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Log: Complete
When; February 11, afternoon
Rating; R
Characters; Grimmjow [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
6thsword] & Hinamori [hajikemomo]
Summary; Aizen ordered Grimmjow to kill Hinamori by the weekend as a test of loyalty. With his time almost up, he makes the biggest decision of his life regardless of the consequences. [ooc: pretend there's blood in that last picture, please]
To Accompany; Breaking Benjamin - You Fight Me; Weezer - Pardon me
Log;
There was something about the day, about the way the sun hung and the air tasted and the clouds fell into place in the sky. Something quiet and terrible that stalked the City, seeping into the cracks and sprawling over the streets. Innocents trod on it, ignorant, oblivious.
In the midst of this intangible tension stood one atop the fifth roof, alone, silent, with head bowed and hands folded nervously against her chest. Tobiume murmured soothing words in the back of her mind—words that cut off abruptly as the very air tightened around leg and arm and throat. Footing lost, Hinamori clung tight to the roof ledge to keep herself upright.
She turned in time to watch him descend upon the rooftop, hands pocketed and brow knotted above closed eyes. “Grimmjow—”
Tobiume flew. Hinamori blinked and almost shied away, dumbstruck, at the clash of steel that rung incessantly in her ears. Grimmjow pressed down on her with sword and height, face blank but eyes forlorn. She wished very suddenly that their blades would disappear so she could hug him and ask what was wrong, but point-two seconds later he was five steps back with sword hanging loosely at his side. Wary and confused, she kept her own raised.
“What are you doing?” came the timid query, half-expecting the apathy to break into an easy grin. Her mind wandered frantically, but no reason or logic matched the course of his actions.
There would be no grin. This was his punishment, after all, and an action that, under normal circumstances, he would greet with ecstatic pleasure. But no more. Not like this, when the target was the one person he swore to protect.
With unwavering eyes, he leveled his zanpakutou at her. “I’m killing you.” He disappeared with a sonido.
“Why?” barely escaped Hinamori’s lips before Tobiume moved to parry. Grimmjow’s blade slid down and twisted in, slicing clothes and flesh. A small cry escaped the shinigami’s lips; she jumped back along the ledge, free arm stretched out for balance. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded, raising her blade to block a higher swing.
He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. There was nothing he could say that would satisfy her, so he kept his silence and pressed onward. Left, right, feint—sweep in for a killing blow, vividly aware of two pairs of eyes carving holes into the back of his head. It was a test of loyalty… but to whom?
“‘Why’ is not the point,” he said finally, detachedly. Blocks drowned the bell toll.
“What do you mean?!” Her voice was shriller now, strained with effort, shock, desperation. Not the point? Of course it was the point! He’d vowed not to harm her or kill her, hadn’t he? So—
Oh. It was that, wasn’t it? Hadn’t he said his punishment was to fight someone? He’d even assured her she wouldn’t have to worry about it. “Liar. Liar.” Her volume rose with every word. “LIAR!”
The air exploded and they pushed apart, feet sliding against the roof, dust blossoming in clouds around the space. The first drops of Hinamori’s tears joined the hard cement. “Why?!”
Grimmjow adjusted the grip on his sword hilt. She was pulling out her defenses, one by one, whether she realized it or not. The questions, the refusal to attack, the tears. Yes, he was a liar, even when he’d said he wouldn’t. He’d told her not to worry. He’d told it was no big deal. He’d sung her to sleep and made lunch with her and acted as if everything was fine and dandy.
His reiatsu flared to match hers. There was no time for questions or answers. He raced at her, zanpakutou hissing. “Just fight me!”
Tobiume flicked up and bit into his unmasked cheek. Her tears echoed his blood. “No, I won’t!”
She let a shunpyo carry her backwards, away from him, away from his thirsty sword. She held Tobiume up defensively, but despite the spirit’s attempts to calm her scattered thoughts, the tears continued to fall unchecked down her face. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he replied evenly. “You did before.” He followed her with a sonido, blade bearing down on unprotected sides only to be pushed away by Hinamori’s furious companion. His apathy suddenly contorted into an expression of rage. “Fight me!”
If she didn’t fight him, he rationalized, then she would really die.
Reiatsu and sheer physical strength pushed her to the roof edge. They toppled down together at frightening speed, the shinigami watching as his eyes widened with shock. His hand shot out as if to pull her up and into his arms, to protect her from the impact. Pain flashed in his eyes, and instead of a fist closing around her uniform, his palm appeared in front her face. A cero gathered right before her eyes.
They collided with the ground, spiritual energy cushioning them from actual injury, though the street beneath them shattered. Grimmjow moved to fire, but Hinamori flash-stepped out of the line of fire. The cero exploded into the sky, harmless.
The Espada launched himself at his opponent, and the clash of steel rang contemptuously in his ears. Swing, parry, swing, cut—and endless volley of anger and apology that left a trail of blood in its wake. He pushed forward, she gave in, ever backwards until the fountain edge caught her by surprise and she fell into its dark imagery.
Grimmjow’s blade flashed. Hinamori rolled to the side, scrambled to her feet, swung Tobiume. “Hajike!”
He countered with a bala blast, and when the smoke cleared he was right in front of her again, swinging his zanpakutou in a furious upward strike. She stepped up, into the air and away from the gaping populace. He followed, wincing ever so slightly as his sword drew a spray of blood from her side. Droplets pattered his face in time with her strangled scream. She struggled in the air, blocking another swing, not noticing the second cero building in his free hand until the final seconds.
She had no other choice. “Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle.” Her hand moved to complete the incantation. “Hadou 63: Raikouhou!”
Cero and kidou met head-on, filling the sky with the light of a second sun. Both combatants flew apart, thrown by the blast; Grimmjow skidding through the air and Hinamori slammed into the side of the twelfth building. He recovered first, flying through the smoke with zanpakutou swinging down.
She leapt straight up, dodging the attack and the explosion that followed, alighting on the roof. Almost instantly she jumped back, Tobiume bursting again in brilliant pink, as he joined her there. He moved to dodge, but too slow; the attack hit him with full force in the chest, burning cloth and flesh in its wake. Grimmjow snarled, teeth bared in pain.
The arrancar held his sword with hilt outward. Jaw set. Grip tight. Eyes hard. A droplet of not-blood rolled down his face.
“Kishire—!”
But too late. There was a flash and an overwhelming haze of red, and for a moment all he saw were golden eyes.
He smiled at her. “Thank you.”
And then the ground rushed up to meet him.
One hand flew to her mouth as the mask disappeared. No. She hadn’t meant to do that. It hadn’t been her, it had been the other one, and she couldn’t help but ask herself why. Why this, why now? Why him?
Grimmjow managed to roll over, hand groping feebly for the dropped zanpakutou. He squinted up at Hinamori. She was crying again, always crying, but at least the golden eyes were gone. Her head shook furiously, back and forth, but what was the use?
She turned and fled. He watched her retreating back. One more ragged breath and he closed his eyes.
He’d passed his test. He was loyal after all.
To her.
Rating; R
Characters; Grimmjow [
6thsword] & Hinamori [hajikemomo]Summary; Aizen ordered Grimmjow to kill Hinamori by the weekend as a test of loyalty. With his time almost up, he makes the biggest decision of his life regardless of the consequences. [ooc: pretend there's blood in that last picture, please]
To Accompany; Breaking Benjamin - You Fight Me; Weezer - Pardon me
Log;
There was something about the day, about the way the sun hung and the air tasted and the clouds fell into place in the sky. Something quiet and terrible that stalked the City, seeping into the cracks and sprawling over the streets. Innocents trod on it, ignorant, oblivious.
In the midst of this intangible tension stood one atop the fifth roof, alone, silent, with head bowed and hands folded nervously against her chest. Tobiume murmured soothing words in the back of her mind—words that cut off abruptly as the very air tightened around leg and arm and throat. Footing lost, Hinamori clung tight to the roof ledge to keep herself upright.
She turned in time to watch him descend upon the rooftop, hands pocketed and brow knotted above closed eyes. “Grimmjow—”
Tobiume flew. Hinamori blinked and almost shied away, dumbstruck, at the clash of steel that rung incessantly in her ears. Grimmjow pressed down on her with sword and height, face blank but eyes forlorn. She wished very suddenly that their blades would disappear so she could hug him and ask what was wrong, but point-two seconds later he was five steps back with sword hanging loosely at his side. Wary and confused, she kept her own raised.
“What are you doing?” came the timid query, half-expecting the apathy to break into an easy grin. Her mind wandered frantically, but no reason or logic matched the course of his actions.
There would be no grin. This was his punishment, after all, and an action that, under normal circumstances, he would greet with ecstatic pleasure. But no more. Not like this, when the target was the one person he swore to protect.
With unwavering eyes, he leveled his zanpakutou at her. “I’m killing you.” He disappeared with a sonido.
“Why?” barely escaped Hinamori’s lips before Tobiume moved to parry. Grimmjow’s blade slid down and twisted in, slicing clothes and flesh. A small cry escaped the shinigami’s lips; she jumped back along the ledge, free arm stretched out for balance. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded, raising her blade to block a higher swing.
He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. There was nothing he could say that would satisfy her, so he kept his silence and pressed onward. Left, right, feint—sweep in for a killing blow, vividly aware of two pairs of eyes carving holes into the back of his head. It was a test of loyalty… but to whom?
“‘Why’ is not the point,” he said finally, detachedly. Blocks drowned the bell toll.
“What do you mean?!” Her voice was shriller now, strained with effort, shock, desperation. Not the point? Of course it was the point! He’d vowed not to harm her or kill her, hadn’t he? So—
Oh. It was that, wasn’t it? Hadn’t he said his punishment was to fight someone? He’d even assured her she wouldn’t have to worry about it. “Liar. Liar.” Her volume rose with every word. “LIAR!”
The air exploded and they pushed apart, feet sliding against the roof, dust blossoming in clouds around the space. The first drops of Hinamori’s tears joined the hard cement. “Why?!”
Grimmjow adjusted the grip on his sword hilt. She was pulling out her defenses, one by one, whether she realized it or not. The questions, the refusal to attack, the tears. Yes, he was a liar, even when he’d said he wouldn’t. He’d told her not to worry. He’d told it was no big deal. He’d sung her to sleep and made lunch with her and acted as if everything was fine and dandy.
His reiatsu flared to match hers. There was no time for questions or answers. He raced at her, zanpakutou hissing. “Just fight me!”
Tobiume flicked up and bit into his unmasked cheek. Her tears echoed his blood. “No, I won’t!”
She let a shunpyo carry her backwards, away from him, away from his thirsty sword. She held Tobiume up defensively, but despite the spirit’s attempts to calm her scattered thoughts, the tears continued to fall unchecked down her face. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he replied evenly. “You did before.” He followed her with a sonido, blade bearing down on unprotected sides only to be pushed away by Hinamori’s furious companion. His apathy suddenly contorted into an expression of rage. “Fight me!”
If she didn’t fight him, he rationalized, then she would really die.
Reiatsu and sheer physical strength pushed her to the roof edge. They toppled down together at frightening speed, the shinigami watching as his eyes widened with shock. His hand shot out as if to pull her up and into his arms, to protect her from the impact. Pain flashed in his eyes, and instead of a fist closing around her uniform, his palm appeared in front her face. A cero gathered right before her eyes.
They collided with the ground, spiritual energy cushioning them from actual injury, though the street beneath them shattered. Grimmjow moved to fire, but Hinamori flash-stepped out of the line of fire. The cero exploded into the sky, harmless.
The Espada launched himself at his opponent, and the clash of steel rang contemptuously in his ears. Swing, parry, swing, cut—and endless volley of anger and apology that left a trail of blood in its wake. He pushed forward, she gave in, ever backwards until the fountain edge caught her by surprise and she fell into its dark imagery.
Grimmjow’s blade flashed. Hinamori rolled to the side, scrambled to her feet, swung Tobiume. “Hajike!”
He countered with a bala blast, and when the smoke cleared he was right in front of her again, swinging his zanpakutou in a furious upward strike. She stepped up, into the air and away from the gaping populace. He followed, wincing ever so slightly as his sword drew a spray of blood from her side. Droplets pattered his face in time with her strangled scream. She struggled in the air, blocking another swing, not noticing the second cero building in his free hand until the final seconds.
She had no other choice. “Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle.” Her hand moved to complete the incantation. “Hadou 63: Raikouhou!”
Cero and kidou met head-on, filling the sky with the light of a second sun. Both combatants flew apart, thrown by the blast; Grimmjow skidding through the air and Hinamori slammed into the side of the twelfth building. He recovered first, flying through the smoke with zanpakutou swinging down.
She leapt straight up, dodging the attack and the explosion that followed, alighting on the roof. Almost instantly she jumped back, Tobiume bursting again in brilliant pink, as he joined her there. He moved to dodge, but too slow; the attack hit him with full force in the chest, burning cloth and flesh in its wake. Grimmjow snarled, teeth bared in pain.
The arrancar held his sword with hilt outward. Jaw set. Grip tight. Eyes hard. A droplet of not-blood rolled down his face.
“Kishire—!”
But too late. There was a flash and an overwhelming haze of red, and for a moment all he saw were golden eyes.
He smiled at her. “Thank you.”
And then the ground rushed up to meet him.
One hand flew to her mouth as the mask disappeared. No. She hadn’t meant to do that. It hadn’t been her, it had been the other one, and she couldn’t help but ask herself why. Why this, why now? Why him?
Grimmjow managed to roll over, hand groping feebly for the dropped zanpakutou. He squinted up at Hinamori. She was crying again, always crying, but at least the golden eyes were gone. Her head shook furiously, back and forth, but what was the use?
She turned and fled. He watched her retreating back. One more ragged breath and he closed his eyes.
He’d passed his test. He was loyal after all.
To her.