Bleach Drabbles

Grimmjow

GRIMMJOW

I was happily skipping throughout the halls of the lovely Las Noches when I saw a striking red lightly splattered on the walls. Strange... I thought. Since when is their color in this damn place? 

I followed the color until I found something...interesting, to say the least. I found that idiot Grimmjow holding some lower Arrancar against the wall by his throat. The Arrancar was coated like a caramel apple in blood, obviously his own. Grimmjow had the same substance in his blueberry hair and a bit on his cheek. A lot in his fingernails. It was a gruesome sight, but one one grew used to when they randomly wandered the halls of the palace.

“Grimmjow!” I called to my “king,” as he wished for me to call him. Damn idiot; just ‘cuz I’m his Fraccion doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to call him by his damn name.

He glanced my way. “Whaddya want, Chizuki? Kinda busy here!”

I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to the pair. I put a hand on Grimmjow’s wrist, trying to make a firm point. “Grimmjow…let him go.”

“No!” he exclaimed angrily, almost seething a bit. “This idiot claimed Ulquiorra was better than me!”

I sighed. “I swear, Grimm…you have some kind of complex about that, don’t cha?”

He growled at me, releasing his grip from the Arrancar, who used the last bit of his strength to run away. Grimmy jerked his head toward the escaping Arrancar, but let him be.“Oi, woman! What the hell? You insult your king and make him lose his catch of the day?”

I laughed. “Oi, Neko-chan. You call that minnow a catch of the day? Maybe this is why Ulquiorra’s so much stronger than you.”

His eyes widened and he grabbed my shoulders tightly. “What’d you say? Girl, you’ve got a sharp tongue. I might just have to loosen it for you, make you give me more respect.”

I smirked. “And just how are you going to loosen me, Grimmy-kun?”

He grinned evilly and before I knew it I was crushed against the wall, lips crashed onto mine. I gasped in surprise and Grimmjow took that as an indication to sweep in, tongue shooting into my mouth. His lips abused mine in a rough, controlling, angry embrace that I knew he was intensifying, just for me. Che, just to get his point across. To be honest, he tasted pretty damn good. Like--funnily enough--blueberries.

I felt the floor disappear beneath my feet and was soon whisked away by my master into his bedchamber.

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“Say it again, woman,” Grimmjow said some time later, his front pressed tightly against my back, almost to the point of discomfort. Almost. 

“Oi, really?” I whined. He started nibbling on my earlobe and I knew everything was lost. “Fine…I love you, King.”