Amore di Morte
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Bleach › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
907
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own bleach or any of its characters. I make no money for writing this.
The Dancer
AN; Thanks for the review, it truly made my day! This is the next chapter. And as before, look out for numbers behind italian words, which I will transelate at the end of the chapter. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the story.
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Grimmjow stared shamelessly at Harribels tanned back, which was left visible by an oval opening of the back of the dress. The womans clothes were of top quality and consisted of a long yellow dress that clung to her frame rather tightly from the hips and up. While hanging loosely from the hips and down. The skirt of the dress was spli in the front, allowing her to easily make quick graceful movements when dancing. And giving men a wonderfull display of her long tanned legs. While not exactly that flirtatious by nature. Grimmjow appreciated outgoing women, especially ones such as her, his first impression of her had been abit off. She was not without personality, that was for sure. She was pretty. Inteligent and witty. Grimmjow grew to like her more and more. As a matter of fact.
They then arrived at a scarcely decorated room. A couch standing in the middle of it. Harribel then gestured for them to sit down on the couch. "Well then boys, its time to get the entertainment started. I've changed my mind, I think we'll be going with Sir Jaegerjaquez's idea." Nakeem and Edrad let out a gasp of joy. Whereupon Yylfordt merely smirked. "So boys, I believe it'd be best if we let your boss go first. Yes?" While the others mouthed their protests of this. Harribel moved up gracefully towards Grimmjow, as she closed in on him, she flashed an almost shark-like grin. Which for some reason served to excite him even more. As she closed the last of the distance she sat down sideways at his lap. As she let a hand slide in beneath his shirt, as she stroked a hand across a muscled abdomen. Before removing her hand and instead turning her body on his lap so that she was front to front with him. Before she then proceeded to sprawl long slender legs on either side of his frame. Pulling him close to her. And eliciting a sigh from Grimmjow himself.
Harribel then let her eyes skitter across her very attentive audience. The other three males stood and silently gaped at the display. And as she turned back to him she edged closer to Grimmjow, and kissed his cheek tenderly. Before she leaned backwards and somersaulted out of his lap. Eliciting a groan of annoyance from her attentive. As she raised up to her full height. Dusting off her equisite dress. Harribel spoke "While I certainly had a "Decent" time here. I'm afraid It'll have to end, but Sir Jeagerjaquez. You may call upon me once you see it fit." Harribel reached into the folds of her dress and pulled out a card. Which she then resorted to throw to him. Before gathering the folds of her skirt and walking out. Leaving four shocked men left to gaze emptily out in the air.
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Grimmjow got his senses back on track first, and used some time to recollect the fragments of his subordinates. Before he told them that they would leave shortly. As he returned to the main entrance. He grabbed his beloved white hat. And his cane. Which was made of the finest ivory, and decorated with a jaquar head in chiseled ebony. Which worked as the handle of the cane itself.
Why he actually used a cane was heavily questioned, Grimmjow was a man of 24 years of age. His body was in a very good shape. His eyes were sharp. So, by all means. There would be no reason for him to carry a cane around. However, Grimmjow was known to appreciate style and aesthetics. A trait he had inherited from his father. The current Don of the Jeagerjaquez family.
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They leaved the club shortly afterwards, as Grimmjow led them towards the black car that stood before the club. They didn't enter themselves, but merely watched as he did. Recent feuds between the families had forced him to think more of security, hence why his subordinates had escorted him to . And as he sat down in the backseat, he spoke to his private driver "Carmine, I'm done here. Please drive me home." Carmine, an old man in his early sixties turned in his seat to smile at his passenger. "Angelo, please call me Grandpa. 'Carmine, sounds so formal." Grimmjow shifted in his seat at hearing his real name. It always made him nervous to know that someone besides him and his dad knew his actual name. Carmine however, wasnt particularily dangerous. Especially since he was the one who took care of Grimmjow when his own father was too busy. Which was -despite the fact that his father genuinely cared for him- far too often.
Grimmjow cancelled this nostalgic train of thought and instead sighed in defeat, before muttering under his breath "Fine then.. Grandpa." Many years had learned Grimmjow that discussions with Carmine, never lead anywhere but defeat. Carmine was a seasoned intelectual. And perhaps one of his fathers most trusted men. Although not bioglogically related, they had always had a Grandfather to Grandchild relationship.
The car stopped outside of a big villa built of marble and decorated by climbing vines. When Grimmjow exited the car a round and plump man walked towards them. Stopping before Grimmjow, before resorting to wrap his arms around his midsection. And hugging him tightly. The reason for this awkward hugging was that Grimmjow's father. For that he was, was a man of very short stature. And he would need a ladder to embrace his son normally. The man, looked up at his son before he smiled broadly. "My boy. Grimmjow, you're home. I've gotten the maids to prepare a nice meal for you. Aswell as a hot bath, you must be exhausted. Carmine! lead my boy up to his bath. This instant" Carmine nodded, and did as he was told.
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Yeah, thats my second chapter. I hope it was pleasing. I'm sorry that I weren't able to write more. Oh and for those that wonder. Grimmjow's full name is Angelo Giancarlo Jeagerjaquez.
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Grimmjow stared shamelessly at Harribels tanned back, which was left visible by an oval opening of the back of the dress. The womans clothes were of top quality and consisted of a long yellow dress that clung to her frame rather tightly from the hips and up. While hanging loosely from the hips and down. The skirt of the dress was spli in the front, allowing her to easily make quick graceful movements when dancing. And giving men a wonderfull display of her long tanned legs. While not exactly that flirtatious by nature. Grimmjow appreciated outgoing women, especially ones such as her, his first impression of her had been abit off. She was not without personality, that was for sure. She was pretty. Inteligent and witty. Grimmjow grew to like her more and more. As a matter of fact.
They then arrived at a scarcely decorated room. A couch standing in the middle of it. Harribel then gestured for them to sit down on the couch. "Well then boys, its time to get the entertainment started. I've changed my mind, I think we'll be going with Sir Jaegerjaquez's idea." Nakeem and Edrad let out a gasp of joy. Whereupon Yylfordt merely smirked. "So boys, I believe it'd be best if we let your boss go first. Yes?" While the others mouthed their protests of this. Harribel moved up gracefully towards Grimmjow, as she closed in on him, she flashed an almost shark-like grin. Which for some reason served to excite him even more. As she closed the last of the distance she sat down sideways at his lap. As she let a hand slide in beneath his shirt, as she stroked a hand across a muscled abdomen. Before removing her hand and instead turning her body on his lap so that she was front to front with him. Before she then proceeded to sprawl long slender legs on either side of his frame. Pulling him close to her. And eliciting a sigh from Grimmjow himself.
Harribel then let her eyes skitter across her very attentive audience. The other three males stood and silently gaped at the display. And as she turned back to him she edged closer to Grimmjow, and kissed his cheek tenderly. Before she leaned backwards and somersaulted out of his lap. Eliciting a groan of annoyance from her attentive. As she raised up to her full height. Dusting off her equisite dress. Harribel spoke "While I certainly had a "Decent" time here. I'm afraid It'll have to end, but Sir Jeagerjaquez. You may call upon me once you see it fit." Harribel reached into the folds of her dress and pulled out a card. Which she then resorted to throw to him. Before gathering the folds of her skirt and walking out. Leaving four shocked men left to gaze emptily out in the air.
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Grimmjow got his senses back on track first, and used some time to recollect the fragments of his subordinates. Before he told them that they would leave shortly. As he returned to the main entrance. He grabbed his beloved white hat. And his cane. Which was made of the finest ivory, and decorated with a jaquar head in chiseled ebony. Which worked as the handle of the cane itself.
Why he actually used a cane was heavily questioned, Grimmjow was a man of 24 years of age. His body was in a very good shape. His eyes were sharp. So, by all means. There would be no reason for him to carry a cane around. However, Grimmjow was known to appreciate style and aesthetics. A trait he had inherited from his father. The current Don of the Jeagerjaquez family.
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They leaved the club shortly afterwards, as Grimmjow led them towards the black car that stood before the club. They didn't enter themselves, but merely watched as he did. Recent feuds between the families had forced him to think more of security, hence why his subordinates had escorted him to . And as he sat down in the backseat, he spoke to his private driver "Carmine, I'm done here. Please drive me home." Carmine, an old man in his early sixties turned in his seat to smile at his passenger. "Angelo, please call me Grandpa. 'Carmine, sounds so formal." Grimmjow shifted in his seat at hearing his real name. It always made him nervous to know that someone besides him and his dad knew his actual name. Carmine however, wasnt particularily dangerous. Especially since he was the one who took care of Grimmjow when his own father was too busy. Which was -despite the fact that his father genuinely cared for him- far too often.
Grimmjow cancelled this nostalgic train of thought and instead sighed in defeat, before muttering under his breath "Fine then.. Grandpa." Many years had learned Grimmjow that discussions with Carmine, never lead anywhere but defeat. Carmine was a seasoned intelectual. And perhaps one of his fathers most trusted men. Although not bioglogically related, they had always had a Grandfather to Grandchild relationship.
The car stopped outside of a big villa built of marble and decorated by climbing vines. When Grimmjow exited the car a round and plump man walked towards them. Stopping before Grimmjow, before resorting to wrap his arms around his midsection. And hugging him tightly. The reason for this awkward hugging was that Grimmjow's father. For that he was, was a man of very short stature. And he would need a ladder to embrace his son normally. The man, looked up at his son before he smiled broadly. "My boy. Grimmjow, you're home. I've gotten the maids to prepare a nice meal for you. Aswell as a hot bath, you must be exhausted. Carmine! lead my boy up to his bath. This instant" Carmine nodded, and did as he was told.
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Yeah, thats my second chapter. I hope it was pleasing. I'm sorry that I weren't able to write more. Oh and for those that wonder. Grimmjow's full name is Angelo Giancarlo Jeagerjaquez.