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Originally posted 4/23/2015

 This is the last Grimmjow related thing I’m going to do before I clean my room. I promise. Tell Yourself, featuring Grimmjow, so if you know me you know what ship this is going to be.

~

There had been no customers at the shop for the last hour. If Ulquiorra had to guess why, it must have had something to do with the blue-haired thug sitting on the counter, mean-mugging the door. Strangely, he’d been doing this more often: he’d come into the store, buy something, then hang around, saying little to nothing. Orihime called it bonding. Ulquiorra called it an inconvenience.

“Oi,”

Ulquiorra continued stocking the candy behind the counter, not bothering to turn around. “What is it?”

Grimmjow maneuvered the popsicle stick he’d been chewing on to the other side of his mouth. The wrapper he’d bunched up in his fist, and periodically squeezed, as if it were a stress reliever. “You’re pretty much human, right?”

“That is correct,” Ulquiorra answered.

“So when you die…”

He waited for the continuation of the question, but it never came. Grimmjow tossed the ice cream wrapper into the air, caught it, tossed it again, and held onto it. “Humans are pretty fragile, huh?”

Ulquiorra looked at him, but at that moment the shop door jingled open and seventeen-year-old Karin Kurosaki walked in, her long ponytail swishing. “There you are,” she said to Grimmjow, who glared at her petulantly. “Dinner’s ready. Yuzu sent me to look for you.” 

“What am I, your kid?”

Karin grinned at him. “Yeah, my kid. Come on Grimmaru-chan! Stop bothering the nice man. He’s very busy.”

“Screw you!” Grimmjow snapped, but slid off the counter regardless. Ulquiorra watched them depart, observing how Grimmjow ruffled Karin’s hair, how she smiled as she smacked his arm away, how he practically sauntered beside her, completely altered from the slouching, silent guy he’d been minutes ago.

He sensed Urahara Kisuke’s reiatsu behind him. “I do not suppose there is anything we can do for them,” he said.

“No,” Urahara answered with a pitying smile, “you’re the lucky one.” 

So...

Apr. 28th, 2015 04:02 pm
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Originally posted 8/28/2014

 Remember when I said I was done with the GrimmRin? I LIED. ⊙▽⊙

~

Could’ve been anything. Like how he poked her belly and the skin would sink beneath his index finger, but the arm that shoved his hand away was like a brick wall. Or perhaps that irritating cocky grin that, surprisingly, had been inherited by the mother who smiled so serenely in her photographs. Or the way she’d grab his attention, then do something weird like flare her nostrils, and laugh at his bewildered expression.

Could have been the way she ate the radishes her twin sister prepared, but picked them out of her food at restaurants. Or how she reached over and around him for a notebook or the TV remote, like he was some oversized pillow she’d forgotten to put away. Or how she’d once used him as a live target for soccer practice, firing shot after shot through the hole in his abdomen, until her technique was perfect, and had never apologized.

Speaking as a male, it could have been the way her tank top clung to her back when she was sweaty. Or the humid scent that came off of her after she showered. The shape of her muscular calves. The sway of her hips when she shifted her weight. The fact that she was oblivious to how sexy she looked when she let her hair down and untangled it with her fingers.

But it also could have been the way she tried too hard. How she hated her teachers when they claimed her brother was a thug. How she regretted not developing powers of her own. Or the casual way she mentioned a comment she’d overheard in school, like it had almost slipped her mind, and wasn’t corroding her self esteem. The things her classmates assumed because she didn’t date anyone. Her rejection of traditional femininity, and the injury caused by a boy she’d liked who had thought of her as “one of the guys.”

But if he had to name a few things:

The way she didn’t tell him not to wait for her by the school gate, even though the rumors were getting out of hand. How she held his hand when she had a bad cramp, squeezing tighter and tighter. The way she climbed into bed and shut off the lights even though he was still there, trusting him to get up and leave whenever he wanted. The look on her face when he’d complained that her clumsy attempt at a kiss was just that, and how she’d allowed him to teach her despite the insult - and the fact that she was a fast learner.

It could have been anything, though. She was easy to love.

pk stahp

Apr. 28th, 2015 03:37 pm
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Originally posted 8/14/2014

 This is the last of the GrimmRin I SWEAR (9*゜▽゜)9

~

“Ichi-nii, you’re back!”

Ichigo patted his not-so-little baby sister Yuzu on the head. Neither of them commented on the fact that he hadn’t aged while she’d developed into a lovely young woman of seventeen. “Just for a day or two. Wanted to make sure you guys were alright. Where’s Karin?”

Yuzu’s eyebrows and lips moved downwards. “She’s upstairs with a migraine. Had to miss soccer practice because of it.”

“Yikes. She won’t be very happy then, huh?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know about that…” Yuzu said quietly, studying her fingernails and doing nothing to stop Ichigo from heading up the stairs.

Knowing that migraines required silence and darkness, he walked to the end of the hallway without turning on the light and very quietly, very slowly opened the door of his old bedroom. He stopped dead at the sight of a menacing shadow with glowing blue eyes glaring savagely at him from the side of his bedridden sister. Ichigo withdrew his head from the room and closed the door again, blinking. He went downstairs.

Yuzu was watching television. “How’s she doing?” she asked, not even taking her eyes off the screen.

Ichigo sat on the cushion across from her, a confused look on his face. After a few moments of processing, he pointed a finger in the direction of the stairs. “Was that Grimmjow?”

“Yup!”

This seemed to confuse him even more. “What’s he doing in Karin’s bed?”

Yuzu sighed, turned off the television and moved to Ichigo’s side, laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You’ve missed a lot while you’ve been away, Ichi-nii,” she said in her most comforting voice, “but don’t worry. It’s going to be alright.”

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Originally posted 8/14/2014

 Okay bickering GrimmRin was pretty fun but you know what’s even better?! Romantic GrimmRin. (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

~

“Hey,” Karin murmured as she gazed out the window to distract herself from the shirtless Arrancar kissing her neck, “do you really have women in Hueco Mundo?”

“Hn?” Grimmjow cut her an annoyed look, half distracted from the mark he was leaving on her shoulder.

“I mean, I’m not stupid enough to think you’re a virgin, but…” She left the sentence open for him to interpret however he wanted; she was too embarrassed to continue. Why did love have to make her feel like such an idiot? She hated it. But this was a legitimate concern! She couldn’t exactly pop into Hueco Mundo and check.

Grimmjow paused his attentions, becoming thoughtful. He loomed over her, shading her from the sun coming in through the window, and considered the question. “I used to,” he said, “but not anymore.” He saw her head turn towards him in his peripheral vision. “Not for a few years now.”

She tried to hide the relief in her voice. “Why not?”

What the hell did she mean ‘why not?’ He scowled down at her, but there was no real anger in it. How could he be angry when her long black hair was loose and falling across her face in such a sexy way, and that smart-talking mouth of hers was parted so invitingly? Thus, he gave her the macho answer, because he wouldn’t be much of a hollow if he told her none of them made him feel a fraction as much as she did. “They were boring,” he growled before his lips came down on hers and she lost the will to hound him for details.

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Originally posted 8/13/2014

 Grimmjow and Karin mid-argument, because I want to explore it.

~

“If you have so many servants and bitches in Hueco Mundo, and life is so great for you there, why are you always hanging out here?” Karin muttered as she frowned down at her homework. She wasn’t as book smart as her sister, but she wasn’t dumb, either. No one in the family was. Ichigo’s old teachers had been saying so ever since the twins entered high school.

Grimmjow, sitting cross-legged on her bed and poking at his gigai’s holeless stomach, sneered at the question. “Even a king needs a break sometimes.”

“A break that lasts three months?”

“What the fuck do you know?!” he snapped irritably, then settled back into a quiet sulk.

Karin scribbled down an answer, checked her work, and moved on to the next problem. She neglected to ask why it was always her that he bothered when he came to the human world, and not Yuzu. It was troublesome. She’d been called into the office the other day because an idiot classmate had seen her hanging out with a ‘blue-haired thug’ and reported her. Karin was forced to endure a lecture about Ichigo’s reputation, family similarities, and how unsightly it was for a young lady to be associating herself with gangsters.

Morons. They didn’t know the half of it.

“I’m just saying, a guy like you, who has a kingdom full of wenches throwing themselves at his feet every night, wouldn’t come mingle with humans for months at a time for no reason.”

“What are you, my therapist now?”

“Do you even know what a therapist is?”

Grimmjow’s eye twitched. “I don’t have to put up with this!” he yelled, standing from her bed. “You are so lucky you’re Kurosaki’s sister!”

Karin threw her pencil down and whirled on him. “I’m quaking!” she snapped, her voice oozing with sarcasm. “If I piss you off so much, go bother your stupid women and leave me alone! I’m busy!”

Grimmjow stared at her for a moment. She was awfully fixated on the bitches thing, wasn’t she? A wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

One minute later, Grimmjow went flying down the steps of the Kurosaki Clinic, hitting several along the way before he came to a stop in front of a patient waiting to be seen. A door slammed upstairs. Isshin poked his head out of the examination room at the commotion, but seeing that it was just Grimmjow, he relaxed. “Don’t worry, he’s fine,” he said to his shocked patient. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

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