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FALL OF THE ESPADA

               Despite what had just happened, Ichigo couldn’t really give much of a reaction to what Grimmjow said to him. If he did, he knew that it’d probably just make Grimmjow react strongly once more, and resort back towards violence. It was a situation he’d rather avoid, even if he’d been the one to force Grimmjow’s hand only a few moments ago. Ichigo exhales slowly, and glances away from the former Espada, shaking his head. Though he’d been the one to force a reaction, he knew it would be a bad idea to irritate him further.

               A sigh, and then he rolls his eyes. He’d never expected friendship or genuine cooperation from Grimmjow, so he doesn’t offer any vocal response towards him on the topic of expecting more than ‘teamwork’, if it could even be called that. Ichigo simply looks ahead, avoiding his gaze completely, if only to maintain whatever self control he had over any emotional response to the topic that was still very much sore and diffcult for him. He’d already gotten this deep, so he couldn’t just hesitate now. Grimmjow had already expected some sort of response.

               “–My mother was killed by a Hollow of some kind – back when I was younger.”

               It’s all he gives to Grimmjow, because now that he’s said it and it’s out there in the open for Grimmjow’s own knowledge, and it’s now technically down to the former Espada’s reaction, whether it was something rude or, probably more likely, just nothing. He wasn’t expecting a reaction, of course, but if he recieved one he’d bet on it being more to mock him rather than make him feel that bad. Even so, he was preparing himself for it. Leaning back against the hard stone, he inhales through his nose and shrugs.

               “I saw this girl by the lake, and I — went down, because she looked like she was going to just – jump, so I wanted to stop her. I don’t remember what happened, but I woke up, the girl was gone and my mother was dead.” Ichigo inhales sharply, and looks away once more. “I was nine when this happened, and my sisters were younger. It hit all of us. I’d blamed myself for a long time, and the Hollow that had killed her appeared in front of me when I became a Shinigami. I didn’t get to take revenge, but I don’t think I will ever be able to. Not completely, at least.”

      When Kurosaki takes too long to respond, it catches his notice. He isn’t patient by any measure, but the time it takes for the brat to finally open his mouth are spent studying Kurosaki’s profile from the corner of his eye. 

      The side of Kurosaki that Grimmjow has seen thus far is rash. Hasty and quick to mouth off. So he’s certain during the silence that the kid is struggling to speak. THIS is who Grimmjow lost to? It’s pathetic in a way that makes Grimmjow itch with the urge to lash out and STRIKE him.

      When the words finally touch his ears, Grimmjow can’t help the snort of derision. 

                  “That’s it? Your mother died?” He doesn’t quite scoff, though it might be close. Instead, there’s a thoughtful pause as he files the topic away along with Kurosaki’s other weaknesses. He speaks, though it lacks the usual scorn, laced instead with passive INDIFFERENCE. “So what? Lot’s of people’s mothers are dead. Join the club.”

                 “Anyways, what’s it to you if some bitch jumps her ass into a river? You should feel like shit. You butted in and that mother of yours paid for it. Still a dumbass even then, weren’t you? Heroes don’t exist.”

                “Guess ya haven’t LEARNED much. So what is it, Kurosaki? This fucking hollow still out there or something? You wanna kill it, right?”

                       Try as he might, 

                                even until death, 

                                   he will never give up

                  trying to reach for the moon in the water 

                                    and he will still hang on to his branch.

                                                              [ Rules ]

【✽】– “If you can catch me, that is.“ Oh, wonderful. An arrancar that thought he was king of the roost. “I suggest you behave yourself. I really don’t feel like leaving a mess.” How foolish could one get? He had several arrows with his name on it.

                “There’s a good way to find out, isn’t there?” 

      Grimmjow can’t say he came for something like this, the opposite-- he’s supposed to be laying low, delivering the package, but who is he to turn down what’s likely to be a decent fight. Especially, when it’s being offered so LOOSELY. Those ridiculous denials not withstanding, Grimmjow can tell when someone wants to take off his HEAD. 

                “OR you could just shut the fuck up and take what I                  came to give you. Arrogant prick.”

AAAH I wanted to have the “Nel vomiting on Grimmjow” drawing ready for today, but I’ve been away from home for a couple of days for work and without my tablet. (Lineart is done, I just need to color it, so it’ll be done soooooon).

So instead, to celebrate his birthday, can we all please just take a moment and appreciate that 

some of the best strategic advice in the entire series

has been provided by Grimmjow (and his fraccion, who echo his sentiments and way of thinking),

who gets shut down or ignored for his efforts on a regular basis. 

(I’d also like to point out that the scenario proposed by Grimmjow above is exactly what happened to the large group Urahara, Shinji and Kyoraku were leading – something like 13 shinigami total – right around the same time and the reason why Hisagi, among others, was such an easy target and got cut down).

Props to Urahara for being the only one to appreciate and utilize his advice <3

{ @a-exitium | cont. from here. }

It was funny how fear had quickly melded into annoyance. 

She hadn’t bothered to even sit up from the position he had obviously dumped her in, only angling her head to look at him. It was a strange sight, this notorious arrancar sitting on Ichigo’s bed like he was simply waiting for a friend to come home from school to study or something. Her body was stinging with pain, and her own pride wouldn’t allow her to try and move and give away just how much she was hurting. He didn’t need the ego boost.

❝And then what’s stopping me from going back to the Seireitei once I’m out of your sight?❞

      That at least, turns his attention toward her, blue eyes simmering with disinterest as lips pull into a SNEER. 

      What did she take him for, an amateur? He’s hardly that. Grimmjow wouldn’t send her from the room if he wasn’t dead certain she’d haul her ass right back. She just hadn’t caught on to her own predicament. One he was only too glad to bring to her attention. 

               “Are you stupid, Shinigami? Or maybe you just don’t think things out. Either way, I don’t care, but let me ask you a question. When you run off to Seireitei or Soul Society or wherever the fuck ya come from, and Kurosaki comes back to find I’ve gutted his baby sister downstairs, what is it you plan to tell him? What about the rest of his little friends? When they turn up dead, all because you couldn’t swallow your pride enough to call him. You think he’ll just forgive that? I doubt even Kurosaki is that much of a saint.” 

              Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine               I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine          They rush me, telling me I’m running out of time          They shush me, walking me across a fragile line.

⇢✂⇢⇢ @a-exitium

He was on his way back to his lab having finished a quick walk around the are to stretch his legs. Taking a glance down one of the halls, bright eyes spotted a head of shocking blue hair. “…Hmmm, a detour will not hurt~” Szayel turned on his heel and began to follow the Sexta, soles of his boots clacking against the stone ground. It gave him away, but it didn’t matter, he intended to engage in conversation anyways.

     Las Noches was big enough that they could avoid each other if they bothered. So it’s clear this slinking presence is INTENDED. Though their ranking system causes a natural distrust between Espada-- there’s always someone looking to crawl their way up the ladder-- Szayel isn’t enough of a threat to pester him in any real sense. At the moment.

                “What’d’ya want, Granz? M’ not here to socialize.” 

Yes, my fave is problematic. Your fave is also problematic. I am problematic. You are problematic. We are not all 100% politically correct perfect individuals. Someone saying something ignorant and that person being “the scum of the earth” are not the same. Please learn to recognize the goddamn difference.