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Karasu River (Non-Public)

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 05:58

West of Tsubakidai Park is where one can find the Karasu River.

Members: Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

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Re: Karasu River (Non-Public)

Post by xdark_ichigox on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 06:29

Ichigo sat up on his bed thinking about Grimmjow. He knew that Grimmjow won’t leave with nothing, but can’t give anything because he knew nothing. Though he had nothing to offer, he did have one thing one; he was willing to fight if that where it will take them. He too did not want to fight, but he feels that a fight was inevitable. Of course, they could try to avoid it, but is Grimmjow really capable of negotiating? He could try but he had a feeling that it will get him nothing. Yet anything can happen. Who knows if Grimmjow is a changed Espada? After what he’s been through lately, he didn’t know what to expect.

Ichigo looked at his watch and notice that the hour was almost up. “Might as well get ready.” He got out of his bed and started to stretch before doing anything. After finishing his routine stretches, he walked over to the closet and looked to find a clean shirt. “What am I doing?” He closed his closet and then started to look for his Shinigami badge. “Why go out normal when you can go in Shinigami form?” He looked around to find the badge but he couldn’t find anything. “Damnit, where the hell did I put that little badge?” He looked under his bed, in the laundry hamper, and then under the books. “Shit.” Now standing in his messy room, he starting to tap his feet trying to think where he put it. “Hmm…if I were a badge, where would I be?” He then he checked his pocket and there it was, the badge. He stared at the badge and started to laugh. “Wow… don’t I feel dumb.”

He placed his badge on his chest and his Shinigami form came out. “That’s better.” The now motionless body of Ichigo was place on his bed to look like he was sleeping. After completing this task, he looked around to see if he forgot anything and it looked like he didn’t forget anything. “Alright… let’s go.” He decided to go out from the window instead of the front door so he won’t disturb Karin. After he opened the window, he looked down at the ground then straight ahead. Should he jump? He was capable of getting across to the next house in one jump. But he had a better idea. “Why don’t I just shunpo?” He shunpo from his house and arrived on top of a roof. He scanned the area to see how his destination was and notice it was several shunpo away. So he continued to shunpo until he finally arrived. No one was here yet, so he looked at his watch. “He’s late.”

Now he was standing in the middle of the area waiting for Grimmjow. Ichigo looked around and started to reminisce his past. He knew where he was. This was the spot where his mother was killed by that hollow, the Grand Fisher. A devastating day it was. All she was trying to do was protecting him. He was foolish to run over near the river and it cost him his mother. But her death will not be in vain. He wanted revenge against the Grand Fisher but lately he has not felt his present. Did another Shinigami already kill it? That is something he will wait for another day. But right now he had to concentrate with Grimmjow. He needed to ignore his feeling of his mother. “Hmm…I wonder where he is? I hope he is all right. I did throw him out of the window.” He gave a little chuckled and started to tap his feet.
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Re: Karasu River (Non-Public)

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 06:52

Grimmjow was damn sure that the kick to his chest was uncalled for. A shove or some other form of encouragement to leave the room would have been more appreciated. Especially when he realized how hard his ass hurt after his landing upon the ground. In his opinion, a gigai was just horrendous. The body was weak, easily damaged and further aggravating as it constantly stabbed him with his own reiatsu. It was clear that he was definitely the test subject for the proto type model. Otherwise, no one in their right mind would subject any single person to this confined hell. Regardless, the Sexta was managing to burn the waiting period of one hour, even though having to schedule a fight with a good-for-nothing brat was obscene.

Long legs padded through plush grass in a drawling drag, not exactly feeling enthusiastic as the dull throb in his backside remained. Though thinking back on all of it, he should have rightfully messed up every corner of Kurosaki’s room. Just to upset the bastard a little more. The act might have murdered all that fine tuned patience which still grated on his nerves in an after effect. Grimmjow’s nose scrunched up at the not so distant memory. Truly, who rudely kicks someone out their window in the middle of a conversation? For that matter, the fact he settled for conversing rather than throwing punches should have been regarded as a Godsend, not a nuisance!

A heavy breath was huffed out; blue strands wavering as the small draft made them dwindle. So this lake he was supposed to be at… where the hell was it again? The smallest idea tossed in his head slowly, not exactly being helpful in a way he preferred. Yet the elder part of his mind would easily supply likely places and even the perfect path on how to get there. That was out of the question however. Certain parts of his mind were better left ignored and stuffed away. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques didn’t need the ever helpful voice from the back of his skull to find the designated coordination. Surprisingly, suppressing the words whispered to him was harder than he liked to admit. ‘From the terrain due west, there is a slope indicating plantation which is prone to growing near bodies of water.’ … And there it went, boring the rest of him into a fit of aggravation. It didn’t help that he was already picking up the scent of a specific plant to back up the lunacy going on inside the deep crevices of his head. ‘Nymphaeas, commonly known as water-lilies, are a strict sign of water as this is their choice of breeding habitat where alba candidissima, marliacea albida, and robinsoniana happen to be comm..’ He cut the bullshit knowledge crap right there with much energy put into the act of shutting himself up.

“Fucking flowers.” Grimmjow scowled.

Unwittingly, he was already trudging in the exact direction where the lake was.

Cutting across a field that was in the back of a local park, the scent of water caught itself in a breeze, indeed leading him precisely where he should be. The dull throbbing was ebbing away, leaving his stride proud and unhindered. Knowingly he had taken his time, likely allotting the hour Ichigo had set. Whatever. The little prick could wait for all he cared. It’s not like he could use his Sonido in this shit wrecked form anyway. Yet the familiar reiatsu he’d come to both loath and anticipate wafted across him. Sometimes it was just good to revel in that power, knowing its destructive capabilities and loving every goddamn feel of revolting pain it could unleash upon him. It got his blood pumping, simmering to a boil which made tingles of maniacal joy course down his spine. Maybe he would give in and fight the little shit before he left. There was hardly any point in denying his lust for battle when he may indeed get it handed to him on a silver platter.

Such thoughts had his white clad legs striding faster, the unchecked power washing over him like a refreshing draft. Soon enough, he cleared the large weeping willow tree, the long vines ghosting over his broad shoulders as a familiar shock of tangerine colored hair stood out, even in the darkest of nights. That permanent vindictive grin cracked his face open, pearly whites gleaming as sapphire eyes narrowed in delight upon finally reaching his short term goal. With a few last steps, Grimmjow left a mere ten paces between himself and Vizard.

Pivoting to lean to the left, his hands still idle in his pockets, Grimmjow gave Kurosaki a once over. “Ya got one hell of a kick, ya little shit.” The comment was almost friendly, if not for his usual presence tainting every word that left his mouth.

Still, he assumed his customary façade. “Ya miss me?” Lewd teasing and all, the Espada readied himself to down the vial of disgusting liquid that would release him from this cramped up hell. All he needed was an agitated Ichigo to make the prospect happen.
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Re: Karasu River (Non-Public)

Post by xdark_ichigox on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 06:59

As the reiastus got closer, Ichigo looked up in the sky and stared at the stars. The sun was now gone and the moon was up. It was a clear sky and many stars were visible. Nobody knew this, but Ichigo was always fascinated with astronomy. Before he became a Shinigami, he would always look up in the sky and wonder what else was out there. That is if he was bored. He did a very good job on hiding it from his friends and family, fearing he would be made fun of. Though his hair was already made fun, he didn't need another reason. But now that he was a Shinigami, he had no time to look up in the sky. This was a perfect opportunity for him to just relax and watch the stars.

He look around to see if Grimmjow was close and notice a small figure up ahead. "That has to be him." It was hard to see him but judging by the reiastus, he knew that it was definitely him. They was nobody in sight beside him and he hope that it would stay like this until they finish. Knowing that he was getting closer, he decided to lower his reiastus so no one else would notice. He stared straight ahead, watching him getting closer. His hand were by his side, but if the time comes, then one of the hand would be on the hilt of his sword. But for now, he stayed calm and kept them to his side.

Finally, Grimmjow was in his view and it was a matter of seconds before the two rivals would be face to face once again. As Grimmjow took his last few steps, Ichigo kept a straight face not revealing any emotion. There he was, right in front of him. He gave little movement when he spoke. Ichigo gave a slight chuckle after he finish speaking. "Aww is that how you greet an old friend of your's?" He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Well apologized for kicking you earlier. Now yes there were a couple of ways of getting you out of my room, but the kicking was the only one that made me laugh." Slowly he gave a grin knowing that might piss him off more but continued. "So now that we got that out of the way, where were we in our conversation?" Honestly he did not know where they were in their conversation. So much has happened that he had no time to figure out what he really wants with him now. Yet, somehow he did enjoyed this conversation with him. It was one of the things that amuses him and wondered how long this will last. He could go all day if he wanted. But then again, he did have school tomorrow and he didn't start his homework, so that might cause a problem. Though he could always copy from somebody else. Like Ishida or Sado.

But for now, he focus his attention on Grimmjow.
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Re: Karasu River (Non-Public)

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 07:01

Of course the snotty little shit had to show a bit of cheek. It didn’t bother him excessively. Nnoitra was easily ten times worse, with the constant sneering and delusional way the Quinta paraded himself. Silly spoon just didn’t know better. Grimmjow returned the grin, his own of course bearing more semblances to a demon, but the kid was probably used to that.

“Old friends eh? Ya sayin’ that a kick to the chest is how ya treat an old friend? I think I can return that sentiment.” Every word rolled off his tongue with ease.

It was his personal way of ignoring any amusement Kurosaki got out of beating a rag doll body. Especially one as useless as the proto type he wore now. Yet this was leading back to the matter at hand. He had to get out of it for the sake of being free from his own anger. Feeling your own reiatsu bear down in crippling pressure just got old after the first 20 minutes. The last hour was doing nothing to soothe himself or Pantera, who felt locked away and bound. Grimmjow could sympathize with that sentiment in more than just 6 typical ways.

Kurosaki’s voice nabbed his attention with its usual crass.
“Somethin’ about me kickin’ yer ass… Murdering your family..” He drawled in a bored fashion, playing along as his hand made a lazy rolling gesture. “The usual shit.” Grimmjow finished with his head tilted slightly to the side, his grin tinted with amusement as cerulean eyes evaluated the Shinigami before him.

He didn’t like the brat, yet didn’t quite hate him with the same unbridled rage he felt for Aizen. Ichigo was like a play toy of sorts. One he delighted in torturing and obsessing over in a homicidal manner. Sometimes he didn’t mind a little word battle either. Like now, with this conversation that wasn’t even a conversation. It wasn’t really detestable, yet more a battle of the wills. However, the Sexta knew himself enough to comprehend his own lack of patience for indulging these kinds of encounters. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could manage aside from verbal war.

Casually he looped a thumb inside the hem of his hakama. Inside his head, Grimmjow was tossing about words and sentences before he thought to speak them, something he felt little need to do on a regular basis. If anything was to be said to instigate the fight he needed, it had to be a persuasive and incensing choice of words as opposed to the usual muck he spewed forth. The act of even doing such a thing was ludicrous. Screening himself with discretion to nitpick at his own vocabulary. All too quickly he found himself feeling like an idiot. Without the access of his usual strength at hand, starting a physical fight with a stubborn Kurosaki using only words and threats alone, was fucking stupid.

Normalcy dictated that Pantera meet the air in a blazing arch of sheer force and strength, liquid like movements crashing down upon the enemy with no mercy. Instead there was a feeling of degradation crawling under his skin. The way he couldn’t feel Pantera at his side left the Arrancar desolate. His outward appearance showed none of his inner turmoil however, his pride too great to allow that. The little shit didn’t deserve the grace to even have a figurative idea of what went on inside the privacy of his skull.

“So how ‘bout that fight, Kurosaki?” Grimmjow coaxed. “Unless ya really like talkin’ to me that much.” A mock coy expression had him narrowing his optics playfully.

The only reason for being even remotely cooperative in playing this little game came from the funny idea of actually having an honest and true conversation with the hybrid child. It just didn’t seem plausible. That conceivable situation was something out of an inverted world that lay between the third and fourth dimension; different universes where unthinkable possibilities lie. It was that farfetched.

In an insensitive motion, he inspected the invisible dirt under his finger nails. “If you really want, I’ll let you get in the first hit. Hm? How bout it?” Teal lined eyes peered up again, leveling Ichigo with a less light hearted stare as his usual intensity returned. It was the same look he gave his prey, when challenging it to run or fight.

Sometimes he didn’t understand his own nature when it picked prey like Kurosaki Ichigo to chase, hunt and toy with. Nonetheless, it was generally worth it. So he’d let the brat steer the motions for a bit. The concept grew from his ever unpredictable temperament. Whereas he was more than eager to entice and shove the brat into a fit of rage, Grimmjow was now content to play a little before getting back to work. In truth, he felt a little more versatile, content so long as he got the ending he desired. When his mood was tamed, his reiatsu was well under control and not gouging into every fiber of his being. The ever changing shifts may be harder for others to keep up with, but it did little to truly deter the Espada.
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Post by xdark_ichigox on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 07:03

Ichigo gave a straight face throughout the entire time Grimmjow was talking. He gave a chuckle when he mentioned the hold 'old friend" again. "Well, Grimmjow. You're in a catagory of friends called 'List of People I want to kick their ass again.' So far you're number 1 on the list. Though that might change in the future, depending on the outcome of this conversation." Oh he knew this got him even angrier. He gave a smirked at the end of that line, knowing inside Grimmjow just wanted to rip him apart.

Looking at him, he knew Grimmjow just wanted to get out of that Gigai. He could never imagine how it feels to be in a Gigai for so long. It must've been very irrating to listen to someone talking shit to him. He was surprised that he hasn't rip his head off yet. It seem he needed to find the perfect opportunity to get out of the Gigai. Now the question was what will it take to get him out of his Gigai body.

Next thing you know, Grimmjow answered his second question on where they left on in their conversation. "Ah yes. That whole shit. You seem pretty confident with the whole kicking my ass thing." He gave a grin after that sentence. "Though you seem pretty bored when saying that as well. If you want to kick my ass so badly, what are you waiting for? Do you really need me to get all serious and make the first move?" That seemed like the most reasonable answer. Well he'll soon get his wish since he was tired of talking. The grin disppeared and became a straight face.

For Grimmjow, it seem he was also tired of talking as well, judging by the fact that he issued a fight. Finally something good has happen between them. Up till now it was a battle of talking shit to each one another, and quite frankly it didn't go anywhere. Maybe this time, a fight will shut this guys mouth for once. He gave a big grin when he asked about the fight. "Hehehe. Alright. I'll give your fight." He grab his Zanpakuto and with one swing, the cloth on the blade unwrapped itself. The cloth danced freely with the wind and Ichigo pointed his Zanpakuto at him. "You ready?" Since he was kind to give him the first attack, he decided to take his offer and dashed towards him, preparing to strike him. Obviously he knew this won't do anything, but it was something to work with. Hopefully he will enjoy this rare opportunity to face him again.....for the fourth time.
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Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 07:04

Ah, Kurosaki Ichigo; A sassy little brat who could pack a good punch. One hell of a mouth on the kid too, but that suited him just fine. All that back talk just inspired his usual urges. They were the kind of urges which spread blood across fields of open sand and in this case, hopefully across every bit of greenery that met his eye. For as much as the Shinigami could get him worked up, Grimmjow was sure he did the same. Getting under Ichigo’s skin was like a past time hobby he’d like to believe he excelled at. It didn’t make too much of a difference on who got more pissed off. This occasion just called for Ichigo to lunge into that first hit. Which speaking of, it seemed his goal may actually be reached a lot sooner than he thought.

Grimmjow might be a cocky person, but he had reason. For every small stab of his own power digging into him, the Vizard didn’t even see his own falling. A smart brat would put the pieces together and know when he’s being used. Not that the Espada didn’t like using the kid for fun to begin with, yet this time there really was a good ulterior motive. It was his guess that when he did finally return to Hueco Mundo, Aizen would know exactly what happened. That fucker would smile in knowing, tip his head to the side and speak his name softly in dangerous chiding. The true bullshit came from the fact that there was no information to extract to begin with. They all knew it. The entire meeting room was a look of incredulity when Aizen announced his mission. He was pretty sure he heard someone stifle a laugh.

The memory served to agitate him slightly. It was one of those times he wanted nothing more than to trash everything in the fortress. That was entirely irrelevant at the moment however. What mattered most is the headstrong words spewing from Kurosaki’s mouth. Even so, it was clear they were both reaching the same target. The ‘talking’ was doing nothing aside from setting the playing field.

“Ya think too highly of yourself.” Sharp canines gleamed, being showed brazenly as he grinned. “I got more wins on you anyway. Figured I’d help ya even the score.”

It was just like him to say something along those lines. What made his day less bleak was seeing the brat get serious. It was getting close to show time and that made the anticipation all the sweeter. The barest fluctuation in reiatsu made his own power sing in delight, the tingling of immense force wrapping around his limbs in suffocating constriction. Grimmjow swore he could feel his own skin burning from how scalding all that pent up energy felt. The tearing of his would-be soul reveled in it. Soon, oh so soon would Pantera grind in cataclysmic glory against Zangetsu… and it would be the biggest relief he’s had in what felt too long of a time.

The small vial in his pocket felt warm, sitting against his leg for the better part of the day. He plucked it between two hidden fingers for preparation when all that reiatsu would crash into him. The gigai was barely holding up as it was. Grimmjow had to time this perfectly lest he wish to be cut down or paralyzed. Cerulean eyes locked onto that meat cleaver of a sword, his gaze growing more manic by the second. A whole new spike of adrenaline provoked large amounts of endorphins to flood his system. This is exactly what he’d been craving.

Once the wrappings removed themselves, only the obsidian blade and its sleek glare held his attention for the briefest second. Loath to admit it, he found the crude weapon endearing. Zangetsu, brutally shaped for nothing but savage battle. How many times had he felt that blade dive into his skin? He couldn’t tell which Zanpakutou was greedier at times, Pantera or Zangetsu. Regardless, it was the will of the wielder. Let it be known that Kurosaki Ichigo could be a ravenous little shit. It was beyond him why Ichigo would deny his appetite for battle, even if it was to aggravate an opponent. The kid just couldn’t admit the monster he is.

The notion was almost snicker worthy. It didn’t matter though. That blade was already slicing through air on its way to greet him. A hefty sum of the boy’s power came along with it, the intent true to form. Thank God the Vizard knew that to cut an enemy like himself down, the desire to kill your opponent must be honed. It was so perfect he almost stared endlessly at the oncoming attack, yet he knew better. It was time to take the last step and get out of this scalding prototype. The pain nearly made his knees buckle, an overbearing force shoving against the body as if it were butter to be churned. Kurosaki’s reiatsu also dove towards him to amplify the discomfort. Yet he was never more pleased than to be exactly where he was.

It was a near close call when he thought to grab the vial. Instantly his hand pulled it out, the small cork being flicked off by his thumb and the glass rim shoved to his mouth. A flowing liquid comparable to viper venom ripped down his throat just as Zangetsu was mid arch. An abrupt pulse shook him, the body wishing to keel over any second as it began dissolving itself around his soul. Shreds of the prototype’s face melted off to expose his jaw bone, the protrusion of his real limbs bringing bursts of his power to their full culmination. Those few weaving cracks were instantly torn apart, his spiritual energy eating it up to nothing but glittering dust.

Finally… FINALLY. He felt it. The desire to demolish and the means to do so. It was wonderful. Past wonderful, it was downright glorious and Godly. A deranged cackle manifested, bringing terror to the air as the razors edge of Zangetsu whizzed by him.

A powerful Sonido charged the Espada’s legs in perfect succession, the dodge more than accurate and plentiful with how it carried him behind Kurosaki. Blue irises glowed in the night, never more alight with glee and mania.

Grimmjow felt he should properly thank the Shinigami for this. It is all thanks to the gullible wretch that this moment became possible after all.
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Post by xdark_ichigox on Fri 02 Apr 2010, 07:06

Seeing how his attack was averted without a sweat, Ichigo grinned and leaped back to his original position. What did shock him the most was the fact Grimmjow did not attack right away. Strange it was. Usually, Grimmjow was eager to fight but this time he justed dodged his attack. With all this back talking, he assumed he wanted to kick his ass so badly. “What the problem? Not man enough to attack an off guard person like me, huh?” He didn’t know what he was doing at first. Maybe trying to a little conversation of some sort. However, they were already talking, but it was mostly trash talk. He didn’t mind though. All it did was add some spice into this fight, if you want to call it a fight. Whatever you want to call it, Ichigo was getting tired of this.

“C’mon Grimmjow, surprise me with something. I’m not going anywhere. You dumb bastard.” As he whispered the last part to himself. He extended his arm and motioned him to attack him. The Zanpakuto was being rested on his shoulder, with the cloth at the end of the hilt dancing with the wind. Ichigo would not attack him again, seeing how it was would be pointless if Grimmjow continues to dodge. No, he would let Grimmjow come to him and work it from there. He looked at himself and realized he did not turn into his Bankai form. A rarity for him since he usually goes into his Bankai form without hesitation when fighting a formidable foe. Yet Grimmjow was different. Something about him, made him stay in his shikai form at the moment. Was it to see how long he could last until unleashing his Bankai? Could be. However, he didn’t last long the first time he faced him. But now it’s different. He was a new Ichigo. Though he won’t survive long with his Shikai form, he would still do a lot better than he did the first time he faced him.

Ichigo laughed at part of how many wins Grimmjow had on him. True he did, but back then he didn’t know what he was doing. This would end here. Well that what he hoped for. Who knows this could be on of those lifetime rivalries. Or at least, one of them dies. Whatever the case may be, there was one thing he knew for sure. He was gonna enjoy this far more than he should.

It’s been awhile since he last fought a tough opponent. This would surely, test his skill to see if he had improved. All those rigorous training on how to control his Vizard form for good amount of time would soon be put to the test…again. This fight was totally different from the last one. Most noticeably, no one here to cheer him on. But that didn’t matter. For Ichigo, his friends were in heart and they will not go away until the day he dies. Hopefully that day wasn’t the today.

“So what’s it gonna be? Are you just gonna stand there and wait. Or will you come up and attack?”
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