Lost in las noches
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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5
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3,976
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Lost in las noches
A/N: This was the very first fic I ever wrote in english, a couple of months ago. I'm pretty happy with the results, so I hope you enjoy it, and let me know your opinions, they are all important to me ^^
After all, she had to admit she got lost in Las Noches. There was no trace on any of her friends, nor foes... She was all alone.
She had been fighting the Novena Espada almost til' death, but had managed to survive and keep searching. She was wounded and tired and she felt sick, but she had to find her friends, to find and rescue Inoue, to face Aizen and to save the Soul Society... The petit Shinigami was so absentmindedly when she, finally, felt his reiatsu... It was too late to hide. She was in no condition to fight, but she couldn't help but to confront the owner of that strangely familiar reiatsu. Surprise filled her penetrant eyes when a tall and well-formed man with blue spiky hair appeared, wearing a big smile and looking at her intensely. Rukia was having a bad feeling... a very bad feeling about this... 'Why the hell are you staring at me like that?' Rukia's eyes were full of hatred, remembering what that Espada had done to her recently. 'Well, well, lil' Shinigami' Grimmjow teased her, getting closer to Rukia, who was stepping back as he approached her. 'So we meet again' A huge smirk crossed his face, making him look much more dangerous and sadistic. Rukia stopped as her back hit the wall. She lifted her sword then, trying to keep that blue haired man away from her.Grimmjow chuckled, enjoying her fear... Surely she was feeling his power... and she'd feel so weak... She was all bruised up and yet she looked strangely beautiful, with her messy hair, her torn clothes, her deep violet-blue eyes piercing him like daggers... 'Shit, bitch, you look so fucking hot, did cha know that?' said the Sexta Espada, licking his lips viciously. 'You know I've been thinkin' 'bout ya since the day I stabbed you with my bare hand!' he confessed, getting dangerously close to the Shinigami. 'Don't move, hollow' Rukia warned him, raising her sword again, until it touched Grimmjow's jaw. Suddenly, he was so infuriated that his reiatsu greatly increased, and Rukia covered her face, protecting it against the wind, full of sand and pebbles. 'Don't you dare to call me hollow again, bitch, or you'll regret it...' The Espada threatened her, attempting to take her sword by the edge with his bare hands. Rukia reacted inmediately. 'Tsugi no mai. Hakuren' Grimmjow was so distracted thanks to his anger that he couldn't dodge the icy attack.
'Tsk, stupid hollow' spat Rukia, changing her position to start another dance with Sode No Shirayuki. She was going to make sure this Espada won't bother anyone with his sadistic ways of fun... 'I've told you not to CALL ME HOLLOW FUCKIN' BITCH!' Bellowed the blue eyed man, breaking the ice that imprisoned him into thousand pieces. Rukia's eyes widened in shock. She wasn't expecting he'd get out that easily. 'Too bad' the man stated, grabbing her head with steel fingers, and feeling her blood coming out, leaking his hand. Before she could react, Rukia was brutally thrown away She heard how Grimmjow guffawed while flying across the aisle. Her head was about to being crushed against the wall, but the blue haired man hold her by her ankle at the very last second and slammed her against the floor. 'Aaaaah...' she didn't want to show any sign of pain, but failed when Grimmjow lifted her and tossed her against a broken wall, which completely fell down. Grimmjow was grabbing her hakama's collar, so she didn't fall down like the wall did. But she was about to pass out, feeling all dizzy, warm blood covering her head and her back.. Where the hell had her Zanpakutou ended? 'Is useless, bitch. You're totally defeated... I can do wha'eva I want to ya' the Espada stated, enjoying the sensation of subduing the proud, beautiful and fragile-looking Shinigami. He admitted to himself that she was awakening his most sadistic and vicious side... He could barely control himself... he just wanted to grab her, make her bleed, rip her clothes and fuck her wildly until she was passed out. Rukia looked up and met his gaze... Determination of not to show fear was in her cold eyes. Grimmjow noticed it, and he had to admit that she was a hard nut, despite her appearance. Well, that's good, he thought, if so, she would endure all he had for her... 'Little Shinigami' he said, almost softly. 'We are goin' to have so much fun, aren't we?' 'M-my n-name is K-Kuchiki Rukia, not little S-Shinigami' she stammered, fighting to stay conscious. Her dizziness was increasing, making her sleepy and confused. It's cold, she thought, don't close your fucking eyes Kuchiki Rukia, keep stand... 'Cool, Rukia' he pronounced her name with lust. 'I'm Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques. Nice to meet ya, I guess'. He blinked an eye playfully. Rukia was about to respond him sarcastically, but he suddenly gave her a rough kiss, almost not allowing her to breathe, invading her with his long tongue, and still holding her by her hakama so she wouldn't fell backwards. That was too much for the Kuchiki girl. Enough of this joke. She recovered her strenght and her pride for a moment and slapped him across the face violently, making his head turn to the left.
He was astonished, not expecting her reaction, yet his cheek was paining, so she had used a lot of strenght to hit him like that.
She was so unpredictable... Funny thing, he thought grinning. Rukia was about to escape now that he was dumbfounded, but her strenght finally abandoned her and she just faded, rolling on the floor unconscious. She left blood prints in the place she'd fallen. The scene was so bloody and disturbing, and the blue haired man, standing, watching as she blacked out, was making all darker and disheartening. Fortunately no one had witnessed the scene... Or so they thought. Because in Las Noches, everything was being recorded by its CCTVs. And the silver-haired observer was enjoying a lot, watching that pure an untainted bitch he hated so much, suffering like hell...