Soft kitty

Chapter 3...

....What the FUCK you do that for?..

Icy cold and blistering, his nostrils flared while twin Azul orbs intensified in colour. Stealing a deep breadth, Grimmjow felt as though he'd been thoroughly Frozen in a block of ice for centuries on end, as though his insides were fully crystalized in tiny shards of icy coldness. His wrist took on a equal parts blue tone, one as such as his famous head of hair, and quickly it travelled the entire expanse of his right arm. It travelled up until it covered almost half of his chest before blanketing over his heart and, the now fully hidden hollow hole he sported out of this insufferable Gigai get up.

One of Kisuke's many little contraptions no doubt.

Rukia sat completely stupefied and a bit scared if she were to be completely honest with them both. She was in the mids of explaining to the blue buffoon the bracelets purpose and intended design when he accidentally clasped the thing around his wrist. Well not accidentally, when it was her own fuck up that lead them to this very becoming situation. Ok, so all panic aside, she really needed to do something fast for her rieatsu was one in the same with Ichigo's, despite her frigid disposition. Had it not been compatible then their first try at power exchange would have horrendously backfired on them both, thus resulting in instant death for either of the party.

Thank the heavens faith and a whole lot of destiny were on their side, well a little more than usually needed but hey, who was she to question such things that now dwelt in the past? ... Her eyes fixated on Grimmjow now as his upper half was now fully encapsuled in icy blue rieatsu. He began to wheeze; signs of her still yet to be seen bankai working his way into his heart, and she knew she needed to act fast if he stood any chances of survival. In a quickened fit she rushed over. Her palms were coated equally in her own reishi. laying him down gently, Rukia situated her self on his hip.

Forsaken the the idea of ripping the damned thing off of him, she then decided to follow the steps Szayel planted into her brain for kami knows the last thing he needed was a dead Kurosaki on his hand, and one done in by some miserable little trinkets of his no doubt. Too bad it was Grimmjow that decided to wear the damned item.

Good God, had she known the initializing process was this harkening, she wouldn't have offered it so easily.

Grimmjow on the other hand found himself forced on to the carpeted floor. His waist now claimed by one minute looking shinigami dressed in absolutely nothing, underwear and all, but his T's while her reiatsu vigorously wormed it's way into his inner working. .. "Just don't panic, or kill me for this Grimm", she half joked half, half pleaded while her palms began to travel up his stomach, stopping only when it came to rest against his beating heart.

"Just relax kitten, i got this"....

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ....
 

Oh the nerves of this bitch! He was appalled alright, more so from her blatant use of a nick name he scorned rather than the crafty little shitty scheme her and the twin psychos crafted. He rolled them eyes at her for his tongue were as blue as her palms, and heavy resting against his pallet; making speech a far too tedious task at the moment.

"Now just grant me a little access while Shira try to reach Pantera, if you don't then both you and your zanpakuto are as good as dead to the three worlds"..... Ahh how easily he yielded, more so his pretty little she panther. Rukia allowed Shirayuki her way as she travelled between the spaces held in their inner worlds. Her palms continued to press against Grimm's chest, keeping her ice from fully enshrouding his heart, unknowing to him of coarse.

"Had it been Ichigo then-" and she trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish that sentence; especially with the murderous way her blue headed counterpart began to eye her. "Sorry, my bad, (￣ヘ￣;)".....

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Sand, nothing but white sand and pitch black sky above. Thin sheets of ice formed beneath each press of feet against the ground. Lost, but only for a moment Shirayuki soon started to follow the trails left by Panthera, her signature coldness made an obvious trail towards the other. She was here to beg, to grovel if need be for she had but one request to ask of the other, and though her master trusted her to seek out master Grimmjow's zanpakuto, Shira however, had other plans in mind.

Loneliness forsaketh no man, least of all creatures as such as them both, and by kami was her master lonely. For years Rukia endured. In love, life and death she did, and even now she did. Kurosaki's rejection travelled like a thorn and it touched even the most hidden parts inside of her. Part she's kept safe long before Kien's death, hopefully long after. But years of obligation, devotion and admiration spent on Ichigo were swept down the proverbial drain all in the matter of seconds.

Beads of sweet swept down Shira's face before they froze into tiny glints of ice. Finding the whitened beast wasn't promising to be an easy task but with Master Grimmjow's insistence of ending his torture, she soon found the feline's hidden cove. And as predicted, Panthera were as volatile as her owner. Evidence of this claim were revealed as bared fangs shown brilliantly in the night, cutting away at the surrounding darkness from it's bearer's warning leer.

'Come any closer and I'll rip you to shreeds'.. thats that it meant. Fortunately though, Shira and Rukia were ones that threaded danger carefully.
Bowing, she paid her respect to the still watchful feline. A smart move no doubt since over stepping on an espada's territory were one in the same as a death wish.

"I know you're very much displeased with my master but would you rather see your's punish for our own carelessness?"

"Apologies not accepted"....

The ice princess froze. Did she just? "You're capable of speech?"... But Panthera's growl towards her ridiculous assumptions hastly granerd another apology.  

"Of coarse I can human", her back was turned now; an obvious invitation it seemed. And soon the other followed behind; careful yet as to her company and its environment..... "Then again it is the human thing to do isn't it?.. To assume when the mind wonders.. Do not mistake my cordiality for friendliness woman, but had it not been for your master's grave miscalculations then we wouldn't have arrived at this point..... Now speak, what is it you want other than approval into our inner world?"

" Aside from your approval, I also seek something else, and it needs not fall into our Masters knowledge"

Panthera's tail swayed elegantly behind as she sat across the dying embers of a fire still clining to life. Amusement evident in its back and forth rhythm. "Oh, and what makes you think I harbour secrets from my keeper?"

"You can't be serious?" Eyes lifted in delight, Shira questioned. "We might not have existed had it not been for the reincarnation curse. You and I both know that our time on Earth are nothing but transcendence and the convergence of dimension far beyond our owners comprehension, muchless  humans"

" And your point?"...

" My point is, although we depend on their existence for our own sakes, we are independent as well, in our thinking and ways. And as such secrets are healthy harbours"... She smiled now; a grin far too sneaky to even be considered hers. "Don't you agree?"...

"Tsk!..... So i take it you have a proposition?"

"I do"......

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

"You'll love it, In the end"

Soon the fire gave out and found amongst the stifling darkness were burning eyes of blue flames and matching leers. One side toothy, dangerous dare say; and the other, an uplifting curve of pleased satisfaction.

"Well then, Ice princess, this should be fun"...

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