[Rukia] nii-samanii-samanii-samagasm! *swoon* oo wuv me ;.;firstmidnightNovember 13 2006, 03:39:57 UTC
It hurt.
Rukia's dark blue eyes squeezed shut and she let out a hiss of breath as Grimmjow's fist connected with her chest, even that light blow from the arrancar that somehow didn’t fully connect cracking a rib. She sucked in a breath, feeling the pain twinge through her chest as it rose, but opened her eyes, hand moving to her hilt, as no further pain came.
It registered then that instead of further pain falling upon her, she was held in a warm embrace with the lightest scent of sakura surrounding her. Opening her eyes, she blinked numerous times as she saw the glacial profile of Byakuya, that expression on his face contrasting with the warm strong hold of his arm.
"Nii-sama..." she whispered softly, her entire body freezing at the soft call of those two words, despite her desire to pull away and keep fighting. She knew her brother had perfect control over his shikai, over those hundreds of floating petals, but didn't want to risk it. She did shift in his arm though, trying to get her footing back. The pain in her chest was bitten down. It was no worse than torment she'd put up with as a child, before grouping up with Renji and his motley group of friends. Really. It wasn't.
"Nii-sama. You have to let me down... Please, I have to fight. I can handle it." it was the same thing she'd told Ichigo, Renji, any time she went off to fight. To not worry about her. She didn't want anyone worrying about her, like she couldn't fight on her own.
[Il Forte] ... our fight's still prettier. D:starswingNovember 15 2006, 05:49:38 UTC
FINALLY.
At long last, after many dull and annoying fights with homicidal scarred maniacs and hideous scientific beasts who were less human than he was and itsy bitsy little girls, Il Forte had finally managed to find an opponent worthy of fighting seriously. And not only that, but the afore-mentioned opponent wasn't ugly at all! He almost felt bad that he'd soon be marring that fair face.
Almost.
Pivoting quickly, Il Forte wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the full force of the zanpakuto, and it caught his sleeve, biting into his arm before Del Toro neatly knocked it away and thrust forward for a return strike.
"No," he said lightly, giving his bleeding arm a glance. The sting was painful enough, but it wasn't anything he couldn't easily handle. "As lovely as you'd look in blood, I believe your own blood would suit you better. Red just isn't my color."
[Grimmjow] I'll put my hands wherever I please!nyethebandgeekNovember 17 2006, 03:48:07 UTC
His fist didn't make it the hit like he planned. The other shinigami got in the way. Grimmjow couldn't understand why he didn't just stand off to the side and watch the girl get hit. Then again, he didn't really want the guy to stand off to the side and wait his turn since a fight was always better when there was more than one standing against him. Now he could guarantee that his fight was going to turn out better than Il Forte's.
When Grimmjow stepped back after the botched hit, his blue eyes glared at the pair as the cold and quiet shinigami's zanpakuto fell away and into the air that surrounded them. He pushed himself back enough to where there was a few feet between them and finally placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, the glare fading away to sheer happiness at the shinigami's words.
After quick chuckle, Grimmjow's mouth opened, his teasing tongue ready to waggle at the little girl in her brother's arms. "It didn't look like ya could handle it. If nii-sama wasn't there, you wouldn't even feel like fighting. So, let him fight for ya, little girl. I'll get more out of a fight with nii-sama here, than I ever could wih you. Run away, ya little bitch," he ended, another chuckle capping off his not so eloquent speech.
His hand still hadn't left his sword, but it didn't make a move to unsheathe it either. He still had yet to see what this other shinigami was capable of. Even though he ran toward the girl, Grimmjow wanted to be just a little more careful with him. He wasn't stupid. He also wasn't lying when he said he'd get a better fight out of brother shinigami and it made his muscles twitch in anticipation, almost pushing him to run toward the two of them with his zanpakuto ready to cut through their soft flesh.
[Yumichika] Eeeew~keikainNovember 17 2006, 14:15:39 UTC
Yumichika gasped appreciatively at the pain as the arrancar's blade glanced his shoulder, enjoying it only for the fact that whatever his beautiful body recieved, he was certain he would make the other feel three times as much in pure retribution. He smiled darkly as Fujikujaku locked once more in the deadly dance with his opponent.
Feather-lashed eyes fixed on the blood that was raised from the first mark he had scored, before laughing.
"Are you certain that it isn't, arrancar-san?" he teased, "Red makes such a stunning contrast to your white, after all."
Rukia's dark blue eyes squeezed shut and she let out a hiss of breath as Grimmjow's fist connected with her chest, even that light blow from the arrancar that somehow didn’t fully connect cracking a rib. She sucked in a breath, feeling the pain twinge through her chest as it rose, but opened her eyes, hand moving to her hilt, as no further pain came.
It registered then that instead of further pain falling upon her, she was held in a warm embrace with the lightest scent of sakura surrounding her. Opening her eyes, she blinked numerous times as she saw the glacial profile of Byakuya, that expression on his face contrasting with the warm strong hold of his arm.
"Nii-sama..." she whispered softly, her entire body freezing at the soft call of those two words, despite her desire to pull away and keep fighting. She knew her brother had perfect control over his shikai, over those hundreds of floating petals, but didn't want to risk it. She did shift in his arm though, trying to get her footing back. The pain in her chest was bitten down. It was no worse than torment she'd put up with as a child, before grouping up with Renji and his motley group of friends. Really. It wasn't.
"Nii-sama. You have to let me down... Please, I have to fight. I can handle it." it was the same thing she'd told Ichigo, Renji, any time she went off to fight. To not worry about her. She didn't want anyone worrying about her, like she couldn't fight on her own.
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At long last, after many dull and annoying fights with homicidal scarred maniacs and hideous scientific beasts who were less human than he was and itsy bitsy little girls, Il Forte had finally managed to find an opponent worthy of fighting seriously. And not only that, but the afore-mentioned opponent wasn't ugly at all! He almost felt bad that he'd soon be marring that fair face.
Almost.
Pivoting quickly, Il Forte wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the full force of the zanpakuto, and it caught his sleeve, biting into his arm before Del Toro neatly knocked it away and thrust forward for a return strike.
"No," he said lightly, giving his bleeding arm a glance. The sting was painful enough, but it wasn't anything he couldn't easily handle. "As lovely as you'd look in blood, I believe your own blood would suit you better. Red just isn't my color."
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When Grimmjow stepped back after the botched hit, his blue eyes glared at the pair as the cold and quiet shinigami's zanpakuto fell away and into the air that surrounded them. He pushed himself back enough to where there was a few feet between them and finally placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, the glare fading away to sheer happiness at the shinigami's words.
After quick chuckle, Grimmjow's mouth opened, his teasing tongue ready to waggle at the little girl in her brother's arms. "It didn't look like ya could handle it. If nii-sama wasn't there, you wouldn't even feel like fighting. So, let him fight for ya, little girl. I'll get more out of a fight with nii-sama here, than I ever could wih you. Run away, ya little bitch," he ended, another chuckle capping off his not so eloquent speech.
His hand still hadn't left his sword, but it didn't make a move to unsheathe it either. He still had yet to see what this other shinigami was capable of. Even though he ran toward the girl, Grimmjow wanted to be just a little more careful with him. He wasn't stupid. He also wasn't lying when he said he'd get a better fight out of brother shinigami and it made his muscles twitch in anticipation, almost pushing him to run toward the two of them with his zanpakuto ready to cut through their soft flesh.
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Feather-lashed eyes fixed on the blood that was raised from the first mark he had scored, before laughing.
"Are you certain that it isn't, arrancar-san?" he teased, "Red makes such a stunning contrast to your white, after all."
ooc: compiling~
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