{fic} Las Noches High - chapter four
Title: Las Noches High - chapter four
Author/Artist: taintedkibou
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow/Ichigo; other side pairings
Rating: PG-13 (R later?)
Genre: AU; high school
Disclaimer: I own the mangas that I purchased, but Kubo owns the characters.
Summary/Notes: Forced to transfer from school to school because of something he has no control over, Kurosaki Ichigo resigns himself to expulsion, only to find out he has one last choice: attend Las Noches High.
[ chapter one ] [ chapter two ] [ chapter three ]
The final push Ichigo needed to make his choice came at the end of his seven-day trial period. Before he could even enter the main building after being dropped off by Shawlong, Grimmjow blocked his path. “Oi, shinigami,” was drawled, the other’s lips drawn back in a sneer. “Decide yet? Gonna join that bastard and his drama club?”
“What if I say I want to join the dojo?”
“I’d say you’re out of your fuckin’ mind,” Grimmjow growled.
Ichigo moved up the stairs until he was one step below the glaring figure. With a smirk, he replied, “Then I’m out of my fuckin’ mind.”
Their school cases fell, drawing the attention of passing students trying to get into the building. Grimmjow had snatched the front of Ichigo’s uniform, and in retaliation, Ichigo had grabbed Grimmjow’s wrist.
“Since it’s my dojo, how ‘bout this? If you can win against me, I’ll let you join. You were sent here because of fighting, right? You should be good at it.” The fingers of his free hand curled into a fist, itching to beat the wide grin off Ichigo’s face. Grimmjow released him with a sharp push and bent to retrieve his school case. “Today. After school. If you give me any bullshit excu-”
“I’ll be there.” Ichigo fixed his jacket after having picked up his case. “Count on it.” To set foot in a dojo again would help him in conquering his fear of the past. His expression hardened as he climbed the stairs. There was no backing down now.
* * * * *
After his last class came to an end, Ichigo walked out to find Ulquiorra waiting for him. “There are other clubs,” the brunet stated.
Ichigo grinned. “Not sure if you’re concerned or not, but I’ll be okay. I’m not scared of Grimmjow, and I think this is the better choice for me.” Ichigo was more amused at the fact that his classroom had yet to empty; they were all waiting for him. Bidding Ulquiorra “later”, Ichigo headed off to his quest, a small percent of the student body following along behind him.
Ulquiorra glanced at the Student Council member that joined him. “Are you not affected by him? Could it be you’re a eunuch?” Szayel Aporro mused. He chuckled shortly after his own comment. “No. Even eunuchs should feel something. That boy’s begging to be violated.”
“We’re not to touch him,” Ulquiorra reminded the other.
“I suppose. Maybe you’re not affected because you only spread your legs for Aizen-sama?”
There was a brief flicker in Ulquiorra’s green eyes before he walked away. Szayel Aporro smirked.
* * * * *
Despite all he told Ulquiorra earlier, after tying the belt of his gi, Ichigo was overcome with the doubts he had buried. His breath grew short as images of his mother’s smiling face flashed through his mind’s eye. He clenched the ends of the belt tightly in his hands.
“Oi, shinigami. Stop-”
“Don’t call me that!” Ichigo shouted, glaring at the dojo manager with glistening eyes.
The sight threw Grimmjow off a bit, but he quickly recovered, falling into a stance. “Cry after you lose!”
Ichigo ducked to his right, the punch just barely grazing his left cheek. He stumbled backwards and his attacker followed, relentlessly throwing punch after punch, leaving him no time to recover. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed and he planted his bare feet on the mats, crossing his arms before his face to block another punch.
Teal eyes glared heatedly at him over the appendages. “You came here to fight me,” Grimmjow growled. “Not daydream!”
“I know that!” Ichigo pushed forward and began his own series of attacks, throwing in the many variations his father had shown him. By now, the crowd he brought along had doubled in size. Ichigo dropped his defense suddenly and let Grimmjow’s punch fall across his face. He smirked and released his own fist into Grimmjow’s stomach. Grimmjow sank to one knee. A stunned murmur ran trough the crowd. The fight was far from finished, however.
Expecting the low sweeper kick, Ichigo evaded. Grimmjow was also quick to react. He executed a hook kick that Ichigo managed to keep from making contact with the side of his head, but it drove him to the edge of the mats. At his back was the wall. Ichigo scowled and fell into an offensive stance; he wouldn’t be deterred.
“That’s quite enough.”
Grimmjow’s advance came to a halt at the familiar voice. Unlike everyone else, he looked away from Aizen Sousuke. Ichigo wiped a hand across his cheek, breathing heavily as he glared at the smiling man.
“It’s obvious, if given proper training, that he will come to surpass you, Grimmjow. Kurosaki-kun, I’m sure the martial arts club would enjoy having you join them. For now, let’s get you to the nurse so that doesn’t bruise too much.” Ichigo nodded, letting his gaze follow Grimmjow, who stalked off the mats.
* * * * *
Ichigo entered Hueco Mundo wearing a grin, a compress across his cheek and a band-aid where his lip had unfortunately been split. He spotted Nel easily, as she stood a few inches taller than the boys that crowded the counter to either cash in their winnings from certain games, or purchase tokens to start playing.
Nel’s face lit up when she spotted him and she yelled behind her before darting out from behind the counter. “Ichigo!” she exclaimed after reaching him and throwing her arms around him.
Ichigo laughed nervously, unsure of what would happen to his already nonexistent reputation. “Nel… How are you?”
“Great! I’m glad to see you made it. Let’s go walk Bawabawa!” Nel laughed, already dragging the teen toward the counter. Ichigo avoided looking at possible classmates as he was dragged by and into the back. “Onii-chan! I’ll be back!” The slim blond now at the counter waved a hand in acknowledgement. Bawabawa began barking excitedly after spotting the duo, tugging against his chains to get free.
Nel undid the clasp and laughed as the Doberman attacked her with loving licks. Ichigo was next. Bawabawa was on his hind legs, paws to his chest as he bestowed ‘kisses’ upon him. “I missed you too, I think,” Ichigo laughed, pushing the dog away. “Let’s go.” Bawabawa responded with an eager bark.
+ + +
Nel told the Doberman to have fun after they arrived at the park. Ichigo settled into a swing, hands still in the pockets of his school slacks. Nel sat in the swing beside him. “There’s something different about you today, Ichigo.” She pushed herself forward. “And I don’t mean that compress. Something good happen at school?”
“You could say that.” Ichigo looked down at the white sand beneath his feet, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I accomplished something today.”
“That’s great,” Nel cheered. Bawabawa barked in agreement, returning to digging his hole shortly after. “I never reached University. I got yanked out the escalator system,” Nel laughed softly, her hand leaving the swing’s chain to touch the scar on her forehead. “I never saw it coming… literally.”
“What happened?”
“It’s all real fuzzy. Coma and all. It was a classmate, former now.” Nel gave herself another small push, dragging her feet through the sand. “I excelled at things better than he did. I can fence, you know,” she giggled, grinning at the boy beside her. Ichigo smiled in return. “I don’t want to dwell on it too much, though, Ichigo!” Nel pushed off in her swing, legs outstretched. She tucked them as the swing moved backwards, stretching them out again as it headed forward. She repeated her actions and began to soar higher.
Ichigo faced forward, rocking himself back and forth with one leg. The chains beside him rattled and his eyes widened as he saw Nel was standing in her swing. “Nel…”
“Watch this, Ichigo!” With her swing and chain parallel to the ground, Nel leapt from the seat, performing a series of twists before landing, bended on one knee, in the sand. She stood, revealing a confident expression to the teen before a grin broke across her face. Las Noches was obviously a placed filled with raw talent. Why had he been accepted here?
* * * * *
Ichigo sank into the heated water with a low groan, his body thanking him for the relaxing comfort. Between his fight with Grimmjow and Nel’s deadly hugs, he was overly sore. The good thing was, he knew he would sleep soundly.
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As Ichigo had suspected, the reactions of the students varied. There were some that praised him for beating Grimmjow; some showed admiration towards how close he had become with the owner of Hueco Mundo; others glared at him over the same fact. None of it mattered.
Ichigo contemplated stealing away to the rooftop during lunch, but he didn’t want to earn an unnecessary brand of ‘delinquent’, if he didn’t already have it. The need for freedom won out over being crowded in the library and Ichigo took the stairwell to the roof. He stretched his arms, tucking them behind his head, and admired the view.
“Hey, second year!”
Ichigo dropped his arms, turning around. Seated atop the concrete tower the stairwell tower was built into was a large-nowhere near Yammi’s size, however-student he had never seen before. The gold eyes seemed to size him up. “You’re the one that forced Grimmjow’s hand, huh?” The brunet grinned, his eyes narrowing. “He inherited that dojo from Ggio, y’know.” He jumped down, crossing his arms over his chest. “Think you can win against us?”
“Avirama,” a soft voice spoke. A small figure stepped out from behind the short tower, his golden eyes more piercing and calculating than his friend’s. “We have no reason to fight him. Let’s go. Baraggan-sama might be looking for us.”
“Heh. I doubt it, but it doesn’t hurt to check.” Avirama grinned one last time at Ichigo. “You got saved. Enjoy your lunch!” With a laugh, he turned and led the way, the quiet third year following. Ggio glanced over his shoulder before disappearing into the stairwell, smirking at the orange-haired teen.
Ichigo surmised there would be a lot more challenges in the future, so it would be best to ignore them or accept them. He enjoyed the remainder of his lunchtime, heading back downstairs before the bell so he wouldn’t be late.
* * * * *
A handful of students were warned to stay away from Kurosaki Ichigo. Rather than a handful-only certain members of the student body. A ‘handful’ saw him as fair game. Attacks usually took place within the first two weeks after transferring schools, continuing on and off until he was forced to leave.
Ichigo had let his guard down. He was finally planning on stopping by the arcade with Di Roy, but had some ‘business’ to take care of. Having no way of ‘holding it’, his bladder demanded attention, and so he relieved it. Ichigo was leaving the restroom when he was pushed back in.
Two had entered and the first took a blow to the face. He smirked, rubbing his cheek. “That stings.” Ichigo had to use both hands to block the punch thrown at him, which left him open to the fist that was now buried in his gut from the second student. “This place might as well be a boy’s boarding school,” he sneered. “The girls are untouchable, and if they’re not…”
“Loly and Menoly,” the other snickered. “Or crazy like Cirucci.”
Ichigo’s knee rose as he straightened up from his doubled over position, but it was pushed back down, and he went sprawling on the tiled floor. There was a weight atop his already smarting abdomen and he squinted through one eye to see his attacker straddling him. “There’s something… inviting about you. So we’re taking that invitation!” He snatched Ichigo’s wrists, undoing his tie to tug it free, and tied them together.
“Stop, now,” Ichigo panted.
“Or what? You’ll call Grimmjow?”
“Why the hell would I call t-” Ichigo’s eyes widened and he stared up at the second student that knelt above his head. His hands were passed over and pinned to the floor above his head to ensure he was no longer a threat and his yells were muffled by the black tie forced into his mouth. This was bad-very bad. He had been double-teamed before, but never had they gotten the upper hand. Ichigo bucked his hips and kicked his legs in an attempt to throw the other off. Ichigo shouted against the cloth forced into his mouth, thrashing as his shirt was ripped open.
“Keep still!” The blow to his face stalled his movements, but he began again, with more vigor.
‘No!’ Eyes squeezed shut, Ichigo listened as his belt and pants were undone.
“We want you to enjoy this as much as we will.”
“Do we?”
“Not really.” The two students laughed.
Ichigo swallowed, breathing heavily through his nose. He forced his hips to stay grounded as he was grabbed through his boxer briefs. There was a loud crash in the distance that sounded like metal against metal. Ichigo’s eyelids fluttered open and his eyes widened as spotting the last person he’d ever expected to see in this situation.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez grinned maniacally, cracking the knuckles of his fisted hands. “He has new bruises and, as far as I know, neither of you are in my dojo.”
“Grimm…jow…”
The light blue eyes seemed to glow as Grimmjow’s grin widened. “You’re both already dead, so I should be able to enjoy myself, but… I’ll have to see that bastard if I fight here.” He scoffed, his grin falling to form a scowl. “Get out.” Ichigo’s arms were freed and the weight on his legs vanished; the duo darted out of the bathroom.
Grimmjow ‘tsk’ed softly, sinking into a crouch. He pulled Ichigo’s hands forward, undoing the knots in the tie to set them free. “Pathetic. Di Roy came crying to me that you hadn’t show up to go to Hueco Mundo. I heard some students complaining about going to the third floor bathroom. I came by to check things out…” Ichigo reached up, removing the tie from his mouth. He coughed, inhaling deeply. “Fix yourself up,” Grimmjow muttered, rising from his stooped position. “The nurse is gone for the day, but you can visit the infirmary tomorrow.”
“Why do you care?” Ichigo muttered, pulling his pants back up. “I’m just another problem you want to get rid of.”
“If you see that bastard shinigami, tell him I want a rematch so I can kick his ass.”
“Stop calling me that…”
“You’re not him. You’re not even fit to enter the dojo!” Grimmjow walked out without looking back, hands buried in his pants pocket.
Ichigo lifted his gaze from his torn shirt to the open door. Said door was dented. The cause was from the blunt force of the hallway trash receptacle being beat against it. The door latch and a portion of the wall had been broken away. Ichigo laughed dryly, pushing himself onto his feet. With his jacket buttoned up all the way, torn shirt hidden, he walked out of the empty school building, never more glad to see Shawlong.
A/N: …sleepy *reading yaoi mangas in the background*
[ chapter five ] [ chapter six ] [ chapter seven ] [ chapter eight ] [ chapter nine ] [ chapter ten ] [ chapter eleven ] [ chapter twelve ] [ chapter thirteen ] [ chapter fourteen ] [ chapter fifteen ] [ chapter sixteen ] [ chapter seventeen ] [ chapter eighteen ] [ chapter nineteen ] [ chapter twenty ] [ chapter twenty-one ] [ chapter twenty-two ] [ chapter twenty-three ][ chapter twenty-four ]
Author/Artist: taintedkibou
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow/Ichigo; other side pairings
Rating: PG-13 (R later?)
Genre: AU; high school
Disclaimer: I own the mangas that I purchased, but Kubo owns the characters.
Summary/Notes: Forced to transfer from school to school because of something he has no control over, Kurosaki Ichigo resigns himself to expulsion, only to find out he has one last choice: attend Las Noches High.
[ chapter one ] [ chapter two ] [ chapter three ]
The final push Ichigo needed to make his choice came at the end of his seven-day trial period. Before he could even enter the main building after being dropped off by Shawlong, Grimmjow blocked his path. “Oi, shinigami,” was drawled, the other’s lips drawn back in a sneer. “Decide yet? Gonna join that bastard and his drama club?”
“What if I say I want to join the dojo?”
“I’d say you’re out of your fuckin’ mind,” Grimmjow growled.
Ichigo moved up the stairs until he was one step below the glaring figure. With a smirk, he replied, “Then I’m out of my fuckin’ mind.”
Their school cases fell, drawing the attention of passing students trying to get into the building. Grimmjow had snatched the front of Ichigo’s uniform, and in retaliation, Ichigo had grabbed Grimmjow’s wrist.
“Since it’s my dojo, how ‘bout this? If you can win against me, I’ll let you join. You were sent here because of fighting, right? You should be good at it.” The fingers of his free hand curled into a fist, itching to beat the wide grin off Ichigo’s face. Grimmjow released him with a sharp push and bent to retrieve his school case. “Today. After school. If you give me any bullshit excu-”
“I’ll be there.” Ichigo fixed his jacket after having picked up his case. “Count on it.” To set foot in a dojo again would help him in conquering his fear of the past. His expression hardened as he climbed the stairs. There was no backing down now.
* * * * *
After his last class came to an end, Ichigo walked out to find Ulquiorra waiting for him. “There are other clubs,” the brunet stated.
Ichigo grinned. “Not sure if you’re concerned or not, but I’ll be okay. I’m not scared of Grimmjow, and I think this is the better choice for me.” Ichigo was more amused at the fact that his classroom had yet to empty; they were all waiting for him. Bidding Ulquiorra “later”, Ichigo headed off to his quest, a small percent of the student body following along behind him.
Ulquiorra glanced at the Student Council member that joined him. “Are you not affected by him? Could it be you’re a eunuch?” Szayel Aporro mused. He chuckled shortly after his own comment. “No. Even eunuchs should feel something. That boy’s begging to be violated.”
“We’re not to touch him,” Ulquiorra reminded the other.
“I suppose. Maybe you’re not affected because you only spread your legs for Aizen-sama?”
There was a brief flicker in Ulquiorra’s green eyes before he walked away. Szayel Aporro smirked.
* * * * *
Despite all he told Ulquiorra earlier, after tying the belt of his gi, Ichigo was overcome with the doubts he had buried. His breath grew short as images of his mother’s smiling face flashed through his mind’s eye. He clenched the ends of the belt tightly in his hands.
“Oi, shinigami. Stop-”
“Don’t call me that!” Ichigo shouted, glaring at the dojo manager with glistening eyes.
The sight threw Grimmjow off a bit, but he quickly recovered, falling into a stance. “Cry after you lose!”
Ichigo ducked to his right, the punch just barely grazing his left cheek. He stumbled backwards and his attacker followed, relentlessly throwing punch after punch, leaving him no time to recover. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed and he planted his bare feet on the mats, crossing his arms before his face to block another punch.
Teal eyes glared heatedly at him over the appendages. “You came here to fight me,” Grimmjow growled. “Not daydream!”
“I know that!” Ichigo pushed forward and began his own series of attacks, throwing in the many variations his father had shown him. By now, the crowd he brought along had doubled in size. Ichigo dropped his defense suddenly and let Grimmjow’s punch fall across his face. He smirked and released his own fist into Grimmjow’s stomach. Grimmjow sank to one knee. A stunned murmur ran trough the crowd. The fight was far from finished, however.
Expecting the low sweeper kick, Ichigo evaded. Grimmjow was also quick to react. He executed a hook kick that Ichigo managed to keep from making contact with the side of his head, but it drove him to the edge of the mats. At his back was the wall. Ichigo scowled and fell into an offensive stance; he wouldn’t be deterred.
“That’s quite enough.”
Grimmjow’s advance came to a halt at the familiar voice. Unlike everyone else, he looked away from Aizen Sousuke. Ichigo wiped a hand across his cheek, breathing heavily as he glared at the smiling man.
“It’s obvious, if given proper training, that he will come to surpass you, Grimmjow. Kurosaki-kun, I’m sure the martial arts club would enjoy having you join them. For now, let’s get you to the nurse so that doesn’t bruise too much.” Ichigo nodded, letting his gaze follow Grimmjow, who stalked off the mats.
* * * * *
Ichigo entered Hueco Mundo wearing a grin, a compress across his cheek and a band-aid where his lip had unfortunately been split. He spotted Nel easily, as she stood a few inches taller than the boys that crowded the counter to either cash in their winnings from certain games, or purchase tokens to start playing.
Nel’s face lit up when she spotted him and she yelled behind her before darting out from behind the counter. “Ichigo!” she exclaimed after reaching him and throwing her arms around him.
Ichigo laughed nervously, unsure of what would happen to his already nonexistent reputation. “Nel… How are you?”
“Great! I’m glad to see you made it. Let’s go walk Bawabawa!” Nel laughed, already dragging the teen toward the counter. Ichigo avoided looking at possible classmates as he was dragged by and into the back. “Onii-chan! I’ll be back!” The slim blond now at the counter waved a hand in acknowledgement. Bawabawa began barking excitedly after spotting the duo, tugging against his chains to get free.
Nel undid the clasp and laughed as the Doberman attacked her with loving licks. Ichigo was next. Bawabawa was on his hind legs, paws to his chest as he bestowed ‘kisses’ upon him. “I missed you too, I think,” Ichigo laughed, pushing the dog away. “Let’s go.” Bawabawa responded with an eager bark.
+ + +
Nel told the Doberman to have fun after they arrived at the park. Ichigo settled into a swing, hands still in the pockets of his school slacks. Nel sat in the swing beside him. “There’s something different about you today, Ichigo.” She pushed herself forward. “And I don’t mean that compress. Something good happen at school?”
“You could say that.” Ichigo looked down at the white sand beneath his feet, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I accomplished something today.”
“That’s great,” Nel cheered. Bawabawa barked in agreement, returning to digging his hole shortly after. “I never reached University. I got yanked out the escalator system,” Nel laughed softly, her hand leaving the swing’s chain to touch the scar on her forehead. “I never saw it coming… literally.”
“What happened?”
“It’s all real fuzzy. Coma and all. It was a classmate, former now.” Nel gave herself another small push, dragging her feet through the sand. “I excelled at things better than he did. I can fence, you know,” she giggled, grinning at the boy beside her. Ichigo smiled in return. “I don’t want to dwell on it too much, though, Ichigo!” Nel pushed off in her swing, legs outstretched. She tucked them as the swing moved backwards, stretching them out again as it headed forward. She repeated her actions and began to soar higher.
Ichigo faced forward, rocking himself back and forth with one leg. The chains beside him rattled and his eyes widened as he saw Nel was standing in her swing. “Nel…”
“Watch this, Ichigo!” With her swing and chain parallel to the ground, Nel leapt from the seat, performing a series of twists before landing, bended on one knee, in the sand. She stood, revealing a confident expression to the teen before a grin broke across her face. Las Noches was obviously a placed filled with raw talent. Why had he been accepted here?
* * * * *
Ichigo sank into the heated water with a low groan, his body thanking him for the relaxing comfort. Between his fight with Grimmjow and Nel’s deadly hugs, he was overly sore. The good thing was, he knew he would sleep soundly.
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As Ichigo had suspected, the reactions of the students varied. There were some that praised him for beating Grimmjow; some showed admiration towards how close he had become with the owner of Hueco Mundo; others glared at him over the same fact. None of it mattered.
Ichigo contemplated stealing away to the rooftop during lunch, but he didn’t want to earn an unnecessary brand of ‘delinquent’, if he didn’t already have it. The need for freedom won out over being crowded in the library and Ichigo took the stairwell to the roof. He stretched his arms, tucking them behind his head, and admired the view.
“Hey, second year!”
Ichigo dropped his arms, turning around. Seated atop the concrete tower the stairwell tower was built into was a large-nowhere near Yammi’s size, however-student he had never seen before. The gold eyes seemed to size him up. “You’re the one that forced Grimmjow’s hand, huh?” The brunet grinned, his eyes narrowing. “He inherited that dojo from Ggio, y’know.” He jumped down, crossing his arms over his chest. “Think you can win against us?”
“Avirama,” a soft voice spoke. A small figure stepped out from behind the short tower, his golden eyes more piercing and calculating than his friend’s. “We have no reason to fight him. Let’s go. Baraggan-sama might be looking for us.”
“Heh. I doubt it, but it doesn’t hurt to check.” Avirama grinned one last time at Ichigo. “You got saved. Enjoy your lunch!” With a laugh, he turned and led the way, the quiet third year following. Ggio glanced over his shoulder before disappearing into the stairwell, smirking at the orange-haired teen.
Ichigo surmised there would be a lot more challenges in the future, so it would be best to ignore them or accept them. He enjoyed the remainder of his lunchtime, heading back downstairs before the bell so he wouldn’t be late.
* * * * *
A handful of students were warned to stay away from Kurosaki Ichigo. Rather than a handful-only certain members of the student body. A ‘handful’ saw him as fair game. Attacks usually took place within the first two weeks after transferring schools, continuing on and off until he was forced to leave.
Ichigo had let his guard down. He was finally planning on stopping by the arcade with Di Roy, but had some ‘business’ to take care of. Having no way of ‘holding it’, his bladder demanded attention, and so he relieved it. Ichigo was leaving the restroom when he was pushed back in.
Two had entered and the first took a blow to the face. He smirked, rubbing his cheek. “That stings.” Ichigo had to use both hands to block the punch thrown at him, which left him open to the fist that was now buried in his gut from the second student. “This place might as well be a boy’s boarding school,” he sneered. “The girls are untouchable, and if they’re not…”
“Loly and Menoly,” the other snickered. “Or crazy like Cirucci.”
Ichigo’s knee rose as he straightened up from his doubled over position, but it was pushed back down, and he went sprawling on the tiled floor. There was a weight atop his already smarting abdomen and he squinted through one eye to see his attacker straddling him. “There’s something… inviting about you. So we’re taking that invitation!” He snatched Ichigo’s wrists, undoing his tie to tug it free, and tied them together.
“Stop, now,” Ichigo panted.
“Or what? You’ll call Grimmjow?”
“Why the hell would I call t-” Ichigo’s eyes widened and he stared up at the second student that knelt above his head. His hands were passed over and pinned to the floor above his head to ensure he was no longer a threat and his yells were muffled by the black tie forced into his mouth. This was bad-very bad. He had been double-teamed before, but never had they gotten the upper hand. Ichigo bucked his hips and kicked his legs in an attempt to throw the other off. Ichigo shouted against the cloth forced into his mouth, thrashing as his shirt was ripped open.
“Keep still!” The blow to his face stalled his movements, but he began again, with more vigor.
‘No!’ Eyes squeezed shut, Ichigo listened as his belt and pants were undone.
“We want you to enjoy this as much as we will.”
“Do we?”
“Not really.” The two students laughed.
Ichigo swallowed, breathing heavily through his nose. He forced his hips to stay grounded as he was grabbed through his boxer briefs. There was a loud crash in the distance that sounded like metal against metal. Ichigo’s eyelids fluttered open and his eyes widened as spotting the last person he’d ever expected to see in this situation.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez grinned maniacally, cracking the knuckles of his fisted hands. “He has new bruises and, as far as I know, neither of you are in my dojo.”
“Grimm…jow…”
The light blue eyes seemed to glow as Grimmjow’s grin widened. “You’re both already dead, so I should be able to enjoy myself, but… I’ll have to see that bastard if I fight here.” He scoffed, his grin falling to form a scowl. “Get out.” Ichigo’s arms were freed and the weight on his legs vanished; the duo darted out of the bathroom.
Grimmjow ‘tsk’ed softly, sinking into a crouch. He pulled Ichigo’s hands forward, undoing the knots in the tie to set them free. “Pathetic. Di Roy came crying to me that you hadn’t show up to go to Hueco Mundo. I heard some students complaining about going to the third floor bathroom. I came by to check things out…” Ichigo reached up, removing the tie from his mouth. He coughed, inhaling deeply. “Fix yourself up,” Grimmjow muttered, rising from his stooped position. “The nurse is gone for the day, but you can visit the infirmary tomorrow.”
“Why do you care?” Ichigo muttered, pulling his pants back up. “I’m just another problem you want to get rid of.”
“If you see that bastard shinigami, tell him I want a rematch so I can kick his ass.”
“Stop calling me that…”
“You’re not him. You’re not even fit to enter the dojo!” Grimmjow walked out without looking back, hands buried in his pants pocket.
Ichigo lifted his gaze from his torn shirt to the open door. Said door was dented. The cause was from the blunt force of the hallway trash receptacle being beat against it. The door latch and a portion of the wall had been broken away. Ichigo laughed dryly, pushing himself onto his feet. With his jacket buttoned up all the way, torn shirt hidden, he walked out of the empty school building, never more glad to see Shawlong.
A/N: …sleepy *reading yaoi mangas in the background*
[ chapter five ] [ chapter six ] [ chapter seven ] [ chapter eight ] [ chapter nine ] [ chapter ten ] [ chapter eleven ] [ chapter twelve ] [ chapter thirteen ] [ chapter fourteen ] [ chapter fifteen ] [ chapter sixteen ] [ chapter seventeen ] [ chapter eighteen ] [ chapter nineteen ] [ chapter twenty ] [ chapter twenty-one ] [ chapter twenty-two ] [ chapter twenty-three ][ chapter twenty-four ]