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AGE / GENDER / HOMEWORLD
ABOUT YOU. ASPIRATIONS. ABILITIES. LOOKING FOR? FEARS. OCCUPATION. ISSUES WITH? MONSTER AFFINITIES IF ANY. ETC.
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( you don't even want to fight him. why're you here? )
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（ kurosaki ichigo, certified ameriboo, has absolutely seen that movie thank u, even if the entirety of marla singer's existence has possibly scarred him for life. ）
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even if i did they gotta be able to at least withstand me in a fight
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try not to kill anybody.
and don't eat them.
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( 🖕🖕🖕 )
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i'll fight you when and wherever you want.
but only if you don't kill anyone. otherwise the deal's off the table.
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but you ain't foolin' him, kurosaki. )
cut the crap
i'm not fighting you the way you are now
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i'm not interested in someone who's just gonna enter a battle halfhearted
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halfhearted or not i can still kick your ass.
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IS THAT RIGHT?
THEN LET'S FIGHT RIGHT NOW
( he's going to make him eat his words. )
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ichigo's sitting on a crumbled hunk of marble when grimmjow finds him, zangetsu's first release form dug tip-down into the ground, its long tang against his shoulder, the cloth wrapping catching just enough breeze to stir.
his emotions are a tangled wreck, but it's clear he actually does want to fight — despair and grief and anger have given way to bloodlust, because the path before him always becomes clearer when he's spilt blood to carve the way. he doesn't even speak, grimmjow just shows up and ichigo uses shunpo to close the distance, swinging zangetsu down in a scything arc.
no hollow mask, but he's both stronger and faster without it now than he ever was fighting grimmjow before. there's a very real part of him that doesn't want to show mercy, that just wants to beat him into the dirt right here. he's angry they're both here, angry grimmjow's goading him, angry that they accidentally became soulmates somefuckinghow, angry he can't go home, he's just so fucking furious and it comes out in the swing and his monstrous reiatsu, thrumming in the atmosphere like the choking roil of ozone before a lightning strike. ）
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his defeat in hueco mundo still gnaws at the back of his mind, along with the last few words the boy had said to him before nnoitra interrupted them. he doesn't want to admit it, but it stuck with him. it's an unspoken promise between them, one he is going to ensure will be kept.
he hasn't been very persistent lately though. the human is... sad. dispirited. down. he may not know the exact reason for it, but he imagines it must have been a shock for the boy to find himself dead (or allegedly dead). grimmjow isn't the type to cheer someone up when they've been beaten down, so he's a little out of his depths on what to do with ichigo. if it wasn't for the pesky effects of the soulbond, he wouldn't be as conscientious of it as he is now.
he thought it would be good to offer the boy some space to work out his issues, which is why he's diverged his focus away from him and onto the other restless in this world. they would be a decent enough pastime until kurosaki gets back to normal. surprise, surprise that his consideration would somehow lead him straight into battle with the only opponent that truly matters to him. it seems grimmjow has a limit to how considerate he can be, especially when provoked.
he barely has any time to react when ichigo brings zangetsu down on him. by sheer instinct, pantera manifests in his hand and he manages to block the blow. a cumbersome chill crashes down on him from the immense spiritual pressure as their swords clash. ) YOU'VE GROWN A LOT, BOY. ( he's surprised by how much, yes; but the excitement in his tone is palpable. ) SHOW ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. ( two years. it has been two years for ichigo since their last battle. as arrogant as he is, grimmjow isn't enough of a fool to think that he could overpower him when he has yet to increase his own power and prowess. but he wants to gauge the gap in their strengths, so he can know with absolute certainty what his target goal should be and how hard he's gonna have to fuckin' work to catch up with him. )
HAHAHA. ( he can feel ichigo's anger surge through him, a heated wave of emotions that lap at his skin. ) YOU'RE MAD, HUH? ( leaping back with an unfettered grin, grimmjow creates some distance between them as a reddish beam of light forms in the palm of his left hand. ) HOW PATHETIC.
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with that grip still intact, he pivots and promptly kicks grimmjow through a solid stone archway of the mausoleum, the force of the blow cutting a swath through the crumbling buildings. grimmjow's delight, felt like the lick of flame through their unwitting bond, only drives that deep dark part of him further into frenzy. one of his sclera blitzes to yellow-black, and he laughs as he follows the damage to where grimmjow is just climbing out from beneath several tonnes of rock.
h̸͈̋ǘ̶̹r̷̩͝t̵̯͆ ̸̭͝h̴̘̕ï̷͇ḿ̸͎ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ᴴᴵᴹ ＨＵＲＴ ＨＩＭ
he doesn't even need zangetsu. he wraps one hand around grimmjow's throat and he can feel it, that filament of a total loss of control as it wends through his mind and snaps tight like a garrotte. it's been year since he felt like this, since his vasto lorde form ripped ulquiorra to pieces above the canopy of las noches, since he wanted to kill so badly he could taste it —
(he should fight the descent.
he doesn't.)
because it feels good, it feels fucking good to just let loose, to follow through on that offer he'd made all those years ago, to fight him over and over again forever — well, they're here, aren't they? dead, or as close as arrancar can ever come to it. let's see what forever looks like from this side.
— whatever follows, he has no clear memory of. flashes of laughter that's high and wild, the taste of blood in his teeth (his own? grimmjow's? he has no idea) and when the smoke clears they've rent a new schism in the earth and he feels empty and entirely spent, not an ounce of reiatsu to his name, his shihakusho in tatters. he's on his knees beside grimmjow, who looks — like a fucking mess, and neither of their swords are anywhere in sight.
he fades in and out of awareness like that, blood running into the earth, but eventually he gets up, hefts grimmjow across his shoulder and just. starts to walk. he doesn't have a real destination in mind, but ultimately he winds up at the door with his name on it, and he hauls grimmjow inside, puts him down on the bed. his mind is almost blissfully empty of thought as he goes through the motions of bandaging him up the way his dad had shown him from the time he was young — espada are tough, and unless the reduction in their power levels crops up permanently, they'll both recover.
he misses orihime in that moment, so badly he can't breathe.
whenever grimmjow wakes up, he'll find ichigo kneeling beside the bed, arms folded, cushioning his head. completely passed out, because. yeah, that was a Lot. ）
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he didn't expect the gap to be this wide, yet before he could register what was happening and react to it, he was getting flung around like a rag doll. forced into the defensive, he could only do so much to shield himself from the rapid attacks, his hierro barely managing to keep him from sustaining critical damage to his body. at a certain point, a disconcerting thought enters his mind: from the moment they started fighting, not once has he been on the offensive.
he doesn't know how long the battle was fought or when it exactly took place during it, but he soon lost consciousness. the last memory he has is of the sharp whistle of wind in his ears as he fell, his vision growing hazy and the world gradually fading to pitch black.
when he awoke next, he was no longer outside in the cold, dreary landscape of the shadowlands but somewhere warm and quiet.
his body felt heavy like it was crushed beneath several tons of steel beams. ignoring the cacophony of pain strumming through various parts of him in a continuous offbeat crescendo, grimmjow forces his eyes open and pushes up onto his elbows to get a bearing on where he is.
the split caricature of karakura town and the soul society mashed together tells him that he is back in ichigo's room.
the boy must have carried him here. what a soft-hearted fool. speaking of said fool, he can hear his steady breathing beside him. grimmjow glances down at a bed of spiky orange hair before he shifts his gaze over to the bandages covering his wounds.
damnit.
pitiful. pitiful pitiful pitiful. he hated ichigo's kindness. hated his sympathy. hated the way he left him behind, growing stronger all on his own. he wanted to kill him for it, to hurt him as much as he has hurt him. he could do it now, while he sleeps so blissfully unaware next to him. it would serve him right too, for inviting a beast into his home.
if he eats him, his powers are bound to soar to new lengths and even greater heights.
but instead, grimmjow allows his arms to give way and he flops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling expressionless. seconds tick pass. he turns his face to look at the boy. then without much ado, he curls his left hand into a fist, lifts it up and bonks him right on top of his stupid ass head. )
WAKE UP. You're pissin' me off!
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he bled all over the sheet, and it stuck to him, so he doesn't get very far before he's yelping in the sort of pain you only get once the adrenaline wears off. this is?? the worst??? grumpily, as he's trying to peel the sheet off a bloody weal that he didn't so much as bother to clean — ）
Ow! What the hell was that for?!
（ ow! stuck to the sheet! everything is suffering and hates this! so much! ）
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grimmjow doesn't even want to look at him, sheer disdain written all over his face as he watches his animated... everything. )
Shut up! I said you're pissin' me off. ( his brows furrow together. ) Look at you. Can't even fuckin' take care of yourself! GO BANDAGE YOURSELF UP. YOU'RE BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE.
( idiot. moron. stupid. dumbass. )
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（ he successfully extricates his arm from the sheet, haha, take that stupid congealed blood! ）
I'll bandage myself up when I'm good and ready!
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he takes his time with showering the rest of his shihakusho from all the places it's affixed to the injuries dotting his torso. he didn't feel them as pantera bit in, he'd been too... gone. he takes his time, standing under the water for a long, long time, until the blood's stopped sluicing off with the water, and then he bandages himself up too. mostly. the last one he can't reach, down across one shoulder blade. so he just shrugs and leaves it alone, pulls a fresh t-shirt over his head and heads back out. there isn't much food here, most of what he's gotten taken from stygia, but he grabs a couple apples and goes to sit one stubbornly down beside grimmjow. ）
Can you eat this?
（ he has no idea what hollows eat that's not other hollows. so. have an apple. maybe. ）
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blue eyes slide over to the apple. )
No. ( well, yes. he can eat it, but it wouldn't do much for him. it certainly won't make him heal faster. )
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Has there been anything here you can eat? I'll go get it for you.
( if grimmjow says a goddamn word about this being about sympathy or pity... he's going to flip the bed. )
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