door this morning.”

“Ichigo, do you still have the report you did on Australia? I picked it for my research project too. Who’s your friend?”

“Is that candy? You gonna share?”

Then his mother stuck her head out of the kitchen. “Girls, let them get inside at least. And I hope that is not candy because dinner will be ready in an hour.” She walked towards them wiping her hands on a tea towel and smiled broadly. “Grimmjow! You grew up so handsome!”

She hugged him, and Ichigo was struck by how Grimmjow towered over her compared to the last hug they shared. His mother must have thought so too because she laughed and reached up to pat his head. “And you grew up so tall too!”

“You haven’t aged a day, Mrs. Kurosaki,” Grimmjow told her and she smiled smugly at her children.

“See kids, now that’s what we call good manners. This is why Grimmjow will get a special dessert tonight.”

At the general outcry, she laughed and pulled Grimmjow by the hand. “Come in and tell us where you’ve been all these years.”

Grimmjow actually looked flustered by all the attention and as much as Ichigo would have liked to see him suffer, he decided to take pity on him. “Actually, Mom, I think someone else wants to see Grimmjow.”

“Oh. Right. Well, don’t keep him all to yourself, Ichigo. And be ready for dinner.”

“Sure, Mom.” Ichigo led the way to his room and set his bookbag down on his desk. Grimmjow was looking around the room.

“It looks like I remember it,” he said.

Ichigo snorted. “Are you saying I have the taste of a fifth-grader?”

“Nah, it just looks like you.”

Ichigo glanced around at the posters on the walls and the general detritus of a teenage boy’s bedroom. “Messy?”

Grimmjow laughed and flopped down on the bed, making himself at home.

Ichigo leaned down beside the bed then looked beneath it. “I thought so. Will you come out? I have a surprise for you.”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Grimmjow rolled onto his side to watch Ichigo.

Ichigo sat up holding a very large cat. Its black ears were folded back and it gazed at him suspiciously. Much like he had years before, Ichigo dropped it on Grimmjow who let out an oof when the weight hit him in the stomach.

“Pantera?” Grimmjow wheezed. “He’s a fat fuck.”

Pantera gave him a withering look and moved onto the bed to begin grooming himself.

“He’s not fat. He’s fluffy,” Ichigo said.

“Why was he hiding under the bed?” Grimmjow held his fingers up to Pantera who turned his nose away and made a show of ignoring him as only a cat could.

“My sisters have whined for years about getting a kitten so my parents finally gave in. Pantera can’t stand Kon.”

Grimmjow had been carding his fingers through the long fur of Pantera’s tail, but when Ichigo said the hated name, Pantera flipped his tail out of reach and turned to pounce on Grimmjow’s hand.

“Son of a—” Grimmjow yelled when the claws came out.

“I think he remembers you,” Ichigo said dryly.

Grimmjow rolled over so he could bring both hands up to play-fight the cat. Pantera was on his back and trying valiantly to kill at least one of Grimmjow’s hands.

“Speak of the devil,” Ichigo said, looking at the doorway.

Grimmjow leaned his head up to see a half-grown ginger cat, fluffy as fuck, wearing a pink frilly collar around its neck sneak into the room.

Kon went straight to Ichigo sitting on the floor and curled up on his lap. He kneaded at Ichigo’s pants and purred.

“How cozy. He likes you,” Grimmjow told him.

“Yeah. But Pantera is still my best cat.” Ichigo looked with dismay at the kitten using him as a bed.

“I don’t think you get to choose,” Grimmjow said. Then he went back to playing with Pantera who had declared a truce with Grimmjow’s hands as long as they worked magic on all his favorite scratching spots. He even favored Grimmjow with a quick grooming of his wrist which Grimmjow solemnly thanked him for.

Ichigo dumped Kon off his lap and stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t trash my room while I’m gone.”

“I know you’re talking to that cat and not me.”

“I’ll trust Pantera to keep an eye on you.”

When Ichigo returned, it didn’t look like Pantera had listened either. Kon was up on the bed, fluffed to his maximum floof, doing the funny arch-backed strut around Grimmjow’s hands. Every few seconds, Grimmjow would quickly poke him and Kon would arch more and strut back the other way.

Pantera looked on from the pillow by Grimmjow’s head where he was sitting in loaf formation and rubbing against Grimmjow’s cheek which he occasionally licked.

“Quit seducing my cat,” Ichigo said.

“You jealous?” Grimmjow rolled over and blinked like a huge cat himself. “‘Cause I can seduce you instead.”

Ichigo blustered something but was saved when Kon, frustrated from losing Grimmjow’s attention, jumped right onto his face. Grimmjow’s shout was muffled but Pantera let out a scream and batted at Kon who only hunkered down more making Grimmjow shout again.

Ichigo burst out laughing and had to hold his sides. Grimmjow finally dislodged Kon by sitting up but that made him fall into Grimmjow’s lap which made Grimmjow swear until Kon got all his feet under him and ran, bouncing onto the floor and zooming past Ichigo to escape the room.

Pantera rubbed against Grimmjow and made concerned noises while Ichigo tried to stop laughing and breathe. Grimmjow was glaring at him which only made him laugh harder. “You’re an asshole,” Grimmjow told him.

“I wish I’d recorded that,” Ichigo had to wipe tears from his eyes.

“Now I remember why I hate you.”

His mother’s call echoed up the stairs, ��If you two boys are done rough-housing get your butts down here for dinner!”

Ichigo learned that one thing about Grimmjow hadn’t changed—he still ate like a horse. Only this time he was old enough to regularly compliment Mrs. Kurosaki’s cooking and grin at her when she pretended to be embarrassed.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he’s flirting with your wife right in front of you?” Ichigo stage-whispered to his father while his mother loaded Grimmjow’s plate again and giggled at one of his jokes.

“She’s a very attractive woman; it’s no surprise that other men lust over her.” Ichigo and Karin gagged at Isshin’s response.

“Oh, darling, you have nothing to worry about,” Masaki dropped a kiss on Isshin’s cheek which made all three of her children shudder. “I’m not in the market for a younger model. Yet.”

“Ah, my dearest, you tease me because you love me!” Isshin grabbed her face and lavished kisses all over it to the loud protests of her family. Grimmjow just sat and ate, looking very amused by the whole situation.

“I know I don’t have to remind you boys to do your homework,” Masaki said once they had helped clear the table. “But if you get done early, I have more cake as a reward.”

“Geez, Mom. Are you trying to make us fat?”

“Neither one of you have to worry about that. Now, quit distracting your sisters. I can’t believe the teachers give so much work this early in the year.”

Ichigo led the way back upstairs but he sat on the bed before Grimmjow could sprawl out again. Kon had disappeared but Pantera was still asleep on Ichigo’s pillow.

“Do you have any homework?”

Grimmjow shrugged then yawned, stretching his hands up almost to the ceiling. Ichigo saw a glimpse of skin as his shirt pulled free from his pants and when he turned, he saw a hint of ink. “Do you have a tattoo?”

Grimmjow looked surprised then involuntarily felt his back. “Yeah. You wanna see.”

Ichigo leaned forward and Grimmjow turned sideways and lifted his shirt. It was a stylized numeral 6 in crisp black ink. “What’s it mean?”

“It was my rank in the … in a club I was in.”

Ichigo pretended like he didn’t hear the slip up. “You got anymore?”

Grimmjow’s smirk was slow. “Yeah. But I don’t know if you’re ready to see it.”

Ichigo tried to give him a glare but he could feel his cheeks turning red. “I actually do have work to do so if you wanna stay, stop distracting me.”

“Sure thing,” Grimmjow strolled around the room while Ichigo went to his desk and began pulling out his books. Grimmjow found his shelf of manga and made himself comfortable on the bed again, sharing the pillow with Pantera.

He said suddenly, “Remember when we’d do our homework at your table and your dad would pretend he didn’t know how to do the math problems.”

“I don’t think it was a joke. He sucks at math,” Ichigo said dryly. “Mom does all the banking and accounting for the clinic. He stopped helping me in elementary school.”

Grimmjow laughed lowly. “They would always take me home at night. It’s like they didn’t trust me to walk alone.”

“It wasn’t that they didn’t trust you. They worried about you. A lot.”

“Crazy,” Grimmjow said.

Ichigo went to work and when he looked over the next time, Grimmjow was asleep, curled on his side, Pantera nestled against his chest purring gently.

Ichigo debated for only a second before snapping pictures of the scene. Then he reached over Pantera and shook Grimmjow awake. “It’s getting late. You want a ride home?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Grimmjow yawned widely, looking uncannily similar to Pantera when he did the same thing. “Thank your mom for dinner for me.”

“I will.” Ichigo trailed him back through the house as he recovered his backpack, jacket and finally his shoes at the door. “You’re welcome here any time, you know.”

Grimmjow looked at him sharply. “I’ll be sure not to wear out my welcome. But I wanted to ask you, the guys are throwing a party Saturday night to celebrate the new school year. You wanna come?”

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. “I’ve never gone to one of their parties because they can get a little...rowdy.”

“They’re the best kind,” Grimmjow grinned. “Come on, Ichigo. Meet me at Szayelaporro’s Friday night.”

“Okay, fine, one party.” Ichigo gave in just to see Grimmjow’s grin widen.

*******

As soon as Ichigo walked into the party, he knew he’d made a mistake. There was no masking the smoke and the smell, and no one was trying to hide the multitude of liquor bottles on every horizontal surface. It seemed like it was already in full-swing since even the people dancing to the loud music were moving slowly and bonelessly.

Ichigo saw Ulquiorra and made a path toward him. “Where’s Grimmjow?” he demanded.

Ulquiorra looked at him with eyes dilated wide. “He wills where he wants.”

“That’s nice, thanks a fucking lot for nothing.” Ichigo glared around the dimly lit apartment again. Still no sight of a tall blue-haired form that should have stood out. He pushed his way through the people down the hall. Grimmjow was crowded into a corner leaning over a girl.

Ichigo grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, suddenly even more furious. “Grimmjow, what the fuck!”

Grimmjow grinned at him and leaned so close that Ichigo could clearly see that his pupils were blown huge too. When he said Ichigo’s name, Ichigo could smell the overpowering odor of alcohol.

“Come on, Grimmjow. We’re getting out of here.” Ichigo dug in his heels preparing for a fight, but Grimmjow just slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him even closer.

“Wait, where are you going?” the girl pawed at Grimmjow’s chest, but he brushed off her hands without even looking.

“Come on,” Ichigo got him turned down the hallway and started forward. As long as he let Grimmjow hold onto him, he moved willingly through the crowd. Ichigo got another glimpse of Ulquiorra who still stood motionless in the kitchen watching them leave.

Once out of the apartment, Ichigo took a deep breath of fresh air and studied Grimmjow closer. He had definitely taken something, and drank something, and there were bright lipstick stains all over his face and neck.

“I’m taking you home,” he announced and Grimmjow leaned down to breath heavily into his ear.

“I can’t wait. Take me home.”

Ichigo shivered but at least Grimmjow was moving. Ichigo tried to ignore the hand sliding off his shoulder, down to his waist, to rest on his ass. He got Grimmjow to the right neighborhood and Grimmjow was able to stumble to the right apartment and even help him with the keys.

The tiny one-room apartment was a mess, but Ichigo pointed him at the futon and he went down in a rush. The only problem was he was still holding onto Ichigo who went down on top of him.

Grimmjow squirmed under him, and Ichigo held himself still until Grimmjow apparently had him arranged where he wanted: lying on top, his head cushioned on Grimmjow’s chest, Grimmjow’s legs to either side of his. It wasn’t remotely comfortable and worse, it was terribly intimate.

Ichigo started peeling himself off and ignored Grimmjow’s grumbles. “You are such a dumbass,” Ichigo told him when he could finally stand up.

Grimmjow just lounged on the mussed futon and grinned up at him. “Get back down here.”

“No,” Ichigo walked a few steps to the opposite wall and pulled out his phone. “Dad, yeah, it’s me. Hey, Grimmjow is all kinds of messed up from that party he was at. Yes, I know the recovery position. Yes, I’ll give him water. No, I didn’t take any shit, I was only there long enough to get him out. I might have to stay over to make sure he’s okay. Yeah, all right, thanks, Dad.”

Grimmjow was still grinning up at him. Ichigo nudged him with his foot but he easily evaded Grimmjow grabbing at him. “I’ll have to stay to make sure you don’t wake up dead.”

Grimmjow laughed and stretched. “Why don’t you come down here and keep me company?”

“Why don’t I make you some coffee? Or tea?” Ichigo went to the kitchenette and started rummaging. “Jeez, Grimmjow, how do you live like this? You got nothing here.”

“I don’t need much.”

Ichigo rooted in the fridge and found nothing but energy drinks. He finally emptied a bottle, rinsed it and filled it with water that he took back and offered Grimmjow. He sat up and drank thirstily.

“So do you do this kind of shit often?”

“Sometimes,” Grimmjow wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “At my last school I did whatever the hell I wanted to. Go party, bring home a girl, have fun for a night. My mom was never home so no one cared.”

“Then why’d you come back here?”

Grimmjow slumped back down to the futon. “Because no matter what I did, I couldn’t forget this fucking little kid who rescued a bunch of cats for me.”

“You damn softie,” Ichigo said and sat down on the floor beside the futon.

Grimmjow rolled so he could look at Ichigo. “It’s always been you.”

Then he lunged over and tried to catch Ichigo’s head. Ichigo pulled away and Grimmjow ended up halfway on top of him. He moved his head far enough to kiss Ichigo’s chin and tried for his mouth before Ichigo was able to get a hand on his face and another on his shoulder and push him away.

“What the hell was that for?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I moved back to town.”

Ichigo pulled away and got to his feet. “You need to sleep this off.”

“Stay with me,” Grimmjow reached up for him but Ichigo forced himself to back away and sit down on the opposite side of the room. He leaned against the wall and sighed.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning if you still feel this way.”

“It’s been six damn years, of course I still feel this way.”

Ichigo squeezed his eyes closed. “Grimm, just go to sleep.”

Grimmjow grumbled for a while and drank the rest of the water but he finally did fall asleep. Ichigo sat and watched him for a long while. Grimmjow was laying on his side and seemed to be breathing easily. Ichigo refilled the bottle with water and set it beside him. Then he pulled the crumpled sheet over him and left.

********

Ichigo didn’t get much sleep that night, replaying Grimmjow’s drunken conversation over and over. He wondered how much was the alcohol and drugs talking. And if Grimmjow would even remember the whole thing. Ichigo didn’t want to be the first one to bring it up, but he also didn’t want to leave Grimmjow miserable and alone.

The tossing and turning made him sleep in, and he grudgingly evaded his dad’s usual attempt at grievous bodily harm before finally getting out of bed.

He was poking listlessly at a late lunch when the doorbell rang. His mom answered it, and Ichigo heard her say, “Wow, you look terrible. Do you want something to eat?”

Grimmjow’s rough voice declined and then he appeared beside Ichigo. Masaki looked from one to the other before she said, “We’re getting ready to go to Karin’s soccer game. We won’t be home until after dinner, so if you want something, order pizza.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Ichigo yawned and she stuck her tongue out at him. Then she patted Grimmjow on the cheek and started rounding up the rest of the family.

Ichigo chewed methodically until he finished his meal. Grimmjow just sat beside him silently.

Masaki popped back into the kitchen. “I almost forgot again! I wanted to give this to you the other night. Grimmjow, this is for you.” She handed him a soft package wrapped in tissue paper.

Grimmjow slid his thumb under the tape and pulled the paper open. Then he stared. Ichigo looked over his shoulder and stared too.

It was the small, fuzzy blanket with the tiger on it that Grimmjow had given to the mother cat when he found her and her kittens.

For the first time since Grimmjow returned, Ichigo see could the lonely, scared little sixth-grader that made his life hell and then became his best friend in his expression as he slowly ran his hand over the blanket.

“I had to disinfect it I don’t know how many times to get the cat smell out,” Masaki was saying, “but I wanted to save it for you. It seemed special.”

“Yeah,” Grimmjow said roughly. “Thanks.”

“We’re leaving now. Have fun. And no smoking in the house, please.”

“See you later, Mom.”

Ichigo never took his eyes off Grimmjow who was still staring down at the blanket.

“You okay?” Ichigo finally asked when he got up to take his plate to the sink.

“I’m fine. You gonna lecture me about last night?”

“No, no lecture. It’s your life and you can do what you want with it.” Ichigo poured himself a glass of water. “I just think you’re being a dumbass.”

“Noted.”

Ichigo finally turned to face Grimmjow. “You wanna go up to my room?”

“Sure.”

Ichigo didn’t know what to say to him, didn’t know if he should even raise the issue. Grimmjow probably didn’t remember it anyway, so why bring it up?

“Hey, buddy, look who’s here,” Ichigo said to Pantera who sat on his bed and meowed a greeting. He jumped off and ran to Grimmjow, twining around his ankles. “He remembers you.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking of him either,” Grimmjow sat heavily on his bed then picked up Pantera and put him in his lap. “You two were all I could remember.”

Ichigo’s stomach clenched. “Yeah? What do you remember about last night?”

Grimmjow looked him right in the eyes. “Everything. You told me we’d talk about it later, if I still felt the same, and I do. I always have. Ever since you were just a snot-nosed little brat who cried over everything.”

“Geez, Grimmjow.” Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t wanna waste any more time,” Grimmjow said roughly. “I never told you I had a huge crush on you when we were kids. It’s why I was such an asshole to you. Only then you made me be your friend and then I had to leave and,” his voice trailed off as he looked down at Pantera. “Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wondering how you were and what you were doing. I got the crazy idea to move back here and find you before you went away to college.”

He looked back up at Ichigo fiercely. “As soon as I saw you, all those old feelings came back and I realized I still had a crush on you. Only now, you’re even better, and I had to go and ruin it last night.”

Ichigo couldn’t move, could only stare at him in shock. He tried to say something but wasn’t even sure how to begin. Finally he croaked, “You didn’t ruin anything last night.”

Grimmjow laughed bitterly. “You saw me at my worst. I can get like that sometimes, when things are too much to handle.”

“You’ve had a lot to handle in life,” Ichigo said. “I’m not into that. But it’s your choice.”

“Given a choice, I would pick you every fucking time.”

Ichigo couldn’t look away from the sincerity of Grimmjow’s eyes. He said slowly, “I thought about you too, after you left. I missed you so bad. Since you came back, I think about you all the time. Just not in the same way. I mean, I think about you in different ways now than when I was little.”

“What kind of ways?” Grimmjow’s voice deepened. “Sexy ways?”

Ichigo was sure that the hot blush creeping across his cheeks was answer enough but Grimmjow didn’t say anything. “Yeah,” Ichigo finally admitted.

“You ever have a boyfriend, Ichigo?” Grimmjow asked as he set Pantera on the bed and stood up.

“No,” Ichigo had to tip his head up to follow Grimmjow’s eyes when he stepped in close.

“You got one now.” Grimmjow cupped the side of his face in his long fingers and ran his thumb over Ichigo’s bottom lip. Then he followed it with his mouth.

Ichigo felt the warmth and firmness of his lips and instinctively leaned closer. His hands came up without any instruction and held on to Grimmjow’s upper arms. Grimmjow’s other hand went around his lower back and pulled him ever closer as Grimmjow’s tongue teased at the seam of his lips.

“Open your mouth, Ichigo,” he whispered, the words tickling Ichigo’s lips until he obeyed. The kiss deepened and Ichigo held on as they breathed in each other and Grimmjow thoroughly learned the shape of his lips.

“You okay with this?” Grimmjow asked, pulling back just far enough so that he could look at Ichigo’s face. Ichigo felt like he should have been embarrassed at how out of breath and panting he was, but all he could think was more, more, more.

He tipped his face up and kissed Grimmjow, moving a little too fast and pinching Grimmjow’s upper lip between their teeth. But when he would have pulled back, mortified, Grimmjow just growled and flicked his tongue out, delving into Ichigo’s mouth and teasing his own tongue into playing.

Ichigo finally understood what all the fuss was about kissing as he followed Grimmjow’s lead and soon caught on to the rhythm and movement he seemed to like. Just when he’d chanced to suck on Grimmjow’s tongue, Grimmjow moaned and pulled back.

“Sorry,” Ichigo said but Grimmjow just rested his forehead against Ichigo’s for a moment.

“What’re you sorry about?” he panted.

“I thought I did something wrong.”

Grimmjow huffed out a laugh and kissed Ichigo’s forehead. “You’re doing everything right,” he assured. “I just don’t wanna take this any further than you want it to go.”

“I want you,” Ichigo said, and until he said it out loud, he didn’t realize how incredibly true it was. He finally admitted to himself that he wanted Grimmjow in every way, not just as friends or buddies.

He ran his hands from Grimmjow’s arms slowly across his chest and then down. He felt Grimmjow suck in a breath and the hard muscles under his curious hands tightened even more. Then he moved them around Grimmjow’s lower back and up, pulling Grimmjow closer.

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow moaned and nuzzled into his ear, kissing his way down his neck. Ichigo tilted his head so he could have better access. He felt Grimmjow’s hand move slowly up his back, taking the hem of his T-shirt with it. Grimmjow asked, “Can I?”

Ichigo nodded and Grimmjow stepped back long enough to peel Ichigo’s shirt off with a little help. Then he fell on his collarbones with kisses and nips that made Ichigo squeal an embarrassing noise. Grimmjow chuckled as he bit gently into the strong muscle at the top of Ichigo’s shoulders and that made Ichigo moan. One of his questing hands came up to Ichigo’s chest, smoothing over his pec and finding his nipple. The unexpected thrill that thumbing over it caused Ichigo to buck his hips involuntarily.

“You’re so responsive,” Grimmjow whispered into his ear then licked the whorl of it. “You get me so hard.”

“Me too,” Ichigo said, even though he knew there was no way Grimmjow could have missed the hard bulge that was rubbing against his hip bone.

“Can I go down on you?” Grimmjow asked him, still whispering as though the intimacy would offend the quiet stillness of Ichigo’s room.

***For the rest of this NSFW scene, go here to AO3.

#my fic #my 30 days #bleach fic #grimmichi #PWP

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sorisanam · 8 years ago

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Ichigo and ‘Protect’ is Not Special to Orihime. Ichigo Was not in ‘Debt’ to Rukia.

Ichigo felt the need to save Rukia -get hurt and die trying- because of what she did, not for who she is.

That’s fine. Do you see that as significant differentiation? Do you feel that had Rukia not risked her life for Ichigo, he would not have had significant emotional attachment/affection to her? Understandable.

False, but nonetheless, situationally understandable.

IchiHime and RenRuki fans are quick -’bitch, I got you!’ quick- when they think in this way.

Let me remind you that actions matter. ‘Doing,’ ‘done,’ ‘did’ matters. People are confusing action with the concept of ‘what he/she did [at a certain point in time] created a relationship of ‘debt and further association’.’

Debt was never a true concept in Ichigo’s mind. He didn’t think of Rukia as a subpoena or someone he should pay back. He grew to love her and her presence very quickly.

‘Debt.’ Ha! With such an arbitrary nonsense approach to literature, what’s stopping me from saying Orihime would always have no more than a ‘his face is cute and funny’ schoolgirl crush if Ichigo hadn’t saved her life?

If you’re going to mishandle Occam’s Razor, nothing has meaning anymore. Every story turns into a blueprint that’s gone through too long a game of telephone.

But let’s not just use common sense, the tiniest bit of brain power, and the theory that the people vaguely understand the manga. No, let me not overestimate people, let me instead wave something shiny and spoon-feed this elementary concept to certain groups.

It’s impossible and stupid to say these women are given the same type of love and affection, but the theory of ‘not who they are, but what they did’ is a directly comparable point.

(By the by, wasting breath and spitting crap into the atmosphere is going to get some shippers a lung infection. I suggest a prescription of stopping the ridiculous notion that Ichigo and Rukia have a mother-son relationship).

(And just so we cover fandom-promoted make-believe bases: Ichigo’s teacher? Urahara Kisuke. (X) (X). You don’t get to use the mentor-student angle either).

“I want to protect mom. Mom, who always protects me.”

Ichigo wants to protect mom because of her protection of him. …Debt? No! Ichigo is the “speaking is not communication” guy remember? Learn the life-skill of identifying words from action (,thought, and feelings).

When Ichigo first felt the call to protect, he didn’t have the mental capacity or life experience to differentiate person from action. Does it mean his love is confounded or out of debt?

Negative. He loves his mother, she is his number one.

Fast forward, enter Rukia. Rukia; someone he does have the capacity and experience to realize person from action.

‘Debt’ is not debt. It’s an excuse, one not original or solely pertaining to Ichigo.

Some things should be known as truth without my needing to speak on it’s behalf, but I guess I’ll have to do it anyway.

Sado says, ‘I’m not close enough to Rukia to want to risk my life for her. But Ichigo is, Ichigo wants to, so I will.” (X).

Uryu says, “Ichigo wants to rescue her by himself. He’d probably be pissed if anyone else does it for him…I should do it myself! *cue gleeful cackle*” (X).

Renji asks, “Why do you want to save Rukia so bad?” (X).

Ichigo says, “I remember now, why I wanted to save you so much.” (X).

Evidence, allegories, and still, I can see where the difference in perspective plays in.

‘Protect’ seems to be the key word and this moment:

–is upper-echelon evidence to those hateful of IchiRuki. It’s what Rukia did vs. Orihime as a person. It’s debt vs. desire. It’s platonic vs. romantic.

Fine, fine. ‘Protect.’

But again.

He want to protect his mom.

He wants to protect his mountain load.

Rukia doesn’t want his protection.

I came to protect you.

Tell me–is it the ‘vow’ aspect that’s so special? So telling? So defining? So breathtakingly romantic?

Okay. I’ll bite.

…Sado got a vow from Ichigo as well. The brothers fight for each other. They have each-others backs, one constant source of protection always. Sado wants to protect Ichigo same as -likely more than- Orihime ever wanted to. Sado fights only for Ichigo and for what Ichigo fights for. Orihime has no such solidarity of purpose (never forget her powers were unleashed and acted upon for the interest of Tatsuki’s well-being). (X).

Okay, but who else wanted to protect Ichigo as much as Orihime has? The next layer of the ‘bitch, I got you!’ contingency plan.

(And, by the way you can’t say something and say the opposite thing at the same time.’Rukia isn’t important because Ichigo only cares for what she did. But also, Orihime is important because look at what she tries to do for him).

Well…

Ishida Uryu went to kill himself to protect Ichigo’s life three times.Once for his life. Once for his humanity. Once trying to get him home from the war. (X) (X) (X).

Yasutora Sado aligned his will to fight to Ichigo’s. Sado all but died twice and would have laid his life down a million times over. Once in Soul Society against Shunsui Kyoraku. Once in Hueco Mundo against Gantenbainne Mosqueda.

Renji vowed to carry Ichigo on his back if Ichigo ever fell too low to climb back up. He also swore he would remain by Ichigo’s side, as his friend, even in health, until Ichigo’s last breath. He already fights by Ichigo’s side no matter what, does anyone doubt it will continue this way till death (do they part)? (X) (X).

Nel, anybody? She truly loves Ichigo a lot. She gave herself to death with the mentality of a child and the maturity of an adult. (X) (X).

Mom, who always protects me. Who died protecting her only son. (X). (X).

Do I even mention Rukia? Do I mention Rukia saving his life and his family? Do I mention her putting her life on the line again for Karin and Sado to give Ichigo peace of mind? Do I mention Rukia pushing Ichigo out of Sora’s (Acid-wire at the time) way? Do I mention Rukia going to kill herself at Soul Society for his sake? Do I mention Rukia saving Ichigo from Grimmjow? Do I mention taking on Rudbornn in his stead? Do I mention Rukia throwing herself in front of Tsukishima?

Hopefully you’ve opened those links, recalled those memories, and discovered a common thread.

Ishida says “I’ll help you because if you die it’s all my fault. Today I saved a shinigami, can you forgive me master?”

Sado says “You do this for me and I do this for you.”

Renji says “I’ll carry you because you have brought me back to my friend.”

Nel says “I’ll pay you back.”

Ichigo says “I’ll protect the mother who always protects me.”

Ichigo says “I didn’t say I want to save her, I said I have to!”

Even Orihime has said “I wanted to protect you this time. It’s always your shoulders this lands on…. Why did I depend on you to save me again?”

Are you going to tell me she does it for the pure burden she feels she puts on Ichigo? If you’re going to be so stupid, do it in full, not just against Rukia.

Y’all realize that even Orihime -the only character who arguable doesn’t shield her emotions in an impenetrable fortress- doesn’t share her true emotions a lot. Her kind, “sensitive” nature is not to be mistaken for open feelings.

‘Debt’ is not debt. ‘Debt’ is an excuse. ‘Debt’ is ‘I’m fond of you, I love you, I want to protect you because you are you.’

‘Debt’ is not a special sentiment. ‘Protect’ is not a special vow. But you know where you can find the difference that makes it special? In the moments Ichigo fails to protect and how those moments resonate with him.

There’s an order and a clear distinction. There are moments that hurt Ichigo and there are Rukia and Masaki.

Every other moment of great pain is jumbled together, it’s a generality. It’s an instance of looking back at your life and feeling the things you’ve gone through in flashes. Ichigo has been through some kind of shit, folks.

All other memories are flashes…but we always get a pause at certain moments of Rukia and Masaki. It’s never deluded, never pushed into other moments, never understated.Those two moments are brought up again and again and again.

Yes, the kid has been through a lot; but Rukia and Masaki are next level, they are his complete scope of pain, his experiential definition.That’s where the rain, that’s where the significance of the rain comes from.

Look at the other moments -they suck, they make you miserable if you love Ichigo (and we all fucking do) - but there isn’t much rain.

And that’s not all.

There’s always a differentiation. Rukia, Orihime, Uryu….Rukia. Ichigo and Rukia. Rukia being taken away. The memory is not of Renji’s face, it’s not Byakuya’s face. To my recollection, there has never been a flashback of that moment where Byakuya or Renji, the opponents, were shown.

This is important to note because Ichigo was talking about battle. Battles that he remembered, battles that were personal because they involved people he cared/now cares about a great deal. He is so mad at Aizen because he knows those battles are Aizen’s fault. Naturally, Ichigo wouldn’t have had to endure that if it wasn’t for the prick with faux glasses.

The commonality of this page is that all is that the faces shown were faces of opponents (even in the first instance with Rukia’s bloody and bruised face, Shrieker was there).

The commonalty stays true until the last memory. Rukia isn’t an opponent, Ichigo isn’t an opponent. Ichigo didn’t remember himself in the other memories. But in the last one, it’s just Rukia and Ichigo. Opponents don’t matter, wounds don’t matter, the only thing that does matter is who he lost in that battle.

That’s pretty unique to Ichigo. We have so many flashbacks of opponents when he thinks about old battles/lessons/memories (even if the opponents are his friends at the present). Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Uryu, Aizen, etc.

Never in this moment are we shown Ichigo concerned with anything other than Rukia. That’s fucking rare. That’s a difference.

His two most painful, life altering memories are of his mother (don’t feel like I need to further expand there) and his Rukia. That tells me a lot about who the most important women in Ichigo’s life are. Have whatever interpretation you want, I’ll stick to the manga.

Wait, there’s more! Here’s the kicker! The kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck fantastic aspect of it all. They are the two pillars, these are the two moments, that lift him up the most. They are the only distinct reasons as to why Ichigo feels he can conquer the fear and pain Yhwach threatens him with.

You see the other moments are obviously sad but you can’t easily identify what the moments are. Rukia and Masaki? Yeah, everybody knows those two. You can’t devalue that.

Um, and you know the place certain shippers claim Ichigo doesn’t really belong to?

Can’t devalue that either. Those ugly Shinigami certainly seem to care for and love the boy. Please don’t misunderstand this. Ichigo has so much more love for him than Orihime. She is not the first, she is not the only one to ‘truly’ love Ichigo.

When you completely delegitimize a relationship to build another -when the mass majority of people with the same interests believe and defend the same- you are free for interpretation of mistruths without impunity.

But, falsely stated, not every interpretation or opinion is true or legitimate. Not in generality, not for debate’s sake. Facts, instances, situations, character traits, propriety or there lack of in the literary piece, etc. all factor in when you speak of something outside your own scope of likes and dislikes.

Here’s something lot’s of people seem to want to forget.

Ichigo was eager to get Rukia back.

He missed her smile.

They had a reunion and a moment at the end of ‘saving each other.’ Saving EACH OTHER.

There are two distinct images of Ichigo when he saves Rukia and later when he saves Orihime.

Only one of those moments does Ichigo looks back on with pride (one Rukia can remember with a smile). You see hero. You see protector. You see the man Ichigo likes to be.

Again, pretending there were latent feelings of protection in the hollow is made-up from a proven incorrect translation.

Read this, I don’t feel like explaining it again.

Ichigo wasn’t shown to be eager to get Orihime back, getting her back wasn’t his only goal, he didn’t have an all-consuming moment with her, his purpose of ‘rescue’ was confounded many times, and she wasn’t (their reunion wasn’t) the climax of her arc (I bring up the Hueco Mundo arc because that’s when IH shippers claim crush (for both) turns into love).

Kubo doesn’t full circle -> full development much (including Ichigo and Orihime), but that grace is always given to IchiRuki.

The only closure of the ‘IchiHime’ relationship belonged to only one person of the ship; Orihime. At the end, she finally got to fight with Ichigo; her own personal growth and personal achievement of goal (not a mutually shared desire).

Ichigo didn’t show care (not to say he didn’t care) for how Orihime might be doing emotionally. With Rukia, Ichigo said he’d make Byakuya cry on his knees apologizing for how he made Rukia feel, told Urahara he’d better apologize to Rukia (even if Ichigo knew she would have replied the same way he did), and told Byakuya to kindly shut his mouth and never say certain words in front of Rukia again.

What’s more, Rukia was shown to have done something for Ichigo that no one could do. She dried his rain.

It’s brought up again and again, by not only the IR fandom, but by Ichigo and Kubo, because that only moment is important as hell and belongs uniquely to only one relationship in the story.

Ichigo acknowledges, appreciates and values that aspect of his relationship to Rukia with a whole heart. That’s not a fandom making up crap and calling it ‘latent feelings.’ It’s present and obvious, acted upon and not assumed.

Ichigo and Rukia always do each other a positive. That’s your difference. And I’ve only mentioned 2 aspects of their relationship.

That “I will protect you next time” vow should have have been brought up many times (like Ichigo losing Rukia in the rain and failing to protect her like he wanted to) for the moment to have been specially romantic (like IH shippers claim) and top-tier significant. One hit, boom, a vow not only pertaining to Orihime, and then move on does not place her on a different or romantic level to Ichigo.

She’s precious, but she’s not the only one.

We were never given revelation nor suggestion that Orihime did anything unique (the sort of unique where you can’t give this thing/action/happening to any other character or relationship) to Ichigo. Of course, she’s Orihime and Ichigo doesn’t have and doesn’t want another Orihime. She. Is. Special.

But for so much talk about romance and uniqueness in relationship. For post after post preaching how those two feel such inflamed passion and share so many things only between themselves and how their little nuances align the planets…you’d think it would be at least a little true.

All that uniqueness and inflamed passion and understanding is present, but not with the ship IH fans would believe.

#Bleach #IchiRuki #Anti-IchiHime #kurosaki ichigo #kuchiki rukia #hopefully this post actually works out this time #it shows it posted from my queue yesterday (twice) but didn't show up in any search or in my dash

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despairforme · 5 years ago

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REPOST DON’T REBLOG! YOU WILL HAVE TO TAG YOUR MUSE’S PARTNER ( the one you will be answering questions about ) AND OTHERS TO KEEP THE GAME GOING

writing for: @grimmjxw . ♥

tagging: @grimmjxw , @kazeshinigami , @meishutori , @pure-patissiere , @waveringiridescence , @autumnswordsman .

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THEM

your partner’s full name: ❝ Jac... Jacqu... Jacques? Or somethin’ like that. I dunno. I just call him Grimmjow like I’ve always done. ❞

their family members: ❝ Grimmjow’s got a mom? ‘N a dad? His dad’s name ‘s... Ala... Somethin’. ‘N his sister ‘s dead. ❞

their best friend(s): ❝ ‘Daz me ‘fo ‘sho. ❞

their enemies: ❝ Our old gang. ❞

their favorite color: ❝ Ah, ‘daz easy - it’s blue. ❞

their favorite activity to do alone: ❝ Grimmjow likes goin’ ‘fer walks, ‘n spend time with his cats. ❞

their favorite movie/tv show/book: ❝ Dunno. Somethin’ with cats I guess? ❞

something they’re against: ❝ ... He’s against bein’ careful... ❞

if they could have a pet what would it be: ❝ He’s already got two cats! I bet he wants more though... ❞

who/what causes them most stress: ❝ Me. ❞

do they prefer looks or personality: ❝ I dunno? He likes me ‘n my looks are shit, but my personality ‘s also shit. ❞

YOUR VIEW OF YOUR PARTNER

what you like the most about them: ❝ Shit, hard ‘ta choose one thing. I like how he’s always trynna’ make ‘da situation seem better with his stupid jokes. ‘N how brave he is. ❞

what you like the least about them: ❝ I hate that he’s so careless. It stresses me out. ❞

best physical feature: ❝ His dimples when he smiles. ❞

best personality trait: ❝ That he’s brave, ‘fo ‘sho. ❞

what color you associate with them: ❝ Blue. He’s like ‘da sky. ❞

something they do normally that you love: ❝ I love it when he lays his head on my chest when he’s gonna sleep. ❞

the level of trust you have in them (in %): ❝ Depends on wha’ ya mean by trust. Do I trust him ‘ta do what’s best ‘fer himself? Fuck no. Do I trust him ‘ta do what he thinks ‘s best ‘fer me? Hell yeah. He’s a dumbass but I trust that he loves me one hundred percent. ❞

something you secretly dislike about them: ❝ I don’t think it’s no secret that I don’t like how careless he gets. Ain’t no secret that I don’t like it when he keeps shit from me. He also knows I don’t like it when he gives ‘da cats more attention than me. I guess--- I guess I don’t like that we’re close ‘ta ‘da same shoe-size. It sucks. ❞

something you pretend to like because of them: ❝ I don’t pretend ‘ta like nothin’. ❞

THE RELATIONSHIP

what (in your opinion) brought you two together: ❝ Fate? Grimmjow’s fucked up taste? Luck on my side? I dunno wha’ would’a happened if we didn’t get reunited. ‘S ‘da best thing that ever happened ‘ta me. ❞

traits you share: ❝ We’re both headstrong. We’re both protective ‘n stubborn. We both suck at communicatin’. We’re both reckless, even though Grimmjow wins ‘da title. We both care ‘bout our pride, ‘n we don’t like relyin’ on others. ❞

something you completely differ at: ❝ Our views on public affection. I don’t wanna do it, while Grimmjow’s fuckin’ obsessed. ❞

something you like doing together: ❝ I like just bein’ ‘ta’getha’. Just sittin’ or walkin’ or layin’. Don’t matter. I really wanna go hikin’ with him when spring comes though. ❞

are you living together: ❝ Yeah, been doin’ it ‘fer over two years. ❞

are you having sex: ❝ Yeah. ~ ❞

do you have kids: ❝ Fuck no! ❞

do you have any plans for the future: ❝ I don’t fuckin’ want kids ever. Dunno if Grimmjow wants ‘em, but we ain’t gettin’ none! ❞

SURPRISE YOUR WRITING PARTNER WITH A BRAND NEW HEADCANON ( doesn’t matter how small it is ): Nnoitra traces the scar on Grimmjow’s wrist a lot. If they’re holding hands on the couch, or while Grimmjow is sleeping. He likes watching it heal from day to day and remind himself that he’s going to make sure that Grimmjow doesn’t get ANY more scars.

#[ got tagged a few times to do this one so yay! ]#[ thank you to those who tagged me! ]#[ it was fun i love talking about the otp ]#ᵍʳᵃᶠᶠᶤᵗᶤ ;; dash games.#ᵇᵘʳᶰ 'ᵈᵃ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ;; verse.

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despairforme · 6 years ago

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[ What are Nnoitra's thoughts about God? Does he believe in one God or several? What is his opinion on religion? Does he feel it is a necessity or a hindrance to humanity? What, in his mind, does he think when he thinks of God? Does he believe God is dead? ]

This was not the first time someone had asked him about religion. Those who knew he was raised a christian were often surprised. No wonder. It wasn’t like he lead the sort of life he was raised into. Or maybe he was? Though there had been plenty of religion in his childhood years, there had also been OTHER things. Maybe those things were what had made him who he was today. No, Nnoitra reminded himself. He had always been like this. Even as a child. Even before anything could influence him - he had been bad. Like something had gone wrong when God made him. IF God made him. Nnoitra didn’t know if he believed in God or not. He WANTED to believe. The thought of someone being in control of everything, and that everything happened for a reason was very liberating. What he liked the most though, was the thought of Heaven and Hell. He liked to believe that, once his life was over, he was going to be punished for what he had done. He would get what he deserved. Right now, he was happy - which he knew he didn’t deserve. However, if he was going to suffer after he died, then he could freely enjoy his current happiness without feeling bad about it. Punishment would come soon enough.

Since he was raised a christian, that was the only GOD Nnoitra wanted to believe in. Mostly for the sake of his mother. He wanted her to be right about the afterlife - because that meant she had gone to heaven. She deserved that. Just like he deserved to go to Hell. The reason why it was hard for him to actually believe in God ( however much he wanted to ), was because nothing that happened in the world made sense. If God loved everybody, and if he was merciful - why the fuck did so much bad shit happen? Why had bad shit happened to Grimmjow? Was it because God thought he deserved to be punished? That didn’t fucking make sense. Nnoitra knew that believers who went through trials often thought it was God’s way of testing their faith. But, as far as he knew, Grimmjow had never had any faith to begin with, so what was the point of testing him? If God DID exist, then he sure as hell wasn’t kind and merciful.

Nnoitra could see the appeal of religion - he wanted to be a believer himself after all. In the darkest of times, Nnoitra did find some sort of comfort in praying. Sure, he rarely did it - but he had done it on a few occasions. Like when Grimmjow ODed. Praying had helped back then. At least for him. Did he think it was a hindrance or a necessity for humanity? These were big questions that he had never thought about. He wasn’t the sort of guy who would spend time thinking about the bigger picture. He had more than enough to deal with on his own. If he was going to give an answer, he would say that it was neither. Some people needed religion, others didn’t. Some hated it - some didn’t. Wasn’t it like that with everything? Nnoitra didn’t think there was a single thing on earth that everybody enjoyed. Well - maybe apart from ice cream, but whatever.

When he thought of God, he thought about his mother. She was the one who had wanted him to be religious. Nnoitra hadn’t enjoyed going to church or hearing her read from the bible. But - he HAD loved that she wanted him to go with her to church. And - he had loved that she wanted to read to him. Her trying to share her religion with him was the only connection they had had. It was the only time he had received any sort of attention from her. When she had said that they were going to church together, he had thought that she wanted to spend time with him. Even if said time was just spent sitting on an uncomfortable bench, listening to a priest. Those times had been important to him. He had felt important. So yeah - THIS was what Nnoitra thought about when he thought about God. He thought about his mom, and how he wanted to be closer to her. Even though she was dead. Maybe she was looking down on him from Heaven.

Was God dead? No. Either he existed or he didn’t. If there was a God, then he was a GOD, right? God couldn’t die. If he didn’t exist, then he couldn’t die either. Nnoitra wondered if maybe God would WANT to die. If he was real, then he had been around for a hell of a long time. Living forever sounded like the worst kind of torture. So, he wouldn’t be surprised if God wanted to die.

❝ Dunno if ya can call me a real christian, but ‘daz how I was raised. ❞ No - he definitely wasn’t a real christian. Since he didn’t live his life the way GOD wanted him to. Dating Grimmjow was one example. ❝ Dunno if I believe in God either, but if he’s real, he sure does some fucked up shit. ❞ Some REALLY fucked up shit. ❝ I don’t give a shit if religion is bad or good or whateva’. Some people believe in God, ‘n some don’t. That ain’t never gonna change. ❞ So why bother thinking about it? It had nothing to do with him. The next part of the answer did have something to do with him. What he thought of when he thought of God was a pretty personal question. ❝ When I think ‘a God I just think ‘bout my childhood. Ya know, goin’ ‘ta church ‘n shit like that. ❞ He wasn’t going to explain. It didn’t matter. ❝ Is God dead? I bet he wants ‘ta die. ❞

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@grimmjxw ( even if Grimmjow is only in this by mention, but it is for their verse so yeah ) ,, drabble.

As he made his way up the driveway to the house where his mother and step-father lived, he thought this felt surprisingly easy. Even if he supposed his mother was a stranger to him now, he wasn’t nervous about this. It would probably be awkward as hell, and maybe even a little sad, but none of that mattered. If there was even a tiny chance that she could help him out, then he would do anything to make that happen. It was simple math, really ( simple enough for even an idiot like Nnoitra to figure it out ) - if he didn’t do this, he wouldn't have done everything he could for Grimmjow. His boyfriend deserved someone who did THEIR BEST, and that was exactly what Nnoitra was trying to do. Really, he’d always had an inferiority complex with Grimmjow, feeling like he wasn’t good enough, so now that it really mattered, he was not going to do anything less than his FUCKING BEST.

The second he knocked on the door ( there was a bell there, but he overlooked it ), a punch of sudden anxiety hit him. He was assuming that even after all these years, none of his mother or his step-father’s habits had changed. He was assuming that HE was at work, while his mother had gotten home before him. He sure as hell wasn’t here to see him, so what was he going to do if it wasn’t his mother who opened the door? Hell, did they even live here? What if they had moved? Why the fuck hadn’t he thought about this?

Before he could leave or really do anything other than stand there with a worried expression on his face, the door was opened. The woman was none other than his mother. The anxiety faded to a light nervousness, but he still felt far more uncomfortable than he had anticipated.

❝ Mom. ❞ It had been so long since he’d spoken to her, and he had a hard time even looking at her right now. Still, he forced his gaze to stay on her. She looked a bit older since the last time he saw her. YEARS ago. There was a small hint of grey to a few hairs by her temples. Her expression was nothing short of SHOCK. Nnoitra couldn’t blame her. A part of him ( a very big part of him ) wanted her to hug him. Not surprisingly, that didn’t happen. She just remained in the doorway, staring at him like she was wondering whether or not he was real. Her eyes, Nnoitra noticed, rested on his eyepatch. For a moment, he wondered if she was just going to close the door in his face. That would be what he deserved, he supposed, since he really should’ve done better by her. Not that he really regretted how things had turned out between them, since it wasn’t HIS fault. But, neither did he blame her. It was all his step-father’s fault, and it she wasn’t to blame for loving him. Nnoitra also knew he hadn’t needed to cut off all ties with her after moving out of the house. Yeah, he’d been kicked out, in a way, but he could’ve still tried to get back in touch with her. Maybe... Called her on Christmas Eve or some shit like that. Yeah, there were a lot of things he could’ve done, rather than just fucking showing up on her doorsteps totally unannounced. But... Yeah - he was here now, and they would BOTH just have to deal with that.

Then, her arms stretched out. She was a lot smaller than him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t reach. And soon, he found himself in that embrace he’d wanted so badly.

❝ Nnoitra. ❞

She was holding him pretty tightly, like she thought he would disappear if she let go. Nnoitra got the feeling of having been missed, and now, guilt was starting to bloom within him. A thick swallow followed, and to try and fight off that growing bad feeling, he hugged her back. She smelled like spices from cooking, a faint perfume too, maybe, and just... His childhood. Nostalgia was the next thing to hit him, and then, he thought that he was really glad he came here, regardless of what the outcome of his visit would be.

How long did the hug last? He wasn’t sure. It was a while, definitely. When they let each other go again, she quickly wiped away tears. Ah... He’d made his mom cry. He knew it wasn’t the first time. A silence followed now. ❝ Please, come in. ❞ She was the one to break it, and she gestured for him to follow her into the house. He did as bid, and pulled off his worn out boots once inside. She was looking at him the entire time, and Nnoitra found that he didn’t mind. ❝ Would you like something to eat? ❞ Yeah, he’d noticed the smell of something freshly baked. ❝ I just baked a bread. Would you like a slice with some... Butter and jam, maybe? ❞ Nnoitra remembered he’d always enjoyed eating jam when he was a kid, having had a somewhat childish taste. Again, he swallowed, before nodding. Damn, he just... Didn’t know what to say. To realize that he couldn’t even say ‘ yeah, thanks ‘, to his own mother was a bit scary. However, she didn’t look put off by his silence at all. Strange, that even after all this time, she still knew him. She knew he could be a bit socially awkward.

He followed her to the kitchen, where the scent of that bread was even stronger, and yeah, now he was definitely hungry. He was served four large slices of bread, with a lot of jam. Whenever they ate this at home, Nnoitra would always use a thin layer of jam, to make the jar last longer. How different it was, to be back where he’d grown up. Speaking of ‘ different ‘, it didn’t look like much had changed. As far as he could see, the walls were still the same colours, and the pictures hanging on them hadn’t been switched out either. His mother still kept a ‘ to-do-list ‘ on the fridge. Oh, and once he’d taken a bite of the food, he could say that she was also still very good at making bread. She let him eat the entire first piece before she spoke, and Nnoitra was SO grateful for that. It gave him some time to pull himself the fuck together.

❝ How have you been? ❞ She asked. Nnoitra had figured out that she would ask him that, so he was somewhat prepared to answer.

❝ Good. ❞ What a BRILLIANT answer that was! He could’ve punched himself in the face... For fuck’s sake. If he wanted her money, he’d have to do a hell of a lot better than that. That made him a bit sad. To admit that the only reason why he had gone to see his own mother was to get her to give him some financial means. That guilt faded soon enough though, since he was reminded that this was all for Grimmjow. No feeling could compare to the prospects of LOSING him.

❝ I see. I’m glad. ❞ The conversation was turning a bit awkward now, wasn’t it? Nnoitra knew it was his fault, but he didn’t know how to fix it. ❝ What happened to your eye? ❞ Her voice was softer than he remembered, wasn’t it? He’d guessed she would inquire about his eye too ( people often did ). It was a good thing that she’d asked, since Nnoitra didn’t have a problem talking about it.

❝ Accident. ❞ GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. Why couldn’t he just talk to her? Nnoitra took another bite of the bread and chewed. The taste had died down in his mouth, and he just felt bad. He was thinking that if he’d stayed in contact with her, then everything would’ve been better for them both. He’d thought he didn’t blame himself for this, but now that he was here... He realized that he did. Great. One more thing for him to feel shitty about. A glance over at her told him that she was waiting for him to say something more. Yeah, she was pushing him just a bit. She knew he needed it. ❝ So it’s blind now. ❞ That was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? Otherwise he wouldn’t have been wearing the fucking eyepatch. He should try to say... Something more. ❝ It happened at a construction site. ‘Daz where I work. With construction. Ya know like... Buildin’ shit ‘n stuff. ❞ The longest sentence he’d managed so far, and the subject was so trivial. It was what strangers would talk about - work. He couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing.

❝ Oh, so you have a job? ❞ She was smiling now, and it didn’t sound like she was looking down on him.

❝ Yeah, they let me keep it, even after... ❞ He gestured towards his bad eye, and took another bite. The tension was lifting, and it was such a relief. He felt like it became easier to breathe.

❝ That’s good. ❞ She was still smiling, but slowly, the smile faded. Nnoitra didn’t understand why. A new silence fell between them. It looked like his mother wanted to say something, but didn’t know HOW to say it. It could be a million different things, and all Nnoitra could do was wait, while trying to look like he was open for questions or... Yeah, whatever it was she wanted to say to him. ❝ And you’re still...? ❞ There was so much hesitation in her voice. The question didn’t make ANY sense to Nnoitra. He was still what? His confused look must’ve given away that he didn’t understand her. ❝ You know... ❞ No, that was the problem - he didn’t know. Was he still that reckless teenager? Well, he was hardly a teen anymore, and since he spent all his time at work, it wasn’t like he had any opportunities to be ‘ reckless ‘ ( or even have fun ). He realized what she was getting at the same second she said it: ❝ With him? ❞

Nnoitra didn’t think he’d ever felt that disappointed in his life. There was pure accusation in her voice, and he realized what she’d been thinking all this time. She thought he had CHANGED. That he ( in her mind ) had ‘ come to his senses ‘, and left Grimmjow, and that that was the reason why he was here. For a fucking family reunion where she could be ‘ right ‘ about him choosing the wrong path. Nnoitra dropped the piece of bread he was holding right down on the plate. He was angry, and she’d be an idiot if she couldn’t tell.

❝ With GRIMMJOW, yeah, I am. Got a fuckin’ problem with that? ❞ Nnoitra had never been ‘ diplomatic ‘, and what little skills in that area he possessed, were completely lost when he was angry. That hoarse voice of his took on a spitefulness that he really should not be using against his own mother, but fuck it - he couldn’t help it. ❝ So ‘daz what’s been up these years, huh? That fuckin’ asshole has just been tellin’ ya all that shit ‘bout me livin’ in sin or whateva’? That I’mma go ‘ta hell? ‘S that why ya ain’t never tried ‘ta get in contact with me? ❞ His anger was easily fighting off whatever nervousness he’d been harboring prior to her ruining this whole ‘ reunion ‘. He hadn’t been raising his voice all that much, but still, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his pulse was hammering away in his ears. When she didn’t reply, he realized that he was right. She STILL believed all that crap. ❝ I don’t fuckin’ get it... ❞ CALM DOWN. Really, he needed to calm the fuck down. He tried to remember why he was here in the first place: Grimmjow. If he kept this up, he was going to ruin every chance he might have at getting some money for his boyfriend’s treatment. ❝ Is me bein’ happy with someone really such a bad thing? ❞

The silence that now followed was heavy. The only thing that could be heard was Nnoitra’s breathing. He wondered what her answer would be.

❝ Are you happy? ❞

The question hit him like a truck. Simply because it brought forth ALL his fears. The answer was: no. He was NEVER going to be happy when Grimmjow was suffering, and, right now, it looked like the only way his suffering was going to end was with his death, and there was no fucking way Nnoitra could ever feel anything GOOD ever again if he didn’t have his boyfriend by his side. Nnoitra was so scared of losing him, and when the fear managed to get this close to him, he almost felt dizzy.

❝ No... ❞ He whispered, fearing that his voice would crack if he chose to raise it. ❝ No, I ain’t. I can’t be, ‘cause Grimmjow’s sick. He’d dyin’. ‘N I... Can’t get ‘da money ‘fer his treatment in time ‘cause I’m fuckin’ useless ‘n--- I just love him SO FUCKIN’ MUCH--- ❞ There, a voice crack. ❝ ‘N if I can’t be with him I might as well fuckin’ die, ‘cause there ain’t nobody like him. I was so fuckin’ happy. Ya know? ‘Da sorta happy when ya wonder if it’s even real. ‘N now, I hardly even get ‘ta see him, ‘cause I work all ‘da hours my job will gimme, ‘ta try ‘n get ‘da money. ‘Cause I just... Wanna keep him with me ‘fer as long as possible. No matter what it takes I just can’t fuckin’ lose him! ❞ All of Nnoitra’s words just tumbled out of his mouth. He was not the sort of person who would pour his heart out to someone, but there was no stopping the flood of emotions that had managed to transform themselves into words. He needed to get them out or he might implode. ❝ So I fuckin’ came here like some piece ‘a shit ‘ta ask ya ‘fer money, even if I know I don’t deserve shit, but Grimmjow deserves it! He so fuckin’ does! He deserves so much better than ‘da shit life I give him. If I was better, I would’a had ha better job ‘n more money, ‘n he could’a already gotten his treatment, instead ‘a lyin’ sick in bed with only a kitten ‘fer company! I know I don’t deserve no help from ya, ‘n that it’s fuckin’ my fault that I didn’t even call ya ‘fer Christmas or nothin’ like tha’, but, please! ❞ Breathe, really, he had to stop to fucking breathe.

❝ Please help me! ❞ Nnoitra had never asked anyone for help in his life, but here he was, begging his mother, while looking right at her. He didn’t expect a ‘yes’. The world was not kind to him, and he had not been kind to his mom, so why should she lend him a hand now?

Then, suddenly, like he had skipped a scene, her arms were around him once more.

❝ I will. ❞ Nnoitra could hardly believe this. She was hugging him, and telling him... That there was hope? ❝ I’ll help you. ❞ He wanted to say something in return, but right now, all he could do was trying to remember how to breathe.

#grimmjxw #[ SUDDENLY FELT THE NEED TO DO THIS SCENE ]#[ because you know i m p o rt a nt ]#[ i was like.... why haven't nnoi asked his mother for help ]#[ and then i wondered whether or not she would actually help him ]#[ but honestly NOBODY CAN BE THAT HEARTLESS ]#[ HOW CAN ANYONE SAY NO TO NNOI WHEN HE GOES ALL OUT LIKE THAT ]#[ so yeah ]#[ have this... thing ]#[ i know grimmjow isn't really IN it but nnoi talks about him so i figured you'd wanna see that <5 ]#[ look how much he loves him I CA N T ]#━☽☾ / AU.09 - no more summer days.#;;drabble #━☽☾ storytime. (DRABBLES)#longpost.

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