WHO: Grimmjow & Ichigo
WHERE: Top of the
George Washington Bridge lol.
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: Ichigo & Grimmjow's Mobile Swear Word Zone, and some violence
SUMMARY: Deal with the arrancat means Grimmy is beating the Berry into shape.
FORMAT: Para to start, then probably quick log?
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Skyscrapers, Stargazers in my head )
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Shiro looks down at his pretty much unconscious other. Was the red-head scared of him? No doubt. Scared of his dark power, scared of what it might do to him. But Shiro knew something Ichigo apparently didn't; that Ichigo DID have the power to control him. He had enough power, seven times over. He just didn't know it, didn't believe in himself. His own self-doubt was the only thing allowing Shiro to have as much control as he did.
The Hollow had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, he wanted to keep Ichigo down, keep him scared. He would keep his power, that way. Remain top dog. But he was also curious; just how strong would the boy be if he weren't held back by his fear? He could take on the world, and win ( ... )
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Shiro lays a hand, none too gently, on Ichigo's shoulder and pushes him down to the ground. His face doesn't have it's usual grin; instead it looks like he's fighting to stay conscious as well. The pain is unbelievable, and none of it is even his. He squats next to his other and opens the other's robe, pulling out the remnants of the Hollow mask that had blocked Grimmjow's gut busting knee-jab. He examines them, turning the terribly cracked thing over in his hands, then allows the mask to vanish.
"Grimmjow 'parently don't know what 'training' means. Your ass got kicked, King. Big time. Tch. I think 'I told you so's are in order, but what'd be the point right now?"
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He looked off to the side as Shiro examines the mask, feeling embarrassed and useless. Not only was he unable to even so much as scratch Grimmjow, but Shiro had to jump in and save him... Again.
"Where did he go?" He couldn't do anything like this, and he knew that Shiro was right, but he was still too stubborn to admit it. "I knew what I was getting into... I'm going to fight him again once I've recovered."
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He tears off some of his shihakusho and walks a few steps over to the river which is, thankfully, fairly clean and cool. He soaks the makeshift rag and starts cleaning some of the blood from Ichigo's wounds. Not gently. Ichigo doesn't deserve that much, for being so stupid.
"He ran off, I assume ta find Inoue to heal his hand. Which is where yer goin' once I get you cleaned up. She sees you as bloody as you are, she'll flip her shit. Though even if I clean off all the blood, you'll still look like shit." The Hollow barks out a humorless, reverberating laugh, "Tch! Are ya now! Well you go right ahead, but like I told you. It's a problem for me if you die! So I'll keep on doing what I did." He wanted to add something else, but decided against it.
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Ichigo hissed when the cold wet cloth ran over his open wounds. They stung, and as Shiro roughly cleaned him, it only made it more obvious how messed up he was. His entire body was sore and bruised, and whenever Shiro pressed down on a particularly damaged area, Ichigo groaned pitifully. It really hurt now that he was thinking about it, and he wasn't sure he would even be able to stay conscious from just the total culmination of his pain.
"Can't you just take me to the clinic instead?" He spoke softly, it even hurt to talk. "I'll see her later, but if they can do anything first... I don't to make her worry about me..."
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"Ya've stopped bleeding now, at least, though you've lost at least a half a pint, maybe more. And no, we ain't goin' to the clinic. It's too far," he tilts his head and leans down, sliding his hands under Ichigo's back and under his knees and lifting. "She's going to worry about ya either way, dumbass, so what's the difference? Goddamn yer heavy. Jeez.... anyway... That damn cat should be patched up by the time we get there and long gone."
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"I don't think I can stay awake until we get there," He whispered, feeling himself already starting to lose consciousness again, his eyes blurring as he looked up at the hollow, trying to keep his scowl and his eyes looking cold. "Thanks..." He leaned his head against Shiro's chest, bracing himself for the inevitable surge of pain when the other moved.
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But like hell the Hollow was going to let his other, his bread and butter, rot there by the river. "Tch, I knew that. Go to sleep, idiot." Shiro pulled the other close to his chest, but no so close as to aggravate his broken ribs. He blinked a bit when Ichigo actually thanked him... he was probably just delirious. "Hold tight, aibou."
He used one echo step to get back to the top of the bridge, trying not to move as much as possible. Looking around, he found the shortest route towards home.
And took it.
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