“You bastard!” I yelled, taking another swing at his head. It’s blocked of course, and I still have a hard time understanding how he does it. It’s like he anticipates my every move.
He chuckles, his short fangs glinting against the false light of the underground training ring. “You know I like when you talk dirty to me, sugar.” His reply comes with that annoying smirk as he twists my arm around my back and hurls me through the air.
My back meets the stone of the false mountain with a loud crack, surly decimating the stone behind me from the force. As my body slides to the floor my hearing is slightly muffled but not enough to hear his next comment. “So sexy when you bleed.” Growling, my eyes narrow from under the veil of my pale hair that had spilled out sometime during our latest argument. “Fuck you. And don’t call me sugar!” Lurching forward I rounded on him and my target; the charm dangling from the navy sash at his hips.
“Too slow,” he whispers, his breath sweet from the spearmint gum he chews overtaking my senses as he purposefully blows in my face. His tactic works, leaving me muddled enough not to see the hands clamping down on the ankle that was aimed to strike him.
He is not gentle as he uses my own leverage against me and once again sends me flying. I crashed to the ground with a muffled cry, sliding to a stop on my side.
‘Why not let him have it, Mistress?’ Jun groans, getting more irritated with me by the second. ‘It’s not like you were that fond of it to begin with.’
‘That’s not the point!’ I bellow and he shrinks back from my anger and as always, I feel bad. ‘He should have asked first.’ I say in a calmer, quieter voice.
This is the way it was. Almost everyday for the past three weeks has been like this. It started when I began giving him demonology lessons. That in itself was becoming a chore as I found out pretty quickly that Grimmjow wasn’t a patient student and when he could understand something well, he got pissed.
It was during his fourth lesson that we came to blows after he nearly took down the wall in Kisuke’s study. It was just as much a mystery to me as it was to anyone else in the shop that day as to why I became so angry. I’ve never been known for having an exceeding amount of control over my temper, but I wasn’t the type to fucking spaz out of some cracked plaster. However, that day something snapped and I attacked. We took out two walls and the door to Kisuke’s bedroom before Yoruichi and Tessai could brake us apart and since then we have been banned for holding our studies in the shop.
From that day on things only got worse. Our fights while always brutal, were different from battles I had been in before. There was no real resolve behind them, as it was nothing more than restlessness that fueled our anger and it always left me feeling unsatisfied, anxious for more. Then a two weeks ago I noticed a beautiful charm, laced through the silk of his obi. I thought nothing of it at first, just an adornment to the already priceless material. That was, until I got a good look at it. I couldn’t tell you how he acquired it. Only Kisuke himself knew the combination of my fire-safe and while he was a pervert and a pain in the ass, he would never betray my trust in him that way. Nonetheless the jewel incrusted, silver charm was unmistakable.
Taking a step forward. “It couldn’t possibly…” I gasped in disbelief.
“Hey woman, you alright? You look like you just seen…”
Letting his words trail off I took another step forward, my breath growing more ragged with every step. The delicate features of the small charm came into focus, the beautiful topaz eyes of its face, boldly striking out against the white and black of it’s body. I wanted so badly to believe my eyes were playing tricks on me, though I should have known not to deny them for I knew it was mine from the moment I seen it dangling from his waist.
It wasn’t an expensive or priceless piece. Hell, it didn’t even mean anything to me symbolically. It was just a small trinket I had seen in my travels of China. I just had happened to see it glinting in the sunlight from its case in an outdoor market and couldn’t bare to leave the country without it.
“You bastard!” I finally snapped, my hand tightening into a tight fist as I approached him. “Where did you find that?” I barked wanting to hear the traitorous name from his lips. Only two people could have told him my combination and no matter which one of them it was, someone was getting neutered today.
Grimmjow only smirked in return, something he did often and pissed me off frequently. “Oh this?” He glanced down, flicking the dime size medallion with his finger and looking back up at me in mock innocence. “A little birdy dropped in my lap just the other day.”
It was a half truth. While I was positive that no one, and I mean no one dropped something so personal of mine into his greedy fingers, I was not so naïve to doubt the ‘little birdies’ help in him gaining it. That would be something I dealt with personally at a later time. Jun shrinking back in fear in the corner of the room only confirmed my suspicions just to who this ‘little birdy’ was.
“Give it back! You know damn well that it’s mine!” I hissed, charging straight for him with a finger poked at his sculpted chest.
His deep azure eyes leveled mine as I brought our faces nose to nose. In my anger I hadn’t even realized my greatest mistake. It was the first time I inhaled that sweet scent. That ridiculous gum that could always be found at the bottoms of everyone’s shoes.
As the tantalizing smell wafted through my brain the ground swayed. It was like a sensory overload and it made me wonder what else this man could do to me if I was so effected by something is menial as the fragrance of the gum he chewed. I scoffed at him, “You know?” I asked as he obnoxiously popped another bubble about the size of my face. “If you ruin one more pair of Yumi’s shoes, he’s going to use his shikai on you.”
As much as I hated to admit it, I loved toying with this man and it was fun to guess and gauge his reactions. Just like now, as I watched his face contort into the smug grin I knew was coming. “Yeah, so?” He asked with all confidence. Oh to pop his proverbial bubble. It was something I think I enjoyed a little too much.
“Ha!” I cried. “You don’t know do you?”
He said nothing as he crossed two toned arms across his equally toned chest and huffed. I took that as a no. “Yumi might not seem like much but it’s because he only fights with about fifty percent of his ability.”
His eyes widened comically as the realization hit him, those deep aquamarines stirring something in my blood, something I would never willing admit. He knew now, that all those days poking fun at Yumichika were not in his best interest. He swallowed thickly. “What’d you mean? Why?”
I giggled, a girlish sound. A sound that I vowed to God, Kami and Budda to never make again. “Just trust me when I say, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Tck.” He sneered, turning his face away. But I could already see the gears grinding in his head. He was trying to figure it out and I had no intentions to help him. It would all add up eventually. Grimmjow might not be a strategist, but he was far from stupid.
“So, gonna give me back my property?” I asked slowly, wondering what could be ticking through his brain as he approached me. ‘Is he really going to give it back?’
It was my turn to gulp as his nose pressed lightly against my cheek. That heavenly spice of ginger clouding an already fogged mind. He let out a harsh breath, blowing it purposefully into my face and I was a dazed mess. Practically a puddle on the floor before he chuckled. “I think I’ll hold on to it.” Then he was gone.
I blinked in confusion, not having the slightest clue as to what happened to me when he called from the ladder that would carry him upstairs. “You might wanna close your mouth, you don’t wanna catch flies.”
As I raised a hand to my scalding cheek I noticed he was right. My mouth was hanging open like some love struck fool. Snapping my mouth shut quickly, a low growl thundered in my chest as I became conscious to what just happened. His intention had been to distract me all along and it… worked. “BASTARD!”
~
A pale fist aimed directly at my face brought my attention back to the current war I was waging. Dropping in a split, his knuckles miss me by a hairsbreadth and I blew out a gust of air in relief. ‘Damn that was close.’
He growled lowly, the tone taking that of the large cat I knew him to be. It was nothing more than a cautionary warning for me to get my head back in the game but as I watched his eyes flash to a dangerous pale blue then red, I couldn’t shut off the part of my brain that thought his eyes were seductive, sexy.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, Grimmjow smirked. “You better get that pretty fuckin’ head of yours out of the clouds, woman.”
“Kiss my ass, fucker!” I snarled dodging another blow to my face. ‘This is my opening.’ I smiled to myself, hooking my arm through his creased elbowed and using my momentum in a shift kick to take his legs from under him.
Frustrated and sick of playing I bend down, securing my fist in his kosode and jerking him up from the floor. “Just give it back!”
His smile is so sure as he leans forward, his eyes glinting with the mischievousness I know is brewing inside of him. And just as I move to strike him in his smug face he disappears, appearing a moment later with the tables turned on me. It’s now me who is being suspended in the air by my robes. With a steady arm he lowers my face to his as he takes a long wiff of the air surrounding me. For a moment the world ceases to exist and there is nothing but him. ‘Is he going to kiss me?’ I wonder.
‘By Kami, I hope so. I’m so sick of watching you two dance around each other I may start hacking up reishi hairballs any moment.’ Jun grumbles and it takes every once of self control I have not to smile.
My eyes drift shut as his pale pink lips draw near and my face flushes. I wait with an impatience I’ve never known for those silky, hot lips to descend. But they never do. My eyes shoot open in surprise when something warm and wet touches the underside of my nose and I gasp. “Not a chance.”
I land on my ass with an ‘oomph’ as Grimmjow releases me and once again darts for the safety of the shop above. I can’t even get mad. Not yet, anyways. I’m still so shocked all I can do is sit in the dirt with my eyes wide. ‘He just licked me.’
‘Yes, he did.’ Jun replied, chuckling and purring in lust at the same time. I knew the fucker wanted nothing more than to poke fun at me, but as he was apart of me the bastard was to horny to do much beside lay there and lick himself.
‘I do not take part in such barbaric behavior.’ He grossed, turning his muzzle up like he was the fuckin’ Queen of Shiba.
‘Ha!’ I laughed mockingly. ‘You’re so full of shit. If you’re any part of me than I know you like getting yourself-”
‘Please stop!’ He begged, throwing his paws over his eyes like it might shield him from my vulgar tongue. ‘It’s one thing to know you’re a woman with a desires and quiet another to see those desires fulfilled. I don’t want to hear about what you do at night.’
‘Are you suggesting I take a lover instead?’ I asked with a shocked smile.
He chuckled, his eyes turning into playful slits. ‘Only if he has azure eyes and smells like ginger and spearmint.’
‘What?’ I nearly yell, rounding on him as if I might strike him dead with my glare alone. ‘That asshole? I would never in a million years! Not if he was the last cock on the earth! Not if he-”
‘Mistress?’
‘What?’ I barked watching his furred lips curl up.
‘You really haven’t noticed yet, have you?’ He asked, rising from his resting place and stalking towards me with purpose.
I looked at him dumbly for a minute, my mind racing to come up with an answer as to what he was referring to, but I was found lacking. ‘What?’
He chuckles all the more as he approaches. His wet nose brushing against the bare skin of my thighs. It cold and very unpleasant and… “Holy shit!” I screech, reaching down and jerking the material of my hakama back up my legs.
“My sashs?” I ask, looking to Jun for some kind of explanation, though I already knew the answer. He just nods his head in affirmation.
Not one, but two silk obi. One in the stunning silver, dotted with the beautiful slate and black spots of Takeo’s fur. The other the near perfect match of Grimmjow’s eyes, and ironically the color of the leather incasing the grip of my zanpakuto. I’d rather die than tell him that though.
I’m still staring at the ladder in with the were-cat himself disappeared as Jun laughs his ass off at my feet, practically rolling in the dirt in his amusement of the situation. The blood in my veins turns to acid and boils dangerously to the surface. My cheeks are surly turning red, I feel their molten heat from the inside out as my top finally blows.
With a whirling pulse of spiritual pressure, scorching white-hot in my fury, I roar. “GRIMMJOW!”
~
Yoruichi P.O.V.
My ears flick to and fro as I listen intently to the sounds filling the shop. It’s oddly quiet for this time of day and as I looked to Kisuke shielding his grin with that hideous fan, I can tell he is wondering the same thing.
“Is it just me or is it quieter than normal?” I ask, waiting for the familiar rumble of the ground beneath us.
Kisuke smirks then starts to fan himself furiously. “It might be quieter but the tension is running high down there.”
Narrowing my eyes at him I can’t help but think that he had planned this all somehow. I knew better than to ask, of course. I knew he would relinquish no such information until he was ready. “Don’t you think you should just tell them?” I ask. It has been a burning question in my mind for weeks now. All the signs are there as well as the delicious heat that raises even my hackles.
With innocent eyes he pouts. “Where would be the fun in that.” He says playfully, stroking that sweet spot behind my ears, the one he knows will get me to agree to nearly anything.
Ignoring the heat and longing growing in my belly, “Kisuke?” I growl, swatting at him leaving five distinct gashes across his calloused hand.
His face finally takes on that hardened look, telling me he was finally being serious. “Look, you know Mari-chan just as well as I do. Do you really think telling her would change anything?”
I sigh shaking my head, knowing he was dead on in his assumption. “She probably wouldn’t believe me if I tried to tell her.” he adds, picking at some unseen lint on his hat before plopping it back on his head.
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes I can’t help but think what idiots men are. Mari might be stubborn as an ox but she not dumb or naïve. She might not want to except her fate but I am far from believing that she would discredit it altogether.
Looking up I see a sad look in his gray eyes, a look I hated on him more than anything and I nudge his hand with my nose. “Pet me.” I command.
I want to bite him for his stupid remark but the pain in his eyes is so overpowering I was willing to do anything to see that look removed from his gentle face.
“Yoruichi?” He asked as my eyes drift shut. His magical hands expertly rubbing me down with a mastered grace.
“What is it?” I reply, playfully biting at his index finger.
He is silent for a long moment and I wonder what could possibly be so frightening to him that he cannot ask me out loud. “Will you-”
The ground under us shakes violent as the blueberry top of Grimmjow’s head comes whizzing past, chuckling as he slides out the open door.
Not a moment later the wooden planks of the floor tremble again, this time with enough velocity to nearly knock me from my perch on the table. “Gods,” I groan, leaning back to take in Kisuke’s amused face. “What’s he done this time?”
My blond lover levels me with a gaze full of mischief before he chuckles out his reply. “He was carrying two silk obi’s.” He says as if that would explain everything.
It takes me a moment, longer than I’d like to admit before the light bulb in my head flickers to life and my mouth drops open in shock. “She’s going to kill him!” I rasp out, just waiting for that stunning head of platinum and silver to go streaking out after our own blue-eyed devil.
It’s quiet for a moment, enough to hear a pin drop before a serge of spiritual pressure burst through the opening to the underground, causing the shop walls around us to quake and groan. “GRIMMJOW!”
She comes stomping into view a second later, red as a beat and fisting the cloth of her bottoms to her. “Grimmjow, where are you?” She yells strutting past us as if Kisuke and I were never there muttering to herself. “Fucking pervert. Gonna fuckin’ show him…
“Where are you, you hair-ball hacking, leg humping, gum chewing freak?”
“He’s gone.” Kisuke finally says, noting that I’m still much to shocked to talk.
Her eyes flashed red as she turned on heal to face us. “Where?”
Flicking his fan into place, hiding his smile from her view. “Don’ know.”
Scrubbing a hand over her sweaty face, Mari collapses to the floor in front of me. She pounds her head on the hardwood of the table several times before she looks up and sighs. “What the fuck is happening to me?”
I say nothing. I can’t. I promised.
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