Old School Fics:
Back in the day, I wrote nice things.... now? Not so much. I looked back at 2007 Bleach stuff. God, so old.
[Music Meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten(uh... no. 5, plz.) of these, then post them]
Hollow!IchigoXGrimmjow ones:
1)Roll over DJ= Jet
Two years after the war. Grimmjow had recovered slowly, but with a loss of memory.
Ichigo had lost himself, hollow taking over man and running from normalcy into the dunes of Hueco Mundo. This would have been unremarkable in the great scheme of things, had the two not met and fought over prey, memories coming to the surface and sufficing to be feelings in such a lonely place.
"Who the fuck are you? What's your name."
"Why the hell should I tell you, Kitty!?"
"Don't waste my time. I know you. I did. Who the fuck are you!?!?"
"...I don't have a name."
"Hn. I guess I'll just bash your strawberry head in then, Berry."
"That'll work. Berry. Nice to meet ya, Blue. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a soul to eat." The hollow was devoured, easily and the redhead ran off.
"HEY! What the hell, Berry!? Get back here!"
2)BrEaK= Grimmjow(The irony of this being random is apparent to me. Yes. >:D)
Hichigo made an odd and uncharacteristic whimper followed by a moan. On a good day, Grimmjow would have beamed, but this was not under typical circumstances. Aizen held the redhead up by his hair. He spoke more beautiful bile at Grimmjow's lover and slid his damned sword a fraction further into his stomach. Grimmjow growled and pulled from Ulquiorra's hold. Fuck the fourth. Fuck Aizen. Fuck everyone. No one would steal and hurt what was his. He was the Mother fuckin' King of Hueco Mundo before this bastard came. He'd take back the crown. He'd send Aizen to hell. He'd break everyone in his path.
3)3rd Planet= Modest Mouse(I think the singer sounds like Hichi~ <3)
That disturbing two toned giggle again. Grimmjow thought it sounded like a tape played underwater. Blood and water. That was Hichi. Grimmjow thrust a bit harder and shifted his angle drawing a high pitched keening whine from the other man. Which was stronger? What would his lover's heart feel like if he tore it out just now? Dripping pitch and made of wood. Only this man could bring him back to these thoughts. That voice. Grimmjow's was all gravel and growl, even as he faintly purred out feeling Hichigo cum around him. He took his hand from where it had been gently choking the redhead. His only art.
4)Do you wanna= Franz Ferdinand(My Ikkaku song. Lucky, Lucky, you're so lucky!)
"Tell him to turn that shit off before I do!" Grimmjow practically screeched the demand as he threw Pantera into the wall of 11th's training room. Hichigo calmly walked the two feet to pull the sword from the plaster.
"You know he gets stuck on a song. I told Yumi you didn't like it. He out ranks me, what do you want me to do?" The fourth seat chucked the blue sword back to it's owner, now ironically the sixth here, as well.
"I just can't take one more loop of that Lucky shit! Who gave him that CD player, anyway!?"
The other sidled up to Grimmjow and ran a finger up the tang of Pantera's blade, looking up with black eyes that promised things.
"I know, Six, but you must admit it does give ideas, you know," The bluenette gulped and leaned in and back at the same time "about getting lucky..." Fuck. He was good. Maybe he'd let the third seat go this time...
5)Sweet Misery= Michelle Branch
Grimmjow wondered who was really the stronger of the two of them. Sure, Hichi could wipe the floor with him in a fight these days, but Hichi could also be a bit of a lost puppy; following and clinging to him every once in a while. Those black and gold eyes shone, smoldered and teared showing the boy's mood and level of inner or outer argument. All Grimmjow had to do was smile, kiss him, Hell, just stay with him for a while and Hichi would adore him. Was that being strong or weak? He sighed and Hichi looked up, one eye bumble bee colored, the other honey and cream, innocent expectancy on his face. No, Grimmjow knew. Even though he could snap and have the boy in front of him, sword drawn and ready to defend him, almost like a fracion; he knew that if the boy were to ever look at him like this he would instantly bow his head and kneel to take the blow for the boy. That was true strength. That was what he loved about Hichigo.
IchigoXUryuu ones:
1)The Moment I said it= Imogen Heap
Uryuu turned to his side, awake for god knows what reason. The spot next to him was still warm, but empty. He wearily and reluctantly looked up. Ichigo was staring out the window, the sun not up yet, but there was a distinct humming vibration to his reiatsu and he was buttoning his pants distractedly. He had keys in his pocket, Uryuu heard them. He flushed red and instantly regretted the invitation he gave the other boy. This was one of the rare times he would admit to loosing. The loss hurt.
2)Butterfly= Corinne Bailey Rae
There was a picture on the young Quincy's table. Him as a child with his Grandfather. Uryuu didn't feel the loss as strongly as he had when he was younger, now just reminiscing. The gift his teacher had given him was what he cared about most in the man's absence. He remembered the first time he had formed his bow. The memory made him laugh, causing Ichigo to pop his head out of the bathroom.
"Why are you giggling, Goob'."
"Oh," Uryuu thought of how he and Ichigo owed the protection they could give each other on their teachers"just thinking of school."
"What happened?"Ichigo went back to brushing his teeth.
"Butterfly."
3)Srochim= David Broza(French-Hebrew music in my play list, more likely than you may have thought)
Ducking an arrant arrow, Ichigo rolled across the floor of the underground training facility, bumping into a large, and sharp boulder.
"Fuck! Friendly Fire, Uryuu!"
"It was your idea to do tag-teams."
"Yeah, but that was before I realised how good Chad and 'Hime had gotten! I can't get in the shield to get at Chad! I thought you were a better shot than this! You almost blew off my head!"
"You were zipping around Chad! I figured the percentages were in favor of not hitting you if I raised up two degrees..."
"Well it didn't!"
"What the hell is your problem, Kurosaki!?"
"What's yours, Ishida!?!?"
They grabbed at each other's tops and went down in a pile of furious kisses, hard enough to bruise. Fighting or making out. It was a fine line.
"I guess we win, huh, Sado?" Orihime smiled up at the taller boy.
"Hn."
4)Doin' the Cockroach= Modest Mouse
Uryuu's birthday and he was at a gay bar. How far the mighty had fallen. He would have to kill Ichigo, later for his brilliant gift. In German, 'Gift' meant 'Poison.' The thought rose to his mind while he bought a beer and a champagne cocktail.The music was loud and obnoxious, the drinks bad, the entertainment not to his likin. The fact that only Ichigo was to his liking was not on his mind at the moment; lost on him as he broke through the crowd to their table.
"Oh. My. Gawd." He nearly dropped his cocktail as he looked up on stage to see his boyfriend in nothing but a pair of black leather pants and a few black leather straps, BDSM style, and obviously borrowed from the backstage collection of gear. Ichigo gyrated towards him and looked down with a look that could kill. Uryuu took the outstretched hand and was pulled, at the expense of his drink, on the stage with his under(or perfectly?)dressed lover. The song took a gratingly rumbling tone and the effect of having Ichigo dirty-dancing on him in gear while he was decked out in pristine white and blue was not lost on him, and had it been possible to be any redder, harder or more embarrassed, Ichigo's lewd comments into his ear whilst the crowd cheered, would have done the job. Ichigo would die tonight.
5)Spies= Coldplay
He should have known. 'Should have noticed the signs. Now he sported a split lip, bruises and a severe need for a psychologist, after this was all over. Ichigo stood up from where he had crumpled after being blasted across the room by an arrow. The way he righted himself was eerie, like a doll plucked up from an invisible hand. The black and golden eyes locked with his blue ones, sending shivers down Uryuu's spine. Why had Ichigo never told him he was two-natured? It was quite an oversight. It was going to cost them both dearly, he didn't know how much longer he could fight. At least Ichigo looked about as wounded as himself. He might have a chance...the hollow smirked and spat out blood and a tooth, blood running down his head, but quickly stopping when a piece of mask formed from the wound. Instant regeneration.
"Fuck."
And some of my old friend's and my OC's which we called 'Team Green'- Nel tu, Bo a Shinigami/Quincy girl, Fionn a hollow, and Crinkles a hollow all as a special ops sort of team post series in the Gotei 13. Mary sue? Maybe. Fun? Definitely. I miss it. ;3;:
1) Everything’s not lost- Coldplay(a long song…@A@)
She often felt a bit two sided on her past, but his was checkered far more than hers. Their leader had a dubious past, switching sides on a dime, but always kind and true to herself. Their teammate had killed many more people than all of them put together. That’s what made it work. Fionn chanced a glance at her, down back to back with Nel-Taicho. If she thought that she was the worst, she was mistaken. He pushed back at the enemy hollow who shrieked about him being a traitor. Fool. He may have a huge list of demons, but fighting beside her was not one of them. The bespectacled woman traded fights with Crin’ her back now pressed up to Fionn’s for a second before taking out another hollow. It was beautiful; she never touched the hollows, never used a cutting blade, and never killed one of them. She only ever made them sleep. It was as if she could never have a mark of a sin against her. How someone like her could end up beside him, and how she felt herself unworthy of even that, amazed him. Fionn shot his hand out and pulled Bohimei out of the path of a claw and flush to his chest. She looked into his eyes and flushed. No, even his thoughts were worse than hers, despite what made her blush. He carded a finger through a lock of her hair and they both went back to the fight. Ill-suited and perfect, he thought.
2) Polar Opposites- Modest Mouse
“I can’t believe that you’d think that! I’m not mean!”
“Yeah, well, you probably think the same about me!”
“What!?”
“Yeah, I see you looking at me like I’m gonna eat you! I’m the big bad wolf to you, aren’t I!?”
“What the- I do not! I-“
“Yeah, you’re so perfect and here I am. I’m just so eff-“
“Wait, wait. Fionn, I don’t think you’re bad at all… we’re just opposites. I-I kinda like that about us…”
“Really? I mean, you have a weird way of showing it.”
“I only got mad ‘cause you came in without knocking! You know I don’t want anyone to see me without my head covered!”
“Ahaha! That’s why!? Oh, haha! I’m sorry, Bo’. For the record, though, you have pretty hair.”
“Uh… well, ju-just knock, okay?”
“Sure. When I barge into my female friend’s bedroom I’ll be sure to be polite so as to not see her hair. Haha! You’re so weird!”
“That’s- you know that’s not- I didn’t give you permission to ever- I am not!”
“Hahaha!”
3) Heal over- KT Tunstall(the most perfect song ever)
He knew it from the beginning. Who hadn’t? Bohimei’s adoration of her captain was very obvious. He was just glad that when she finally confessed to Hisagi-Taicho, he had been nearby and able to go to her when the tattooed man said no thanks. He saw the look of pride that broke in her eyes when he told her she could cry. That was a trait from her father, too much pride to ever let someone help. She kept shaking her head saying things about being fine, that it didn’t hurt, that she wasn’t hoping for a different answer. When she finally whimpered that she didn’t even deserve her Taicho, anyway, Fionn had to swallow the urge to kill the other man and instead wiped the tears away and held her saying that she’d heal and that he was here for her now and forever. He couldn’t think of anything else to say or to do, but that seemed enough for her, because she kissed his neck and sniffled out a thank you, hugging into his arms, right there on the sidewalk of the 9th division barracks.
4) Zan- Ichigo, Zangetsu and Hollow Ichigo(easily my fave Bleach song - went a bit over on this one)
The sword’s edge slipped and cut a thin line across Fionn’s neck, Nel-Taicho was unconscious by the door and Crin’ was immobilized by the strongest and most painful looking kido Bo’ had ever seen. Two strong hollows were holding her, her cheeks flaming both because they were touching her and her hair and modesty had long ago been bared. Poppy was a good twenty feet away, but still talking to her.
‘let me out I can win this, I know I can! You are too weak to do what has to be done’
‘No. They’ll hurt them all more! Fionn-“
‘-is dead already like a cat in a box if you don’t let me out!’
‘…on one condition.’
Bohimei could feel Autumn Poppy smile, a strange double grin that marred the tiny sword’s feminine features, latent hollow tendencies coming to the surface.
“There is something you should know before you kill him, Hollow.”
“Ha! The Bitch speaks! What is it!?” Poppy made a sound of tiny beads falling and filled the air and made their assailant’s eyes roll back in their heads, already asleep and dying where they stood.
“I don’t have to touch her for her to play, and she really hates the word ‘Bitch’.” The hollow men dropped to the ground in heaps with their swords.
“Thanks, Bo’.” She kissed Fionn soundly and the seeds of her sword coalesced back into her open hand.
“’Sorry I took so long.”
5) Feeling Show- Colbie Callet
“You- you always-?” Her words came out in pants and squeaked gasps.
“Always.” Fionn looked into vibrant green eyes and punctuated his word with a feather-light kiss, moving to Bohimei’s cheek and ear and down her neck. It was months since her doomed confession to her captain and tonight all his waiting was being rewarded. It had taken her what felt like an eternity to notice him and his feelings for her, but now she seemed to be getting it.
“Just don’t leave. That’s all I ask. I couldn’t lose you.” They had come a bit too close to that tonight and in the heat of battle he told her he loved her. Finally. Why had he waited so long?
“I’ll never leave you again. I was so dumb.” She kissed the tips of his fingers in apology. He touched a large hand to her scarf and, when she nodded gently, pushed it off her head letting her waves of near-pitch hair fall over his face. She touched his mask and sighed, a soft and becoming sound. She kissed the bone and over his nose, ending on darkening lips. They’d take it slow from here, but at the moment Fionn couldn’t care less about the pace. He ran his fingers through her locks and pulled her head closer for a deeper kiss. Somehow he got the girl.
A non-meme longer story with Kon/Nel stuff for the Nel tu in my friend group. I was always Vegan!Kon who's worthless but has a big heart. Kinda ditched the boob-chaser element of his character. 'x'; :
Kon turned in the borrowed body tangled in sheets. The moon seeped through the white curtain that fluttered in breezes during warm weather, but now hung loose against the chilled window. It was late fall now and usually Ichigo would often return bemoaning his shinigami robe’s lack of padding. The lining would be added in a while; at least that’s what Rukia had told him to shut him up. For now the boy had to suffer through goosebumps when out hunting and Kon had to suffer through Ichigo. It had been a few days since the two left for Hueco Mundo to get Orihime, leaving the mod soul in charge, and Kon couldn’t sleep. He sighed, grunted, huffed, tossed, turned and made a general fuss and mess of the covers. Maybe now- no, this position wouldn’t work either.
Kon sat up, now resolute that he wouldn’t fall asleep until they returned, his features were an eerie pantomime of Ichigo’s frown. He wanted things to go back to normal. ‘Hime would be cute and happy, Rukia would be perfect, Ichigo would argue with him, everyone would eat together and they would laugh about how Ishida almost shot Ichigo when he went after the dog-hollow at the old bookstore parking lot. No Aizen’s war, no more rescue missions. These were common thoughts to Kon these days and he knew that nothing would change by laying in bed staring at plaster ceilings.
When the gate from Hueco Mundo opened Kon was shoulder deep in the fridge downstairs. The energy that came from the rift was so powerful that he jumped up, hitting his head on the freezer door, in full attack/protect mode. The energy wasn’t particularly sharp or threatening, but it was strong and close by. If he were to guard Yuzu and Karin he would have to distract from the house and take the fight to the hollow. Kon grabbed Ichigo’s brown winter coat and threw it on atop the tee shirt, pajama pants and green slippers he was wearing. No fashion sense and not much traction or reinforced heel for kicking, but he was made for running and that was the plan. Lead the strong thing away from the (relatively)weak things. The mod ran down the street angling to be a few blocks from where he felt the hollow.
As he came to the end of the block he stopped so suddenly it seemed like he had hit a wall, orange hair moving after he had come to a stop. She wasn’t what he had envisioned when he felt her energy. Maybe a huge muscle-bound dude in a badass outfit, or some psycho with fifty katanas sent by Aizen, but not this. Not this young girl who looked a bit lost standing on the sidewalk. She must’ve been about five and getting cold, all alone in only a little dress. Kon walked up to her, not sure that it was really the safest thing to do, but not about to let a scared and cold little girl walk around at night. Even if she was an exceedingly strong hollow.
“Where-“ The girl didn’t get to finish her question because the portal above her opened larger for a moment and a bit of blue was birthed, seemingly pushed out. A battered Grimmjow fell a few feet to the girl’s right and spat blood and curses when he hit the concrete.
“Ah- sons of bitches. I open the goddamn thing and they show their thanks- ah, shit- by throwing me out! Fuck, that hurts. Nel, where the hell are y- oh, there you are. Get over here.”
“Nel-chan! Stay back from the mean kitty! Your dearest brothers are coming for you!” Two more hollows jumped from the now closing gateway and made to scoop up the green girl who was obviously scared of them. Nel ran and hid behind Kon’s legs.
“Mithter! You goths to thave me! They keep following me! I don’t know them!” That was enough story for Kon. The little girl (Nel-chan?) had tears in her eyes and her hands were trembling where she was clinging to his pants. He scooped her up and began backing away, but he only got two steps before there were three ceros pointed at his head.
“I’m sorry, Unknown Sir who looks like Ichigo, but we won’t let you take Miss Nel.” The thin one stepped forward a step and Kon felt his knees buckle a little when he spoke to Grimmjow. “If Nel is captured, Dondo and I will have no reason or way to repair you, Sexta-san. I’m afraid that you will be a hindrance to us in your weakened and vulnerable state. I believe that even we two could end you, if you follow my drift.” Grimmjow’s cero flickered then deepened at the other man’s words. He narrowed his eyes and dragged himself into a sitting position.
“You’re as loyal as ever, Pesshe. A bitch, but loyal. You’ve been training, haven’t you? Ass. When I’m healed I’m mopping the floor with you.” Pesshe chuckled darkly and Kon could feel himself break into a sweat.
“Please hand over Miss Nel.”
“N-no way, she’s scared. You’re too strong and she’s scared. Besides, *pant* you’re with Grimmjow and you’re a hollow.” The fact of Nel’s hollowness was swiftly glazed over in his mind. His grip on Nel was slipping and so was his consciousness, but he kept edging away. This was bad. He would die this time.
“I’m sorry that you had to say that, Ichigo lookalike. I would have liked to not hurt you. Goodbye.” Kon’s vision swam, but he heard the little Nel cry out to him and felt her shake him and then she got very heavy. The girl needed help and he couldn’t do squat. So much for protecting a life; he couldn’t even save his own skin. Story of his life.
~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~
“Pesshe. Dondo. Sexta. …” Nel was now very large and her eyes turned calculating, yet soft, as she looked around at her surroundings; memories washing over her, faces coming to the forefront of her mind, sizing up the situation. Here were her fraccion. Her friends- protecting her, even though she was merely confused. Here was Grimmjow, needing her help (and if she read him well enough, not entirely motivated by Pesshe’s threats. He was a friend as well. She was all but certain.) Here was a boy in Ichigo’s body, nearly passed out, but still holding her and protecting her even though they had barely even met. She billowed her energy out to take the pressure off of him and cradled him. Somehow their roles had shifted several times in the span of a few minutes. Now she protected him. “…Please release your cero’s. You know my distaste of them. There are only friends here.” They did as she said, her two fraccion falling to a kneel but beaming, Dondo starting to cry at his ‘brother’s regained memories and form, Grimmjow just looking a bit winded. “No one would ever hurt me who had eyes like these.” Nel brushed Kon’s hair back from his face and smiled softly up at Pesshe, whose eyes softened at those words. “Where shall we all go, now? Ichigo’s house? I have a feeling this one could use a rest.” She looked effervescent at the thought. She now had four friends and certainly Ichigo would return soon. ‘Such a wonderful night. Perhaps she’d heal Grimmjow whilst they waited for the Soul Reaper.
This story was gifted with a side of Hollo!IchigoXGrimmjow crack:
“What the eff…”Grimmjow looked down from the top of the rock he had been sunning on. It was quite a good sunning session, too. That was, until Hichigo trotted up about ten minutes ago. The hollow was now almost always in charge of the body, adding it’s reptilian features and physiology to the kid’s lithe form, but the mind depended on god knows what. Today seemed to be the kid’s turn, judging by the blithe expression he had on his face when he commented on the good weather and complimenting the perfect location of Grimm’s rock. The boy had settled at the bottom of the boulder leaving his comrade where he had been laying, but had started the annoying behavior of hissing at something in a subdued voice. Grimmjow had had enough. It was creepy.
“Rrrth kss sssii?” Now Hichi was asking the pebbles questions. Or, so it seemed from his angle.
“Naap fsss fss srrr.” Okay, the reply was even freakier. Kind of a croaking along with the hissing the Lizard-twerp was making. Grimmjow lazily rolled off the rock, adding a little flair to the flip before the landing. He was in his released state, after all. It made sunning so much more satisfying. He didn’t quite know how to put what he saw into words. There lay Hichigo, in all his released-lizardy-glory with a tiny hollow lizard perched on his orange head. Having a conversation with it. Stroking its goddamn head. Like it was his boyfriend, not Grimmjow. Hichigo looked up, eyes the color of warm honey, and patted the ground next to him. He swept his tail over the sand and flicked away any pebbles that would make it uncomfortable for the cat. Grimmjow reluctantly sat down and then turned to rest on his elbow.
“Should I be jealous? “ He was sorely tempted to flick the Hollizard away. Hichigo chuckled and reached up to pull Grimmjow in for a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh, Grimmjow, you need to learn to share.”
“Rrrr~” The little lizard ended the comment (?) with a purring sound and Grimmjow’s face did a funny cartwheel as if he wanted to crack-up and yell at the same time. His cheeks fluctuated between flushing and draining. Hichi must have found it hilarious because he laughed the entire chase back to Grimmjow’s room.
*sigh*... I never write fics anymore... ;3;
[Music Meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten(uh... no. 5, plz.) of these, then post them]
Hollow!IchigoXGrimmjow ones:
1)Roll over DJ= Jet
Two years after the war. Grimmjow had recovered slowly, but with a loss of memory.
Ichigo had lost himself, hollow taking over man and running from normalcy into the dunes of Hueco Mundo. This would have been unremarkable in the great scheme of things, had the two not met and fought over prey, memories coming to the surface and sufficing to be feelings in such a lonely place.
"Who the fuck are you? What's your name."
"Why the hell should I tell you, Kitty!?"
"Don't waste my time. I know you. I did. Who the fuck are you!?!?"
"...I don't have a name."
"Hn. I guess I'll just bash your strawberry head in then, Berry."
"That'll work. Berry. Nice to meet ya, Blue. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a soul to eat." The hollow was devoured, easily and the redhead ran off.
"HEY! What the hell, Berry!? Get back here!"
2)BrEaK= Grimmjow(The irony of this being random is apparent to me. Yes. >:D)
Hichigo made an odd and uncharacteristic whimper followed by a moan. On a good day, Grimmjow would have beamed, but this was not under typical circumstances. Aizen held the redhead up by his hair. He spoke more beautiful bile at Grimmjow's lover and slid his damned sword a fraction further into his stomach. Grimmjow growled and pulled from Ulquiorra's hold. Fuck the fourth. Fuck Aizen. Fuck everyone. No one would steal and hurt what was his. He was the Mother fuckin' King of Hueco Mundo before this bastard came. He'd take back the crown. He'd send Aizen to hell. He'd break everyone in his path.
3)3rd Planet= Modest Mouse(I think the singer sounds like Hichi~ <3)
That disturbing two toned giggle again. Grimmjow thought it sounded like a tape played underwater. Blood and water. That was Hichi. Grimmjow thrust a bit harder and shifted his angle drawing a high pitched keening whine from the other man. Which was stronger? What would his lover's heart feel like if he tore it out just now? Dripping pitch and made of wood. Only this man could bring him back to these thoughts. That voice. Grimmjow's was all gravel and growl, even as he faintly purred out feeling Hichigo cum around him. He took his hand from where it had been gently choking the redhead. His only art.
4)Do you wanna= Franz Ferdinand(My Ikkaku song. Lucky, Lucky, you're so lucky!)
"Tell him to turn that shit off before I do!" Grimmjow practically screeched the demand as he threw Pantera into the wall of 11th's training room. Hichigo calmly walked the two feet to pull the sword from the plaster.
"You know he gets stuck on a song. I told Yumi you didn't like it. He out ranks me, what do you want me to do?" The fourth seat chucked the blue sword back to it's owner, now ironically the sixth here, as well.
"I just can't take one more loop of that Lucky shit! Who gave him that CD player, anyway!?"
The other sidled up to Grimmjow and ran a finger up the tang of Pantera's blade, looking up with black eyes that promised things.
"I know, Six, but you must admit it does give ideas, you know," The bluenette gulped and leaned in and back at the same time "about getting lucky..." Fuck. He was good. Maybe he'd let the third seat go this time...
5)Sweet Misery= Michelle Branch
Grimmjow wondered who was really the stronger of the two of them. Sure, Hichi could wipe the floor with him in a fight these days, but Hichi could also be a bit of a lost puppy; following and clinging to him every once in a while. Those black and gold eyes shone, smoldered and teared showing the boy's mood and level of inner or outer argument. All Grimmjow had to do was smile, kiss him, Hell, just stay with him for a while and Hichi would adore him. Was that being strong or weak? He sighed and Hichi looked up, one eye bumble bee colored, the other honey and cream, innocent expectancy on his face. No, Grimmjow knew. Even though he could snap and have the boy in front of him, sword drawn and ready to defend him, almost like a fracion; he knew that if the boy were to ever look at him like this he would instantly bow his head and kneel to take the blow for the boy. That was true strength. That was what he loved about Hichigo.
IchigoXUryuu ones:
1)The Moment I said it= Imogen Heap
Uryuu turned to his side, awake for god knows what reason. The spot next to him was still warm, but empty. He wearily and reluctantly looked up. Ichigo was staring out the window, the sun not up yet, but there was a distinct humming vibration to his reiatsu and he was buttoning his pants distractedly. He had keys in his pocket, Uryuu heard them. He flushed red and instantly regretted the invitation he gave the other boy. This was one of the rare times he would admit to loosing. The loss hurt.
2)Butterfly= Corinne Bailey Rae
There was a picture on the young Quincy's table. Him as a child with his Grandfather. Uryuu didn't feel the loss as strongly as he had when he was younger, now just reminiscing. The gift his teacher had given him was what he cared about most in the man's absence. He remembered the first time he had formed his bow. The memory made him laugh, causing Ichigo to pop his head out of the bathroom.
"Why are you giggling, Goob'."
"Oh," Uryuu thought of how he and Ichigo owed the protection they could give each other on their teachers"just thinking of school."
"What happened?"Ichigo went back to brushing his teeth.
"Butterfly."
3)Srochim= David Broza(French-Hebrew music in my play list, more likely than you may have thought)
Ducking an arrant arrow, Ichigo rolled across the floor of the underground training facility, bumping into a large, and sharp boulder.
"Fuck! Friendly Fire, Uryuu!"
"It was your idea to do tag-teams."
"Yeah, but that was before I realised how good Chad and 'Hime had gotten! I can't get in the shield to get at Chad! I thought you were a better shot than this! You almost blew off my head!"
"You were zipping around Chad! I figured the percentages were in favor of not hitting you if I raised up two degrees..."
"Well it didn't!"
"What the hell is your problem, Kurosaki!?"
"What's yours, Ishida!?!?"
They grabbed at each other's tops and went down in a pile of furious kisses, hard enough to bruise. Fighting or making out. It was a fine line.
"I guess we win, huh, Sado?" Orihime smiled up at the taller boy.
"Hn."
4)Doin' the Cockroach= Modest Mouse
Uryuu's birthday and he was at a gay bar. How far the mighty had fallen. He would have to kill Ichigo, later for his brilliant gift. In German, 'Gift' meant 'Poison.' The thought rose to his mind while he bought a beer and a champagne cocktail.The music was loud and obnoxious, the drinks bad, the entertainment not to his likin. The fact that only Ichigo was to his liking was not on his mind at the moment; lost on him as he broke through the crowd to their table.
"Oh. My. Gawd." He nearly dropped his cocktail as he looked up on stage to see his boyfriend in nothing but a pair of black leather pants and a few black leather straps, BDSM style, and obviously borrowed from the backstage collection of gear. Ichigo gyrated towards him and looked down with a look that could kill. Uryuu took the outstretched hand and was pulled, at the expense of his drink, on the stage with his under(or perfectly?)dressed lover. The song took a gratingly rumbling tone and the effect of having Ichigo dirty-dancing on him in gear while he was decked out in pristine white and blue was not lost on him, and had it been possible to be any redder, harder or more embarrassed, Ichigo's lewd comments into his ear whilst the crowd cheered, would have done the job. Ichigo would die tonight.
5)Spies= Coldplay
He should have known. 'Should have noticed the signs. Now he sported a split lip, bruises and a severe need for a psychologist, after this was all over. Ichigo stood up from where he had crumpled after being blasted across the room by an arrow. The way he righted himself was eerie, like a doll plucked up from an invisible hand. The black and golden eyes locked with his blue ones, sending shivers down Uryuu's spine. Why had Ichigo never told him he was two-natured? It was quite an oversight. It was going to cost them both dearly, he didn't know how much longer he could fight. At least Ichigo looked about as wounded as himself. He might have a chance...the hollow smirked and spat out blood and a tooth, blood running down his head, but quickly stopping when a piece of mask formed from the wound. Instant regeneration.
"Fuck."
And some of my old friend's and my OC's which we called 'Team Green'- Nel tu, Bo a Shinigami/Quincy girl, Fionn a hollow, and Crinkles a hollow all as a special ops sort of team post series in the Gotei 13. Mary sue? Maybe. Fun? Definitely. I miss it. ;3;:
1) Everything’s not lost- Coldplay(a long song…@A@)
She often felt a bit two sided on her past, but his was checkered far more than hers. Their leader had a dubious past, switching sides on a dime, but always kind and true to herself. Their teammate had killed many more people than all of them put together. That’s what made it work. Fionn chanced a glance at her, down back to back with Nel-Taicho. If she thought that she was the worst, she was mistaken. He pushed back at the enemy hollow who shrieked about him being a traitor. Fool. He may have a huge list of demons, but fighting beside her was not one of them. The bespectacled woman traded fights with Crin’ her back now pressed up to Fionn’s for a second before taking out another hollow. It was beautiful; she never touched the hollows, never used a cutting blade, and never killed one of them. She only ever made them sleep. It was as if she could never have a mark of a sin against her. How someone like her could end up beside him, and how she felt herself unworthy of even that, amazed him. Fionn shot his hand out and pulled Bohimei out of the path of a claw and flush to his chest. She looked into his eyes and flushed. No, even his thoughts were worse than hers, despite what made her blush. He carded a finger through a lock of her hair and they both went back to the fight. Ill-suited and perfect, he thought.
2) Polar Opposites- Modest Mouse
“I can’t believe that you’d think that! I’m not mean!”
“Yeah, well, you probably think the same about me!”
“What!?”
“Yeah, I see you looking at me like I’m gonna eat you! I’m the big bad wolf to you, aren’t I!?”
“What the- I do not! I-“
“Yeah, you’re so perfect and here I am. I’m just so eff-“
“Wait, wait. Fionn, I don’t think you’re bad at all… we’re just opposites. I-I kinda like that about us…”
“Really? I mean, you have a weird way of showing it.”
“I only got mad ‘cause you came in without knocking! You know I don’t want anyone to see me without my head covered!”
“Ahaha! That’s why!? Oh, haha! I’m sorry, Bo’. For the record, though, you have pretty hair.”
“Uh… well, ju-just knock, okay?”
“Sure. When I barge into my female friend’s bedroom I’ll be sure to be polite so as to not see her hair. Haha! You’re so weird!”
“That’s- you know that’s not- I didn’t give you permission to ever- I am not!”
“Hahaha!”
3) Heal over- KT Tunstall(the most perfect song ever)
He knew it from the beginning. Who hadn’t? Bohimei’s adoration of her captain was very obvious. He was just glad that when she finally confessed to Hisagi-Taicho, he had been nearby and able to go to her when the tattooed man said no thanks. He saw the look of pride that broke in her eyes when he told her she could cry. That was a trait from her father, too much pride to ever let someone help. She kept shaking her head saying things about being fine, that it didn’t hurt, that she wasn’t hoping for a different answer. When she finally whimpered that she didn’t even deserve her Taicho, anyway, Fionn had to swallow the urge to kill the other man and instead wiped the tears away and held her saying that she’d heal and that he was here for her now and forever. He couldn’t think of anything else to say or to do, but that seemed enough for her, because she kissed his neck and sniffled out a thank you, hugging into his arms, right there on the sidewalk of the 9th division barracks.
4) Zan- Ichigo, Zangetsu and Hollow Ichigo(easily my fave Bleach song - went a bit over on this one)
The sword’s edge slipped and cut a thin line across Fionn’s neck, Nel-Taicho was unconscious by the door and Crin’ was immobilized by the strongest and most painful looking kido Bo’ had ever seen. Two strong hollows were holding her, her cheeks flaming both because they were touching her and her hair and modesty had long ago been bared. Poppy was a good twenty feet away, but still talking to her.
‘let me out I can win this, I know I can! You are too weak to do what has to be done’
‘No. They’ll hurt them all more! Fionn-“
‘-is dead already like a cat in a box if you don’t let me out!’
‘…on one condition.’
Bohimei could feel Autumn Poppy smile, a strange double grin that marred the tiny sword’s feminine features, latent hollow tendencies coming to the surface.
“There is something you should know before you kill him, Hollow.”
“Ha! The Bitch speaks! What is it!?” Poppy made a sound of tiny beads falling and filled the air and made their assailant’s eyes roll back in their heads, already asleep and dying where they stood.
“I don’t have to touch her for her to play, and she really hates the word ‘Bitch’.” The hollow men dropped to the ground in heaps with their swords.
“Thanks, Bo’.” She kissed Fionn soundly and the seeds of her sword coalesced back into her open hand.
“’Sorry I took so long.”
5) Feeling Show- Colbie Callet
“You- you always-?” Her words came out in pants and squeaked gasps.
“Always.” Fionn looked into vibrant green eyes and punctuated his word with a feather-light kiss, moving to Bohimei’s cheek and ear and down her neck. It was months since her doomed confession to her captain and tonight all his waiting was being rewarded. It had taken her what felt like an eternity to notice him and his feelings for her, but now she seemed to be getting it.
“Just don’t leave. That’s all I ask. I couldn’t lose you.” They had come a bit too close to that tonight and in the heat of battle he told her he loved her. Finally. Why had he waited so long?
“I’ll never leave you again. I was so dumb.” She kissed the tips of his fingers in apology. He touched a large hand to her scarf and, when she nodded gently, pushed it off her head letting her waves of near-pitch hair fall over his face. She touched his mask and sighed, a soft and becoming sound. She kissed the bone and over his nose, ending on darkening lips. They’d take it slow from here, but at the moment Fionn couldn’t care less about the pace. He ran his fingers through her locks and pulled her head closer for a deeper kiss. Somehow he got the girl.
A non-meme longer story with Kon/Nel stuff for the Nel tu in my friend group. I was always Vegan!Kon who's worthless but has a big heart. Kinda ditched the boob-chaser element of his character. 'x'; :
Kon turned in the borrowed body tangled in sheets. The moon seeped through the white curtain that fluttered in breezes during warm weather, but now hung loose against the chilled window. It was late fall now and usually Ichigo would often return bemoaning his shinigami robe’s lack of padding. The lining would be added in a while; at least that’s what Rukia had told him to shut him up. For now the boy had to suffer through goosebumps when out hunting and Kon had to suffer through Ichigo. It had been a few days since the two left for Hueco Mundo to get Orihime, leaving the mod soul in charge, and Kon couldn’t sleep. He sighed, grunted, huffed, tossed, turned and made a general fuss and mess of the covers. Maybe now- no, this position wouldn’t work either.
Kon sat up, now resolute that he wouldn’t fall asleep until they returned, his features were an eerie pantomime of Ichigo’s frown. He wanted things to go back to normal. ‘Hime would be cute and happy, Rukia would be perfect, Ichigo would argue with him, everyone would eat together and they would laugh about how Ishida almost shot Ichigo when he went after the dog-hollow at the old bookstore parking lot. No Aizen’s war, no more rescue missions. These were common thoughts to Kon these days and he knew that nothing would change by laying in bed staring at plaster ceilings.
When the gate from Hueco Mundo opened Kon was shoulder deep in the fridge downstairs. The energy that came from the rift was so powerful that he jumped up, hitting his head on the freezer door, in full attack/protect mode. The energy wasn’t particularly sharp or threatening, but it was strong and close by. If he were to guard Yuzu and Karin he would have to distract from the house and take the fight to the hollow. Kon grabbed Ichigo’s brown winter coat and threw it on atop the tee shirt, pajama pants and green slippers he was wearing. No fashion sense and not much traction or reinforced heel for kicking, but he was made for running and that was the plan. Lead the strong thing away from the (relatively)weak things. The mod ran down the street angling to be a few blocks from where he felt the hollow.
As he came to the end of the block he stopped so suddenly it seemed like he had hit a wall, orange hair moving after he had come to a stop. She wasn’t what he had envisioned when he felt her energy. Maybe a huge muscle-bound dude in a badass outfit, or some psycho with fifty katanas sent by Aizen, but not this. Not this young girl who looked a bit lost standing on the sidewalk. She must’ve been about five and getting cold, all alone in only a little dress. Kon walked up to her, not sure that it was really the safest thing to do, but not about to let a scared and cold little girl walk around at night. Even if she was an exceedingly strong hollow.
“Where-“ The girl didn’t get to finish her question because the portal above her opened larger for a moment and a bit of blue was birthed, seemingly pushed out. A battered Grimmjow fell a few feet to the girl’s right and spat blood and curses when he hit the concrete.
“Ah- sons of bitches. I open the goddamn thing and they show their thanks- ah, shit- by throwing me out! Fuck, that hurts. Nel, where the hell are y- oh, there you are. Get over here.”
“Nel-chan! Stay back from the mean kitty! Your dearest brothers are coming for you!” Two more hollows jumped from the now closing gateway and made to scoop up the green girl who was obviously scared of them. Nel ran and hid behind Kon’s legs.
“Mithter! You goths to thave me! They keep following me! I don’t know them!” That was enough story for Kon. The little girl (Nel-chan?) had tears in her eyes and her hands were trembling where she was clinging to his pants. He scooped her up and began backing away, but he only got two steps before there were three ceros pointed at his head.
“I’m sorry, Unknown Sir who looks like Ichigo, but we won’t let you take Miss Nel.” The thin one stepped forward a step and Kon felt his knees buckle a little when he spoke to Grimmjow. “If Nel is captured, Dondo and I will have no reason or way to repair you, Sexta-san. I’m afraid that you will be a hindrance to us in your weakened and vulnerable state. I believe that even we two could end you, if you follow my drift.” Grimmjow’s cero flickered then deepened at the other man’s words. He narrowed his eyes and dragged himself into a sitting position.
“You’re as loyal as ever, Pesshe. A bitch, but loyal. You’ve been training, haven’t you? Ass. When I’m healed I’m mopping the floor with you.” Pesshe chuckled darkly and Kon could feel himself break into a sweat.
“Please hand over Miss Nel.”
“N-no way, she’s scared. You’re too strong and she’s scared. Besides, *pant* you’re with Grimmjow and you’re a hollow.” The fact of Nel’s hollowness was swiftly glazed over in his mind. His grip on Nel was slipping and so was his consciousness, but he kept edging away. This was bad. He would die this time.
“I’m sorry that you had to say that, Ichigo lookalike. I would have liked to not hurt you. Goodbye.” Kon’s vision swam, but he heard the little Nel cry out to him and felt her shake him and then she got very heavy. The girl needed help and he couldn’t do squat. So much for protecting a life; he couldn’t even save his own skin. Story of his life.
~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~
“Pesshe. Dondo. Sexta. …” Nel was now very large and her eyes turned calculating, yet soft, as she looked around at her surroundings; memories washing over her, faces coming to the forefront of her mind, sizing up the situation. Here were her fraccion. Her friends- protecting her, even though she was merely confused. Here was Grimmjow, needing her help (and if she read him well enough, not entirely motivated by Pesshe’s threats. He was a friend as well. She was all but certain.) Here was a boy in Ichigo’s body, nearly passed out, but still holding her and protecting her even though they had barely even met. She billowed her energy out to take the pressure off of him and cradled him. Somehow their roles had shifted several times in the span of a few minutes. Now she protected him. “…Please release your cero’s. You know my distaste of them. There are only friends here.” They did as she said, her two fraccion falling to a kneel but beaming, Dondo starting to cry at his ‘brother’s regained memories and form, Grimmjow just looking a bit winded. “No one would ever hurt me who had eyes like these.” Nel brushed Kon’s hair back from his face and smiled softly up at Pesshe, whose eyes softened at those words. “Where shall we all go, now? Ichigo’s house? I have a feeling this one could use a rest.” She looked effervescent at the thought. She now had four friends and certainly Ichigo would return soon. ‘Such a wonderful night. Perhaps she’d heal Grimmjow whilst they waited for the Soul Reaper.
This story was gifted with a side of Hollo!IchigoXGrimmjow crack:
“What the eff…”Grimmjow looked down from the top of the rock he had been sunning on. It was quite a good sunning session, too. That was, until Hichigo trotted up about ten minutes ago. The hollow was now almost always in charge of the body, adding it’s reptilian features and physiology to the kid’s lithe form, but the mind depended on god knows what. Today seemed to be the kid’s turn, judging by the blithe expression he had on his face when he commented on the good weather and complimenting the perfect location of Grimm’s rock. The boy had settled at the bottom of the boulder leaving his comrade where he had been laying, but had started the annoying behavior of hissing at something in a subdued voice. Grimmjow had had enough. It was creepy.
“Rrrth kss sssii?” Now Hichi was asking the pebbles questions. Or, so it seemed from his angle.
“Naap fsss fss srrr.” Okay, the reply was even freakier. Kind of a croaking along with the hissing the Lizard-twerp was making. Grimmjow lazily rolled off the rock, adding a little flair to the flip before the landing. He was in his released state, after all. It made sunning so much more satisfying. He didn’t quite know how to put what he saw into words. There lay Hichigo, in all his released-lizardy-glory with a tiny hollow lizard perched on his orange head. Having a conversation with it. Stroking its goddamn head. Like it was his boyfriend, not Grimmjow. Hichigo looked up, eyes the color of warm honey, and patted the ground next to him. He swept his tail over the sand and flicked away any pebbles that would make it uncomfortable for the cat. Grimmjow reluctantly sat down and then turned to rest on his elbow.
“Should I be jealous? “ He was sorely tempted to flick the Hollizard away. Hichigo chuckled and reached up to pull Grimmjow in for a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh, Grimmjow, you need to learn to share.”
“Rrrr~” The little lizard ended the comment (?) with a purring sound and Grimmjow’s face did a funny cartwheel as if he wanted to crack-up and yell at the same time. His cheeks fluctuated between flushing and draining. Hichi must have found it hilarious because he laughed the entire chase back to Grimmjow’s room.
*sigh*... I never write fics anymore... ;3;