Envy/Rukia/Shirosaki/Grimmjow log of EPIC PROPORTIONS [Part 2]
Log is private; No characters were there to see, etc. etc.
Who: Envy and Rukia at first, joined by Grimmjow and Shirosaki (Hollow!Ichigo) later
What: Envy and Rukia meet to kick the shit out of each other. Grimmjow and Shiro find them later. A WAR DUN BEEN BROUUUUUUGHT.
Where: The same place Matt was ripped to shreds
When: Last night
Why: Because Envy and Rukia are Brawl's worst enemies
Notes:
+ THE GRIMMJOW VS. SHIROSAKI PORTION OF THE LOG. More vicious fighting to come later because Shirosaki dun been pissed off.
+ I don't usually put ratings on logs, but. Rated R for lots of violence, blood, and language.
+ This log is epic.
+ A bit on the long side, but definitely definitely worth the read. Especially if you like fight logs.
+ Bleach dictionary:
Kidou; demon magic; in this case, mostly a blast of spiritual pressure (like a little ball of power that you blast at people)
Cero; the arrancar version of the blast kidou (a huuuuge ball of spirit energy that has a large range of destruction
Shikai; first stage of a zanpakutou (soul slayer/sword)'s (there are two total for every zanpakutou)
Bankai; second stage of a zanpakutou, the most powerful/ultimate power stage
Reiatsu; spiritual energy
+ THE OFFICIAL OFFENSIVE/FIRST ATTACK OF THE WAR.
+ Enjoy. ♥
Grimmjow had followed Envy as the hommunculus left Hueco Mundo. He didn't think he had anything to worry about against that pathetic, weak shinigami girl, but if there were any leftovers, Grimmjow would be more than happy to take them off Envy's hands. If he saw that fucking Ichigo, that would be even better. He had watched the better part of the fight on top of one of the buildings nearby, cursing every time one of their attacks hit a building that would make all of the others shake. He didn't feel like fucking moving. He had almost intervened a few times, but the girl had looked about dead and that shithead hommunculus kept regenerating. What the shit ever. It was only when the girl released her bankai that Grimmjow thought to jump off the building and head towards the clearing.
Fucking girl needed to die. Grimmjow could help with that.
Ichigo had suspected something was off about Rukia. She’d been quieter than usual, quieter than she’d been since Matt had shown up in Soul Society, and the random kiss before he’d gotten in the shower...well, that had just made things obvious. He knew she didn’t consider the score with Envy settled, which was fine with him; he felt the same way. Zangetsu had been itching for a real fight for months now, and even his Hollow had agreed to work with him instead of against him for Envy’s blood. He’d never fought together with both of them before, but for once, even if it was only once, he was willing to try. That thing didn’t know what was coming.
He hadn’t expected to find Rukia gone when he got dressed, though. He frowned as he dried his hair, looking out the window as he tried using that weird spirit ribbon thing the Quincy had taught him ages ago. He felt he should be more shocked than he was when he felt Rukia’s reiatsu fighting instead of calm, somewhere across the city. But he knew how impulsive she could be. It made sense for her to sneak off when his back was turned, the little idiot.
It only took him a moment to find Kon and slip out of his body, and then he was out the window and down the street. He didn’t care if she wanted his help or not, she was going to get it and she was going to like it.
Grimmjow sauntered down the area, taking in the mess. They had really done a fucking number on each other. And the area. It looked fun. His hands itched to play with someone, but there was no one around. If he wasn't Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, badass extraordinaire, he would have pouted. He jumped over piles of rubbish and squatted down next to Envy's broken pieces. He poked a few before finding the eyeball.
"Good fucking job, shithead," he muttered. He kicked it with his feet. If the hommunculus could regenerate like he had fucking claimed, then Grimmjow had no reason to be worried. Not that he was. He'd wait for him to regenerate and be a pain in the ass again. In the meantime, the shinigami girl looked beaten and broken and defenseless and Grimmjow wasn't so high and mighty that he wasn't willing to let off some pent up aggression on her corpse.
He hopped up and walked towards her, gathered a large, heated ball of cero in his hand.
"You made it fucking cold, bitch. I could feel it from where I was standing. Let me warm you up." He blasted the cero in her shoulder once. Into her leg once. And into her back. It wasn't high-level enough to leave holes in her, but that was only because he didn't want to use up all the fun at once.
Grimmjow’s sudden presence was like a punch in the gut. Envy, Ichigo knew, Rukia would want to fight alone, but the idea of both of them ganging up on her at once made his chest tighten with fear even as his eyes blackened slightly with rage. That was not something he would have ever agreed to, and he suspected Rukia was smart enough not to as well. If they’d ambushed her...
He knew, halfway there, where he was going, where the fight would have taken place, and so he quickened his step and slid to a halt only when he arrived on the scene. The sight made his pause. Walls were waved in, ice coated several surfaces, and there was blood everywhere. Rukia’s blood, he realized a moment later, as he caught sight of the her cornered by an Arrancar. Grimmjow.
He didn’t even bother pulling on the mask. Being a Vaizard meant conquering your Hollow, using its powers for your own and training it to bend to your will. That wasn’t what he wanted, that wasn’t the one-time agreement he and the Hollow had made. At the sight of Rukia lying bloodied and broken, at the sight of her sword lying plain and unreleased beside her, the Hollow surged forward, mask half-formed over his face before bankai had completely turned his clothes black.
He was on them in an instant, dual rage quickening his already fast steps, between them, zanpakutou slicing through the air even as his left hand raised and formed a cero, aimed directly at Grimmjow’s chest, this was hardly the time to hold back. His vision was the Hollow’s and the Hollow’s was his and their voices melded together in a single hissed warning.
“Back off.”
Grimmjow had been cackling to himself, ready to pick up the girl and throw her against one of the last remaining walls when he felt a surge of reiatsu barreling towards him. It was familiar. Very familiar. He remembered a fight with that fucking Ichigo where despite all odds, the shithead had, for a minute, almost made him believe he had been defeated. He had pulled on a strange mask and his reiatsu had flared where it had been dying before. This was the same reiatsu he felt now and it was only when he turned around and saw the fucking kid on him that he thought to curse.
Grimmjow slid back as the zanpakutou cut, ignoring the shallow gash and, instead, formed his own ball of cero instantaneously in his hand to blast off against Ichigo's own. The two blasts hit one another with a resounding crash.
Coming back together hurt more than it should have, Envy noticed as soon as he had reformed enough to be alive again. His heart was pumping again and it was going too fast--it wanted his body to be warmed. Pieces slowly pulled themselves together and Envy was short of breath as he waited for the pieces of his body to melt and join the rest of him. Through the pain he could hear muffled sounds and he squinted up to see two people.
The first was Grimmjow and Envy was so shocked that he forgot about the pain. The bastard hadn't come to save him, had he? He was probably just there to poke around for some fun with Rukia. But the problem with that was Ichigo--no, his Hollow--was there, too. If Envy didn't want to die, he'd need to fucking hurry up and re-form.
The homunculus reached out with a pained grimace and scooped pieces of his body closer with the hand that was whole. Parts of his body were still missing as pieces melted from the ice they'd been frozen in to. Every last inch of his body ached and his movements were sluggish. The stones were bringing him back to life, but after that they wouldn't be able to do much else. And he couldn't even fucking see well because half of his face was still fucking missing.
Grimmjow and Ichigo's Hollow were fighting, and Envy knew this stupid fucking fandom. He knew who would win if they didn't get out of there.
The crashing cero sent out a sonic boom in both directions, but together Ichigo and the Hollow managed to keep the brunt of it from reaching Rukia’s prone form. The smoke cleared quickly, blown by the resulting winds, and out of the corner of their eye they could see movement. They recognized it as the homunculus, and part of the grin spreading over the Hollo’s face was Ichigo’s, even as a portion of him worried about what exactly he’d done to Rukia. There was no time to look now, though; he was standing with his sword extended, defensively, but only for a moment. He had no plans to let either of them by to hurt Rukia again.
“What’s the matter?” the Hollow cackled, golden eyes gleaming as they sought out the Arrancar’s. “Aren’t you going to attack?” And then he was, a blur as he leapt up and came down behind the Espada, on top of him, over his shoulder, Zangetsu arcing gracefully through the air as a black bit of Getsuga Tenshou slipped out and barreled toward’s Grimmjow and the ground.
"Fuck," Grimmjow growled as Ichigo's hollow leapt all around in a blur. It was fast. It was really fucking fast. He didn't have time to dodge the black spear of spiritual energy that was sent ripping at him and the shit burned and only made him angrier. Asshole.
Using sonido, he zipped out of the way of the psychotic half-hollow, if that's what it was. He skidded mid-air and formed another huge cero blast in his hand. "Don't need to attack shitfaces like you to fucking win."
He let the cero gathered a few more seconds until it was larger than his head before cackling wildly and flying down towards the kid and blasting it. If it didn't get him, it'd get the girl.
The Hollow realized that too, and let out a grunt of frustration as he was forced to land and brace his feet against the cement, blocking for the both of them instead of simply dodging, fuck, that would have been the perfect opening for the kill, too. But that was Rukia behind him and Shirayuki was beside her, a part of her, and no matter what he might have thought, this entire thing was pointless unless the both of them survived it.
When this cero cleared he lowered his sword to his side and glared at the hovering Arrancar, his frustration mingling with Ichigo’s anger at the low blow to make the reiatsu roll from them in furious waves. “Coward,” they hissed together, and Zangetsu had his say when he swiped a single clean cut and aimed another Getsuga Tenshou at the bastard’s chest, this one faster than before, more jagged. “If you’re going to fight us, at least come and make it hurt!”
Loathe to leave Rukia wide open for another attack, he kept his own in a straight line. The absence of weaving made it faster, and he raised his sword and swung it down on Grimmjow just after his other attack had reached him. He didn’t care if it wasn’t fair; the bastard could either draw and release for a real fight or he could die and let them move on to Envy. Envy, now, him they would take their time on.
By the time Envy had finally pulled himself completely back together, he was so exhausted that he could barely keep his eyes open. All of his wounds were gone again but the lingering ache was still there. When he tried to push himself up, he couldn't do it quickly, because it hurt. And it fucking felt like something was preventing him from moving much at all.
The air was warming thanks to all the blasts of cero and he could hear Grimmjow and Ichigo's Hollow taunting each other. There was no way Envy could get out of there on his own--he didn't even have enough strength to call up his Nobody and have it summon a portal for him to escape into.
Envy used a large chunk of debris near him to pull himself up to his feet, and as he did, his shoes kept sliding on the ground beneath him so that he nearly fell down again. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been this tired or sore. Not since he had been born.
And then Envy was up, clinging onto that chunk of concrete for dear life, because he could feel that last bit of strength leaving him so that he would collapse to the ground again. The Hollow would be able to kill him in one blow if it got past Grimmjow.
Of all the irritating little-- Grimmjow deflected the first black surge by Ichigo's sword by pumping another cero blast into it, but was caught unaware by the second one. Fuck. Fuck. He sonidoed quick enough to miss most of it, but it had been on the tail of the other blast so quickly that the edges still grazed his shoulder. It hurt like a bitch.
Fucking Ichigo and his fucking hollow. But that didn't matter, because nothing would get past Grimmjow Jeagerjacques. And he had been wanting a fight for a while. He had sonidoed to Ichigo close enough to bring out Pantera and have her blade swing out across that fucking mask when Envy moved.
The little piece of shit. This would make things more difficult.
"Keep looking over there and I'll cut your fucking mask off and make you look at me," Grimmjow hissed at the half-hollow, half-shinigami.
A flicker of movement and the Arrancar’s sword was blocked by Zangetsu’s edge not two inches from Ichigo’s masked eye. He also noticed the flicker of movement and glared; they were going to have to hurry if they didn’t want to fight them both at once. All the Hollow got out of it was an urge to make this quick; if he didn’t, he wouldn’t get to decimate that little Sin all by himself.
“Cut it off, then!” he taunted wildly. “You’re defending my real prey, Hollow, nothing can get rid of me till he’s gone! Cut me off and I’ll just grow back; let’s see if it’s the same for your empty fucking head!”
So the Espada could sonido; technically, so could he. He ducked and dropped his sword and let Grimmjow’s own weight throw his arm forward, but he was already far below it, under Grimmjow’s feet. He grabbed one and flung him down towards the ground, knowing he’d have to spiral at least once before righting himself again, blasting a cero after him before he’d have the chance to.
"It would be my fucking pleasure," Grimmjow taunted back before his words were swallowed as the Hollow grabbed his feet and swung him down. Shit. He spun trying to right himself and anticipated the cero blast that followed. It was a diversionary tactic to go after Envy and it pissed him off. Grimmjow swung up Pantera to cut the cero in half before spinning once and skidding backwards midair. He wouldn't hit the ground from such a half-assed attack.
It was his right to fight. He wanted to fucking fight. But fucking Envy was lying on the ground, barely able to move and it was distracting his opponent. He would be fucking damned if the final fight he had with that shit kid and his cocky Hollow would be one that was half-assed.
"Oy, Hollow," Grimmjow taunted, grinning. He loaded up another huge cero and this time aimed it down a little. He knew that the kid would cut the cero to protect the curl so, instead, he aimed it to the left at the already crumbling, unsteady wall above her. One blast and it would topple over, burying her body whether it was alive or already dead.
"See you in Hueco Mundo. I look forward to kicking your fucking ass." And then he let off the blast and sonidoed to Envy.
Envy tiredly glanced up to see Grimmjow and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Ulquiorra was someone he'd expect to help him, but not Grimmjow. The asshole was impulsive and wreckless and it was shocking as hell that he was actually going to leave the fight instead of staying there and continuing it. Grimmjow always wanted to fight.
Regardless, as soon as Grimmjow was within range, Envy grabbed onto him as tightly as his fingers would let him, and hoped the idiot could get them out of there before the Hollow rebounded.
"Fucking dumbass," Grimmjow grunted at Envy. He'd slow them down. Scowling again, he picked the hommunculus up, plopped him over his shoulder and opened the entrance to Hueco Mundo. He was cackling madly as he stepped inside, looking over his shoulder at the boy trying to save the girl even as it zipped shut.
Furious, both the Hollow and Ichigo dashed to intercept the cero, recognizing the cowardly attack for what it was. The Hollow roared in frustration when he recognized what Grimmjow was doing, clearing the cero quickly in order to fire blast after blast of Getsuga Tenshou in their wake, hoping even though he knew it unlikely that one of them would find their way through that doorway with them anyway. It was already gone, though, and the energy sailed off harmlessly into the distance.
Which left them alone with Rukia. Shit.
All three of them were furious. The Hollow had wanted a fight and Ichigo had wanted revenge and Zangetsu hadn’t even gotten the chance to cut anything. But they were gone and this wasn’t the time to see if they could open a door after them. There would be a next time, even if they had to chase them into Hueco Mundo to get it.
In the meantime, though, Rukia was lying there unmoving and both Ichigo and Zangetsu were too preoccupied with her for the Hollow to bother nudging them into anything else.
They landed beside her and knelt, golden eyes searching with a half-doctor’s medical expertise at all the wounds. Ichigo let the Hollow curse. She was barely alive, covered in blood, torn, bones broken, but she was breathing, even if it was shallow, and there was nothing more forefront in his mind at that moment than getting her to Inoue before it was too late. He could deal with the fear and worry once she was being healed. He’d move faster if he stayed in bankai.
He winced as he lifted her, her body unnaturally cold--from the ice, Zangetsu reminded him, but it was still frightening. He had to scoop up Shirayuki too, glad that she, at least, looked to be in better condition, because he had no idea how to fix any blade that wasn’t his own. He cradled her to his chest as unjarringly as he could and took off. She would be okay. She would. And when she was, Envy wouldn’t be. It was as simple as that.