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nice! esp since i got stuck like a mofo in the last two weeks.
Everything is bleach. everything.
POSTED
-Bloodsport chapter 1, Grimmjow/Ichigo psychic/scifi/military AU (5 061 words)
-not as brave as you were at the start, daemon AU, Kon-centric. (4 331 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Bloodsport chapter 2 (10 468 words) (motherfucker. i'mma end up having to cut it in two at this rate. FUCK ALRFEADY AAAAA.)
-Bloodsport deleted bits (663 words)
-psychic wolves chapter 5 (79 words) (laaaaaame.)
-daemon AU, grimmjow thing that idk where it's even going and may not keep. (1 608 words)
-Haunting Me Haunting You chapter 3 (388 words)
also posted: Haunting Me Haunting You chapters 1&2 (grimmjow/ichigo AU where soulmates haunt each other after they die)
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Frowning, Nelliel checked on Aizen with a quick glance, then walked up to Grimmjow's not-yet-a-kill to peer at him, horns canted dubiously to the side. "...Oh. Durable." Her face looked as unenthused about it as Grimmjow felt. "We might be able to use him as bait..."
"Won't work," Kurosaki rasped out, head still laying heavy in the dust. "Won't... come back."
Nelliel crouched down beside Grimmjow, a hand down between her hooves for balance as she leaned down to meet the Quincy's eyes. "Why not? You're very powerful. And the only time I see Quincies leave their men behind is when the whole squad is dead."
He snorted, quirked her a half-smile that didn't even look all that smirky, all that mocking -- that Grimmjow could have taken as the smile of someone hearing a good joke.
"Gemisch," was all he said. Grimmjow frowned.
"The fuck is that?"
Aizen walked up behind them, making sure to stand between Nelliel and Grimmjow. Grimmjow kinda thought Kurosaki was entirely able to ignore the two of them and their no doubt immediate counterattack to spear him up right through the gap. If he was gonna die here, the guy seemed the type to make sure he was gonna finish the mission first.
"What did he say?"
"Gemisch," Nelliel repeated, frowning thoughtfully. "Isn't that a caste, or something? Low-caste?"
Grimmjow's ears flattened on instinct, even before he could fully register the new, intense expression on Aizen's face.
"It means half-blood. Our new friend here is a hybrid. How far up your family tree?" he asked, smiling genially.
Kurosaki's jaw tightened.
"It stops counting after four generations, doesn't it? So... Great-grandparent? Grandparent?" Stubborn silence. Aizen's smile widened. "A parent? At this level of power? Well."
"Why does it matter?" Luppi asked, scowling as he moved to Kurosaki's other side. He'd had to reabsorb a few tentacles already and looked strained maintaining the four he had left. Nnoitra was mostly out of resurrección and so was everybody else but the three of them, but Nnoitra kind of spend his life with one toe in resurrección anyway.
"Oh, there's a reason they're so obsessed with blood purity. Quincy genes are mostly recessive, and baseline humans are psychic nulls. A crossbreed will always be weaker than their Quincy parent. So either this young man is a bastard child of the imperial line itself, or..."
... Or.
Yeah, if the Emperor of all Pure Prisses had sired a half-breed, it would have been smothered in its cradle before the scandal could topple their whole government, not sent off to play with a heir candidate. The whole squad would have firebombed themselves rather than leave Kurosaki and his incriminating genes in enemy hands.
Grimmjow felt a little odd about that, no lie.
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Fuck, he's off his game. He can tell, Nakeem can definitely tell, and when Dordoni closes in he only frowns deeper, which means Grimmjow might as well have Leucanthe at his side right now broadcasting his every single emotion and fuck because he does not, in fact, have Leucanthe right now.
He would rather be missing his arm again.
"Don Grimmjow?" Dordoni comes to a stop before Grimmjow has to stab him for getting in his space. (He ain't his fraccion. He doesn't get to crowd him.) "Where is el niño?"
Nakeem doesn't turn to look at him but he shifts his weight a little, frown deepening. Oh -- right. "Di Roy? He's fucking fine, it was his turn. He just--"
He wants to just bark it out, get it out of the way, and then spend some time beating up anyone trying to race up past him. Nobody gets to disturb the Uraharas right now. Nobody.
He remembers the odd twinge of amused-gentle mockery, a-dumbass-but-my-dumbass pinging through his chest when Di Roy was. Being Di Roy. Somewhere inside himself, where all devoured daemons sleep, Leucanthe can still feel something similar for someone else. He knows. He hopes.
He's gonna pretend she does, just in case.
"Hey, Nakeem. My bad."
"--Huh?"
Heh.
"Edrad's stronger so I pulled rank for him, but I'm not gonna be able to do it twice. They'd riot and I'd have to kill half of them." He glares half-heartedly at the rest of the rabble, who are pretending they're not listening in. Menoly is throwing him sideway looks. At least her bitchier half isn't here too, he really would have to murder her. 'I don't even want my daemon back because I'm a true Arrancar!!' his entire ass.
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"At least we know Ulquiorra didn't get him," Edrad mutters in his ear as they obediently drag their feet to the throne room. "Or you'd be getting your ass haunted right now."
Grimmjow snorts. Haunted, and then murdered. Or stuck in some little prison trap to get Ghost Ichigo out of the way, get a means of pressure on his ghost mom and non-ghostly but still twerpy cousin. Aizen came back from the Seireitei preening about his great successes but Gin was a little more free about all the shit that went wrong at the last second and all the arrows he had to dodge. He finds out one of his Espada is bonded to that and Grimmjow is dead, he has no illusions about any of that.
But fuck him anyway. Grimmjow knew from the start he wasn't getting free until Aizen had bit the big one. It's just a bit more incentive to stay on top of things. He can do it.
... He had better make sure Ichigo can do it too.
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The stranger wolf had been dancing in place for a minute now; Grimmjow wasn't too surprised when he stepped into the clearing in the end, approached Pantera fawning and wagging his tail a little.
Not a target, huh, she sent Grimmjow, a little disgruntled. Grimmjow snorted.
If I can make nice with civilians then so can you.
Pantera gave him a sidelong look. ... But you can't though.
Grimmjow planted his foot on his own wolf's rump and shoved.
nice! esp since i got stuck like a mofo in the last two weeks.
Everything is bleach. everything.
POSTED
-Bloodsport chapter 1, Grimmjow/Ichigo psychic/scifi/military AU (5 061 words)
-not as brave as you were at the start, daemon AU, Kon-centric. (4 331 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Bloodsport chapter 2 (10 468 words) (motherfucker. i'mma end up having to cut it in two at this rate. FUCK ALRFEADY AAAAA.)
-Bloodsport deleted bits (663 words)
-psychic wolves chapter 5 (79 words) (laaaaaame.)
-daemon AU, grimmjow thing that idk where it's even going and may not keep. (1 608 words)
-Haunting Me Haunting You chapter 3 (388 words)
also posted: Haunting Me Haunting You chapters 1&2 (grimmjow/ichigo AU where soulmates haunt each other after they die)
--
Frowning, Nelliel checked on Aizen with a quick glance, then walked up to Grimmjow's not-yet-a-kill to peer at him, horns canted dubiously to the side. "...Oh. Durable." Her face looked as unenthused about it as Grimmjow felt. "We might be able to use him as bait..."
"Won't work," Kurosaki rasped out, head still laying heavy in the dust. "Won't... come back."
Nelliel crouched down beside Grimmjow, a hand down between her hooves for balance as she leaned down to meet the Quincy's eyes. "Why not? You're very powerful. And the only time I see Quincies leave their men behind is when the whole squad is dead."
He snorted, quirked her a half-smile that didn't even look all that smirky, all that mocking -- that Grimmjow could have taken as the smile of someone hearing a good joke.
"Gemisch," was all he said. Grimmjow frowned.
"The fuck is that?"
Aizen walked up behind them, making sure to stand between Nelliel and Grimmjow. Grimmjow kinda thought Kurosaki was entirely able to ignore the two of them and their no doubt immediate counterattack to spear him up right through the gap. If he was gonna die here, the guy seemed the type to make sure he was gonna finish the mission first.
"What did he say?"
"Gemisch," Nelliel repeated, frowning thoughtfully. "Isn't that a caste, or something? Low-caste?"
Grimmjow's ears flattened on instinct, even before he could fully register the new, intense expression on Aizen's face.
"It means half-blood. Our new friend here is a hybrid. How far up your family tree?" he asked, smiling genially.
Kurosaki's jaw tightened.
"It stops counting after four generations, doesn't it? So... Great-grandparent? Grandparent?" Stubborn silence. Aizen's smile widened. "A parent? At this level of power? Well."
"Why does it matter?" Luppi asked, scowling as he moved to Kurosaki's other side. He'd had to reabsorb a few tentacles already and looked strained maintaining the four he had left. Nnoitra was mostly out of resurrección and so was everybody else but the three of them, but Nnoitra kind of spend his life with one toe in resurrección anyway.
"Oh, there's a reason they're so obsessed with blood purity. Quincy genes are mostly recessive, and baseline humans are psychic nulls. A crossbreed will always be weaker than their Quincy parent. So either this young man is a bastard child of the imperial line itself, or..."
... Or.
Yeah, if the Emperor of all Pure Prisses had sired a half-breed, it would have been smothered in its cradle before the scandal could topple their whole government, not sent off to play with a heir candidate. The whole squad would have firebombed themselves rather than leave Kurosaki and his incriminating genes in enemy hands.
Grimmjow felt a little odd about that, no lie.
--------------
Fuck, he's off his game. He can tell, Nakeem can definitely tell, and when Dordoni closes in he only frowns deeper, which means Grimmjow might as well have Leucanthe at his side right now broadcasting his every single emotion and fuck because he does not, in fact, have Leucanthe right now.
He would rather be missing his arm again.
"Don Grimmjow?" Dordoni comes to a stop before Grimmjow has to stab him for getting in his space. (He ain't his fraccion. He doesn't get to crowd him.) "Where is el niño?"
Nakeem doesn't turn to look at him but he shifts his weight a little, frown deepening. Oh -- right. "Di Roy? He's fucking fine, it was his turn. He just--"
He wants to just bark it out, get it out of the way, and then spend some time beating up anyone trying to race up past him. Nobody gets to disturb the Uraharas right now. Nobody.
He remembers the odd twinge of amused-gentle mockery, a-dumbass-but-my-dumbass pinging through his chest when Di Roy was. Being Di Roy. Somewhere inside himself, where all devoured daemons sleep, Leucanthe can still feel something similar for someone else. He knows. He hopes.
He's gonna pretend she does, just in case.
"Hey, Nakeem. My bad."
"--Huh?"
Heh.
"Edrad's stronger so I pulled rank for him, but I'm not gonna be able to do it twice. They'd riot and I'd have to kill half of them." He glares half-heartedly at the rest of the rabble, who are pretending they're not listening in. Menoly is throwing him sideway looks. At least her bitchier half isn't here too, he really would have to murder her. 'I don't even want my daemon back because I'm a true Arrancar!!' his entire ass.
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"At least we know Ulquiorra didn't get him," Edrad mutters in his ear as they obediently drag their feet to the throne room. "Or you'd be getting your ass haunted right now."
Grimmjow snorts. Haunted, and then murdered. Or stuck in some little prison trap to get Ghost Ichigo out of the way, get a means of pressure on his ghost mom and non-ghostly but still twerpy cousin. Aizen came back from the Seireitei preening about his great successes but Gin was a little more free about all the shit that went wrong at the last second and all the arrows he had to dodge. He finds out one of his Espada is bonded to that and Grimmjow is dead, he has no illusions about any of that.
But fuck him anyway. Grimmjow knew from the start he wasn't getting free until Aizen had bit the big one. It's just a bit more incentive to stay on top of things. He can do it.
... He had better make sure Ichigo can do it too.
--------------
The stranger wolf had been dancing in place for a minute now; Grimmjow wasn't too surprised when he stepped into the clearing in the end, approached Pantera fawning and wagging his tail a little.
Not a target, huh, she sent Grimmjow, a little disgruntled. Grimmjow snorted.
If I can make nice with civilians then so can you.
Pantera gave him a sidelong look. ... But you can't though.
Grimmjow planted his foot on his own wolf's rump and shoved.