“Garganta – no-go?” Ichigo asked through a pained hiss as one of the chain links slipped and put pressure on his knuckles in a bad, creaking way.
“You think I haven’t
tried?”Wow. Great. Fantastic. And now his belt was starting to slip – just an inch, but a telling one. He didn’t know it he was more concerned he was going to lose his hakama or lose Grimmjow inside this infinite hell of a dimension – or more probably, get strangled as Grimmjow shifted to clawing his way up Ichigo’s kimono instead. Okay, no need to worry about losing Grimmjow just yet.
Note to self, murder Urahara. He didn’t know what the man had been doing with that senkaimon – from previous experience, something both inadvisable and criminal would have been the best bet. He didn’t know since when the guy made under-the-table deals with Arrancars either. Probably ever since Aizen went down, if Ichigo had to lay another too-easy bet.
Anyway Ichigo and surprise-I’m-not-dead Espada Sexta wouldn’t have goddamn well startled each other into unleashing some really unadvisable attacks had they expected each other to be there at all, or at least had they been kept separate more thoughtfully.
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Candy for Cannibals on AO3 (13k words, explicit, blanket fic)