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Chapter IV
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Chapter IV
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“Hollow. Go,” Urahara said, smiling like an idiot and making a shooing motion with his hands. Ichigo and Rukia narrowed their eyes at him but did not say anything. They knew the blonde man was up to something, but there was no time to question him now since Rukia’s cell phone was still shrieking. They looked at each other and nodded, using shunpo to reach the Hollows faster.
As soon as they were out of sight, Urahara laughed openly and grabbed the three humans, “I’m going to take you guys to watch a real fight, like I did in the beginning with Inoue and Chad.”
Tatsuki, Mizuiro and Keigo looked at him funny, but he chose to ignore their glances and grabbed all three of them and ran out of the basement with them. The other Shinigami who had been sitting with Urahara at the table just grunted and continued to drink their tea, letting Rukia and the Substitute hand it. Tessai grinned and set down a plate of sandwiches on the table and tried not to laugh as the Shinigami practically tore each other apart trying to get at them.
Mizuiro stared at Urahara as he lead the threesome to a bridge overlooking most of Karakura town, saying that this was where he had brought Inoue and Chad when they were first exposed to their own powers when Ichigo fought the Menos Grande. Even though they had been told that they did not have powers of their own, just left over residue from Ichigo’s ridiculously enormous reiatsu, he thought maybe the weird blonde guy had an ulterior motive for taking them to see Ichigo and Rukia fight off these things. Whatever they were.
Mizuiro was not sure what he thought about Ichigo’s powers and how much he wanted to believe, and from the looks on Tatsuki and Keigo’s faces, they felt the same way. These supposed powers did make sense though, after he had thought about it a while. What with Ichigo’s random absences during the school hours and the quick way he and Rukia had grown closer. It wasn’t in Ichigo’s nature to become close to others so fast; it had taken him a whole year’s worth of martial arts classes to become friends with Tatsuki and he becomes friends with a new girl over night? Not likely.
His thoughts were distracted by a loud, echoing BOOM! He, Tatsuki and Keigo whipped their heads around to see where the noise had come from and were shocked to see a splash of orange against the backdrop of dust particles.
‘There is no way that Ichigo was part of that,’ Tatsuki thought, nervous for her friend’s well-being. Sure, they had been told many stories about how their orange-haired friend had escaped death upon many an occasion, but it was different hearing it versus seeing it first hand!
It was an amazing spectacle to behold… At least to the three who had never really witnessed their friend killing Hollows. To Ichigo, however, this was just boring exercise. These Hollows were low-class and annoying and he should not have to waste his energy killing these things!
Ichigo groaned as he sliced through three more Hollows effortlessly, and next to him Rukia was tearing through them as well. He turned and jumped to avoid a claw and a tail, twisted in midair, and smashed into another Hollow’s mask. Rukia flashed him a smile next to him in the seconds she could spare to look away and he grinned to himself as he cut off another Hollow’s arm, making it howl in pain. Ichigo chuckled sadistically before he purified it. Another wave of Hollows just appeared to replace their fallen comrades and Ichigo grumbled, rather pissed now.
‘Where the fuck do these things keep coming from? There has to be a garganta open somewhere,’ he thought to himself using Getsuga Tenshou to slice through five Hollow masks at once. ‘That or they’re drawn to my reiatsu.’
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rukia dodge another tail and do a dainty spin to avoid a tentacle. He laughed a little to himself; the words ‘dainty’ and ‘Rukia’ do not belong in the same sentence. It didn’t really matter what her methods were, Ichigo noted as she destroyed both Hollows at the same time, as long as she could get the job done. Which she could. He felt a small amount of pride in her before he smothered it and turned to focus on the Hollows in front of him.
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Keigo was in awe. Admitted, he was usually pretending to be in awe of his orange-haired friend when he jumped on him before school everyday, but this was full-fledged wonder he was feeling as he watched his friend slice through monster after monster after monster, barely even stopping to take a breather with that huge-ass sword of his. How did a guy so scrawny manage to hold up a sword so gigantic, anyways? Keigo would probably never know, because knowing Ichigo, the guy would punch him senseless if he even so much as asked.
Keigo sighed. It was good to know some things would probably (hopefully, he added to himself) never change. Ichigo may be a monster-killing Shinigami, or whatever the hell he was, but he would always be Ichigo and that thought comforted him. The other two seemed to have reached the same conclusion about this as he noticed their stances relax.
Yes, Keigo may have been playing stupid in school, and admittedly he wasn’t so much book-smart as he is observant, but he is in no way stupid.
Next to Keigo, Urahara grinned in a sadistic-bastard kind of way as he watched Ichigo’s three friends take in the sight in front of them. He had been looking for a little entertainment today, and it seems as though he had found it.
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Ichigo grinned as he killed the last three Hollows with a Getsuga Tenshou and turned to see Rukia staring off in the distance. He frowned.
“What’s up, midget?”
“Is that Urahara up there on that bridge?” Rukia asked, still squinting as though it was going to help her see better.
“Erm…” Ichigo squinted too and even moved a hand up to his forehead to block out the imaginary brightness when he saw four figures; three relatively short and one tall, with a hat. “Yup, that’s Urahara, and those seem to be my friends….”
Rukia waited for Ichigo’s brain to catch up with his mouth.
“Wait… Fuck. Shit. This is so not good,” Ichigo moaned. “It was one thing to tell them about it, but another for them to see it!”
Rukia stared at Ichigo as he whined. “Shut up, idiot. They’re just watching. Urahara confirmed that none of them have any powers, so don’t whine anymore. Plus, I think I can feel another Hollow.”
Rukia whipped out her cell phone and stared at the screen a few moments longer than necessary, and Ichigo was about to claw the phone away from her because she didn’t seem to want to tell him anything damnit, when she finally spoke up.
“It seems that we have an Arrancar,” she muttered as she looked up at him. “A fairly strong one. Might be an Espada.”
Ichigo sighed, cricked his neck, ran his fingers though his hair and nodded. Just as he opened his mouth to tell Rukia what his opinion was on the matter (more like to tell her what to do), a garganta formed in the air in front of him and both Shinigami gaped as Grimmjow Jeagerjacques stepped out.
“Yo, Shinigami.”
Ichigo immediately schooled his face into something like a mixture of worry and determination, though it was hard, and turned, yelling, “Rukia! Go get my friends out of here and tell the others not to worry. This one’s mine.” He emphasized this point as he slung Zangetsu over his shoulder, grinning lopsidedly in what he hoped was a feral sort of smile.
Rukia gave him one more look and then she turned and left, shunpo-ing toward the bridge where Urahara and Ichigo’s friends were.
“What’s going on?” Urahara asked, hiding his smirk behind his fan.
“Ichigo wants to take the Espada himself,” Rukia murmured.
“Ah. This is the one that’s nearly killed him twice now, yes? He probably wants a little revenge… I just hope the Espada doesn’t kill him this time!” Urahara exclaimed in a suspiciously excited sort of voice.
“W-What?!” Tatsuki yelled, whirling around to face Urahara who had to hide his smile behind his fan. Beside her Keigo and Mizuiro’s eyes had gone as wide as saucers and their jaws were practically touching the pavement of the bridge as they took in what he had just ‘let slip.’
“No no! Nothing to worry about at all! Let’s go, shall we Kuchiki-san?” Urahara giggled. Yes, he was certainly getting the entertainment he’d been looking for. “Would you mind taking Miss Arisawa while I handle the other two?”
Getting a nod from the Shinigami, he picked up Keigo and Mizuiro, despite the brunette’s protesting, and shunpo-ed away after Rukia. Urahara had to bite his tongue to stop the laughter from bubbling out.
‘Really, Kurosaki-kun, this is too much,’ he thought with a smile as he disappeared from sight.
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A few hundred yards away from them, Ichigo watched as his friends turned away and shunpo-ed back to the Shoten with Urahara and Rukia before turning back to snarl angrily at Grimmjow.
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“Hollow. Go,” Urahara said, smiling like an idiot and making a shooing motion with his hands. Ichigo and Rukia narrowed their eyes at him but did not say anything. They knew the blonde man was up to something, but there was no time to question him now since Rukia’s cell phone was still shrieking. They looked at each other and nodded, using shunpo to reach the Hollows faster.
As soon as they were out of sight, Urahara laughed openly and grabbed the three humans, “I’m going to take you guys to watch a real fight, like I did in the beginning with Inoue and Chad.”
Tatsuki, Mizuiro and Keigo looked at him funny, but he chose to ignore their glances and grabbed all three of them and ran out of the basement with them. The other Shinigami who had been sitting with Urahara at the table just grunted and continued to drink their tea, letting Rukia and the Substitute hand it. Tessai grinned and set down a plate of sandwiches on the table and tried not to laugh as the Shinigami practically tore each other apart trying to get at them.
Mizuiro stared at Urahara as he lead the threesome to a bridge overlooking most of Karakura town, saying that this was where he had brought Inoue and Chad when they were first exposed to their own powers when Ichigo fought the Menos Grande. Even though they had been told that they did not have powers of their own, just left over residue from Ichigo’s ridiculously enormous reiatsu, he thought maybe the weird blonde guy had an ulterior motive for taking them to see Ichigo and Rukia fight off these things. Whatever they were.
Mizuiro was not sure what he thought about Ichigo’s powers and how much he wanted to believe, and from the looks on Tatsuki and Keigo’s faces, they felt the same way. These supposed powers did make sense though, after he had thought about it a while. What with Ichigo’s random absences during the school hours and the quick way he and Rukia had grown closer. It wasn’t in Ichigo’s nature to become close to others so fast; it had taken him a whole year’s worth of martial arts classes to become friends with Tatsuki and he becomes friends with a new girl over night? Not likely.
His thoughts were distracted by a loud, echoing BOOM! He, Tatsuki and Keigo whipped their heads around to see where the noise had come from and were shocked to see a splash of orange against the backdrop of dust particles.
‘There is no way that Ichigo was part of that,’ Tatsuki thought, nervous for her friend’s well-being. Sure, they had been told many stories about how their orange-haired friend had escaped death upon many an occasion, but it was different hearing it versus seeing it first hand!
It was an amazing spectacle to behold… At least to the three who had never really witnessed their friend killing Hollows. To Ichigo, however, this was just boring exercise. These Hollows were low-class and annoying and he should not have to waste his energy killing these things!
Ichigo groaned as he sliced through three more Hollows effortlessly, and next to him Rukia was tearing through them as well. He turned and jumped to avoid a claw and a tail, twisted in midair, and smashed into another Hollow’s mask. Rukia flashed him a smile next to him in the seconds she could spare to look away and he grinned to himself as he cut off another Hollow’s arm, making it howl in pain. Ichigo chuckled sadistically before he purified it. Another wave of Hollows just appeared to replace their fallen comrades and Ichigo grumbled, rather pissed now.
‘Where the fuck do these things keep coming from? There has to be a garganta open somewhere,’ he thought to himself using Getsuga Tenshou to slice through five Hollow masks at once. ‘That or they’re drawn to my reiatsu.’
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rukia dodge another tail and do a dainty spin to avoid a tentacle. He laughed a little to himself; the words ‘dainty’ and ‘Rukia’ do not belong in the same sentence. It didn’t really matter what her methods were, Ichigo noted as she destroyed both Hollows at the same time, as long as she could get the job done. Which she could. He felt a small amount of pride in her before he smothered it and turned to focus on the Hollows in front of him.
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Keigo was in awe. Admitted, he was usually pretending to be in awe of his orange-haired friend when he jumped on him before school everyday, but this was full-fledged wonder he was feeling as he watched his friend slice through monster after monster after monster, barely even stopping to take a breather with that huge-ass sword of his. How did a guy so scrawny manage to hold up a sword so gigantic, anyways? Keigo would probably never know, because knowing Ichigo, the guy would punch him senseless if he even so much as asked.
Keigo sighed. It was good to know some things would probably (hopefully, he added to himself) never change. Ichigo may be a monster-killing Shinigami, or whatever the hell he was, but he would always be Ichigo and that thought comforted him. The other two seemed to have reached the same conclusion about this as he noticed their stances relax.
Yes, Keigo may have been playing stupid in school, and admittedly he wasn’t so much book-smart as he is observant, but he is in no way stupid.
Next to Keigo, Urahara grinned in a sadistic-bastard kind of way as he watched Ichigo’s three friends take in the sight in front of them. He had been looking for a little entertainment today, and it seems as though he had found it.
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Ichigo grinned as he killed the last three Hollows with a Getsuga Tenshou and turned to see Rukia staring off in the distance. He frowned.
“What’s up, midget?”
“Is that Urahara up there on that bridge?” Rukia asked, still squinting as though it was going to help her see better.
“Erm…” Ichigo squinted too and even moved a hand up to his forehead to block out the imaginary brightness when he saw four figures; three relatively short and one tall, with a hat. “Yup, that’s Urahara, and those seem to be my friends….”
Rukia waited for Ichigo’s brain to catch up with his mouth.
“Wait… Fuck. Shit. This is so not good,” Ichigo moaned. “It was one thing to tell them about it, but another for them to see it!”
Rukia stared at Ichigo as he whined. “Shut up, idiot. They’re just watching. Urahara confirmed that none of them have any powers, so don’t whine anymore. Plus, I think I can feel another Hollow.”
Rukia whipped out her cell phone and stared at the screen a few moments longer than necessary, and Ichigo was about to claw the phone away from her because she didn’t seem to want to tell him anything damnit, when she finally spoke up.
“It seems that we have an Arrancar,” she muttered as she looked up at him. “A fairly strong one. Might be an Espada.”
Ichigo sighed, cricked his neck, ran his fingers though his hair and nodded. Just as he opened his mouth to tell Rukia what his opinion was on the matter (more like to tell her what to do), a garganta formed in the air in front of him and both Shinigami gaped as Grimmjow Jeagerjacques stepped out.
“Yo, Shinigami.”
Ichigo immediately schooled his face into something like a mixture of worry and determination, though it was hard, and turned, yelling, “Rukia! Go get my friends out of here and tell the others not to worry. This one’s mine.” He emphasized this point as he slung Zangetsu over his shoulder, grinning lopsidedly in what he hoped was a feral sort of smile.
Rukia gave him one more look and then she turned and left, shunpo-ing toward the bridge where Urahara and Ichigo’s friends were.
“What’s going on?” Urahara asked, hiding his smirk behind his fan.
“Ichigo wants to take the Espada himself,” Rukia murmured.
“Ah. This is the one that’s nearly killed him twice now, yes? He probably wants a little revenge… I just hope the Espada doesn’t kill him this time!” Urahara exclaimed in a suspiciously excited sort of voice.
“W-What?!” Tatsuki yelled, whirling around to face Urahara who had to hide his smile behind his fan. Beside her Keigo and Mizuiro’s eyes had gone as wide as saucers and their jaws were practically touching the pavement of the bridge as they took in what he had just ‘let slip.’
“No no! Nothing to worry about at all! Let’s go, shall we Kuchiki-san?” Urahara giggled. Yes, he was certainly getting the entertainment he’d been looking for. “Would you mind taking Miss Arisawa while I handle the other two?”
Getting a nod from the Shinigami, he picked up Keigo and Mizuiro, despite the brunette’s protesting, and shunpo-ed away after Rukia. Urahara had to bite his tongue to stop the laughter from bubbling out.
‘Really, Kurosaki-kun, this is too much,’ he thought with a smile as he disappeared from sight.
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A few hundred yards away from them, Ichigo watched as his friends turned away and shunpo-ed back to the Shoten with Urahara and Rukia before turning back to snarl angrily at Grimmjow.
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